Ho !

It was 5 years ago.

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- You don't understand... - Neither do you!

- Let me tell you this... - What?

- No one but you likes this! - Yeah? So what?

- Don't you agree, sir? - Why do you ask him?

- He doesn't understand either! - She's your daughter, isn't she?

Hands behind your head, everybody, quick!

You idiot!

You're a racist, aren't you?

Ho!

Get drinks.

Go take a look, Ho.

It's them.

Hi.

These are pure dynamite.

The numbers are consecutive.

They're going to check the banks that got cash deliveries this morning...

and they'll spot the bills from the Hermel Street branch right away.

How much is there?

Fifty.

What are you going to do with them?

Ho?

Take these and burn them.

You brought us here to watch you burn 50 mil?

minus 50... we still have 170 left.

Do you think we can't handle numbered bills?

Maybe...

but I don't like to take risks.

Go on, Ho.

- We'd like to watch the blaze. - That's your choice.

This breaks my heart.

Why do you do it, then?

Catch it, Ho!

You'll have to get a new tie!

François, it's me.

Done!

Thanks, Ho.

Can't kick off old habits, huh?

They're the best.

Ho?

Will that do?

Maybe he thinks it's not enough?

I didn't say anything.

When you have something to say, don't hesitate.

Why not?

Welcome to Gare du Nord station.

Come closer, please... Yes, fine.

Alright.

I'm cold.

You've been wonderful.

François!

I'm so fed up!

- Have you got your car? - Yes.

Miss Craig wants to know if Bénédicte could do a photo shoot in Finland next week.

It's Hertz car rentals...

Send photos of you as a hostess for Amsterdam and Berlin.

Ted Lapidus is waiting for you at his boutique in St. Germain.

- So, was the old man satisfied? - Sure!

We got the best performance indexes.

- You mean you won? - No, it wasn't certified.

I don't understand.

I don't understand a thing about your car racing.

It's Bernard. A photo for Cartier. Jewelry. Call back soon. Kisses.

- When are you leaving again? - Next week...

to Panama.

Bank robbed near a police station. For a long time?

Ten days or so...

only if I do the Formula 2 tests.

It's up to the old man.

Why don't you come with me to Finland?

- Isn't it a good idea? - Come on, you know I can't.

Your old man is a monster!

He's afraid we might leave him.

Rather exciting, don't you think?

Doesn't look a bit like you.

- What are you doing? - I'm kidnapping you.

How do you like my nest?

- A gift from Daddy. - You really are crazy!

I'm not crazy, François...

I'm a little girl... I'm a baby.

We're too well-known for this job...

we'll have to wear masks.

That's a tricky system... I don't see how we can do it.

I'll explain...

Ho, park at the corner like the first time.

Okay.

You, wait for us here.

Ho, get back in the car and start it!

My papers... all my papers!

Get out of here fast... get away!

Too bad he died like this.

Too bad, as you say.

He always refused to use a holster.

I'd already worked out a plan with him.

I know exactly what we have to do.

All we need is a driver.

I didn't say I wanted to be the boss.

No...

but you're dying for it.

I just want to pull off the job Canter had planned.

- Some people might be interested. - With you as driver?

I'd rather be in on the action...

so I get a full share.

- I've never chickened out. - Not behind a steering wheel.

If it's a question of money, we can find a way.

No, we can't.

François!

François! I'm coming down! Make some coffee.

Good morning.

An anniversary, François? Which one?

- Guess! - Us?

Three what?

We've been together for 3 months.

Close your eyes.

Don't move.

You're dreaming, François...

Maybe.

You're not mad at me, are you?

No... but I can't keep it.

I don't want you to go into debt for me.

You know, Panama will make me a lot of money...

besides, it'll bring me luck.

I hope so.

You hear that? It's a curlew.

I love life, François.

Do you love it?

Me?

I love you.

What else?

I love you.

What are you doing? François!

Mob boss killed by his own gun.

Stop, thief! My car! My car!

My car! My car!

Stop, thief!

5'10"

Light brown hair...

hazel eyes.

No distinguishing marks.

- Name? - Holin.

- First name? - François.

Born April 13th, 1932 in Nice, is that right?

Yes.

- Ever been convicted? - Never.

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François Holin, born in Nice, April 1932.

Father, Marius Holin, shoemaker. Mother, Berthe Casares, schoolteacher.

Both parents deceased.

Address, 23 Rue des Brocardiers, Marseilles.

Irregular studies... military service...

then car racing until your license was withdrawn, five years ago.

Correct?

Yes, sir.

Charged with fixing a race and causing the death of your friend O'Casey...

but the case was dismissed.

- Correct? - Correct, sir.

Who was that car for?

- Well, for me. - Of course...

To re-sell it to who?

I don't know. I would've found somebody.

You live in Marseilles but where are you staying in Paris?

A hotel?

No, sir...

I just arrived by the night train.

You know anyone in Paris?

No, sir.

Nice item...

It was a gift.

From a woman?

Put it on, we're gonna take a walk.

What do you think of this?

It's an ambulance.

Don't try anything stupid.

Sit at the wheel!

Constable!

Look straight ahead.

Now, look at me.

Light a cigarette.

Now you can put the cigarette out.

I said 'put it out', not 'throw it out'.

When I drive, I always throw them out.

Alright, get out.

So?

Why didn't he put it out on the windshield like the other?

Maybe it's not him.