The Matador Page #3

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But a sissy I'm not.

- Come on!

- We got fire!

- That's for the distraction.

- Easy.

Fire will distract most cops.

Are you ready to finish what we started?

Julian, that was extremely dangerous...

I think you proved your point.

The cops may have gone to the fire,

but his bodyguard is probably still upfront.

Bodyguard?

Those who are afraid of being killed,

always have a bodyguard.

If they didn't... They'd asked you.

So, I'd slit the guards throat,

push him back at the bathroom...

And now we're set up for the kill.

Were the hell did you get the knife?

It must be number two...

- Okey, joke's over... let's go, Julian!

-Not yet!

Not yet, not yet...

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't f***in' ruin things, okey?

Okey. Julian!

- I asked you to stop this.

- No way, the job's not done.

- This is not a job!

- You said money was no object.

Bingo! Was his name...!

- This is what you wanted, right?

- No!

- This is what you helped with.

- I didn't help you!

- Oh, yes you did...

- No, no, no!

Oh God, no...!

Fun, eh?

Come on!

That was incredible,

you scared the hell out of me!

- You liked that, didn't you?

- I really bought it.

A stranger...

just like that!

- A complete stranger.

- Yes, I did...

- I'm not psychotic.

- No, I know, I know...

- Psychopathic perhaps, but not psychotic.

- I don't think you're a psychopath.

I kill people, doesn't that seem a bit

psychopatic to you?

- Yeah, but...

- Don't get the wrong impression...

Just because we share alot, doesn't mean

I'm not unsavory.

No, what you do is unsavory.

You know what they say...

you are what you do.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

Tell me...

Will Bean stay with you

if this job doesn't come through?

What?

Will Bean stay with you if you continue

this losing-streak without any end?

- If she ever left me, I'd fall apart...

- You're not answering my question.

To be quite honest...

... I don't know how much faith

the woman have left in her.

Comforting me?

Just change the subject, please.

- I will.

- Something sunnier!

Sunnier...! Absolutely.

In fact there's something

I'd wanted to talk to you about.

- A favor, really.

- Sure.

- It's pretty big, it's a pretty big favor.

- It's okey.

See... the thing is...

...I could use your help.

- Help with what?

- I'm down here...

I finish my other job early,

so I let it be known.

- "Let it be known"?

- Yes.

To the powers that made

that I was available.

- The powers of B?

- Yeah, anyway...

They called me, emergency...

it has to happen today.

Another job?

The thing is...

I could really use your help.

You're kidding right now?

I'm as serious as an erections-problem.

- I can't help you, Julian.

- You could.

I could, but I can't...

I'm not gonna help you-

- to kill an innocent man.

- Who says he's innocent?

- This is ridiculous!

- You'll just be assisting.

- No!

-You just have to go out...

I'm not listening.

I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

You're being childish.

You're being childish.

You're being childish.

All I'm asking you to do, is just go...

Alright, alright.

I won't tell you.

- Good.

- Won't mention it.

Great!

All I'm saying, that all you have to do

is trip on the street right next to him.

I can't believe you said that...

Just trip and fall in about half an hour so

his body get turned, and look the other way.

No way.

That's what I got paid.

- No!

- It's alot of money.

Cash.

And it could be real interesting.

No! I said no!

He's a prick, Danny!

A real prick!

I don't give a darn who he is,

or what he did, or anything like that.

I'm not gonna help you, Julian.

I'm not gonna do that!

And if you bring it up again, I'll leave.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Change the subject.

- Good, you do.

- Change it...

- You.

- Fine.

- Okey.

When I was a kid,

I wanted to be a cheerleader.

Really?

A cheerleader?

Yeah. I wanted to be thrown in the air

and march in the band.

Seriously?

So funny, I've got an brother-inlaw

who's a male cheerleader-fan...

God, Danny!

I'm f***in' kidding!

I didn't want to be cheerleader!

I don't want to talk about cheerleaders

unless I'm getting in a shower with them.

I wanna talk what I wanted to talk about,

which you don't wanna talk about!

There's nothing to talk about!

Well then... it's nice knowing you.

No... Julian.

Come on.

You're just leaving?

You're gonna leave?

- I got business to attend to.

- I really thought...

Nothing... think nothing.

Just consider me the best

cocktail-drinker you ever met.

Bye, Danny.

Julian!

So unfortunally I was right.

I finally got in touch with

Al Handren.

She said att her boss's are leaning

towards Cardinous, and his group...

...and not us.

Things may still break in our favor,

their first instinct was to go with us,

but they're getting pretty intense pressure

to sign with a Mexican company.

I'm trying to get Antonio so I can

set up one more meeting -

- with you guys tomorrow.

I call you when I hear something.

So, hang in there... it's not over yet.

Danny!

Danny, it's Julian!

Come on, Danny,

I just want to say I'm sorry.

I know it's late,

and I'm a bit f***ed up, but...

I'm sorry.

I'm a mess,

I'm a fuckup!

I should'nt have

asked you to help me.

I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed

on your kindness, but please...

Let me tell you I'm sorry.

Let me apologise!

Can't you see how

guilty I feel?

Danny!

Hello, Julian!

Getting some culture?

Anytime I can.

You look tired.

I am...

I need a break.

What are you sayin', Julian?

Moscow, Las Vegas, Vienna, Philippines...

...and now Budapest? I'm exhausted.

You know what it's like...

...you take a break,

We go with the younger cheaper kid.

If he does alright, then maybe we don't want

you back, when you're ready to get back.

You'll always want me.

No, not always.

Not if we can save a few dollars.

Not if it gets sloppy again,

like in Manilla.

That was one time...

It made some people nervous.

It made me nervous.

Well, that's why I need a break.

I don't want to have something like that

happen again.

- It can't.

- I know, but that's what I'm saying...

But I'm f***in' burnt out,

I'm feeling... shaky.

Can you believe this sh*t...

Can you believe the words

coming out of my mouth?

Did you ever think you'd lived

to see the day?

I never thought you'd lived to see the day.

There's no retirement-home

for assassins, is there?

archery at 4:
00, rifle at 5:00,

bird-dinner at 6:00...

Julian, if you leave the game,

even for a while...

...I don't know if they'll

let you back in.

And then what the hell are you gonna do?

Waste your days

to pick upp a bunch of teenagers?

For suck'n f***-sessions,

behind the old navy-store?

- Sounds great to me.

- Julian. Do this job.

Do it, because if you don't, you'll

regret it, and I can promise you that.

How do you know?

Just do it, Julian.

Please, do it.

Okey?

We have a problem, mr Randy.

The problem is Julian Noble. It seems

he didn't deliver the portfolio.

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