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I'm gonna speak with a man inside.

I'm looking for

a little information.

If he should be

at all reluctant,

I want you to kill him.

okay.

Hey, how 'bout another?

Hey!

Hey, un peu de service ici, quoi!

And they say Parisians are rude!

F***ing bartender.

Surprised to see me, Marc?

'Cause you look surprised.

What is this, huh? What the

f*** you guys doing here?

- Why are you in New York?

- J'ai de la famille ici.

Maintenant, vous allez me dire

ce que vous venez foutre ici...

parce que de mon ct,

il n'y a pas de problme.

oh, what a relief, because you know,

we thought maybe you'd skipped out on us.

- Moi? Moi,

- je ne ferais jamais a.

- Ha! Ha!

- Tu penses que je suis all voir...

d'autres marchs,

que je cherche un autre acheteur...

un meilleur prix. a ne marche

pas comme a. Tu peux aller dire

tes amis que je suis en ville

pour voir mon cousin.

I've been here for what feels

like... an eternity and...

... no one's offered me

a drink. I mean...

... this is a bar,

am I right? Yeah?

okay. okay, what do I feel like?

Scotch.

Thanks.

Ah! Aah!

I got a feeling you're not telling...

this sweet young lady

what she needs to know.

- oh!

- Am I right? Huh? Look at me!

Focus.

You focus on me.

I'm your problem now.

Hurts like a b*tch, huh?

Huh? Does it hurt?

- Aah! F***!

- Wanna make it stop?

- Huh?

- Yes!

okay.

oh please, no, no! F***!

Jesus!

You know...

I got a filthy habit.

This smoking.

You and I.

I'm gonna quit one day.

- Alright f***!

- The number is twenty--

No! Just write it.

Neat! I mean, write it neat

so she can read it.

You know what?

I'm gonna quit right now.

Cold turkey. Whaddya think?

You're f***in' crazy man!

F***!

What'd you think

was going to happen, huh?

Bang, bang.

Nice place.

Really nice.

Wanna come get a drink with me?

- Sure.

- I'll see you at the club.

Run along cowboy!

Do you actually read Kerouac...

or do you just quote him

to get women?

I just quote him...

to impress women.

Ah... Ha! Ha!

And does it work?

The key is to make a woman laugh.

You gotta make a woman laugh...

- as soon as possible.

- I see.

See, Sophie, women are complex.

Men, they're simpletons,

- they're predictable.

- How so?

okay, listen to this.

Every yearforthe last 10 years

on Valentine's Day,

they been taking this survey

about, you know,

- who men and women find sexy.

- Uh-huh.

For men, the top ten, literally,

has been the same every year.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!

- Really.

You can bet your grandmother's house.

Pamela Anderson, Cindy Crawford.

- Yeah!

- They gonna be there.

Now the women's list, it changes...

every year. And the top spot,

the coveted numero uno?

You know? It's not the

traditionally beautiful.

Lyle Lovett!

And the Captain Picard guy.

of course you got

your Brad Pitt's,

but... sexy,

I mean truly sexy,

to a woman is about...

... the undefined.

- Sense of humour. Style.

- Ha! Ha!

Chivalry. They all play a part.

- So the women's list changes.

- Really?

Yeah. That's why I think...

Hang on, between you and me?

Awoman should be running this country.

Ha! Ha! Ha! What?

Really, 'cause a man, he can't be trusted...

because everything is about his

prick. Excuse me, his penis.

- Ha! Ha!

- our last president's proof of that.

Think about it.

Wheneverthere's a new drug.

okay? Hairformula,

some new headache medecine.

What's the side effect?

- Soft dick.

- Ha! Ha!

Everything in a man's life

is tied into his Johnson.

It's an interesting theory.

I made you laugh.

okay.

You know, it's bad luck

not to drink after a toast.

You don't strike me

as the superstitious type.

All thieves are superstitious.

At least the good ones anyway.

So why do you do it?

Hang on. Wait. Let me guess.

Is this your last job?

This is your last job, right?

Then you're gonna hang it up,

because this is my 3rd

last job this year.

You everfind yourself in a position...

and wonder exactly

how it is you got there?

All the time.

This life, I mean, sometimes

I think I didn't choose it,

that it chose me.

Yeah.

I rememberthis story about this guy,

really famous guy. Can't go anywhere

without attracting a crowd.

He was at a restaurant and

starts talking to this guy.

He's drunk so his guard is down,

and he starts confessing to him,

telling him about the

entrapments of fame,

how he's so sick and tired of

it, then he finally mentions

that he would rather be dead than

live another day in the spotlight.

- Really?

- So the guy asks him

if he's serious about this

because he says,

"You know, I know somebody,

"a professional who could

take care of this foryou.

You never have to know where or

when. Just one day..."

Pop!

So the guy wakes up the next morning...

incredibly hungover,

and he can't remember...

if he hired the professional

killer or not.

I mean, imagine the paranoia,

you know.

Wondering if someone's out there...

biding theirtime.

That's what this life

feels like to me, you know.

You cant' trust anyone...

and you can't live forever.

That was very uplifting.

So, when do I get to meet...

the big boss?

Hm. Excuse me a second.

okay.

How do you know you haven't already?

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Let me get one more of these.

- okay, right away.

Get overthere!

All of you, Get overthere!

Move it!

Let's go!

Come on, move it! Move it!

Don't turn around!

on the floor, floor,

floor, floor, floor!

Keys!

- What's wrong with you?

- What are you talking about?

What's wrong with you?

I think you better get outta my face.

No one was supposed to die,

- you trigger-happy shithead.

- Hey, what's the difference?

What's the difference? 20 years

to life, you dumb motherf***er.

- Ha! Ha! You know what?

- What?

Before this is over,

me and you are gonna go.

Really? Where?

To the movies? You promise?

Want me to decide who's got

the biggest dick? Is that it?

- No, not really.

- It's me. Happy?

You got a date.

Now cut this sh*t...

and be a professional

forfuck's sake.

What?

I saved both your asses.

That guy was drawing his gun.

- You clean that sh*t up.

- Yes sir!

Right away, sir!

Lukas, tell me what's

happening up there.

- What's going on?

- Nothin'.

Everything's secure.

The cops are on their way.

- Everything's on schedule.

- Glad to hear it.

Coverthat corner!

- Get over and give him a hand!

- Move, move!

okay, let's go now!

Son of a b*tch.

Another day in the goddamn zoo, huh?

- Yes, sir.

- Everything locked up tight?

Yes, sir. We're set up

around the corner.

Listen, I want those f***in'

reporters outta here.

- Yes, sir.

- Take care of my car, too.

Seth...

I need you to get

the manager down here...

right away.

He and I need to chat.

I'm in the main

vault room downstairs.

It's okay. Let's go.

Richie! Where the hell am I going here?

- Aspen room, sir. Left.

- Good, good, good.

- What's my status?

- The block is locked down.

- They're not going anywhere.

- Alright. Plans.

- They're on the way.

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