Kill Skills

What? Calm down.

No! I told you that.

No, listen. No.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

I'm not trying to double-cross you.

Listen, it was the guys from...

Listen, just try to be...

Oi! Can I bum a cigarette, mate?

What? No.

Listen, it was the guys from...

I didn't have anything to do with that.

Please, just calm down.

Give us a cigarette.

- Get off. - Give us a cigarette.

Fuck off!

What? No, no, not you.

No, it's just this prick trying to nick a cigarette.

I'm not insulting you.

Done.

Come in.

Sammy!

Good to see you.

Come in.

Look at you.

Very elegant.

- Very fancy. - Thank you.

Sarah, say hello to Sammy.

- Hi. - Hi.

My office. Now.

I don't understand why you treat me like this.

Haven't I always been good to you?

When you arrived from Paris, did I not take care of you?

Did I not welcome you into my family with open arms?

- Did I not give you work? - You did.

So why do you do this to me?

Can I speak?

I've got good news. I got all the money.

Are you dumb?

I don't handle business on Shabbat.

I'll keep it, then.

Don't be stupid.

Give it to him.

I can't take it either.

Fuck you! You take it and you put it in the safe.

- Are you gonna open it? - No, it's electronic.

I don't know the combination.

Can we go now?

No.

You. Punch him.

What the fuck was that for?

That, my boy, was for being a sick, degenerate asshole,

who took the risk of gambling my money,

and you could easily have come here today with nothing to give me.

How do you know about...

You think I don't know everything you do

every fucking minute of the day?

Now pull yourself together, and go back to the table.

Father? Could I maybe go up to my room?

Yeah, OK.

Yes!

You know I bought a new dress for Reuben's barmitzva?

Yeah? Is it a sexy one?

No, not sexy.

Of course it's sexy.

I bought it.

If she wears it, it's going to be sexy.

Sarah, are you sure you don't want to come with us to the synagogue?

Yeah, I can't.

I have to study.

That's OK.

So, you coming with us or what?

No, thanks, it's not my thing.

- Stay out of trouble, OK? - Always.

Did you know your father sells ecstasy?

There's a shit load in his office.

No, no!

I want some.

No... No, come on.

You sure?

All right. Okay.

How do you know the combination?

It's my birthday, isn't it?

I don't know your birthday.

You're pushing it.

Happy birthday.

- Do you want one? - No, no, they're for you.

I'd rather have some coke.

Coke sucks! No one does it any more.

I do coke.

Yeah, but that's because you're old!

I love you.

I love you.

I'm going to take a shower.

Sarah?

Get up. Get up!

Wake up!

Get the fuck out of my house.

Get out of my house. The police is coming.

But mark my words.

You're a fucking dead man.

Now fuck off!

You get out of here.

Police, madam.

We need to speak with Mr. Bronstein.

Please don't.

No, please don't.

You don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this.

Eat. Eat.

Please don't.

- Another one. - No, please don't.

Another one.

I don't want to die.

I have a family.

Another one.

I will find you wherever you are, you little piece of shit.

And I will kill you.

No bags?

So, that sign is really discreet!

- Is Levy your real name? - No.

So?

Wearing sunglasses in November? That's discreet?

If you saw my eyes,

you would ask me to put them back on.

Great.

You're drunk?

And I'm not Cornelius's driver. I am Cornelius.

Are we really going to use those stupid code names?

No.

- I'm Claes. - I'm Sammy.

No smoking in the car.

His name is Peter Rasmussen.

He's 53 years old.

Senior executive.

In this folder, I got his address,

and a list of all the places he hangs out.

Are you even listening?

I can count and listen at the same time.

You keep this phone on you all the time.

And you wait for me to call you to tell you when, where and what.

Got it?

Yeah.

What about the gun?

No gun. The client wants it to look like an accident.

Don't worry, Avi.

We'll find him.

Can you close the window?

You stink.

Can I smoke if the window is open?

No.

Great!

What's the hold-up?

It's the changing of the guards.

They look really stupid with their big-ass hats.

They look like giant sex toys.

It's not stupid.

It's the Royal Danish Elite Guards.

They must be really scary when they show up with their huge furry hats.

When I was 20, I was one of them.

And I can promise you, with the training we got, we scared the shit out of people.

Then why have me come in if you're that good?

I had you come because I don't kill any more.

So what's your job now, then?

Consultant, head of security to a large international company.

I do e-mail surveillance,

industrial espionage, and cameras, and...

- Nice gun. - Yeah.

Sure you don't want anything more gangster?

A Desert Eagle, my brother.

That's some classy shit.

Cherry Pie has one just like that.

Stop pointing that at me, right now.

Who is Cherry Pie?

Me.

I'm Cherry Pie.

OK, whatever.

I'll take this one and five grams of this, too.

Ten grand.

You're supposed always to pick up this phone!

The deal is off.

You'll still get your money.

And I'll see you tomorrow.

I repeat, the deal is off.

Sorry, I don't speak Danish.

It's me.

How are you, mon ami?

Good.

Well, there's a problem with your friend.

He didn't do what was asked of him.

Actually, he did the exact opposite.

And the situation has become delicate.

So I was wondering...

Are you sure it is the only way?

No, no, I trust you.

Yes.

Yes, he was a good friend.

I think that you probably make a mistake,

but listen... you do what you have to do.

And please, forgive me for this.

Well, goodbye, my friend.