The Killer

[grand orchestral fanfare playing]

Five-letter word

for a tropical fish.

Fourth letter P.

Guppy.

No offense.

- -

That job we talked about is tonight, my cushla machree.

And do they deserve this death?

I wouldn't ask you if they didn't.

No one leaves that room alive.

When they built this church... what, 200 years ago?

Two hundred and fifty-two.

Did they ever think it would get turned into a Starbucks?

'Cause that's what I hear the plan is.

Maybe God likes coffee.

It's nearly his favorite drink, if it weren't for Guinness.

Sey.

So... it was almost midnight.

The pharmacy was closed but Valerie wanted to know.

I did too. It was weighing on me.

Makes sense.

So, what did you do?

I entered the pharmacy...

by breaking in.

A police officer who represents the law tells his partner that he broke the law.

What should I do? Report you?

No, I didn't break anything.

I entered. Grabbed a pregnancy test,

and left money by the register.

And the test?

Ah.

She's pregnant.

That's him, right?

- Mm. -

Are you Phillipe Hugo?

: Oh, man. I don't speak French.

Your friends call you Coco. Does that ring a bell?

- Coco? - Like, uh, chocolate?

Where are you going?

Taking your sister to dinner.

Ah.

- Then for a fuck. - : Okay.

He's a comedian.

And where would a slum boy like you

get the money for this fancy car?

Your sister again.

I'm her pimp.

- - Forget the sisters, okay?

Let's talk about heroin.

Where were you Tuesday?

Monsieur Coco, you're under arrest.

- Okay? -

Aah!

- -

Are you dying, Jax?

Get this motherfucker.

Call the ambulance.

Police!

- -

Back up. Back up.

On the ground. On the ground.

Back up or I'll...

Drop your gun. No one is dead yet.

Another happy customer?

I watched him leave.

He was walking on air.

He was walking on shoes that cost 10,000 euros.

But he... he treats me with respect and, uh,

always brings the chocolates I love.

I'm a diva, I suppose.

No, you're simply the best.

: Mm-mm.

- - I got it.

Is it true what they say about chocolate?

It's not good for you?

Has the man who did this bothered you again?

No. Business as usual.

You know, most take no for an answer,

but this man took it personally.

Excuse my curiosity, but, um, this awful man...

...how did you discourage him?

You need to use a language

a man will understand.

Well, if he's a poet, you speak from your heart.

Depends on the man.

Did you find a language he understood?

- - The next time you want a suit,

you go to Marks & Spencer, do you understand?

Never darken the door of that old man's shop again.

Do you understand?

- - Aah!

He understood.

- -

Beautiful, no?

The alterations are invisible.

- I always say

women will fall in love dancing with a man

wearing one of my suits,

but if a man were to dance with you in this...

...sacrebleu.

[dance music continues in distance]

If you feel the heat, make some noise for Jenn!

- -

Are you Serge?

Maybe.

I'm Zee.

You're expecting me, yes?

And you are what they sent

to take care of this business?

What are you doing after we are done?

I'll be gone. Far from here.

A shame.

How about a little privacy?

Civilians are boring.

Everyone, get out for ten minutes!

- - Hey, get out! Get out!

You heard the man. Get out.

Yeah, yeah, get out, get out.

You carrying?

Hmm.

I'm not sure where I would put it.

Just to be safe...

Nice.

Okay.

My boss wants to make a deal.

A deal?

No deals.

He pays our price.

End of negotiations.

How about this:

You give back what you took from him,

apologize...

...and never set foot in Paris ever again.