Bob le Flambeur Page #3

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scrubbing the floor.

I'd always seen her on all fours.

That's how I recognized her.

I ran for it, without a word.

I started sending her money orders.

One day they came back.

Her scrubbing days were over.

Was he really the first

to copy American hoods?

Actually, it was the Yanks

who copied the Bonnot Gang.

Bob was the first to use

front-wheel drive.

This was before the war.

No loaded guns. No casualties.

And then one day...

- The Rimbaud bank job?

Nabbed red-handed with your dad.

You know the story.

- Not staying?

- Can't. I got work to do.

Hiding things!

I thought she ditched you

the other night.

Hi, beautiful!

So, are you head over heels?

- I have a spare.

- Not coming home?

Never before 6:
00 a.m.

See her home.

I'll be at Carpeaux's.

I thought...

You thought wrong.

I hear you're planning

a job with Marc?

A rag-trade con. We'll get rich.

Rich in experience behind bars.

Stay out of it!

Stay out, I said!

Marc's no good.

Want to go solo, warn me first.

- Not even a "good night"?

- 'Night!

- Want a drink?

- If you like.

BETTI NG OFFICE:

Hello, Mr. Bob. Up already?

It happens. Leave that here

and come back tomorrow.

- But the cleaning!

- Do as I say!

Prince of Orange. Number eight.

What're you betting?

- What I have left. Seven hundred clams.

- Are you nuts? What if you lose?

You ever see me lose?

Risking your last cent!

Fortune favors the bold.

"Be bold! Be bold!" said...

Where's your pal Paulo?

Back in Paris playing a filly.

- A prize-winner?

- No, but hot to trot.

Prince of Orange.

Name rings a bell, no?

I knew an Orange Freddy

who came in first at Buenos Aires.

Let's hope mine does the same.

Know what?

We'll try the Deauville Casino.

- Oh, no!

- I'm on a roll. I can't stop now.

You shouldn't.

You said that for Prince of Orange.

Leave it to me.

Jean!

- Roger...

- What're you doing here?

As you can see... croupier.

How'd you land that?

Oh, contacts. Wiped my police

record clean. How about you?

- The usual. Looking for action.

- Not here, I hope.

No way. Too many cops

and not enough loose cash.

No, I'm with Bob.

- The High Roller?

He's in the back room taking a lesson.

Lessons cost here

and the students never win.

It's the professor who rakes it in.

Listen, the night

of the last Grand Prix,

there were 800 million

in the safe at 5:00 a.m.!

Get your things together

and move in with me.

And Bob?

What about Bob?

Don't you see he left us alone

on purpose?

But I thought...

You thought what?

Nothing.

You sorry?

What're you staring at?

Yeah, I'm cleaned out. Big deal!

I feel sorry for you.

You're such a sucker.

- What?

- You heard me. Aren't you ashamed?

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