Lucky Jo

Synopsis: Lucky Jo and his three friends are little criminals, who try to live from small burglaries. But they never have luck - ever so often something inpredictable happens to Jo and gets one of them arrested. While Jo is in prison once again, they decide they'd better do without him in future. He decides to help them secretly...and unfortunately.
Genre: Comedy, Crime
90 min


Gabriel, you got baby skin.

- "Fugit irreparabile tempus", guys.

- Come on, "Dominus vobiscum".

Hands up! Don't move!

I said don't move, blondie!




Nice job!

- Hey, it's not my fault.

- Come on, back away!

- I can't, Father.

- Back away to the end of the street!

Back away! Back away!

Hello guys!

Hello you!

Of course... winter time.

Winter looks smashing this year.

Shit, shit, shit... (in Latin)


Maybe I can help you.

Maybe I know someone who

knows someone who knows...

- Someone who can take your fake bills.

- You think so? - I do. - Go on.

Fake bills... OK.

Fake bills?

Fake bills.

Hello guys!

Hello you!

Of course...


Summer time is a gas!


You're not bored with the holidays.

Don't you want to get back to work?

- Why? You got a case?

- "Pulsate et imperiatur vobis".

Knock at the door and it will open.

A debutante's safe.

But it's a two men team.


and an expert

If you want an expert...

I'm your man.

That's it.

The maid leaves.

03 AM.

07 AM.

7113 AM.

Now! The boss lady comes in.

It's done.

- It's busy.

- Let's take the stairway.

No, there's another elevator.

Nice. It's here.

- What's happening?

- Shit!


That's our luck. Elevator is

still out of order.

The court sentences Christopher Jowett

to a five year penalty and

his accomplice Simon Archambaut

to three years.

Of course it's spring time.

Is Mr Gabriel here?

Mr Farkas?

He'll be here in one hour.

I'm going to wait.

It's a niece piece.

What kind of glass is it?

- Sorry.

- The chandelier.

What kind of glass?

It's only glass.

What are you drinking?

Nothing. I'm just waiting.

- It's OK not to scream but we

can't hear you. - Come closer.

I said we have to steal two rides.

I want a Dauphine.

And you, what do you want?

A 404. I have it well in hand.

Tomorrow at 8 I'll stand at the corner.

When I see the van I'll take

my hands out of my pockets.

As soon as I see your hands I'm

starting from there with the Dauphine.

I run and I block the van.

Open the door to avoid it being blocked

in case the van crashes into you.

Same for me.

I get out and handle the driver.

I'll take care of the Van's door.

I'll leave my corner and

play traffic cop with my Thompson.

We load everything into the 404...

and we split. Take care with the Dauphine.

We leave it on the scene so

don't forget to wear gloves. Let's go.

- I have to see Raton.

- You said he was OK with the deal?

- He takes the gold but we still have to

talk about the bills. - You're optimistic.

We can encounter some intangible facts

tomorrow if you see what I mean.

I have a lousy horoscope.

Lost. Your turn.



I'm Paul Garnier, Gabriel's partner.

Hi Paul!

From Gabriel.

- He's sick?

- No, busy. Bye.

I'll come to see him tomorrow then.

- It's no use.

- Why?

One becomes superstitious in the long run.

What's it mean?

We can't say that the guys who

worked with you were entirely successful.

From now on when you

visit them they're busy.

Say, Paul...

I'd like to ask you a question.


Your chandelier.

What kind of glass is it?

Baccarat, Venetian or Bohemian glass?

- You're kidding? - Not at all. I find it

intriguing. Such beautiful glass.

Bye Paul.

"Ab imo pectore".

Hi Napo!

I forgot what it means.

"From the bottom of my head I salute you."

You have grey hairs now.

- "Fugit irreparabile tempus".

- You see, you remember now.

We didn't get you at your exit.

I noticed that.

Gabriel has a chandelier.

You have some small lampshades

but in jail it's only

naked light bulbs.

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