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Five-letter word

for a tropical fish.

Fourth letter P.

Guppy.

No offense.

That job we talked about
is tonight, my cushla machree.

And do they deserve this death?

I wouldn't ask you
if they didn't.

No one leaves that room alive.

When they built this church--
what, 200 years ago?

Two hundred and fifty-two.

Did they ever think it would
get turned into a Starbucks?

'Cause that's what I hear
the plan is.

Maybe God likes coffee.

It's nearly his favorite drink,
if it weren't for Guinness.

Sey.

Ah.

- Mm.

: Oh, man.
I don't speak French.

Your friends call you Coco.
Does that ring a bell?

- Coco?
- Like, uh, chocolate?

Where are you going?

Taking your sister to dinner.

Ah.

- Then for a fuck.
- : Okay.

And where would
a slum boy like you

get the money
for this fancy car?

Your sister again.

I'm her pimp.

- Forget the sisters, okay?

Let's talk about heroin.

Where were you Tuesday?

Monsieur Coco,
you're under arrest.

- Okay?

Aah!

Police!

Another happy customer?

I watched him leave.

He was walking on air.

He was walking on shoes
that cost 10,000 euros.

But he... he treats me
with respect and, uh,

always brings
the chocolates I love.

I'm a diva, I suppose.

No, you're simply the best.

:
Mm-mm.

- I got it.

Is it true what they
say about chocolate?

It's not good for you?

Has the man who did this
bothered you again?

No. Business as usual.

You know,
most take no for an answer,

but this man took it personally.

Excuse my curiosity,
but, um, this awful man...

...how did you discourage him?

You need to use a language

a man will understand.

Well, if he's a poet,
you speak from your heart.

Depends on the man.

Did you find a language
he understood?

- The next time you want a suit,

you go to Marks & Spencer,
do you understand?

Never darken the door
of that old man's shop again.

Do you understand?

- Aah!

He understood.

Beautiful, no?

The alterations are invisible.

- I always say

women will fall in love
dancing with a man

wearing one of my suits,

but if a man were to dance
with you in this...

...sacrebleu.

Are you Serge?

Maybe.

I'm Zee.

You're expecting me, yes?

And you are what they sent

to take care of this business?

What are you doing
after we are done?

I'll be gone. Far from here.

A shame.

How about a little privacy?

Civilians are boring.

- Hey, get out! Get out!

You heard the man. Get out.

Yeah, yeah, get out, get out.

You carrying?

Hmm.

I'm not sure
where I would put it.

Just to be safe...

Nice.

Okay.

My boss wants to make a deal.

A deal?

No deals.

He pays our price.

End of negotiations.

How about this:

You give back
what you took from him,

apologize...

...and never set foot in Paris
ever again.

Otherwise...

...we turn this into a night...

...that only I can remember.

Oh, my God.

I can't see.

I... I can't see.

:
Oh, fu...

I can't see.

Can someone...

I can't... I can't see.

Can somebody please help me?

:
Help me.

Wait, wait.
Can you please help me?

Everything okay?

Nothing to patch?
No bullets to dig out of you?

I'm fine. Everything went
according to plan.

But you didn't fulfill
the contract, my cushla machree.

Don't call me that.

I don't want to antagonize you.

But the contract was clear:
everyone in the room.

So why'd you leave the American?

She was just a kid.

Uh, some singer
they brought back there.

Yeah, but she was in that room.

That means she's not a civilian.

What did she do?

What made her a pro?

Do you trust me?

You know I do.

Your rule is "no civilians."

It's my duty to ensure
that is always the case.

I made you a promise.

Does she deserve this death?

I wouldn't ask you
if she didn't.

I get it.

This is always
when it's hardest for you.

You're feeling forgotten, unblessed.

A monk without a god.

What, it doesn't bother you?

Well, we're kindred spirits.

You know, we're both outsiders,
and outsiders aren't trapped

the way those on the inside are.

Their rules don't apply to us.

We're free of 'em.

That's what I think.

Keep thinking, Finn.

It's what Gobert pays you for.

Mm.

And you keep doing,
my cushla machree,

'cause you're very good at it.

Sey.

Alves.

This is, uh, Officer Sidney.

He's with Europol,
out of the UK.

All right. Come on.

- What have you got?
- So...

...just before you started
chasing Coco,

he was texting a girl:
"I miss you, I love you."

Usual bullshit.

The girl sent back
she was writing a song for him.

So he said, "Text it to me."

- Is this going somewhere?
- Yeah.

We played the song
Coco had on his headphones.

A girl singer.

But we ran it through Shazam,
and nothing.

- Yeah, like a demo.
- Exactly.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now, those guys

killed last night
in Paradis Latin...

The Marseille gang.

The girl who was wounded
was a singer.

So I played the demo for the DJ.

Same girl, same song.

Good work, Alves.

But then you will love this.

The men killed at the club--

one died of gunshot wounds.

The other four
were killed by a sword.

- A sword?
- Judging by the wounds,

the blade would suggest
a samurai sword.

- But it hasn't been found yet.

So, someone walks into a club
with a samurai sword,

kills four men with it,

shoots another, walks back out

and no one sees a sword?

What'd you investigate
at Europol-- ninjas?

Not a joke, sir.

A samurai sword.

:
Good morning, Officer.

I'm Vice-Consul Noone
from the U.S. embassy.

I'm here to see Jennifer Clark.

- Has anyone been to see her?
- Uh,

no, you're the first.

Who's there?

Hi, Jennifer.

I'm Miss Noone
from the U.S. embassy.

Oh.

It's Jenn.

No one calls me Jennifer.

Ah. Jenn.

What happened to your eyes?

They're not sure.

There's so much swelling
and pressure on the optic nerves

from hitting my head.

Will it get better?

They don't know.

It could be temporary
or permanent.

Until the swelling goes down,
they don't know.

Could you do me a favor?

Of course.

Could you call my mom?

She'll be worried sick about me.

Are you close with her?

I'm her problem child.

But, uh...

if I had a second chance...

I would make it up to her.

- Who's that?

Sorry.

I'm Inspector Sey, Miss Clark,
with the French police.

And you are with
the U.S. embassy?

Miss Noone.

I came to see what I could do
for our citizen here.

Enchanté.

I've already told the police

- everything I know.
- Yes.

You were singing at the club,
and these men--

one of them--
invited you for a drink, yes?

Yes.

And the next thing I knew...

guns were going off and...

everything went dark.

Miss Noone?

Uh, how do you spell that, please?

Um, I have questions

to ask Miss Clark.

- Officially?
- Oui.

Then I think
she's lucky I'm here.

Okay.

Please describe the killer
for me, Miss Clark.

The killer?

You must have had
a very good view.

Uh...

I was confused.

I think someone might have
put something in my drink.

Do your best.

Whoever they were...

I didn't see them.

By the time it started...

...I was already...

...blind.

Did they have a sword?

A what?

- A sword.

Forensics say

that some of the men
were killed with a sword.

I don't know.

It's just...

the whole thing was crazy.

Do you know a man named

Phillipe Hugo?

He goes by the name "Coco."

May-Maybe.

I don't know.

Seems like everyone I meet
uses a nickname.

Well, it's interesting
because...

he's dead.

And when he died, he was
listening to one of your songs.

Makes about as much sense
as a sword, I suppose.

Oh, damn it!

Oh, I'm so clumsy. I'm so sorry.

- What happened?
- I knocked over your I.V.

- Damn it.
- It's okay.

Accidents happen.

She's lying. Your countrywoman.

- About what?

Everything,
as near as I can tell.

And how can you tell?

A policeman knows.

So, if I stole a croissant
at the café this morning,

you would know?

Not the detail,
but I would feel it.

Well, thank God I'm innocent.

- Of most things, at least.

What's the rest of your day
look like?

The usual.

Paperwork,
more visits like this.

My work is...

predictable.

- And you?
- Same.

Back to the office.

Being a policeman
can be a dull profession.

Good luck with your case,
Inspector.

And you, Miss Noone, good luck
with your United States.

- Hello?

Hello, Inspector Sey.

Yes?

This is Carl Staley,
the civil attaché here

at the U.S. embassy.

Yes, I was looking
into your colleague.

We don't know who this, uh,
Vice-Consul Noone is.

Yeah. I see.

Thank you, Mr. Staley.

The neo-Expressionists.

My money-laundering accomplices.

Postmodern primitivism, but...

playful.

Yes?

Don't know. I don't get it.

You know, I am out 75 million.

How?

I fronted our friend,
the Saudi prince.

His father cut him off,

so I financed the drug buy.

What happens if I have
to eat 75 million euros?

Hmm. Sell your Basquiat?

I am not sure it's even real.

You are, though.

Ireland's loss is France's gain.

- Do you ever miss it?
- Aye, yeah.

A woman or two.

Don't miss prison.

Let's sit.

You know what else is real?

The street value,
75 million in pure heroin.

300 million.

What does the prince have
to say for himself?

He wants to go home.

I'm sure. Home to Daddy.

Yeah, but first, he has
an appointment with the police.

- One of our friends, I hope?
- I wish.

It's Inspector Sey.

Again?

I got nothing
against honest cops.

I just need them behind desks

where they cannot
do me any harm.

But Sey?

He's a real pain in my ass.

Merci.

Inspector.

Prince Majed Bin Faheem.
Enchanté.

Please.

Yes. Okay.

I lived in this city
my entire life.

I never knew this existed.

Well, if you want a nice place
to stay in Paris,

buy a hotel, right?

:
Yeah.

You've come to give me
an update on when

my airplane will be released
back to me, yeah?

I've come to ask you
a few questions about it.

You make it sound
like I'm a suspect.

Well, you are a witness.

Right?

So, your plane landed
at Le Bourget at 4:30 p.m.

en route from Beirut.

While still on the runway,

it was met by men
you assumed to be

the French customs officers.

Yeah, I had no reason
to think they weren't.

Yeah, sure.

It was broad daylight,
for God's sake.

Mm-hmm.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Did you recognize
any of the thieves?

No.

What did they want with you?

What was on the plane?

Nothing. It was...

- They made a mistake.
- Hmm.

Maybe.

Were these the men?

Mm-mm.

The men who raided your plane...

...are all dead.

Killed last night.

Doesn't that trouble you?

No, it pleases me, honestly.

And you should be pleased,
as well.

Do you know this man?

- No. Who is he?
- Gobert.

Jules Gobert.

A criminal.
Actually, that's unfair.

He's the Godfather of Paris.

Gambling, prostitution.

Heroin.

Everybody has to make a living.

Now, I am overdue

for a much more important
meeting than this one.

But you didn't answer
my question.

What did they steal from you?

I've been attacked

in broad daylight
on French soil.

As a courtesy
to a guest of your country,

release my plane
as soon as possible.

Zee.

Yeah, sit.

- Sit.

Here. Let's have a drink.

I'm glad you could make it.

Who's that?

It's Chi Mai.

She took Rudy's place
after he died.

I think you're a bit of a hero
to her.

You should give her
an autograph, maybe.

And your other friend?

Other friend?

Aye, she's a fan, as well.

Why is the girl from the club
still alive, Zee?

There was a cop.

It was all I could do
to bluff my way out of the room.

Why didn't you go back
after the cop left?

Uh...

I didn't stick around.

And before you let your paranoia
get the better of you,

she doesn't know anything.

I was there when he questioned
her-- she was out of it.

A civilian.

She couldn't even I.D.
the killer.

She's lying,
and you're slipping.

The point is she isn't talking.

Who are those guys?

I remember the first time
I ever met Zee.

Aye.
She was headstrong even then.

She had a split lip.

Eye swollen shut.

The Breton did this to you?

And you did this to the Breton.

You haven't got the ball...

- She was as fierce as a lion.

Skinny girl like you killed
the toughest pimp in Paris.

Were you one of his whores?

I'm no one's whore.

:
Apparently not.

If you're gonna kill me,
just do it.

Kill you? A real killer?

That's a very valuable
commodity, my cushla machree.

And that is a bit of Irish
for "beat of my heart."

You found your calling that day.

What happened to that lion?

It's fine.

It's fine. If you won't
kill the blind girl,

I can't force you to, can I?

They're going to kill her,
aren't they?

Oh, see, now I see the lion
creeping back in.

But if you have qualms
about this one,

just let the lion sleep.

Merci.

Whoa!

- Oui?

- Oh...

- Ooh...

Hey.

- Merci.
- Mmm.

Mmm.

Ah.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Tell me what he said.

He lied about everything.

A stonewall.

- But no one is untouchable.
- Hey.

Merci.

The plane was carrying
the heroin we were tracking.

I know it. Prince knows it.

And the girl?

The... the singer?

What does she have to say
about, uh, all this?

I haven't pushed her yet,

given the circumstances.

But I will, in a few minutes.

She's just around the corner.

If that's lunch, just...

take it away.
It smells awful.

Hey, Jenn. I'm gonna need you
to listen to me.

There are men coming here
to kill you.

Do you understand?

- What are you talking about?
- They're finishing

what was started at the club
the other night,

and that means you.

Do you understand?

Yes.

- Okay.
- I understand.

Then you're gonna
have to trust me

and do whatever
I tell you to do.

If you don't, you're dead. Okay?

Try and stay calm.

Almost there.

What's happening?

Wh-Why did we stop moving?

I seem to have run into
an acquaintance.

Inspector Sey, is it?

Yes. Vice-Consul No One.

You sound British now.

I'd really like to know how you
fit into this craziness.

To be honest, I'm not
entirely sure yet myself.

And you're trying to save her?

That means you can't be all bad.

Surprising.

Why don't you drop it?

I'm not the one out of bullets.

You're empty,
and I always have one left.

You awake?

Yes.

Yes. I'm awake.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

You'll be safe here.

No one knows about this place.

It smells...

old.

I don't mean that in a bad way.

No offense taken.

Ow.

Fuck.

Ah, sorry.

Ah...

Try and count your steps, okay?

Two. Three. Four.

Here, this is the kitchen.

Sink right ahead.

Um, uh, refrigerator, down here.

Tell me what you eat,
and I'll get it for you.

There's a lamp right here.

Okay.

Um, windows.

Open them if you like.

Nine. Ten.

Okay, watch your step.

Take two steps up to the bed.

Bed's on the left.

Oh, the bathroom is, uh,
directly opposite.

Maybe three steps.

Oh, I have a roommate.
Let me introduce you.

I bet he's hungry.

Don't knock him over.

He's kind of all I've got.

A fish?

His name is Why.

Feed him.

Why "Why"?

Because my name is Zee.

Mm.

- So, what happened to X?

We don't talk about X.

Mmm. Terrific breakfast.

I'm gonna have to bring
the chef home with me.

What did the policeman
want to know?

- Um, what happened.
- Mm.

What was stolen.
And if I recognized the men

as the same men killed
in the nightclub.

I assume you had them killed.

No. It wasn't us.

But does it occur to you that

if they are dead,
someone else has the drugs?

That's not my bailiwick,
as the Brits will say.

What else did the cop ask you?

He showed me a picture-- of you.

Entering this hotel.

Asked me if I knew you.

- Do you?
- Do I what?

Know me?

:
Well enough, my friend.

You don't know shit.

You have a problem,
you can run to your father.

My father is dead.

I know because I killed him
when I was 17 years old.

You should try it sometime.

My problem today is
I am out 75 million on this.

I need to make an example
of someone.

You are not talking
to a two-bit cop.

I'm Jules Gobert, sitting here
in this fancy shithole,

a self-made man, asking you,

- what do you know about this?
- Jules.

You are being unreasonable.

- Answer my question.

That's enough. That's enough.

Hey, hey. Put it down.
Put it down.

- Put it down.

Fucking idiot.

I want him dead. Put Zee on it.

No, that's bad business.
Think about what you're doing.

Zee on it now.

So, when did you come to Paris?

Couple months ago.

You?

15 years.

Geez.

Yeah, but never in this luxury.

My first night, I slept covered
in cardboard under a bridge.

I slept under the Pont Neuf.

Then I slept in the metro.

How long were you
under cardboard?

Middle of the third night,

it was lifted by...

some guy...

who bought me an Armagnac.

How about you?
How'd you get here?

Well, I came to Europe
to sing with my band,

but we broke up in Rome before
we ever even booked a show.

Then I met this guy, Coco.

He had a sketchy past,

but he believed in me.

He got me some clubs to sing at.

Said he wanted to be my manager.

Get me a record deal.

He had a line
on a big chunk of cash.

Said he needed it
to get away from his old life.

What about you?

What happened with that guy?

Just wanted to use me.

So it's over?

Yeah, ended with a bang.

A night that
only I can remember.

:
We turn this into a night

that only I can remember.

It was you.

You killed everyone
in that room.

Yes.

You're blind because of me.

No.

I'm blind because...

I believed a lie.

Because I was someplace
I never should've been.

Why do they want you dead, Jenn?

I have no idea.

Bullshit. You know why.

You just said
the guy who believed in you

was called Coco.

Coco was the name of the club

that they were
getting texts about

that he was dead.
You're involved.

I suggest you tell me
or I dump you in the street.

Maybe worse.

Okay.

Those guys from the club...

...they stole drugs
off a private jet.

Jet?

Yeah.

They're high-end thieves.

Coco was with them.

I was there, too.

He had me stashed away
watching it all.

Watching where? Where were you?

I don't know, some
low-rent neighborhood in Paris.

I-I don't know Paris.

Why did he
have you stashed away?

So I could open it
from the inside.

I helped him steal the drugs
that they had stolen.

What kind of drugs?

Heroin...

I think.

He was going to use
some of the money

to help with my career.

Stop.

Fuck! Fuck.

Fuck.

Finn was right.

No one in that room
was innocent.

Then what happened?

Coco made a call
and said he had the drugs.

Someone on the other end

gave him an address
to deliver the van to.

We drove around, um...

and we left it in...

- ...in Paris in a lockup.
- Where?

Where?!

It's in a van.

In a lockup.

Somewhere in Paris.

That's not good enough.

Why didn't you
describe the killer

to the policeman
when he asked you?

Because I was trying
to stay out of it.

Well, you're in it.

Stand up.

Why?

We're going somewhere.

There's two steps.

Where are we?

A deconsecrated church.

What does "deconsecrated" mean?

Abandoned.

No longer blessed.

I want you to sing.

- What?
- Sing.

I-I can't.

I said sing.

You're supposed to call
before you come here.

Check your phone, girlie.
I tried.

I'm in a bit of a strop,
as you may notice.

And why's that, then?

Because two very good
outside men are dead

in that hospital
'cause of fucking you.

No one finishes my work for me.

No one!

And if they're so good,
why are they dead?

Never send boys
to do a woman's job.

Oh, great. Okay.

Well, I won't make
the same mistake again, will I?

Where's the fucking girl?

I dumped the little blind bitch
in the waste incinerator

at Moulineaux.

She's in the air now.

Smoke.

There's my fierce lion.
She's back.

You tell Gobert the lion said
whatever's worrying him,

it's over and done with.

Hey, he appreciates you,
but it had to be done.

Okay?

Once you let bastards slide,

they start thinking
they can ice-skate.

That's good.
I haven't heard that one.

Keep calling me cushla machree,
and I'll demonstrate it for you.

Think you need a rest.

But I may have another job.
I just haven't decided yet.

Until then, leave me alone.

As you wish.

I knew you wouldn't let me down,

my cushla machree.

He's gone.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

The first time you came
to the hospital...

Mm-hmm?

You... you came there
to kill me.

Yes.

To finish the job.

You're a real-life hit man.

Hit... woman.

So why didn't you?

Finish the job?

My mother was a junkie.

And she... left us a lot.

Eventually OD'd, so...

...it was my job
to look after my sister.

And I-I failed.

I lost her.

But I... I see her in you.

And-and myself, too,
a little, I guess.

Except you still have a chance.

At a better life.

You haven't
crossed the line that I did.

Who am I to snuff that out?

You hungry?

Oui.

The gunmen at the hospital
weren't carrying any I.D.

No wallet, just cash.

Fingerprints haven't
matched yet, either.

And the car was stolen.

What else?

Well, I've been checking
the CCTV outside the club,

looking for the phony
embassy woman.

Is this her?

Yes.

That's arriving.

That's leaving.

She does not look like someone
who had just

killed four men
with a samurai sword.

Who in the world is she?

So you believe in fairy tales?

I'm sorry, what?

The Queen of the Dead.

A woman killer
so elusive, so skilled,

no one has ever seen her.

- The Queen of the Dead?
- No.

Stop it.

I heard it first at the police
academy. They say it was

the Queen who killed Belanger.

They also say
she got L'Orange Russe.

Yeah. And when she was a
little girl, she killed Kennedy.

L'Orange Russe.

No one knows who killed him.

In case you never
heard the story, I was there.

What else do you have
besides fairy tales?

Well, I've tracked her on CCTV

with facial recognition.

I don't know
where she lives yet,

but that's just
a matter of time.

Here she is.

I'm sure this is the Queen.

Well, for a queen,
she really enjoys takeaway.

This is about four hours
before the hit at the club.

And this is the day before.

And this is the day before,
and...

so on and so on and so forth.

She's a beautiful woman.

Why does no one
invite her to dinner?

I've reloaded
since the last time we spoke.

Hands above your head.

Either you're very hungry...

...or you have enough for two.

If you have any thoughts on
seven down, I'd appreciate it.

Where's the girl?

Does she know who you are?

Does she know she's blind
because of you?

When you see her again,
will you let her know

that you're the one
that killed her boyfriend?

They do this very well.

But don't you get tired

of eating the same thing
night after night?

I never get tired
of something done well.

Ah. It keeps the customer happy.

And you-- what do you do well?

I wake up in the morning.

- That's it?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it always
makes me laugh, actually.

I'm still here.

Still alive.

It's a miracle.

And what would you be doing
if you weren't who you are?

Well, when I was ten,
a teacher asked me

what I wanted to be
when I grew up.

What I wanted
to do with my life.

I said I wanted to be happy.

And she said I didn't
understand the question.

But I think it was her
who didn't understand life.

What about you?

What would you be doing
if you weren't a cop?

Mm. I can tell you.

You would be me.

And I'd be you.

- Seven down.
- Yeah, I can never finish

a crossword.

There's always one clue
that trips me up.

Rigoletto's forte.

Four-letter word.

Second letter E.

Well, I know Rigoletto's
an opera about a clown.

Rigoletto wasn't
exactly a clown.

He was a jester.

Ah.

Ah. Jest.

Can I?

By all means.

Crosswords in between
killing people.

How charming.

Do you ever feel ashamed?

You don't feel shame.

It's not an emotion.

It's a state of mind.

And if you live by your code,
you're honorable.

Shame isn't an issue.

- That sounds very convenient.
- Maybe to you.

- Not to me.
- Why did you save the girl?

What are you trying
to get from her?

Or are you trying to do
something good for a change?

Be careful, now.

You'll expose
all that new goodness

to the darkness
you carry inside yourself.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
but shouldn't you be, like,

forcing a confession out of me?

After we're done eating.

She'll be getting scared now.

The girl.

I'm sure you told her you'll
only be gone for a few minutes.

Can you pass me a napkin?

They put some in the bag.

Thank you.

Some of the boys
think you are a legend.

Hmm.

The Queen of the Dead.

Sounds like the boys have
a lot of time on their hands.

Maybe.

Have you ever been shot?

No.

You're lucky.

I have.

Maybe I'm just
better at what I do.

It was four years ago.

I was shot
by a Russian gangster.

You have the money?

You have the coke?

Ooh!

The wire I wore malfunctioned.

Fucking cop.

My partner was on the street.
I was on the roof.

I needed a way
to buy a few seconds,

give my partner time.

So, what did you do?

What would you have done?

Something absurd.

Such as?

Ask him a question.

To distract him.

Such as?

What size shoes

- do you wear?
- What size shoes do you wear?

What?

Why the hell are you asking me?

Hmm?

It was you.

You saved my life.

Why?

Fucking cop.

What size shoes do you wear?

What?

Why the hell are you asking me?
Hmm?

You were waiting for him
to come feed his pigeons?

They say a hit is how
your side keeps order.

I suppose it keeps thing honest.

That Russian was trying
to take over Paris.

Someone else just...
got to him before you could.

That makes it sound like
we're working for the same side.

Hmm.

Where is the girl?

We will sit here
for a million years

before I tell you where she is.

But I'll take you to her,
though,

on one condition.

Give me back my crossword.

If you try anything foolish,
I'll shoot you.

Stop, or I'll shoot!

His work has been inspired
by his street art, you see?

I think it's just bullshit.

If I buy five of them
and the fucker hits,

my investment will skyrocket.

And how exactly
do you make your money?

Guess.

In the stock market.

I am a gangster.

Are you messing with me?

I will be back.

Bartender?

Are beautiful girls
getting smarter?

That's the Viagra talking.

You always like
to tell the truth, Finn.

Tell me, then,
where is my heroin?

I wish I knew.

I don't like a mystery
any more than you do.

You want to know a real mystery?

Why hasn't Zee killed
Prince Bin Faheem yet?

Why is he still alive?

He's a tricky man to get to.

Everyone can be gotten to,
especially by Zee.

I'm still not sure
killing the prince

is the move you want to make.

You don't tell me
what move I make.

Why don't you enjoy your drink?

I stole your heroin.

The prince had nothing
to do with it.

He's as big a fool as you.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Jenn?

No.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Oh! Get away from me!

Help! Help!

- Help!

Oh! Get away from me!

Stop!

My old friend, I need a favor.

Zee, it's not safe anymore here.

A policeman came,
looking for you.

I said, "My customers are men,"

but he said, "Look at this."

I told him, "Anyone could wear
a bag from here."

But he didn't buy it,
and he was very aggressive.

Did he hurt you?

Oh, just a...
a little policeman slap.

What else about him?

He said if you came in,

I was to call this number
and say, "Your suit is ready.

You can come pick it up."

How'd you find out where I live?

After all these years?

I know everything
I need to know.

If it gave you a sense of
independence to think I didn't,

- all the better.

You don't know me at all.

I know you lied to me.

You told me the girl was dead.

Did you finally get tired
of being alone all the time?

Is that it?

Let her go.

She's got nothing
to do with this.

Oh, completely innocent.

Except she helped her boyfriend
off-load 350 million euros

of Gobert's heroin.

Did you hear
what happened to him?

He's dead.

Yeah, I was with him.

Could've been me.

What'll happen now?

The gangs will go to war.

I'll wait, see who offers me
the best deal for what I do.

:
Bullshit.

You'll find a way to take over.

I'm not French.
They don't take orders from me.

Even with all that heroin?

All the cash it will generate?

What makes you think I have it?

Because you're smarter
than everyone else.

Brains and brawn.

The two of us together,
we could make a hell of a team.

I want out.

It's easy to say.

But a gun is like a bad habit.

It's easy to pick up.

It's very hard to put down.

So you want out and you want me
to give up the girl.

What are you offering in return?
What's the deal?

See, you've lost your way, Zee.

That girl should be dead.

Instead,
you switch your allegiance.

Why? Because of some
fucked-up idea that saving her

will pay your penance?

God doesn't work that way.

God?

God forgot about me
a long time ago.

What deal do you want?

I need one last hit from you.

Does he deserve this death?

Oh, yeah. He's dirty.

He's a dirty cop.

He'll be at the farmers market
in an hour.

Just do it from a distance.
I want it clean.

Proof of life first.

You're so predictable.

- Jenn?
- Zee?

- Where are you?
- It's...

:
Where are you?

Satisfied?

He'll be at stall number 43.

It's painted on the ground
at his feet,

the number 43.

Your suit is ready.

You can come pick it up.

You can wear it in your casket.

:
I can see Sey trusts you.

By his smile, his body language.

You're obviously a cop,
and he thinks you're a friend.

They always send the Judas,
though, don't they?

Give him the phone, please.

Tell him his real friend
wants to talk to him.

Do it or die.

Shoot him.

What are you waiting for?

Hello? Sey? Pick up.

It's me.

Whoever he is, he set you up.

I was sent here to kill you.

He's been my partner for years.

He told you to meet him here,
didn't he?

Yes.

Well, then,
whoever sent me sent him.

He works for Finn.

You're right.

We are friends.
We are fucking good friends.

Where is the girl?

And what happened
to the fucking heroin?

When did you decide
to shoot Jax instead of me?

- When I pulled the trigger.

I needed time to think.

- How we doing back there?

- Sey, I'm bleeding to death.
- A shame.

All you need to do
is give us a little info.

Yeah, like where's Jenn?

I don't know.

- Where's the heroin?
- I don't know.

Jenn said that Coco put it
in a lockup in Paris.

Where is it, Jax? You know.

Sorry, my wrong.

- You mean "my bad."
- Sorry.

Okay. Okay, okay.

"Okay" what?

It's actually a disgrace
a cop knows how to do this.

Hello, my forgotten friend.

You set me up, you bastard.

After all these years.

After you let me down.
It's a sign you're through.

You've lost that edge,
which does not return.

So I'd call it a mercy killing.

There can be only one
cushla machree.

Only one beat of my heart.

Maybe all of this

is a sign that you're the one
that's slipping.

Hmm?

Well, it's either
you or me, Finn.

Question is,
do you want another shot?

What makes you think
the girl is still alive?

Because she's a bargaining chip.

You won't kill her
until you're sure I'm dead.

If you're smart.

What do you have
to bargain with?

You gonna have
another go at the cop?

No.

But I am driving around
in a van full of your heroin.

How's that for a fucking chip?

The candles are for my dead.

Yours is still lit. For now.

Well, let's keep it that way.

Remember, Zee,
after all these years, huh,

I gave you something
to live for.

Careful you don't give me
something to die for.

I just want to make a deal.

So make it.

Now, where's my heroin?

Outside.

It's not far.

You really think
you can take over Paris?

I have
a lot of friends helping me.

The police, even?

What does it matter to you?

Yes, it matters.

Nothing ever mattered to you
except your sad code.

That and being alone.

Being alone is a power
if you can handle it.

You were never alone.

You had me.

:
Oh, forget it.

Where's my heroin?

- Jenn, it's me. I'm here.
- Zee?

- Am I gonna die?
- No.

No, you're not.

- Hold on to me.
- Okay.

Get down!

Don't they know?

It's a sin to kill a policeman.

I hadn't heard that.

Jenn, you heard that before?

I just made that up.

Shoot!

Tell me...

...do I deserve this death?

You'll always live in my dreams,
my cushla machree.

One last question.

What size shoes do you wear?

I always wondered.

I'd tell you, but...

I think it's good
to have a bit of mystery

in the next life.

Don't you?

I don't want a next life.

But if I could go back...

...have a chance to relive
my life, I'd take it.

Well...

good luck with that, Zee.

You deserve this death.

Jenn.

Zee?

Yeah.

I can see.

Be neat. I don't want a scar.

- Ah, please do not insult me.

When I first met you...

I thought,
"Here is a student, uh,

I can instruct."

I learned a different trade.

Well, it's not too late, Zee.

I still... I could teach you
to make beautiful things.

It's too late.

Merci.

Hello?

How are you?

Not bad.

Considering it's the second
and third time I've been shot.

And you?

I'm good.

But it's only the first time
being shot for me.

Hopefully,
you won't get used to it.

But in your line of work...

I'm thinking
of getting a new job.

Doing what?

I don't know.

When I figure it out,
I'll send you a postcard.

Until then...

...live well.

Goodbye, Sey.

- Wait.
- Well, I'm on a burner phone.

You can't trace it.

No.

Your crossword.

You dropped it
outside the church.

Only one to go.

13 across.

I told you, there is always one
I cannot get.

Six-letter word.

"Newly invigorated."

Second letter E. Fifth letter R.

I know, I know.
I tried, but I...

Reborn.

Yes.

Reborn.

Goodbye, Sey.