Ronin

GREGOR: It's under your seat.

DAPPER GENT: What?

GREGOR: As my American friend Larry would say: are you fucking deaf? It's under your seat.

DAPPER GENT: Why did you do that?

GREGOR: To make a point. I don't know her, and I was ready to splatter her brains all over the sidewalk. I don't particularly like you, so imagine what I'll do if you try anything...

DAPPER GENT: Do you have it?

GREGOR: Always in a rush, you are. All these years I've known you, you could never wait for anything.

DAPPER GENT: This is important.

GREGOR: Do you really think so?

DAPPER GENT: You know it is.

DEIRDRE: Only the stupid ones. Cigarettes kill more patriots than bullets. Besides, I'm not IRA no more.

VINCENT: So where do you go from here?

DEIRDRE: I don't know. I was thinking...Maybe the three of us might partner up -- guns for hire, that sort of thing.

VINCENT: I'm up for that...

DEIRDRE: You go shoot me if you want, Vincent, but you'll be dead before I hit the ground.

VINCENT: I don't want you dead, woman, I want the the truth!

DEIRDRE: Of course.

VINCENT: Finding this package is a thing easier said than done. We don't even know what it is. What did we steal?

DEIRDRE: I don't know.

VINCENT: When this whole thing started you made it clear: you're running the show. And I don't believe you'd be running this show if you didn't know what was going on.

DEIRDRE: Well I don't!

VINCENT: And I don't believe you...

VINCENT: And then Sam, you and I clean up whatever's left to be cleaned.

DEIRDRE: Very good. Now all we have to do is live long enough to get paid.

VINCENT: While Sam and I take out the back two cars...

DEIRDRE: Leaving...

VINCENT: We kept it...

DEIRDRE: Is that right?

DEIRDRE: Coordinate all you want, but make sure whatever you do gets cleared through me. Are we in sync on this, Vincent?

VINCENT: Of course.

LARRY: This...this is incredible. Is the rest of Europe like this?

DEIRDRE: Some places, not all. Italy, for instance, they're serious about their food. But try bloody Britain, anywhere in the U.K., you don't get much fancier than a deep-fried bar egg. Food's not our thing, you see.

LARRY: What is?

DEIRDRE: Best beer in the world known to man or God.

LARRY: Best beer in the world? Budweiser for me, thanks.

DEIRDRE: Budweiser? You talk to me of beer and you've the unbridled gall to mention Budweiser in the same sentence? That's not beer! Christ, it's not even a poor excuse for rabbit piss.

LARRY: Oh yeah? Whatta you drink, then?

DEIRDRE: I drink what every civilized man, woman and child in the world drinks: Guinness.

LARRY: I never did trust that blonde fuck...

DEIRDRE: That's why you were riding with him.

DEIRDRE: And you believed me? But it wasn't my people who did it.

LARRY: How do we know that?

LARRY: Then Swede and I split with the package and meet you back at the rendezvous.

DEIRDRE: And then...

LARRY: You call me with the target's route, I follow along until we've reached the attack point and then I run his squag ass off the road.

DEIRDRE: Which leads us to...

LARRY: So what's the deal?

DEIRDRE: The deal? The deal is we leave for Nice at first light.

LARRY: I drive -- and my name is Larry. Larry from the States.

DEIRDRE: And who are you?

DEIRDRE: It's good to see you've all got such faith in our little undertaking.

LARRY: Who the fuck are you?

DEIRDRE: The name is Deirdre, and I'm running this show.

SEAMUS: Do I need to repeat myself?

DEIRDRE: No, Seamus. I heard you the first time.

DEIRDRE: You better be careful, Seamus, before something happens a plastic surgeon can't fix.

SEAMUS: Plastic fucking surgeon? You think I'm going to fix this, Deirdre lass? It's the mark of the patriot, and I'll wear it like a badge. As for those who done it to me, I'll take my pound of flesh before this is all over.

DEIRDRE: You're thinking with your gun, Seamus, and not your head...

SEAMUS: Shut up!!! Shut up and drive! I'm your superior officer and you will do as I goddamn well say, is that understood?!?

SEAMUS: Good Christ! Can't you lose these jokers?

DEIRDRE: They're good!

SEAMUS: About time!

DEIRDRE: Not yet...

SEAMUS: Lose them!

DEIRDRE: You lose them!

SEAMUS: What in bloody hell is going on?

DEIRDRE: They're part of the team. One of them's the guy I told you about.

SEAMUS: From Interpol?

DEIRDRE: That's him.

SEAMUS: Problem my ass! I think you're lying to me, and if you are you're a dead man!

DEIRDRE: Would somebody tell me what fucking well happened in there?

SEAMUS: Nothing.

DEIRDRE: When we're done with this, I want to do for that one myself.

SEAMUS: Now there's the Deirdre I know.

DEIRDRE: And what's that supposed to mean, Seamus Reilly?

SEAMUS: It means I was worried that all the time you spent away from the fold might have affected you. You've been living the life of the hired gun -- the well paid hired gun, I might note. There's no glory to it, but there are those that like it.

DEIRDRE: So you thought that maybe I'd grown too attached to this charade I've been playing, is that it?

SEAMUS: It's been known to happen.

DEIRDRE: Not to me, you know that.

SEAMUS: I thought I did.

SAM: Not me. You work too often with the same people and you become friends -- clouds your judgement.

DEIRDRE: Come off it, Sam -- if we weren't friends already we wouldn't be here now, would we?

SAM: Are you alright?

DEIRDRE: Alright? It's bloody fucking freezing in here!

DEIRDRE: Well, if it isn't Mr. Interpol himself. I can't believe I misjudged you like I did.

SAM: Oh please..you're on some sort of holy mission?

DEIRDRE: I'm a patriate.

SAM: Don't even think that I'm buying that.

DEIRDRE: Where do you get off saying word one? All the time pretending to be one of us, it's the same thing we were doing, Seamus and myself. And here you are so high and mighty, like you're so different from the rest of us.

SAM: I didn't say I was.

DEIRDRE: Bloody fucking hell...

DEIRDRE: I bought it for him -- all the stuff he was using, it was in his contract. Cost a nice penny, too, especially that goddamned phone: Gregor had expensive tastes.

SAM: Check this out. Gregor's a spook, or he was one until recently. When he was a spy he lived the life -- you know, a prince in some Eastern Bloc country where nobody had shit and Gregor had everything. Then the wall goes down. No more Cold War. And Gregor is out of a job. No apartment, no special stores with Western food and video tapes. I would bet dollars against shit that Gregor liked that phone and he doesn't want to give it up. And I wouldn't be surprised if he's arrogant enough to think...

DEIRDRE: That we're too stupid to trace his calls.

SAM: Because if they had she'd be gone along with the package, instead of sitting here with us.

DEIRDRE: Exactly. Gregor, he was the Russian's man. It was my people came up with the idea for this run, but the Russians who had the capital to finance it. Gregor, he was their insurance, and I was ours. Everybody else was supposed to be neutral. Gregor must've got to Swede...

SAM: Now, what did we steal?

DEIRDRE: I don't know... Well I don't! It's a goddamned mystery to me just like it is to you. But I do know who we're working for. My people, and the Russian mob.

DEIRDRE: I better be getting that.

SAM: Duty calls?

DEIRDRE: Just business.

DEIRDRE: Look, Sam, don't take it the wrong way when I tell you we won't be doing this again.

SAM: You don't have to explain yourself to me, Deirdre.

DEIRDRE: I know I don't have to, Sam, it's just that, for once, I want to. when I was a - Patriot, it was a given I'd sleep with any man it was deemed necessary for me to sleep with. You know: any man who needed setting up. Sometimes so we might blackmail him, sometimes so he could be killed. Sometimes so I could kill him myself. IRA isn't exactly an enlightened feminist organization, Sam. To most of the men I with I was always the girl. "Send the girl to do it." "Tell The girl to take care of it." "Have the girl fuck him." But I look at you and I get this feeling you take me for what I am: no more, no less.

SAM: You're a hired gun, Deirdre -- just like me.

DEIRDRE: Exactly. And last night I wanted to be with someone who was just like me.

SAM: Part of me says I should just look at this as a perk. You know, a bonus. But then I remember you're you -- Deirdre who used to belong to the IRA -- and it occurs to me that deceit and subterfuge come very naturally to you.

DEIRDRE: Nobody's saying they don't.

SAM: And when I consider that, I have to wonder if you don't have some ulterior motive for being here, with me, right now.

DEIRDRE: I probably do. But for the time being, I'm willing to forget about it...

DEIRDRE: I feel as if I've wandered onto the set of Enter The Dragon. Could you teach me to do that?

SAM: I didn't think to see you again tonight. You were pretty pissed.

DEIRDRE: I still am.

SAM: Is that right?

DEIRDRE: That's right.

SAM: Hazard pay...

DEIRDRE: The two of you were supposed to go to a simple meet and come back with a simple piece of information, and instead you went to fucking war...

SAM: We weren't real thrilled about it either...

SAM: Sam. I'm a weapons guy.

DEIRDRE: You were a soldier, were you?

SAM: Once.

GREGOR: Go ahead, shoot... Shoot and kill the bitch, I don't care. And yet you don't shoot. Interesting. Put down your weapon and walk away.

DEIRDRE: Don't do it, Sam!

GREGOR: Shut up!

DEIRDRE: He'll kill me anway, Sam, shoot though me and kill this fucker.

DEIRDRE: That fucking figures...

GREGOR: Should any of you decide to rush me, I'll kill myself and whoever happens to be near me at the time.

DEIRDRE: Where's the case?

GREGOR: There's a problem...

DEIRDRE: Alright, Gregor, I'm...

GREGOR: Ready when you are...

DEIRDRE: Now then, let's run through it one more time, shall we? What's your job?

GREGOR: I use my cell phone to get computer access to the telecommunications satellite used by our target. I trace his cell phone signature and use it to pin point his location as he moves through Nice, relaying that information to you.

DEIRDRE: Next.

GREGOR: It's quite satifactory.

DEIRDRE: Good, because it cost enough. There's cheaper phones by far than that one, man: you better fucking use it.

GREGOR: I intend to. This phone is wired like no other: it's got an encryption chip and instant sat-a-link recognition, it can talk to any computer in any language and make it understand. With my custom hardware and this phone I can trace the target's cell phone signature and follow him anywhere he goes...

DEIRDRE: You sure about this?

GREGOR: I'd stake my reputation.

DEIRDRE: But would you stake your life, that's the question...

GREGOR: In this business, your life and your reputation are more often than not one and the same.

DEIRDRE: From here on in you want something you pay cash for it: no credit cards, no bank accounts are in place: ten percent up front, the rest when the job is done. You. What do you do and what should we call you?

GREGOR: These days they they call me Gregor -- and I'm a tech. I do electronic work, surveillance, computer runs.

GREGOR: Who are you? IRA?

DEIRDRE: Not likely. Once, yeah, I was -- but there wasn't an inch of profit in it, and I'm a cash oriented girl, if you take my meaning. I'm a hired gun, same as the rest of you, and that's all any of us needs to know about the other.

EDVARD: Yes, Gregor, they sent me.

GREGOR: I'm touched, really, that they'd send someone of your caliber. It's nice to know that they didn't make the mistake of underestimating me twice.

EDVARD: That was a mistake, trying to kill you. Mikhi did it without consulting me, I'd have never allowed it.

GREGOR: I'm sure. But I'm sorry to say that it's too late for trust: we have a serious problem.

EDVARD: We'll double your price.

GREGOR: Really? Do you have the money with you?

EDVARD: Do you have the material?

GREGOR: You first, Edvard.

EDVARD: Perhaps we could both go at the same time...

GREGOR: I think not. After you...

VINCENT: Where's my information?

FRANCOIS: In here...

VINCENT: Then you better find it in your heart to tell me, Francois, because while your death is inevitable, it still isn't decided how painful it's going to be.

FRANCOIS: If you say a word in English, Vincent, my friend with the high powered sporting rifle will shoot you in the throat. Sorry to screw you over like this, but the information you want might get me killed if I give it to you, and that's a price I'm not willing to pay.

VINCENT: I take it you still want the money...

FRANCOIS: Of course.

VINCENT: Here's yours.

FRANCOIS: There's been a slight problem.

VINCENT: What's that?

VINCENT: Do you have it?

FRANCOIS: Not so fast. Who's that?

VINCENT: He's company.

FRANCOIS: Bad company...

VINCENT: What do you mean?

FRANCOIS: He's a cop, Vincent, he's French and he's a cop and you better shoot him in the fucking head right now!

GREGOR: We'll die if we stay here!

MIKHI: You'll die if you leave here.

MIKHI: And more importantly --

GREGOR: I'll destroy whatever's in the case.

MIKHI: Sit, sit... Would you like one?

GREGOR: No, Mikhi, I wouldn't. Since I won't speak your language, and you can't speak mine, English will do nicely.

MIKHI: Whatever you wish... This has all been a terrible mistake, Gregor. I wanted to play straight with you, but Edvard insisted we try and kill you.

GREGOR: Edvard said the same thing about you before he died.

MIKHI: I'm shocked, shocked to think that you'd believe him.

GREGOR: Enough!

GREGOR: So, you've got it all figured, do you?

SEAMUS: Figured enough to know there's an odd man out and I'm looking at him.

GREGOR: I think not. I have, of course, taken the precaution of wiring the briefcase to explode five seconds after it opens. Unless, of course, I deactivate it before it goes off.

SEAMUS: What am I doing here? Why, I'm here to see my partners, Gregor, the boys in the Russian Mafia. See, your bosses had hoped to screw me by hiring you to pull your thieving double cross. But they only just found out that what's in the briefcase is completely useless without me. I can't fight them, and they can't kill me -- that means we're gonna have to do business together.

GREGOR: But you hate each other!

SEAMUS: What's a little hate between business partners?

SEAMUS: This better be the real thing or you're a dead man!

GREGOR: It is, I'm telling you it is!!

SEAMUS: You've told me a lot of things, boyo...

SEAMUS: If you're lying to me you poor excuse for a human being, I'm gonna blow your brains all over this car.

GREGOR: I swear, it has to come here! It has to...

SAM: Don't talk to me unless you tell me what I want to hear, understand?!? You have no choice in this, don't think about winning, think about staying alive. I want the item, and if you don't give it to me, I'm gonna kill you.

GREGOR: I don't have it with me...

SAM: Bullshit!

GREGOR: I swear...

SAM: Then where is it?

GREGOR: I sent it to myself in Paris.

SAM: Sent it where?

GREGOR: A post office box.

SAM: So none of us knows who's paying the freight, this is just some anonymous job. For all we know, we're working for different people.

GREGOR: Now that is an interesting proposition.

GREGOR: Whoever hired us.

SAM: I got this gig through a contractor. And he most definitely didn't know who was doing the hiring, only that they were paying a lot of money...

PHONE VOICE: Gregor, is that you?

GREGOR: Much to your disappointment, no doubt.

PHONE VOICE: It was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened.

GREGOR: I'm in the middle of saving you people a great deal of money -- the least you could do is have the decency to pay me!

PHONE VOICE: So what do we do?

GREGOR: What I do is none of your concern. What you should do is wait for my next phone call. I'm going to find a place where I can tilt the field in my favor. When I'm ready, I'll call you and tell you what I want you to do.

PHONE VOICE: Is it done?

GREGOR: It's done.

GREGOR: What are you doing?

SWEDE: Don't cross me...

GREGOR: Nobody's going to do that!

SWEDE: Really?

GREGOR: I need you, Swede, I can't do this without you!

SWEDE: I just wanted to make sure you knew who you were dealing with.

GREGOR: I do, I do...

GREGOR: I would imagine that the great satisfaction in all of this will be killing the American.

SWEDE: I hadn't thought about it. Understand me, Gregor -- I take no pleasure in killing. It doesn't bother me one bit, but I don't get off on it.

GREGOR: A means to an end, is that it?

SWEDE: That's it.

GREGOR: Then I guess we're set.

SWEDE: There is one other thing...

GREGOR: What's that?

SWEDE: How so?

GREGOR: Because if there's more than one party involved, if we really are working for different people, then perhaps some of us are on different sides. Your orders might be different from mine.

JEAN-PIERRE: He's tough, your American friend.

VINCENT: Yes, Sam's tough alright.

JEAN-PIERRE: And you respect him.

VINCENT: Of course. Don't you?

JEAN-PIERRE: I've never seen a man who could have taken what he just went through. He's a cop?

VINCENT: Not exactly.

JEAN-PIERRE: Not exactly? But close enough, eh? So he saved your life, then?

VINCENT: How did you know?

JEAN-PIERRE: If he hadn't you'd have put a bullet in his head a long time ago.

VINCENT: Hello, Jean-Pierre.

JEAN-PIERRE: Hello, my friend. He doesn't look French to me, Vincent.

SAM: So what is it you want to know?

JEAN-PIERRE: I suppose I want to know how a man like you is created.

SAM: Created?

JEAN-PIERRE: Perhaps forged is a better word. Like steel. Like a sword. You're a modern Samurai. I've spent my life around extraordinary men -- men like Vincent. But I've never seen anyone like you. I'm afraid Vincent will die if he goes with you.

SAM: Vincent's life is his own burden; he'll have to carry it for himself. And I'm not any kind of Samurai.

JEAN-PIERRE: You seem one to me.

SAM: A Samurai has honor, a Samurai live by the code of Bushido, the way of the warrior. I'm just a killer for hire. The world isn't about honor, anymore. It's about survival.

SAM: If I was healthy, I could take that away from you.

JEAN-PIERRE: Perhaps. But you are not healthy, and if you try I'll kill you.

SAM: So this is what, a test?

JEAN-PIERRE: Call it a reckoning of character.

JEAN-PIERRE: He sees this differently, as you well know.

SAM: I didn't expect that he would.

JEAN-PIERRE: You suffered through an agonizing pain last night, pain you could have avoided by declaring yourself an agent of the law.

SAM: Vincent told you that I'm a cop?

JEAN-PIERRE: Not a word. But no ordinary criminal would have the extensive military and medical expertise you do. And so I place the pieces of the puzzle together in a way that makes sense to me. You work for some government agency and you carry a gun, and in my world, that makes you a cop.

SAM: Some, thanks. Enough to move on, for now.

JEAN-PIERRE: You should really let a doctor look at that.

SAM: Soon.

JEAN-PIERRE: But first you have something to take care of?

SAM: Yeah.

JEAN-PIERRE: Something important? A thing that cannot wait?

SAM: It gets done now or not at all. Another couple of days and the parties concerned are gone where I can't get them.

JEAN-PIERRE: Forgive my intrusion into your affairs, but I am the one who connected Vincent to this job, his agent, if you will. He is one of my oldest friends and I owe him a great debt, much like the debt I suspect he owes you.

SAM: You think you can stitch me up on you own?

JEAN-PIERRE: Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

SAM: Then if you don't mind... I'm gonna pass out.

JEAN-PIERRE: Are you sure you won't have a drink?

SAM: No booze...Pain's in the mind, and the mind I can control. Alright, let's do it.

SAM: American.

JEAN-PIERRE: Well, Vincent's American friend, shall we see what we can do for you?

LARRY: What are you gonna do, call him up and ask him to give us back our shit?

SAM: Did he bring that with him?

SAM: It's a cocktail. Mostly demerol, cut with a little crank because we might need you awake in the real near future.

LARRY: Fine with fucking me, we got work to do. I don't care what it takes, we are getting our property back and putting it into the hands of the people who are gonna pay us a great deal of money when we do. I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I'm not the kind of guy to just sit back and take it in the ass. I don't mean that in, like, a literal way...

LARRY: Yeah, well... My way works too.

SAM: My way is better.

SAM: You shoot alright.

LARRY: Gets the job done.

SAM: All in the stomach, though. Your man might live.

LARRY: Not for long.

SAM: Long enough to shoot back.

LARRY: Is that right?

SAM: It's been known to happen.

LARRY: Why don't you go do better, then...

SAM: The point remains: we could be working for different people. There's a chance for one of us... Maybe more than one of us -- has been paid to cross the others. I don't know about you guys, but I like to know who I'm working for. It can help prevent a great deal of... ...unpleasantness.

LARRY: Anybody tries to unpleasant me I'll put two between his eyes -- one to do the job and the other to make sure it takes.

SWEDE: I don't particularly like killing, tubby, but I want you to know that this one I'm going to enjoy.

LARRY: I don't think so.

LARRY: Where is this broad?

SWEDE: You should learn a little patience.

LARRY: Is that right?

SWEDE: It's consider a virtue in some corners of the world.

LARRY: Not in mine.

SWEDE: I ride with fat-boy...

LARRY: Eat shit and die slowly...

SWEDE: After we stop the target car I get out and use the heavy artillery to kill the driver and his bodyguard.

LARRY: I blast the lead car into oblivion...

SWEDE: You should watch what you eat.

LARRY: Who the fuck died and appointed you food czar?

SWEDE: I'm just worried about your health, Larry. You could stand to shed a few pounds.

LARRY: And you could stand to get a little smarter, ain't that right you dumb blonde fuck?

SWEDE: Who you calling dumb, dickless?

SWEDE: They call me Swede.

LARRY: Who's they?

SWEDE: Everybody.

LARRY: What're you talking about, man? I don't understand.

SWEDE: What a surprise...

LARRY: I got a surprise for you, blondie...

SAM: I told you, I quit.

VINCENT: Just to keep me company, Sam -- I hate smoking alone. How about you? I thought all you IRA types smoked.

VINCENT: "Your field dressing saved his life." That's three I owe you.

SAM: You don't owe me a goddamned thing, Vincent, and you know it. You stepped in front of a bullet for me. I owe you a heavy debt.

VINCENT: I know.

SAM: You better get some sleep, alright?

VINCENT: Tell me something first. The package: what was it?

SAM: I don't know. Nobody knows, except a bunch of people who are too dead to tell us. There's probably a couple of guys back at the Company who know, but I don't think they plan to tell me anytime soon.

VINCENT: What happened to it?

SAM: Gone. Destroyed.

VINCENT: I guess that's for the best.

VINCENT: You son-of-a-bitch...

SAM: What?

VINCENT: You speak French.

SAM: What of it?

VINCENT: Nothing...

SAM: Let's get him out of here...

VINCENT: Finish the job...

SAM: And now...

VINCENT: Finish it!

VINCENT: You have to stop doing that!

SAM: I'll work on it...

SAM: Time to quit.

VINCENT: Just like that?

SAM: Not just like that... Just before I turn around and it's six months from now and the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is light a cigarette.

VINCENT: What of it? Samurai pain in the ass.

SAM: Would you stop with that...

VINCENT: Why? You've got more force of will than anyone I've ever seen. You handle a gun like it's a part of you, you perform surgery on yourself without anesthesia... And most amazing of all, you quit smoking, just like that.

SAM: The mark of a true Samurai. What I do for the Company, Vincent, is no different than what you do. We're both hired guns, and this is a job -- like any other job.

VINCENT: Why then, Sam, don't you act like this is a job like any other? Surely, if you are a hired gun, you realize that some times you just have to walk away without getting what you came for.

SAM: Because I don't walk away.

VINCENT: Why not?

SAM: It's the one thing I've got left to hold onto. Jean-Pierre is one of your closest friends, is he not?

VINCENT: Closest and oldest.

SAM: And yet you would have killed him to save my life. You have a sense of honor, Vincent, that I can't even remember anymore. I don't know that I ever even had it to begin with. All I know to do, Vincent, is to finish my job.

VINCENT: And when you finish? What then? This package, whatever it is, do you give it to the CIA? Do you really think they deserve it?

SAM: That's a good question.

VINCENT: Do you have a good answer?

SAM: No, I don't.

SAM: Not here. They might see it.

VINCENT: If I'm going to die for the CIA, I'm going to go out smoking. Besides, there's half a forest between us and them, they can't see a goddamned thing.

VINCENT: Do we need anything else?

SAM: Yeah. We need out fucking heads examined.

SAM: I know I don't need to say this to you, but I need to say it to you. This is my job, I have to do it.

VINCENT: So I do it.

SAM: No you don't, and you know it.

VINCENT: If our positions were reversed, would you leave me?

SAM: In a minute.

VINCENT: I think not.

VINCENT: I'm not here very much.

SAM: Business keeps you on the road?

VINCENT: Something like that.

SAM: Give me a cigarette.

VINCENT: Right now?

SAM: Gimme a goddamn cigarette!!!!

VINCENT: Why are you driving? You're not French, you don't live here, you don't know these roads. Why are you driving?

VINCENT: What the fuck happened?

SAM: I don't know...

VINCENT: You don't know? Bullshit, you had her, there was no way out.

SAM: They don't have the package.

VINCENT: You think?

SAM: You said it yourself: Gregor's not dead. If they had the package, they'd have killed him.

SAM: I'm a field agent -- last of an already extinct breed. I do dark ops.

VINCENT: Dark ops?

SAM: Dark operations. Wet work. Kidnaping. Assassination.

VINCENT: Very ugly.

SAM: It is at that.

VINCENT: Not very zen of you, huh? Not so much the modern Samurai after all.

SAM: I never made that claim.

VINCENT: I know. Jean-Pierre did.

SAM: You were behind the door?

VINCENT: I was waiting to see what would happen. I didn't want to kill him if I didn't have to.

SAM: You would have done that?

VINCENT: I would have tried not to. But yes, if it would have kept him from shooting you, I would have.

SAM: How could you have done that?

VINCENT: Because I owe you. Look at that...

VINCENT: Tell me, Sam: why do you do this?

SAM: Do what?

VINCENT: Continue when it would be so much easier to give it up.

SAM: It's my job.

VINCENT: Then quit. You don't work for Interpol, Sam.

SAM: Sure I do. You heard him, you heard the guy -- that's what he said, what Edvard said.

VINCENT: It's a cover, then. A cover within a cover, a feint within a feint. You work for the CIA, it's the only possible answer.

SAM: You sure your friend got the right place?

VINCENT: If Tony says this is it, then it's it.

SAM: What's this?

VINCENT: The address of the Russian production company. Just in case we need to find them.

SAM: Thorough man.

SAM: The Irish representative?

VINCENT: Yes.

VINCENT: You know him?

SAM: I know of him.

VINCENT: Alright, it's done.

SAM: You see the bullet?

VINCENT: Clearly.

SAM: Good. Now take the forceps, and remember, Vincent, what we're doing here is routine. I've done stuff like this at least twenty times in the field. There are no vital organs where you're working, no major muscles or arteries -- you can't kill me. Just make sure you've got the bullet before you try to pull it out.

VINCENT: It looks to me like we're all that's left of our group.

SAM: We? There is no we in my world now, Vincent, just me.

VINCENT: I'm going with you.

SAM: This doesn't involve you, don't you understand? I can't even guarantee you any money out of all this.

VINCENT: It isn't about money for me, not anymore.

SAM: You don't have to do this.

VINCENT: Yes I do.

VINCENT: That makes twice now you've saved my life.

SAM: I didn't save your life back there. Risked it, maybe -- but I didn't save shit.

VINCENT: You see it your way, I'll see it mine. You need a doctor.

SAM: You know one around here? Somebody you trust?

VINCENT: No...I thought I'd take you to the hospital.

SAM: No hospitals. I'll fix this myself if I have to.

VINCENT: Fix it yourself? Why are we even doing this? There's no need to run, Christ... You're a cop.

SAM: Not exactly.

VINCENT: You're with Interpol -- you're a cop.

SAM: If I was a cop, a real cop, I'd have busted you a long time ago. This isn't about you, it's about the job I have to do.

VINCENT: And what job is that?

SAM: My job, Vincent, a job you don't need to know about. I can't go to the local cops -- they'd never be able to get close enough at this point. It's me or nobody, and I've been on this job too goddamned long not to finish.

VINCENT: You're a cop...you're a fucking cop...I should kill you.

SAM: But you can't.

SAM: He's going back.

VINCENT: Not necessarily. He could go off road at any number of places. He might not even be in the country anymore.

SAM: It's Paris. The route's too indirect for anything else. A guy like Gregor, he doesn't waste time on this road unless he has to be on it in the first place. Otherwise, he'd be out of the country by now. He's going to Paris. Now I just hope we can find him before he gets there.

SAM: It was at that.

VINCENT: A lot of people died.

SAM: I've seen a lot of people die before.

VINCENT: I haven't. Not like that. How do you get used to it?

SAM: You don't. You just learn to live with it.

VINCENT: I won't lie -- there have been times when I had to do it, times when the only way to get out alive was to see that the other man didn't.

SAM: We live in a singular world, my friend.

VINCENT: I never really thought I was part of the world you move in, Sam, to tell you the truth. I'm a hood, a thief. Big time in a small time king of way. To the local police I'm a prize, to the local hoods I'm a legend. But to a guy like you I'm just another two bit hired gun.

SAM: You might be a hired gun, Vincent, but I got a feeling you cost more than two bits.

SAM: I borrowed that, too...

VINCENT: Of course...whenever you feel like it just help yourself.

SAM: I have a feeling I'm about to start buying my own.

SAM: I came up here to sneak a smoke.

VINCENT: You were smoking?

SAM: I hope you don't mind I took your pack. It was on the table.

VINCENT: Please, help yourself. Smoke as many you'd like.

SAM: What's going on?

VINCENT: You weren't around when I woke up, I thought maybe something had happened. This has been one very fucked up job, Sam, and I'm not taking any more chances on anybody... Including you...

VINCENT: The question still remains: what do we do now?

SAM: Gregor's cell phone...

VINCENT: How did you know?

SAM: Know what?

VINCENT: That there was a gun pointed at me.

SAM: I saw you look off when Francois nodded his head. I figured he wasn't pointing out a particularly rare shrub, and the rest was easy.

VINCENT: But how did you know I would have the presence of mind to pull my weapon when I did?

SAM: Because that's what I would have done...

SAM: You know, what you pulled back there, that was bullshit.

VINCENT: I needed to see if you were a cop. I'm a popular man with the police, Sam, and whenever they try to catch me they always do it with an inside guy -- some man on some job who seems more trustworthy than all the others put together. And that's the guy you have to watch out for. I hate cops...

SAM: Well I ain't a cop.

VINCENT: I needed to know.

SAM: You need to know a lot of shit, Vincent.

SAM: What's going on?

VINCENT: I just wanted to see something.

SAM: See what?

VINCENT: Lovely, isn't it?

SAM: They'd have to keep something like this under lock and key in New York, and it would still get fucked up.

VINCENT: You were once some kind of special forces. Airborne Ranger, maybe a Navy SEAL. After that you rode shotgun for the CIA in some place like El Salvador or Afghanistan, a real mercenary. Only now -- now you're like the rest of us, it's a very competitive market since the end of the cold war. There's a lot of hired guns out here, and not nearly enough work to go around.

SAM: That's right: there's not hardly enough work these days, nothing that pays the big money, anyhow. Then along comes this job, paying so much goddamned money I couldn't afford not to take it. Somebody's paying through the nose for this.

VINCENT: They certainly are. Whatever it is we're going to steal, it must be quite something.

SAM: Whatever it is it must be goddamned priceless.

SAM: So, Vincent: why bring me along for the ride? Job like this calls for a warm body, somebody who can stand around and look threatening. A tough guy.

VINCENT: Like Larry or Swede.

SAM: Exactly. Why not bring them?

VINCENT: Let's just say I thought the conversational possibilities were limited. Of course, I might have brought Gregor, but he didn't seem like the right candidate -- for this.

SAM: Watch that one, he's an ex-spook for sure, maybe Stasi, maybe KGB. He's smart, Gregor is.

VINCENT: So is the woman.

SAM: Deirdre? Smart, yeah, and seriously goddamned dangerous.

VINCENT: I wonder if she truly left the IRA.

SAM: I've wondered that myself. None of this answers my question, though... Why bring me?

VINCENT: I wanted to see who you were.

SAM: Who am I?

VINCENT: Help yourself. Since when do you smoke?

SAM: I have, I don't know, maybe a cigarette a week.

VINCENT: A cigarette? As in one? One cigarette a week, who smokes like that?

SAM: I do.

VINCENT: Christ, I smoke a pack-and-a-half a day, and I tell myself I could be worse. It's just so damned pleasurable.

SAM: It has it's moments. Course, you get cancer and die, that's the down side.

VINCENT: There is that.

VINCENT: That was a nice move you did on our young friend. Judo?

SAM: Jujitsu.

VINCENT: Same thing, isn't it?

SAM: Not at all. Similar, but not the same.

VINCENT: What's the difference?

SAM: One's a lot more painful than the other.

SAM: What'd you say to him?

VINCENT: I asked if we could give him anything else.

VINCENT: He says this is their block.

SAM: As in, they own it?

VINCENT: Something like that...

SAM: And I suppose he's saying that we oughta give them something for using it, huh?

VINCENT: I didn't know that you spoke French.

SAM: I don't. But the language he's speaking is universal.

VINCENT: Pretty much what you'd expect.

SAM: That's what I thought.

SAM: Where to?

VINCENT: To see a man about a thing.

SAM: I can do that.

VINCENT: I'm Vincent. And I coordinate.

SAM: Coordinate what?

VINCENT: Things. This is my country, you know.

SAM: He trusts you to lock up?

VINCENT: Let's just say he knows who I am.

VINCENT: Cigarette?

SAM: No thanks.

VINCENT: Perhaps the police?

SAM: I know cops -- and you're no cop.

SAM: Sorry I'm late...

VINCENT: What makes you think we're here to meet you?

SAM: Who else would you be?

TONY: Last I heard there was a film rep for the Irish players staying at this address, name of Seamus Reilly.

SAM: Seamus Reilly.

SAM: Why's that?

TONY: Cause the Russian production company would be easier to find.

SAM: It's the Irish tape we want.

TONY: Gonna be tough.

SAM: Gaelic.

TONY: You sure?

SAM: I'm sure.

SAM: What's the story?

TONY: It's an international thing. Several different peoples involved, criminals from all over the world, experts brought together to do a job. But maybe the most interesting thing about it is that preeminent in the plot we find the Russian Mob and the IRA in bed together. An unlikely group of partners.

VINCENT: You slept with her!

SEAMUS: You should have kill him when you had the chance. But no...

VINCENT: You put everything on the line because you...

SEAMUS: You slept with the fucker!!

VINCENT: You slept with her!

SEAMUS: How is it these fellahs managed to get the drop on us?

VINCENT: Why didn't you kill her?

SEAMUS: Why didn't you kill him?

VINCENT: Tony and I have to talk some business, first.

TONY: I gotta try and overcharge him, he has to moan about the price, we settle somewhere in the middle.

VINCENT: It's a matter of respect. Why don't you wait outside, this won't take long.

TONY: Seamus Reilly, boy's a serious Irish Auteur -- a real firebrand. Thinks his more moderate filmmaking brethren have turned to making movies for peace-loving pussies, if you see what I'm saying.

VINCENT: I get the picture.

VINCENT: Can you get it?

TONY: The Russian would be easier.

TONY: What I've heard so far, it's all a lot of talk. I wasn't so sure what to make of it at first, cause, like I said, the Irish and the Russians are an unlikely mix.

VINCENT: You said you might know where we can get a copy of this tape?

TONY: All depends on whether you want the Russian or the Gaelic language version.

VINCENT: Do you have the tape?

TONY: I might know where you could get a copy.

VINCENT: I was wondering if you had any movies that were particularly new.

TONY: Matter of face there's this flick I've been hearing about. I haven't seen it, but from what I hear it's pretty cool.

TONY: My man, how you doing?

VINCENT: I'm alright. And you?

TONY: Doing well. This is?

VINCENT: A friend. I was telling him about how you always have the latest tapes.

TONY: Why don't we step into my office...