The Thief of Paris Page #5

Does that amuse you?

Yes. Doesrt it amuse you?

It seems your reputation

keeps growing all the time.

I'm not doing so well.

Money's harder to find. What a bore.

Suppose I arrange something for you

next winter

to recoup in one full swoop.

Your uncle is very rich. It's tempting, yes,

but the price isn't.

It's sad that he never learned

how to grow old.

Do you have 200 or 300 francs with you?

No. All I have is 500.

I'll come in person to thank you.

Don't bother. I'll take it out

of your percentage, dear.

Excuse me, your husband

has been inquiring after you.

Georges, can we talk, please?

Your uncle...

He told me he's rich. Is that right?

That's right. Very rich.

The mistress of the house, imagine.

He proposed it. He's insisting.

Then, do it.

But it bothers me, because of you.

Bleed him white, my dear.

He's a scoundrel.

Go for it. He is waiting.

Are you going to Dieppe with Courbassol?

I'm not sure yet.

But you've got to go. Canonnier is back.

Canonnier? They let him out?

No, he escaped.

It took him six months to make it

from Devil's Island. Six months!

He's been hiding out in Dieppe for a week.

Georges, you can see him there.

You're a friend of Courbassol.

You can move freely and find him there.

- How am I to recognize Canonnier?

- He'll find you.

I got word to him.

What should I tell him?

That his friends are faithful.

Above all, he must not set foot in Paris.

The police are looking for him everywhere.

Dieppe, what a day!

There were cops, reporters, voters,

informants, pickpockets...

Everybody but Canonnier.

At the end of the afternoon,

Courbassol gathered his troops,

and led us to the hotel

for the banquet in his honor.

Georges, did you see Courbassol?

Isn't he splendid?

They're in the palm of his hand.

His speech will be a triumph.

The Cabinet won't sleep much tonight.

- What's the matter?

- I've seen a ghost.

I saw Monsieur Canonnier.

It must have been a phantom.

It's impossible. He's in jail.

- Where did you see him?

- He was climbing up those stairs.

She's heavy.

Be careful.

Here, on the bed.

Mama, Mama.

Now, Fernande.

Now, Fernande, be strong.

Her time had come.

What a time to pick.

Please, Fernande, stop crying.

You'll be all red eyed and weepy at supper.

We've done our best. We'll announce

her death tomorrow morning.

Come, dear, come on.

We're already late for dinner.

Get back to her room.

Change the sheets

and put some flowers around.

Are you going to rent Mama's room?

Oh, stop it, Fernande.

We're completely sold out for once.

It's a room. A room is a room.

Go on.

How do you do? Monsieur Randal.

It's you, Randal, eh?

Canonnier, Jean-Francois.

- I was expecting you.

- I was trying to find you.

You're going back to Paris with

our friends. I'm leaving with you.

You'd better not.

La Margelle asked me

to tell you to stay here.

All the stations are being watched.

The police are waiting.

And why did the priest stick his nose in?

I must get to Paris by tomorrow.

You can help me.

Help you throw yourself to the lions?

Nobody will recognize me. Look here.

The wig was my own work.

It's called a crow's wing.

I took it off the head of a stool pigeon.

I've had a rough time, Randal.

You cannot even imagine.

I won't remain buried in this backwater.

I'm glad they sent you, Randal.

I've been told you're my successor.

The old girl is still creaking.

She's not quite dead,

though she has stopped living.

Say, this is the innkeeper's bedroom,

isn't it?

The strongbox.

You do it. I'll watch you.

- After you.

- I wouldn't think of it.

Do me the honor.

In that case,

I brought this back with me from the USA.

A little jewel.

Crowbar, an awl, screwdriver,

skeleton key, drill.

They have superb tools in America.

You haven't seen anything.

Edison has invented a small battery.

It can be carried in a matchbox.

You can plug in a saw, a drill.

Does the work for you.

It even holds a light bulb.

I bought one. I'll show it to you.

Don't go back to Paris.

It's dangerous, believe me.

You know,

prison teaches you a great deal.

It gives you time to think, to read, to talk,

to weigh the pros and the cons.

I have plans, Randal, big plans.

And I am not alone.

There are good men in my corner.

We'll soon strike, hard.

Strike what?

The world listens to force.

It will hear us speak.

We want to change it,

to remodel it, make it more human.

- You think the world is beautiful?

- No.

That's why we want to rebuild it.

You, me, and our comrades.

But first we shall dissect

the rotten soul of the bourgeoisie,

make them fear us, Randal,

using systematic terror.

I don't believe in violence, myself.

I've got my share inside,

I'd be afraid to lose control.

I used to talk that way

when I was younger.

I would put on gloves for each job, too.

But they caught me anyway.

Your turn will come, you'll see.

They're like wild beasts.

- I'm ready for them.

- Watch that kind of pride.

It's easy when you feel you're on top.

I've known those days.

Anything there?

Not much. A few shares.

I have some cash.

Here, take this, half is yours.

My friends of long standing,

you know me well.

This too, as a souvenir. I have another.

I call a spade a spade,

and I call our government a nest of vipers.

They will hurl insults at me,

but words can never hurt me.

I am interested only in the facts.

What are the facts?

You know them as well as I.

We see our social order disrupted.

We see collapsing one after the other

all the pillars

which sustained our nation

throughout its glorious past.

The pillars of family, virtue,

property, patriotism.

Our society undermined

by these strange insects,

by the Jews, by the Masons,

and by the hordes of bleating Socialists

who want only to sow discord

throughout the nation

and make of France their club,

their lair, their cell.

Bravo, bravo!

And in the face of this menace,

what has our government done?

We stand on the edge of the abyss.

One more step and we shall fall.

I, for one, refuse to take this step.

I shall use all my strength,

to take one step backwards.

I say clearly,

I want to look toward the past,

to find there an example

of honor and logic.

If I had a stick of dynamite,

I'd drop it right on that table.

I'd stop you first.

Because there's a woman down there

I like very much.

You're sentimental, aren't you?

Sometimes.

You don't look like it.

You're coolheaded, sharp as a razor blade.

We need a few more men like you.

Come in with us.

Apart from our true pleasure,

the one we hide deep inside of us,

is there anything won'th fighting for?

There is, and I'll convince you.

Well, it's time to go.

- You smell it?

- No.

You can't smell it?

Gold.

A sort of acidity.

It cuts, like a blade of grass.

There's gold here, I tell you.

Here it is.

You see, hold out your hand.

All right, you go first.

A great moment, sir.

My dear Courbassol

you surpassed yourself.

Thank you, my friend.

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