All language subtitles for 1970 Violent City 鐵膽雄心.ENG

Quick, get out of the car!

Coogan!

Let's run away together.

Wherever you wish, and
for as long as you want.

- You don't even know who I am.
- I don't care.

I'll leave my whole
life behind me.

You should do it too, Jeff.
But can you?

Just try to relax, dear.

Think happy thoughts,
bask in the sun.

Look at all this
beauty surrounding us.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Weber sent you, huh?

He's getting me out of the can so I
can join his organisation, isn't he?

No, Jeff. I came on my own.

I heard you were in trouble.

You were my first client, so I
hold you in special regard.

Don't get so uptight.

I don't want any obligations towards those
guys, but I'm glad to see you again.

That's better.

Very well, Jeff, let's find a way to
get you out of the can one more time.

Tell me what happened.

All you need to know is that
I fired in self-defence.

- The gun I used belonged to one of them.
- Good.

The judge will want to hear more details.
Jeff, why did they try to ice you?

Say they mistook me for another man.
A mistake.

You're seriously convinced a
judge will swallow that fib?

Maybe if we convince the girl who was with
you to testify that the gun wasn't yours...

What girl? There was
no girl, I was alone.

Why lie, Jeff? They saw her.

Find some people who
didn't see her, then.

You just have to say that I fired in
self-defence and that I was alone.

Jeff, this isn't the
time to be sentimental.

Besides, you're not the type.

Keeping her out of this
could cost you too much.

She won't be out of it.

Hey, is anyone there!?

I need somebody to talk to!

These two are driving me nuts!

Care to tell me why you
always keep your mouth shut?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't you like our company? Or maybe you
got the blues for being locked in here?

Let me tell you
something, Jeff Heston.

You should feel mighty glad.

If we lived in a fair world,
they'd have hanged you already.

Yeah, with your eyes bulging out
like a couple of fried eggs!

Self-defence my ass!

You have plenty of folks
on your conscience,

without even considering those three
bastards! Everybody knows that!

Sure, old Jeff Heston is a
consummate, highly-skilled pro.

He leaves no evidence behind,
no witnesses, zilch!

Just a couple years in the
can, that's all he gets!

And here I am, a two-bit crook
who, for stealing 400 lousy bucks,

will spend the next ten years
rotting away in this cesspool!

Stay still.

Stay still!

Take it off! Please,
take it off!

Please, take it off...

Hurry, please...

Hurry...

Jeff, throw that spider away!
What's wrong with you?

Jeff!

What's he doing!? He's mad!

You had to prove you're a tough
guy even behind bars, huh?

Leave me the hell alone.

I met someone once.

He was a good husband
for forty years.

A good father, too.
And a good citizen.

One day, instead
of going to work,

he bought an automatic pistol,
stood on a street corner,

opened fire and
killed three people.

People said he was deranged,
but it wasn't true.

He had only discovered
his true calling.

That man was born to Kill.

He could happen to me.

To you, even.

We know what killing means.

We used weapons by trade.

Then, one day,

we finally realise
we did it all wrong.

We realise that we have a
conscience, after all.

20000 dollars. You're
asking a lot, Jeff.

It's not even a real
crime, basically.

My uncle is almost
eighty years old.

Eighty, mind you.

It's just about giving fate
a little push, after all.

You'll feel no regrets.

I'm a professional.

- Hello?
- I'm a friend of your nephew's.

He asked me to tell you that
there's somebody out to kill you.

What are you talking about?
What does it mean?

Who is it?

Where's this killer?

He's waiting for
you on the pier.

Peek out if you want to see him.

Hello? I can't hear you.

Hello?

Hello?

But... I don't see anyone.

I can't hear you
anymore, answer me!

I'm a professional.

I looked at him.

That had never
happened to me before.

All the others
were just targets.

Why did I look at him?

You better find a new line of
work when you get out, Jeff.

Something snapped inside you.

Don't ask me how, though.

It's because of her?

You loved her and
she betrayed you.

Shut up, old man. That's enough.

You look good.

Let's go, Jeff. Weber
wants to talk to you.

You know what?
You're a lucky guy.

You just got out of jail and already
have a job waiting for you.

- I don't do that kind of jobs anymore.
- 50000 dollars.

I said no.

Goddammit, Jeff, anyone here would
pull a trigger for that kind of money.

Excuse me, sir.

- This gentleman here has an offer for you.
- What?

Hi, Jeff.

They strut around like
a bunch of army men.

A bunch of card-punching killers
with benefits and pensions.

You were right to say no and refuse
Weber's offer to join his outfit.

You're a different breed.

You're like me, a free man.

We like to think with our
heads, act with our hands and,

when the time comes, pay in
person for all the risks we take.

Excuse me a minute.

What the hell was that? Your
daily good deed to go to heaven?

Nope, heaven costs me fifty
bucks a day, that's a lot more.

Heroin. The blind
fellow is my contact.

Why don't you play that song I like, old
man, when you're done with this one?

Sure thing.

I would like you to do a
little research for me.

Who do you want me to find?

Jerry Coogan and
Vanessa Shelton.

- I need to know their whereabouts.
- Okay.

And I need to know
as soon as possible.

- Skinny?
- Yeah, that's me.

Your car's ready,
it's over there.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome
to Irish Hills, Michigan.

We're about to begin the sixth trial
of the Canadian-American Challenge,

the prestigious Can-Am.

The most famous drivers from all over the
world are taking part in this trial.

A crowd of almost 40000 has gathered
here from all over the nation...

...to follow this exciting race and
cheer and suffer for their heroes.

Racing ace Stirling Moss Ace
will direct the competition.

The mechanics are performing the
final tests before the race,

and the cars will soon be ready to battle
each other at 300 kilometres per hour.

Though they are all
veterans of the sport,

there's a palpable tension
among the drivers.

This tension is certainly justified
by the stakes of this challenge.

This Can-Am trial,
as a matter of fact,

can be considered a decisive test towards
the conquest of the current racing season.

Let's have a look
at the competitors.

Denis Hulme.

Jonas Peter.

Jerry Coogan, the reckless billionaire
industrialist with a passion for racing.

Now the cars are being taken
to the starting line.

Race director Stirling Moss
will drive the pace car,

preceding the other vehicles as they parade
at increasing speed for the first lap.

As you know, this will be a
prelude to the actual race.

These incredible yet delicate mechanical
marvels are being pampered by their crews.

The drivers follow this process with
attention and, we dare say, affection.

They are fond of the vehicles in which
they'll soon have to prove their skills,

not mentioning the ability to
preserve their personal safety.

The engines are firing up as the
cars reach the starting line.

Thanks to their trained ears,
drivers and mechanics alike...

...try to find any
last-minute issues.

The race will start
in a few minutes.

We are broadcasting live
from Irish Hills, Michigan.

The drivers are ready.

The cars are increasing
their speed.

They're like a pack of purebred
horses competing to see who's faster.

- Are we stopping?
- Sure.

No luck finding the girl.

I've asked around and searched
everywhere, nobody knows anything.

Or they don't wanna
spill what they know.

I'm sorry, Jeff. You wanna
hear some good advice?

- No.
- Well, I'll tell you anyway.

Forget everything and disappear. A little
sun and some fresh air will do you wonders.

But I'll keep looking,
if you really insist.

I'll send you a message
if I find some leads.

You better leave town, Jeff, trust me.
Don't get yourself into trouble.

I have to find her.

Immediately.

I'm sure, my dear friends of the Old
South, cradle of American civilisation,

that all of you will be glad to open your
hearts to this humanitarian initiative.

The faith in life of these innocent little
victims of poverty will be restored.

When they'll learn about having so
many friends they've never met,

perhaps they'll understand the
message of civilisation...

...that America is trying to bring to
the poorest peoples of this planet.

So, if your heart says you
can help us and our cause,

then give your donation to the
basket-carrying ladies walking among you.

Jeff!

I know you're never
going to believe me.

It's so awful doing everything wrong all
the time, without ever making up for it.

When you and I met, I had been
Coogan's girlfriend for a long time.

As jealous as he is, he
found out soon after.

He had me followed,

and it didn't take him long to
discover what was going on between us.

They also told him what you did, and he
decided to use you to get rid of his uncle.

Then he wanted to dispatch
you and take me back.

That he accomplished.
You went back to him.

Yes, I went away with him,
but what else could I do?

It was only for a short time.

I couldn't forget you, Jeff,
nor forget what he did to you!

I left him shortly after.

All right, I was wrong
and I'm still wrong!

I'm always wrong, but it's only
because I can't stand being alone!

We can start over, Jeff! I'll
leave everything behind!

No! No! No!

Jeff!

Jeff, not here!

No, leave me alone!

Jeff! Please, leave me alone!

Jeff!

Every time I'm with you, I get
caught up in violence and blood.

This whole city is always
full of blood and violence.

You only see it when
you are with me.

Let's go.

This is for you.

Hello, honey.

My name's Heston, I've reserved
two tickets for Miami.

- Here's your tickets, sir.
- Thanks.

They left this envelope for you, Mr.
Heston.

Cancel our booking.

What do you know about
those pictures?

What sort of sick joke is this, Jeff?
You gone crazy?

Is that the reason
why you did it?

Put that thing away.

That woman really drove you nuts if
she pushed you to take it out on me.

I was the first
to arm your hand.

What the hell's gotten into you?

I'm the only friend you have.

I won't forget that, Jeff.

You can cross me off your list.

All right, I was wrong. But I
have to be able to defend myself.

Against me?

I sided with you, didn't I? I don't
know anything about this stuff.

I helped you, that's for sure. But I
won't do it again, mark my words.

No!

This is for your little
photographic hobby!

Who are you working for?

Who are you working for?

No, please! They'll kill me!

I can do that myself.

No! No!

No, please! Mercy!

No!

No! No!

- No! Please don't!
- Leave him alone, Jeff.

Why, this Frenchman's
a true hero.

Poor chump, and all for nothing.

I ordered the photos, Jeff.
He could have told you.

I was actually looking for you to
have a little chat about them.

You better keep your cool, we brought
you an invitation. Strictly personal.

You know what, Jeff?
You are photogenic.

You better come
along with us, now.

Didn't I tell you the
boss wants to see you?

- Hiya, Jeff!
- Hello, Steve. What a coincidence.

Not really, Weber
owns this club.

I come here all the time to play
tennis and work out a little.

- What are you doing here?
- Weber wants to talk to him.

Go tell him he stopped to talk to
me, he'll join you in a minute.

All right.

He's over there in that
Japanese-style cottage.

Don't take too long, Jeff, you know
the boss doesn't like to wait.

- You and Weber planning something?
- Nothing, he just wants to see me.

Look, I know it's none
of my business, but...

Well, be careful with Weber, he's
not someone to be trifled with.

He squeezes people like lemons
before throwing what's left away.

- I hope he's not scheming something against you.
- You work for him, too.

Right, but I'm the one
using him, not vice versa.

I'm a lawyer, and I'm used to
working with those kind of people.

I'm even able to convince them that
certain violent methods are outdated,

and should no longer be
used in this day and age.

Jeff.

Look, I want to make you a proposition.
It's about a company in Venezuela.

It's a clean business, mind you.

I'm fronting the whole deal. It's one
of the organisation's latest purchases.

Just say yes and I can make you
leave today. Don't go meet Weber.

Steve, I have to see him.

Sure, you have some good
arguments, but he's got some too.

Jeff?

I'm going to my office
now, I'll stay till late.

Come visit me when
you're done with Weber.

- All right.
- One last thing.

Those who give the orders are
not always the ones in power.

I made you an offer, Jeff, and
you turned it down with a lie.

You said you didn't want to work anymore
and instead you did that Coogan job.

You never lie to daddy, because he'll
find out the truth no matter what.

Especially if daddy is a suspicious,
ruthless son of a bitch like I am.

That wasn't a job, I
did it just for me.

You shouldn't feel
offended so easily.

I'm not, but I can't
allow certain things.

It's a question of authority.

I have to make myself respected
for the organisation I represent.

Otherwise I could remain
with fuck all any minute.

It used to be different.

Back in those days, getting rid of one
of the boys every now and then...

...was enough to
set an example.

That's how you made the others
behave like good soldiers.

But today's younger generation has turned
cynical. They complain about everything.

- They have no respect.
- I want those photos.

- And I want you to join the family.
- I've been an orphan all my life, Weber.

- I'm used to being alone.
- Well, even orphans get married.

You can't live in isolation,
especially in this day and age.

You must belong to something, be it a
group, a political party or a congregation.

People can crush you
when you're alone.

No one in my organisation would have had to
face what you did in the Virgin Islands.

I wouldn't have allowed
it, you get what I mean?

Now listen, I have some
beautiful plans for you.

My organisation is changing in many ways,
it's getting stronger, and even more legit.

We've started operating at
a serious, national level.

We don't need two-bit killers
in these new ventures.

And if we eventually
need to hire a hit man,

we go straight for the
best, to pros like you.

You'll get a regular salary, a pension
and all the freedom you want.

Only catch is, you'll have to
come running whenever I need you.

Don't forget, we're not the kind of
family that sees divorce as an answer.

Don't worry, I know.

The bottom of the harbour is full of
divorcees, like a big underwater museum.

That sounded like something out
of a two-bit crime novel, Jeff.

I want to offer you an
even bigger package.

Say yes and I'll let your friend into the
family. What's his name? Kill a in, right?

- Kill a in? Forget about it.
- He'll stay out unless I say he can join.

One word from me and he'll join the
family, same as everyone else.

- I'll give you an answer tomorrow.
- No.

Wait, I'm not done yet.

I know you may not
believe me, Jeff,

but sometimes I get nostalgic
about the old days.

You cannot understand, you
are from another generation.

You cannot even imagine how
the wheels turned back then.

See that bank, for instance?

I had a machine gun in my hand
the first time I visited it.

There were three of
us, what a loot!

Now I've bought the place and I
I chair the board of directors.

You have no idea how bored I am. I
would give it all up, mark my words.

Yeah, Kill a in often talks
about the old days too.

He didn't get to the position of power
you seem to loathe so much, though.

Fair enough, I'm both
ambitious and sentimental.

That can be a recipe for disaster from
time to time. See that skyscraper?

It's the new headquarters
of my company.

I busted my ass for years to
build something worthy of me,

and now it seems that
I make it look bad.

Those big shot graduates
who work for me...

...say I don't have to
be seen too frequently.

They say it's for the good of
the company, imagine that.

And our bigger clients prefer ignoring
that I exist. Can you believe it?

It makes them feel honest and spare them
from going to confession every Sunday.

I don't care about your life
story, I have better things to do.

Drop me at a cab stand.

Easy, Jeff. Be my guest
a little longer.

Try this drink, it's
called Midnight Passion.

It's all the rage here.

I'm not thirsty.

Do you like my house, Jeff?

It costs more than a fleet
of aircraft carriers.

But I had to buy it.

I have an incredibly
high-maintenance wife.

Before I married her, I gave her a million
dollar mansion just outside New Orleans.

I'm not complaining, she earned every bit
of it before the honeymoon was over.

She's a classy woman.

You know, Jeff, I'm not a
newbie and I know people.

Let me tell you something, she surprised me.
A very pleasant surprise at that.

Oh, I forgot you
already know her.

She was with you a
couple years ago, right?

And then she left you when
Coogan got his inheritance, correct?

Fear not, Jeff, I avenged you.

She dumped him as
soon as she met me.

You made the right choice,
she is too lively.

She'd have made you suffer,
but I'm actually relieved...

...whenever she goes on one
of her little escapades.

A little rest every now
and then suits me.

Women are funny. Even the sluttiest girl
in the world loves acting formally.

They want to keep
up appearances.

Every time she comes home from
one of her romantic weekends,

and she only does them
because I allow it, well,

she tells me all these lies which
she's good at coming up with.

That's one of her gifts, you know, she's
a great artist when it comes to lying.

Let's have a drink.

A toast to my wife's talents.

I told you I'm not thirsty.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- You were in jail.

I didn't have the guts to tell
you that Vanessa married Weber.

I felt a little
guilty, after all.

I had been looking for her while
you were waiting to be tried.

We were together the first
time Weber saw her.

You still can't get her out
of your head, huh, Jeff?

But she's bad news for you.

Forget the past, she's too
dangerous for you now.

Change your life like you wanted to. Go
away from this city and accept my offer.

You can start over, do
something for your future.

Then, once the organisation will
become a hundred percent legit,

I'll try to make you come back.

Hello? Mrs. Vanessa
Weber, please.

Can you tell me where
I can reach her?

It's all right, thanks anyway.

Thanks for coming, Jeff.

You like it?

It's my refuge.

Jeff! That was one
of your gifts!

That doll was a memory.

I don't want any memories.

No memories of yesterday and
no memories of tomorrow.

- I love you. Jeff.
- Live this moment for what it's worth. Nothing more.

I love you...

Oh, Jeff...

Where are you going?

I'm just going grocery
shopping, dear.

I want to buy something to eat, this
country air makes me pretty hungry!

Why are we stopping here?

I want to go hunting. Follow me.

If your intention is to Kill
me, Jeff, just do it quickly.

You met Weber, didn't you?

He stopped us at the airport.

And now he sent you
here to get rid of me.

He put that rifle in your hand,

but you're also doing it for
yourself, because you hate me!

I understood it while we were making
love, I felt all your hatred for me.

Just get this over with, Jeff,
that's all I'm asking you!

I can't stand physical
pain and you know it.

I've always lived my
life in fear, Jeff.

I need to feel safe.

I have to surround
myself with wealth.

The meeting with Weber was the
opportunity I was waiting for.

Steve came to see me after
talking to you in prison.

One night we went out together.

I'm disobeying Jeff's orders.

He didn't want me to come to you,
he doesn't want you to testify.

I was in love with Jeff.

It was horrible for me to find out
that he's a killer, a gangster.

He's a gangster, indeed. He'll have
to pay for it, but now listen to me.

No one is entirely good
or evil, believe me.

The line between the two,

or between legal and illegal, is
often laid by a good press office.

Or by an efficient
propaganda ministry.

Look at that man.

He could be in a prison in the
Virgin Islands like Jeff,

or sitting behind a
comfortable governor's desk.

Al Weber is a king.

He would like to meet you,
we're invited to his table.

I'm sorry for your king,
but I root for republics.

I've met wealthier
men than Weber.

No, it wasn't for his money.

You're ravishing tonight, my darling
Vanessa! Speak of the devil!

You're the talk of the town,
dear, nothing escapes my radar.

What do you mean?

Look at my column, next week.

I'll tell a juicy story about your
gangster boyfriend Jeff Heston,

including your holidays
in the Virgin Islands.

I have nothing to do with that.

Don't be silly, any publicity
is good publicity.

You'll become the number one
pin-up of every killer in America.

They'll stick your picture to
the butt of their machine gun.

Tom, please.

If I were you, Sandy, I'd avoid
mentioning Ms. Shelton on television.

You'll spare yourself a lot
of trouble, believe me.

The TV station belongs to him.

What do you say, Boss?

Are we too scared to talk about Ms.
Shelton's stay in the Virgin Islands?

I love getting sued.

I realised Tom's column was a success
once we achieved a thousand lawsuits.

Any troubles, Steve?

Tom Sandy wants to mention Ms.
Shelton in his tabloid column.

My column thrives on fresh news,

and I'm not afraid to report an
interesting story when I find one.

I'll tell that story, even
if it'll cost me my job.

Well, your wish
has been granted.

Isn't that right, Sherman?

Am I right or not, Sherman?

Has this impulsive young
man lost his job or not?

Speak up, I can't hear you.

Yes, Al.

Get your butt off that seat, Steve, it's
time me and Miss Shelton get acquainted.

I better stay and
look after her.

You're a dangerous man and
Vanessa is too important.

It was wealth mixed with power.

Pure oppression, which
trumps over everything.

You couldn't understand.

You're oppressive in
your own way, though.

I'm weak.

I guess that I...

I saw strength and
safety in Weber.

I paid dearly for it.

Jeff, it was so disgusting
living with him.

Sleeping with him, feeling his
big, sweaty body on top of me...

Jeff!

My friend Kill a in.

- One of Weber's goons?
- New acquisition.

Who still comes
with the price tag.

I bring you good news.

- What kind of news?
- A simple funeral announcement.

You and the boys go to the
Olympic Club and wait for me.

I want us to be alone.

Well, old boy...

I can't really say I
disapprove of you.

Vanessa behaved rather
poorly with you,

and she was starting to do the same
with me, if you don't mind me saying.

What I mean to say, Jeff, is that I'm
not going to mourn her for long.

I hate to sound cynical,

but Mrs. Weber was sticking her
nose in my business a tad too much.

That's why I allowed you to
have a weekend with her.

Everything went peachy, right?

You behaved like the
pro you are, I bet.

Yeah, everything went well.

- Except for poor Kill a in.
- Kill a in?

What about Vanessa?

I'm here, Al.

Jeff, she screwed you again.

Where are the photographs
and the negatives?

In there.

The key.

I'm sure she already had a second
one made, am I right, darling?

The key.

Vanessa.

As you can see, the mistress of
the house is very well informed.

You're making such a
huge mistake, Jeff.

Coogan, you and me. And now
you're getting screwed again.

You think it'll end with you?

She's using you.

She simply wants to put her
lovely bum on my throne.

Point your gun against her and I'll sign
you a check for ten million dollars.

These are the ones you're
looking for, Jeff?

Burn them.

What a good girl.

You better send her
away now, Jeff.

Vanessa hates
violence, you know.

Isn't that right, dear?

Go. You remember
all the details?

Hotel Constark, Miss Brown.

- Don't take too long, darling.
- Vanessa.

Farewell and congratulations.

My dear little Vanessa...

I gotta admit it, she
really got what it takes.

But you're a real disappointment,
Jeff, mark my words.

The way you lose your strength
with her is quite amusing.

It's like she sucks it from you.

There's one thing I want you to know, and
I don't care if you believe me or not.

She's screwing you again.

In addition to the negatives, there
were some copies in the safe.

She made them disappear,
right under your nose.

No.

If she did, you would
have told me right away.

You're going to kill me,
isn't that right, Jeff?

Amuse me a little, at least.

What's wrong? Don't you have
the guts to pull the trigger?

You got some doubts?
Any second thoughts?

You better prick up
your ears, Jeff.

You're screwed for life now.

You've eaten the forbidden fruit and
you're out of the Garden of Eden.

If you kill again, your victims
will haunt you forever.

What's the name of the hotel where
you're supposed to wait for Jeff?

- Why? Who are you calling?
- Police, of course.

- What's the matter? Something's wrong?
- Wait, Steve.

- I cannot do it.
- What is it? Do you have any remorse?

Those three days you spent with
him rekindled the old flame?

You haven't learned
anything, then.

He'll do you for good, if
we don't have him arrested.

He knows the sort of
bastard you are, by now.

I'm a bastard, there's
no denying it.

But it's only thanks to me that you've
been able to sit on that comfy chair,

and babble about law and
justice for so long.

I was the one risking
my neck out there.

I had to marry Weber and
go to bed with him!

Even if I had tried to offer myself, I
don't think Weber would have enjoyed.

But allow me to boast about
discovering you, and setting up...

...this "Vanessa operation" which gave
us an organisation worth billions.

In any case, Jeff is finished.

The cops are after him,
his days are numbered.

- You know how many people he killed?
- What about your victims?

- You wanted Weber dead.
- No, dear. The two of us did.

But Weber won't be
on our conscience.

We only had Jeff target
him instead of you.

And it's Jeff who
pulled the trigger.

The sooner it's over, the better it'll
be for all of us. Jeff included.

Where's the appointment?

- Has a certain Miss Brown arrived yet?
- Miss Brown? No, not yet.

Watch out, there he is!

Calling HQ, target located on
Dennis on Street, he won't escape us.

Calling all cars involved in
the capture of Jeff Heston.

I repeat, calling all cars involved
in the capture of Jeff Heston.

Keep searching the area and
report all sightings.

Dispatch more units
to zone twelve.

Urgent priority.

To all the cars, keep
searching the area.

We're alerting the State Police,
the harbour and the airports,

in case Jeff Heston manages
to evade our pursuit.

Interrogate every witness
and report any...

You're very beautiful. And you
have something else, too.

I know.

There's no point in making a toast
now, Steve, we'll celebrate later.

But this isn't for
the grand opening.

It's for us, we deserve to
celebrate some good news.

They found him.

Located him, more like. He's in Africa,
working with a mercenary outfit.

Using a fake
identity, obviously.

One of Nicholson's agents
managed to find him.

I'm talking about
Jeff, of course.

I wonder how he managed to leave
the US and get to Africa.

Well, then it's all sorted out.

Africa is far enough, aside
from being full of dangers.

I would have preferred a
more radical solution.

Interesting choice of words.

You make it sound real polite.

But to me it means seeing Jeff
squirm on the electric chair,

or riddled with
bullets by the cops.

You scare me, Vanessa.

You agreed to betray him,

yet you're still mad about
that filthy Killer.

A man that smells of death.

I can smell it on you too, Steve.
And it's even stronger.

He's always been a
risk-taker, at least.

It's people like you,
or like us, actually,

who never pay for what we do.
Almost never.

- Here's your speech.
- I don't need it. I know what to say.

Don't underestimate me, Steve.

You're a fast learner, Vanessa, I
give you that, but you still need me.

We're in this together, and that's
the way things are going to stay.

But don't forget that I was the brains
of this operation, and I still am.

We'll get married after observing
a proper period of mourning.

Then you'll really see how far I
can lead you. How far we'll go.

I know very well
where I want to go,

but I also know that I want
to get there alone, Steve.

You were right, you know.

It's good to feel
strong and powerful.

But two people cannot
hold that much power.

It must remain in the
hands of one person only.

Mine, in this case.

You better be very
careful with me.

The people working in the new Weber
skyscraper are all waiting for me, Steve.

From the doorman who
will open my car door...

...to the members of the board
of directors on the top floor.

Me, Weber's widow, who holds the
majority of the company's shares.

Be a good sport, dear. After all you're
still my trusted and devoted lawyer.

Jeff!

Please, my love.

Please, don't make me feel pain.

- He shot five times!
- Quick, close the window!

- What's going on up there?
- Go have a look, hurry.

Shoot.

You must be a rookie.

You better shoot
or I'll kill you.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi