The Brain Page #3

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- Can we, gentlemen?

- No.

Course not.

Absurd.

Yet that's just what we'll do.

For all the fools

will react like you.

No one would imagine

that the Brain

would dare reattempt his feat.

I've told you a hundred times,

no animals in my bed!

Poor Pompon!

Such a good cat.

Poor Pompon's going outside.

Go and check out the girls.

Lucky sod!

Come on...

Out from under my feet,

Pompon.

Now, my friends,

the freight car with the money.

Here it is.

Inside, we have...

fourteen lovely bags.

plus...

Watched over by four guards,

all armed to the teeth.

Lights, please.

Gentlemen, as you know,

for the Glasgow-London job

I took leave from the army.

This time, there's no need.

I've been given the job

of protecting the money

we're about to steal.

Now, car number 7,

compartment 11

and I, Colonel Matthews.

Afterwards!

Evidence of a struggle...

I kidnap myself.

And here, gentlemen, you make

your entrance dressed as firemen.

The only possible spot

we can re-stage the mail train heist.

The same bridge, similar roads...

At 20.32 hours:
the attack.

between the two cars,

an explosive charge separates

the car from the end of the train.

at the forward coupling.

armed guards neutralized

using sleeping gas.

Will you stop following me?

Go on, beat it.

On your bike, Pompon.

In conclusion, gentlemen,

the special train

containing NATO funds

will leave tomorrow, July 16

from the Gare du Nord at 18.56

and follow this itinerary

to Brussels.

Suzanne, behave!

Leave my slippers alone!

What's that?

That bloody panther b*tch!

The cow!

That's about as much as I can take!

You naughty animal!

Look what you did!

You'll sleep in the laundry tonight!

Hello?

Is that the Englishman on the 6th?

Yes.

I'm at the end of my rope.

What's going on?

You can go to hell, sir.

You, your fat, ugly wife

and your lousy cat!

You know who I am?

The fat lump I see on the stairs.

Look, Andr!

It's raining in my home!

It's raining? So it should be.

I'll come up there

and thrash you, sir!

Come on up, then.

You... wimp.

Coward!

Loser!

nincompoop!

Nincompoop? Coward?

I'll show him!

Wait... you want to go to Daddy?

Off you go.

It's OK,

I'm expecting someone.

John, it's Sofia.

I'll get it.

That'll teach you to be polite!

Thank you.

I'll never forget what you've done.

Oh, no...

I just wanted to shake your hand.

Right, then. Thank you.

Sorry, sir!

See you tomorrow.

- To the country!

- Now?

Col. Matthews was briefing

a dozen plain-clothes cops.

The money leaves tomorrow.

Here's the map.

Hurry! We've got to scout

a place to hide the taxi.

Get on with it!

- I'm not going.

- OK. Drive on.

- Go on!

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