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Slight problem.

Yeah, it won't fit.

- It will fit.

- Sam, it won't.

- Don't get upset, it will.

- I look upset?

A tad.

So what do we do?

- Eat the top layer.

- What?

That's so funny.

It won't fit!

What? No, nothing major.

A small complication, that's all.

Anyway, the cake's for this evening, huh?

I'm just kidding, mom.

Okay.

Tell Anne-Marie to...

chill out.

I'll call you back.

See, it fits.

What are we waiting for? There are no witnesses.

Not until he has the package.

Pli Express, Zero Stress

- No one'll notice the difference.

- Sam, please.

Hold this a second.

Gently!

- Sorry.

- It's really heavy.

- Yeah, boss?

- An emergency.

Today, I can't. It's Nadia's sister's wedding.

It's a tiny little job. 10 minutes tops.

Very important client. A new client.

I give it to Ice or you want the bonus?

I'll be right there.

- Whaddya mean?

- I got my bonus!

It'll only take me 10 minutes tops.

10 minutes?

It's taking too long.

I'll go up, you block the exit.

Hi!

Pli Express.

You called us up?

You called?

Great offices.

What business you in?

Personal delivery.

5th district. Who's it for?

Ask for Mr. Loki.

Give it to him...

and no one else.

Is that clear?

Crystal clear.

Thanks.

Have a nice day.

No, I just picked up.

I gotta deliver to the 5th. 144, Rue Mouffetard.

A courier has the package.

- Grab him. I'll take care of Loki.

- No problem.

10 minutes or I'm coming over.

I'm on my way.

What's he want?

Maniac!

Are you nuts or what?

Freeze!

Loki got away.

Sh*t! The courier shook me off.

We gotta find him fast.

He had a sticker on the scooter.

Pli Express, Zero Stress.

Loki's moving again.

Sh*t! How's he go so fast?

Headed for the 5th.

That's downtown. U-turn!

Hi, Pli Express!

Personal delivery for Mr. Loki.

I'm Robert. What you drinking?

Nothing, I'm working. This isn't La Bourgogne?

Sure it is, but we're not a mailroom.

And I don't give free tours.

- What'll it be?

- We're fine.

- Let's go.

- What are you doing?

- What am I doing?

- I said to meet me here?

I waited a half-hour. We're late, let's go.

The guy gave me 100 euros for personal delivery.

Romeo and Juliet, what'll it be?

Nothing!

I told you, we're not a mailroom.

- What'll it be?

- A Coke.

And for the little lady?

- Coke, too.

- Two Cokes.

No, one Coke, two straws.

- A Coke for two?

- Yeah.

No wonder we're in the sh*t.

The GPS has him in the cafe opposite.

We're almost there.

We'll go straight to the church.

See you there.

- I'm leaving that at the bar.

- Hold on...

- Sorry, it's the straw...

- You idiot!

If this doesn't wash out, I swear...

When I get back, we're gone.

I can't see him.

Loki, where the hell are you?

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