Bob le Flambeur Page #5

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Nothing's pretty except the safe!

- What about Paulo?

- He'll be in.

He's gotta earn a living.

- Take a hand, Bob?

- No, thanks.

Am I intruding?

Why would you be?

Let's go.

We're talking business.

I told you to stay out of my way.

Let me tell you something else.

Leave the kid outta your dumb cons.

What's with you?

And another thing!

Weren't you on the lam

on account of Lydia?

I worked something out.

You manage pretty well.

What's he want you to put up?

Five hundred clams to pay the first bills.

It reassures the suppliers.

I'll bet!

I won't warn you again. Got it?

Come on!

- Where we going?

- To the seashore.

A third-class hotel,

greasy-spoon food.

- I bought you a runabout.

- I wanted a big car.

Sit down.

You know Suzanne, my wife?

We need to talk.

Excuse me, ma'am, but...

I get the message.

Well?

It's been ages.

I last saw you before the war.

How're you doing?

- Fine.

What's up?

- We need you.

Can you get us a floor plan

of the casino?

- What?

- That's right!

Plus the number

and make of the safe.

What for?

- We're doing an installation.

- For a new burglar alarm.

Come off it.

What'll you do with the plan?

- Frame it.

- Don't ask. Is it yes or no?

I can't do it.

I'd lose my job.

You'll lose it

if you don't help us.

Why? I got a good record.

Especially for being a pimp once.

This is blackmail.

There's no proof.

No? What about the Vice Squad files?

- You wouldn't!

- Wouldn't we?

So, choose:
the floor plan

and 500 for you,

or else...

So I'd be paid?

It's been ages, old man.

Glad to see you.

You don't know Bob?

I thought the face looked familiar...

but it's been so long.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

My friend has an idea.

But it'll require backing.

All my money's tied up in my club.

We have to grease a palm.

That's 500.

For the rest we'll need a lot more.

To recap:
You have to hire,

train and provide for some boys.

You plan to slip that croupier

You'll need two cars.

How much are we talking about?

We were thinking...

eight million all in.

And how much do I get back?

I dunno... 10.

You must be joking!

I want 50% of the take.

But we're the ones

taking all the risks.

I'm no philanthropist.

Take it or leave it.

So, you in?

Sure, but why pack a rod

if we don't use it?

I know you.

You're the trigger-happy type.

Got that, Luigi? You stick 'em up,

but you don't shoot.

Don't you worry.

I'll take a popgun along.

Pablo around?

Still need pesetas

for a club back home?

You got some for me?

And the recruitment continued

as a waltz played.

Yvonne looked on

with a tender but anxious gaze.

- What's that?

- Nothing. Go to bed!

It's nothing.

It's for an errand.

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