The Brain Page #2

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I awoke and decided to become

"the Brain".

Talk to me of love.

If he kills the Colonel,

we've had it.

- So I'm right. We'd best lose them.

- No.

If we lose him,

we've had it anyway.

We have to find out where he lives.

We'll find all the information

we need at his pad.

I'll be waiting in my garret

on the 5th.

I'll pack and be right back.

Wonderful. 'Till then...

Follow the girl!

No, stop.

I shall alight here!

Thanks for the ride.

Hey, I'm coming with you.

Bye!

No, you drive the gentleman.

Ciao, boys.

Sofia!

You're an irresponsible idiot!

I'll teach you a lesson

you won't forget in a hurry!

Go to hell, you lame-brained hick!

Faster!

Imbecile!

Why have you stopped?

I'm no dumber than you!

I can't run a red light!

It's not red, it's green!

Oh, you're right. It is Verde.

Mind the step!

Hey, check out this guy!

Miss!

Don't be afraid. He's gone.

Where is he?

I left him in a hole, temporarily.

Get in!

No, in front.

The hole's still there.

Quick!

Suzanne... watch the film.

What is my plan

to snatch NATO's millions?

We can't re-stage

the Glasgow-London train robbery.

- Can we, gentlemen?

- No.

Course not.

Absurd.

Yet that's just what we'll do.

For all the fools

will react like you.

No one would imagine

that the Brain

would dare reattempt his feat.

I've told you a hundred times,

no animals in my bed!

Poor Pompon!

Such a good cat.

Poor Pompon's going outside.

Go and check out the girls.

Lucky sod!

Come on...

Out from under my feet,

Pompon.

Now, my friends,

the freight car with the money.

Here it is.

Inside, we have...

fourteen lovely bags.

plus...

Watched over by four guards,

all armed to the teeth.

Lights, please.

Gentlemen, as you know,

for the Glasgow-London job

I took leave from the army.

This time, there's no need.

I've been given the job

of protecting the money

we're about to steal.

Now, car number 7,

compartment 11

and I, Colonel Matthews.

Afterwards!

Evidence of a struggle...

I kidnap myself.

And here, gentlemen, you make

your entrance dressed as firemen.

The only possible spot

we can re-stage the mail train heist.

The same bridge, similar roads...

At 20.32 hours:
the attack.

between the two cars,

an explosive charge separates

the car from the end of the train.

at the forward coupling.

armed guards neutralized

using sleeping gas.

Will you stop following me?

Go on, beat it.

On your bike, Pompon.

In conclusion, gentlemen,

the special train

containing NATO funds

will leave tomorrow, July 16

from the Gare du Nord at 18.56

and follow this itinerary

to Brussels.

Suzanne, behave!

Leave my slippers alone!

What's that?

That bloody panther b*tch!

The cow!

That's about as much as I can take!

You naughty animal!

Look what you did!

You'll sleep in the laundry tonight!

Hello?

Is that the Englishman on the 6th?

Yes.

I'm at the end of my rope.

What's going on?

You can go to hell, sir.

You, your fat, ugly wife

and your lousy cat!

You know who I am?

The fat lump I see on the stairs.

Look, Andr!

It's raining in my home!

It's raining? So it should be.

I'll come up there

and thrash you, sir!

Come on up, then.

You... wimp.

Coward!

Loser!

nincompoop!

Nincompoop? Coward?

I'll show him!

Wait... you want to go to Daddy?

Off you go.

It's OK,

I'm expecting someone.

John, it's Sofia.

I'll get it.

That'll teach you to be polite!

Thank you.

I'll never forget what you've done.

Oh, no...

I just wanted to shake your hand.

Right, then. Thank you.

Sorry, sir!

See you tomorrow.

- To the country!

- Now?

Col. Matthews was briefing

a dozen plain-clothes cops.

The money leaves tomorrow.

Here's the map.

Hurry! We've got to scout

a place to hide the taxi.

Get on with it!

- I'm not going.

- OK. Drive on.

- Go on!

- Hang on a minute...

I'm starting to get sick of you.

Squad! Forward march!

Squad, halt!

The squad is under your command, sir.

Squad, dismiss

and form a single line.

Canada.

Turkey

United States

Great Britain.

Belgium.

Italy.

You're breaking everything!

Grease it, it'll rust.

Grease this?

Stop it!

See anything?

No. You?

Me neither.

What are you greasing here?

Nothing.

Greasing nothing.

Then keep moving!

No, not that way.

This way.

And Norway.

First three in the armored car.

Six men in the rear car.

And six men in the front car.

This special train

will leave at 18.56

for Brussels.

Please board the train

and close the doors.

I'm counting on your vigilance,

gentlemen.

I shall lock you in as I leave...

and release you in Brussels.

Use of your key

is expressly forbidden,

except in cases of derailment

or fire.

Should anything abnormal occur,

an explosion or something similar,

pull the alarm.

It's set off.

It's on this side.

This side.

No, he's going to the right.

Are you sure?

No, he's going left!

You're right.

Yes, he's going left.

No, he's going right.

Just here...

Here.

Damn!

The train's coming here.

Here! To the left!

Come on!

Jump.

Jump, for God's sake.

Jump!

Anatole, can you hear me?

Is that you?

Who else would it be?

Settled in?

No, I've not settled in.

I'm on the wheels.

This is no way to travel.

Do what I'm doing.

Unhook your ladder

and lay it across the buffers.

And I'll tell you something,

your plan's a piece of crap.

We'll never succeed.

Don't switch off!

Damn it! He hung up.

Why can't I ever

stand up to that guy?

Excuse me.

Would you have the time?

It's half past seven, miss.

Thank you.

Arthur!

Yes?

Do you see what I see?

Yes. Fourteen bags full of dough.

And four men-mountains

guarding them.

How long do we wait

before attacking?

Less than an hour.

What do you reckon to

the little Italian girl last night?

I only saw her legs on the stairs.

In the taxi, I saw her head!

Between us, she's not bad!

Arthur!

Can I chat, even if it wears

the battery down?

Of course,

now we're sitting pretty for once.

And now, my own kidnapping.

The countdown, Anatole.

Yes!

At zero, throw the stink bombs.

Are you sure they work?

I tried them. They're awful!

Five...

Four..

Three...

Two...

One...

Zero!

There's a very curious smell

in the carriage.

Smell? I can't smell anything.

You hear me?

I'm going in!

I don't wish to be rude,

but this stinks!

We arrive in ninety minutes.

We'll never last!

This can't go on!

The key...

Anatole!

Yes?

This is it!

Didn't you fall off?

No, I blocked the door.

They can't close it now.

It won't close!

Something's blocking the lock.

This isn't normal!

Unhook the car, Anatole!

Well done, Anatole!

I didn't do a thing. It just went.

Wow!

Hello! It's been cut.

Two explosions!

I'll pull the alarm.

Is this yours?

No, my little nephew's.

- They're asleep!

- What luck!

I told you we'd do it!

Eight billion!

Quite a bag!

Now, John, you'll see why

they call me the Brain.

All the bags are loaded.

I'm totally bushed.

We'll sleep later.

Hurry. No time now.

The bags are loaded?

- Where? How? By whom?

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