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and the Senate will be up my ass.

If I see that girl on TV in anything

other than a body bag,

the closest you'll get

to a missile contract

is reading about them

in the newspaper.

- Jesus, Bill, it wasn't me who...

- Don't Jesus Bill me.

- Just find the girl.

- It's being done. Trust me.

Carver's got his best man on it.

Well, I believe you now, Mr Ryder.

You really don't have

any additional information for me.

I apologise for

taking up your morning,

but I'm sure you appreciate

the value of being thorough.

A job worth doing

is worth doing well,

as my dear old mum used to say.

Kill me.

Ooh, now.

What's the magic word?

Please. Kill me.

- F***ing b*tch.

- That's the one.

Well, I'll say goodbye to you, sir.

Now, do you need a moment?

Anthony Hester and Julian Simms,

American nationals.

When Cat called you, that was from

Julian's cell and Anthony's car.

- Why they are talking to the family?

- They're private detectives.

- Working for who?

- We don't know.

But Julian gave 100 euros

to the brother.

- Is that a problem for us?

- Maybe.

Want me to ring the bank?

No, no,

we'll deal with it ourselves.

Bonjour, comment a va?

Bonjour, mademoiselles.

Er, o est...

Rue de Bon? Rue de Bun?

We're looking for Rudible. Ladies,

you wanna help us out? S'il vous plat?

You saw the high scarf?

Those weren't words you said.

You wanna deal with girls or you

wanna start a detective agency?

I wanna do both.

You need to focus

on finding Catalina, I think

Oh! Anthony

and Catalina sitting in a tree...

There is no-one like her

to draw venom from my serpent.

More sweetly than any other one.

So, you're saying,

as a blowj*b provider,

Cat's head and shoulders

above the rest?

"A blowj*b provider"?

That would be like calling

Caravaggio a house painter.

Gentlemen, would you like

some tea? Chamomile.

Sure, I'll have a cup.

You are not to be

easily shocked, are you?

- No, no.

- Us? No, go on.

Cat produced from me

a jet of semen,

which travelled some 11 feet.

It was like the salty exhale

of the great white whale

in Melville's classic tome.

Let me show you something.

This is a mark here she leaves.

"Le plaisir de Cat".

Wow. From the windows

to the walls. That's nice shooting.

Indeed.

Let me ask you something,

gentlemen.

If I help you find her, will there

be any, er, pecuniary rewards?

I don't want to sound

too bourgeois,

but my needs

are quite varied and exotic.

Well, the reward will be

very large and pecuniary,

and, er, Catalina's father's

filthy rich, he's rolling in it.

Very well. I obtained her services

through a man named Ryder.

Do you have a number?

Better yet, gentlemen.

His address.

- Hi.

- Hi.

OK. It's a level-five encryption.

- Level-five?

- Uh-huh.

Wow, that might be a problem.

If anyone can do it, you can.

You are my little genius.

Thank you. After all these years,

you haven't changed.

I'll bring the hard drive

and passport to the hotel

as soon as it's ready.

You sure you got the right place?

It's the address he wrote down.

- I didn't sign up for this.

- It's a little sketchy.

Can we go back?

Come on, we're right here.

You ready?

No.

What kind of pimp doesn't open

up for a potential doubleheader?

A dead pimp.

Oh, sh*t.

How bad is it?

Remember when you started that

lawn mower with the kittens inside?

- Yeah.

- This is much worse.

Oh, damn!

You weren't kidding

about the dead part.

Ah-Ah! What the hell?

Are those? Ahhhh!

Chick who did this

must have been pissed.

What, a female did this?

- I think so.

- Wanna see what she looks like?

- That blinking light.

- Sh*t!

Security cam. I'm thinking

it recorded everything.

Our sick, castrating b*tch missed

it cos it was bright outside.

Course, I could be wrong,

but I don't think so.

Look at this lady plying her trade.

Oh, she's plying

more than a trade.

Ohhh, God! Ohhhh!

Oh, my God. Is she going for the...

Not the nuts, not the n-n-n... No!

...on a houseboat

on the river in Italy...

- What? Italy?

... near Ferrara.

The arsehole sold her out!

He sold the baby down the river!

- We should probably warn her.

- Let me see this.

Er, Grushenka,

Grushenka, Grushenka...

- No Grushenkas here.

- Look for, er, Agrafena.

- Agrafena?

- Grushenka's short for Agrafena.

Grushenka's longer.

It's three syllab...

Just look for the f***ing number.

It's like the backwards Ks and Hs.

- Read The Brothers Karamazov.

- You just read the Cliff Notes.

I read it. Look up the number.

Well, I'll be damned!

OK, here, you talk to her.

- Why don't you talk to her?

- No, dude, I'm nervous.

My stomach's bubbling.

- I get sweaty armpits.

- Shut the f*** up.

Grushenka, listen.

Someone is coming to kill you.

A very bad lady

is coming to kill you.

Get out now. Someone is coming

to kill you and the baby.

She's speaking Russian.

What? Russian? Oh, let me see.

You speak Russian?

I had a Russian girlfriend once.

B*tch!

Get the f*** out of here!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Get the f*** out of here!

- Are you threatening me?

- I'll kill you!

- You think she understood that?

- Do you think I did?

I think we need to

go warn her in person.

I like you very much, young lady.

Your resilience, and dedication

to your friend is admirable.

Oh-oh-oh.

There we are.

You must understand,

I will find Catalina anyway,

and then your sacrifice

and your nobility

will all have been in vain.

Oh dear, oh dear.

Do you see these?

These are to remind me

of courage.

I had them made from the teeth

of a young man

I interrogated in the Yemen.

He held out

for eight days straight.

The last thing he said to me

before he died,

having told us absolutely nothing,

by the way, was the F word.

Ahh, look who's just woken up.

Hello.

- Please...

- Hello! Hello, relax.

Please leave the baby out of this.

Leave him alone.

Hola.

How are you, little one?

Leave him alone!

Please let Alex be.

Oh, you like this toy, do you?

Where is Cat, Grushenka?

I liked this detective idea

but I'm ready to wait tables.

- We gotta save this girl.

- You think she's still alive?

I don't know. I hope so.

This is morphine.

It will make your death painless.

I really don't know where she is.

Shh.

- I believe you.

- Please, the baby.

Yes, yes, I'll call the police.

They'll take care of him.

I want you to know

I would never hurt a tiny baby.

Not on a Sunday.

Hey! Hey!

Don't you know how to drive?

I'm wet, b*tch!

- Hello?

- Hello, this is Virgin Woolf?

This is Virginia Woolf.

This is Catalina's father.

Remember me?

Good morning, Mr Rona.

How may I help you?

Hello?

Oh, God.

Ma'am, are you OK?

Say something.

- Come on, I got you.

- Miss. Hello?

Splen... Splendid?

Oh, God.

- What's going on?

- I think she's dead.

She said something like

"splendid" before...

Jesus. Oh, no.

I think she meant

the Splendid Hotel in Budva.

That's probably where Cat is.

Dex, I need tickets to Constalova.

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