Nikita Page #5

"Never."

I can't believe I'm saying this.

The white boat on the canal

with a driver in a blue shirt.

To the left,

there are two people outside a door.

Take aim on them

and get ready.

We're awaiting orders.

Yes.

Can we talk?

Okay, but stay there.

Marie...

I know questions piss you off.

I don't know what's up,

what sh*t you've been through

to put you in that state.

But I've got an imagination, okay?

And I imagine the worst.

The worst would be a relief.

Who is it?

Room service.

Coming.

Hello, sir. Beautiful day, isn't it?

Weren't you out of ham?

Sorry?

Okay, it's no big deal.

How many targets?

One but double.

What's he like?

I haven't been informed yet.

My name's Roberto. If you want to call me...

Yeah, Harry Vederchi.

Target visible in 10 seconds.

Which one of them is it?

I haven't the data yet.

The target, damn it!

The woman.

The woman in brown.

For Christ's sake, the woman!

The f***ing woman!

What's up? Why don't you respond?

You promised not to come in.

I know, but I heard a noise...

I spent 15 minutes at the door.

You could have replied!

You didn't hear me, huh?

Fine.

This'll keep you going.

Miss?

Hot chocolate. Cake.

Interested in my vacation?

I know you and your sadistic games.

You're sick, Bob. I need to tell you that.

Your job's a sewer for you.

I'm happy to see you.

I miss the time

when I had you to myself every day.

An ambassador, leaving in five months.

Get him before he goes.

It's your mission. Choose your team.

You've got five months.

The boss wants a clean, smooth job.

I thought of you.

Always on two jobs at once, huh?

It's to show I love you.

What a welcome! I'll try again.

There, that's much better.

From now on,

no more "Mr. Cashier." I resigned.

-Exactly.

-To make boats?

You bet!

-Champagne!

-It's taken care of.

Who taught you to smile?

You did.

I think we should move.

I thought something bigger

might suit you better.

He's seeing his mistress there.

You're in for a two-hour wait.

Got a light?

See you later.

Sorry, I got held up.

Maximilien Jedreck, posted in Paris

He's keeping data in the embassy safe,

waiting until he goes home. Classic.

What sort of data is it?

All sorts:
computing,

electronics, mechanics...

Who's the girl?

Anne-Marie. Been together for two years.

She's an art dealer.

Seems safe enough.

We're not interested in him.

We're after the companies selling the data,

and to get them, we need proof.

The proof's in the embassy safe?

Yeah, and the keys are in his pocket.

So we know where to look.

Relations are strained.

Go easy and don't hurt him.

Try to work magic, not havoc.

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart?

Sh*t, you scared me!

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