The Blonde with Bare Breasts (La blonde aux seins nus)

THE BLONDE WITH BARE BREASTS

Here...

Burn my nipples.

That's it.

Make it snappy.

Hey, kid.

~ I'm dying of hunger. ~ Me, too. Shall I grab a kebab?

That sounds like a good idea.

I don't have a red cent.

I have two euros. Shall we split a panini?

A panini? Sounds good to me.

~ Can you divide it in half? ~ Not with you.

~ I'll do the cutting... ~ Not you, you old geezer.

~ Here. ~ Thanks.

~ If your Dad doesn't sign, it's all over. ~ Don't we inherit automatically?

Mom never told me if he acknowledged his paternity.

Then the boat goes to the state or something...

~ Will it take long, do you think? ~ The old guy might already be dead.

That doesn't help.

You defend him? After all the beatings?

We can take care of ourselves.

Can you hold the pen? We can stick it in his ass.

We can bribe a nurse.

Both of us.

Do you want an adventure?

~ Like what? ~ To check out Paris.

~ That's why we came here. ~ Me, too.

But it looks very different from the water.

A working cruise?

No, my brother and I have a barge. We're carrying a load of gravel.

~ And girls. ~ Sometimes. Summers are really fun.

~ Have you thought it over? ~ Yes, agreed.

~ Can you squeeze your brother? ~ Can I just talk with Lazlo?

What are you waiting around for? Get to work.

Abramovitch is impatient. You've been warned.

~ Do you recognize us? ~ He hears us.

We've come for the boat.

We must have the ownership papers necessary to work and eat.

Can you help us?

You won't help a soul.

Not even in death.

It smells burned.

You said "well done".

No, I said "with bite". I need to talk over something with you.

A fat job.

We've friends here.

Asshole.

We're going to steal a painting for someone.

~ It'll really pay. ~ How much?

Name a number.

10,000 or so?

200,000. We just have to grab a painting in two minutes.

~ Should I do that? ~ You're a minor.

If it goes wrong, I'll get caught, but I'll get a lesser sentence.

I'm not afraid. I'll do it.

You're a super kid.

~ I got lucky with my brother. ~ You know, Dad said something.

~ When you were gone. ~ What?

~ That he liked you. ~ What?

About the boat --- we get it.

Fruitcake.

Yeah, that's a laugh.

Hey, kid. An aerosol for when things go wrong.

~ You owe me a cargo. ~ No, your father.

~ He's dying. ~ And what do you care?

~ I don't want Rivera's any more. ~ We need it, no matter what.

You won't get a turd.

Not a turd?

~ Bite me. ~ Get moving, asshole.

Louis?

Check this out.

It's full of expensive paintings.

Santa Claus.

~ What have you bought? ~ Some paninis.

Super.

Look at those tits.

She comes with us. This is the painting from the Musee d'Orsay.

I have sandals and a shirt for you. Just like a lousy rich kid.

Tomorrow you go exploring.

Let's see.

Walk.

~ Walking agrees with your ass. ~ Why do I want that?

Come here.

My watch. If we pull it off, it's yours.

You need to secure those sandals.

~ I want a pair of Reeboks. ~ If things go wrong, before I get arrested.

~ I'm staying with Reeboks. ~ Do you want to touch the tits or not?

~ Don't pull. ~ Stop.

Do what I say.

Make sure you aren't noticed. Look at no one, especially not the guard.

Check how high the picture's hanging. Find a way. Clear?

~ What did I tell you?! She was wearing the same ones! ~ Calm down --- who??

The guard had the same sandals. They're girl's shoes.

And the picture? How high up was it hanging?

~ She kept watching me. ~ She watches lots of people.

~ Not with such duff sandals! ~ And the painting?

~ That's here. ~ And the dimensions?

Like so.

Put that thing away, anyway!

Do you have a problem?

Don't be dumb. You have to cut along the edges.

Don't look.

~ How did you manage that? ~ Hocus pocus.

Hey there.

Shit.

~ Sop right there. ~ Stupid bitch.

Julian, I've got it. Where are you?

~ Give me that. ~ What are you doing here?

~ What's in it? ~ Nothing.

~ Just nothing. ~ Show me --- I'm not crazy.

There's nothing in it --- nothing at all.

~ Are you crazy? That's a Manet! ~ Shut up!

Mind your filthy ugly face.

~ And? ~ Where were you?

~ Got it? ~ Yes, now we've got two blondes.

~ How's that? ~ In the storage area.

What? What are you on about?

Let me go.

She chased me. She wanted to take it back.

I'm a guard at the museum. This is a senseless act.

~ Give it up. ~ Watch out or I'll tear it up...

What now?

Help. Help me!

~ Crank the motor up to full power. ~ Help!

Go along with this.

If you yell, I'll get pissed.

Move.

I couldn't help it.

I'm sure.

I could have gotten away, but I had the painting.

~ Are we there? ~ Get her up here.

I want to see our little girlfriend in daylight. Go get her, I said.

~ And the buyer of the painting? ~ I don't think there's a phone signal here.

We want to see how you handle girls.

Let go.

Get lost.

A whore.

Can I have a towel?

~ Where are we? ~ Joinville-le-Pont.

~ I don't see a bridge. ~ She smells good now. Put her back down.

The hold is too damp for a painting.

~ The deck's better. ~ Hurry up.

~ You stole it with the frame? ~ No, she framed it last night.

I'll get the tarp. Should we put something over it?

I'll put it in the shade.

She really is crazy.

She doesn't like being kidnapped.

What do we do now?

We murder her.

I can't do that, not even for you. Anything but that.

I'll do it myself.

Do I get anything?

I haven't eaten anything for twenty hours.

You're trying to communicate with the shore.

I can help you with the sale. Three million dollars.

~ That's pretty feeble. ~ Minimum.

What does she mean?

Go get her.

Come sit here.

Do you know about art?

I have the inventory of items and prices for all the stuff in the museum.

Insane...especially if you're saying the thieves make almost nothing.

You know what the estimated market value of "La blonde aux seins nus" is?

~ Four million dollars. ~ I heard 500 to 600,000.

For that sort of money you have...a Moreau?

~ How can you help us? ~ I'll have to think about that.

Maybe a daring private collector.

You weren't well informed.

Manet is as famous as the Eiffel Tower.

~ What do you mean? ~ It'll be hard to get rid of.

Like you?

I can be quiet, but only if I get something to eat.

~ Go ahead. ~ Thanks.

Do you like crumble?

Apple crumble. That's my specialty.

Our specialty is kidnapping bitches with big mouths. Shut her back in.

If that Manet as famous the Eiffel Tower, then what?

I doubt it.

This is out of our depth.

The bastard does the planning. He does his best.

You know what I find scary?

She looks like the woman in the painting.

But her breasts are smaller, pear-shaped.

Have you touched them?

~ What about me? ~ You missed your chance.

Next is the coroner.

~ She has your guitar. ~ What's wrong with this girl?

She is deranged. She thinks she can make us do anything.

~ This is a kidnapping. ~ Tomorrow we arrange an accident.

She got to me earlier.

You hear that?

Your favorite song.

Can't we ask for a ransom?

Hi. Sleep well?

~ What the hell? ~ The key was in the lock.

I have bought tomatoes, tuna, eggs. And this...

Good enough. Especially for you.

I am accused of the theft. Nice going, guys.

I went to Joinville-le-Pont, but escaped.

~ Did anyone recognize you? ~ No.