All language subtitles for 09-We

Your French is very good.

Isn't that obvious?

You have no wine with your lunch.

That is very American.

You have no lunch.

Fred? No, merci.

I cannot eat.

How you say, butterflies?

Nervous.

Oh, yes.

I am about to destroy my life.

Seems appropriate.

I don't understand.

Why would you?

Well, maybe you like to get it off your
chest.

Um, explain.

It helps one feel better.

In a few hours, it will be public
knowledge anyway.

I work for a large engineering firm,
International.

I learned that the nuclear plant which I
designed will not be built in India.

Where?

The plants were sold to Iran.

In less than one hour, I'm giving my
deposition to a special UN prosecutor.

a brave man, it must be very hard to do
what you're going to do.

I am a fool.

But I have already sold the wig.

We have an expression called letting the
cat out of the bag.

Really?

Pourquoi?

Je ne sais pas.

I shouldn't joke.

This represents several billion euros.

I fear what they will do.

I fear for my family.

Well, I don't think they'd come after
your family. I think you're the one

in danger.

Not for long.

Well, I wish you the best of luck.

And I'm sorry that I didn't bring the
wine.

Lucien. Anthony.

Bon chance.

Merde.

Merde.

That contract is signed.

I have the package in hand.

No.

No copies. It's unique.

10 p .m.

Got it.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

Would you like something to drink?

How shall I call you?

She

said

that you are a very important client.

But...

You're not very gentle.

And I'm excited about this.

the decision's final.

Fuck you.

What do you think we should have?

I mean, I know last time the ham and
cheese were, like, kind of popular, but

not really a fan.

Yeah, I don't know. It's almost going to
be a little day class today.

This isn't right.

Artist, right?

Wow. Is that all?

No, I know how it sounds.

But I'm actually being serious. I'm a
writer. I write for Condé Nast

Publications. Catherine Mock. Thank you.

So I'm doing a piece of Vanity Fair in
the California art scene.

I'd love to get you in on it.

California art scene and Vanity Fair.

It's like a bad joke with a worse
punchline.

Shut it.

I'm really buried right now. I've got an
opening tonight, a gallery, and then

I've got to kiss your red -eyed frog.

Oh, God, your life sucks.

This is my roommate, Jessica.

You wish.

She's my wife.

Don't be a creep.

This is my wife.

Anyways. It was nice to meet you.

Anthony. Anthony.

Let me give you my card.

If your schedule opens up or you change
your mind, give me a call.

Yeah, maybe we can set up a phone
interview from New York.

Whatever works for you.

Take care, little guy.

Take care.

I'm sorry,

Catherine. You're just going to have to
forgive me. It pains me to see your art

compared to stuff like this.

They're trying, Catherine.

They're trying.

But, you know, there are two reasons why
I buy so much of Catherine's art.

My tip?

No, the difference is another.

Creepy stalker guy.

Good evening.

Just call me stalker.

Jessica? Correct.

Tony, were you worried about this little
coincidence?

No, I really want to get Catherine in
the art, so I figured I'd come to the

opening.

You're an artist yourself?

No. Designer.

Web. Code.

Know nothing about this shit.

I come for the free drinks.

I don't know if you're being sarcastic.

Welcome to the club. It's a
distinguished group.

So what about Prince Charming over
there?

That's, uh, Randall something.

Big art collector.

Big fan of Catherine's. Big rich prick.

How rich?

It makes like a vast fortune in selling
guns or weapons or something

tedious like that.

Like this conversation. So if you excuse
me, I am going to talk to someone that

isn't you.

Well, make yourself at home.

She's good.

Who next?

Get some coffee.

I've heard about you.

You're a legend.

Real enough.

Here it goes.

Imagine my surprise, seeing you at the
dog park. And I'd spent nearly two weeks

looking for you myself.

Country?

Here. Of course.

He told me you'd become unstable.

I have a liability.

Is it true you tried to retire?

What about you?

Got your ticket punched.

I don't know.

A test?

My art career is taking off.

Maybe I'm just too high profile.

One assassin too many. That's
embarrassing.

It's out of the young girl like you to
get into woodwork.

I made my first hit when I was 14.

Family obligations.

Complicated.

I like it.

Are you any good?

I'm the best there is with a gun.

I'm even better than that with a knife.

Do you guys need anything else?

Yeah, please.

Thank you.

Get up. I'll give you a chance.

There's a dead guy in your kitchen.

I'm redecorating.

His doppelganger was just at my place.

What?

Brothers.

Twins. When they work together, they're
called the dragon.

Scratch a finger?

It's really starting to piss me off.

Jessica's dead.

Your roommate.

Here we are.

So, where's your roommate?

How'd you know I have one?

Not really your style.

What if I have a stripper girlfriend?

Then I guess my night just got that much
better.

Don't be a dick, okay?

I never bring guys home from the club.

Really?

What made me the exception then?

Maybe I like your hair.

Maybe I'm drunk.

I don't even know your name.

I could tell you, but... But then what?

You'd have to kill me, right?

Never.

I can explain everything.

do, she had already seen too much.

Come here.

Come here.

You'll be okay.

Not until we can trust each other.

And when is that going to happen?

Exactly.

Now we have five hours to dispose of two
bodies before it gets late.

I'll help with your mess if you'll help
with mine.

Good.

He's a heavy son of a bitch.

Kill it.

This kitchen looks untouched.

That's because I cook about once a year.

We need to deal with the other half of
the dragon.

Do we?

I cut off the head. You chase the tail.

He'll be looking for me.

He won't expect you.

That's right, because I'm retired.

Just look how retired you are.

You're still breathing.

You killed his brother.

You don't think he'd come after you?

He had a hard time finding me in Costa
Rica.

Right. Because that would stop you in
his place.

So waiting for you to come on.

Right. So you're the original.

There's something to be said about age
and guile versus youth and speed.

Do you remember that dialogue?

Damn near had me to the end.

Singer put you on this?

We're not having that conversation.

You ready to do this?

Does it matter?

Did you kill him?

I did.

I killed him.

Smell it out.

Thank you.

You don't?

That's insanely annoying.

Do you realize you answer every question
with another question?

Do I?

Yes. I know what Singer looks like.

You realize if we can't...

And disappear.

Hand me my phone.

Contract is signed.

Proof of signature will be delivered as
usual.

There.

I've killed you.

I look like hell in this layout.

Most successful artists make their
living as an assassin?

It's a matter of definition.

All right, here we go.

Now, that's Thelene. That's one of
Singer's bodyguards.

What now?

What we do now is we follow them and
learn their pattern, just like any other

target.

Who's this bite of beef?

I think his name is Max.

I had a dog named Max.

Everybody's had a dog named Max.

Are you certain that's Singer?

Positive.

Never seems to leave the house.

That's because he thinks he's safe.

Well, why leave when you can order in?

You think Singer knows his toy is
banging the house?

I think if he did, he couldn't give less
of a fuck.

When do we go?

Next time Max and Celine take their
night off.

Thank you.

Fuck this.

Get on it.

Thank you.

Yes.

Yes.

Tony?

Take a seat.

I caught my limit.

How'd you do?

He blew it is how he did.

Here's what's going to happen. Head
south towards L .A.

What the fuck are we doing out here?

Figured our conversation could benefit
from a little privacy.

I'm a sucker for metaphor.

Drop your piece.

Singer, whatever this is, let's just get
it over with. I'm tired and I'm hungry.

Anthony and I used to be in the agency
together.

He was the very best.

Still pretty goddamn good.

He is.

You want to be number one, don't you,
kid?

What's your point?

My point is that I have no idea who she
is.

Until you started ghosting Selene and
Max, I'd never even heard of her.

That's bullshit.

You hired us to kill each other.

Why?

When one of you succeeded, I'd still
have a problem child to deal with and a

mess to clean up.

You hired Tony and the dragon, working
your way up the food chain to me.

Oh, that's bullshit. Think about the
phone calls, Anthony.

Yeah, think of the phone calls.

I'm willing to bet all that connects me
to this are some calls to a prepaid cell

labeled Singer.

God damn it.

I could have walked away.

Then why didn't you?

You wouldn't understand.

God damn it, I wish I'd gotten you
before whoever the fuck it was got to

And you were just incredible.

You have no idea.

No.

Trust.

You out?

Empty.

You?

Unfortunately.

Thank you.

You hit?

Nope, I'm good.

You?

Not a scratch.

Listen, by my count, you're all out.

So, throw out your gun and let's talk.

You look like hell.

You look beautiful.

You still have a knife.

I still have a gun.

Maybe I'm going to see the Magnificent
Seven.

See any other options here?

Not really.

I think that ship may have already
sailed.

It's a damn shame.

You could have killed me when we found
Singer.

Why didn't you?

You know why.

I felt things with you.

I haven't felt in a long time.

Things that I thought left with the
people that I killed.

Is Catherine even your real name?

Yes. It just doesn't seem fair.

Life and death aren't fair.

I'd always hoped that I'd live long
enough to tell someone that I love them.

You just didn't.

Then I guess that'll have to do.

Thank you.