The Brain

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You see, my dear Suzanne?

We got away with it again.

Who did that?

Me, boss.

On Purpose?

Of course.

I looked forward to it all day.

I prepared it all: the soap,

the mop... it just needed you.

Solitary!

Get him out of here!

Out of my sight!

And you only just got out!

You must be crazy!

Yoo-hoo!

There he is.

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo, dammit!

Why is there no yoo-hoo?

How can it be?

I followed my map

to the centimeter.

MEETING PLACE:

Yes!

That's it!

Oh, my word...

must be firedamp.

Excuse me, sir,

isn't this cell 34?

No.

This is 108.

Oh?

Sorry!

I don't bloody believe it.

Back inside!

Are you free, driver?

I have been for 5 minutes.

Thanks to you, mate.

Stop it, fool!

Lower the blind.

Lower the blind!

Pull the blind up!

You're a wretch! A yokel!

Not worth a dime!

Next time I won't miss!

You villain!

You murderer!

What is this relationship?

Tell me his name!

- Go to hell!

- Just you wait!

My life's been hell

since you came back from America!

When you're married,

you can cheat on your husband.

Not your brother.

Especially when his name's

Freddy Scannapieco.

Leave me alone!

Sofia!

Here, take this...

I swore on our parents' deathbed

I would keep you pure.

Why d'you think

I never took you to America?

You are pure. You still have

that most treasured of possessions.

Yes! Blinding headaches!

I mean your virginity!

My virginity?

The first man who comes along

can have my virginity.

For free!

Who's that?

None of your business!

Go to your room, now!

You lousy good-for-nothing!

You stupid fool!

This way.

Signor Scannapieco awaits.

- Are the others here?

- Waiting by the pool.

After you...

Give me my flask and my croissants.

I'm in a rush this morning.

See you tomorrow.

Awake, sir!

Come in!

Breakfast...

Sleep well?

With a clear conscience.

- Have some croissants.

- Thank you.

You get a mention in the newspaper.

There it is.

Listen:
"Strange escape from Poissy.

"Last night, Arthur Lespinasse

"escaped after digging a tunnel."

The Brain.

They'll never catch him!

Keep your hair on!

Didn't get you far!

"What could have driven

this second-class hood..."

- sorry! -

"...to evade his captors now,

four days before his release?"

What's all this? Are you mad?

Making me take risks

just before your release!

Every night spent digging!

And every day removing.

Exactly.

Removals are my business.

Have you gone mad?

No! It was for an immediate job.

A fabulous job!

We know your "fabulous jobs"!

- Fifty-fifty, Anatole.

- No!

All my schemes work,

don't they?

Remember Indochina.

- Did I ever drop you in it?

- Yes!

OK. But we got out,

or we wouldn't be here.

That was rather thanks to me.

Be careful!

Shut it, Granny!

Thug!

I'll find a taxi.

Then you're on your own!

Will you launder the money,

Scannapieco?

- The job's in 3 days.

- OK. Same percentage as last time.

No, not quite.

This time, the best I can do is...

...5%.

- What!?

I doubt the Mafia will appreciate

these last-minute demands.

Listen to m...

Bruno!

Coming, boss.

Listen to me...

It's the 2nd time

you work for us.

Take care it's not the last.

And you won't tell us

a thing about the job!

Don't you trust

Sig. Scannapieco?

Totally.

You'll know neither the place,

nor the time,

nor the target.

But you'll be the only ones to know

that the sum will amount to

around 5 million pounds sterling.

In cash!

But not easy to launder.

I can tell you the sum will be

in 14 different currencies.

That should make things easier.

You're sure no one's in on this?

Absolutely certain.

I do the heist,

you launder the money.

I take all the risks.

So the commission is reduced

by 5%.

That makes... $750,000.

You're putting me on!

The Mafia won't weigh in

for peanuts!

Make it 8%

and we might be interested.

Deal! 6.5%.

Get her out of here, Pascalino.

Yes, Father.

Holy mother and father!

The shame!

You're soiling

the Scannapiecos' honour!

Your wife?

No, my little sister.

But she's gorgeous!

Look out!

Come on, Anatole. Don't sulk.

Here... eat this.

No!

You know NATO?

No. Who's that?

It's here.

So what?

So NATO is moving.

A removal!

Yes.

A train from Paris to Brussels,

filled with typewriters and desks

and...

And what?

And what?

Something only I know about.

In a special car,

watched over by a NATO colonel,

the secret funds of fourteen nations!

You can't go attacking

fourteen nations!

I'd never offer you the job

if France were still in NATO.

Of course.

That changes everything.

Look over there!

- The Colonel's car.

- So what?

We mustn't let him out of our sight.

He's the only way to find out

the date and time of the transfer.

Then what'll you do?

- Guess.

- I don't know.

The mail train job.

Like the Brain's job in England

I studied every last detail

in prison.

All we do is copy it!

Easy to say.

There were 25 of them.

- You're alone.

- There are 2 of us.

No, you're on your own, mate.

Stay here. I've an idea.

Look, they're British.

He must be Col. Matthews,

the guy sent over at the last minute

to supervise the transfer.

- Who is he?

- A train specialist.

Come on.

- What are you...?

- Hide yourself!

Hey, I want to go!

Quiet, Anatole! Down!

There's a good boy.

You've a big dog.

He's a pest!

Your car is in a real state.

Maybe my taxi could help you out

for a few days.

Show you Paris,

the cabarets, the ladies...

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