The Matador Page #4

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- What do you mean?

We're on a public place,

and I don't want you to lose your sh*t.

Lose my sh*t?

My God, what are you gonna tell me?

Sometimes...

- Sometimes, what?

- Sometimes...

... people need to be eliminated...

Oh, come on!

- What, you're a hitman?

- Oh, please... please.

My handler calls me a "facilitator".

"Facilitator" of fatalities.

- That's insane.

- Think what you like.

I've got to hand it to you Julian, you're

one of the best bullshit-artists I ever met.

- And I've met some.

- You're absolutely right, Danny.

My name is O. Johnson, and I

sell aluminium-siding in Minneapolis.

So you say you actually kill people

for money?

I do what I'm asked to do,

and what makes sense to me.

Kind of like the mob?

I tend to be hired in the more kind of

anonymous, high-paying jobs.

- Cooperate gigs.

- Cooperate gigs?

I'm a great helper at

getting deals closed.

I don't believe you... I don't believe you.

- I don't believe on the easter-bunny.

- I don't believe you for a second.

Come on!

Cooperate gigs?

- Think what you will.

- It's ridiculous!

- Yes.

- Cooperate gigs.

Yes...! My God...

I knew there was a reason

that I never told anyone what I did.

See that guy over there?

- The fat man and the little girl?

- Yeah.

Say I want him dead,

his family dead, dead... right now.

- Right here.

- Right now? Couldn't happen.

I know, but say that you could,

and money is no object.

- Are you sure you wanna know?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I want you to "facilitate".

Okey, Danny.

Alright, come with me.

Lets go.

I'm a big fan of the "gotta pee"-theory

of assassinations.

- "Gotta pee"?

- Everyone's gotta pee.

- Ask me for a cigarette.

- What?

Do it.

- Can I have a cigarette please?

- Sure.

But these things kill you, you know...

Now look around.

- They're scary. - Yes, and no.

- Why?

They seem more interested in the

beautiful woman coming and going-

- from the ladies-room.

That's good for us.

Just like those men over there

at the concession-stand.

They're only interested in see

us walking there with our wallets open.

No-one is watching the mens-room.

- The "gotta pee"-theory.

- You're catching on.

- Now... escape-routes.

- Escape-routes?

- You don't wanna get caught, right?

- No, no...

- Don't get caught, it sucks.

- Right.

- See the main exit?

- Yeah.

- That's a traffic-jam.

- Where else?

You tell me.

Okey, okey... that door out there.

If it werent' locked.

A vietnamese girl I once knew had her leg

so locked together-

- that I couldn't get in reach

of the "spring-roll".

Two drinks, and I was at a

"all you can eat buff".

Every lock can be broken.

It's just a matter of will...

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