The Brain Page #4

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- Hang on a minute...

I'm starting to get sick of you.

Squad! Forward march!

Squad, halt!

The squad is under your command, sir.

Squad, dismiss

and form a single line.

Canada.

Turkey

United States

Great Britain.

Belgium.

Italy.

You're breaking everything!

Grease it, it'll rust.

Grease this?

Stop it!

See anything?

No. You?

Me neither.

What are you greasing here?

Nothing.

Greasing nothing.

Then keep moving!

No, not that way.

This way.

And Norway.

First three in the armored car.

Six men in the rear car.

And six men in the front car.

This special train

will leave at 18.56

for Brussels.

Please board the train

and close the doors.

I'm counting on your vigilance,

gentlemen.

I shall lock you in as I leave...

and release you in Brussels.

Use of your key

is expressly forbidden,

except in cases of derailment

or fire.

Should anything abnormal occur,

an explosion or something similar,

pull the alarm.

It's set off.

It's on this side.

This side.

No, he's going to the right.

Are you sure?

No, he's going left!

You're right.

Yes, he's going left.

No, he's going right.

Just here...

Here.

Damn!

The train's coming here.

Here! To the left!

Come on!

Jump.

Jump, for God's sake.

Jump!

Anatole, can you hear me?

Is that you?

Who else would it be?

Settled in?

No, I've not settled in.

I'm on the wheels.

This is no way to travel.

Do what I'm doing.

Unhook your ladder

and lay it across the buffers.

And I'll tell you something,

your plan's a piece of crap.

We'll never succeed.

Don't switch off!

Damn it! He hung up.

Why can't I ever

stand up to that guy?

Excuse me.

Would you have the time?

It's half past seven, miss.

Thank you.

Arthur!

Yes?

Do you see what I see?

Yes. Fourteen bags full of dough.

And four men-mountains

guarding them.

How long do we wait

before attacking?

Less than an hour.

What do you reckon to

the little Italian girl last night?

I only saw her legs on the stairs.

In the taxi, I saw her head!

Between us, she's not bad!

Arthur!

Can I chat, even if it wears

the battery down?

Of course,

now we're sitting pretty for once.

And now, my own kidnapping.

The countdown, Anatole.

Yes!

At zero, throw the stink bombs.

Are you sure they work?

I tried them. They're awful!

Five...

Four..

Three...

Two...

One...

Zero!

There's a very curious smell

in the carriage.

Smell? I can't smell anything.

You hear me?

I'm going in!

I don't wish to be rude,

but this stinks!

We arrive in ninety minutes.

We'll never last!

This can't go on!

The key...

Anatole!

Yes?

This is it!

Didn't you fall off?

No, I blocked the door.

They can't close it now.

It won't close!

Something's blocking the lock.

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