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that can resist Cesar,

and not a woman that

Cesar can resist.

How long?

Right away.

Get me 868-861.

But first we make sure

we can fence the goods.

I know just the guy.

Teddy the Levantine in London.

I'm sure he'll go for it.

You have a spare passport,

so you go see him.

Book a flight the day before.

I've got a great job.

Right up your alley.

With a friend. He's the best.

Can you come?

Great! I'll be at the airport.

- Who lives upstairs?

- Webb himself. He's always home.

Except weekends.

He goes hunting every Saturday.

Jo, let's test your memory.

You name each store as we pass.

Without looking up, okay?

I can do it with my eyes shut.

And Cesar?

Ferrugia, pricey

custom-made boots for the missus.

- It opens when?

- Late.

Tecla, cultured pearls,

costume junk. Opens at 10:00.

Florist. Salesgirl has

the biggest b*obs in town.

Careful, it opens at 6:00 a.m.

Even earlier.

So we gotta be out

no later than 5:
00.

That's for sure.

Henri Maupiou,

silks for evening gowns.

Branch stores in London and NY

for emergency repairs.

Swell.

- The other sidewalk now?

- No, I trust you.

We have to case it by night.

Things change then.

Sure. Tonight?

Tonight...

I was at the L'Age d'Or

last night.

You saw her?

- I took her to my place.

- And Grutter?

He wasn't in. He won't have to

look for me. I go back tonight.

- You're nuts!

- Expect me to hide?

Then I'm coming with you.

No way. I don't need

my friends to settle this.

Keep away.

It's my business.

I'll handle this Grutter alone.

Pierre, please!

I'm fed up with your big shot act.

You'll get yours someday.

Take a look at yourself,

you little punk.

You're a pretty picture. Dope's

gonna land you in the nuthouse.

Please!

- Give me a little.

- Put that down.

Just a bit.

When I feel like it.

Got that?

We all just happened to be here.

Hello, you.

Hello, kid.

Sit your moneymaker down.

Champagne.

What's your tag?

Maximilian.

Viviane!

I got a guy who knows what's what,

he ain't the kind to bust a gut

He's got lots of philosophy,

only he's too sweet on rififi

If another guy just gives me a nod,

right away he goes for his rod

He tips his hat and yes, sirree,

it's time for some rififi

I step in, but he don't give a damn,

he points me out and says scram

And when he's back after a while,

he's got this nasty little smile

And sure as sure can be,

I'm next in line for rififi

You look like

you don't have a clue

Like no one ever spoke to you

About rififi

It's not a word that people use

Among the swells,

the who's who's

Rififi

It's the lingo of the streetwise,

the battle cry of real tough guys

Rififi

So don't fry your brain and grumble,

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