The Big Risk (Classe tous risques)

Milan Central Station.

Why aren't you going on the train with us?

Because I'm going by car with your dad.

There they are.

Pierrot, once we get to France, we'll never have to move again.

We'll always be together. You understand?

We may arrive before you do.

- Buy us some shirts. - I'll remember.

Don't worry. It'll be OK.

She wanted to warn him to be careful.

But what was the point?

She'd not said a thing as she packed and unpacked.

Or almost nothing.

The children followed.

They lacked for nothing, except a school.

For this last trip, she had packed only the essentials.

Her handbag contained the last of their money.

But leaving Italy and crossing the border would require a lot more.

And money was something the two men knew only one way of getting.

This man was Abel Davos, sentenced to death in absentia.

On the run for years, he had watched his resources dwindle,

even as his restlessness kept him on the move.

With the Italian police closing in each day,

France was again the best bet.

Maybe he'd been forgotten.

And this was his friend Raymond Naldi.

For them, the city was neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

They took no notice of it. And the people were no more real.

We don't have a choice.

It can't be worse than Turin.

- How much? - 500,000.

- You're joking! - I'm not.

It'll do for the trip.

We can't hang around Ventimiglia.

The thing is to get there.

No reason we shouldn't.

We go ahead as planned.

- Where's the bike? - Outside the Corte Maggiore.

- Did you fill the tank? - Yes.

- Tails. - Heads. You lose.

I won.

Is he stopping or not?

Have them put up a roadblock on Route 6!

The keys!

Quick!

Stop, thief!

You idiot! You let him take the car, just like that?

Raymond!

We're the greatest!

BUS STOP

Mummy!

Mummy, watch this!

Can I go in the water?

Just to dip my feet!

No, darling!

Mummy! Here they come!

Abel!

I was at the end of my tether.

See, we made it.

- And Ferucci? - He's at the house.

I'm going.

- How much did they tell you? - 6 or 7 million.

Damn them!

- Hello. - Hello, Naldi.

Without that roadblock, it would've been easy.

There wouldn't have been any risks.

I had it all planned.

Now it's impossible.

I understand.

And holing up in a border town is even riskier.

So now what?

What can I say? We can't backtrack.

San Remo's still our best bet.

There are tons of tourists.

What'd he say?

- To go by way of San Remo. - San Remo it is.

Thérèse!

Come on, honey. We'll go into the sailor's house.

Pierrot, you go down, too.

It's Menton. Keep to the right.

They're asleep.

Let them sleep. We'll wake them when it's time.

Slow down. We're making too much noise.

What will we do with the boat?

We'll block the helm and send it out to sea.

Kill the engine.

Come on, Thérèse.

Home, sweet home!

Pierrot, keep an eye on Daniel.

Hey, you there!

What are you doing there?

Keep your hands where they are and walk this way!

Raymond!

Thérèse!

Raymond Naldi.

An ex-crony of Pierrot le Fou.

- A good shot? - Yes.

And the woman?

Dunno. Never saw her before.

The first time was in Rome. An attack on a bank courier.

One man dead.

Then Genoa and Turin. Two dead.

Describe him.

A big guy. Wide shoulders.

Dark hair. Square face.

Dressed in blue. With a child of seven or eight,

and another about four or five years old.

Make a report.

Cover all stations, roads, airports, hotels most of all.

As far as Marseilles.

Children eat at regular hours.

And they get sleepy fast.

Fatal Shootout Between Customs Officers and Gangsters

...on the run with his children.

Measures have been taken to prevent the fugitives from leaving the area.

Pierrot...

Listen closely because what I have to say is very important.

We can't walk together in the street like before.

You have to walk behind.

Hold Daniel by the hand,

and always stay together.

Keep about 10 yards behind me.

Like from here to the pillar.

You see?

But if I don't call you...

If I don't call you, don't come to me.

And if, one day...

you see men surrounding me,

don't come any closer or shout. Nothing.

Just walk the other way with your brother.

Where do we go?

Here, to a church.

You'll ask to see the priest.

But don't worry. It won't happen.

Now we'll go outside. Some pals will come and get us.

That's it.

So we do like we said?

Paris on the line, sir.

Henri Vintran, please.

- That you, Riton? - Yes.

It's Abel.

Abel? I don't believe it! Is that really you?

I'm in Nice. Things are bad. I'm sick.

I've got the kids. Are you there?

Yes, I'm listening.

Thérèse is dead.

My God! That business was because of you?

Yes, and it's urgent.

My God!

I'm stuck, Riton.

Hold on. Have you got enough change left?

Sure, sure.

- Bénazet. - Who?

Bé-na-zet. Quai de Lunel.

You have to get down here,

with an ambulance or something like that.

We can meet like before.

Like before.

I heard you. Like before.

Don't you worry.

Get the others. Jeannot, Fargier, the whole gang.

Are they still there?

Sure. Don't you worry.

I'll call again in two days.

In two days. Don't you worry.

Between the Saint Denis and Saint Martin gates,

there were 50 men called Riton,

but there was only one 'Riton-of-the-Gates'.

He wasn't the kind to mistake a slap on the back for friendship.

Business was business.

Beer.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

Denise...

When Jeannot comes by, tell him to meet me at Fargier's.

At his hotel.

So that Italian business was him.

Yeah.

And the meeting point?

At the Grimaldi post office, like before.

An ex-safecracker,

Raoul Fargier owned a hotel and a villa in Le Vésinet.

He'd still get his hands dirty, but very cautiously.

Jean Martin, alias 'Kid Jeannot', was still hard at it but unlucky.

And in two days, I'm the one he'll call again.

You already said that.

A situation like this

- calls for some hard thinking. - It looks simple to me.

Everything's simple for you.

We go down with an ambulance and a machine gun

and come back with the kids.

Isn't it what he wants?

What's that mean, 'We go down'?

I can say the same. But you forget one thing:

to start with, you can't go.

He's out on bail.

I don't get you. What are you talking about?

No way you can leave town, not even for a day.

If the judge suddenly summons you, what'll you do?

And we haven't the right to send Abel someone who's in hot water.

I'll go even further...