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I found some papers.

Old letters.

From Mum to the judge, when she left.

And?

You told us she abandoned us.

In the letters, she says

she wants custody of me,

that she wants to take me with her.

Sh*t.

Come here.

Put it under the tap.

That's a nasty cut. It'll need stitches.

I can see the tendon.

Sh*t, I don't believe it.

Put pressure on it.

What do you want? You keep following me.

I thought it was over.

Jos's in prison, isn't he?

What have I done?

Nothing.

- Is my phone still tapped?

- Not at all.

Why follow me, then?

It's hard to explain.

I can't tell you here.

Could we go for a drink?

You must be joking! You're sick.

Sh*t. Why is it so hard to say?

Right. I'm in love with you.

I know it sounds stupid,

but that's why I was following you.

Now I've said it, I'll leave you alone.

Here's Dad.

- Hola, Valentine.

- Hola, Dad.

How are you, sweetheart?

You're not too well, are you?

She's got earache.

- Is she feverish?

- Slightly, but it's dropping.

- What about you?

- I'm fit as a fiddle.

When are you coming home?

Soon, sweetheart. Don't worry.

God, you're lazy bastards.

I can tell you're not used

to moving your fat ass.

Used to having it soft in jail, aren't you?

Get your ass in gear, I've got my eye on you.

- What do you want to know?

- Don't get cross.

- It's only natural I'm surprised.

- I'm not cross. Ask away.

All right, I'll tell you. I killed a guy.

I got 10 years.

- That's awful.

- He was a bastard.

He beat up a girl I was with.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I like you.

I'm not a bad guy.

I didn't say you were.

I'm a bit upset, that's all.

I like you, too, Gabriel.

It's about the hold-up

at the bank in Saint Fons

and the one at the Socit Gnrale

in Villeurbanne.

- Don't get all excited, it's not much.

- Go on.

- I've got a name. Caseri.

- Where can I find your Caseri?

He lived with a chick in Bron. Rue Delambre.

- When did she leave?

- It must be three months ago.

Did she leave an address

to forward her mail?

With me? Perhaps at the post office.

- Was her boyfriend here often?

- Hardly ever.

He sometimes took the kid

to a football match.

- Where?

- Near Vinatier Hospital.

Remember the make of his car?

It was a green one.

- Green?

- Well, blue.

Look. The Alfa Romeo. That's Caseri.

We'll know where he kips.

Inspector Valet?

There's a lady waiting for you.

I told you I was sorry. I don't want trouble.

Want to go to the cinema with me?

- What?

- Go to the cinema

with me.

In front of the Gaumont, at 7:30 p.m.

That okay for you?

Yes, fine. 7:
30 p.m.

- See you later.

- Okay.

I want to see you again.

Paulo! Listen to you cough!

You're getting old.

Okay, clever clogs.

Come and show me, smartass.

Clown! Send him off.

They're inseparable since he got out.

What about yours?

It's not the same. I don't see much of them.

They're big.

Go on!

- Go easy.

- We'll get him.

Sorry, miss.

A mate of mine managed it.

He suggested I take over.

It's great.

Decisions are made by the town hall.

It could work.

At the weekend, it's packed.

Chips, cold drinks...

I don't feel like taking it on alone. Fancy it?

You mean, be your partner?

- I'm broke.

- It won't take much. A lick of paint.

Town hall has to pick us.

If my mate puts in a word,

we're top of the list.

Imagine. A place of our own.

- We're fresh out of jail.

- True. It's not our best asset.

The mayor's Catholic.

Reinsertion and all that, he'll like the idea.

What do you say, boss?

We were together in Clairvaux.

We met during a riot.

A riot?

One of our pals died from swallowing a fork.

He screamed for hours,

but the guards left him to die.

It's awful.

When we found out,

we smashed the workshops.

We stayed there

until the riot police threw us out.

Four people died.

Gab was a ringleader.

So they transferred him to Mende,

the worst prison in France.

But they didn't break him.

He wouldn't let them.

He went on hunger strike for 50 days.

50 days!

Your man's a hero.

You're here.

- You're looking chirpy.

- I'm happy.

- I had a good day. How about you?

- Not bad.

- Not bad at all.

- Not bad?

You're smiling. You're in love. Is she pretty?

I'm not telling you.

I'm in love and she's very pretty.

- What about yours? Go on.

- She's magnificent!

I'm glad. For both of us.

It's good.

I've been meaning to say something.

I'm warning you, you'll probably not like it.

Go ahead.

I hated that you didn't come and visit me.

- That's the way it was. I couldn't.

- Why not?

I was ashamed.

I had to say it.

Like you say, "That's the way it was."

It doesn't change the fact that I like you.

- There.

- Thanks.

- Thanks to you. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Hi. The man who just left, what did he want?

- He dropped off an ad.

- Could I see it, please?

I'm not allowed.

Yes, you are. I'm giving you permission.

It'll be in the paper anyway,

everyone'll read it.

"Amicale de Boule Lyonnaise.

Meeting on Saturday at 12 o'clock."

Thanks, that's perfect.

Thank you, miss. Goodbye.

Wait! Should I publish the ad?

Don't forget, whatever you do.

Here.

Somebody's coming.

Dad, what are you doing here?

I could die waiting for you to visit.

- How are you?

- So this is it? It's great.

- How can I help?

- No need for that, Dad.

I can't sit around doing nothing.

Meet Nathalie.

- My father.

- Pleased to meet you.

- You are a very pretty girl.

- Thanks.

- Watch out, he's a connoisseur.

- You're even prettier in his arms.

My brother, Franois.

How do you like it?

Great, isn't it? Aren't you here to work?

- What do you think?

- Brought your overalls?

Did he tell you about his escape?

Wait...

- You kept that?

- Of course I did.

- You're handsome.

- On the front page.

Tell her how you made the rope.

Go on, tell her.

He got string from the soles

of the espadrilles they sold in prison.

The fools hadn't realised the soles

were made with five metres of string.

But how did he manage to get enough?

He asked everyone in the building

to gather some.

Then in the evening, he'd plait it.

Did it work?

No, it didn't. He had to throw the rope

to the other side of the wall.

He got it wrong.

The rope was five metres too short.

- Five metres, you mean!

- You tell it, then.

- Five metres! Wild exaggeration.

- It should have worked.

All that work. It's not fair.

Anyway, his rope is in the escape museum.

- Does that exist?

- That's saying something.

They should have put him

in the escape museum.

- Bye.

- You're not staying to eat?

No, I have to go. I've got work.

- Bye, brother.

- Thanks for the help.

Okay, here's the set-up,

Touati, observation post

at the top of the stairs.

The others watch the village exits.

Valet, Briquet, rue des coles.

- I can't see.

- There, rue des coles.

Lardeau, Brbant, to the west, rue Carnot.

Matador, they're still inside.

It's been seven minutes.

Nothing yet. The driver's still in the van.

Okay. Things could speed up. Stay alert.

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