Nikita Page #2

-Yes...

What are you doing in my arms?

I don't know.

But now that we've gotten this far...

Maybe it's just a dream.

Oh, my darling.

You've made progress, especially in dance.

In art, too.

But in all the other subjects,

nix, zilch,

zero.

I'll be right back.

Happy birthday.

Blow them out.

They've given us two weeks.

I can't do any more after that.

Not a thing.

Are you looking at my hands?

They were beautiful once.

Now, they give me away.

Did you go through this?

Let your pleasure be your guide.

Your pleasure as a woman.

And don't forget,

there are two things that have no limit:

femininity

and the means of taking advantage of it.

I don't believe it!

Not ready yet?

You're uptight, Amande.

It's five to and I hate unpunctuality.

Waiting sharpens the appetite.

Put this on.

God, this hanger's ugly.

I have to finish work.

No way! That'll do!

Only for a minute.

You look beautiful.

Are we dining?

Yes.

And why?

It's your birthday.

Your twenty-third.

Hey, he didn't forget.

Amande, we have a guest.

I thought we'd have dinner

out.

Shall I go?

The usual, sir?

You know,

you can put your bag down.

Watch this.

Magic.

Wait a minute.

Taittinger, king of vintage champagnes.

-Enjoy your evening.

-Thanks.

To your future.

Now?

It's loaded.

Six titanium bullets, plus an extra cartridge.

I don't get it.

There are three people behind you.

A woman and two men in suits:

a bodyguard

and a VIP. You've two bullets to kill him.

Then go down to the men's room.

In the end booth,

there's a small window your size.

It opens onto a courtyard.

A corridor leads to the street.

A car's waiting already.

You've got three minutes.

Please wait until I leave.

Eddy, look down there.

Other side.

Stay there.

Jos!

Coming!

Miss! Miss! Stop!

Open up!

There's trouble down here.

Miss!

Open the door, a**hole!

The window was walled up, Bob!

The window was walled up!

Of course it was.

You filthy sh*t!

Stop it, Nikita!

Motherf***er!

It's all over. You get out tomorrow.

You get out tomorrow!

You get out tomorrow!

You get out tomorrow!

Just calm down, God damn it!

We have to.

We have to do this sort of exercise

before letting agents out.

You've worked well, Nikita.

Tonight,

and all these years.

I'll miss you.

I'll never kiss you again.

What category of mission is she for?

S1.

Still as ambitious.

Don't sit down.

Six months set-up time.

I want her for September.

I can't stand you.

I'd have let you die. So toe the line.

You won't be warned. Clear?

How many do I take?

Three at the most.

Jeannot.

Marie Clment from Sarlat.

Nurse at the Salptrire.

You're paid at the bank

opposite the hospital.

Passport, driving license,

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