Killing Zoe Page #2

They all know who you are.

Can I get you anything to drink, sir?

Beer?

Thanks.

I mean come here. Hey, Sit.

Easy, easy. Don't scare him.

He's just trying to claim you.

Let me introduce you properly.

That is Enrique.

He likes to be called chim chim,

but we don't always get what we like...

do we?

Enrique! Taistoi!

Get out!

I hate monkeys.

- Do you like hashish?

- Oh ya.

Don't sit next to that junkie.

Your little sh*t monkey pissed

on my Billy Holiday album.

- Next time he's out the door. Okay?

- Okay okay!

Zed, come here.

Don't ask me where we got this, okay?

Where did you get this?

On Bastille Day, all the banks are closed.

But this one. BIP.

The Banque Internationale de Paris.

And for being greedy capitalists, perhaps

they will remain closed next Bastille Day. Ay?

This is the only entrance. Good.

We will go in and

shut the bank down.

Now, look at this.

As you can see,

only one person can start the alarm.

The concierge, at this desk.

We will take care of him.

Then we can close the bank.

No one will know the difference since

every other bank will be closed.

What makes you think

he's not going to press the alarm?

He's right next to the door.

We'd have to be totally incompetent

not to stop him. Don't worry about that.

Here. This is where they keep the days

reserve cash. Okay f*** that.

There are many vaults downstairs,

but this is the vault we must get into.

This is where the real prize is.

What kind of vault is that?

Ah... Swiss made. A Caliber.

Caliber.

That will take...

- Three hours.

- No, Zed, that's too long.

That's how long it'll take.

Well sh*t. It's too long.

We have to be in and out like that.

Or there will be suspicion.

A little time is okay...

but too long and...

Hold on... what is this?

Another vault.

No, no, no, no... this.

I don't know...

it connects the two vaults.

What kind of vault is

the other one?

Also Swiss,

but this one is a Poseidon.

Poseidon.

Why would those two vaults

be connected?

No idea. I don't know.

Because... I can get into the Poseidon

in a half an hour. Maybe less.

Yes, but this entry way is too

small to get the platen out.

We have a lot of

merchandise in there.

No, no. Don't you see?

We get in to the secondary vault.

We take this passage into the Caliber vault.

And from the inside I can open it in

five minutes.

Well... you could open it in five minutes?

From the inside its easy.

Hot damn. That is our answer, man.

Okay.

When is Bastille Day?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow!?

We're doing this tomorrow?

Well of course, yes.

It's impossible.

No, it's not impossible.

Everyone knows what to do.

I don't know what to do.

But you don't need to know sh*t. Just get

into the vault and we'll do the rest then.

I haven't even seen the bank.

F*** the bank.

Before we do a job we live life.

It's better that way. Okay?

Okay.

Good.

Now we do heroin!

You do a little heroin?

Some beer, hash...

something... you feel...

just right.

Maybe later.

As you wish.

Come on. Try some.

It's called chasing the dragon.

The Chinese have been

doing it for centuries.

I probably shouldn't, but...

But you must.

If you do it,

it will make you feel

as though

the rest of the world is

in a bubble of glass

and you are rubbing up against it

like a bad windshield wiper.

I think I'll do it anyway.

There. That's the Firarri...

Where?

- Right there.

- Zed...

do you like French cars?

French cars.

- Do you like them?

- Yes.

I like the Cadillac.

Up here,

you can see the Eiffel Tower. Look

Very nice.

Is tomorrow really Bastille Day?

Yes, tomorrow we pull

the biggest job in French history.

And spend the rest of our lives in...

Monte Carlo.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hey!

That car's a piece of sh*t!

Watch it! don't crash my car.

Come on!

This way...

this is where the male prostitutes

sell themselves.

F***ing fagots!

Dr. Suce ma tobre.

What does that mean?

I will tell you later. Okay?

Couilles.

This is good to have you here.

We could not do this without you.

Everyone has agreed to give you

double shares. That's good, no?

That's good.

Ricardo, what I was telling you was...

in a final conflict between 6 and

number 2 to find out who is number 1,

number 6 realizes that

he is number 1, you know?

It's like we're all a prisoner

of ourselves. You know?

But the best episode is

"A, B and C" where...

he takes 3 drugs and he realizes

And uh...

You know I have AIDS.

From the needle.

What?

Hey, look... up here is the

Arc de Triomphe. Come on. Look!

So, how long have you known Eric?

Since...

I was 12.

And he... ah...

His mother's American.

Yeah, his dad is French.

And they divorced, and had some

weird custody plan or...

He would spend 6 months with her

in Florida and then 6 months here.

Anyway...

they just lived 2 houses up from me,

Well, it's good to

have you here, man.

Eric loves you.

Tells me you like Viking films.

Is that right?

Viking movies?

Ya. I guess.

I love that stuff... just, helmets

with the f***ing horns on...

Right

That's what we should be

wearing tomorrow, right?

If you ever want to see it,

I've got some videos...

Viking stuff made in Norway,

which is excellent.

What about this music?

Do you like dixieland?

Yeah... I guess.

I live for this music, man.

This is real music.

It's got a heart and a culture

all of it's own.

And it bears no resemblance to anything

else in this entire f***ing planet.

It's just total... purity of essence.

Yeah.

"When the Saints Go Marching In".

Hey... "When the Saints Go Marching In".

Hey, here, have some wine.

It's very good.

You don't want to drink this sh*t,

it's poison.

I bring my own... vodka.

Look up on stage!

You crazy f***ing Frenchmen!

Oh my God!

Hey! How was I?

I didn't know you could play.

I can't. But it's easy.

You just slide the thing, you know.

Do you like this place?

Yeah.

Good. This is the real Paris.

Here in the cellar.

Up there... on the street,

all just street trash.

You have Pompidou Center,

the Eiffel Tower... all that tourist sh*t.

La Louvre. Ahh... good God!

The f***ing Louvre.

All of that is for the guide buses.

Even the people,

Parisians, they are sh*t.

No one in France likes them.

It's true.

But down here...

away from everyone up there,

the tourists, the attractions,

the f***ing postcards,

people change.

They forget, because they can not see,

that they are in Paris.

- It could be anywhere.

- The music, the food

the wine.

Even the wine's okay.

So what do you think? Eh?

What do you think of Paris, Zed?

Come on, Zed, tell me.

Well, if this is Paris...

then I like it.

Come on! Lets dance.

No! I'll puke!

Hey, Zed, come on.

Just snort this with your nose.

What's going on?

Why don't you do some?

Come on. Come on my friend.

Shouldn't we be doing this

somewhere more private?

F*** them.

They can get their own.

No, I mean, is it safe...

to do it here?

What!? From the police?

Sit down.

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