The Brain Page #5

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This isn't normal!

Unhook the car, Anatole!

Well done, Anatole!

I didn't do a thing. It just went.

Wow!

Hello! It's been cut.

Two explosions!

I'll pull the alarm.

Is this yours?

No, my little nephew's.

- They're asleep!

- What luck!

I told you we'd do it!

Eight billion!

Quite a bag!

Now, John, you'll see why

they call me the Brain.

All the bags are loaded.

I'm totally bushed.

We'll sleep later.

Hurry. No time now.

The bags are loaded?

- Where? How? By whom?

- Darling!

- Sofia, you're here!

- Yes, my love.

You look gorgeous as a fire-fighter.

One minute, darling.

I don't get it.

I knew I was smart,

but that smart...?

- The bags...

- Well I never!

- Where did you throw the bags?

- Here!

From up there.

They should be here!

No sh*t!

What did you do with them?

Hey, the firemen!

The firemen!

The firemen nicked the bags!

Stop, thief!

Shut up, and let's get them!

The taxi!

The best way to go unremarked

is to be noticed.

OK, go ahead.

Alert:
police roadblock!

Holy Mother!

How could they have been alerted

so quickly?

- There's a fire ahead.

- Get out.

Burst through the roadblock!

- Get out!

- Hands up!

Get out!

Hands UP!

The cops!

You have just had an accident.

Do not panic.

Remain calm and lie down.

Sh*t! My taxi's toast.

Hello?

Who are you talking to, miss?

You!

Don't mind him, miss.

It's just Anatole.

...Fourteen.

That's the lot.

Operation completed.

The Sicilian guy!

The Sicilian girl!

Whore!

Gangster!

That hurt, boss.

You, in the car!

Watch her, Bruno.

Yes, boss.

They're not real firemen.

Or cops.

Be quick! Line them up.

...Two, three,

four...

Well done!

Look!

- He kidnapped Col. Matthews.

- Who's the Italian?

"You'll know neither the place,

nor the time, nor the target."

You think Frankie

would let 8 billion fly away?

Along with his pretty little sister?

To think I liked you.

You're a bit too greedy, Colonel.

The old fart forgot one thing:

Frankie Scannapieco has a brain too!

And I think it's getting heavier

by the second!

Get in!

The Sicilian is the Brain.

The real one, from London?

Dead right!

You've 2 hours to make Paris

and stash the money

in the piggy bank. Go!

He put the Colonel in a trunk.

He's putting our cash

in a piggy bank.

Let's go, Bruno!

Fake coppers, fake firemen,

a fake roadblock...

- Arthur...

- Yes?

Lucky you told me that

no one else was on the job.

Tonight at midnight,

at the ruined castle,

a giant fireworks display

and, as every year,

a dance in the town square!

That's your fault, fool!

Sofia!

Don't go. Stay here!

It's empty, boss!

He can't be far.

He'll see us, idiot!

Let's go.

Bruno...

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