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Oh, my God!

What in hell happened?

I hope the apartment meets your approval.

As you'll have seen on your passport,

you are now Gilda Robbins, from Boston.

You'll be 30 next August.

We furnished the apartment

as would an ambitious female manager.

That's your fianc� in the photo.

There's also your university degree,

music, films, etc.

On the desk, you'll find business cards

for the company you came here to work for.

Soft Robotics Limited.

Your office has also been set up for real,

and the phone numbers are functional from this moment on.

If anyone calls your business number,

it will be diverted to one of our numbers in Chicago.

There's a little present for you in the vase in the corridor.

That's it.

You will report to me as arranged.

Enjoy your stay, Miss Robbins.

Very elegant today.

And you're a voyeur.

Basic security measures.

This is the first time we're operating in Asia.

I know how to look after myself.

My first contract?

We're still negotiating.

Keep me informed.

Leaving already?

If I enjoyed being looked at,

I'd audition for a reality show.

The victim?

Arthur Claney, a businessman.

We've suspected him of money laundering,

but we never managed to catch him.

Who does this apartment belong to?

The whole building's being renovated.

The boys down at Forensics are analyzing all fingerprints,

but it's a mess,

with all the workmen coming in and out of here.

Well, if the killer is who I think it is, there's no point.

She never leaves fingerprints.

Well, she must've used gloves, then.

No.

She just doesn't have fingerprints.

She's very professional.

So why are you here, Mac?

Well...

a couple of years ago, this little lady blew away an important businessman

whose partner took me on to investigate the crime.

Delicate matter, a few million dollars disappeared.

The press have dubbed her "The Tiger."

I'd say more of a chameleon.

She's very good at camouflaging herself.

Do you have an Identikit for her?

Yeah, we got loads, none of them very accurate.

I've been chasing her for two years.

That's a long time.

It's a hell of a lot longer than I've spent chasing any other woman.

Ah, don't get dressed.

Hey, come over here.

I've got an appointment.

Ah, not tonight.

We'll have dinner sent in, watch a bit of TV,

and just hang out together like a normal couple.

We're not a normal couple, Michel.

Come on, honey, please.

I don't wanna share you with anyone.

Money is no problem, I told you.

I'm here for you.

Don't you understand?

You've become like all the others.

Listen.

I'd love to have you all to myself too.

I'd also like to explore Mars, or be, I don't know,

Mother Teresa.

Bit it's not always possible to do what we want, is it?

His name is Alarita Ashkan.

Lebanese.

45 years old.

He's been there three years now

and has already built up a small empire.

Never goes out alone.

He's always escorted by professional Malaysian bodyguards.

He spends a lot on security.

Oh, okay, I guess you speak English.

Yes.

That was so dumb of me. I, I, I got distracted.

It's nothing serious. I'm kinda in a hurry now.

Well, at least take my insurance info.

Don't worry, It's all right.

Just give me your license number,

and I'll pass it on to the car rental company.

I... I feel bad.

So how can I make it up to you?

The insurance will take care of that.

You're a foreigner here. They might try to rip you off.

Maybe it's best we call the police,

They'll take a record, and it'll be official.

No, no, no, uh, I really don't have the time for that now.

Give me your phone number.

Why don't you give me yours?

Okay.

This is my office number.

Would it be out of place if I sent you flowers at your office?

Yeah!

I don't think that would go down very well.

But you have my number.

So restricting the investigation to the States

and people with criminal records,

we're down to about 15 women

of more or less the same age as our suspect.

And none of them with fingerprints.

Why is that, then?

Well, mostly from accidents or, you know, injuries to their hands.

Well, 15 is not bad.

But what if she isn't American or hasn't got a criminal record?

We're screwed.

Right.

Well, I suppose we gotta start somewhere, don't we?

Are you okay?

I should thank you.

I didn't do much.

I'm Lin.

Gilda, Gilda Robbins.

Hi. Do you fancy seeing where I work out?

So, what level Dan are you?

None, really.

- You want some? - Thank you.

I learned a bit for self-defense, but never for competition.

You seem so professional.

I'm a very pugnacious woman.

Too pugnacious, actually, as men tend to say before leaving.

You move very well too, Lin.

Oh, not really.

You've guessed what kind of job I do, haven't you?

Many women stay with guys only for their money or power.

I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

Listen, the other day, on the terrace.

Ah, you thought that I like to watch, right?

Sort of, yeah.

But I didn't really mind.

I thought it was quite fun.

Perhaps it's a rivalry between women.

I'm sorry. I was just curious.

It won't happen again.

They're checking you out.

I reckon they're checking you out.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No, but it's my fault.

These days, when they approach me, I lash out.

Let's go?

Yeah.

I can't tell them apart.

Yes?

Who's George Woo?

I don't know. You tell me.

You gave him your business card.

He called your office today.

Oh, yeah, that must be the guy from the collision.

Those business cards are a front.

They should be used only if absolutely necessary.

Hen ran into the back of my car,

then suggested making a report to the police.

I just wanted to avoid hassles.

Well, he left his number and seemed quite persistent.

Call him and find out who he is and what he wants.

Give me the number.

So, basically I'm the offspring of a failed marriage.

My father was here from the States on business.

And fell for a beautiful Asian girl, my mother,

but, you know, they were just too different.

So, when I was 10, he left and went back to the States.

What do you do for a living?

It's a... It's a real paradox.

I actually work for my father.

You know, he's old now and lives in Atlantic City.

Let's say, more than his son, I'm his man in Asia.

Do you feel more American or Asian?

What do you prefer I play?

American...

or Asian?

Whatever your answer is, I'll behave accordingly.

You never ask a woman to disclose her thoughts.

It's up to the men to figure it out.

Then you force me to use my secret weapon.

Are you going to threaten me with it?

It depends on how afraid you are of the truth.

My mother taught me to read palms.

So I only need a peek to know everything about you.

If that's your secret weapon of conquest,

I warn you, you might be disappointed this time.

An accident?

I don't feel like talking about it, okay?

Sure.

I love you.

I love you... so much.

Breakfast.

- Good morning. - Thank you.

Do you have to work today?

That's a forbidden question, you know that.

If you love me, honey,

there shouldn't be any forbidden questions.

And you can't go on living like this.

Are you ready to leave your wife for me?

Yes.

Yes, but I need some more time.

And you have to be patient.

Sure, what's the hurry?

With your wife in London, you can fuck me whenever you want.

Ah, don't say that, please.

I love you.

And I will take care of you.

Get the fuck out of here.

All right.

I'm off, then.

Okay.

Can I call you tonight?

That's okay. I'll be busy.

I'll call you.

Is something wrong?

No.

Well, how about tomorrow night?

You know, I've got a lot going on right now, George.

Best if I call you.

Right.

See you.

Shit.

How could you have brought him home?

When I saw you guys making love,

I realized he wasn't just a client,

that there was something special between the two of you.

Evidently, not special enough for him to leave his wife.

At least not yet.

What's his excuse?

His wife is a major shareholder in the company where he works.

Leaving her would involve a whole series of financial problems.

But if he doesn't face up to it, it's better we end it.

Anyway, enough about Michel.

What about the guy I saw you with?

He seems cute.

Yep.

Sweet.

He's thoughtful, almost shy.

But I prefer not to let it go any further.

Are you scared of falling in love?

I don't know.

But anyway, I'm here to work, and I can't get distracted.

Hello, could you show me the bathroom, please?

Third floor and to the right.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Well, well, well.

Her name's Lisa Riley.

She's originally Hungarian,

but lived in Boston for quite a while.

No one's heard from her for 10 years.

As for the other women,

they just don't qualify for other reasons.

Only problem is that she disappeared into thin air.

Anyone report her missing?

No, she has no trace of anything.

No bank accounts, no email address,

no parents, nothing.

Her hands?

Bad accident.

She tried to rescue her best friend from a burning car.

Nothing cold-blooded killer about that.

Let's go!

Then she's the one.

So Washington and Paris, Madrid, Las Vegas.

We've shown the photo around, and they all confirmed it was her.

She's not even trying to hide.

Do you think she's fucking with us?

Either that, or she wants to be stopped.

She hasn't always been made of ice, you know.

There's a lot of self-destruction in what she's doing.

Yeah?

What?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'll tell Mac.

All right. I owe you one, man.

Another murder.

What?

Our Lebanese crime boss.

No fingerprints and a very professional kill.

It's her.

I think so.

Where?

What's wrong?

I'm not feeling too hot.

I have an appointment at home, but I don't want to be found.

Do you mind if I hang out with you for a while?

Oh, I'm sorry. You're probably expecting someone.

I didn't mean to disturb.

Don't worry.

I'm not expecting anyone.

You want a drink?

Yeah, sure.

Come.

And Michel?

I just can't stand it anymore.

I keep rejecting him,

and I know he feels terrible.

That makes me feel even worse.

Well, love is bit like the flu.

It's useless to try to cure it.

You just have to keep warm and wait until it's over.

Has it ever happened to you?

The flu? Many times.

Just kidding.

Yeah.

A long, long time ago.

I feel really comfortable with you.

I can trust you.

You're a real fighter.

You're so much like me.

No offense.

No, I'm not offended.

There are people whose job is much worse than yours, believe me.

Stop it, Michel, go away.

Please open the door.

I need to talk to you.

It's worse like this.

It's over!

Oh, darling.

Gilda!

I couldn't wait for you to get back here.

Hey, what's up?

It's an official request for a legal separation

that Michel sent his wife.

Through her law office in London.

Wow, that's great!

Michel's chosen his dream.

Do you realize that?

He's chosen me.

And his wife?

I don't know.

Apparently, she already suspected something,

but I don't give a damn.

Michel's also resigned from his job.

He's taking me away from here.

I'm very happy for you.

Come over and have dinner with us tomorrow evening

so I can introduce him to you.

Okay.

Dreams do come true, Gilda.

A different life is possible.

His name is Michel Ducroix.

Enclosed you'll find all his details.

He's been there a year now,

and has a lover.

Dispose of them both.

This is the client's explicit request.

I need to talk to you... now!

Do you hear me?

What are you doing in the office at this time of night? Working overtime?

I want to know what this is all about.

Are you referring to your new assignment?

We had a deal, remember?

I accept any kind of assignments.

Disputes over business, drugs, money, politics,

but not a crime of passion.

Who says it's about a crime of passion?

Who do you think will want a man and his lover killed

if not the man's wife?

Look, I've already identified the client.

And this is against the rules.

I can't do this job.

Listen, Lisa.

Never use that name!

And you never use that tone with me!

Listen! There's a rule that prevails over all others.

I accepted the assignment, so you can't refuse it.

Good night!

Lisa Riley.

I can tell you

almost anything you want to know about her.

The only problem is

we don't know which name she's living under over here.

Why did you come to us...

instead of going to the police?

Well, put it this way.

My clients are interested in finding her

before the police do, so that she can explain a couple of things.

And I just want some information from her about some other crimes,

and then we'll hand her straight over.

How do you know she's still here?

I believe she hasn't finished her job yet.

I think she's still around.

Are you able to find passenger lists

of incoming flights over the past few months?

The person who sent you must have told you

we don't lack resources.

Well, that's good

because the first thing we need to do

is check all Western women aged 25 to 30,

that arrived here alone,

because, believe me, she was alone, I know her.

Our collaboration, Mr. McWilliam, will cost you a lot of money.

Well, that's the least of my problems.

Lin's always talking about you.

Lin's always talking about you.

If you were a guy, I would be jealous.

She's told me a lot about you as well.

Nothing too bad, I hope.

Oh, no, on the contrary.

Well, we have our difficult moments, but...

now finally we can start a new life together.

Please excuse me.

Oh, no, you're kidding.

She's such a beautiful person.

Oh, yes.

Unfortunately, life has given her a pretty rough deal.

I hope I can make up for it.

You're brave.

You're turning your life upside-down for her.

She gave me the strength to do it.

One more thing I have to thank her for.

Oh, stop talking about serious stuff, you guys.

Dinner is served.

- Ooh, wow. - Wow.

Nice.

- So? - Okay.

Cin-Cin.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Now, this is not your Chinese rose liquor,

or whatever it's called.

This is Chartreuse.

It has been aged for more than 10 years

by monks in the French Alps.

And it's formidable.

Wow.

Delicious.

So how did your wife react?

Oh, very well, actually.

At first she tried to make me change my mind.

And when she realized I was unmovable,

she accepted it.

You sure about that, Michel?

No woman is ever really happy when her husband leaves her,

and especially for someone like me.

What do you think?

I must admit I find it a little bit strange.

You know it has been over between us for a while,

and she knew it as well as I did.

Yeah, but even when there is no more love in it,

there is still humiliation,

or the desire for revenge, no?

The fact is she's agreed to the separation,

and to be honest, we are trying to speed things up.

I've got an appointment with a lawyer in London next Wednesday.

Are you going as well?

No.

It's only for three days.

There is no point in coming.

But then, I will set up my things here,

and we will head off together.

My dear friend,

here is the information you asked me for.

Five years ago,

Michel Ducroix worked for New Standard,

a multinational manufacturing electronic components.

It's rumored that before he left,

he was responsible for the disappearance of $30 million

from the company's slush fund.

It was the perfect crime,

because it was undeclared money.

Nobody could report him.

What does this have to do with his wife?

A lot.

First of all,

Ducroix hasn't got a wife.

He will have one next Saturday

when he gets married in London to Rose Taylor Reed,

and English aristocrat.

The marriage to the Countess

works as a kind of life insurance for him.

The Multinational thugs won't dare touch him now.

The risk of getting the company into a scandal is too high.

A real son of a bitch, I'd say.

Hi, Gilda.

What's up?

There is something here about Michel.

It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not.

But it's only right that you get to see this.

Michel? What do you mean?

Hey! Take it easy, okay?

I'm looking for Mr. Wang Hua.

So... any news?

We have a few names.

My men are working on them.

Shouldn't be too long before we get to her.

I told you, I'd call you.

I've had a lot of shit going down these days, George.

What?

Okay, just give me 10 minutes, okay?

So... do you feel calmer now?

You know, my mother used to say,

when you have too many problems, the best thing is

to pull out the plug for a bit.

Your mother had a lot of strong opinions, didn't she?

It's been a lovely day, George.

Thank you.

Although you're kinda strange today.

Am I?

Well, one day you're the tough manager who takes me to bed

and then vanishes... and the next,

you're so sweet and tender.

And there's nothing here to help me understand you.

Wow.

What are we celebrating?

Let's play a game.

It's because I'm leaving, right?

And this is how you want me to remember you?

Yeah, baby, I want to remind you

of who I really am.

Are you still angry?

I thought you agreed it was best if I went alone.

What if I changed my mind?

Look, Lin, it's too late to book the flight,

sort out your passport, and all that.

I thought so.

All right.

Let's not talk about it.

Look, darling, I'm going, getting divorced

and coming straight back.

Trust me.

Nasty intentions, huh?

It wasn't necessary, Michel.

If you wanted to fuck me again before going back to London,

you could have asked me.

Lin...

You didn't need to tell me all those lies.

Everything's fine.

I offered my throat to you

like tiger cubs do when they trust someone.

And you stabbed it.

What the hell are you talking about?

I know everything, Michel.

You just need to give me an address where I can send you a wedding present.

Did you really believe that someone like me

could marry a whore like you?

But I never lied to you about one thing.

I'm crazy about you.

And I repeat my offer.

A monthly check,

and you are at my disposal every time I come back here.

Okay?

I don't think you're ever leaving this place.

What?

Goodbye, my darling.

No, no, no!

What are you doing?

No! No!

It's her.

It's gotta be her.

As far as the U.S. government's concerned,

she doesn't even exist.

We found The Tiger!

After two long bloody years of chasing her tail.

Can you find out where she lives?

Yes, but it will take some time.

Get on to it.

When were you planning on telling me?

I can't believe you're sneaking back to the States tonight.

Is this what you usually do?

Fuck a guy and then fuck off?

Don't make it more difficult, George.

A one-way ticket.

Weren't you here

to run a company or something?

They transferred me.

Today I had one last thing to take care of.

And then... And then you'll be leaving

without even saying goodbye to your employees?

Because your office has no employees.

It's well planned.

I call you, and a woman answers me in Chinese

from New York or God knows where.

Imagine, someone gets paid just to stay near a telephone

on an off chance, which means...

you are important.

George.

Who the fuck are you?

Sit down.

Gilda.

Gilda.

Who the fuck were you supposed to kill today?

What was the one last thing, girlfriend?

You still have to take out someone else,

even after the Lebanese hood?

So you knew who I was from the start, right?

Well, we were only suspicious about you.

So we kept you under surveillance.

You didn't need to sleep with me to arrest me, you bastard.

Arrest you?

You're not a cop?

Stay still, bitch!

Did you really think you could waltz into our territory and do as you fucking like?

Watch out, Lin!

You know, my mother used to say

don't trust strangers in traffic jams.

You have to leave this place immediately,

with or without Michel.

He's dead.

What?

I killed him.

Oh, shit!

We've got to get rid of the body.

The police will be after me.

Your problem is not the police, Lin.

Much more dangerous people will be after you very soon.

Listen to me.

At 6 p.m., there is a flight to Nairobi.

Take it.

From there, go to Malindi.

I have a very good friend there.

His name is Colin.

He'll help you to change your identity.

Just tell him that Lisa sent you.

Go.

Gilda, what's going on?

Lin... They're coming, Lin!

Go and do as I told you!

Now!

I don't give a damn!

We've been intercepted, don't you understand?

I have to abort the mission.

Michel Ducroix is not enough.

You have to dispose of his lover too.

That is the deal.

You know what?

Fuck you and your contract!

Did you know him?

No. I never seen him before.

We got here too fucking late.

She was here until a few minutes ago.

Damn it.

We must go.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Yes?

Mac.

Ah, Tim, listen, I don't want to know any more, okay?

I just want to get on my plane and get drunk.

Listen, man, before you get wasted, I got to tell you something.

My FBI friends have identified the corpse in The Tiger's apartment.

It was an assassin from the local mafia.

They were probably just settling accounts with an intruder.

Well, that makes sense.

Anyway, I don't give a shit anymore.

You know the smell of her was still in that room,

and I got there too late.

I've had it with this fucking case.

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I still haven't given you the good news.

Remember that name you gave me,

that Gilda Robbins girl?

Well, she rented a car a few days ago.

And?

Well, the car is equipped with a satellite system,

so I got the route she took

after she left the apartment.

That car has been parked for the past six hours.

And you're a bloody genius. Where is it?

You used me, didn't you?

McWilliam, we have found the killer's car,

and we were going to call you.

Oh, were you really?

I don't understand.

On the contrary, Mr. Hua,

I think you understand very well.

You used me to get to her,

and when you got the confirmation you needed,

you asked your man to knock her off.

Goodbye, Mr. McWilliam.

I'll bet you a nickel you sent the order

to finish her off right in front of me, didn't you,

with that phone call you made.

You screwed me good, Wang Hua, but you know what?

She screwed you!

Go home, detective,

if you want to avoid trouble.

Who the fuck do you think you're threatening?

You asshole!

Go fuck yourself.

Miss Riley?

Miss Riley.

No!

Here I am, girls.

What are those?

They're my own creation.

They're called...

Two Tigers.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

What's in it?

That is my secret.

Whimsical man.

He taught me everything I know, and then some.

By the way, there's still something I don't get.

If Michel's murder was commissioned

by the Multinational,

why would they want to do away with me, too?

By getting rid of you as well,

all suspicion would have fallen on his fiancee.

You were just smoke in their eyes.

If I hadn't been your friend,

you would have killed me.

To tell you the truth, I was tempted to do it anyway.

Well, you wouldn't have managed it.

Oh, really?