From Paris With Love Page #2

You know that really was not necessary back there?

Yeah, I know. I just like sticking to the self righteous little pricks.

Think just becos they got a badge and a uniform

they can lord over us civilians anytime the mood strikes them.

You know we can probably get

that drink down in any supermarket?

Yeah, I know that too.

- So what's the big deal over some corn syrup, caffeine and water?

Well the big deal is my secret ingredient.

Which I cannot take the chance

that they would find out about.

Hence the diversionalry tactics of the

dramatic variation of Motherf***er.

You mean everything back there was...

- You didn't get that?

You know I am authorized to you any weapon you want.

- Yeah, but not like this one.

Because me and Mrs Jones...

We got a fam... going on...

til death do us part.

No gravy.

Leave it up to the French

to f*** up China's no. one dish.

It's not Chinese, it's American.

- Bullshit!

It was invented by a

Jewish guy in San Francisco.

Bullshit again.

- I'm telling you the truth.

There's nothing Chinese about it.

Not even the name!

Foe Yong has got nothing to do

with what's in that dish.

Oh! So you're not only a chessmaster,

you're a Chinese language specialist.

Level 2 Mandarin at Cambridge Night school .

- Oh really?

And the Chinese word for "egg" is Da.

Excuse me! Sir!

Listen.

How do you say 'egg' in Chinese?

- I'm sorry, I'm fourth generation...

I'm born in Bristow.

I don't speak Chinese.

Hey take it easy the guy says he doesn't speak chinese.

- He does speak.

What the F***! Wax that guy's just a waiter.

- Well he's a waiter he can help us order dessert, can he?

I was looking for a Pakistani chinese dish.

- No dessert, just fortune cookies.

Oh! Then just order off the menu then.

Cream brulee pastry.

No, no, no, I'm more in the mood for

something you can sniff off a spoon.

Something you buy by the kilo.

You good?

Let's just get outta here.

- Did I say we were done?

Look! if you really want to score some coke,

I'm sure I can find someone someplace else.

We're not going anywhere.

Where's the blow?

Not blow.

F*** aargh!

Where is the blow?

No blow!

Empty that vase and collect some of that sh*t.

Do you ever noticed the closer you get to

the people who cook this sh*t the better it tastes!

And from the taste we'll about two people removed

from the chef has got the recipe for this fine product.

You tell whoever you work for. I didn't

kill you becos I've got a message for him.

Wax on, Wax off.

Come on, partner.

Give me the keys, come on.

Wax.

Wax on, Wax off.

What about it?

- I don't get it.

What are you the karate kid or something?

If you want to be a secret agent man,

you have to roll like a secret agent man. That's code.

Code?

- Yeah Code.

Wax is gonna take you off.

Gives them something to think about.

Throws them off balance.

Got it?

- Got it. Good.

What about this? Evidence?

Evidence my ass. Where we're

headed that's better than cash.

As long as it's all official business, right?

Well, if you knew this car was a girl name Charlotte.

Charlotte!

Yeah.

Scored some sh*t at that Chinese restaurant

and the next things you know she was overdosing.

You got me riding in along on

some personal off the book job?

F***! yeah it's personal. Trying to take it down

to some kid who lost a party.

Look! I'm sorry about your friend, Charlotte,

whoever she is...

but if this isn't about national

security I'm not going along with this.

It is when she is the Secretary of Defense's niece.

The Secretary Of Defense wants us to

shut these guys down, right?

The whole operation, top to bottom, chef to chief,

you got a problem with that?

Hmm? Nope.

- Good.

Hey! Yo, you can't park here.

- Well, I just did.

C'mon well merci you pard...

Hey! there's a secret code. Let me just...

- Let me I'm really good at guessing.

There is a. 9 mm and two clips.

Well I prefer sending my partners in

with something a little heavier.

So I would skip the Glocks and go with these '357.

It's got a smoke trail better than a Cohiba.

Oh Sh*t!

Use your Cambridge level 2...

Tell them you're interested

in what the're selling.

These are Dragons head's, I think we should just

buy what they're selling and get the hell outta here.

Oh man! I just gave you a straight up Hong Kong Shaw Bros.

Kung Fu, Motherfucking Chop Sieuw show

and you'll worried about this candy ass street gang.

That was the gang's kitchen staff! Kitchen staff?

They're no kitchen staff sh*t nuff like that!

They're not kitchen staff hoss'.

- Well maybe not...

but these guys are gonna make those

guys look like choir boys.

Well they're no LA Maria Vi'a gang?

These some Asians dude.

Now we're cool in the asians man. Am

I right brother?

Wrong, brother!

Tell me that it wasn't some impressive sh*t.

Kitchen staff!

Stay one floor below me. I don't want

these guys crawling up my ass.

Got it.

How many more so you think there are?

Last census? About a billion.

Translate for me.

- Okay.

I want an address book with every dealer, pimp

and prostitutes in your network.

When called, the next party you'll have will

be catered off a park bench in Beijing.

You can keep this all.

You just have to give me the address

of the man who delivers all of your cocaine.

You have 20 seconds, or you won't have another chance.

Get outta the way!

two or three guys.

- Go, go, go

Cover me.

Just remember yesterday you

were unscrewing license plates.

Now we got you working with our top operative.

Isn't that what you wanted?

- Yes, sir.

And I appreciate the confidence,

but...

Don't you think Wax's methods are a bit a...

- What?

He's got me walking around with

a vase full of coke, sir.

I'll admit his playbook's a bit unorthodox,

but Wax always gets it done.

I understand but don't you think...

- Stop thinking Reece.

Just do exactly what Wax says.

So we'll cool?

This is all official business right?

From the King on down.

- Thanks you, sir.

I just wanted to make sure...

- Reece do not call me again...

Not until this job is done.

Caroline, I'm sorry,

I meant to call you.

You just disappeared. Where are you?

Sh*t.

Reece, let's go!

We got some time to pep up

before we go to Mr. Wong the drug dealer.

Hey, you think they serve breakfast up in the Eiffel Tower?

Will you leave your cellphone for a second?

I just need to make this one call. Okay!

Calling your girl ain't gonna get you home any quicker.

You don't have anybody to go home to, do you?

- I thought you already met my wife?

You met Caroline,

you might feel a little different.

I woke up with my share of Caroline's.

She is no ordinary girl Wax!.

- They never are.

Come on. Come on...

Lots of sh*t in here, go ahead.

Hey! I thought this wasn't about you scoring coke?

It's not.

It's about smoothing over the edges

so that we can make it home alive.

Wouldn't you rather one of us actually have his wits about?

I would rather not get shot because someone

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