The first 200 lines.
This film is a work of fiction inspired by actual events.
Some scenes and dialogues stemmed from creative freedom,
rather than the events that actually transpired.
Your mother was held up at the casino.
A good flight?
You won't remember but we've met. When you were at school.
I was a supervisor.
Soon forgotten once you've done your exams, eh?
- Carousel 3. - I don't have any luggage.
- Your mother can't wait to see you. - So where is she?
- She insisted I come for you. - Why?
I'm a lawyer. I can handle your divorce.
I see.
- Hello, Mademoiselle. - Mario.
To the beach.
Your mother's waiting.
You don't know what you're missing.
I get an ear infection when I swim.
I avoid the beach.
- Got a cigarette? - Yep.
Thanks.
You'll catch cold.
Thanks.
Is Agnelet your real name?
Yes.
It doesn't suit you.
- Really? - No.
You don't look like a "little lamb".
Like what, then?
I don't know.
Maybe we should go.
We've got time.
Sorry, but after the flight
she insisted on a swim.
Sending you was a bad idea.
Where is she?
In the car.
I don't think she likes casinos much.
Go home, Maurice. You've done enough overtime for today.
Ten thousand for Madame?
- May I place some chips for you? - Twelve.
- One on twelve. - Eighteen.
And on eighteen.
Thirty.
And thirty.
There, Madame.
Thank you.
Place your bets.
No more bets, please.
Eleven.
- You're looking beautiful. - Liar!
Mario, let's go.
You need some dresses.
A bit of colour. You're always in trousers, in black...
That hair colour makes your features look hard.
I did it on the spur of the moment yesterday.
I wanted a new look.
Punishing yourself for your divorce?
You sound like Macha Béranger!
I listen to her radio programme on my way home every evening.
I've come back to work.
To work?
- Back to university? - No.
- What, then? - I'll sell my shares and open a shop.
A shop? Why not?
But I'll take your shares.
- Our group... - I don't want to talk about it.
All right.
- Let me land first! - OK.
I know I'm being selfish, but I'm so happy you're back.
Sorry to be so snappy.
Nice of you to come, Maître.
That's right, isn't it?
Yes, but I don't like being called that.
Call me Maurice, like everyone does.
Why are you always in a suit?
Your mother's wishes are my commands.
You should try, Maurice. It's easy.
I don't fancy it.
You don't know which way it'll go,
so you have to anticipate.
It's a good exercise.
Here.
Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to.
Can I borrow these?
The funds for your shop will be in your account tomorrow.
An advance on my shares?
No, it's money I'm giving you.
All I want is what I'm owed!
I can't buy your shares right now.
You're on the board, you'll see how serious the situation is.
Then why not sell the Palais?
You're joking! The Palais is my whole life.
- May I? - Him first.
- Do you need me, Madame Le Roux? - No, thanks.
You wanted to see me, Monsieur Guérin?
We lost a lot of money last night.
- How much? - Five million.
- Five million? - At trente-et-quarante.
In one game, from 9:30 to 10:45 p.m. I didn't want to tell you over the phone.
Have you watched the footage?
Yes, all played within the rules.
You can check.
If it was rigged, you're responsible!
The shoe wasn't tampered with.
The croupier could have been bribed.
We pay our employees enough to avoid problems like that.
You have to accept losses.
It's life... bad luck.
Yeah, blame it all on luck!
The players could have had
prior information of how the cards were set up.
You suspect the staff?
No, we have doubts about you.
What are you getting at?
I'm coming to it...
What conclusions do you draw from this?
It's put us in a precarious situation.
And who stands to gain?
Have you seen today's paper?
Fratoni makes a bid for the Palais
Is that also...
bad luck?
Is that an accusation?
No, a suspicion.
I shall tender my resignation.
As main shareholder and member of the board,
Madame Le Roux has a say on that.
I refuse your resignation.
Robert Monnier, involved in organised crime, fraud and armed robbery.
Marcel Romero, owns a nightclub, involved in drug trafficking.
They're inseparable.
I've never seen them.
A German, Hermann Valbecker.
Banned from UK casinos.
And an Italian, Natalia Borghini,
a former dancer.
This lovely bunch took your five million.
How did you get this information?
Friends.
Friends...
Don't insult my intelligence with this cloak and dagger crap!
The local police chief.
He knows stuff about everyone.
Hello, everyone!
Come up for a coffee.
I don't want to disturb you.
We've finished.
Have a nice day.
Going into Nice? Can you drop me off?
- Mario can take you. - But why?
Do you mind?
I'm on my motorbike.
I rode motorbikes in Africa.
I'll be right with you.
It wouldn't be safe without a helmet.
Good bye.
Is the renovation work all done?
Yes, it's finished.
It used to be a toy shop.
Thanks for the lift the other day!
I didn't want to annoy your mother.
I have something for you.
For me?
Yes, for you.
Here.
Thanks.
It's The Odyssey.
You can read it to your son.
You do have a son, right?
A son?
Do I look that old?
No, but I've been asking around about you.
Are you free tonight? Can I buy you dinner?
I'd better tell you right now,
that I'm not ready for anyone yet.
I just want to thank you for the book,
not jump on you!
- Sorry to be such a wet blanket. - It's OK.
I don't know what you may have heard,
but you're not my type.
I've never been one for sporty girls.
If you're scared of going for dinner, I won't force you.
Don't believe everything people say about me.
Bye.
No more bets.
- Two on red. - Thanks.
- Deserted! - Yes, I can see.
- And the Ruhl? - Heaving.
Fratoni's raking it in.
I won't let him squeeze me out!
He has the town hall on his side and mafia money.
You're trapped.
A straight, 35 to 1.
- Ten on a straight. That's 350, Monsieur. - For you.
We have to act. Any ideas?
Clean up your own backyard first.
Meaning?
Accept Guérin's resignation.
- A tequila, please. - Two.
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