Sign there!
Let's see:
1 golden Cartier, 1 golden bracelet,
1 pair of cuff link decorated with diamonds,
1 golden ring, and 1 golden chain.
I thought you'd be alone this morning, so I came.
Didn't have to, inspector.
Come, I'll buy you a coffee.
Ho!
You don't want to have a coffee with me?
For 5 years, I dreamed for this day.
You were not in my dream.
Me too, I dreamed.
You fell again, I catch you, I get a higher grade.
Don't count on me for your promotion.
You quit?
- I don't want to end up in jail. - You all say that.
And one day in front of a jewelry you want more, there we go.
Let's go then. I want to rob a jewelry, give ma ride?
You want me to drop you to a jewelry?
OK with this?
Very well. Goodbye.
He's gonna rob?
He's crazy, but not that crazy...
It would be foolish to rob while we play drivers.
I'll check it out.
How much?
Everything OK?
Should be great while I'm looking for a job.
I really want to quit.
I would say 80000.
Give me a check.
I'll go to the bank, you drop me?
Well?
I'll catch him! And it won't be for 5 years this time.
Maybe he'll really quit?
He robbed 14 banks, precisely .
Armed with a gun. This guy never quits.
He'll start again, I'm sure.
He looked sincere.
Shut up! Start the car.
- For opening an account? - Down the end.
Thanks.
Hi, I'd like to open an account.
Yes, sir.
Hands up!
This is a robbery!
Hands up!
I have a grenade!
I'll detonate it!
If I drop it, it blows. Watch out!
All go there!
All of you!
Put the money here, quick!
Hold on.
Central post.
Alarm at the BNT, 37 Merchands street.
I repeat, 37 Merchands street.
Duroc here, we fly to the bank. Be there in 1 min. Over.
Quicker!
Watch it!
Enough, give it.
Throw it, quick!
Idiot! You did it on purpose!
Not at all, sir.
Don't move! Hands up!
Get me the fucking bag!
Or I'll blow everything!
The bank is surrounded!
Get out, hands up!
We will do you no harm!
The bank is surrounded!
Get out with hands up!
Don't move or it blows!
Come with me!
Take another one.
- What? - You don't have any chance!
- Surrender! - Let's go, goddamn it!
What are they doing?
Here they are.
I have a hostage! Let me go or I'll kill him!
Move it, I have a hostage!
Here comes the hostage.
OK, we'll let you pass.
Don't panic, please don't...
It's Lucas.
- It's Lucas? - No way.
But yes.
Oh yes.
Fuck!
Idiot.
- What? - I said idiot.
What are they playing?
Lucas, it's me, Duroc!
What do you want?
Nothing, I'm the hostage!
- What? - He's the hostage.
He won't fool me.
Stop that crap!
- Tell them to drop dead! - What?
- That I'm the hostage! - Well yeah, you're the hostage.
Tell them, or we'll get killed!
I don't feel well.
The grenade! Don't let go!
- Don't let go. - I am sorry.
- My legs are... - They'll shoot me!
What is he doing?
I got him now. Shall I try?
Stop firing! Stop firing!
- Stop firing! - Bastards.
- They're crazy! - They want me. Duroc!
Why you?
Duroc, you hear me?
- Why you? - Shut up! Duroc!
Get out, hands up, Lucas! Or I'll give the order to shoot.
Listen, damn!
Last warning, get out with hands up or we shoot!
Don't be an idiot, or I kill the hostage!
- I swear I will kill him! - Kill the hostage?
You, give me that!
OK, Lucas. OK....
Tell me what you want, I'm listening.
I want my car!
- Don't try to... - Shut up!
We are leaving, Duroc!
You stay calm!
- If you follow us, I'll kill him! - Where's your car?
- What is this shit! - Where's your car?
Over there.
OK, let's go.
The keys!
- Give me my gun. - The keys, or they will shoot!
My gun! It's my robbery.
You will not take my money.
My gun or I blow us away!
- Where's the 1st gear? - Wait.
I'm so sorry. Wasn't on purpose.
Why does he shoot?
They're off to the place Cambacérès.
Block the Morny boulevard and the Chapelain street, quick.
We got him, bastard.
I drive?
Oh! I'll drive if you're not OK.
It wasn't on purpose, damn it!
Watch out!
The grenade!
Well?
Don't work?
Why is that?
One, two, three...
I'm out of jail!
5 years in prison!
- 1 hour of freedom, and in big shit! - Sorry!
You go see the cops and you explain the situation!
Tell them I'm innocent!
You will clear me or I'll rip your head off!
You're OK?
You can't stay like this.
I would surrender to the police, but I can't.
I have a problem.
I have a little girl.
If I go to prison, she'll be alone.
I'm all she has.
Don't touch me!
You're hurting me!
Damn you!
All this because I blew a hold-up?
All this because I succeeded in 14, idiot!
I didn't know who you are. I took a hostage, I didn't choose.
- Me too, I'm in big shit. - Shut up!
Where are we going?
My daughter is waiting in front of the school.
But...
Not the cops, no!
What's going on there!?
If I go to prison, they'll take her away!
It's for a statement!
- Go on! - Nothing to say!
Nothing to say, bastard?
- You won't tell, scumbag? - Easy, oh!
Please, gentlemen!
Explain it calmly!
This idiot did a hold-up, I was a hostage and I'm accused!
It's a lie!
And this? What is this?
The hold-up of the BNT! That's Lucas!
Hands up!
I didn't do it. He did it, arrest him!
I said "Hands up!"
- What did you say? - I'm not going to jail.
Hands up or I'll shoot!
Stop!
My money!
Get lost before I kill you.
Shit.
You're a pain in the ass right from the start.
A hostage doesn't bitch around.
We take a hostage to protect us. Mine is bitchy!
I did this robbery because I have no money. Kill me,
but I'm not leaving the money.
Get lost!
What will you do?
Move it.
I know who can help you.
It's not far. Go.
Quick, I'll be late for school.
The cover, put it on the car.
It's a friend of my dad.
He's nice. He'll take care of you.
I hope he's home.
It's open.
Mister Martin?
Lie down, I'll look for him.
Is he a doctor? He will call the cops.
- He must report my wound. - It's daddy's friend.
- He's a doctor, he must report... - Not a doctor, but veterinarian.
He will call the cops.
Mister Martin?
- Mister Martin? - Who's there?
Hi mister Martin, you remember me?
François Pignon.
Is it you, Georges? It's nice of you to visit me.
No, it's me, François. Georges was my father.
- I need help. - What?
My friend is wounded, in the other room.
Wounded? I don't practice anymore, Georges.
It's bad. Didn't know where to go.
Examine him, it's urgent.
Examine it? I don't know. What is it, as race?
This is not a dog, it's... Come and see.
- It will shit everywhere again. - No, He's very clean.
- What is it? - A friend.
He's wounded. He lost blood.
I'm not a doctor, Georges.
You can remove a bullet, and wrap it up, yes?
Remove a bullet?
He swallowed the bu-bullet
playing a round?
Are you OK, Mr. Martin?
Distracting, Georges.
All this is hot. Very hot.
What's this bullshit?
- Carefully. - I'll take him somewhere else.
- Good boy. - You listen, M. Martin?
- We'll go. - Nicely.
Give me the alcohol, it's there.
You can do it?
Nasty wound, very nasty.
I don't have anesthetics. Here, bite this.
Take me away!
Would be better to prick him.
I want him here, tomorrow! Taking too long!
30 seconds, I'll be back.
He's François Pignon. 45 years, no case.
He worked 24 years in a clothes factory.
Chief of sales, it bankrupted.
- Married? - Widow.
- A daughter, not normal. - How comes?
She's in a school for kids with troubles.
It doesn't match with Lucas.
Nothing matches with Lucas in this.
Send a car to the school.
Daddy is late, honey!
You waited long?
It's the car of Mr. Martin, the veterinarian.
Mine is broken.
Get in, quick.
We won't go home, Janet.
We'll never go home. We'll leave
where the sun shines.
No more boring, my love.
We'll be great.
Let's go on foot. Let me open.
Let's walk.
Watch the shops.
It' all right, darling. It's all right.
Oh, nice stamps!
Let's see the stamps.
Still asleep. No good.
He's waking up.
No, that's outside.
You're right, outside.
I would like him to bark when he wakes up.
You recognize my daughter?
We visited you. You remember?
No. She's very pretty.
Hello, little kitty.
Oh, oh!
You recognize me?
Asshole?
Yes, it's me. Are you better?
I'm not OK. Cops everywhere. I'm stuck.
It's your fault.
They want you. Me, they don't want.
All the cops of France want my ass.
You want me to cry?
Help me.
What?
I want to pass the border.
I need passports. I don't know where to go.
You know. Help me.
Drop dead.
I helped you, no?
You shot me, asshole.
I have a deal.
Help me and I will confess. You'll be clean.
You will soon confess to the cops.
You know why I did this robbery?
I'm unemployed for 3 years.
No social benefits.
I lived with 42 francs a day, for my girl and me.
I don't care!
I did it because I couldn't get out.
Listen carefully.
If the cops catch me, I'll take you down.
It's disgusting, but I'll do it. All for my girl.
I'm sorry for you.
Really.
Goodbye.
Asshole?
- Yes? - Bring me a phone.
Hello?
Hold on. It's for you, Mr. Labib!
Yeah?
We didn't meet for 5 years, you remember me?
Perfect. I need what you know for a friend.
As fast as possible. OK, I'll send him.
He's waiting. Round-point pub, Magenta place. Ask for Labib.
2500, one passport. 1500, one ID card.
Thanks so much.
Go, beat it.
I take the bus, or should I walk?
- Walk. - Yes.
Don't look in people's eyes.
- Why? - It's a rule.
As a runaway, you watch the floor.
OK. Something else?
Remember you have no more friends.
Watch out for scums. They betray.
Good. Anything else?
Are you an asshole?
Beat it. I'm tired.
- Janet? - What the hell?
- My daughter. - No.
- Meet her. - No!
My little girl. Her name's Janet.
I'll go shopping.
This mister is ill. You have to watch him.
- I don't need it. - Let me handle it.
He's like a child, protect him.
I don't need that shit.
You won't hear her, she doesn't talk.
Hasn't spoken for 3 years since her mother died.
- OK? Nothing broken? - I'm OK.
- Watch it. - Yes, thanks.
Sorry.
Mister Labib, please?
What?
Mister Labib.
What for?
A friend of 5 years ago called him.
Come over here.
- How is your friend? - Good.
Sit down.
He didn't waste time.
He went out, and did a bank!
He's got balls!
Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
In a hurry! An idiot in a hurry.
Relax, we're your friends.
- You have the ID pictures? - Yes.
You look great.
Like a sunshine.
You know the price?
2500 F, one passport?
Yeah, 5 years ago. Now, it's 500,000.
- What? - Yes. 500,000, for friends.
500,000 francs?
Not 500,000 dirhams, idiot!
Where can I find 500,000 F?
At the BNT.
There was no 500,000 F at the BNT.
How much?
Not very much.
None of your business.
How much was it?
Answer to Mr. Labib! How much?
84,000 francs.
Sit down.
Lucas won't bother for 84,000 F.
He didn't rob, he was the hostage.
What?
I did it, he was my hostage.
You.
Took Lucas as hostage?
Yes. Ask him.
He took Lucas as hostage, idiot!
It's the truth!
I hope you didn't hurt him!
He's fragile, Lucas.
You're funny.
Tell Lucas we want 500,000 F, or we'll tell the cops.
Peace!
Hello?
It's Labib. Here's your friend.
They want 500,000 F, or they'll betray me.
Tell them you were my hostage.
Hello?
What hostage? Which hostage?
This idiot took you as hostage? If I fart, he'll fall down!
No, you, listen to me!
If in 24 hrs, I see no money, he'll tell his story to the cops.
You, why are you watching me?
Go away!
Mister Martin?
- Mister? - Sir.
Mr. Martin is here?
No.
He told me to come at 6:30 pm.
Don't be afraid. He bites only thieves.
Don't bother the gentleman, Mastard.
Sit, Mastard. Leave him alone.
- You're a friend of Mr. Martin? - Yes.
He's too. Huh, Mastard?
You like Mr. Martin, huh?
Wait for the party.
He saved his life 5 years ago. A car hit him.
He will jump around!
Leave him, Mastard.
You would like to have a big dog like him?
You lost your tongue?
Yes.
Ah!
No party, I have to go.
The BNT. We look for Lucas all the morning.
Come, doggy.
You tell him we came by?
We'll come back. The guy is hurt, it won't be long.
He's hurt, a piece of cake, huh, Mastard!
Sit, now.
Attack, Mastard!
Mastard! How is the dog!
How are you? Good boy!
Attack, damn!
What's going on?
Don't move, doggy. Don't move!
Don't move, Mastard!
Don't move.
Go away! I don't need you!
Go away!
Wait here, or I call the cops.
I have a little girl, she is sick.
I have to take care of her! let me out, please!
You slept there, fatty?
It's our home. There's a rent for the room.
You heard what he said?
Your money, quick.
Your trousers.
Quick, asshole, or I'll make a hole!
You wait here, OK?
You hear? Don't move.
What don't you talk?
Move a little, daddy.
Don't stay in my way, I tell you!
What do you mean, I'm shitting?
- You are shitting! - No. What you mean, I'm shitting?
- You are shitting! - No.
Lucas, is not an easy client.
Your Lucas, I'm waiting.
He'll be easy, don't worry.
When you're a runaway, you don't get big.
You make yourself very, very, small.
Hands on the desk, Labib!
Nobody moves!
Are you nuts? There are cops everywhere.
Get him, or I shoot!
Go on!
Hands on the desk!
You're running, you're nuts!
No. I was taken as hostage.
If he's not here in 10 sec, I'll blow up your ass!
Get in!
- Where's my girl? - Get in!
Bye, Labib. Later!
Goodbye.
"It's me, only me who did this hold-up.
"No charge must be put against M. Lucas
"who is perfectly innocent."
Signed, François Pignon.
There.
It's all there.
Why I did it, how I took you as hostage...
This is it...
I don't think we'll meet again.
Surrender. Running is hell. She can't take it.
- Where's your money? - At the vet.
You won't get far without money. Surrender, you have no case.
You have a nice face.
- You get 1 year. - They'll take my girl.
So what?
I got out!
You see the result!
But you're an idiot.
OK, I'm going.
Thanks for all.
- Don't go. - Once more, sorry for...
Just want to say something, I'll be back.
- She talked. - What?
- She talked. - Why you whisper?
For not blocking her.
The doc said if she talks, act like nothing is going on.
I must not cry.
Don't stay there, it's dangerous.
That's it, I'm crying.
The most beautiful day of my life.
3 years I'm waiting.
- You have a handkerchief? - No.
Shit.
You can tell I cried?
She talked, thanks to you.
My girl talked.
- Shit, I cry again. - You have to go now.
Yes.
Let's go.
You know what would be great?
- Stay a little with her. - What?
It's the 1st time she asks something.
Are you crazy?
OK, let's tell her.
- Hopefully she won't block again. - You tell her. I'm gone.
- Tell her goodbye. - No.
Shit, she's there.
- Stay for 1 hour. - No!
He can't stay, my love. He wants to, but he can't.
If he stays, the police will hurt him. You want that?
Don't go.
I can't stay, I'll come back, I promise you.
Let me go.
Don't cry, he'll come back. Daddy is here.
Don't cry, Janet.
I beg you, don't cry.
Janet!
Bastard!
Janet!
- It's not working! - He's crazy!
That guy is nuts!
The bolts !
Catch him!
Get in!
Left.
Car 8 to all vehicles. We found Lucas.
He drives a van "Caraiibos".
License plate 1522 FT 33.
It's fucked.
Stop, we'll get burned!
I want to find my girl!
They'll shoot us.
Where is she now?
- What will she become? - Hush!
- She'll be hurt. - Hush!
They'll catch her, and put her away.
She will die.
She can't take that. Not for even 3 weeks.
If they catch her, I'll kill myself!
- It's their fault. - Hush!
Stop doing that, damn it!
Shut up or we'll go to jail!
- It's full of cops! - Hush!
God damned!
No.
- She'll leave, I will lose her. - Hush.
Look at her.
How small, fragile she is!
Anybody can harm her. She's defenseless.
My poor little girl...
Who is that?
Watch out.
He's got a face for giving candy
to little girls, son of a bitch. - No.
- And that, isn't that candy? - Shut up, damn!
He's giving one!
She accepts.
I told her not to accept!
No!
Leave the stone!
Please, gentlemen.
This little girl is lost.
She said her mom is dead, her father in jail.
My little girl...
They're taking my girl.
You'll do maximum 1 year. Then, you get her back.
I'll visit her, she won't be alone.
You have my confession. Go on, good luck.
What are you doing?
Oh! I'm talking.
I'll kidnap her and leave France with her.
It's not a good solution.
Leave me alone. I want you to let me go.
Yes, hold on.
Yes?
Call the institution! We keep her here!
Yeah, goodbye.
The money of the robbery, was at the vet.
One more idiocy. Lucas went bananas.
You think he's not guilty?
Do you?
Yes?
Who?
It's Lucas, he wants to talk.
Really!
- Inspector! - It's Antenne 2!
- RTL! - I have one thing to say.
Lucas is free. Charges were dropped.
- One question, Lucas! - Lucas!
What is it like to be taken as hostage?
- What will you do? - Find a job like everyone else.
Tell us about the bad guy.
He's a poor fellow.
Leave me alone with this story.
- One more question! - Inspector!
What are you doing there?
Excuse me.
Don't let me catch you again!
Hey!
Here! These are much better.
Thanks, mister.
- I was in the neighborhood... - Cognac?
No, thanks.
It's no fun here.
You need a girl.
When will you marry and have kids?
Not tired of being alone?
You don't want me in jail, you want to marry me off.
- The job, all right? - Very good. 5 visites a day.
3 idiots forgot their key, the 4th broke it.
I broke a safe.
Still fast?
I'm paid by the hour. I took 45 min instead 10 sec!
Way to go, that's good.
It's for a short time, just temporary.
There are no jobs.
Your cognac is not good.
I understand why he robbed, the idiot.
Any news?
- You went up for that? - No, not at all.
It's really to say hello.
Thanks for the cognac.
And the little one?
Who?
Ah! At the institution. There's a cop near there. I hope the idiot
will show up one day.
Is she OK?
I don't know.
Bye, Lucas.
I'll come again.
Bye.
Hi, I come to see Janet Pignon.
Are you family?
No. I'm a friend of Mr. Pignon.
Yes. There's a mister... Sir?
- Lucas. - Mr. Lucas wants to see Pignon.
All right.
- Wait, please. - Thanks.
- Mr. Lucas? - Yes?
In fact, we only allow visites of relatives.
Too bad. Give her this and a big kiss from me.
Any news of the father?
No.
If he gets in contact with you, call the police.
Take the fucking monkey!
Come with me.
Hello, Janet.
It's for you. You like it?
She refuses to talk and eat.
If she continues, we'll have to feed her through the veins.
You hear, Janet?
We'll put a needle in your arm, that hurts.
Give us a moment.
We need a judge's authorization.
She needs many things, but not a cop.
You have 5 minutes.
Janet?
Janet, look at me.
Janet, you must eat.
Janet, be nice. Look at me.
I will visit you everyday, look at me.
Look at me, damn!
OK, I'm going.
There, I'm leaving.
Bye, Janet.
You remember when you said: "Don't leave"?
You have a pretty voice, you know.
Talk to me, Janet.
Say again: "Don't leave", I would like that.
You don't want?
OK, don't talk but eat. You are so skinny!
I'll bring a cake tomorrow. You want that?
I will feed you.
It must be disgusting here.
A big cake with a lot of cream.
I will kiss you.
And leave.
I leave you there, huh?
OK, listen...
You won't wake everybody up! I hope you didn't steal it.
- I'm scared. - Chu...
There. Come on.
You scared me.
What are you doing here?
- Do you smell like fish? - Yes. I slept in a market.
You stink, it's revolting.
- She must be bad. - I saw her yesterday.
- And? - Not very good.
Why is that?
She'll be better far from here. Calm down.
- Let's work properly. - You are right.
- Locked? - No worry.
Everything's easy with you.
- A cop as security. - What?
A female cop. Tough.
Hush.
It must be there.
Hush!
- There's shit all over. - Watch your steps.
- You're doing that on purpose? - There's a bunch of shit!
- Wait here. - No, I'm coming.
I told you, stay here.
Hush.
Don't be afraid, it's me, Lucas.
- Well done. - Hit the road.
Give her to me.
Let's hurry.
- She's not mine. - What?
- You made a mistake. - You're kidding?
It's because of the monkey. She had it in her arms.
I want mine.
What is it?
Let's get the hell out!
- I want my girl! - Hide.
Don't move!
Janet!
It's daddy, come!
Janet!
- You heard? - What is it?
- Where is my daughter? - You make it worse, Pignon.
Tell me where she is, or I kill you.
She's at the infirmary. Come.
I'll put you again asleep.
Be a good girl. Don't cry, all right?
You'll be guilty for abduction, you know how much that is?
Take her, quick.
Don't be afraid, Janet. It's daddy.
It's me, my love.
You're stuck, buddy. Don't move.
Stand still.
Quick!
Janet...
Janet!
Why isn't she waking up?
She's freezing. Touch her.
- She must see a doctor. - No way.
It's not normal to sleep like that!
Why is she so cold?
- Her cheeks are not cold. - What?
Her cheeks are not cold.
So what?
She only got cold hands.
You stop for that?
I want a doctor!
When he sees a bum with a little girl from the institution,
he will call the cops!
- I don't give a shit, she's ill! - Lucas, you hear me?
Yes, I do.
- It's 1 hour we are calling you. - Not now.
I went to eat.
There's a job to do, at 18, Paradise street.
At Dr Gilbert's, I repeat, Paradise street..
- You have a job to do? - For whom?
For a doctor. Dr. Gilbert, he lost his keys.
- SOS Keylocks. - Huh?
- You asked for a technician? - Yes.
- Are you a doctor? - Yes.
Something wrong?
No, it's OK.
I had a little party...
It's all right.
Doctor?
Is he drunk?
We need another doctor.
Let me go, I'm a doctor.
- I'm a doctor. - I want another one!
This one is very good.
I can walk. Let me go. I can walk.
I'm gonna be sick.
I'm gonna be sick..
I wanted to be a doctor without borders,
I don't like the heat.
Don't kill him!
Doctor, you hear me? We need you.
The girl is ill!
You hear me, doctor?
Who are you? I'll call the police!
You have no rights...
You examine the girl or I'll get pissed.
Well?
Gimme that thing, there!
What is he doing?
What are you doing?
I'm taking my pressure, I don't feel well.
No, it's OK...
I'm OK.
- It's funny, I thought... - Take care of the girl!
Let's do it!
Let's go.
Fuck, it's spinning...
It was the annual reception of the Lachaume laboratory.
I never go out... Oh, shit!
It won't work, let's go!
What is it?
It's me.
Stop, it hurts!
Go on!
Blood pressure is very low.
Her condition is a whack.
- Give her something. - She must go to the hospital.
We can't take her to the hospital!
What are you doing with her?
It's my daughter. She let herself die at the public institution.
I'll give her a cardiotonic.
She needs normal food.
She must eat, or you will lose her.
- Where are we? - At a client's.
I've installed a security door for them. They will be back in 15 days.
Upstairs.
You see enough?
Are you OK?
I don't know, I...
- Give her to me. - No, it's OK.
I haven't eaten much in the last few days.
Nor have I slept much.
- Give her to me, you'll let her fall. - No.
- I don't want someone to take her. - Don't move.
No, it's too heavy.
It's OK.
- Is it OK? - It's OK.
Now, to bed!
She won't die, will she?
- She won't die? - Why was she dying?
Stop talking bullshit! What an idiot!
Why was she dying?
I'm scared.
The neighbors!
I don't care! You are scaring me with your bullshit!
Janet, we're here!
You're not in the Assistance institution anymore! Your dad is here, and me, open your eyes!
Open your eyes, damn!
Stop it, you'll hurt her.
I'm hungry.
She's hungry!
Fuck, she's hungry!
Shit!
There's nothing to eat here!
They left, but not to shop for groceries!
Where can we find food at this hour?
There are beans.
- Beans? - Little girls eat that?
Look what we have.
- Nice beans. - It's good for the kids.
Janet?
We'll let her sleep.
All right.
Yes, it's OK.
- Where do you come from? - What did you do tonight?
- I worked. - He took his girl, you helped.
Me? Are you kidding?
Risking jail for helping an idiot?
Take him.
- What's my motive? - Fun, friendship.
Let's go. You'll explain it to the press, Duroc.
What?
You put me in jail because I'm friendly.
You almost shot me, you want me in jail,
we're talking abuse.
Release him.
You won't pass the barricades.
You will get blown.
It's late, Duroc. I'm tired.
You won't make it with those two losers!
Not a chance, Lucas!
There you go!
We're all clean.
Hello, Janet.
Lucas...
You eat it all?
I stole this a few minutes ago.
Who is it?
The clients where I worked.
They're of our age, and have a 5 years old boy.
I look like the guy, the wife, is your style.
There's all we need.
I will dress like a woman?
You must pass the barricades.
It won't work.
I don't look feminine! I'll be grotesque!
I'm too old for that.
There are old women.
Yes, but I don't look like an old woman, damn!
You must pass the barricades, man!
Put this on, we'll talk later!
You'll see, they'll grow quickly. Don't worry.
I am grotesque!
We'll get arrested, and they will laugh!
Let me see.
I won't get past 10 meters, dressed like this.
Even in Brazil, I'll get busted.
- What is your name? - Jean-Claude.
- Good. How you call me? - Daddy.
- And him? - Mommy.
Doesn't work...
Put the wig on.
What did he do to your hair, my little one!
It's nothing, mommy. It will grow.
- Don't call me mommy. - Must do.
Yes, it's true.
- How horrible. - It'll be fine.
I don't feel right.
You are pretty, mommy.
I don't want her to call me mom.
Let's go, Marie-Cécile. It's your name on the passport.
Don't forget, Marie-Cécile.
Oh là la là la!
Marie-Cécile...
- Is he hurrying? - Yes.
We have to go now!
Are you OK?
Lucas.
You have to be fatter, you're too skinny.
I don't want a skinny girl like that.
Will you stay with us?
What is she doing, your father? Marie-Cécile!
If my company didn't bankrupt, I would still be chief of sales.
I was 45 when it happened.
- Who needs a guy of 45? - Come on!
If we find a barricade, don't talk. I'll do it.
I wouldn't like to go to jail dressed like this.
- A cop. - What?
Behind us, a cop.
- Shit! - OK, OK.
We drive slowly. No problem.
- My heart hurts. - What?
- You OK? - She'll throw up.
- Oh no, not now! - Breathe. Any better?
No, my heart hurts.
- She'll throw up. - Not on me!
Get your head out.
Outside, like that.
- My wig! - No!
- What an idiot! - My heart hurts!
- Shut up!
My heart hurts, my heart hurts.
- Are you OK? - I'm OK.
I can't pass the barricades without the wig.
No.
- Women have short hair. - Not with this face.
Yours too ugly, yours horrible!
You need the wig.
We'll never find it.
- Why you said all that? - Huh?
About my look, you didn't have to.
There it is.
What's wrong with your wig?
A bad fold maybe?
Why does it stand up like that?
I don't know.
Shit!
What do we do?
You're called Jean-Claude!
If they ask questions, I'm screwed.
They won't.
With my look, they'll ask questions!
And my voice! It's fucked!
Calm down, damn it!
- Let's run! - Shut up!
- Turn back! - Enough!
We're screwed, turn back, damn!
Shut up! Your wig, for God's sake!
National Police, your papers, please.
Quick, my wife is pregnant. She doesn't feel well.
Yeah...
- You're going to the maternity? - What?
Wait.
Let go through, a pregnant lady!
No need!
There's traffic jam, it's safer. Go on.
- What should I do? Give birth? - I'm thinking.
The gynecologist will be surprised.
I would like to have a little brother.
That's impossible.
They will take you. You're OK, litlle lady?
Be brave, mom.
Why don't these 2 bastards leave?
Relax, madame. It'll be OK.
Lie down.
That's it.
The doctor is waiting.
You're lucky, the operation room is available.
I'm better.
I'm better, thanks.
It was a nervous pregnancy. Goodbye!
There.
You climb over the hill and there, is Italy.
- I don't know what to say, Lucas. - Don't.
Both of you go.
I can't come with you. Don't be sad, you know why?
We'll meet regularly. I'll come to see you in Italy.
We'll have parties, like we never got separated.
I'm starting my life, I can't mess it up.
I understand.
I can't run anymore, I did it for too long.
- I said, I understand. - OK. Goodbye.
Good luck.
Goodbye, Lucas.
See you, Janet.
I'll keep you company a little, With you I never know.
- We'll manage it. - OK, let's go.
Only a few days. I can't stay all my life.
- I have others things to do. - Of course.
Of course.
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