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- For once I believe you because you're just rotten enough.

We're both rotten.

- Only you're a little more rotten.

You got me to take care of your husband for you

and then you get security to take care of Lola,

maybe take care of me too.

Then somebody else would have come along

to take care of the kiddie for you.

That's the way you operate, isn't it, baby?

- Suppose it is?

Is what you've got cooked up for tonight any better?

- I don't like that music anymore.

You mind if I close the window?

You can do better than that, can't you baby?

Better try it again.

Maybe if I come a little closer?

How's this? Think you can do it now?

Why didn't you shoot again, baby?

Don't tell me it's because you've been in love

with me all this time.

- No, I never loved you Walter,

not you or anybody else.

I'm rotten to the heart, I used you just as you said.

That's all you ever meant to me

until a minute ago.

- What the fuck are you doing?

Do you know what time it is?

Listen up.

At 22:00, wetsuit's down the hole

when the snake hits the carpet.

Security lifts the key.

I'll terminate the torpedoes.

Charm the snake into the stall.

Bait and switch.

At 22:20, wetsuit turns out the lights.

Glasses on. I bag the snake.

Key in the bag. Bag to the boat.

No radio unless absolutely necessary.

Code red. 5 minutes to blackout.

Drop everything. Walk away.

If the cops get you, tell them the truth.

You know no one.

Got it?

Got it?

You have your passport?

The plane leaves tomorrow at 07:00.

And remember, no names and no guns!

Are you high?

Then stop dreaming, bitch.

This isn't a game tonight.

People can die.

Now get moving.

You forget something?

Stepping onto the red carpet here is Regis wargnier,

the director of east west,

present tonight for a special screening of his film

he is accompanied by the producer yves marmion

and the splendid actress sandrine bonnaire.

On his right is Veronica, who is wearing an amazing top...

In the shape of a serpent...

Hey, get a load of that!

It was especially designed by elli medeiros

for the chopard jewellers.

Adorned with 500 diamonds

for a total weight of 385 carats.

With an estimated value of over 10 million dollars.

Look at that, oh man!

Incredible, how can she walk around like that!

Oh, fuck! I can't believe you did that!

What am I supposed to do now?

I'm sorry, I 'ii clean them off.

- Hello, sir. - Ah, good evening.

Thank you very much.

Ah, it's a picture of you.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

- Let's go. - I just,

I just gotta go to the bathroom.

You know how it is for girls.

- You come back, one minute.

Here they are.

Okay, great. But look what you did to my pants.

I've got just the thing to fix you up.

- With an ass like that, I don't think you need makeup.

I've gotta piss too, I'll be right back.

Give me the key.

Got a light?

So have you got it?

Got what?

We've got a problem.

Code red.

- Miss Veronica?

- They key's in the bag. Get moving!

Look out. Move.

Uh!

- You'd better get out of here. Go!

They stole the diamonds...

Asshole! You said no fucking guns!

These are glass. They switched them, these are glass!

Where's my fucking passport?

I t's fucking glass!

- You better kill me now, bitch!

Oh, shut the fuck up!

Call security!

- Understand? Dead!

I repeat...

Freeze!

Don't move or I'll shoot!

Racine?

Hey, racine.

- Racine! - What?

The bitch double-crossed us.

She took off with the diamonds!

Where is she?

In Paris. She's got a girlfriend in belleville.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

I need a passport yesterday.

Did you get it?

- Yeah, here.

- What? Baby, what is it?

Hey! What the fuck are you doing?

- Excuse me, madame,

but I believe this is a free country.

And I'm entitled to make any picture of anything

and anyone I want from my balcony.

- Go fuck yourself!

- Well, go to church. - Try to save your soul.

Got ya! Yes!

Lily!

Lily!

- Lily!

- Lily! - Lily!

Lily.

- Lily! - Lily!

, Lily!

- Charles de gaulle. Hotel Sheraton.

Go and get the car... hurry up!

- Lily!

What do you want?

- Maybe I should hire you.

Over here...!

No, she went over there!

No, Irma, she went over there!

Nonsense, I saw her there!

I'm sure it's her, she went that way.

Keep looking over there!

Don't move...!

Don't move, stay put.

Take off your glasses...

Good.

Good, the light is perfect...

- Brought the money? - Of course...

Perfect for what?

I need a picture for the passport.

Look right at the lens.

I got you, fucking bitch!

Come on!

Before I snap your double-crossing neck,

just tell me one thing.

Where are the diamonds?

Pay back time, bitch!

Oh my god!

- Oh, Lily!

Lily!

Don't touch her, don't...!

Lily! Lily!

Lily! Lily!

Oh, Lily.

Are you preparing the tea?

Of course. I'm not just boiling the water.

Oh forget it.

We should have done something.

It's none of our business.

Oh right.

She falls apart and it's none of our business!

People die and wills have to be read.

Did you see the look on her face?

And her hair...

What has she done with her hair?

What do I know about looks? I'm just a notaire.

If the kids and I were killed would you care what I left you?

When you gun disappeared I knew she would do something crazy.

- How do you know she stole it? - Who else?

Go, check on the tea.

Feeling better, Lily?

Excuse me, I don't understand...

Quiet, honey, save your strength.

You just have to rest.

You have suffered a terrible tragedy, and...

You need time to get better, you know.

And if you get the urge to do anything silly,

I want you to call me.

Before we leave...

I want you to answer just one question...

Did you borrow Louis's gun?

Are you sure?

Okay, but if you come across it, you'll tell me, won't you?

I 'ii turn the TV on so you'll have some company.

Here.

We'll be back tonight with some dinner.

Drink your tea while it's hot.

- Holy shit.

Oh my god!

And if you could see the future in a crystal ball,

or in the palm of your hand, or in a dream...

Would you change it?

Yep.

Yeesh.

Hee-hee-hee!

We are sorry for your great loss.

"I thought I 'd go to america and start a new life.

My English isn't so good but I'm a fast learner.

I even bought a plane ticket, but I've lost it.

I just can't go on without my Thierry and brigitte

please forgive me, and let us now all be together."

There's been a mistake.

The computer has sold the same seat twice.

I'm terribly sorry.

Could we accommodate you in our first class cabin?

This way, please.

It's right here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I wake you up...

You, you were sleeping.

Are you okay?

Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you American?

Yes, yeah.

- California. - Oh.

- I mean I grew up in California,

but I live in Washington now.

- And, and, uh,

what do you do in life?

- In life? - Oui.

- I've, well, I started in software.

Uh.

And, uh, made some money

and found out that I was interested in other things.

- Like, like what things?

Well, like the whole world.

I went back to school in Washington.

I got a degree in foreign relations.

I taught for a little while.

And then I got a posting at the state department.

- Oh.

America is a country very big, no?

- Oh, oh, very big.

- Is this your first trip? - Yes.

- Uh-huh.

- I begin my new life there.

France is no good for me.

- Oh, how can you say that? - France is a fabulous country.

Really. That's the, the queen of Europe to me.

The art, the history, the sense of language.

Stendhal, racine, balzac.

- I lost my baby there.

- I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.

That's terrible.

Please forgive me. I, I didn't...

It's okay, it's okay.

That is just awful.

- What are you doing? Trying to dodge bill collectors?

- Uh. - Nic, it's Johnny.

- I know who you are. - What are you doing?

- Working. - Something I can sell?

- Could be. I just need one more piece.

Another shot of that table?

What's happened to you? Are you eating?

- Barely. - Well, how'd you like

to take a break from your masterwork

and make some real money?

- What are you selling?

- You know who Bruce Hewitt watts is?

- Well, as strange as it may seem to you, John,

photographers actually read.

You know, books, magazines, even daily newspapers.

All right, all right, smart ass, who is he?

The new American ambassador?

- Bingo. Now guess what?

He's got a wife but no one seems to have a picture of her.

- Maybe she's camera shy. - No, she's not camera shy.

She's got a past and she's not talking about it.

I did some checking and found out she's really French.

Married before with a kid.

- Mm, so? I've got an ex I don't talk about either.

- What's wrong with that? - Nothing except for you don't

dodge photographers like you've got something to hide.

So you want me to nail her, right?

- You are the best.

- Oh, come on. You know I,

I don't like to do this. I feel like shit.

And besides, I am retired.

- On what? Iou's?

I'm not just your agent, Nicolas,

I'm your bank and you're way past due.

Now I want you to do yourself a favor and go to work.

I can get five figures for this picture.

- All right. What's her schedule?

- She arrives by private jet tonight.

- Hey, uh, uh, I gotta go, I gotta go. Bye, bye.

- Take that picture.

Be careful, you almost fell!

- Oh thank you. - Where are you going?

Listen, I'm looking for public toilets...

The champs elysees are over there or over there?

I don't understand, sorry...

- Do you speak English? - No, no, very little...

- I don't speak English, but... - What do you want?

I'm going to the toilets over there...

- Could you...? - Stop that. You pervert!

I'm telling you they're this way...!

- Fucking shit!

- Can we jump in?

- Wow.

Nice wheels!

What did you expect...?

I only steal the best!

- Is this Nicolas bardo? - Speaking.

- You took a picture of Mrs. Watts?

- Uh, who wants to know?

- Leonard shiff. Head of watts' security.

I'd like to buy it.

- Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Shiff,

but, uh, it's already been sold.

- Unsell it. We'll double whatever you've got.

- That's, uh, that's very generous but i-

- I don't think you realize who

you're dealing with, Mr. Bardo.

We know all about you,

your overdrawn bank account,

your criminal record.

- Excuse me, sir... I suggest

you get that picture back and you bring it to me

at the residence tomorrow morning 11a.M, sharp.

Don't keep me waiting.

- Sir, hold, hold on!

Hello!

Nice going man.

Really.

Thanks for keeping your mouth shut.

They must have offered you some sweet deals to talk.

There was nothing to talk about.

They jus asked about the diamonds,

of which I knew shit.

Once the insurance paid off, they stopped asking.

That bitch knows.

I thought about her every fucking minute...

Of every fucking hour...

For seven fucking years!

Where...

Is she?

Hey, I've been looking. I talked to everyone, I never stopped.

I ran down every scumbag that ever knew her,

but so far nothing.

She just vanished off the face of the earth?

Hey, I'm not Interpol, all right!

I've been fucked same as you!

I did a hell of a lot of checking!

I've got one thing, maybe, one thing...

You know that girlfriend of hers?

The brunette...

She's fencing diamonds.

It's all I've got.

Yeah!

- Uh.

I'll ask you this just once.

Where is she?

- Park bardo in the office until I can get...

Hold on a second.

I don't believe it.

This paparazzi scum is wearing a wire.

Make sure he doesn't get passed security.

Hold on.

- Hi, bonjour. - Yeah, bonjour.

One minute, pal.

- Damn it! Damn it!

Oh shit.

Is the bar open?

- Yes of course, sir. - But you can't stay there.

Please move your bike. You can't leave it there.

- You can't leave it there. - I know, I know.

- Please. - Okay.

Okay?

Hi, I'm, I'm sorry to bother you

but I rented this room last night

and I think I left my disk here.

- A, a disk?

- When I got home, I checked my laptop,

and the backup disk was gone!

And it's the only copy

I have and I've been searching like hell for it.

Then I remember the only place

I could have left it was here.

So did you mind if I come in and just take a look around?

- I, I don't think it's a good idea.

- I'm sorry, I can't. - Thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you. I appreciate it.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Oh my god, I got so much information in that disk.

Uh, you didn't see a disk right?

Um, I mean, actually it's not a disk.

It's not like a cd or a DVD or anything like that.

It's called floppy.

This is like a black thing that you introduce

in the computer.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

I am remembering now that I put it there

'Cause I was working in bed.

I love, I just love to work in bed.

I bet you do too.

Anyway, let me, let just remember exactly what I did.

I just, I sat over here.

Oh what? Oops!

I sat over here and I put it on my lap,

because it's a laptop and I just plug it over there and...

Actually, you know what had happened?

What happened is that I wasn't alone.

I wasn't alone and then...

Oh my god!

- That's not your business.

- Well, ah, no, it's not.

It's not but it is.

Because, uh...

Excuse me. And...

Are you all right?

I think, I think, I think I can help you.

I have been working in a hospital for a couple of years.

Kind of a candy striper myself.

Just sit down over here.

Give me your arms. Just put them up.

Just like this and relax, relax.

And breathe, breathe and relax.

And now listen to me.

Listen to me. Good.

I know, because I know I have been accused

of having an over active imagination, you know,

but when a classy woman like yourself

checks into an airport hotel in the middle of the morning

with a bunch of bullets and a gun,

there's only one word that follows.

- What word?

- Bang.

Now, if a guy walks in,

maybe there doesn't have to be a bang.

Maybe there is something to talk about?

Well, uh, maybe we should have start

with some introductions.

- I don't care who you are.

And I definitely don't want you to know who I am.

- All right, that's fair enough.

Let's call me, uh, Harry,

and, uh, let's start with the shiner.

Who is beating you up?

- Must we talk about this?

- Yes.

Or we are gonna find the local police station

and we are gonna talk about it there.

- My husband. - All right, why?

- He has difficulty

to control his temper.

- Why does he lose it?

- Because I can't live with him here.

- Why not?

- I have a past here.

I was safe in the states but here...

It only takes one photo.

- Like the one today?

I took that picture.

- So Harry is Nicolas bardo.

Why did you follow me, to get more photos?

- No, no, I, I just came to tell

your security goon, uh, Mr. Shiff

that I couldn't stop the picture from being published.

- I am sorry. - Anyone can see that.

You've wasted your time.

This Espresso is cold.

- Can I get you another cup? - Why?

There's nothing more to say.

Can I go now? You have the gun.

- Sex shops are open all day.

- I don't think I'll be going to one.

- How can I be sure?

- Just stay with me.

I need air but I don't want to talk anymore.

Good... so where is she?

The ambassador is extremely worried.

The police...?

God, no...

Keep calling shiff.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention please.

We'd like to advise you...

- Right when I got divorced, I just decided to leave Spain

and come here to Paris to reinvent myself,

kind of thing, you know?

I mean I've got these crazy photographer ideas.

And, uh, don't think for a second

that I am a paparazzi, I hate them.

You know, I feel like shit but I have to make some money.

That's the only way.

But, uh, there is a square here in Paris

and full of coffee shops, beautiful,

and there is one in particular in a corner, you know,

with these light reflections

- shh, shh, - and I saw something

- that changed my life. - Shh, shh.

It's a great story, Nicolas.

- This is, this is the best part!

- I, I know, I know. Maybe another time.

It's a great story

but right now I'm very tired

and I would just like to take a warm bath

and relax a little before I go home, okay?

- I understand that. - Thank you for today.

- I'll, I'll be waiting out here

just in case you need anything.

- You don't trust me, do you?

- No, no, no. It's, it's not, it's not that.

It's just being careful.

- Are you all right? - No.

I'm out of my medicine.

- Uh, there was a pharmacy in the airport.

- Oh that's right. - Excusez-moi

my...

My inhaler is in my car.

They can refill it for me there. Huh?

- That, that wouldn't be being careful. I, I...

- Nic, take my car,

take my purse

if you're so worried that I go somewhere.

- But, you, you can call a taxi,

I don't, I don't know.

- Yes, Nicolas, I could call a taxi.

But I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to need these in the bath.

- Hey! Wait, wait, wait.

- Hold it, hold it, wait. - I'm definitely

not going anywhere without them.

- Ooh.

Are, are you flirting with me?

- Was I?

Well, I believe so, yeah.

- I didn't mean to.

It's, it's just that

all your boyhood stories

make you so damn lovable.

Was that the point?

Uh.

Hello, is this policia...?

Madre de dios, my name is Sofia...

I call from the Charles de gaulle airport...

A man just hit the lady in front of the pharmacy...

Yes, wait a second...

Yes, man is still there, but I see no lady...

He steal her car...

No, sorry, my husband calling me...

Is it your car?

- It's, it's not mine but, uh,

somebody lend it to me.

Come in.

- Oh, good day. - Good day.

Thank you.

Just put it down here.

Could you hand me my bag...?

- Of course. - It's over there by the bed.

I can't find it.

Maybe on the floor?

I'm sorry but I don't see it.

This is the gun we found in the Mercedes.

- Any details? - It's not registered.

Concerning the car...

It belongs to the American embassy.

- This doesn't make much sense.

I'm chief inspector serra.

- Maybe you can help me out?

- Uh, - I, I, I said it already.

But okay. All right.

Um, Mrs. Watts was trying to kill herself.

I stopped her so she set me up for you guys,

to get me out of her way.

- That, that's it. - How did you

come up with that?

You know, I read a lot of mysteries

and I just figure out the endings halfway.

I put the clues together and I know what happened, sir.

- What happened, Mr. Bardo,

was a car belonging to ambassador watts

was found in your possession.

- I know, I know that.

- On the front seat was a gun, bullets,

blouse and dress.

The only thing missing is the woman.

Where is she?

- I don't know. I don't know.

- You check out the hotel?

- Yeah, we checked the room.

We found a naked waitress in a coma.

Did you have anything to do with that?

- No.

No, no, no, I, I wasn't there.

I was buying an inhaler.

- Inhaler?

- Yes.

Yes, an inhaler, an inhaler.

All right, Mrs. Watts has asthma.

So, so I went to a pharmacy

to get her prescription refilled.

That's it.

- So, you figured by having her car and her clothes,

she wasn't going anywhere?

- That's correct, yeah.

- And you kept the gun so she wouldn't shoot herself?

- That's right.

- Why would she want to do that?

- Excuse me? - Why would she

want to do that?

- Well, her, her husband was beating her up

because she wanted to leave him.

- The American ambassador beats his wife?

- Yes, that's right.

That's right. Yes.

And she has the face to prove it.

You see, I'm kind of a mystery buff myself.

And you know what kind of mystery this is?

- A kidnapping. - Oh come on!

- Ambassador's wife held for ransom.

- No, no, no. - Everything was going fine

until someone reported a stolen car.

You didn't even have time to send the ransom note.

- No, no, no. - Or did you?

- No, look, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

I am no, I am no kidnapper, sir.

- Why don't we take a ride down to the residence...

And see what the ambassador has to say about that?

- I think this is a terrible misunderstanding.

I spoke with Mrs. Watts.

She explained to me how she let Mr. Bardo use her car.

I don't know who reported it stolen because it wasn't.

And my attorney, Mrs. Phillips,

has indicated to me that no crime has been committed,

so I'm a little confused as to what

we're doing here, inspector.

- You spoke to your wife yourself?

- Yes, I did.

- Could I speak with her?

- Well, I don't think that's necessary.

This has been an awkward situation

for all of us concerned,

and I really, I don't wanna prolong it.

You know, I'm afraid that miss Phillips

will have to handle your questions from now on.

I have an engagement. Please excuse me.

- Inspector serra, you've displayed

a boorish lack of sensitivity

towards the American ambassador.

We do not need or want your investigative skills employed

to discover why Mrs. Watts was in a hotel bedroom

this morning with Mr. Bardo.

I suggest you return to your duties and drop this matter.

The less said about it the better.

- I'd still like to talk to Mrs. Watts.

- And what crime has she committed?

- No crime, I just wanna see her.

- Well, I'm sure we all want to see lots of people,

but fortunately in our country and in yours,

they are not compelled to see us.

Good day, inspector.

- Sir!

- Do you know the penalty for having an illegal hand gun?

- I told you, it's not my gun.

- Okay. Then we'll just keep it.

Now, about your motorcycle.

You really want to report it stolen?

- Of course I wanna report it stolen.

If it wasn't at the hotel, somebody took it, sir.

- Why don't you look a little harder?

If it doesn't turn up in a few days, give me a call.

- Sir, you don't believe one goddamn thing I said, right?

- Not only don't I believe you,

I don't even like you.

Look, bardo, I know who you are.

Ex-paparazzi smart-ass who hasn't worked for seven years.

Mm. I don't know what you're up to but it's not smart.

And if you keep it up, you're going

to wind up on a cell block full

of smart guys just like you.

Damn it.

"Mr. Watts, if you ever want to see your wife again

bring 10 million dollars in bearer bonds

to the passerelle debilly at 2 A.M. this morning.

If you inform the police or arrive with anyone

besides yourself, she will be killed."

Oh. Oh shit.

Son of, son of a bitch!

- Call me Lily.

- Okay, Lily.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Lily?

- Are you mad at me?

- Mad? Nah.

You're making everybody think I've kidnapped you.

Haven't you?

- That is not funny.

- No, Nicolas, you're right. It's not funny.

It wasn't funny when you sold my picture

to the papers either.

And then you showed up to do what?

Explain, apologize, lie?

- I was afraid for your life.

I felt responsible for it, damn it!

- That's so sweet, Nicolas.

I'm a bad girl, Nicolas.

Real bad.

Rotten to the heart.

Last scrape I was in I fucked up a lot of people.

Bad people. People like me.

People that don't forget.

But I was given a second chance.

So I went back to states where I got everything

a bad girl ever wanted.

Fucking watts!

He was actually kind of a sweet guy

until being the richest man in the world wasn't enough.

He had to have public glory.

So he gave away a ton of money,

bought himself the French ambassadorship.

Which of course meant the little misses

got dragged out into the parisian limelight.

Well, I couldn't do that Nicolas

because bad people read newspapers too.

And voila.

Enter my worst nightmare.

You snap that fucking picture,

sell it to the tabloids.

And now it's only a matter of time

before those bad people come running.

So I got the photographer turned blackmailer to kidnap me.

Black, blackmailer?

You offered me money!

And I have never kidnapped anybody,

you fucking bitch!

- Then where am I, Nicolas?

Why did you have my car, my clothes, a gun?

Why was a ransom note emailed from your computer?

Everyone knows you did it.

- I've gotta think. I've gotta think.

- What? - I've gotta think.

I've gotta think about- - don't bother.

Don't, you don't have to think about anything.

- You... I've got it all

thought out for you.

Watts is coming up here at 2 A.M.

With 10 million dollars in a briefcase.

Now if you start being a little nice to me,

I might cut you in on the take.

- We are going to the police.

- Why would you wanna do that?

- Oh yes, because you're gonna tell them

the crazy story that you just told me.

- Come on! - Nicolas,

what do you think I'm stupid?

I'm not gonna tell 'em that story.

I'm gonna tell 'em a kidnapping story starring you.

- Son of a bitch! - Wait, Nicolas.

- Hold, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

- See, I did have time to go back to that sex shop.

- Oh shit.

- Oh shit. - Come on.

What'd you do with that other gun I gave you? Huh?

- The cops took it. - They took it?

- Yes, they did.

- It's okay. I got you another one.

Come here.

- Be careful with that thing.

- It's all right.

Nicolas, isn't sugar better than vinegar?

Come on.

We have a couple hours, baby.

Let's go do something fun, want to?

Hey, how come you're the only man in this room

that doesn't wanna fuck me?

What? Nicolas, where are you going?

- I'm just going to buy some cigarettes.

And you know don't worry,

I'm not going anywhere while you have my balls

in your pocket, Lily.

Pack of cigarettes. Anything American.

- Hey, Nicolas! Come here!

Meet my friend, Napoleon.

- Oh yeah.

- I think he's in love.

- Listen, can we just go outside for a second?

- I need to talk to you. - Nicolas, come on,

we're having fun.

We're, just be cool. Come on.

- Well, I'm gonna go outside, all right?

- Nicolas, we don't want you to wait out in the cold,

do we, Napoleon?

I mean, if we hit it off...

I don't know, I was kind of thinking

of letting you off the hook.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, you don't seem to be enjoying my company much.

Maybe Napoleon and I here should just

sail off into the sunset and,

and you can go fuck yourself.

- Woo-hoo!

Whoo!

I hope you didn't kill him.

He was gonna save me from a dip in the seine.

- What?

- We had big plans.

I was gonna go off the bridge into his boat.

Big plans.

"Oh poor Lily, whatever happened to her?

She must have drowned and washed out to sea."

Thanks a lot, you've ruined everything.

- Fuck you.

- What's the matter, Nicolas?

Did I make you jealous?

- Jealous? Yes.

Yes. I was jealous.

I am jealous.

Come on, Nicolas!

You don't have to lick my ass.

Just fuck me.

- You know what? - What?

- We can still go away.

Both of us. Together.

- That's so sweet.

Come here. Come here.

That's so romantic.

Without the money?

Huh? Are you nuts?

- Yeah. That's a choice.

A bad choice.

There are other ones.

- What? Like doing the right thing?

- That's a start.

- I tried that once, Nicolas.

And you know what it got me? Huh?

A lifetime of looking over my shoulder.

You know why no good deed goes unpunished? Hmm?

Because this world is hell and you're nothing

but a fucking patsy.

I made everybody think you kidnapped me

so I could screw my husband out of 10 million bucks.

That's what it's all about,

me disappearing with 10 million bucks.

So, uh, wipe it off

and let's go get it.

- Fuck you.

- You're not gonna hurt her, right?

Because I've done exactly what you told me to do.

I brought the money,

and I haven't talked to anyone.

- Don't do anything foolish, darling.

- I won't.

- He just wants me to take the money

and bring it back to him.

- Hey, watts! It's Nicolas bardo!

Your wife is staging this kidnapping

to take you for 10 million bucks!

If you don't believe me, I got it right here on tape!

- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

- You killed him?

- Just being careful.

That fucking bitch...

She's at it again!

- That fucking bitch.

- You didn't think I'd give you a gun loaded

with real bullets, did you?

Baby, there's one more thing we gotta do.

Oh god, somebody help!

My husband!

- Fucking over everyone again? Hmm?

How did you find me?

- Not this time.

Where are the diamonds?

Fuck you!

Wake up, bitch

before you die.

You know what's in this? Huh?

The bullet that's gonna spread your brains

all over that wall.

You know how I know? Look at me.

I'm your fucking fairy godmother

and I just dreamt your future.

And mine too.

And all I know is if there's a snowball chance in hell

of any of that shit happening, we're gonna

change it right here.

Now, listen.

I know you got a bad break, but that's history

and you'd better fuckin' forget it,

'cause if you can't,

well, then you may as well go ahead and pull the trigger.

But if you don't end it here

and you get your ass on that plane to america,

your future will be sitting right next to you.

His name is Bruce and he's a really good guy,

and he's, he's gonna look into your eyes,

and he's gonna fall in love.

And after that, you're on your own.

So what do you say?

Do I pull the trigger?

Or do you get your ass on that plane

and have a wonderful life?

- How do I know that you tell the truth?

- How do I know there's a bullet in the chamber?

That sure is pretty. Where did you get it?

In a curio shop in belleville.

I got it for my daughter.

I've got a little girl myself...

She'll be ten next June.

Do you remember the name of the store?

I make a lot of deliveries there.

I 'd sure like to get her something like that for her birthday.

You give this to her.

T hat's sure nice of you...

She'll just love it.

It's just for a little girl...

When she grows up, she'll think it's too silly...

So just take it and hang it right there.

So that...

When you're on the road...

Your little girl will always be with you.

What are you doing, dodging bill collectors?

Nick, asshole, it's Johnny!

- I know who you are. - What are you doing?

- Well I'm just trying to catch a little lightning

- in a bottle. - Are you eating?

- Barely. - How would you like

to make some real money?

- What are you selling, John?

- You know who Bruce Hewitt watts is?

- The new American ambassador? - Bingo, now guess what?

He's got this wife and three kids

but no one seems to have a picture of them.

- Well, you know, maybe they're camera shy?

There are some people, they like

to keep their home life private.

And I know that is weird but they do.

- What's happening to you?

Did you find fucking god or something?

You owe me, pal.

- Then I guess I'm gonna have to keep on owing you.

That's your half.

- There it is. - I gotta call you back.

- A little under four million.

- Four? Hee-hee!

- That's the best I could do.

I had to fence them off one at a time.

Sorry that it took so long but it was the safest way.

- Not bad for a night's work, huh?

You call that work?

Goodbye, laure. It's best we don't see each other again.

You bitch, you and laure set us up!

She never switched the bracelet...

And you walked...

Right the hell out...

Wearing it!

- Excuse me lady, are you all right?

- It was an accident, it was a terr...

Sorry, I'm just still shook up.

- Actually, you look like you need a drink. Uh...

- A drink?

- Yes. Come on.

I'm sorry, uh, you look so familiar.

Haven't we met before somewhere?

- Only in my dreams.