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Shit.

I knew it would end this way.

They say your whole life flashes
before your eyes when you die.

With my shitty life, God knows what I'll see.

ASSASSIN(S)

It all started when the old man said...

You really disappoint me.

Crocodiles have conical
and cylindroconical teeth.

Their long canines are as sharp as...

What a waste.

Wait! Wait, wait.

I'II...

I'll do it.

What do I have to do?

Point blank in his mouth.

My teachers said I was good for nothing.

My mom said I was bad at everything.

I think I was average.

Neither good nor bad.

Just impressionable.

He keeps moving.

- He keeps moving! He keeps moving!
- Kill him, Max!

Before this, I wasn't a killer.

I never hurt a soul.

I was born in a little house that was too big.
My dad bought it before he died.

We never managed to resell it.

My room had two beds
in case the family grew.

But it didn't.

To make the mortgage payments,

my mum did the neighbours' sewing.

I had a job in a temporary
vocational training programme,

or something like that.

Basically, I drilled holes.

I was bored stiff,
waiting for something to happen.

Then I met Mr Wagner.

Where the hell have you been?
I've been waiting for an hour.

- I told you to wait over there.
- There were cops all over the place.

- Hurry, get on.
- No one came out?

No. Hurry up, for Christ's sake!

- Wait a second. Wait.
- Hurry! My brother'll kill me.

Fuck you!

Wait, you asshole!

Hey!

PPK, wasn't that 007's gun?

Yes, in the early Bond films.

The Brits make fine guns.

Excuse me, but the PPK is German.

We cops just get Manurhins,

- like on TV.
- Right.

- Are you a collector?
- No, it's a memento.

I live alone, so you understand...

Sure.

- Things can get out of hand.
- Here he is, sir.

You can see why...

So, Maximilien Pujol,

four burglary raps,

two on the street where you live. Nice going.

- Know each other?
- No.

Why were you in his flat? Mr...

- Wagner.
- Mr Warner's flat?

Wagner!

Well?

I got there, the door was open, I went in,

he panicked and shot at me.

- And?
- And I fell out the window.

- That all?
- That's all.

- You agree?
- Yes, I do.

Pressing charges?

Charges?

You're the victim.

Not a chance.

I watch TV. I know the score.

He gets out in a month and he'll be after me.

Then sign here.

- You going to rough him up a bit?
- What do you take me for?

What you are.

Don't lecture me.

- Act responsibly.
- Oh, yeah?

Young man, I was acting responsibly

when you were still just a dream
in your dad's balls.

Hang on.

Bye, Inspector.

Bye, young man.

Hey.

- Where's my bag?
- On the floor.

- I'm sick of you taking off on me!
- Go to hell.

- Is it all there?
- Yeah, even a porn flick.

Don't jerk off too much.

What do we have here?

I'll break his teeth.
He should stay home.

He should stay here.

Lucie's strength seems superhuman.
Catherine cannot get away.

The light!

The girls rush to the kitchen table.

Lucie's eyes are popping out of her head.

- The girls are out of control.
- Leave me alone.

Catherine is frozen with fear.

- Max!
- What?

Max, get down here!

Max!

Coming.

What now?

He told me you've been at it again.

Lucky he didn't press charges.
Did you thank him at least?

- I'm waiting.
- Thank you.

Thank you who?

Thank you, Mr Wagner.

Took you long enough.

- But he's the one who...
- Shut up!

Enough with your excuses!
It's the same thing every time you screw up.

It doesn't matter, dear lady.

He just mistook me for someone else.

I'm glad he's got over it.

We were about to have dinner.

- Won't you join us?
- No, I couldn't.

- I'm intruding already.
- Not at all.

No, we'd really enjoy that, kiddo and me.

- Kiddo?
- Right, kiddo?

Oh, he's the kiddo. Okay, I'll stay.

Look what you've just won.

You're the lucky winner
of this ideal mother-in-law...

A black kid goes to register for university.

The secretary asks, "Which branch?"

So the black kid says,

"Can't I get a stool like everyone else,

"pretty lady?"

Oh, kiddo.

Kiddo, why are you all alone over there?

- Cut it out.
- He hates that nickname, but I'm his mum.

I'm your mum, don't forget it.

He was such a nice kid.

Stop drinking.

Don't you tell me what to do!

Unbelievable. I know what I'm doing.

I've got to forget the worries you give me.
Right, Mr Wagner?

That's youth today, ma'am.

Lost their moorings.

- Excuse me.
- Suddenly he changed.

Went from sucking his thumb
to screwing up.

And impossible to talk to!

Kiddo!

That's what I called you as a boy.

You don't even respect that!
Mr Wagner's right.

You'd kill your own mother for cash.

And you are killing me, bit by bit.

I'm sure you love your mum.

You don't want anything to happen to her,
do you?

Do you?

What's the difference between a teapot
and a queer?

Look. None!

A single load gets out the toughest stains.

- You're so bad.
- Say goodbye to pesky deposits.

You're not queer, are you? Are you a queer?

For sparkling clean glasses,

one wash, one rinse is all you need.

- I'll get coffee.
- You do that.

Your mum's in good shape for an old bird.

Caress deodorant, a bouquet of freshness.

The active ingredients penetrate the skin...

Excuse me.

... giving you long-lasting protection
for up to 24 hours.

The all-new Caress deodorant,
for long-lasting freshness.

You scared?

Why should I be?

I don't know. Sometimes you get the shakes,

you panic, you wonder what he'll do.

Guys have asked me
what was wrong with me,

why I looked at them like that.

They almost called me a...

I think my hands are a giveaway.

In the supermarket,
those were customers too?

I hear Mum.

Let's talk about the supermarket later.

Smells good! What is it? Coffee?

You like coffee? What are you drinking?

- That's crap.
- You're sitting in the dark!

No thanks, dear lady. No coffee for me.
Keeps me awake.

And at my age, sleep is essential.

I have to get going.

So how do we settle our little problem?

- What problem?
- The problem of damages.

Are there a lot?

What's a lot, dear lady?

The curtains, the door, the wallpaper...

- L300, at least.
- That much?

We're not wealthy.

Things are very tight right now.

There's a solution.

Lend me your son for 10 minutes.

- We'll settle it.
- Max, see Mr Wagner home.

- He doesn't need me, Mum.
- Max.

Listen to your mum, Max.

Obey for once.

Delighted to have met you.

Hope we meet again in other circumstances.

Be careful if you cross the ghetto
to the train...

Don't worry. I watch TV.

I'm never without my gun.

- Thanks again and goodbye, Mr Wagner.
- Call me Albert.

I'm Jacqueline.

- Goodbye, Jacqueline.
- Goodbye, Albert.

What were you doing
in the supermarket last night?

I knew it was you.

How did you spot me?

You were alone,
so I followed you to find out more.

Your mum knows you're a thief?

She doesn't care.

Even when you rob houses
on your own street?

- I do what I can.
- You're not ambitious.

Even the cop said so.

What about that place?

That's Mrs Bouvier's place.

Friends of my mum's. But they're broke.

And that one?

Vidal's place. An old bugger
who lives alone with his shotgun.

Shutters always closed. Scared of robbers.

What's wrong with old people
who live alone?

Nothing, except when they shoot me.

You're spooked. You been shot at a lot?

- So far they've always missed.
- Right.

I was a better shot when I was younger,
but don't worry,

I still fix my mistakes.

So watch out.

You're going to fix me?

Are you a mistake?

My mum thinks so.

Maybe that's what I set out to do,

but I like you. You seem different.

- Different from you?
- No, from other people.

You're curious.
You're wondering what I'm up to,

why I didn't kill you right off.

All those questions weigh
on your birdbrain.

It's tough, but don't worry, kiddo.
Don't worry.

Gets hot in there, eh?

You'd like to know. Wouldn't we all?

That's Vidal's place?

Why?

Come on in! Don't just stand there!

Everyone can see you there.

What the hell are you doing?
Shut the door and come here!

Come in and shut the door.

Help me. Come on!

Here!

- What are we doing?
- Grab him, damn it! Help me!

He won't bite you. Pull!

Come on, slacker!

- Let go, you bastards!
- Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

- Stop it. Stop it.
- Bastard!

Help me.

Put him in that corner. Help me!

By the radiator. Help me, damn it!

Come on, drag him over there.

Good thing I said caterpillar
or you'd look entirely different.

This way, please.
You've got to jump for it to work. Go on.

Don't fall. Gently now.

Come this way, that's it.

Hey, what's up? Look at me.
Don't faint on me!

Splash some water on your face. Go on!
Move it!

You okay? Will you make it?

Here, take this.

What's going on? What's going on?

- Calm down, we're coming.
- What's going on?

What are you doing here?

- What are we doing here?
- What are you doing here?

What's going on?

- What do you want? Untie me!
- I'm training you.

- Calm down, you!
- Training me?

- What do you want? Untie me!
- Stop screaming, my friend.

It won't help.

Why are you here? You troublemaker!

- You little shit!
- Tell me, you got a brother?

A brother?

- No.
- No brother? A son?

A son?

- Yes, I have a son.
- Well, he sent us.

- My son? That's not possible.
- Yes, it is, my friend. Everything's possible.

- It can't be. Not him.
- We need to talk.

What's this about a son?

When they ask questions, have an answer.
It calms them. Now he won't bug us.

What'll you do to him?

Me?

Nothing.

You see. Now it's loaded.

So take it.

Don't be scared. Got it?

The barrel in his mouth. Relax.

Relax. Take it easy. Don't panic.

Take your time. Take your time.

- Why in his mouth?
- Why?

So they can't tell I broke his teeth.

- That's why.
- Why did you break his teeth?

So you'd have to shoot him in the mouth.

Come on, come on. It's only natural.
Come on!

It's only natural. Come on. Come on.

You'll have to crawl.

It's every Arab's dream,
even those without a TV.

Here, take this.

I'll see if there's Alka-Seltzer.

If I were you, I'd get on my knees first.
Don't worry about the rest.

Time is of the essence.
The fastest crawler wins. Okay?

The first to arrive wins. Ready? Five,

four, three, two, one, go!

Come on, on your knees,
on the ground, on the ground! That's it!

- Everyone doing okay?
- Hey, kid.

Don't be a jerk. Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me! I beg you, don't kill me!
Shit, don't kill me!

Don't kill me!

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Stop it! Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

That wasn't very professional.

- It's different.
- And so easy to insert,

thanks to its unique profiled shape.

But she'll pass the power on

only to the person who has the strength
to control it.

Tell me, young man,
do you have the strength?

Notice the power and efficiency
of these terrifying predators.

Here, drink up.

- Drink up!
- Why me?

I need you, Max.

I'll teach you a trade, a real one,
the kind that's dying out.

A tradition that you can later pass on.

I know,

the first time it's awful.

I went through that, too. But now,

the worst is over.

I was broken in this way by my father,

and his father did the same to him.

It's the only way to learn.

I have no kids, Max.

No one to carry on the tradition. No one.

Max.

I can't do it.

You really disappoint me.

Crocodiles have conical
and cylindroconical teeth.

- Their long canines are as sharp as...
- What a waste.

Wait! Wait, wait.

I'II...

I'll do it.

- What do I have to do?
- Point blank in his mouth.

He keeps moving.

He keeps moving! He keeps moving!

- Kill him, Max! Now, now, now!
- He's moving. I can't aim.

- I can't! He keeps moving!
- Shoot!

Finish him off!

Finish him off! For both of us!
Shoot! Kill him!

- Kill him, Max! Kill him!
- Stop, I can't...

Stop talking and shoot! Shoot!

Finish him off! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!

- Finish him off. Go on, shoot! Kill him!
- Stop yelling at me. I'll do it.

Shoot him or I'll kill you!

- Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
- Stop yelling, I'll do it!

You see, when you want to...

Come on.

He wouldn't stop moving.

You'll get used to it. They're all like that.

Now you know.

Now I know that you know.

See you soon, Max.

How did it go with Mr Wagner last night?

- Fine.
- What did he want?

- He offered me a job.
- A job?

The man's a godsend! What kind of job?

- Assistant.
- Assistant? What kind of assistant?

Assistant.

- So what did you say?
- I wanted to think it over.

You'd better say yes, or you're out of here!

When the laser beam passes
through the lens,

its destructive powers are focused

and can be used to destroy, for example,
a single red blood cell.

Lidar uses the directional properties
of lasers.

Laser pulses travel at a speed of
300,000 kilometres per second.

When it hits an obstacle,

the light wave is scattered
and reflected back to the detector.

The range to an object is determined

by measuring the time delay
from the laser and back.

The experiment was conducted
on both satellites and the moon.

The laser pulses from this emitter produce

hundreds of megawatts of power.

This one produces only a few milliwatts.

Waves of people are fleeing
to the city of Goma in Zaire.

Most of the 300,000 are Hutu refugees.

They've been on the run for over a month
from their enemies, the Tutsi rebels.

The Zairian border guards have been unable
to stem the flood of refugees,

men, women and children determined
to flee their country at all costs.

What is it?

- It's me, Max.
- Max?

- What do you want?
- I brought my things.

Well, then come in. Come in.

You moving in?

You shouldn't wake people like that.

Move over. Let me by.
I need eight hours of sleep,

or I can't function.
How should we sort this out?

You can settle in there.

Put your bags and things down.

Here's the bathroom. The toilet leaks a bit,

but not to worry.
It does the job, and that's what counts.

Now, what else do I have?
It's a bit rustic, I'm afraid.

Caught me unawares. A pillow, a blanket,
that's all you need to sleep.

The kitchen.
You'll do the dishes now and then.

- No complaints. Here.
- Sorry about the window.

We'll settle that after your first job.

- How does it work?
- What?

- My first job, how does it work?
- It's simple. You'll get some...

You'll get some contracts. You hear me?
You have to honour them.

Just don't screw up. It's easy.

But you're still a kid.

Listen, I'm glad...

No, don't laugh.
I must say, I'm really glad to see you.

But if you screw up, I'll kill you.

Hey, good night.

Night, little fella.

- What are the odds on Belle de Jour?
- 28-to-1.

- 28-to-1. And Bazooka Jones?
- 5-to-1.

5-to-1. Okay, listen. Here. Put L1,000 on...

- Bazooka.
- No, on Belle de Jour.

- But Bazooka's the favourite. You'll lose.
- I don't bet on horses with American names.

- Even if they win?
- Especially if they win. I'm a patriot.

- That's a dumb theory.
- Dumb? Not at all.

It's a technique, not a theory. I love it
'cause when you win on nags, you win big.

- Get it? We're high rollers!
- That's why you've lived 20 years in a dump.

What 20 years in a dump? Bullshit!

Go place the bet! Quick!
I'm off to the crapper.

I won! I picked it! It's mine!

- Mine won, right?
- Yes. Sit down.

- Let's go get the money.
- Sit down, I said. Sit down.

- What do you care? You got time.
- I tell you I won!

You like jokes? You like jokes?

- Lf they're funny, yeah.
- Naturally.

This cowboy's taking his bride home,
they just got married,

and he's taking her to his ranch.
They're riding along,

- and the horse stumbles on a rock.
- Tell me later.

It stumbles on a rock,
and the cowboy counts, "One!"

A bit further, the horse stumbles again.
The cowboy counts, "Two!"

Another stumble, he counts, "Three!"
He gets off his horse and shoots it dead.

The newlywed bride asks,
"What's your problem?"

He looks at her and counts, "One!" Get it?

- What's to get?
- That you're not allowed to stumble.

You owe me L50.

Why? Your horse came in last.

Don't act like a newlywed!

It's a matter of principle.
Or I'll start counting, "One!"

- Fuck principles!
- Fuck principles?

- You're just stingy.
- I'm not stingy, just careful.

What the hell are you doing?
Stop polishing it.

- It's not a trophy. Reassemble it now.
- You told me to clean it.

Well, you're done.
Kiddo, I've got a surprise for you.

You like this, right? What is it?

- Catch! Lousy reflexes.
- Thanks.

That's bad in this business. Pay attention!

Watch out for the dead man's 10 seconds,

when the customer's brain can still react.
Hear that?

Watch out for that like the plague.

My poor dad got killed
for slipping up that way.

Not like that! The barrel in the slot.

In Scandinavia, in the old days,

when the Vikings killed someone in winter,

they thought they saw the victim's soul rise.

- Know why?
- No.

Because when a sword pierced a lung,

the warm air that escaped became steam.
Funny, isn't it?

Boy, those Vikings were dumb!

I did it!

- Revolver or pistol?
- What's the difference?

Big difference. Revolvers have a cylinder.
Pistols are automatic.

- What's the best calibre?
- The calibre is just the size of the bullet.

Stop jerking me around.
I just want to know which gun's the best.

Yes, but it's important to use
the right terms. Understand?

During an operation,
a surgeon asks for a scalpel, not a knife.

Understand? There's no best.

There are choices.

A Beretta isn't a Sig Sauer.

You don't use a Smith & Wesson

or a Walther or a Glock
for the same reasons.

- A cheeseburger. What do you want?
- What? Cheese... No!

Fries and a burger.

- I thought all guns did the same thing.
- Depends on how you see your job.

See that lady over there?

I'd use a 9mm Parabellum. No, a 7.65.

Not quite as powerful but much more
precise, especially with a revolver.

Understand? It all depends on your needs

and the customer. See that fat guy?
He'd be very tricky.

He's so huge you have to pierce
a lot of meat.

I'd use a.45. We call it an 11.43 in France.

An automatic, of course,
for power and speed.

- That'd lay him flat.
- Why?

Because it hits you so hard,
it affects the nervous system.

It can bowl over anything,
from a man to a galloping buffalo.

I thought the bullet's speed did it.

It's paradoxical. The.45 is a slow calibre,

much slower than a.22, but it's powerful.

A.22 is useless. My buddy had one.
We used it to shoot a cat.

- Cat took two weeks to die.
- True, a.22 has no punch,

but for that girl over there, behind you,

it'd do fine at this distance.

But you'd have to fire several shots
just to be sure. Naturally. It's normal.

Never forget,
it's my favourite word and I repeat it a lot,

we're craftsmen.

We have our methods.
We don't do shoddy work.

The.22, all that,
you should know it by heart.

- The.45, the.22, all of them. See?
- Why so many weapons?

You know why.
Because there are a lot of murderers

and a lot of money at stake. Get it?

- It's bullshit.
- You're getting the hang of it.

What damage? Three tomatoes...

That's nothing at all.

Some squashed vegetables. Big deal!

Here's L150. Take it!

L150. Take it, take it.

- All right, see you.
- Bye.

- What did you say?
- You, my nephew, fell closing the blinds.

- I didn't know you spoke Arabic.
- Yeah, well,

your dive out the window cost me L150.

Where are you going?

- Where are you going?
- Huh?

Where are we?

- At your flat.
- Of course, at my flat.

I've lived here 30 years, I know that.

Obviously this is my flat.

Where were you? Have you been meaning
to call for a long time?

- Yes, of course.
- Yes, of course. If you ever feel...

"You pretentious arsehole,
I can just see you

"shitting your pants.

"You're going to die for what you did to me.

"I..."

- What's written here?
- Now what?

- "Up your arse."
- "Up your arse, you bastard, die!

"Signed by you know who.

"P.S.

"It was a joy to shell out for this.
I want you to know that."

- This rain...
- You done?

So much for the formalities!

- Lf you want us to re-read it, let us know.
- How much did he pay you?

- Four grand, that's the price.
- Four grand?

- I'll pay you twice that!
- I can see why, but...

- L10,000!
- Sure, sure. Max!

Come take a look. See, there's the spine.

It's very important to know that
all the nerves go through there,

- so a bullet in the neck...
- L20,000! That's the best I can do!

That's enough out of you.
Show some dignity.

Don't be a fool. Listen up.

What we're talking about concerns you.

A bullet in the back of the neck,
very important.

It's the best solution, no problems,

and above all, your customer won't suffer,

which is nice to know.
After all, we're not butchers.

- L30,000!
- The issue isn't money, sir.

It's ethics,
but naturally you wouldn't understand.

- Let's take his money and let him go.
- Now don't you start!

If you want to get rich using dirty tricks,

you should've been a politician or a lawyer,
not a craftsman!

Here, take this and watch. Watch and learn!

- No! No! No!
- Watch.

A job well done.

You missed.

No. No.

Fucker! You fuckers!

Motherfucker!

Son of a bitch!

- Something wrong?
- You two made me lose my concentration.

Give me your hand. I'll help you.

- Fucker!
- I'll aim.

Fucking bastards!

Fucker!

You're a nice kid.

... for you to be fulfilled
and not get dumped again,

and be able to get
sexually intimate with him...

- Can I ask you something?
- Go ahead.

It's a question that'll annoy you, I think.

Try me, we'll see.

Why didn't we let him go
and take his money?

- Lf everyone did that...
- Everyone does, Mr Wagner.

Not everyone. I certainly don't.
I have morals.

At least I can sleep in peace.

- Not like some people.
- Don't you ever feel guilty?

Leave my guilty conscience out of it!

You just don't get it!

Media, food, finances, politics...

It's all rotten! Hear me?
They're the assassins! So leave me out of it!

My guilty conscience? You piss me off!

They're the assassins!

Even the air we breathe is rotten!

Assassins. Naturally, there are assassins.

Tonight, let's go out on the town.
It's my treat.

- What do we do with the car?
- Dump it by the train station.

- We dump a luxury car like this?
- Listen, why risk a promising career?

What matters more?

Use your head. Go on, step on it.

Speed it up.

Excuse me.

- What is it?
- I'm looking for my uncle.

- I filled out a form last night.
- Ask my colleague. I'm off.

Go on, over there!

Hey!

The bastard's got a beemer.

- Where's your brother?
- Where'd you get it?

- Where'd you get it?
- Where's your brother?

- Got nabbed last week.
- Got nabbed?

- Yeah. Where'd you get it?
- Work. Damn it.

- I need a place to stash it. Know a place?
- Sure.

I know a place. First, drive by my school.
I wanna bug those fuckers.

They suspended me for three days.
How am I supposed to pass ninth grade?

Where'd you steal it? Stop bullshitting me.

- I'm no thief.
- Oh, no? Then what are you?

Fuck off.

- Shit!
- Fuck off!

- Move over.
- Stay back. I swear, you'll get a beating.

- Get them to stay back.
- That's what I'm doing.

- You're the one who told them to get in.
- I did? You did!

- One at a time!
- Fucker!

Hey, cut it out!

I've had it.

I'll dump you on the street.
Calm down or I'II...

- Check out the gun!
- Give that back!

- Show me the gun.
- Hey!

Stop!

Give me that!

- You're crazy! Why'd you let them?
- They grabbed it!

- Why'd you let them? It's no toy!
- They grabbed it!

- What's going on?
- Mind your own business, fucker!

Mind your own business, fucker!
I'm in deep shit now.

No, I am! My brother'll kill me!

- What's with the gun anyway?
- Because now...

I'm going back to shoot down that bastard.

You won't shoot anyone.
You don't have the balls!

- I don't?
- You don't got the balls to shoot anyone.

- And you do?
- Sure, I do.

- You got balls, motherfucker?
- Yeah.

Let's see who's got the balls. Take it.
Put it there.

Think it's easy to shoot someone?
Put it there! Put it there!

- Quit joking.
- Put it there! Why you laughing, fuckhead?

- Go on, put it there! Put it there, I said!
- Stop it.

Put it there! Go on, shoot me! Shoot!

- Go on, shoot, I said. Put it there. Shoot.
- What are you doing?

What's wrong? Got a problem?

- You're weird.
- You've got no balls, like the rest of them.

I'll show you something.
You'll understand.

He kept moving.

- You took his money?
- I'm no thief.

- Then why'd you do it?
- It's my job.

- Your job?
- I'm an assassin.

Does it pay well?

This was a freebie. Your first one has to be,
it's ethics. I'll tell you about it.

You shot others?

Yeah.

- You were aiming at the other one.
- Yeah, but I got one. Let's see if you can.

Take your time.

Lower. You're aiming too high.

Lower that thingy. Lower that knob there.

- What did you do?
- You said to aim lower.

- Not to hit the car, arsehole. Now what?
- Fuck you, you said lower.

Anyway, it's useless now. Ready?

- Yeah.
- Go for it.

Shit, a brand-new beemer.

Or a promising career, take your pick.

The beemer.

Nothing but old geezer stuff in here.

- I'm talking to you.
- What?

I'm talking to you. What a pigsty!

- Shit.
- Don't go in there.

Relax, I'm no thief.

It's creepy here.

- Don't snoop.
- Relax.

Awesome gun.

- Where'd you find it?
- Under the closet.

I feel him coming.
He's like the sunlight of Goa.

Franck, if you're there, knock three times.

Franck, if you love me, knock twice.

- I said twice.
- Am I interrupting?

- We were at one with our karma.
- Does it hurt?

What an idiot!

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Come on, damn it.

- You're a real pain.
- What's wrong?

You won't stop channel surfing. Fucker.

- Where you going?
- I'm outta here.

Can I work with you guys?

I don't know. We'll see. Don't slam the door.

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... evil shadows rise from Earth's depths,
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Goodbye.

To each their own.

My son wasn't up to this job. So I had to...

You okay?

What are you doing here?

What about you? What are you doing here?

Why didn't you wait for me
to pick you up at the hospital?

You forget, I have work.

- You have to go back to the hospital.
- No way I'm going back.

The nurse tried to kill me.

Gave me little blue pills that stop the heart.

That was your medication, Mr Wagner.

- No one wants to hurt you.
- Everyone wants to kill me.

They want to send me to hell.

- You need rest, Mr Wagner.
- I'd love to rest,

but I have a contract, and that's important.
I have to go. I have to.

A contract... I have to.

I could do it, if you want.

I'll do it alone. You need rest.

You think you could manage?

- You want to do it?
- Sure.

But not a word to anyone.

- You need to rest.
- Yes, yes. But not a word.

Then it's settled. I didn't think you'd agree,

but since you want to,

that's fine.

- Take a seat.
- Yes, I'll sit down.

Listen...

We won't tell them, right?

Don't worry. We won't.

...they wanted to get the gold back.

There was this girl, her father was a colonel.

And he was killed.
But the gold remained buried.

And then, the officer above him,
comes back to get the gold.

But all the other officers fight him...
He came back to get the gold.

Shoot! Shoot!

- Where were you?
- I went out.

I was worried. Want a bite to eat?

There's some hard-boiled eggs.

And some salami.

I was worried,
wondered what you were up to.

- You really don't want anything?
- No, thanks.

You've got to eat.

Well, then...

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Don't hurt me, kiddo. Don't hurt me, kiddo.
Not me.

It can't be... Kiddo...

Do it, kiddo. Do it.

- What are you waiting for, kiddo? Shoot!
- Stop. I can't.

- I can't do it.
- Kill him! You really are good for nothing!

You're useless!

Misery, misery, misery...

Shoot, or I'll shoot you!
Finish him off! Kill him!

- Kill him, Max.
- No!

See, when you want to. You do good.

You okay?

Got stage fright?

You should've seen me.

For my first solo job,

I was a real virgin,
like a virgin at her coming-out party.

When was that? Must've been in '44. It was...

No, it wasn't in Avignon, it was in...

I can't remember.
Can't remember a thing. Anyway...

You'd better get going.
Can't be late for your first job.

Go on.

I'm proud of you. Go, but don't dawdle.

As soon as you're through, come home.
Don't dawdle.

Don't screw up!

- Show me the gun.
- Forget it.

- Forget it.
- Show me the gun, damn it. I have a right.

There's people around.
What's wrong with you?

Fuck you. I've got a right to touch the gun.
Give it to me.

- Stop it. It's not a toy.
- Where is the fucker?

- Got any gum?
- No.

- Gimme some gum.
- Is that him?

Yeah, that's him.

Let's go.

Fucking bike.

Let's go. What are you doing? Ignition!

- Step on it!
- Fucker.

Catch up to him. Catch up to him.

Go up to the driver's side.

Motherfucker.

Pass him.

Do it! Do it! I can't go any faster.

Do it, damn it. Here's your chance.

- You okay, fellas? You okay? Are you hurt?
- What the hell's going on?

Stop, damn it! Stop!

What's going on?

- Shit!
- I'll call the cops.

Start. Start!

Start, start, start! Start, fucker!

Help me! Help me! They're going to kill me!

- Back off!
- No, don't shoot!

- Stop, I said.
- I got him.

- Why'd you call me?
- It didn't go as planned.

- What happened?
- Nothing, I...

- You're hurt?
- Nothing serious.

- But it all went wrong, not as planned...
- Didn't go that wrong!

Who's he?

I'll explain, he was with me.

- I asked him to help me, but just this time.
- This time?

I'll never use him again. It was just...

- Who the hell are you?
- Didn't go that wrong.

I shot the bastard. I did it all.

- What's this mess?
- I just used him this once, I swear.

- I want my money.
- What? What'd you say?

- I want my dough.
- Your dough?

- What is this shit?
- I'm sorry, Mr Wagner.

- You arseholes! What the hell is this?
- Wasn't meant to happen...

What happened? Out with it!

I popped him.

- You what?
- I killed him.

- It was only this once, Mr Wagner.
- I want my dough, my half.

- What are you doing? Don't do it.
- No, no!

- Don't do it, Mr Wagner. Don't do it.
- You're right. You should do it.

- Take this!
- I can't do that.

I can't shoot a kid. Why would you ask me
to do that? Have you lost it?

- You crazy? I can't shoot a kid.
- I told you not to screw up.

- Why didn't you listen?
- Don't shoot him. He's a kid.

He didn't do anything. He's just a kid.
It was just this once. What are you doing?

The dead man's 10 seconds. Shit.

I didn't really believe it.

Wagner warned me about it.

I didn't think it'd happen this way,
from the other side.

Anyway, that's how I got to tell my story.
That's something, at least.

But it's not over.

I was just the start.
What followed was a real fuck-up.

We'll do the next one together.
Technique's important.

Sorry, forgive me. I love...

At first I was like you, not crazy about meat.

I don't know if it was the races, the horses,

but I grew quite fond of the odd steak.

As a kid, I had no taste for it.
My poor grandma urged me to eat...

For kids, it's a good thing.

There's all that energy in it.

Makes sense to eat meat.

But I hated it.

I hated it so much, I'd take a piece,

chew it, and throw it under the table

where Nestor the dog would gobble it up.

But that's no way to behave, right?

You don't care about anything but TV.

That's funny, because at my age
you get absent-minded.

You think you have cramps in your hands.

Sometimes it's the heart, the head...

Could you pull my pinkie? Pull my pinkie.

See? Feels much better.

You knew that joke? What?

- No.
- Look. Go ahead.

There you are. Thanks.

It's funny. It's no big deal, but...

Come on, give me your pinkie.

Nothing! But it'll happen one day.
Just you wait!

You pull your pinkie and...

Eat up.

- Four grand?
- Four grand for a normal job.

Six grand for a woman.
The lady in there fetches six grand.

Kids go for 15 grand.

- What age?
- Minors. Under 16.

- I'm worth L15,000!
- Can't you sit normally?

My teachers keep saying I'm worthless!

- Can we go?
- Where are you going?

- I'm going.
- Don't be a pain. Come here.

- No.
- Come on, sit down!

- We've got time. Sit down. Gimme a break.
- Why wait?

Do like me, just sit and wait.

We sit here, we listen, we watch.

Above all...
Yes, pay attention, we check things out.

- It's important.
- This sucks.

- What?
- This sucks.

- Sucks? What do you mean?
- This is fucking boring.

You watch your mouth!
What was that word you used?

- Sucks.
- Sucks!

By gosh,
and you really think you can kill the lady?

It sucks. Not having fun?

- Sure I am.
- Why bust our asses?

You look like a nice girl.
Tell me where your father's papers are.

- Sir?
- What's going on?

You're under arrest.

- Please don't stay there.
- I can't sleep.

Mind if I watch TV?

Late-night TV is funny.
All the old cop shows,

they do nothing
but chase each other around.

You lose them on one channel,
they pop up on another!

What's this?

- Columbo.
- What episode?

I don't know.

A plot for your next book, the perfect alibi.

X wants to kill Y.

He takes Y to a remote house
and asks him to call his wife

and say that he's working late.

Bang. Bang.

Sound familiar?
It's your plan, almost word for word.

You won't disappoint me?

Don't worry.

Book him.

- You've got to admit it was a tough case.
- That's true.

I took pleasure in knowing

that it was my own idea,
the only good idea I've ever had.

Cut out that racket. It's time! Let's go!

Driving me crazy with all that noise.

Making me lose my mind.

Damn it!

Hurry up!

Come on, hurry up!

- What did you do? You pissed your pants!
- What?

What do you mean?

Why'd you do that?

- Sorry.
- It's okay. Come back.

It happens to everyone.

Screw it!

Easy now...

What are you doing? You haven't changed?

- We've got to go.
- We go nowhere.

- What about the lady?
- Not tonight.

Don't call off tonight's job.
You'll rest tomorrow. Let's go.

I can't. I'm too tired.

Let me do it.

- Where did you learn?
- Family secret.

If I lose my marbles,
will you blow me away, Max?

- Where do you think you're going?
- To school.

No chance! You vanished for a month.

Can't do that! Go home. Okay?

- But no one's home.
- I don't care. A month absent! Got a note?

- Can you write me one?
- You've got to be kidding!

That's not my job. Go home.
You don't even have your books with you.

But there's no one at home!
How can I get them?

That's your problem. Go away now.

- I wanna go to school. Screw you!
- Watch your mouth.

- You watch it.
- I'm your elder, watch your mouth.

- Go away, please, or I'll call the head.
- So call him!

- Fuck him and fuck you, bastard.
- Show me some respect.

- I'll respect you when you respect me.
- Go fuck yourself!

Go fuck your mother! Beat it!

- Motherfucker, I'll fuck your mother.
- Get outta here. Get lost.

- Get outta here, fuckhead.
- What's got into you?

- What's wrong with you?
- That's it, tough guy. Get outta here.

Bastard. I'll kill your fucking mother,
you son of a bitch.

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Why'd you take my gun?

- You pouting?
- No.

- I'm quitting.
- Quitting what?

The whole thing. I'm through.

- What about me?
- What?

- What'll I do?
- You'll go back to school.

You're not cut out for this.

...coming back from my yoga class.
- Come on, please.

- Hey, do I look okay?
- Your darling Franck'll be head over heels.

Franck!

Marc! Pierrot! All three of you came?

- Hi, girls!
- Meet my cousin from Marseilles.

I jogged all the way from Marseilles.

- Your cousin's hot!
- I'll show her my Eiffel Tower!

- No, thanks, I don't like you.
- We just want your ass.

- Then fight for it!
- Okay.

- Oh, no. I was going to fuck her.
- Get outta here, whore.

- Stick around, we'll party.
- Wait, I'm going to shove in my cock.

Forget it! She won't give you head.

She won't any more, that's for sure.

She was asking for it.

- Now what? We can't fuck a stiff.
- What about her?

- I haven't had a piece of that for a long time.
- Don't hog the pussy!

Share and share alike!

- All for one, and one for all! Dig in!
- No way.

I've told you before,
I don't give group discounts.

Don't play hard to get.
We know you gang bang.

- Take it up the ass.
- I'm not in the mood.

Shut the fuck up. Shit, she's a squirmer!

- A mad cow!
- Step aside, boys. This'll calm her down.

She won't get A's in math any more!

- She won't recognise her mother any more!
- Her mother won't recognise her either!

- Stop hitting her! I want a blow job!
- Gimme a knife.

I've always wanted to come
while slitting a whore's throat.

- She's spurting!
- Me too!

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Tragedy today in a Paris suburb.
A 13-year-old boy burst into a high school

and killed a teacher in cold blood
with an automatic handgun,

then fled in the ensuing panic.
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The scene was captured on security cameras
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This school, with 1,200 students,
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and fighting among students.

Now a live report from the scene.

People are in shock here.
The tape you've just seen shows

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The boy then headed over
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As you can see
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he fired several shots into the crowd
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The killings took place about an hour ago,

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The boy then entered a building
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Thus far, his motives are unknown.

He had no police record
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He died without revealing his motives.

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