Kiss Of The Dragon

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- First time to France?

- Yes.

Purpose of your visit?

- Business or pleasure?

- Pleasure.

Do you like this music? No?

Yeah, yeah.

You can put your things over there.

How long are you

planning on staying?

Not very long.

Message for Mr. Smith.

- Smith?

- Yes.

Smith.

He's here.

Monsieur, good evening.

Anything to drink?

- Water.

- Sparkling or flat?

Flat.

- Last one for the road.

- A beer?

Oh, yes.

So, how are you, pal?

Just a little

pre-takeoff takeoff.

Gives new meaning to

"flying the friendly skies."

- Can I buy you a drink? A serious drink?

- No, thank you.

- Where are you from? Ah, China.

- Beijing.

My favorite. I love China.

I love the food-- Chinese food.

It's the best.

Yeah, the way they cut things

in little pieces...

so that you don't have to

use all that heavy silverware.

Brilliant invention, the chopstick.

Not like us barbarians.

I mean, there we are,

sticking our forks into the food...

and hacking it up

with our knives.

- First time in Paris?

- Yes.

Mmm. Great.

Men's toilet, now.

You're gonna have

the time of your life.

Hands up, please.

My boss is dying to meet you.

Gun, please.

You won't need it.

You're safe with us.

So, you came all the way from China

to keep an eye on us.

- To help you.

- Yes, of course.

To help us,

since we are so incompetent.

'Cause after all,

what is our miserable history...

compared to yours?

Since we have to work together,

I don't want to spend half the day

killing your name.

- You got a nickname?

- No.

Why don't we give you one.

How about John?

I like that.

Richard.

Inspector Richard.

Welcome to Paris, Johnny.

So, what's on the menu tonight?

They're talking about

the stock market.

What f***in' time do you call this?

Don't ever keep me waiting.

You got me?

Come on. Let's go.

Ah, there you are.

Smile, girls. Smile.

Welcome to gay Paris.

This is a few friends of mine.

This is Veronica, Susan.

Say hello.

Yeah, sit, sit.

Hey, cool it.

Hey, f***in' cool it, all right?

I think we have a situation.

One man, two girls.

- You see them?

- Yes, I do.

Want to go to Heaven?

Want to go to Heaven?

Let's go.

- I'm going up.

- But, boss, the meeting.

I flew 12,000 miles for a cocksucker

of a contact. He can wait for me!

I don't know if I can do this.

Don't worry.

Let Mama run the show.

- Hmm?

- Okay, let's go to Heaven.

He's leaving with the two hookers.

What should I do?

Come up... and enjoy the show.

- Boss, we didn't check the room.

- One minute.

Let's party, big boy.

Come on, baby. Let's have some fun.

- I don't feel so good.

- Want a fix?

- No! I told you, I quit.

- More for me.

Your meeting's up, guys!

Everybody, out!

But, boss, we didn't

finish searching.

- Get out!

- Okay, guys, let's get out of here.

I have to go to the bathroom, okay?

- Okay. Come back soon.

- Sure.

Oh, hey, Johnny. Just in time.

- This wasn't part of the plan.

- It is now. Don't worry.

It's all under control.

He'll do his thing, then we'll do ours.

- Where's the other girl?

- Prettying up in the bathroom.

- You want to go to Heaven?

- Take me to Heaven!

I'm going! Yes! Yes!

I'm going!

No!

You mother f***er! Let me up!

She stabbed me!

The dumb b*tch stabbed me!

Stay calm.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

I'm dying.

Stop recording.

- F***!

- We need to get him to the hospital.

He doesn't wanna go to a hospital.

He wants to go to Heaven.

- Why did you kill him?

- The question is, why did you kill him?

Richard, look what he did to me!

Help me!

Thanks for the help,Johnny.

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