Kiss Of The Dragon Page #3

- I'm not your type. Is that it?

I don't have type.

Miss?

I'm sorry for hitting you.

That's okay. I'm used to it.

Kittana in one hour.

Follow me.

He's on board.

Let's go.

Tell me everything.

Richard, the cop in charge,

set up the whole thing.

- He is the connection.

- Do you have proof?

They recorded everything.

They said that, uh,

you destroyed all the cassettes.

Except one.

Hand it to me, carefully.

The main thing now is to get you

out of the country. I have a car.

We can go to the airport,

and from there we can--

Sh*t! He's under the bridge!

Get out!

Block the north side!

I'll cover the south!

Go! Go!

Will this be a problem?

With a billion of them,

do you think they'll miss one or two?

The embassy's asking for the release

of his personal effects.

Send them a big wreath of flowers...

with my condolences.

How much should I spend?

This much.

Here are your assistant's

personal effects, and here...

are some photos of your hero

killing another Chinese citizen...

on the French soil.

There's a time for diplomacy

and a time for action.

Diplomacy is dead.

- You should go to the hospital.

- Do you have a needle and thread?

You know, since I began my work...

I have received five of you young men.

Fast, proud-- like you.

Four have died--

the last one right in my arms.

Before my time is up here,

I would like to send one home alive.

I'll go for some bandages

and disinfectant for you.

Hi.

- Need any help?

- No.

I have some experience.

You know, the longer that

that thing stays open,

the more risk there is of infection

setting in, and then you are in for it.

I once had a scrape I ignored.

I let it go for a couple days.

- It turned into staph infection.

- All right!

But only to sew it.

- Then you must leave. Okay?

- Yeah.

Doesn't like me standing outside, huh?

Your uncle.

Well, I don't blame him.

If I were him,

I wouldn't like me

standing out there either.

Now, this is gonna sting.

Believe me, if I had any other

place to stand, I would.

It's just all the good spots

get taken by the others and--

You would not believe how much business

some of these girls do.

- Guess how much some of them do in a day.

- I don't know.

- Well, guess.

- I can't.

- Sure you can. Pick a number.

- Five.

Five? How about 25?

- Twenty-five?

- Mm-hmm.

That's the record.

But at least 15.

- Can you believe that?

- No.

Yeah. Me? I'm lucky

if I can do five in a week.

- You ever been with a hooker?

- No.

- Not even once?

- No.

- Are you gay?

- No.

That'd be okay if you are. I think

everyone should be who they want to be...

- and do it with who they want to do it with.

- I'm not gay!

All I'm saying is, I don't hold

nothin' against nobody that way.

- Are you finished?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

There.

Mmm. Here you go.

Good as new.

Oh, my God. Look at that scar.

Let me see.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You did a very good job.

I used to sew up pigs.

That was my specialty.

Used to have this big, fat mama sow, and

she tore herself along the barb wire when...

she was trying to get to the other side

of the fence to get at these apples.

- You gonna be around long?

- No. I go home as soon

as my business is over.

Hmm. And so,

what is your business,

- if you don't mind me asking?

- Shrimp.

Oh, yeah.

Pretty aggressive shrimp.

You should probably be

more careful.

- No wife?

- No.

Haven't met the right girl, I bet.

- Right?

- My work-- It's hard to meet any girls.

Any interest in an ex-junkie hooker...

who can cook, clean, sew

and who likes Chinese food?

No, thank you.

I'm just kidding.

Hey, look.

See? My daughter.

- My angel. Sweet, huh?

- Yes.

Why do you do this kind of...job?

Well--

There was this guy, and, uh,

I met him after I had my baby.

And where I come from, girls without

husbands just do not have babies.

And if they do, well,

it's kinda hard on 'em.

So, anyway, this guy I met--

He's this French guy.

He's really cool

with this great accent...

and always talking about art and books

and movies and everything.

And, boy, when you're, you know--

When you're young and really desperate,

you know, this--

And this guy could really--

I mean, he could talk. You know?

And so-- I don't know.

The next thing you know,

you're on the street.

Why don't you just... quit?

It's a little more complicated than that.

What do you mean?

I should probably get back. See you later.

Nice talking to you.

- Lupo!

- Practicing embroidery on the clients?

No, no, he's not--

Lupo, he was just--

He had a cut on his arm.

I thought he was gonna call the medics,

and they'd be blocking off the street,

and then the clients couldn't come,

and I couldn't be standing on my spot,

and I couldn't make any money for you,

so I thought if I just took five minutes, then--

Shh. Get back to work.

Lupo, he had nothing to do with--

I said, get back to work!

Excuse me.

I'm really sorry to interfere in your business.

But I would really appreciate it...

if you...

don't do that again.

The little statue speaks.

You know, I don't care

if you f*** her, bleed on her.

You're still using her time,

and her time is my money.

You've kept her busy for 20 minutes.

- Do you know the going rate for 20 minutes?

- No.

Five hundred francs.

Ah! Five for her time, now five for mine.

My kind of client.

Lupo, we should get back--

Hello, Max?

F***!

What happened?

Down!

F***!

Ah! Damn-- F-- Oh!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What're we gonna do?

What're we gonna do?

Respect his wishes.

Listen.

The longer you keep information from me

about this psychopath you sent over,

the longer my city will bleed

innocent blood.

I assure you, Inspector,

we have kept no information from you.

Good.

- What're we gonna do now?

- I don't know.

- I can't walk the streets all night.

- Walking helps me think.

- Walking hurts my feet.

- Then go home.

Oh,just like that.

First you put me in this mess,

and then you think

you can just get rid of me.

I put you in this mess?

You were the one

who came to the shop to pee.

You were the one

who offered to sew me up.

I didn't ask you for anything!

I only asked to be left alone.

Oh, yeah, that's you--

don't need anything, don't need anybody.

Just have yourself and your stupid job

selling shrimp chips.

I don't sell shrimp chips.

Yeah, I figured that out. I mean,

I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid.

- I'm a cop.

- I'm Santa Claus.

Who is Santa Claus?

A big fat guy, red suit, flying reindeer?

Jesus, God, don't you know anything?

Take me here.

Why do you want to go there?

The best thing to do. When you lose

your way, you go back to the beginning.

Beginning? Beginning of what?

My work. Last night.

You-- You were there last night?

Working with the French cop.

- Richard?

- You know him?

Yeah. I was there too.

The redhead.

Yeah. No, it was a wig. It was--

- Come on.

- Wait a minute!

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