The Brain (Le Cerveau)

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. 34 is next door.

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. 10% seems rather excessive.

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

...5%. - What!?

5%??

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!

8 billion. A tidy sum!

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%.

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.

6.5%, or I take it elsewhere.

7%, or I fly to New York tonight!

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 5 years ago.

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...

No, thank you.

Don't touch, he bites.

That's enough!

- Thanks. - Keep the change.

I'm fed up.