Pickpocket Page #2

What laws? It's absurd.

Do you believe in nothing?

I believed in God, Jeanne,

for three minutes.

A week later, I sat down

in the lobby of a famous bank.

I got scared.

He got away from me.

We split our take over cards.

We could show the money openly.

Next time, there'll be

three of us, not two.

Is that clear?

- Perfectly clear.

We weren't talkative.

In all that time,

he knew me

no better than I knew him.

Going through my things?

Where did you find that?

There, on the table.

Thieves disgust me.

They're idlers.

Barrington was no idler.

He'd spend all night reading.

To trick rich people

into being his friends.

He stole from friends.

You think that's right?

Let's go out. Come on.

Still, he had guts.

They hanged thieves back then.

Now, it's prison.

Do you know what prison is?

- I can imagine.

- No, you can't.

- May I borrow it?

- If you'd like.

- The same old ideas?

- The same.

In any case,

even the most skillful pickpocket

won't help humanity progress.

I never said that.

It's absurd.

Tell me, do you think

there are many around?

Many of whom?

These supermen of yours.

Who can say?

They don't get caught.

But you claim these people exist.

Perhaps you know one?

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Of course.

May I?

Barrington?

Never heard of him.

Was he one of your supermen?

No, but feel free to take a look.

Come see me someday,

and bring the book.

I know he suspects me.

So do you. Admit it.

Admit what?

Nothing.

Don't go see him.

I'm going to.

Hand it over.

Go then, if you must.

He kept me waiting

instead of having me shown in.

I brought you the book.

What book?

Ah, yes, Barrington.

Barrington interests you?

Everything interests me.

Of course.

The young writer.

I thought I detected mockery

in his eyes.

He made hooks

that he would slip into pockets.

Here.

A Nuremberg cutler

made 15 of these.

You must excuse me.

Keep it.

Good-bye.

How did I not see it?

It was a trap.

If I hurried,

I might catch them in my room.

Nothing had been moved.

Nothing was out of place.

This trick required no help,

but I hadn't yet acquired

the knack.

Luck was on my side.

A finger circles the strap

to hold it firm,

while the thumb frees it

from the buckle.

I practiced often.

It was Sunday.

I was seeing Jacques.

Jeanne was joining us.

Very smart!

Where's Jeanne?

Downstairs, waiting for us.

Are you sad?

You're not in the real world.

You share no interests

with others.

Are you coming, Jeanne?

Coming, Michel?

- Where are you going?

- On a plane.

You two go. I'll stay here.

Where's Michel?

I was running. I fell.

There you are.

I was so scared.

Scared of what?

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