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This is the story of a man called Hubert.

Hubert Fiorentini.

47 years old.

200 pounds.

6 feet, 4 inches.

The kind of guy who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Trouble is, this woman is no fly.

- That's a bit harsh. - Couldn't you take her home first?

I can't hear you!

Let's go somewhere we can talk.

The captain wants to see me. Grill him good.

Hi, Hubert.

- Mr. Fiorentini? Van Eyck speaking. - Yes, hello.

I know you're working day and night...

...which means you are very hard to get hold of.

You've got hold of me now, so get to the point.

You're overdrawn. Third time this month.

You have until tonight to sort it out.

- Get my point? - I'm on my way.

Asked for me, sir?

What's with you? You got worries?

No more than usual.

In fact, things are cool just now.

You can’t just go slugging people.

If you mean the girl in the club, she's a he.

Not the trannie.

- All the others. - Others? What others?

Try to remember.

He was stopping me doing my job.

Good! Think some more.

It's coming back to me. An altercation.

Some altercation! Go on.

A kid shouted out to me...

- ...but I couldn't hear what he said. - He said...

I'm the chief's son!

- Didn't catch it. - He did!

You'll want to apologize in person.

What do I say?

You took him for a big gangster. He'll like that.

I'm working on the trannie.

- Where is he? - Where do you think?

Hi, it's me. Remember me?

We met last night.

Don't worry, I'm not arresting you.

I'm not here on...

Well, here goes.

I came to say sorry.

I didn't recognize you. I didn't know you were...

Water!

I got you mixed up with a big time gangster...

...who wears the same coat.

I am truly very sorry.

See you around, then.

Sounds like this isn't a good time?

Hi, Sofia! Sorry, I'm working.

I know. When aren't you working?

- Sundays. - When you play golf!

- I've got to relax. - Precisely why I'm calling.

To take you to dinner.

That's sweet, but I have no appetite lately.

He's lost his appetite.

Original, at least.

We can't break him down.

The freak's enjoying it.

- May I try? - Be my guest! Go ahead.

You're wasting your time.

Got a smoke?

You treat a lady right.

We'll get on fine, won't we?

Where are your sisters?

Wow, great pen!

A gift. I keep it for special occasions.

I'm listening.

A gift from a lady?

The love of my life. One day, she vanished...

It's all I have.

Tell me which bank is next.

Banque de l'Etoile.

The whole gang'll be there.

Our last job. To go out with a bang.

Day?

Today.

Time?

You're a half-hour late.

Call all cars!

They're still inside?

You got things in hand?

Fuck! Not him!

It's cool. No one's leaving there.

They're surrounded and I'm in regular contact.

Tell them I'm on my way.

On his way? Who invited him?

Girls, what's going on?

Can't you use an ATM?

Okay, everybody out. I need to clean up here.

Go on!

I give the orders around here!

Stop or I blow his head off.

You're not killing anyone. Only I'm allowed to do that. Here...

From your sister.

Unless you want plucking too, I suggest you give up.

I feel sick. He's out to get us.

He can't hurt us.

We have dynamite and guns. He's full of shit!

Call that a gun?

For ear-piercing maybe.

Button it! Let's see what you're packing!

- Look at his! - It's huge!

That'll hurt!

Hand it over!

I don't think so. You might chip a nail.

Cut it out!

Lay it down and slide it over.

I warned you.

- Hey, girls! See that? - Okay, game over!

I'll count to 10. Don't worry, I count slow. Keep up.

What you gonna do at 10, jerk-off?

One...two...

We're not joking here!

...three...

...10!

Can't get even 10 minutes' R and R.

- It's Sunday, sir. - Cops don't do weekends.

The chief just called.

I asked you to apologize, not terrorize the kid.

What? I took him flowers.

And sent him straight back to the O.R. His dad's worried.

I don't get it.

The kid won't work for two months.

The chief suggests the same...

...for you.

I see.

You get results, but your methods...

My methods?

Are illegal!

Forget the Wild West! This is France.

As a cop, you must abide by the law.

And lose eight buddies in two years.

I take them flowers too.

You can't live for the dead. Get real!

You've no friends, no wife, no kids. No roots.

You have to get a life, Hubert!

Start a family. Put a smile on your face.

Make an effort.

- Don't you like women? - Sure I do.

Don't you have someone?

- I did have. Long ago. - We all know about that.

You were posted to Japan, fell in love, she ran off.

- That was 15 years ago now. -19.

Okay, 19. Great! There's a statute of limitations.

Do me a favor. Use these two months to chill out.

- Go shopping. - I hate shopping.

Like it!

Dress yourself up and have some fun.

A guy like you, an Armani shirt, some cologne, you'll get the girls!

- You're suspending me? - I'm encouraging you.

Drop the cop and prove you can be a man.

Coming in?

Sure...

I've never seen you in a shirt.

- All my T-shirts are in the wash. - I see.

- What's wrong? - I'm taking your coat.

Sorry.

- That smells great. - Caramelized pork.

No, something else.

- Are you wearing cologne? - An old bottle I found.

- The one I gave you two years ago? - You think?

I know.

- Your appetite's back? - The first taste makes you want more.

I have some excellent shochu.

- Is that okay? - Fine.

How's work?

- What's so funny? - I don't work.

At least, not since I was widowed five years ago.

Like a spring roll?

I would, yes.

That was just perfect.

It's only a little dinner.

- The first in two years. - Really?

Time flies.

Did your ex teach you how to cook like this?

In just eight months?

You can learn a lot in eight months, believe me.

I believe you.

- Call me a cab? - Already?

You have a better idea?

It's just that... I thought that...

Now that we know each other, you'd maybe...

...like to stay over?

I think I'll walk.

It's warm out. It'll round off a great evening.

- I don't understand. - I'm touched. You're trying hard.

- But you don't trust women. - It's not easy.

- They tend to run out on me. - But I don't want to run out on you.

Just spend some time with you.

That's what love is.

- Not moping for 20 years. -19.

Nineteen, then.

But if she'd loved you, she'd be here now.

You'd have had beautiful babies.

Instead, she left you a bunch of memories and recipes.

When your heart's free, call me.

I can't cook, but I make love very well.

We'll make beautiful babies.

You seem tired lately.

Take a vacation.

I think we should separate. Don't you?

Yeah?

Mr. Fiorentini, Hubert, Paris Police Department?

- That's me. - You know Miko Kobayashi?

I know her.

- You know where she is? - Yes.

At the morgue.

She died yesterday in Tokyo.

Sorry to bring you bad news.

My name is Ishibashi. I will be reading her will tomorrow.

She named you as sole legatee. I'd like you to be here.

I'm in her will?

On every page. Since you left Japan, it wasn't easy to find you.

- How's 3 PM tomorrow? - Tomorrow? I'm in Paris.

There's a plane leaving at 5:00. And another flight at 8:30.

I booked you on both. The ticket's at the desk.

I'll have to talk to my boss.

- I already did. Mr. Squale, isn't it? - Yes.

He wants you to come. And stay as long as you like.

- I'll think it over. - You'll have to hurry.

- Where's the fire?! - That's just it.

She will be cremated tomorrow.

I thought you'd like to see her one last time.

I'm on my way.

Business or pleasure?

Neither.

Excuse me, you're coming from...?

The plane.

French. Your sense of humor gives you away.

- Sorry? - I meant your plane.

Look up and you'll see just one arrival from Paris.

Look down and you'll see that the label on my bag...

...says CDG, for Charles de Gaulle, Paris.

You see, a sense of humor and observant too.

Let me show you how observant I can be.

Open your bag.

Get a move on.

Where's the fire?!

- Where is he? - Room 17.

- Did you hurt him? - We're not thugs.

I haven't seen him for 15 years.

If he's beaten up, I won't recognize him.

Hold on.

I'm so nervous. A real virgin.

How do I look?

Am I presentable?

Momo?

You recognize me?

I'm so happy!

Let's see you.

Same as ever. Off the plane, into the shit!

-If you don't mind, save it for later. - Right. Let's go.

It's okay, he's one of ours.

He was a captain, I was a novice.

Special unit in Japan, spying on the Russkies.

Wild times, I can tell you.

Don't bother. just don't say another word, okay?

Sorry, but your officer lacked respect.

I corrected him, albeit a little hastily.

I apologize.

Your reputation precedes you. What brings you to Tokyo?

- A mission? - No, a short vacation.

You bet! He doesn't hang around.

Good day.

Good day!

Fifteen years!

Still the same car.

You don't change a winning team.

- What's cooking? - I got out. No more commando stuff.

I'm a cop now. I have a quiet life. Just work and sleep.

Sure! And crochet on your day off.

Almost. Golf! Sad thing is, I enjoy it.

It was time you came back, then.

What's on the menu?

Sink a ship? Sabotage a power plant?

Remember the time we blew up an arms dump by mistake?

What a mess!

This is a private visit.

Did you ever see that girl again? What was her name?

Miko.

You were crazy in love with her. A real lap dog.

She died yesterday.

I'm here for the cremation.

Sorry. Didn't know.

But you knew I was here.

I'm still with Intelligence.

- Where to? - Here's the address.

Shinjuku? The red-light district! Hookers everywhere!

But you didn't come for that.

That way.

- Mr. Fiorentini? - You got it.

You look exactly like Ms. Kobayashi's portrait of you.

- 20 years on, of course. - 19.

Quite right. 19.

Please, take a seat.

Ms. Kobayashi named you her sole legatee.

She left you all she possessed, which I have here...

...in this box.

Please sign the receipt and acceptance of the will.

You were a poet back then.

The best is on your military photo.

Where it began, it shall end.

Did she have a last wish I can take care of?

Yes, just one. Her daughter.

Until she comes of age.

Her daughter?

- How old is she? -19 going on 20.

You mean her mother-- That I--

You mean I might-- Her mother--

I mean-- What's--?

- What's her name? - Yeah.

Her name is Yumi. You'll like her.

Hold on!

- What is this? - An introduction.

- You mean she's... - Next door. She got out of prison today.

- Out of prison? - It's not very serious.

When she found out her mother had died...

...she got drunk and hit some cops.

Some cops?

Let her tell you.

Hold on!

I have a 19-year-old daughter who's just out of jail?

I adapt quickly, but let me think about this.

Is she really mine?

On her birth certificate, you see your name is in the "father" column.

According to your partner's will, you were the only man she knew.

- So why leave me? - She doesn't say.

Have you told her about me?

I thought you'd like to tell her.

Sure! I come back after 19 years. "Hi! Daddy's here!"

After losing her mother, she'll love meeting you.

What if her mother met a guy just after me?

Who knows now?

You could ask for a DNA test to be sure.

But from what I've seen, she's your daughter.

And she's next door?

Don't say anything-- Her father and all that.

As you wish.

I don't want to upset her any more.

- It's a fragile age. - Of course.

- Although you'd never guess. - Indeed!

The door?

What'd she say?

She asked who you were.

Tell her I knew her mother. I'm a friend.

Got a name, dude?

Tell her my name is Hubert.

I think she speaks French.

Hello. I'm Hubert.

Yumi! Behave or I'll hand you over!

The cops don't scare me! I hate them!

Can we have a drink?

- Sake? - Whatever.

Thanks. That's better.

Why didn't my mother ever mention you?

Why did she teach you French?

- She worked at the embassy. - Me too. That's where we met.

- Why are you here? - Your mother chose him as sole legatee.

He'll take care of you until you come of age in...

Two days. Cool! You won't be around long.

Be nice to your...

...guardian!

Your mother's last wish...

...entrusting you to Mr. Hubert...

...shows how much she thought of him, even if she never mentioned him.

So, if your mother trusted him, you can trust him also.

It's only for two days.

Come on, let's go see Mom!

Let's walk. It's not far.

How about a taxi?

- I'm on the verge. Don't argue with me. - Okay, fine.

He doesn't waste time!

Can I ask you a question?

For the next two days, I ask the questions.

Okay, then.

You still got it. Five minutes, you have a girl!

She's Miko's daughter. Mine too!

She's hot.

I didn't know you had kids that hot!

Me neither. Stay discreet and can it.

Shit's hit the fan again.

Hello, Miko. Good to see you.

Whatever happened, she always had a hint of a smile.

Just like yours.

When did you last see her?

Nineteen years ago.

I'll leave you together.

You must have lots to say to each other.

Why didn't you tell me? Why?

I'll look after her for you.

She's all I have of you now.

Stand back.

- What are you doing? - Force of habit.

- You're a doctor? - Sure, I'm a doctor.

- What did she die of? - Cancer.

Do you have her file?

It's at home.

- What's your specialty? - Surgery.

Cosmetic.

Great! I need a nose job. Look, I have a huge nose.

It's no fun at my age to have a huge nose.

Your nose is fine.

It's horrible!

- Must be my bastard father's nose. - Bastard?

- Do you know your father? - No.

Luckily for him. If I did, he'd be dead.

Why so much hate?

He seduced my mother. Then he raped her!

- He didn't? - He did!

Tomorrow, I come of age.

I'll work my ass off to set the yakuza on him.

I have to sit down.

- You want some more sake? - No, a chair's fine.

This is Momo, an old pal who lives in Tokyo.

You look so much like...

- ...your mom. - You knew her?

- Not at all. - Let's go.

- You told her you're a cop? - You nuts?

She'd freak. I lost her mother, I won't lose her.

She can handle it.

You're her father, right?

She doesn't know that!

- She'd kill me! - That's tough.

She knows Miko's her mom?

Just how stupid are you?

Of course, she knows!

This thing's so complex, I can't keep up.

- My aunt, Atsuko, Mom's sister. - Shit!

What's that?

She knows you from somewhere but she can't place you.

Good. I mean, it's too bad. Now, about that file.

It's in there.

Wait outside.

You sure?

Can I take a piss?

I'm going to wet myself.

- Nice bedroom. - Maybe I'll change the wallpaper.

- What do you think? - Why not? A forest scene, deer...

And some bunny rabbits too?

I was thinking more of a giant nuclear mushroom cloud...

...with lots of tiny people dancing to techno.

That's not bad, either. Where's your mom's room?

She lived up in town. Only spent weekends here.

- You like music? - Love it.

Maybe later.

The file first.

Here it is.

- What did she do? - I don't know.

Her work was a big mystery.

You're not kidding!

- What are you looking for? - Nothing.

It's just routine.

If you want the next two days to be fun...

...stop treating me like some kind of idiot!

You took samples from under her nails and near her nose.

Somethings not quite right with her file.

And, for us...doctors, no evidence is no proof.

For cops too.

For cops too.

I'll run some tests. You'll be the first to know anything.

Is that a deal?

It's a deal.

You're smart.

- I try. - Will you help me find my father?

Sure, but mourn your mom before you kill your dad.

He probably lives miles away.

Who told you that your mother was raped?

- Mom. - No way! I mean, goodness me!

Wouldn't your mom have put up a fight?

Why would she lie?

To protect you. Or maybe to protect him.

Why protect a guy like that?

Maybe he isn't like that.

You do need new wallpaper.

Right now!

Get this to a lab for analysis.

- What is it? - That's what I want to know.

- Is tomorrow okay? - You have one hour.

I'm so glad he's back!

I'll transfer some cash for you.

- Are you rich? - My bank loves me.

I'll wire you an allowance every week.

- Weird! Mom did exactly the same. - Yeah, weird.

1000 francs every Friday. I always spent it by Monday.

I hope there's more than in the box.

Ask how much there is and how to transfer from France.

- I speak French, sir. - Great.

What's that?

Electronic signature.

Thanks.

How much is the yen worth?

It's in dollars, sir.

Are you sure? There must be an error.

Indeed, I understand your surprise.

This is capital. Interest goes into a separate account.

Shall I print it out too?

Sure, why not?

- In dollars still? - Yes, would you like the total?

Don't worry. Forget it.

Ballpark's fine.

Well, is there enough?

We'll get by.

What about the wire, sir?

- What? - The transfer.

- Two thousand. - Dollars?

Francs.

I'll never forget this.

- It's not much. - It's a lot!

You're like a dad to me.

I'm sure your real father would have done exactly the same.

But he's not here.

I'm so lucky to have met you.

Signature.

Now let's go shopping!

- Go easy, now. - I never spend more than I have.

A commendable attitude.

200 million dollars!

- Like it? - Sure!

Can I use your phone?

Momo? What about the tests?

The results from the crystals are in.

Ferrous mercuric potassium, a.k.a...

Cyanide!

A new cure for cancer?

Unlikely, but you're the doc.

You're the cop. Tell me:

Cyanide traces, doctored medical file...

...dirt under her nails. Conclusions?

Someone helped her die and didn't expect you on the case.

This is a red alert.

- Meet me at the Imperial in one hour. - Equipment?

All you can get hold of.

It's Christmas!

What's up?

You'll smell great all week. Why not try a vest or a sweater?

With pleasure!

We'll do the whole store.

Fiorentini. I have a suite booked.

Yes, sir. Welcome to the Imperial.

I apologize for asking you this...

...but is the young lady of age?

She's my daughter.

Papa!

I didn't mean to be rude, sir.

Put those in the bedroom.

Good idea. "My daughter."

I had no choice.

He's pretty dumb.

We don't look at all alike.

Maybe the nose.

A bit.

- Want a drink? - No, thank you.

A drop of sake?

Maybe later. Don't you want to try on your things?

- You want a show? - Sure. Get on the runway.

I went shopping.

You'll love this.

All your favorites!

Heat-seeking rocket launcher.

400 grams each. I got two.

Compressed-air missiles.

Rip out a tree at 50 yards.

Maximum efficiency!

- You sure she's your daughter? - Meaning?

She's nothing like you.

Maybe the nose. Next up?

Miniature bazooka. Stops a tank at 100 yards.

Anything a bit more discreet?

City wear? I have discreet.

Light but classical. .357 Magnum.

The latest Uzi, 50 rounds a second...

...and one from Russia that fires mustard gas.

From Argentina, rubber bullets. And I picked up a few grenades.

I'll take this one.

I knew it. How about some grenades?

The idea is to remain discreet. Not to freak her out.

- What's the deal? - I have no idea.

First, the woman I love vanishes.

19 years on, she leaves me a kid and $200 million.

$200 million?

In Yumi's bank account.

For now. The way she spends it, it'll last three days.

Even so. $200 million!

And we have goons in shades tailing us.

After the money, I guess.

You guess? $200 million...

"Where it began, it shall end." That's why Miko chose me.

She tried to make contact. That's it.

Someone stopped her. So, she left me clues.

And $200 million.

Enough. It's not yours, so forget it.

Can we see Miko's security file?

I'll call a pal in Japanese Intelligence.

The answer to this lies in her past.

- Ready! - For what?

I'm going out.

Like that? I mean, it's chilly out. How about...

...an anorak?

Or an oilskin?

I'm going dancing, not fishing.

Anyhow, I'm always too warm, like Mom.

I remember.

Aren't you scared? The streets aren't safe.

- Swarming with rapists. - What?

Not every night. I mean--

If I have to die, I may as well die partying.

If you're so worried, come with me.

Play the dutiful papa.

You seem to enjoy it.

The grenades!

This is a nightclub?

Uncle Hubert and Uncle Maurice.

Let's dance!

No, honestly, I'm too old for that. I have bad knees.

Come on! For me!

Cross your legs over!

Good first try. I'm proud of you.

Your turn!

No way. I have bad everything.

All right, just one go.

- What's he say? - He wants a fight.

It's a game where knees are optional.

- Where? - Over there.

Let's go.

Shit, I was winning.

- What's up? - I'll explain later.

Go ahead. I'll watch first.

Okay if we postpone our shootout?

- How do we get out? - That way.

He's back!

Sorry to spoil your evening.

- Who are you? - I'm not a doctor.

Thanks. I think I noticed that.

Who are you? Killing all those people?

And who were they anyway?

Why were they armed too?

- Get that? - Not a word.

Calm down and I'll explain everything. Here...

Dry your eyes.

Now she reminds me of someone.

Go find Miko's file and call the lab for the results on the dirt.

- Meet me at the hotel. - I am so sick of driving.

Miko wanted me here.

She trusted no one. Except me. Even after so long.

She wanted to tell me something. A secret.

Someone had her killed before she could tell me.

They tailed us. I think it's you they're after.

Me? What for? Why would they be after me?

That's what I want to know. She had a place in town?

I only went there once, two years ago.

She had left something important behind.

We went over, but she wouldn't let me go in.

I stayed outside the door.

When I said that I wanted to see where she lived...

...she slapped me.

The only time she ever hit me.

You recall the address?

Was your mother always so Zen?

She was tidy but not this tidy.

Someone got here before us.

Why take the furniture?

To search it.

They don't know your mother.

"Never place an object in an object that can be displaced."

- I don't get it. - You will.

I still don't get it.

How did you know about that?

We had the same training.

Tell me what it says.

Just names and numbers.

Now we're getting somewhere.

You may be, I'm not.

My mom calls in a friend who shoots people...

...and punches holes in the wall.

Listen. Trust me.

The nightmare will soon be over.

Come on, let's go.

This time, they left the furniture.

- What were they after? - Nothing.

They’re just trying to intimidate us.

They'll be in touch soon.

So, what do we do? Go?

No, we sit down and wait.

- At least they don't make hooles. - Make what?

Hooles.

Holes.

"Ho" like "horse"...

That's it. Then "L" like "lion".

Deep breath.

- Welcome to Japan. - Thank you.

I am Takanawa. That probably means nothing to you.

Not a thing!

I'd like to meet you, if you have a few minutes to spare.

- With pleasure. - I hear you are a golfer.

Indeed. It relaxes me.

Me too.

Let's have a game. My car is waiting downstairs.

Fine.

- Hole. - Well done.

- What's the story? - Golf!

At a time like this?

It helps me think.

And in golf, you have to get the ball in the...hole!

Terrible.

Can you have the room made up?

Are you deaf? I got it.

We have a problem. By the door.

Right. I have Miko's file and the lab results.

Here. Don't lose it.

Tail us and be ready to act.

Not now!

What kind of stance is that?

Bend your knees. You're not a duck!

Arms higher!

Stick to PlayStation, old fella.

That way, you won't lose any balls.

I hear you're good...

I hit the ball at least.

So good you're dangerous.

Let's not exaggerate.

I'd like a demonstration.

Why come back to Japan after so many years?

Not enough bad memories?

Time makes them all good.

Isn't it money that lured you back?

I don't follow.

I mean the $200 million you discovered...

...in your daughter's bank account.

Papa?

- Bastard! I hate you! - Calm down.

You're a filthy liar!

I wanted to tell you. But you were so angry.

You walked out on me and Mom.

I didn't walk out!

She ran out on me without a word.

I only found out you existed yesterday.

If I'd known about my amazing daughter...

...I'd have done anything to find you both.

I'd have stopped all this.

Papa!

My darling girl!

Touching. But before letting you get to know each other...

...I want my money!

Even Yumi can't touch the money.

The account is frozen until she comes of age.

Which means we have nine hours to wait.

At 10 AM, the bank will be open and your daughter will be 20 years old.

Congratulations.

Wait.

A tricky shot, but when it comes off...

...it's a hole in two.

Nobody move! French Intelligence!

Are you okay?

Enemy neutralized. You're 20 seconds late.

- Shit. - What?

- The grenade. - What about it?

The pin's out.

- That's some grenade. - There was a case of them in the trunk.

What've you got?

Miko took maternity leave 19 years ago and that was it.

Miko took maternity leave 19 years ago and that was it.

Her file vanished.

But the Defense Ministry opened one on her, marked top secret.

I couldn't access anything except...

...some photos.

These are just wedding photos.

Look at the groom.

The son of the yakuza boss Takanawa, a.k.a. the Zebra because of...

The scars on his face.

- Know him? - Golf partner.

- And? - 5th row, on the left.

- Miko at a mob wedding. - I don't believe it. Not her!

That's not all. Miko joins the Mafia. But in a quiet ceremony last month...

...she is decorated with Japan's highest award.

A double agent...

...on a secret mission...

...to infiltrate and destroy the yakuza.

She had to make a clean break from her past.

She left me to serve her country.

You'd do the same.

Probably.

The rest is simple. After some success, her cover's blown.

She empties the Zebra's account, leaves me clues to finish the job.

Careful, that's really strong.

Even so, there's a piece of the puzzle missing.

Which one?

I don't know.

Why keep Yumi from me?

Maybe she didn't want to get you involved.

When she could no longer protect her, she called for you...

To protect her from herself.

She knew the kid would just blow the 200 million.

What's this called?

Wasabi.

Great stuff.

It's really good.

The dirt under her nails?

From Kyoto.

Of course. That's where we declared our love.

Where it all began, it shall end. Let's go.

Hurry! We have to be at the bank at 10 AM.

My beloved Hubert:

I gave my life for my country and I regret it.

All those years without you.

Even if I know, in some ways, you never really left me.

You will be in my heart forever.

Take care of our child. She's wonderful but extravagant.

Here's the code to rein in her spending.

There should be enough for you both to be safe and happy.

It's not much, but maybe Yumi will make up for the bad memories.

And doesn’t time make them all good?

Your beloved and devoted Miko.

- The old crew still around? - Except the dead ones.

We're going to need them.

Commissaire Yasumoto, please.

- Deposit or withdrawal? - Withdrawal.

- Cash or transfer? - Transfer.

Easy. Jot down the account you want to empty.

And the one you want to credit.

Do you follow me?

- Lausanne? In Switzerland? - Correct.

Magnificent.

- We're in a hurry. - Right away, sir.

- How much? - All of it.

- Both accounts. - Yes, both accounts.

That'll keep him in hookers.

- What? - I said, you'll have fun spending it.

$200 million is... It's a healthy sum.

You are 20 or over?

Since this morning.

That's perfect.

She may sign.

Sign...

Sign!

All done. Happy birthday!

Enough! Give me my receipt.

Oh, no, receipts...

I do receipts.

He does receipts.

I wouldn't do that.

Either he drops it or you won't get out of here alive.

In that case, neither will you.

Well played. I lose.

Defeat only makes victory sweeter.

Name your price.

You can't afford it.

The $200 million are now in my account.

Just flew away.

Yumi, come here.

You saw me play golf.

I'm just as good a shot with a .45. Call off your men.

It's all over now.

Come on.

Wait for me!

It can't be!

- You know Takanawa the Zebra? - Of course.

He's inside. He and his men tried to rob the bank.

I had to dissuade them.

Are you in Japan long? Or can we start tidying up?

Go ahead, it's a big mess.

- Mr. Fiorentini's in the black! - About time.

200 million euros?

Hold on, I don't need protection.

I know. We're protecting people from you.

It was great to see you.

- In Paris next time. - For this much fun, you bet. Here.

- What's that? - Wasabi.

You liked it so much...

Maybe for breakfast?

It's sweet of you, thanks. Take care of her.

Count on it.

Why, when I just find my father, does he have to go?

Two days ago, you wanted to kill me.

Teenagers are like that.

They can't make up their minds. They cry for no reason.

I have something for you too.

I didn't have time to go shopping...

It was your mother's. I kept it for 20 years. Now it's yours.

One month. One little month.

Graduate high school while I atomize your room.

It will be the longest month of my life.

For me too, Yumi.

You can go through.

Newspaper? Champagne?

Just peace and quiet until we get to Paris.

Certainly, sir.

Can I have your attention?

Who do these belong to?