Nikita

Shit, you're so fucking dumb, Zap.

I got the keys!

I... I zapped it.

Zapped it. That's all you ever do, huh?

Zap things.

You're real dumb, huh?

This is my place.

Great. You show us round

and we lose no time, okay?

I need it.

You'll get it, baby.

Get a move on. I'll start without you.

This'll stop them messing us about.

I need it.

It's coming! Just cool it!

Get a move on, Coyotte. For Christ's sake!

F*ck it!

F*ck it!

The light!

Are you guys nuts?

What are you shits after,

apart from trouble?

Is that your old man, Coyotte?

Antoine?

Dad.

It's not you?

We need a fix.

Going to shoot your baby boy?

Asshole!

Asshole! Kill him!

Is that it? Come on!

My name's Rico. My name's Rico!

Go for it, Zap, go for it!

Make it good, Zap. Make it good, huh?

It's gonna be good, Rico!

It's gonna be good!

None left?

No.

Can it!

Quiet!

Out! Hands behind your back!

Put your legs apart. More!

Full name.

Nikita.

Here's a word of advice, cutie.

Just play it cool.

I don't think this bullshit's funny.

Understand?

Cutie!

Maybe we should wait...

Cool it. I know what these jerks are like.

It's all for show.

Pencil.

Concentrate. Put your last and first name.

My name's Cutie!

After considering the Saint-Denis case,

we find the accused guilty

of the willful murders of Georges Henri,

Grgoire Andersen and Michel Terlin,

all three law-enforcement officers.

In reply to the question

of extenuating circumstances,

the jury has replied in the negative.

Therefore, the accused is sentenced

according to Article 304

to life imprisonment.

With a 30-year minimum

before review for parole.

Court adjourned.

Motherfuckers!

Motherfuckers!

Let go, you asshole!

Cut it out.

Let me go,

motherfucker!

Hold her!

Motherfuckers!

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

You can't do this.

I don't wanna go like this.

You gotta tell my mother.

She's been told.

So why ain't she here?

Why ain't my mother here?

Can't we wait a bit longer?

She'll come and fetch me.

My mother will come and fetch me.

Mom.

Mom.

Hello.

What's your name?

Nikita.

Nice name.

Where's it from?

A song.

What's it about?

Mister,

is this Heaven here or not?

No, but

it could turn out to be.

You died Saturday at 5:00 p.m.

The prison doctor confirmed

suicide after an overdose of tranquillizers.

You're buried

in Maisons-Alfort, row 8, plot 30.

Titi... That's Titi!

I work, let's say,

for the government.

We've decided to give you another chance.

What do I do?

Learn.

Learn to read, walk, talk, smile,

and even fight.

Learn to do everything.

What for?

To serve your country.

What if I don't want to?

Row 8, plot 30.

Can I sleep a bit before I decide?

I'll be back in an hour.

Motherfucker!

Where's the way out?

Straight ahead.

-Who're these shits?

-Employees.

Nobody move! It's okay!

The hell it is! Nothing's okay!

Open the door!

I can't open it.

Tell them to open the door!

They won't.

I'll blow your brains out.

It's not loaded.

Forget it. Get off me!

Cool it.

Right, get back to your desks.

Rule 1, the first bullet's not for you.

That'll clip your wings.

Made your mind up?

That's good.

Fill that out.

If I don't make it?

You'll make it.

We'll start with an easy program.

It's like a typewriter keyboard:

letters and figures.

That's the mouse.

There's a roller under it to move the arrow.

If you press here, you can make drawings.

Go on, then.

There. Gently. That's good. Gently. Gently!

Bring the arrow back now.

Back up to the corner.

Bring the arrow back here.

Very good. Now press here.

There you go.

Again.

These are the firearms we use.

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