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hwpWhats up
- I come to sit in.
You gonna help me
with my losing streak?
- Its not possible, Bob.
- Maybe not, but you could
give me the illusion.
The illusion.
Ive got plenty of that.
So how much does
illusion cost?
- The usual.
- Got a prime here, Said. Should I stick with it?
- Whats a prime?
- Special number. Divisible by itself and one.
- Youre a mathematician, Bob?
- Yeah. Chaos theory.
- How much? I dont know.
- Two hundred?
- Want to gamble?
- Youd only lose.
- You spyin on me, kid?
- No.
- I work here.
- Since when?
- Since last week.
- Youre too young to work here.
- Thats not what Remi says.
- Oh, Im sure its not.
Besides, youre too old
to do that.
Youre right.
Were both lost souls.
- What age are you, kid?
- Seventeen.
Seventeen?
Well, what do you know? A prime.
Whats a prime?
Special number, divisible
by one and itself.
Strange thing about primes is,
the further you get from ze--
- Hey, kid. Hey. Hey.
- Hmm?
Will you shut that door
for me, please?
- Lesson over?
- For now.
He said hes taking you with him.
If he lets you book him...
theyll deport him
to Algeria.
And hed last two days.
He might as well die here as there.
Hes gonna count to three.
If they dont drop those guns...
- hes gonna blow your head off.
He said,
"One. Two. Three.!"
You know, I swore
Id never share a needle.
- Whyd you do it?
- I thought youd put a word in for him.
- Keep him in France. What would he get?
- Possession with intent.
- Five years.
- And for murdering a police officer?
- Throw away the key.
- There you go. Thats why.
- You didnt do it for me, then, huh?
- You? Fuck you.
Youre my worst nightmare. My bad angel.
How many times have you booked me?
I forget. But once more
and they throw away your key.
- Dont let it happen.
- Thanks for the lesson, schoolteacher.
Im clean.
You try a new scam, Bob, it wont be me.
The whole system will flatten you.
Ive retired. Im a junkie gambler now.
A big loser. Thats all.
- Name the best thief that ever lived.
- Bob?
No. Pablo Picasso.
The cat stole from everybody: Rubens,
Delacroix, Canne, Van Gogh, Matisse.
- Never got caught. I met him once.
- Im impressed.
A bullfight.
I bet on the bull, he bet on the matador.
The matador got stitches.
I got a painting.
- Still have it.
- Then youre flush!
No, no, no. Im broke.
That never sells.
"Portrait of Jacqueline."
Looked like her.
Just in from Moscow, huh?
Why dont you arrest her now?
Get it over with.
- Get what over with?
- The whole dreary cycle.
Shell work the streets.
For her troubles, shell end up in the river
with a needle in her arm.
- Go on, be a good cop.
- All I see is a girl on a motorbike.
Frisk them.
Youll find a passport.
- Theres a thing called the law.
I dont see it being broken.
- Use your imagination.
Youre looking for
a replacement for Lydia?
- Stick to your cards, Bob.
- Whos Lydia?
Lydias in the hospital.
Shes been there quite a while.
- I said, stick to your game, okay?
- Yes, my game.
Problem with my game is
luck can fall both ways.
Whereas, with your game,
luck doesnt enter into it.
Whats his game,
Monsieur Bob?
Its as old as mine,
but he plays with girls from the sticks...
and the odds are
all his his favor.
- I havent had a hand like that since...
- What? Since when?
- You fucking loser.
- Bosnia.
- I dont need a guardian.
- No?
- Maybe you do.
So, is that
just bad makeup?
Oh, you got a thing
about eyes.
Only when theyre lucky.
So you protect the honor
of widows and orphans, huh?
Oh, youre not backward
for your age.
Night school.
He wasnt my pimp.
Oh, no? So what was he doing
with your passport?
- Okay. Five hundred on the corner pocket.
- Sure, Bob.
- Why do you call me Bob?
- Because you try to imitate him.
- Imitate that.
- Yvonne, turn that shit off
and give us some french fries.
Paulo, Raoul.
Anne.
- You want to shoot some pool?
- Not now. She looks hungry.
Oh, let me show her
to a table.
- Smoking or not?
- Smoking.
Your dinner date is old
enough to be your father.
- You should try someone younger.
- I just left someone younger.
- Oh, why?
- He didnt live up to my ideal of manhood.
- But you havent met me.
Do you always sleep alone?
- Nearly always.
When shes not hanging out
at : in the morning eating french fries.
- With mayonnaise.
- Are you from Bosnia?
- So thats what its called now.
- What brought you here?
Mayonnaise.
- : . Were supposed to be at the bodega.
- Yeah.
- See you again.
- Why not?
Dont go giving that
to strange men.
You arranged that fight so you could
pick his pocket? Youre a clever guy.
Im a knight in shining armor.
- Yvonne, the bill.
- francs.
- What are we doing?
- We? Its late.
- Bedtime.
- Your place?
- Have you any dough on you?
- Loads. Thirty francs.
Thirty francs? Here, kid. For your hotel.
Good night, kid.
I say red, darling.
- What do you say?
Black.
- Hey, you!
- Where are you going with that suitcase?
- You had enough?
- The owner of my hotel
has ridiculous principles.
She always wants paying.
The people you owe money to
have always got ridiculous princ
