All language subtitles for THE KILLER 2024-engcp

Five-letter word for a tropical fish.

Fourth letter, "P."

Guppy.

No offense.

That job we talked about is tonight,
my cushlamochree.

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?

Because that's what
I hear the plan is.

Maybe God likes coffee.

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

Thank you.

And...

Man, I don't speak French.

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

- Coco?
- Like chocolate?

- Where are you going?
- Taking your sister to dinner.

- 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?

Mr. Coco, you're under arrest, okay?

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 always brings
the chocolates I love.

I'm a diva, I suppose.

No, you're simply the best.

I got it.

Is it true what they say
about chocolate?

"It's not good for you."

Does 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 this awful man

how did you discourage him?

You need to use a language
a man will understand.

Well, if he's a poet

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 and Spencer.

Do you understand?

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

Do you understand?

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.

When I think of all the worries
That people seem to find

And how they're in a hurry
To complicate their minds

By chasing after money
And dreams that can't come true

I'm glad that we are different
We've better things to do

When others plan their future
I'm busy loving you

One, two, three...

Live for today

Live for today

And don't worry about tomorrow

Live for today

Give me some lovin'

Give me some lovin'

Give me some lovin'

Give me some lovin'

- 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.
- Shame.

How about a little privacy?

Civilians are boring.

Get out! Get out!

You heard the man! Get out!

Yeah... Get out now.

You carrying?

I'm not sure where I would put it.

Just to be safe.

She's sexy.

Nice.

No.

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.

Putain!

Oh, my God.

I can't see.

I can't see.

Oh, fuck.

I can't see.

Someone...

I can't, I can't see.

Somebody please help me?

Help me, I...

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 cushlamochree.

Don't call me that.

I don't wanna antagonize you.

But the contract was clear.
Everyone in the room.

So, why did you leave the American?

She was just a kid.
Some singer they brought back there.

Yeah, but she was in that room.

That means she's not a civilian.

What does 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.

Well, 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.

And you keep doing

my cushlamochree,
'cause you're very good at it.

Sey.

Alves.

This is 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.

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 width suggests
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 do you investigate
at Europol? Ninjas?

Not a joke, sir.

A samurai sword.

Good morning, Officer.

I'm Vice Consul No one
from the US Embassy.

I'm here to see Jennifer Clark.

Has anyone been to see her?

No, you're the first.

Who's there?

Hi, Jennifer.
I'm Ms. No one from the US Embassy.

It's Jenn.

No one calls me Jennifer.

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 they 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...

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 US Embassy?
- Miss No one.

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

Enchante.

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.

The next thing I knew

guns were going off
and everything went dark.

Miss No one?
How do you spell that, please?

N-O-O-N-E.

I have questions to ask Miss Clark.

- Officially?
- Yes.

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.

I was confused.

I think
someone might have put something

in my drink.

Do your best.

Whoever they were,
I... 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.

I just...

Yeah, the whole thing was crazy.

Do you know
a man named Phillipe Hugo?

He goes by the name Coco.

Maybe. I don't know.

It 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.

Damn it!

I'm so clumsy. I'm so sorry.

- What happened?
- I knocked over your IV.

- 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 cafe 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 No one.
Good luck with your United States.

- Hello?
- Hello, Inspector Sey.

Yes?

This is Carl Staley, the civil
attache here at the US Embassy.

Yes. I was looking
into your colleague.

We don't know who this
Vice Consul No one 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'm 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?

- Sell your Basquiat.
- I'm 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 of 75 million
in pure heroin.

Three hundred million.

What does the prince have to say
for himself?

He wants to go home.

I'm sure, yes. 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.

Thank you.

- Inspector.
- Prince Majed Bin Faheem

enchante.

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?

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 4.30pm

en route from Beirut.

While still on the runway,
it was met by men

you assumed to be
the French Custom officers.

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

- Yeah. Sure.
- It was broad daylight

for God's sake.

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.

Maybe.

Were these the men?

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
to 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?

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 ID 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

eyes swollen shut.

The Breton did this to you?

And you did this to The Breton?

You haven't got the balls.

She was as fierce as a lion.

Skinny girl like you killed
the toughest pimp in Paris.

Are you one of his whores?

- I'm no one's whore.
- Apparently not.

And if you're gonna kill me,
just do it.

Kill you?

A real killer?

That's a very valuable commodity,
my cushlamochree.

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.

How are you? Are you okay?
Nothing broken?

You could have hurt her.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Tell me what he said.

He lied about everything.

A stone wall.
But no one is untouchable.

Thank you.

The plane was carrying the heroin
we are tracking.

I know it. Prince knows it.

And the girl?
You know, the, the singer.

What does she have to say
about 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 got started
at the club the other night.

And that means you.

Do you understand?

- Yes, I understand.
- Okay.

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?

Why did we stop moving?

We 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.

Well, you tried 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.

Fuck.

Sorry.

Try and count your steps, okay?

Two, three.

Here. This is the kitchen.

Sink right ahead.

Refrigerator, down here.

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

- There's a lamp right here.
- Right.

Windows. Open them if you like.

- Nine, ten.
- Okay. Watch your step.

Take two steps up to the bed.
Bed's on your left.

The bathroom is directly opposite.
Maybe three steps.

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.

So, what happened to X?

We don't talk about X.

Terrific breakfast.

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

What did the policeman want to know?

What happened. What was stolen

and if I recognized the man
as the same man killed

in the nightclub.

I assume you had them killed.

No, it wasn't us.

But has it occurred to you
that if they are dead

someone else has the drugs?

That's not my bailiwick,
as the prince would 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 some time.

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're being unreasonable.

Answer my question!

That's enough.
That's enough. Hey. Hey.

Put it down...

Fucking idiot.

I want him dead. Put Zee on it.

Understand business.
Think about what you're doing.

Zee. On it. Now.

- So, when did you come to Paris?
- Couple of months ago.

You?

Fifteen years.

Jeez.

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?
- He just wanted to use me.

So it's over?

Yeah, it 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 in 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.

- A 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'd 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

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.

It'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.

Some bright morning

When this life is over

I'll fly away

To a home on

God's celestial shores

I'll fly away

I'll fly away

Oh, glory

I'll fly away

In the morning

When I die

Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away

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, right. 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
and she's back.

You tell Gobert the lion said

whatever's worrying him is 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 great.
I haven't heard that one.

Keep calling me cushlamochree
and I'll demonstrate it for you.

Hey, 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 cushlamochree.

He's gone.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

The first time you came
to the hospital...

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.

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?

The gunmen at the hospital
weren't carrying any ID.

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 just killed four men
with a samurai sword.

Who in the world is she?

So you believe in fairy tales?

Sorry, what? Selene de Morts?

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.

It keeps the customer happy.

And you? What do you do well?

I wake up in the morning.

That's it?

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?

I can tell you.

You would be me

and I would 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.

"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

with the darkness
you carry inside yourself.

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.

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?

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?

It was you.

You saved my life.

Why?

Fucking cop.

- What size shoes do you wear?
- What?

Why the hell are you asking me?

You were waiting for him
to come feed his pigeons.

They say a hit is
how your side keeps order.

I suppose it keeps things 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.

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 shoot you.

Stop or I'll shoot.

His work has been inspired
by 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'm a gangster.
- Are you messing with me?

I will be back.

Bartender.

Are beautiful girls getting smarter?

It'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 a big a fool as you.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Jenn?

It's okay.

Help...

Get away from me!

Help! Help!

Get away from me!

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?

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.

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.

Aye. I was with him.

Could have been me.

What'll happen now?

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 would 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?
Where's the deal?

See, you've lost your way, Zee.

That girl should be dead.

Instead, you switched
your allegiance. Why?

Because of some fucked-up idea

your 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.
We want it clean.

Proof of life first.

You are so predictable.

- Jenn!
- Zee?

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

You satisfied?

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.

Come on. 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.
- No. 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 are we doing back there?

Sey.

- I'm bleeding to death.
- 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, what?

(Foreign language)

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 cushlamochree

only one beat of my heart.

Maybe all of this is a sign
that you're the one that's slipping.

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,
how I gave you something to live for.

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

Just wanna 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.

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.

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 cushlamochree.

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.

Good luck with that, Zee.

You deserve this death.

Jenn.

Zee?

Yeah.

I can see.

Be neat. I don't want a scar.

Please do not insult me.

When I first met you

I could hear the student
I can instruct.

I learned a different trade.

Well, it's not too late, Zee.

Still, I could teach you
to make beautiful things.

It's too late.

Thank you.

- 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.

Thirteen 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.