Bangkok Dangerous

- Huh?

Glasses. Off.

Keep that with you at all times.

- I have good phone.

- Now you have two.

You answer whenever it rings.

If I call and you don't answer,

you don't get paid.

Time is very important.

If I tell you to be somewhere

and you are a minute late...

you don't get paid.

Do you understand?

Birdshit foreigner

- In English.

- I understand!

You know the Caribbean club?

High class ass.

Ask for a dancer named Aom.

You give her this.

You make sure the X is

facing up like this.

She's gonna give you a package.

Don't open it.

What's in it?

It doesn't concern you.

Then you go pick it up.

I'll find someone else.

Okay, okay, okay, okay,

I, I do it. I do it. I do it.

You come straight back here.

You don't stop for anything.

What if I have to piss?

If you ask me one more question...

Then I won't get paid.

I know that.

- Okay, I go now, ah?

- Hey!

Take the cell phone.

Duck fucker.

Excuse me.

Which dancer is Aom?

That one right there.

Thank you very much.

What do you want?

F*ck a Duck!

- You late, huh?

- Gimme the case.

You don't get paid for today.

- Why not?

- You ran from the police.

You told me not to stop.

I, I do what you said.

Don't stop, no stop for nothing,

not even for piss!

From now on,

I don't want anymore police.

You understand?

The human face can mislead

in a thousand different ways.

But the eyes never change.

I was taught to start with the eyes.

I'm Kong.

Heroin?

Give him what he needs.

No, wait, wait, wait.

The elephant.

The ah, the nose, you see?

Pointing down... bad luck.

No good.

Bad luck for you.

Goodnight.

Yeah, I'm checking on

a wire transfer.

Account code

six-five-one, four-three, four-six.

Thank you.

Hello...

Uh... I have a a cut...

and I need some medicine...

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