Souris chez les hommes, Une (A Mouse with the Men) Page #4

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In the Muse des Colonies,

near the turtle aquarium.

Dinner's served. You sit there, Lucille.

And you here.

Lucille happened to find

our address.

A business card in a

detective novel you were reading.

'Con men of the suburb. '

- That's a remarkable title.

So you're in machines. Which?

Cramps? Burners? Perforators?

Engineering machines.

And do you still swim?

- More and more.

You're lying. He never swims. We went

on a holiday in the Auvergne.

I'm into underwater fishing.

For turtles.

Have you ever seen them swim?

There are many of them...

What are you doing?

I wanted to get some bread

and my leg slipped.

Must be something to do with my

metabolism.

If I knew there was a fight coming,

I wouldn't have stayed.

She's quite something.

If she tells Sylvie everything,

I'll be divorced.

Now that you work legally,

there are all these rules suddenly.

Good to see you again. Hi, Francis.

- You wanted to see us. Here we are.

I'll be gone in three minutes,

so better be quick.

five kilometres

on foot...

...five kilometres

on foot...

I repeat:
It's big,

deserted on Sundays...

...has over 300 million in the safe...

...it's not a bookmaker's office, not

a bank and not the Finance Department.

A department store.

- I was about to say that.

A department store.

A department store.

With the aunt, we almost knew too much.

We don't now.

We know the money's there,

but that's all we know.

A pity.

- Listen.

If one person has to find the safe,

it could take half a year.

We'd fail

and be perplexed.

Perplexed, what's that?

- That we only did it in our dreams...

I understand.

But I can get you in officially.

A variation on the Trojan horse.

- Don't bother us with riddles.

You'll like this.

Just wear gloves for the

fingerprints.

'I highly recommend the owner of this

document, the son of a good friend. '

It's real. Mr Lagnot's really

a friend of the sender.

Only the signature's

a bit fake.

But it's been forged so often that

nobody will notice.

Even the bank employees

buy it. Really.

Stationary, jewellery, perfumery,

white goods, lingerie...

A bit faster, please.

Alright, ladies and gentlemen.

First floor:

toys, sports, bank, stamps...

Second floor.

Quiet, nothing's on fire.

Third floor.

Ladies and gentlemen, the third floor.

The first floor.

- The stairs are there.

I wanted to go to the second.

- Same advice for you.

...eighteen, hundred and nineteen,

hundred and twenty.

From ties to toys:

Excuse me, the fabrics department?

- It's on the third floor.

Of the old part?

- Yes, behind the garden furniture.

That new guy should walk

the marathon.

He's walked many kilometres already.

Look, there he goes again.

Unbelievable.

It'll pass. I started like that too.

I thought I could do anything.

I must say I find him strange.

Is that you, Victor?

Shoplifting in the lingerie department.

A brunette. It's under her coat.

She walks to elevator 3. My pleasure.

Got another one.

Don't you find it cold today?

I'm always cold.

I'm a real hothouse plant.

A friend calls me 'the orchid'.

Pretty Mireille will be disappointed.

She won't get anywhere with him.

Look well. From baby's department, to

hygiene, to shoes and to lingerie...

...that's easily 70 meters.

But there's a camera in the corner

of lingerie and garden furniture.

And another one near the

school outfits.

Can you see those cameras?

- No.

Why not?

- They're hidden in the walls.

We can destroy them.

- No way.

That's too suspicious.

- Leave technique to us.

I have an alternative.

I propose the following route:

men's shoes, hygiene,

needlework, shirts...

...garden tools

and out via the fabrics department.

We'll do it that way.

Good, everything's solved.

Let's drink to that.

Do you really think it's

all solved?

Did we miss something?

- Yes, you did. What's my share?

And the drama starts all over again...

There's an intercity at nine.

You'd be in Lyon before lunch.

Yes, but I'd take Marcel

and he refuses to travel by train.

Do you really have to do this today?

Those conferences are always on Sundays,

darling. I really have to be there.

Or else they'll gossip.

They can't stand that I'm ambitious.

Hurry up. I packed your

bathrobe and your pyjamas.

It's only for two days.

- You never know.

Call me when you arrive.

- Tomorrow probably.

It doesn't matter what time.

Is tomorrow morning alright?

- Or else tomorrow evening?

Oh, yes, those lucky guys...

- We're leaving.

We're gone.

Tonight's European Cup football.

Haven't you seen enough television?

Funny. Well done.

Nice of you to come over.

I can't do that.

A bat?

- No, a bee.

I can never do that.

How much longer do you have to work?

An hour.

I have to take stock.

I could use a cup of coffee.

- No problem.

Two coffee for security.

I know where it is by now.

Come in, girl. Mocasse finally

hired new staff.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

- A picture.

You make me blush.

Don't leave.

We'll drink it quickly. Sit down.

No, I'd rather stand.

- Nice of you to serve us this late...

Do you always have the late shift?

- No, every second week.

Me too. Do you like movies?

- No.

I bet you haven't seen 'Ben Hur' yet.

- No, I haven't.

I haven't seen 'Ben Hur' either.

Talk about petite...

An object in the shop window...

What's wrong with me?

You're really a rare sight.

That...

...label.

To daredevils who are getting ideas

from these scenes...

...the board of department stores

wants to say the following:

It's not this easy to make security

personnel fall asleep.

How can I help you?

- Shut up.

Shall I get this one?

- Leave me alone.

You were right. That burner reminds me

of the factory. Hellish. Devilish.

I found two already.

- Very good. Now the other one.

At least she doesn't bother us now.

Fire.

Damn, they put an alarm on it.

There. It's open.

How did she do that?

- Don't act so cheeky.

She seems to think she can

start cracking safes.

Let her think that.

I'll kill her...

- Not now.

Fire, fire.

In the basement, the safe, everywhere.

Oh, the bastards. The bastards.

Hello, police? Police?

Wait a moment.

Straight ahead. 65 meters ahead.

- I don't see anything.

We're trapped.

The bag.

The bag, Marcel.

The bag fell. I can't see it anymore.

I see it.

I'm holding it.

In first gear. I know what

first gear is.

Let's not divide the loot at my place.

- Then we go to my place.

Where Dufour will be waiting for us?

Say, what about your place?

- I'm supposed to be back tomorrow night.

I'm supposed to be in Lyon.

Damn, I should have called Sylvie.

Nice of you to call. Wasn't it too bad?

What's that?

- She went out.

When?

- Over two hours ago.

When she heard about your accident.

- I'll be there right away.

Where are we going?

- To my place.

Somebody said I had an

accident. Sylvie left.

Left where?

- No idea.

Get up. We're going.

- I earned that money.

Lucille, darling. What a coincidence.

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