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Pli Express, Zero Stress.

Loki's moving again.

Sh*t! How's he go so fast?

Headed for the 5th.

That's downtown. U-turn!

Hi, Pli Express!

Personal delivery for Mr. Loki.

I'm Robert. What you drinking?

Nothing, I'm working. This isn't La Bourgogne?

Sure it is, but we're not a mailroom.

And I don't give free tours.

- What'll it be?

- We're fine.

- Let's go.

- What are you doing?

- What am I doing?

- I said to meet me here?

I waited a half-hour. We're late, let's go.

The guy gave me 100 euros for personal delivery.

Romeo and Juliet, what'll it be?

Nothing!

I told you, we're not a mailroom.

- What'll it be?

- A Coke.

And for the little lady?

- Coke, too.

- Two Cokes.

No, one Coke, two straws.

- A Coke for two?

- Yeah.

No wonder we're in the sh*t.

The GPS has him in the cafe opposite.

We're almost there.

We'll go straight to the church.

See you there.

- I'm leaving that at the bar.

- Hold on...

- Sorry, it's the straw...

- You idiot!

If this doesn't wash out, I swear...

When I get back, we're gone.

I can't see him.

Loki, where the hell are you?

He's gotta be in there.

What's going on?

Shut up!

What the hell's he doing?

Screw it!

What's going on, Loki?

This isn't Loki.

What?

Who are you?

The courier waiting for Mr. Loki.

What's going on? And who are you anyway?

- Stand up.

- You're in the bar?

Here I am...

Where are you?

Who's he?

I've got stuff to do. Come get your cash...

You still there?

Lady, where are you?

Can you see me?

- I'm wearing orange.

- Halloween, sit down.

Sit.

Who is this?

Shut up and drink up.

I've been waiting 15', stay polite.

Look at the wall. The little red dot.

I'm not playing.

See that?

What the hell? Why are you doing this?

Sit down and shut up.

From now on, you're our courier.

- Got that?

- What do you want?

I don't know if you're telling the truth,

but if Loki wants to play games, you're in.

Just do what we say

and you'll be fine.

Understand?

Who are you talking to?

Who's she?

- Who is she?

- She's with me.

Are you kidding me?

- Who is it?

- It's for the package.

That's enough. Have you paid? Let's go.

- Get rid of her.

- I can't.

- Right now!

- I can't.

What's going on? You're freaking me out.

You asked for it.

- You wanna play hardball?

- Don't. Please...

- Can you leave, please?

- Leave?

- Go on.

- Are you serious?

- Baby, move.

- What?

What's the weird look for?

3...

Is it my make-up?

2...

- You saw me put it on.

- Move!

- 1...

- Move!

How can you be such an idiot?

It's Coke, it won't wash out!

- 2 seconds. Time out.

- No 2 seconds!

The courier's done, he's off!

No more waiting! Pick up your package

from the office.

Stupid b*tch!

Open up! Kill her!

Don't involve her!

Out the way!

Fire!

I'm not locked on.

Let me past!

Nadia!

You're coming with us!

This is the worst day of my life. I hate him!

Lady, if you need talk,

I very good listener, they say.

Shut up! Keep your eyes on the road!

I'm sorry...

Stop crying.

Where's she headed?

I don't know.

Where's your girlfriend headed?

- Pli Express. The office.

- Where's that?

Depends. We're all over Paris.

Where the hell is it?

Where is it?

23, Rue Ordener. 18th district.

Shoot him!

I'll get the package!

I'll get there faster than you. I'll go.

I'll deliver where you want. Zero stress.

Don't kill me! Leave her out of this!

No, honestly...

It's Polish.

Can't have been easy at school.

- Yeah, when I was a kid...

- We don't care!

- Got that?

- Got it.

Shut up!

Double-cross us and you won't have a name,

got that?

10, Rue du Soleil, 20th.

We know where you live.

I'm your courier now. OK, lady?

- What's wrong now?

- Miss.

I'm your courier, miss.

Ice, you seen Nadia?

- What?

- Have you seen Nadia?

Can't hear you.

Not now. Have you seen Nadia?

No sweat, she went home. Left this for you...

- Cool.

- Here...

Are you 12 years old?

This!

What's that?

Bills to pay most likely.

Where's the package?

My office! Now!

You've got it.

Your girlfriend said the client would drop by.

Is she nuts? Wants to get you fired?

- No, it's your Mr. Loki...

- What's going on?

I never saw anything like it.

A courier doesn't lose stuff.

What's this?

That? Nothing. A project.

It's mine.

You open lockers?

It's a cool idea.

Eco-couriers, classy!

Gotta get in first.

Gotta patent the concept.

- Need the capital, of course.

- That's capital!

Hand off my idea.

- Oh yeah?

- Or else what?

Or else the sh*t'll hit the fan!

That's right, have a good laugh.

Who are they?

You know them, Sam?

- Are they with you?

- Sort of.

Whaddya mean? Who are they?

The armed wing of Green Riders.

We were kidding. We're family.

It was a joke. We didn't mean anything.

Who are they?

What's going on now?

Kill 'em!

They're the competition. Hide!

Call 'em off! I'll give you the capital.

All of it!

Reload!

We'll talk later!

You explain the deal.

- Where you going?

- Outta here!

My Zoomer!

Ice, come back!

He has the package.

Sh*t!

My Zoomer!

My office.

I surrender.

We can be partners. 50-50?

70-30?

Your courier? Where can we find him?

Look, that's his name...

and address.

- What?

- It's Sharas.

- What do you want?

- Track a cellphone.

- Paris?

- In Paris, yeah.

Where do I deliver your damn package?

There's a key in it.

Credit card?

- A room key.

- Hotel du Louvre?

Got it.

Loki's delivering there. Pretend to be him.

We'll meet you there.

OK, you got it.

A minor slip-up, mom.

I know it's about to begin.

We'll go straight to the church.

We'll sneak in the back with the oldies!

Pain in the ass! My dress!

Where are you?

There's no number on the key. It's a huge hotel.

How do I find the right room?

Sam, what are you talking about?

Sh*t, it's you.

Sorry.

Who else?

I thought it was the other chick.

What other chick?

It's too complicated. I'll explain later.

You didn't open my letter, did you?

What letter?

What letter?

- Oh, that.

- That?

No, I didn't get time, baby.

What's this about a room key?

- It's the package!

- And there's a chick?

We're late for the wedding,

we missed the ceremony!

And you're meeting a chick in a hotel! No worries!

- I can explain.

- Where's my chauffeur-driven limo?

Champagne, the whole shebang. Where is it?

- Listen, baby.

- Don't baby me!

I'm sick of broken promises!

I need you here!

I told everyone Sam'd be there.

But he's not. Where's Sam?

Stop whining and listen.

You gotta get here...

Get here...

I love you. I'll be there, bye.

Me too, I...

He hung up on me.

You better be here, Sam. You just better, dammit!

Good afternoon.

I have a room here and I totally...

A room here?

Yes, of course.

What number?

That's just it. I forgot the room number.

You forgot your room number?

- I have the key card.

- Your name, please?

What name?

Name of what?

The name I booked under?

Sir also forgot his name?

Mr. Loki.

The Imperial Suite.

That's it, the Imperial Suite!

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