The Good Thief Page #2

- Try it. It's a blast.

I have to say you owe me one!

- Think it'll make the race?

Why does he have

so much ice cream?

That's all

he can eat sometimes.

- Ah, heroin.

- His lady.

I thought luck

was his lady.

Ah, when one runs out

he turns to the other.

- Why?

- Why?

Who knows?

Why do I want

to kiss your neck?

What about Bob?

What about Bob?

He's given us some space.

Oh. But I thought...

- Are you sorry?

- Okay.

- So. Where to, boss?

- Home.

Don't you want to continue

your winning streak?

- What happened to home?

- Forget about home.

You're going to Monte Carlo.

- Where in Monte Carlo?

- The Casino Riviera.

- You see, Bob, I figure

you needed a reason for living.

- Now that your luck's bottomed out.

- That it has.

- The Casino Riviera...

- Has a safe.

- Yeah.

- 80 million in cash deposits

in a safe on a hydraulic lift.

We've been through it already.

So has everybody from here to Paris.

It's impossible.

- Yeah. But that's not it.

- Besides, I'm just a gambler now.

Oh, since when?

- Since my last six convictions.

- Ah.

Let me start again.

The Casino Riviera

has been refurbished.

New owner.

Funded by a Japanese bank.

- So?

- So they're taking it upmarket.

They want to attract

a new class of customer.

- How do they do that?

- Art.

- Art?

- Paintings. On the walls.

- Remember the '80s, Bob?

- No.

The Japs had so much cash

they couldn't spend it.

- They bought... Yeah.

- Art.

Picasso, Modigliani, Czanne...

At prices you can't imagine.

So, to recoup their investment,

they hang it on the wall of the casino.

- And you want to lift...

- F*** the safe!

The paintings.

Worth more than ten years of Grand Prix.

- How?

- Oh. Now you're interested.

Where's Paulo?

- Helping a friend.

- Oh.

- Better than wallpaper, hmm?

- No comparison.

- What was that song

about Van Gogh?

- "Starry, Starry Night."

So where is

"Starry, Starry Night"?

- Maybe in the Guggenheim.

But don't be picky.

- Let's not be picky.

Come over here.

- La chambre Picasso.

- Oh, that's how it is.

Hello, Jacqueline. Huh!

- Czanne.

- Yeah. There's only one problem.

- What's that? I know.

- They're fakes.

Good ones.

I think another forger.

- Modigliani. Beautiful, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- You want to rob fakes?

- No, not exactly. Come outside.

- The originals are in there.

- Why are they in there?

It's a Japanese thing.

Protect your investment.

Painting in the vault,

perfect copy on the wall...

- And we crack the vault?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- And you know the beautiful thing?

- What's the beautiful thing?

- They can't disclose the robbery...

because if they did,

the joint closes.

Who'd come to see

a copy of a Van Gogh?

Either somebody just walked over my grave,

or I'm going through withdrawal.

- Maybe you're excited.

- Who tipped you off?

A friend of mine.

You leaving

the best to last?

Vladimir.

He installed the security system.

- You okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

I'm out of dope, and I'm out of luck,

and I'm tempted.

But I want to die in an old folks' home,

not in a jail.

- Well, then, forget about it.

- We'll need money, a lot of it.

- How do you plan to get it?

- I take out a loan.

- Pretty good deal.

- F*** that. The interest...

We'll get the money, Bob.

What we need is a plan.

- Don't you have one?

- That's your speciality.

- You know what my plan is?

- You've got one already?

No more gambling!

No more dope!

- Till we pull this off. Of course I'm in.

- So, Bob. You're in?

- Hey.

- Here's the deal.

I'm gonna chain myself to that bed.

I'm gonna need

the bucket, the bedpan...

- and some ice cream.

- Yes, Bob. I'm sorry, Bob.

Oh, Paulo, love means

never having to say you're sorry.

- You look good for a man of your age.

What age is that?

You know, Stone Age?

- Kinky, as well.

I feel a confinement

coming on.

- What do you say when I ask for that key?

- No way.

- Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

- So you told him?

- Why do you think he's sweating it out?

- Hi.

- Hey!

I thought you'd been

sent to Algiers.

That cop put in

a word for me.

Thought you were going to blow away.

How kind.

- Seen Bob?

- Why do you want Bob?

- I want to thank him.

- I'll tell him. He'll be touched.

- Give me the key.

- No.

- Give me the key.

I'll do anything you want.

- You would f*** me?

- If that's what you want, then give me the key.

Come and get it,

Mr. Stone Age Man.

Do you like my tits,

Mr. Stone Age Man?

- Give me the key! Give me the key.

Nearly there, Bob.

Nearly there.

- Nearly there.

- F***! I can't.

Please, please!

You know what, Bob?

I think I'm not your type.

Hey, kid.

Thank you.

One day at a time, Bob.

- Isn't that what they say?

- Yeah.

- Said. You prefer Nice to Algiers, huh?

- No comparison.

If you're playing for time,

kid, you don't have any.

- I swear to you I'm not.

- I'm calling Immigration.

- I've got something big!

- How big?

Bob Montagnet

is involved.

- Are you f***ing with me?

You know what that means?

- No, just give me time.

- It's personal with you. You like Bob!

- No, no, everyone likes Bob!

- That's part of the problem!

- I like Bob too!

You are on double-duty 24 hours a day.

You find out what he is going to do...

before he has a chance to do it,

because if I have to book him...

I'll carry you personally

to Algiers...

I'll deliver you in cuffs

to whatever f***in' mullah...

wants to chop you

into pieces over there.

- Is that clear? Is that clear?

- Yes. Yes!

Shh! He's sleeping.

- That's good.

- Three and a half days. Out. Out.

Why are the French so god-awfully bad

at rock 'n' roll?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, look at it.

We give you Elvis Presley,

Frank Zappa, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan.

And you give us

Johnny Hallyday.

- Don't talk to me about Johnny Hallyday, okay?

- All right, all right.

- You know, I'm a gambler, Roger.

- Yeah, I know.

- That means I'm good at probabilities.

- I was never good at those.

- Well, I have to be.

Having driven now for about

one hour and 45 minutes...

and having you constantly

in my rearview mirror...

I'd say the probability

is that you're following me.

I was keeping an eye on the Russian girl.

I end up following you.

Really?

You're gonna need

a tow truck.

- It's your fault.

- No, no, no, no, no.

My mother was born

down there.

She was washing her sheets

in the rocks below...

when a parachute

fell out of the sky.

It carried Vincent Montana,

United States Marine Corps, my father.

She thought he was an angel,

delivered from heaven.

Oh, this was

a sentimental journey.

At our age, Roger,

we have behind us a growing past...

and face

a diminishing future.

- We consider our options.

- Oh, yeah. What are they?

Me? I just go on.

We have to stay clean.

Will you give me a lift

back to Nice?

- Will you stop following me?

- Uh-uh.

Okay.

Philippe? Philippe?

Make up a report, will you? "One silver

Peugeot damaged, near the village of, uh...

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