like without you.
I have to get back to work.
I have to go.
I've really got a million things to do.
We'll talk later, all right?
Listen, I've always seen you hanging about
college, but no one knows what you do.
Does it matter? I'm in business.
Don't run away now.
I really am a remarkable fellow.
Kenna, you look a bit nervous.
Mercer sent my money?
Not this trip. They want to
talk to you about that bomb.
Mercer says it was overdone.
Several children were killed.
It hurt the movement.
Don't your people realize what it
costs to run an operation like this?
I work miracles for them.
Kenna... where were you since Friday?
They picked me up at the airport
and they held me over the weekend.
- The police?
- No worry at all.
- But you still came here.
- You know I'd never tell them anything.
You already have.
Move.
You go to a better life.
- Excuse me, Inspector.
- Where's that bastard Hartman?
He's over at the back of the crowd, sir.
- What's going on here?
- Can you tell us anything?
I don't want to hear a word from you,
Hartman, that you warned us.
Not one word, understand?
One of these days it would be nice if
someone listened before it was too late.
First the bombing, then three men
come to get him, and he gets them.
He's becoming quite a legend here, sir.
Maybe. But even a legend can go too far.
He's now killed one of his own.
A man in his position has to worry as
much about his friends as his enemies.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
You fool,
where the hell have you been?
Wulfgar, you must be out of your mind
to bring me here,
right next to police headquarters.
Couldn't you find another meeting place,
other than Sainte Chapelle?
I go where I like.
My payment... let me have it.
A ticket to Madrid?
50 pounds?
Is Mercer joking, or what?
Mercer sent me.
But the killing of his courier
will not be forgotten.
He wasn't one of my people. He brought
the police to my door, the idiot.
An idiot with your photo in his pocket.
Yes.
He had brought you your passport.
Interpol has your photo now,
and that was very stupid.
Have you spoken to Hammad?
He thinks you are a dead man soon.
He needs my help.
He needs someone
who believes in his cause.
But where can you work?
You can't show your face anywhere.
We'll see.
It's going down.
- DaSilva, they want you downtown.
- What?! You blew his cover!
- Hey, that ain't my problem, pal.
- It ain't your problem?!
What the fuck do you want here?
- Who do you think you're talkin' to?
- I'm talkin' to you!
Don't ever come around on
our detail again, understand?
- Don't go shittin' me.
- You wanna say somethin' to me?
You do that again,
I'll break your fuckin' face!
Fuckin' glory boys.
Nobody likes your crap.
None of ya. Neither one of ya.
They make anybody a sergeant now.
Kiss my ass, Fox!
I'm gonna kick your ass!
Wise-ass!
What you got?
You know we can't come back
here again, you know that?
- Bitch.
- All the time...
What is this?
Let's get back to headquarters.
Don't litter.
- You littered.
- So arrest me!
Our mutual contacts insisted
that I see you today.
Normally I do not operate on Sunday.
You must be quite important to them.
Make yourself comfortable, I will show you
photos which will help you choose.
Please have a seat.
This one would be perfect for your face.
Notice the contours,
strong and well-defined.
Not for me.
With the nostril more open then.
Not for me.
What do you want?
A smaller nose
and do something with his jaw line.
Yes, of course.
And the eyes can be made blue
with lenses?
Yes, I think we can do that.
Good, but do it fast.
What do you want exactly?
I want to be beautiful.
- Lieutenant?
- Right here.
I just got these latest transfer orders...
Don't sing me no operas today.
I don't feel good and I'm rushed.
I'm not singin' any operas.
I'm talkin' about these transfer orders.
Look, come on, Munafo.
For nine years I've been workin' decoy.
Now I'm pulled