Monsieur Gangster

It's not my first trip!

I know, but it's no time

to go to Paris, Mr Fernand.

If you're cold, there's a blanket

and tea in a thermos.

Why not a Sherpa too!

I'm going to Paris, not Tibet!

Mr Fernand,

the fair will be busy by Sunday.

If you could get back...

I said I'd take two days!

Can't you display

ten tractors without me?

And don't break down again!

What broke down?

The breakdown truck!

"Louis in town.

Needs you urgently."

Needs you urgently...

Not a peep out of him

for fifteen years.

Deported for fifteen years.

He must be in a tight spot

if he sneaked back from Mexico.

Either he needs dough

or he's in an awful jam.

We've been waiting for you.

Tough trip?

Tough enough!

Glad to see you.

The Mexican's getting impatient.

He's back? It's no gag?

I wouldn't do that.

It's still a surprise.

You've got some more

surprises coming.

Mr Fernand.

He's here.

Send him in.

I thought you'd never get here...

or that you'd get here too late.

I had to put 500 miles behind me.

I'm glad to see you,

you old bum.

So am I.

I didn't want

to kick off down there,

without ever seeing a friend.

And I thought of you.

It's not that I didn't want

to see you, but...

you can't always do

what you want.

What about you?

The cops didn't invite you back.

What got into you?

Thanks, doc.

Tell them to come up.

Don't you think...

Shut up! We've got no time.

Give the doc

a hundred thousand.

What's up, Louis?

I came back to die...

and to be buried

in the family plot.

America is fine

if you want to make a pile.

At a pinch, you can live there, too.

But there's only one place

to croak:
France.

Yes, I'm cashing in my chips...

and I'm leaving a kid : Patricia.

I want you to take care of her.

That's a great idea!

You knew her mother.

Susie the Smile.

You mean...

you knew her mother.

I'll leave you

all the dough you need.

My business runs itself.

Folace, my attorney will explain.

With my roulette wheels...

I make a clean 60 per cent.

And you rake off

No, your kid

and your business are fine,

but I got a business, too.

And mine is legal.

Yeah... a fair-weather friend...

I didn't say that.

You didn't say that

but just the same...

you'd hand my little Patricia

over to the vultures!

My angel...

To hell with your angel!

You've gone straight.

You forget about crooks.

The world is full of them.

My little girl

won't stand a chance.

They'll pick her bones

clean as a whistle.

I sent her to a convent school.

I had her learn English.

I gave her everything.

She'll end up walking the street...

and it'll be your fault!

All your fault!

Leave it out!

I've seen you

put on this act before!

About dope, dames... anything.

Moaning is what you do best.

But don't try to pull it on me.

You louse! She's going to lose

her father. I'm dying!

You would, too!

I drop everything to see you

and I have to listen to this.

What a jerk I am!

You could have

come up alone, Theo.

Does he raise your fever?

Yes... when the men talk,

the girls go out to play.

- I'll wait downstairs.

- I won't be long.

I'll make it short.

I've left my shares to Fernand here.

Yes, he'll take over from me.

You promised to tell me first.

Yeah... I could have

held a vote, too.

But I decided to do it this way.

Any objections?

Because... that's all I have to say.

I think everything is clear...

Isn't it?

Jesus, Louis!

You won't have to wait long.

Don't be a damn fool!

I know what I'm talking about.

Want me to open the window?

Look, it's daylight.

Yes, and from here,

I can only see the sky.

To hell with the sky!

I'll be up there soon enough.

No, what interests me...

is the streets.

They yanked me right off the plane

into an ambulance.

I couldn't see a thing.

Everything's changed , hasn't it?

Not so much.

Tell me about it anyway.

Day's breaking...

the way you like it.

The way we liked it.

Girls are leaving the Lido...

same as ever.

Remember?

That's when we'd pick them up.

I never thought

he'd die in bed .

" Man's life

between heaven and earth...

"is like a white foal

leaping a ditch.

"A flash...

"and it's over."

China, 4th Century B.C.

You're born... you live...

and you die.

- We all go the same way.

- Not necessarily.

I mean we don't all die in bed.

I'm bushed.

Got something to eat?

Sure.

- Those yours?

- Help yourself.

I always thought the Mexican

would go the hard way.

What saved him

was his psychology.

We're all not that talented.

I got my own psychology:

draw first.

It's crude, but it can work.

The Mexican was a real ace.

They'll talk about him

But he was on the skids...

I mean, in his head.

At the end,

he'd say anything.

He'd get moody, throw tantrums...

You talked to him.

Didn't you notice?

Notice what?

You didn't take

his last will seriously?

I shouldn't have?

Well, I was wrong.

There you are.

No need to get excited.

Mr Fernand agrees.

Some guys would turn on the heat,

but we're straight.

What can we do for you?

Get the hell out of here!

I told my buddy

I'd take care of everything.

OK, so I was wrong...

But right or wrong,

I'm the boss.

Look...

We don't know you.

But you're in for some sleepless

nights, some real headaches.

A "nervous breakdown"

as they call it nowadays.

I'm strong as a horse.

I've lived in the countryside

for 15 years.

Early to bed, early to rise.

The Tomato wants some help.

Three guys are breaking up the game.

- It happens often?

- Never.

I guess we can negotiate.

If you want to get home fast,

take a look.

It's right on your road.

Don't worry about the Volfonis.

"The toad's spittle

does not halt the caravan."

Mind if we go together?

I don't mind

but you might not like it.

I'll let you know.

ls he a phony big wheel

or a real sucker?

To me, he's nothing.

One phone call

and, ten minutes later,

he doesn't exist.

They look stupid ,

but I wouldn't trust them.

They're experts.

The Volfoni brothers

know gambling.

They've raked in chips

all the way to Las Vegas.

What about the pretty boy?

The Kraut?

He puts out the booze.

Times change.

The Mexican never hired

fags like him before.

I guess he was getting old.

He even helped out

Foreign Legion guys.

If it was for charity,

that's another matter!

This is the Tomato's pitch.

I thought it was a big deal.

It's a shack.

The Tomato says...

a gambler only looks at the table.

He doesn't even see

what's around him.

Get down !

On foot, they'd have had a chance.

But no one likes

ground combat anymore.

The infantry spirit is dead.

It's a shame.

Who planted them?

The Volfonis?

It might be one of their jokes.

Let's not rush things.

They may be expecting us again.

I'm not giving orders...

but stay in the rear.

On the retreat from Moscow,

the guys in the rear got it.

You made all the noise?

Excuse me.

- Mr Fernand , the new boss.

- I didn't know.

Now you do.

I'm the Tomato.

I run the place.

Why all the shooting?

Nobody would jump you here.

Somebody did.

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