Cash Truck (Le Convoyeur) (Le Convoyeur)

When John Lennon died, I was shocked.

I was shocked when Harrison died too.

And if McCartney dies,

I'll be sad.

What about Ringo Starr?

"Ringo Starr"? No, not really.

I don't like the Stones' Angie.

I can do without it.

But I like the Stones.

Yeah, I sure hope so!

You guys have tacky tastes!

Ever heard of Dolly Parton?

- "Dolly Parton"? - Yes! A country singer.

The Stones are yesterday's news!

- The Beatles too. - So are cowboys.

But Jagger is proof you can age and keep on rockin'.

- True, and he's our age. - Exactly.

I've met him, you know.

Sure! He dropped in for a drink, right?

I went to his place in '92.

I was working at Sécurimax. I dropped off a briefcase...

...at his chateau, right here in France.

France is a beautiful country!

Beautiful and vast.

Pass me, you bastard!

Take this!

Jot down the plate number, just in case.

HQ? Armored car No. 8 here.

CASH TRUCK

- Yes? - Alexandre Demarre.

I was told to show up today.

Have you ever experienced traumatic events?

No.

Married? Children?

No.

Just as well.

Psychiatric disorders?

No. I've already answered these questions.

Vigilante keeps its own files.

No criminal record.

Good.

- Are you unemployed? - Yes.

You'll be on probation for a month.

Sorry, we have to follow certain rules.

On January 1, we'll need extra help for the holidays.

If you do a good job, maybe they'll keep you on.

The last to be hired aren't necessarily the first ones out.

The guys are particularly unmotivated these days.

Head to the locker room. A colleague is expecting you.

Hurry or you'll be late. By the way...

If you have any problems, don't hesitate to come see me.

That's why I'm here.

There won't be any problems, sir.

- It's over now. - Yeah, you mean we're through!

- Is it African? - No, it's a fusion.

Hi.

- My name's Bernard. - La Belette.

- Alex. - See you later.

I'll give it back to his wife.

Sign here.

- What is it? - A petition for the training.

- What training? - Bingo!

Is it normal for you to start without any training?

We only target practice six times a year.

Cops practice six times a week for at least a year.

Thanks! Welcome to Vigilante.

- Sorry. - Who are you?

- Sorry, I'm new here. - Hurry up, we're late.

- Women work here too? - One woman.

Thank you.

Here. 92R67. Memorize it.

This is your gun. Respect it.

Thanks.

Nicole, you're late. It's on record.

- Armored car No. 3. - Three...

"Three," right?

- Heavy, huh? - And you can't drive with'em.

But when the Yanks buy us out, you'll get shiny new shoes.

- What are you up to? - He's with me. Hi, I'm Jacques.

Meet La Momie.

- Hi. - It's very simple...

- We load and unload. - Sit up front.

- Don't play with that. - Wake me up when we get there.

OK, go catch up on some sleep.

- What'd you do before? - I worked in a bank.

Good thing you switched. You can get axed at any time.

At least we can chat.

You'll see, you'll like it.

- Got a heavy vehicle license? - No.

I suggest you get one.

You're making 1200 a month, but drivers earn 1350.

- What's his title? - Messenger. Almost 1500.

But the risks are greater.

- Been at Vigilante long? - Let's see now...

Seven years. Shit!

- Who do we serve? - Those our competitors avoid.

Shady districts, small shops... We rarely make big pickups.

Less money means less danger.

He'll escort me to the safe. Stand near the truck.

- Hi. - Hi.

Put that away before we get in trouble!

You ain't even a cop!

Fuck you and your mother!

Faggot!

OK, let's go.

Stay cool! They're just having fun.

Armored car No. 3.

- What's this week's password? - "Indigo."

You're on the ball! Indigo.

- Are you married? - No.

Good. You wouldn't last.

- Want some? - What are they?

They're like candy... Good candy.

No, thanks.

Here. The pork special.

- Ever get held up? - Me? No.

What about Vigilante?

Three times this year.

Thousands of armored cars, yet we get hit three times.

A coincidence?

Pass me Le Parisien, I gotta check out my horoscope.

Don't forget, our trucks don't meet the latest standards.

Ours don't feature superior armor.

When will that change?

When the Yanks buy us out, not before.

They haven't even bothered to replace the stolen boots.

We transport millions and the company's struggling.

What's your sign?

Shut up, Dolph!

- So how do you like it? - It's not bad.

- You work for the Yanks? - Why do you ask?

- Dolph! He's picking on him. - They sent someone last year.

They were looking for moles,

so I rid the place of rats.

- Bastards! - They must suspect management.

The leaks always come from there.

Three euros.

- All I have left. - I'll give you your change.

- My commission. - What commission?

See you tomorrow, guys.

- I'll think about it. - Sign! Even the new guy signed.

Stop bugging her. Need a lift?

No, I'll walk.

- Sure? - Yeah.

Take care.

- Alex is single. - Don't start!

You asked me.

- Nice guy, huh? - Yeah.

See? He signed.

- How long will you be staying? - A month, initially.

- Stan, have you seen Isabelle? - No.

1450 euros.

Room 652, north wing, as requested.

I don't want anyone to clean my room... ever.

- All right. - Thanks.

Thanks, Isabelle.

Do I know you?

Thanks.

'62 Fiat, right?

Yes! I'll bring it back to life and take you for a spin.

Your rust bucket's finished!

Didja gas up the trucks today? We could've been stranded!

- That's all? - We never see the cash.

- So you're not tempted. - That's right.

Makes no difference. Let's go.

Electricity is our worst enemy.

With a 20,000-volt charge, you fry instantly.

Not everyone can afford a rocket launcher.

Right! You need 12,000 F. A grenade is 200 euros.

Made in France.

Now suburbanites request armored cars.

Guards were recently attacked by pitbulls.

La Belette! We're gonna be late!

Here I am.

This is the good stuff.

Look.

Your turn. Take a good puff.

What the hell were you doing? I've been waiting 20 minutes.

Are you new?

Where'd you find him?

Damn! Nothing but coins.

Come on, hurry! I've got better things to do.

One day I'll make a complaint.

You could say good-bye!

Leave the door open.

Alex.

This way.

This always turns me on...

Look people straight in the eye and you'll see...

...they're paranoid.

- Move it, I'm starving! - He has to stay inside.

He's been here 15 years, leave him alone.

No!

It's in your blood!

- My dad and his dad were cops. - Why aren't you a cop?

I failed the entrance exam.

- That's a shame. - But I have connections.

- Best pusher in Paris. - Come on, let's go.

What's my name?

Bernard.