Raid dingue Page #6

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I'm actually relieved, too.

See that?

It wasn't working at all!

You were actually scared?

Can you imagine?

It worked!

Constantly!

For real?

Scared you'd hit me.

No good at all.

- A flop!

- A disaster!

How will you deal with your mom?

Don't worry, I'm used to it.

And your dad?

He's the one who's used to it.

I better get back or Mom will...

Who is it?

Surrender! You're surrounded!

Have mercy.

I give up!

- What's up?

- It's after midnight.

Happy birthday.

Where'd you get my address?

My ID card.

I've never seen you

dressed like a br...

As a woman. In a dress. Feels odd.

To me it feels cold.

Oh! Come on in.

I've never seen you in boxers.

Oh sorry!

Go ahead in.

I'll change.

I didn't know you were such a romantic!

Why?

I like love stories. Not proud of it.

Not good for the macho image.

Your place is pretty spare, huh?

My wife left with all the furniture.

And with your brother.

Jeez, you know that too?

Who told you?

Sort of everyone.

Champagne. It's all she left.

It was for our 10th anniversary.

The glasses are at my brother's!

We'll drink from the bottle!

You have crime thrillers, too.

Right, I better!

Le Guignolo. My favorite.

Yeah? I like that one, too.

Want to watch it?

Sure.

Hey, no more talk about the dough?

You don't seem to get it.

It's not the medal or the dough.

It's the medal or prison.

I would've put you away, for life,

maximum security!

Know the difference

between an a**hole and a thief?

A thief, every now and then,

gives it a rest!

What about my gift?

A set of four Dubarry wet tires.

Took me hours to decide.

You don't like it?

I love it.

First time a woman gave me tires

for my birthday.

It's a pretty common gift.

First time in years

anyone celebrated my birthday.

I think it's better

we watch the movie...

and then you'll go home.

Yes, you're right.

It can't be.

It can't be!

It can't be...

Hi there...

What are you doing here?

What is it? You OK?

No, I'm not OK.

Pasquali,

tell me we didn't. Please tell me.

- Oh my god, we did it!

- Yep.

- Gene...

- Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

Why not?

Quiet!

I'm your superior, I train you.

This is a serious breech.

It's not that serious... boss.

Yes, it's very serious.

For unit morale,

For... Jeez, Pasquali.

What?

- You're my minister's daughter!

- Come on, I'm of age.

This can't get out.

We did nothing wrong.

We did nothing, period!

That's an order!

OK, we did nothing.

When I drink I forget everything.

- That all right?

- Fine.

When I drink, I get naked and...

I sleep like a baby.

There, great.

- Good thing nothing happened.

- Yes!

Came this close!

What do we do now?

Get dressed. First we shower.

Separately?

Of course! Jo!

Sorry! Listen...

It's not funny.

Yes. Yes, it is a little funny.

We go to work, arriving 15 mn apart.

And we make like nothing happened.

This can't get out.

So no one can know nothing happened.

Exactly.

Bathroom's down the hall.

I'll go first.

Go ahead.

We must change the date and time

for the gold transfer.

If we do, we'll tip the Leopards off.

The leak must come from bank.

There's a mole!

They know we know about the attack.

They called it off.

Or, since they know the gold

absolutely must be transferred,

they know we know

and therefore we will call it off.

If their mole inside the bank

gives them a new itinerary,

they'll attack, thinking we think

that they won't attack,

since they think

they don't know we know.

Oh right... Right.

And?

RAID will be there,

and finally catch these bastards!

Fine, but my men are posted

to the Summit.

Yes, but...

Heads-of-state have security.

We'll double the president's.

After all...

it's only a dinner in a chateau.

Exactly. Vaux-le-Vicomte is too big,

too unwieldy.

Remember, Marcovic

escaped two attempts on his life.

At night, danger is everywhere.

It seems to me, a luncheon would...

With fireworks in the afternoon?

- Right, but if'...

- No ifs! Do as I say.

End of meeting. Thank you.

Fine, Minister.

I can't seem to reach my daughter.

Where is she?

I don't know.

- Can't contact your agents?

- Not when they're off.

Can we use her alert beeper?

The alert beeper is for alerts.

That's why they call it

an ''alert beeper''.

Thanks, Patrick.

Good afternoon.

...from the summit taking place

right now in Vaux-Le-Vicomte,

let's go live to the Serbian president.

Let me thank the president of France

for holding the summit

to combat extremism and terrorism,

rampant in Serbia

and throughout Eastern Europe...

...and that terrorism

unfortunately has no borders.

Is that the Serbian president?

Isn't it odd that he has

an Alsatian accent?

What? He has a Serbian accent.

That's Serbian?

Sure is.

Sh*t, I think it's me!

- You what?

- I'm the leak.

I'm so dumb! I shouldn't be in RAID.

- I screwed up!

- How?

Can we verify

there's a ''Victor'' at DGSI?

A Serbian transvestite

posing as Alsatian? Pasquali!

We've been had, from the word go.

The Leopards will hit the summit,

and Marcovic.

Stop.

We got this intel way too easily!

We're on the gold, they hit the summit!

- Your dad's at the summit.

- Not the point!

These are his orders.

I'm begging you.

Get in the truck.

You're endangering this mission.

Get back here, that's an order!

Pasquali! What the hell?

Joanna, where on earth are you?

Dad, please listen.

Get out of the chateau now.

It's the Leopards.

Joanna, I'm working.

I have no time for your crazy theories.

Dad, not you!

Why won't you trust me?

The last time I trusted you,

you wounded the President of France!

I have a meeting. Bye.

Dad, wait!

Sh*t!

- Mr. President.

- They're here?

Where are they?

- Signing ceremony.

- Which way?

You hit the president's head.

- I saw you.

- Which way is it?

They won't let you in.

They'll come out for the fireworks!

Everyone out of here, right now!

Oh no, not her!

Ignore her, Philippe.

Joanna, please!

No, she's my daughter!

Get out, or I'll kill the Minister!

Sorry, Dad. Everyone out!

Do as she says.

Go!

Close the doors!

Hope I'm right.

Or else it's the Foreign Legion.

Honey,

we're alone.

Could you point that gun elsewhere?

Right, sorry.

You were right!

We have to evacuate.

No, wait for RAID.

Dad, I am RAID.

Look out!

Burn in hell, President Marcovic!

They jammed the phones!

Come on.

Come on, Dad!

The Chateau de Vaux-le-Vicomte

literally under missile fire!

Oh sh*t.

- We got to go in.

- Can't, it's collapsing.

Through the cellar! I'm going.

Froissard, come back!

He's my partner. I have to go with him.

- Help is coming!

- No, it's not. Come on!

Hide in here.

Find Marcovic's body!

Now!

The Alsatian likes to dress up!

What a surprise.

Where is Marcovic?

He cancelled dinner.

They evacuated. It's over Victor DGSI.

Tell your men to surrender.

- Careful, Ivan is here.

- Right!

Hi, darling!

Told you.

Remember me?

- Leopards!

- Turn around!

- Where do I go?

- With me, Dad!

Dad?

I'll kill you!

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