Kiler Page #5

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Here. And a bonus.

The Colombian|peso stands very low.

- You want look like Siara?|- Easy, guys. He's Killer.

He dont understund me .

Drop your guns. Out!

Let me go.

It's not a regular bill.

Thise is opens the sesame,|and you'll be Ali Baba.

Screw Ali Baba,|I want my cash!

Waldek at the airport|has the other half.

This will get you incredible|loads of f***ing greenbacks!

Enough for us both.

- Why me?|- You're a pro.

Why not yourself?

Too damned risky.|But I'll cover you.

Bring the container|to the parking lot.

I'll be there.

Happy?

You're a genius!

Have you had breakfast?

No, leave me alone!

You'll be hungry.

I work on an empty stomach.

You know what a shot|in the gut means?

Silly me.

I dont think about it|I'll bring some sandwiches

to the airport.

Hurry up!

Easy.

Faster, faster|He could wake up!

Any coffee left?

Forget it. Action stations!

Don't rush me.

Done.

Turn off the camera!

The bill!

Good job.

You're a real pro.

- It's not just a half of a bill.|- I know.

It's a key|to a sesame, I guess.

A guy at the airport|has the other half.

You show him and get|a container of lettuce.

Why not by yourself?

They'd collar me.|I'll wait at the parking lot.

And what I will be have from thise?

You're finished here|and need a change of climate.

I'll fix you for money|in a classy hideaway.

Easy street forever.

And for your lady too.

Thanks. Let's set to.

- What's the matter?|- My kidney!

Too much you drink.

Maybe, but it hurts as if|I'd been hit by club.

I hear you in day, I hear you in night| from where take strength, where search help

You work to much|... you work to much...

You work to much| your big body is on me...

You spreak from morning and still et evening| whatever you do is total sick...

Holy sh*t! Lipski's gorrilas!

-Is that Siara's village people?| -Yes, they are boss

What're you waiting for?

- What's going on here?|- They're shooting a film.

- And I'm not playing?|- Get the f*** out! Right now!

Eva, you will have super reportage

evryone will be jealous| for your cameraman

But the sound is sh*t.|We'll have to overdub shots.

Don't push me, damn it!

Let's wrap it|or they'll kill one another.

Sid down! |We won't interfere.

You work still, without brake| from years whose the same and nothing change...

You work to much... |... you work to much...

We get up or still lay?

Let's see who wins... |lay

- We fight or give up?|- Lay we will see, how will be.

Now i think is good time| to come in.

Hey, you, the Police!

You're under arrest.

Let go of him...

Cuff them.

I read you your rights...

Book them and|have the place mopped up.

I seen shadow of eagle| he climp up like wind...

Looking for your man?|Too late.

I know it's terrible| I find out thise morning

He'll be out|in a couple of years.

How dare you? | My husbend is death!

What?|And who's that over there?

I'm sure your man|has foreseen this eventuality.

He's known for generosity.

Harder, harder

Get back, get back...

Freeze! Don't turn around!

I'm not.

Hands up!

Drop your gun! Easy!

I've seen you somewhere.

Right!

I whose drove you the night by Las Vegas|when Guillotine got killed.

When I killed Guillotine,|I wanted to call it quits.

Nobody had ever seen me.

So I planted the gun|and tipped off Fish.

You never told me|you weren't Killer.

I did plenty of times.

- The man says you are!|- He says this or that.

I'm the real Killer.

You lived under my name?

And I give it to you,|you were doing fine.

But that's history now.

Mr. Real Killer,|wait a minute!

That container holds|half a ton of dollars.

As much as Saudi Arabia's GNP.

Don't kill us, and we'll|give you all you want.

And if I kill you, you don't do that?

Don't kill us and take all.

But it's my hard earned|money, mind you.

Open up this box, dude!

- Where's the dough?|- I don't know!

Where is my money!

Thieves!

Drop it!

You'll never get away|again, Killer.

Fish?

Our routine operation, as such,|posed no harm to Mr. Kiler.

And the invasion of privacy?

Catch Mr. Kiler whose routine interwersion of Police

done with respeckt and honor of police oficers

So maybe not with Mr. Kiler honor?

Ours wasn't a mistake|but a set up

to capture the real Killer.

The Polish criminal of the|millennium.

Is it true|that you were humiliated?

Humiliated?

What about the reward?

The police might benefit|more from it, I guess.

You crazy? You deserve it...

Ladies and gentlemen,|let's wrap it up.

Buy hi-tech equipment.

How generous of you, sir.

Give it to the orphans!

Fifty-fifty then.

I'll brief you on|the operation details.

Killer! Mr. Killer!

We're neighbors.

One tenant|is a pain in the neck.

Could you take care of him?

- We have a kitty, sir.|- I'll think about it.

Don't forget us pensioners!

You know what time it is?

- You Waldek?|- Sure.

I work strictly till 4 p. m.

You think I got|no other business?

I'm awfully sorry.

I didn't think it'd take|that long.

It's the last time!

Take care.

What's this all about?

You've swapped the containers?

- What's in there?|- Give me a hand.

How much in all?

About half a ton.

Dollars?

In $100 bills.

You know how I feel?

As if I were dreaming,|only to wake up.

So do it.

I'm awake.

Dear God!

What do we do with it?

Don't worry.|We'll come up with something.

Jerzy Killer donated all the dough|to Polish film production.

And he lived to regret it...

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