The Good Thief Page #6

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Well, we're gonna go in there at night,

all right? Everybody understand that?

So, Remi, have I gone up in the world,

or come down?

From my perspective,

you're kind of standing still.

You can't move

standing still?

I think you should

value yourself more highly.

Think he's right, Said?

- Depends.

- Depends on what?

- On what you're selling.

- Damaged goods. That's me.

Would you prefer

to discuss this in private?

Private? I like private.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

Location, the safe,

the 80 million francs.

- And why should I tell you?

- Because I'll give you pleasant dreams.

- Hmm.

- Look at this.

Paulo. Philippa.

- Gas faucet.

- Right.

Twist it left till it stops.

Okay, boss.

Aaah!

Hey...

They're gonna rob...

Bank of America,

fourth of July.

- Don't make fun of me, you b*tch!

- Learn maturity from the dogs in the street?

I know it's the casino

where they are, okay?

The night before the Grand Prix

in Monte Carlo. Now, f*** off.

- Chill it.!

- What?

Anne?

How are you?

- Okay.

- How are you?

- Good.

- You okay?

- Here.

- Are you certain?

- Yeah.

- It's my bag. I think it's lonely.

- I miss you too.

So, Vlad, that alarms

aren't mobilized?

You still don't believe me?

- What time is it, Raoul?

- Uh, 2:
45.

2:
45. Okay.

Here goes.

- A lovely kid like you

shouldn't be in a nightclub, you know?

You want me on the streets?

Anne, you don't look 14.

We both know that.

- For you?

- For both of us.

I must be made of gold, then.

Everybody wants a piece of me.

Okay, let's go.

You should get some fresh air. Come on.

Yeah.

All right.

Two feet of brick.

Keep the sound at

sixty d.B. Should take?

- No. Two more is max.

- All right. Let's get the torch ready.

- Maybe I should melt myself down...

- Maybe I should melt myself down...

and give a piece of me

to everyone who wants a piece of me.

Who wants

a piece of you?

- Paulo for one.

- Oh. And what does he want?

- He wants to buy me the moon.

- Oh?

- The moon.

- Mmm.

- Moon's very expensive, you know.

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And how would he

pay for it?

- The heist.

- Oh, yes. Of course. The heist. Who else?

Said.

- He wants to know

what I know about the heist.

- Oh. What do you know?

Mm, well, what I know

I didn't tell him.

- That's my clever girl.

And Monsieur Bob,

he doesn't want money.

He wants what money can't buy.

What can't money buy?

Beauty.

- You are being mysterious now.

- Hmm.

Isn't beauty always mysterious?

- Like you.

- Hmm.

- I'm tired, Remi. Will you take me home?

- Of course. Of course.

- Can you keep a secret, Paulo?

- Depends.

After the operation,

everything was the same.

- Everything?

- Ja. I bench press 400 pounds...

- I'm still the same bad motherf***er,

except for...

- Except for what?

- Spiders. Can't take spiders.

- Spiders?

- And there's spiders round that faucet, Paulo.

- Uh-huh.

Can you do

the faucet, Paulo?

- Yeah. I'll... I'll do the faucet for you.

- And keep it between us, Paulo.

I mean, I don't want no laughing.

I got a reputation, you know?

Here you go.

Paulo.

- What the f*** is...

- I helped your girlfriend home.

- You?

- Yes. Someone has to look out

for her, you know?

She was in a bad way,

out of her head, telling stories.

- Cool. Cool. Cool.

- What stories?

- Cool.

- I said, what f***ing stories?

- Something about the safe. 80 million...

-

The quai in Monte Carlo.

Who'd she tell?

Said.

They say

they have a deal.

When he gets her high,

then he fucks her, then...

then she tells him

what the real story is.

It's not true,

you lying pig!

- Get the f*** out of here.

- I swear. I swear... on my tribe's life.

F***!

You'll get me shot, cop,

asking to tail like that.

- Bob never killed anyone.

- Always a first time.

You can always take your chances

in Algiers.

Tell me.

The Casino Riviera in Monaco.

There's a safe with 80 million francs.

- I don't believe you.

- Tomorrow night, before the Grand Prix.

Said! Said! Said! Said!

If you want witnesses, Captain,

I saw the whole thing. It was Paulo Turco.

Tell me something useful,

would you?

He was afraid they blow the whistle

about the Casino Riviera.

- I never thought Bob would be that stupid.

- He's not.

- He just wants you to think he is.

- Hello?

- I have this terrible feeling

you're going to tell me something.

- Yes.

- It's not the money. The paintings on the walls!

- What paintings?

You should call the casino.

Bob? What did I do,

Bob? Huh? Huh?

I don't know, honey.

What did you do?

Careful. Now,

pick your feet up.

F***.! I f*** it up bad, man.

- I'm sorry, I lost it.

- What?

Your Romeo here just shot your dealer,

and we have to know what you told him.

- Nothing.

- Don't lie, you drunken b*tch.!

- You told him and you f***ed him.

You're a tough guy, Paulo? You shoot a

strung-out kid. What does that make you, huh?

A mean, motherfucking,

gang-banging... bastard!

- Get out of the car, Anne.

Pathetic, f***ing clich!

You're gonna keep driving

till you reach San Remo, tough guy.

- You know where San Remo is?

- It's in Italy?

You're facing a murder rap, Paulo.

That's quite a surprise.

I don't want

any more surprises.

- I'll make it up to you, Bob.

- Okay. Make it up to me in Italy.

And I'll be grateful, Anne,

if you told me what you said.

I swear, I told him nothing,

but Remi said...

Wait. So Remi

said something?

Mmm.

I told him

what Paulo told me...

about the Monte Carlo,

the night before Grand Prix.

Paulo told you that?

Yeah. He said he'd buy me the moon

when you robbed the casino.

When we robbed what

from the casino?

The safe with 80 million.

- And that's all Remi told him?

- Mm-hmm.

He said,

"I'll straighten you out."

Okay.

It's okay, kid. It's okay.

It's okay.

- Anne... No!

Hey, you, fake.!

Where's my money?

- So, you knew Picasso?

- Met him once.

Pamplona, wasn't it?

He bet on the matador. You bet on the bull.

- The matador got how many stitches?

- Twenty-six.

Well, it can't have been Pablo. It must have

been Paddy Picasso, his distant Irish cousin...

because I had this canvas

valued in New York.

- It's not worth the f***ing freight charge.

It's a fake!

- It's a good fake, though.

Isn't that a contradiction in terms:

"A good fake, a happy homosexual"?

It was painted by Paul Keating,

one of the truly great fake...

- Where did you meet him?

- At a betting shop in Croydon.

- I gave him a tip on...

- Kazinski here is a really great artist.

Show him.

No.! Not her. Not yet.

The picture.

So, if I don't...

- Get my... money back by Monday...

what I do to both your faces

will definitely be cubist.

Call it the new aesthetic.

What do you call it, child?

- The new aesthetic

- Without an anesthetic. When did I say?

- Monday.

- Monday. Come on, Kaz.

- It's all right. It's okay.

- Have you ever tried gambling, Anne?

- No.

And I never

knew Picasso.

Well, the thing about Pablo was,

no one ever really knew him.

Just how much trouble

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