From Paris With Love Page #3

spotted you as an embassy gofer.

Well that's your problem,

because I'm not sticking that sh*t up my nose.

You enjoy your walk home okay. Maybe you can

flip my license plates next time I come to town.

Good alright now my beaut would be in my car with me.

This is not the same stuff that the

Secretary of Defense's niece started right?

Blow this, blow that, blow us all, blow.

Yeah, well the blow that she took,

gave her a cardiac arrest.

Yeah if we were taking that sh*t,

we'll be foaming at the mouth.

Wake up. It's never been about the coke.

What about Charlotte?

The Secretary of Defense's niece!

- Are you high?

There is no niece.

Whoa! That sh*t is strong. Might be

feeling some side effects by now.

Wax! Wax! What the f***!

- God is doing this ride with me.

I don't know what the f*** we're going!

Or what the f*** this is bout?

Oh! What the f*** do you think this is about!?

It's about terrorists!

It's about terrorists man!

Converting violence into drug trading.

Moving around without being detected.

It's about buying new tech explosives...

which you strap on... getting children and women killed...

Cats, dogs you name it.

Terrorists?

Oh! Sh*t!

That's our guy.

Next apartment. Some drug addicts.

Is that the guy you gonna kill?

- I didn't say I was gonna kill him.

Just tell him I'm gonna party.

- Party?

Yeah, tell him we want two big interjection in that building.

Go ahead tell him.

Bonjour!

My friend and I.

- And you would like to watch?

Enjoy! they're repped I got them off a suite in Thailand.

What about the pimp?

- Go for it whatever gets shock.

How about I get off this elevator?

James?

- Caroline? Caroline, Caroline!

The cool thing about french chicks you know?

Is as uptight as an American drawers.

Well she's not very French like that, Wax!

And she's definitely wanna know what

I was doing in that elevator. With you and and her!

Yeah well maybe you should be asking

her what she was doing in this part of town?

She was buying fabric.

She makes her own clothes.

What am I supposed to do now?

I'm totally f***ed!

No, no after the fact that I told her

how you pulled the trigger saved the day.

You think I'm just gonna stand here and lose

my girl while you get laid...

Haven't you learned anything since we've met?

Watch now, motherf***er. Move move.

Halt, give me the charger.

Hell! That's the big boss sh*t I'm looking for!

Give me the charger.

Faster!

What the f*** are you doing man?

What the f*** does it look like I'm doing?

I'm charging my f***ing cell.

When you're done. Why don't you check

out the bank our friend is using to launder drug money.

What am I looking for?

- You're looking for a Pakistani with a big bag of coke.

Or a raghead pushing a wheelcart filled with cash.

Unbelievable.

I swear what you saw is not like what it seems.

Well it seems like you're riding up the

elevator with some hooker and her pimp.

Yes, she is a hooker.

And no that guy is not her pimp.

What the hell is he then? Tell me.

You know I can't discuss my work.

Well you should probably make an exception this time James.

Is this crazy partner that they got me working with.

Okay.

What?The pimp partner? He didn't exactly

look like the embassy type to me.

He's not. He's known specifically for this one job.

Well I don't like you living means working guys like him.

Caroline! I don't like it either.

Then stop doing whatever it is you're doing

and bring your friend for dinner if you want.

But please come home.

- Open up the door!

Sh*t... Open up.

- I would have to call you back okay.

God, I love this country.

And they backed their acts on this side?

- Yeah, what about the front door?

Probably that Pakistan's pimp, kill the f***er.

- I am not gonna kill the guy Wax!

And hello f***ing we got customers.

Now next time I'd tell you to shoot

the f***er. Shoot the f***er.

Hey, Reece.

You like shopping?

Come on Wax! Let's just finish

the job and go home. Okay.

Miss out on the finer things that Paris has to offer?

What?

After all this mess that we've been thru',

you're just gonna let him walk?

No, worries. We'll just handing them

off to the eye in the sky.

Request for level 1, satellite video surveillance.

NSA guide one track re asignment protocol for satellite repositioning.

Sending target coordinates package.

Visualize. Confirming visual identification.

Target has parked, passenger has entered building.

Transferring current location to agent for target recovery.

They didn't mention I was dumping my parisian guidebook.

Why would dumps here be any

different to the dumps back home?

I just figuring Paris and all you know...

shithole should be nicer.

brings me back to the day.

Yeah! I don't remember them being particularly happy days.

Now. See I always woulda' figure you

for a Cambridge man. All the way.

Cyprus Houses, East New York.

Sh*t. really?

You didn't get out much did you?

- Not really.

I was the only kids that made off

my block alive though.

I wish someone had locked me up.

I was always wondering what guys like

you all locked up in apartments reading and sh*t.

Mostly watching Star Trek.

- Star Trek?

Dreaming of gettin out?

Kirk or Spock?

Uhura.

There here we go!

Hello, do you speak English?

My friend and I are looking to beam inside.

That is American dollar.

Wait here.

Don't look that one in the eye.

He told you not to look that one in the eye.

- Couldn't help it I was curious.

He wants us to get down on the ground?

What the hell are you doing?

- Let me give you a little advice where I picked up in Somalia.

When a shady ten-year old points a gun to your face. You do whenever the fucks he wants. Now get down here.

He just wants our bling.

You feeling homesick yet?

- F*** no, it's fake.

Well this isn't. Caroline's father gave it to her.

I swear that girl's gonna get you killed.

Looks better on me?

- Definitely.

Thank you.

For you fifty dollars.

Hey what the f*** are you doing?

- That's good sh*t...

That's Colombian mix with a little flour? Right?

Now give me a kilo?

- A kilo?

You think this is Bogot?

- What the f*** am I gonna do with 5 grams?

Maybe you can sniff it off your homeboy's ass?

Now maybe you can get off your jarring ass

and hook me up with the player that can hook us up.

Five grams, is considered personal

consumption. That! they can get away with.

And if more than a kilo it's 15 years in prison.

Hmm! But wouldn't it be a shame for these motherf***er to get caught for 5 kilos of their own sh*t.

Got caught with 5 kilos of their own sh*t!

Thank you.

Give me the f***ing ring. Give me the ring!

- Yeah, yeah.

That's it, that's it!

Give me my f***ing ring back.

Tell us where that Pakistanis are,

or I'll have him take you for another round.

Give it to me, get that f***ing ring off your finger.

Oh yeah, boy.

Better get in that apartment right

over where the Pakistani's staying.

Where you gonna be?

What's the made for him?

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