The Swindle Page #2

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You're going to get fat.

You'll end up in a wheelchair!

Obese!

- Find anything?

- Nothing wont while anyway.

Not wont the trip.

Don't worry. I've got a good thing

lined up in two weeks.

You feel like eating outside?

It's too cold out.

Alright. I'll clear off the ashtray

and set the table.

Do it now! The food's ready.

What's happening in two weeks?

You're curious.

We're going to Sills Maria,

near St. Moritz.

- Not bad!

- I think it'll be wont while.

A dental convention.

The European Congress

of Odontology.

They look pretentious enough

to be good prey.

What if our dentist's there?

I had my teeth cleaned

just to make sure.

He hates meeting other dentists.

- You think of everything.

- It's my job.

It's one of the most

lucrative jobs.

And one of the safest,

if you're smart.

Lucrative?

The least taxable.

- Is it good?

- Yes.

Why do you like doing dishes?

I don't, but I know

how much you hate it.

You know what?

I need a few days off

for a change of scenery.

Do what you want, my dear.

You don't mind?

Betty, you know I love you,

but I can live without you.

How about if we go back to Paris.

I'll do this month's accounts,

then you do what you want.

Are you sure?

Don't be annoying, darling.

I won't be long.

What?

Take your time.

102,400 francs.

Not bad for only three scams.

I guess.

And it's the slow season.

Don't forget that...

I know. We could've taken...

more cash

from the lawnmower salesman.

Don't flaunt your stupidity, darling.

Thanks a lot.

Use your head!

That's the whole idea.

I left too much money

for him to notice any was missing.

He had more than 20,000

in his wallet.

It wouldn't even occur to him

he's been had.

It's the principle behind taxes,

but they're even more subtle.

The tax people are geniuses.

- But we have to fight to survive.

- You old anarchist.

- Yes you are!

- Oh no, my dear, not at all.

As usual...

one third goes into the communal

pot. That's 34,000.

We split the rest,

that's 34,000 each.

The 400 francs left

are a present for you.

A bonus for the personnel.

Thank you sir!

Do you still plan on

taking some time off?

Where are you planning on going?

I don't know. Somewhere south.

You have to be in Sills Maria

on the 25th.

I'll be there.

Do you need some cash?

A little.

How much? Ten... fifteen thousand?

Twelve thousand.

Here princess.

Thanks.

What ID do you want?

I think I'll be Russian.

Sissi Petrovna.

Sissi Petrovna!

Can't you pick an easier one?

It's more amusing.

Why not Betty Boop!

Passport, license, ID cards...

Checkbook.

Careful, only ten left.

By the way...

on the passport

you're a blond.

So?

Platinum blond.

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