Bob le Flambeur (Bob le flambeur)

This, as you'd hear it in Montmartre, is the curious story of...

BOB THE GAMBLER

The story begins in the few minutes between night and day,

in the twilight of the morning.

Montmartre is both heaven and...

hell.

Soon the signs will flicker off.

People of different destinies will cross paths.

Those, like this cleaning lady, who are late for work,

and those with nothing to do, like this girl,

up very early... and far too young.

But let's get to Bob.

Bob the gambler,

both young and old, and already a legend.

To the Carpeaux?

Taxi, sir?

Sorry, Monsieur Bob. Didn't recognise you.

I look like a proper crook!

A ride on my bike?

Morning, Monsieur Bob.

Seven, eight, nine... And that makes ten.

Thanks, Monsieur Bob. My lucky day!

See you, pops.

How are you?

Fine.

Get in.

Gentlemen.

Morning.

Don't you cops ever sleep?

What will people think if they see me?

- Where to? - The Carpeaux.

- More gambling? - No, just to say hello.

Go to the Carpeaux, will you?

OK.

Stop before. I care about my reputation.

Here, something to read.

Prial.

A Chip.

Go ahead, gentlemen.

This Bob... Is he one of your informers?

An informer? If he heard you... No, he's an old pal.

Never heard of the Triomphe case?

No, that was before your time.

La Ficelle fired at me. Bob was there and deflected the shot.

Why?

Maybe because I was unarmed,

or because he wanted to save La Ficelle getting the chop.

I never really knew.

But that's the day we became friends.

But he's a crook.

Yes, but he's mellowed with age.

And the Rimbault Bank job, 20 years ago?

Yeah, that was him.

But he paid for that.

There!

I'm on a roll here, Roger.

So I see, "Bob"!

Why "Bob"?

He's right. You model yourself on him.

Kids always model themselves on someone.

You'll be late for your appointment.

Appointment?

See you around, eh?

As gallant as ever!

Never after sunrise.

Morning, Bob.

Skint again?

Shouldn't you have gone straight home

after the dice?

- How much? - Two hundred grand.

That calls for a drink. What you having?

Nothing, I'm going home to bed.

A pastis, Yvonne.

He strung me along.

I thought he was bluffing.

I turned up my three aces,

and he had a full house!

Oh, shit!

You can say that again.

- Not coming in? - No, meeting my fiancée.

The one earlier?

No, another.

Go on, then. A fiancée is sacred.

A drink later?

Madame Régnier,

Don't do the cleaning today,

let me sleep.

I got in very late.

Monsieur Bob,

So as not to bother you I put the washing in the kitchen.

I made you some coffee.

See you tomorrow.

Marc?

I need cash to go and hide out in the country.

- I phoned but no answer. - Come in.

How much?

A hundred grand.

I worked Lydia over a bit too strong.

She's in the hospital and might shop me.

I've already done time for pimping.

Get out.

What?

You heard me. Get out!

I don't mind helping people out,

but not your type.

Bob, what's wrong?

I don't like pimps.

I thought you'd packed that business in.

You have the nerve to ask me for cash!

Get out!

Right away!

This is the telephone company. A problem has been reported.

You don't fool me, kid!

I told you before, use a hankie to disguise your voice.

- What do you want? - Our drink?

On my way.

It's getting late.

You'd better get home.

When Bob shows up, nothing else matters!

See you tomorrow.

I'll call you.

There!

No luck at the moment.

If I played hopscotch, I'd lose!

Excuse me.

Looking to replace Lydia?

I don't need a minder.

No, just a good spanking!

Don't you know these pavement Romeos are dangerous?

Do you protect widows and kiddies?

One more joke and you'll get that spanking!

I dare you!

You've got some lip for your age.

Night classes.

Leave that Sandwich.

Set a place at our table. Come on, kid.

What's your name?

Anne.

Paulo, Anne.

A dream! Say the word and your fortune's assured!

Don't Start! She's hungry.

Yvonne, didn't you hear? The kid's hungry!

I'm a good-locker, eh?

Have you finished?

How can you be hungry with eyes like that?

Just look at them!

Pretty girls always find a sugar daddy.

Exactly, I've just found one!

Why are you hanging around Montmartre?

Don't you have a job?

I did. Not any more.

Why?

The boss wasn't my type.

But I am, eh?

What do you live on?

Do you always sleep alone?

Almost always.

You shouldn't stay in Montmartre.

You'll end up walking the streets.

You shouldn't be hanging around at five a.m.

I saw you the other morning, eating chips.

I like chips.

What is there around here to interest you?

That's obvious! The lights, the big cars,

the music, the nightclubs,

the champagne... Right?

Ten! I have to get to the Gavarni.

See you again?

Why not?

Later, at my place?

He's nice.

He's a good lad.

Yvonne, the bill!

How much is that?

Three thousand.

What do we do now?

We?

It's late. Time for bed.

At your place?

Got any money?

Loads. Three hundred francs.

For a hotel room.

Goodnight, kid.

Goodnight.

Come on.

You, wait outside.

Come in.

Ah, there you are!

Sit down.

- I'm listening. - I've nothing to say.

Really?

Then you'll go down for pimping, pal.

You know what you'll get as a repeat offender?

But I work! The rag trade.

Lydia too?

She's just a friend.

You have an odd way of treating friends.

That won't happen again.

Not for a good long time, anyway!

Here are my tax returns, commissaire.