Killing Zoe Page #2

and spend 200 bucks to do it.

Just use your hand like me.

Sometimes you just need

honesty... and security of a whore.

I don't understand.

Anyway, it's too late. Get dressed,

lets go out and meet the boys.

I stink, going to take another shower.

No, in Paris it's good to smell

like you've been f***ing.

So we can respect you.

Just put on a shirt

and a sport coat. Come on.

I'm glad you came.

How long has it been?

It's amazing, you know?

Here you are.

One day in America. Now here.

Ya.

Well, to to tell you the truth, there wasn't

a lot happening for me back in the States.

But in Paris your old friend Eric has a

job for you, so you came. That's good.

How could I resist your invitation?

You would have been stupid to.

Well...

- I'm not that stupid.

- No, not yet.

So what have you been doing

for the past 11 years?

After school I spent some time in

Algeria studying African philosophy.

And then I bummed around.

You know. For fun.

For a while I worked at Le Figaro.

The newspaper.

You know? Le Figaro?

Ya? Wow.

Yes. With an assumed masters degree.

And lately we have just been

bombing fascists here in Paris.

You know, like terrorists.

It's fun.

What the f*** is he doing?

Ass hole!

Kitty.

Here, kitty cat.

Is this cat dead?

I don't know. I think it's a sleep

but it's been there for days.

I guess it is dead. Ya.

Come on.

The people next door on holiday.

We took their phone.

If you want to make a

long distance call, go ahead.

How are you doing?

Okay. Oliver is from England.

- Claude.

- et voila.

Ricardo... Quebec.

Francois, Oliver, Jean, who knows. Eric.

They all know who you are.

Can I get you anything to drink, sir?

Beer?

Thanks.

I mean come here. Hey, Sit.

Easy, easy. Don't scare him.

He's just trying to claim you.

Let me introduce you properly.

That is Enrique.

He likes to be called chim chim,

but we don't always get what we like...

do we?

Enrique! Taistoi!

Get out!

I hate monkeys.

- Do you like hashish?

- Oh ya.

Don't sit next to that junkie.

Your little sh*t monkey pissed

on my Billy Holiday album.

- Next time he's out the door. Okay?

- Okay okay!

Zed, come here.

Don't ask me where we got this, okay?

Where did you get this?

On Bastille Day, all the banks are closed.

But this one. BIP.

The Banque Internationale de Paris.

And for being greedy capitalists, perhaps

they will remain closed next Bastille Day. Ay?

This is the only entrance. Good.

We will go in and

shut the bank down.

Now, look at this.

As you can see,

only one person can start the alarm.

The concierge, at this desk.

We will take care of him.

Then we can close the bank.

No one will know the difference since

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