3 Days to Kill Page #4

I need you to find him...

...and I need you to kill him.

So I buy back my life by killing for you?

When did you become so self-righteous?

Jesus Christ, I just wanna be sure

that we're talking about the same thing here.

You know, killing.

There's a man inside that works

for the Wolf's accountant.

I'm gonna need you

to start right away.

Well, I got a fish to fry and I'm late.

I can get you in home

in time for dinner, Ethan.

Question is...

...do you want your bike back?

- Pretty public place.

- Meaning?

Meaning a silencer would...

...be handy.

So, how many guys

are we talking about?

One.

Knock 'em dead.

Yeah, well, that's the point, isn't it?

Allo?

Grenade!

Pretty good for a jobber.

You said there'd be one guy,

not five.

Oops.

But I did say keep the young man

with the mustache alive.

What do you think

this guy looks like?

- Middle-aged.

- Not a chance.

- Tell her how old you are.

- I am...

Make an effort, all right?

I'm trying to save your life.

- Now tell her how old you are.

- I'm 32.

- Middle-aged.

- Jesus Christ!

Now this...

...is a young man with a mustache.

No, that's a goatee.

That's a mustache and some stubble.

- That's a goatee.

- That's a goatee?

That's a mustache, all right?

This is a goatee.

- That's a shadow.

- It looks French.

- Since when?

- That's a goatee...

What, from your century, grandpa?

Look at that, that's a mustache.

All right, so what about

the rest of these guys?

- Hmm?

- Oh, my...

Who are all these other guys here?

- I don't know.

- And that doesn't bother you?

Nope.

Because I usually like to know the person

I'm killing needs to be dead.

And that's why you never made it

to the top shelf, my friend.

Goatee, you're up.

I'm looking for the accountant.

When does he get back to Paris?

I don't know, I swear.

Kill him.

Hold on,

I can get this guy to talk.

He didn't know.

Goddamn it.

Do you even have a line

that can't be crossed?

I'm gonna need a significant raise.

I wanna leave my daughter

more than just my sh*t pension.

Look, I'll close at 25 but I'm gonna cap you

to half a dozen kills.

Half a dozen?

I'm already halfway there.

We've all been asked

to tighten our belts.

Don't take this the wrong way,

Viv, but you're not my type.

I'm everybody's type.

- You... Are you sure this works?

- No.

But I am sure that if you don't try it,

you'll be dead in two months.

It's 50 thousand, not 25.

And you're giving me credit

for those three guys upstairs.

And I'm also gonna want a...

I'm gonna need a million

dollar life insurance policy.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

I like the package.

All right, now do it.

Breathe, Ethan.

It will hit you morphine-quick.

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