Coursier Page #4

Can't hear you.

Not now. Have you seen Nadia?

No sweat, she went home. Left this for you...

- Cool.

- Here...

Are you 12 years old?

This!

What's that?

Bills to pay most likely.

Where's the package?

My office! Now!

You've got it.

Your girlfriend said the client would drop by.

Is she nuts? Wants to get you fired?

- No, it's your Mr. Loki...

- What's going on?

I never saw anything like it.

A courier doesn't lose stuff.

What's this?

That? Nothing. A project.

It's mine.

You open lockers?

It's a cool idea.

Eco-couriers, classy!

Gotta get in first.

Gotta patent the concept.

- Need the capital, of course.

- That's capital!

Hand off my idea.

- Oh yeah?

- Or else what?

Or else the sh*t'll hit the fan!

That's right, have a good laugh.

Who are they?

You know them, Sam?

- Are they with you?

- Sort of.

Whaddya mean? Who are they?

The armed wing of Green Riders.

We were kidding. We're family.

It was a joke. We didn't mean anything.

Who are they?

What's going on now?

Kill 'em!

They're the competition. Hide!

Call 'em off! I'll give you the capital.

All of it!

Reload!

We'll talk later!

You explain the deal.

- Where you going?

- Outta here!

My Zoomer!

Ice, come back!

He has the package.

Sh*t!

My Zoomer!

My office.

I surrender.

We can be partners. 50-50?

70-30?

Your courier? Where can we find him?

Look, that's his name...

and address.

- What?

- It's Sharas.

- What do you want?

- Track a cellphone.

- Paris?

- In Paris, yeah.

Where do I deliver your damn package?

There's a key in it.

Credit card?

- A room key.

- Hotel du Louvre?

Got it.

Loki's delivering there. Pretend to be him.

We'll meet you there.

OK, you got it.

A minor slip-up, mom.

I know it's about to begin.

We'll go straight to the church.

We'll sneak in the back with the oldies!

Pain in the ass! My dress!

Where are you?

There's no number on the key. It's a huge hotel.

How do I find the right room?

Sam, what are you talking about?

Sh*t, it's you.

Sorry.

Who else?

I thought it was the other chick.

What other chick?

It's too complicated. I'll explain later.

You didn't open my letter, did you?

What letter?

What letter?

- Oh, that.

- That?

No, I didn't get time, baby.

What's this about a room key?

- It's the package!

- And there's a chick?

We're late for the wedding,

we missed the ceremony!

And you're meeting a chick in a hotel! No worries!

- I can explain.

- Where's my chauffeur-driven limo?

Champagne, the whole shebang. Where is it?

- Listen, baby.

- Don't baby me!

I'm sick of broken promises!

I need you here!

I told everyone Sam'd be there.

But he's not. Where's Sam?

Stop whining and listen.

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