Bob le Flambeur Page #4

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True, I've screwed up all my life.

At least as a kid, I had an excuse.

You're no kid now.

You called hearts, without the 34...

I had two jacks.

I had 50 in that suit.

You could've led with the ace!

Aren't you sick of cards for one day?

Even here.

You're nuts!

Isn't it a great game, no-trumps?

You'll be peddling papers soon.

If I do, it'll be the racing form.

Go ahead, laugh.

What'll you do

with the 200 you have left?

- Play 'em at Carpeaux's.

- You'll be broke by morning.

I was born with an ace in my palm.

The casino director's happy.

He needed cash to pay his taxes.

I gave him a hand.

Did he tip his hat to you

as you left?

- He owes me that much!

- You're right.

Know how much he had in his safe

the night of the last Grand Prix?

Hey, a riddle!

I never tried betting on that.

Don't. You'd lose.

And you wanna play for peanuts

in a place like that!

How much did you say?

Hey, talk to me.

Care to order, gentlemen?

Who told you that?

- Jean de Lisieu, a croupier.

- The ex-pimp?

The same, but his new wife

has clipped his wings.

Dames need their revenge, too.

You sure he wasn't pulling your chain?

Why would he?

I wasn't fishing for information.

The job of a lifetime!

Whaddya mean?

- What if we heist it?

- Heist what? Deauville?

The safe with 800 million.

You're nuts. Nobody ever...

Thought of it. But I did.

It can be done

if it's planned right.

You in?

- Are you serious?

Do I look like I'm kidding?

So, you in or not?

Lemme think it over.

It's not like playing checkers.

You just throw it at me!

Just answer, yes or no.

You know the obstacles?

The people all around,

the cops, cracking the safe.

So it's no.

It's yes.

Banco. We'll start on it tomorrow.

Tonight, I'm turning in.

- No Carpeaux's?

No more action.

Not till we pull off the job.

Congrats. I'll hold you to that.

I have your key.

That young lady...

- Fine, Mrs. Regnier, thanks.

I thought about it all night.

It'll be tough.

But it can be done.

First we need to find a backer

to stake us.

Remember McKimmie?

The Scot?

You still see him?

No, but we stay in phone contact.

I barely knew him.

But...

I heard he'd retired.

Did he?

- Quite a while back.

He has a spread in the sticks.

Loves nature. I can't blame him.

He spent half his life inside.

Even a park fence

gives him claustrophobia.

- Would he join us?

- He's waiting to hear about it.

You phoned him already!

What else?

Great. So you're rarin' to go.

I always go for broke.

I drew a floor plan

of the casino from memory.

But it's too vague.

We need to have the exact floor plan.

But how?

I thought of a way to get it.

It won't be pretty, but...

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