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is the same motherf***er

that broke into this car

and stole all the money.

If you say so.

So where are you

gonna disappear to?

I got a friend,

lives down in Key West.

He's trying to

set me up down there.

- Maybe it's time to go home.

- Florida?

I've never been to the States.

Maybe I can come with you.

Come on.

Pretty please?

I promise I'll behave.

Unless you don't

want me to... behave.

Let me think about that.

Why won't you take me with you?

I mean, I just don't

know why you'd wanna come.

I'll just wait in the car.

Because you'll wanna help,

right? Is that it?

Yes, I want to help.

I'll probably be a lot

better off without you.

You know...

And, uh, waiting in the car,

I don't think

it's gonna help anybody.

I think you wanna

do it just to keep

an eye on me, is that right?

It's not that.

It's just...

Then why?

- It's because it's my...

- It's your money?

- My idea.

- Your idea?

Well, that is true,

but, you know,

I'm taking a little

bit of risk here.

Not if I come with you.

I just think you're

gonna be in the way.

And what am I supposed

to do until then?

Bake cookies?

I love the f*** out of cookies.

Come on!

I'll be your lookout.

I'll bake you cookies

when we get back.

Naked.

I guess you don't

trust me to come back?

No, I trust you.

It's just, I wanna be there.

If I wait here, I'll go crazy.

Remember I have a plan.

Believe it or not.

Go pack your sh*t,

'cause we can't come back here.

Hop in.

Do you have any idea

how hard it was to find you?

You still have a connection

at the phone company?

Yeah, sure.

I want to find out where

Ronnie's girlfriend is.

- Why?

- Got a bad feeling.

Alright, listen.

You're the lookout.

You keep the windows cracked

so you can listen

for any trouble.

Don't play the radio.

Don't talk on your cell phone.

That way you can hear

if someone is coming.

You're expecting

someone to sneak up on me?

Nah, man, I just need you to keep

your eyes and ears open.

You're here to help me.

It's pitch dark outside.

That's our friend.

Remember what I told you,

the night is our friend.

Well, what do I do

if a cop drives up?

Just flirt with him, man.

Offer to bake him some

cookies or something.

Hey, man,

what are you doing here?

Me?

What are you doing here, huh?

Did you get it?

All of it.

Yeah, now you owe

me some good p*ssy.

Can't go back to my place

so we're gonna lay

up here for the night.

Here?

It's not a five star, is it?

Here, not even gloves come on.

So now what?

We hang around in this room.

Lay low for a minute.

I should have kept

my room at Hotel Jolie.

You should have.

But you came with

a bad man like me.

So, when can we get out of here?

I'm just in the middle of

making some arrangements.

What time is it?

Time for you to see if you could

close those blinds for me,

please.

Yeah.

Trouble always starts

when you get your hands

on the money.

Like I said earlier,

no two people

see the same event

the same way.

I promise you that.

We're rich.

What do you need?

We're here for a car.

- Let me guess, a black Jag?

- Yes.

An a**hole stuck in last

night and broke into it.

He beat the hell out

of couple of guards.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What the hell

is his problem, huh?

This is a release signed

by Captain Dardou this morning.

I don't care,

the car is evidence now.

This was signed an hour ago.

Unless the break in

you mentioned

was more recent than that.

This authorization

supersedes any need you have

of the vehicle as evidence.

Who the hell are you?

Motherf***er.

Who do you think?

Lisa.

Ronnie's girlfriend?

She's the only one who knew.

- And Decker?

- Definitely.

But he's not an agent anymore.

I'll be right back.

Can you bring me

back some breakfast?

I can.

Are you taking the money?

Just a little bit.

It would be safer here.

It's safe with you

and even safer with me,

'cause I got the gun.

- You don't trust me?

- I do.

Trust isn't an

all or nothing proposition.

It takes time to grow.

We got a decent start,

but we've only known each

other for about 30 hours.

- So you don't trust me.

- I do trust you.

Why don't you stay?

You don't have to go.

I will be right back,

and here's the thing:

I've got a plan.

It's an unusual plan,

but I got your back.

You'll see.

You'll see what I got.

He's here, boss.

Antoine, Plummer.

What's with the hat?

Mr. Vargas said you need help,

going up against some American.

Yes, I do.

Who's this fool?

He's my cousin, Pee Wee.

- No sh*t?

- Really.

- Yep.

- Alright.

Come on, get in.

Hey, stupid.

Lose the hat.

Well, this is the address

Chauvin gave us:
Michael Decker.

Lose the f***ing hat.

Check the bathroom.

What do you got for me?

Great, thanks.

Tell me.

It was my guy from

the phone company.

That b*tch used her cell

phone 20 minutes ago.

- Where?

- Chef Monteur at Rue Galmain.

Google shows a little fleabag

hotel out... out that way.

Wait for me.

Hey, I need two tickets

out of here tomorrow morning.

If my plan comes together.

Of course, what's going on?

I don't know, man.

Key West sounds good and warm,

doesn't it?

So you need an exit route.

Well, I'll call you back

within 24 hours to confirm.

I miss you, too, brother.

Bonjour.

I'm looking for

a man and a woman.

He looks like a cop,

she looks like a stripper.

Sorry, but I cannot

help you with that.

- See that wall behind you?

- Oui.

It will be splattered

with your f***ing brains

if the next words out of your

mouth aren't a room number.

372, third floor.

Third, trois.

Hey!

Put that down.

Put it down.

They don't have enough

cops in this city

to stop me from killing you.

I'll knock.

Luc, cover me.

And you keep that thing put

away until we get inside.

Yeah, but what

if he moves on me.

You let me and Luc

worry about that.

You just shut the door behind us

- and keep your eyes open, okay?

- Okay. Okay.

Got my breakfast?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Check the bathroom.

Pull that shut.

Where's the money?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Okay.

I'll ask you again.

Only this time,

if I don't get an answer,

this gun will be the

last f***ing thing

you will ever have the pleasure

of wrapping your luscious

lips around, hmm?

Where's the money?

Is that him calling?

I don't know.

You don't know.

See what number it is.

They hung up.

Give it here.

Let me see.

Yeah.

That was him.

Where is he now?

How am I supposed to know?

Merci.

- Bonjour.

- I'll have a juice.

Boss, found it.

Holy sh*t!

Move away.

Where's the rest of the money?

I don't know.

Keep looking.

Where's Decker?

I don't know.

You are starting to bore

the hell out of me, Lisa.

Get out of the car.

Take the bag.

What's going on?

Where's Pee Wee?

Dead, same as Luc.

- What do you mean, dead?

- I mean dead.

- Like he ain't breathing.

- What the f***?

Exactly, he f***ed up, and he

got himself f***ing killed.

What the...

Here's 30,000.

Take it.

Bury your f***ing Pee-Wee

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