Colombiana

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When I was your age,

I would sleep half the day.

I don't know if it helps

with your growing pattern,

but I was always ready

for what came after.

Whose room did I sleep in?

My son.

Your cousin.

Where is he?

He's dead.

Killed?

Yes.

By whom?

No one who is still alive.

You are very talented.

- Is this what you want to be, an artist?

- I used to want to be like Xena.

A Warrior Princess.

Not any more?

No?

I want to be a killer.

Can you help?

Sure.

Normally we don't accept students

in the middle of the academic year.

But under these circumstances,

losing her parents in a tragic car accident.

Here you are. These are...

the school supplies you'll need.

Sorry...

She's a little traumatized.

Of course.

See you Monday, Cataleya.

Such a pretty name.

Thanks.

After we get all this stuff,

we go over to Maxwell Street...

to get hot dogs

from those Polish people here.

You like hot dog?

What is it now?

That school has nothing to teach me.

I told you what I want.

You don't want to help me? Fine.

I'll do it myself.

Look.

See that?

Is that what you want?

You want me to teach you how to be

a killer? Sure, no problema, I'll teach you.

But you'll be dead in five years.

If you want to be a killer and survive,

you got to be a smart one.

You have to know things besides

how to pull a trigger.

You have to know how the world works,

how people think...

You gotta learn how to stand,

how to be psychological.

And I cannot teach you that

unless you learn the basics out of school.

You got that? Hmm?

Come on. What's it going to be?

Cataleya? You choose.

Come on.

Now. Choose.

What you want? Choose.

Better.

Hey, buddy.

I got the good stuff.

- So, might I suggest...

- Yeah?

Let's buy some things.

You know,

spice it up a bit,

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