Requiem for a Killer (2011) - full transcript

Lucrèce is a contract killer in search of a new life. Specialized in the use of poisons and enamored with opera, she accepts a difficult, final hit in a castle in the heart of the Swiss Alps. Posing as a soprano, Lucrèce must perform on stage during the very prestigious Festival of Ermeux and slaughter one of her co-performers, British baritone Alexander Child, who recently bought a distillery in Scotland, and thus became the only obstacle to a strategic pipeline project with considerable financial ramifications. He just won a long legal battle against British Oil, who now has no other choice but to eliminate him. To complicate things, French counter-espionage learns of the hit and sends Rico, a reinstated former agent, to infiltrate the orchestra, unmask and terminate all who wish harm to Alexander Child. Rico has no information on the killer and has a lot of trouble identifying her amid a horde of suspicious characters: an obnoxious conductor, a particularly proud tenor and a strangely stressed festival director... Throughout rehearsals of Haendel's sublime Messiah, a breathless intrigue begins...and could end in a Requiem...for a killer!

~ Requiem for a Killer (2011) ~
"Requiem pour une tueuse" (original title)

♫ Cara sposa ♫
composed by George Frideric Handel

♫ Cara sposa ♫
"My dear wife" in Italian

♪ Cara sposa, ♪
(Dear wife,)

♪ amante cara, ♪
(dear love,)

♪ dove sei, dove sei? ♪
(where are you?)

♪ Deh! Ritorna a'pianti miei. ♪

♪ Cara sposa, amante cara, dove sei? ♪

♪ Ritorna, ritorna a'pianti miei... ♪

You'll great at the concert.
You're getting very good.

Don't worry.



I'm not.

Did you play the violin?

No, but I would've loved it.

I would like to quit
after the concert.

Quit?

I am tired of the violin.

I want to do judo
like my friend Fanny.

Judo?

Not bad.

- You practiced?
- For hours.

That's good, especially since
you come only once a month.

That's a lot.

Giorgio,

it's a real mystery,



one of my former students,
the most talented at that time,

she would have
a great future in this,

but she didn't want to.

We can finally get on with it.

The mass is in 3 days.

We don't have much time.

His blood?

Yeah.

That's all we have.

The Yugos tried this
4 years ago but failed.

I paid a fortune for that shit.

You had it analyzed?

Twice.

To learn that he's
allergic to cat hair.

We know nothing about him,

except where he'll
be Thursday night.

In the VIP lounge.

I don't know how
you can eat that.

Family secret of longevity.

"A lemon a day, you'll live forever."
A saying of my great-grandfather.

Our Lord, in His immense mercy

has given us a sacred gift:
free will.

Every human being,
whether prince or beggar

has the power to use it at will

to understand and not to judge

to love and not to condemn.

This is
the message of the Savior.

Our name
will be forgotten with time.

We have him.

3rd row.

4th on the left.

By normal practice,

our guy will be the 13th one
to receive the wafer.

Our life is like a shadow.

It is not eternal.

Our days are numbered

and will not return.

I hope they don't switch places.

They normally don't.

What kind of poison?

Slow acting and deadly.

The heart will fail
6 hours after taken.

Don't lick your fingers!

They are proceeding faster.

Got it.

...10, 11, 12.

The body of Christ.

Fuck, one missing!

One missing in the line.

The guy is sleeping.

Thank you.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

REQUIEM FOR A KILLER

Our nearest platform is
350 nautical miles off the coast.

The costs of transporting crude oil
by tanker to our refinery in Aberdeen

would come to £17 million a year.

The construction of a pipeline
running from the platform to the refinery

will reduce by a factor of 5

the costs related to transports,
stockage and maintenance.

Geological survey showed that

there's only one possible route
for this pipeline.

Any deviation from
the initial line

would put a serious
strain on the operation,

making it unprofitable.

The only remaining obstacle now
is a legal one.

The court case we recently lost
against Mr. Child

deprives us of the right to purchase

the last remaining parts of land.

Without it, works cannot continue
and have been postponed indefinitely.

That's fine.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

And all because of a few
barrels of whiskey.

This pipeline

is a great opportunity
for our shareholders, Reverend.

British Oil cannot afford
to let it go,

especially things stand.

We have to have that land

at all costs.

But how?

All the official channels have failed

and you just lost
your final appeal against Child.

You have "carte blanche," Reverend.

Whatever it costs.

Providing, of course, that

Alexander Child's death

passes for an accident.

I grant you,

you have always done
an impeccable job.

Your reputation
remains unblemished,

the best on the market.

But allow me to say,
your rates are getting outrageous.

Your employer can afford it.

Your know Lucrèce is
the best for the job.

I'll get the amount you ask for.

But at this price,
it better be flawlessness.

Seymour, it's been a while.

She is not going to
leave you alone.

I am disappointed, Rico.

10 years ago
you might have been someone.

10 years ago
you would have come alone.

You look bad, Rico.

This is not from your
2 years on the run?

That should have been a piece of cake for
a professional that was in the service.

Just not enough sleep, colonel,

that's all.

I see.

10 years in the field,
impeccable field service record.

The best track record
of the entire organization.

Why lost it?

I didn't lose it.

Insubordination,
inciting disobedience,

assaulting a superior officer
then flee.

That's quite a rap sheet for
an elite agent with nerves of steel.

What happened 2 years ago
is between me and Seymour.

We don't see eye to eye.

Why am I here, colonel?

I was in the open all the time.

Could have brought me in before.

Why now?

I reinstated you, Rico.

We're back to zero,
with a clean slate.

But no nonsense this time.

Are you kidding me?
I hope!

No.

I quit.

It's over.

My daughter will be
8 years old.

I want to tell her
what I do.

I'm tired of
being a lying mother.

I'm tired of lying to everyone.
It is getting old.

Lucrèce,

I need this contract.

This is a piece of cake for you
with enough money for a lifetime.

I ask you to postpone your retirement
for couple weeks. That's not asking much.

Do me one last favor.

Promise me one thing.

I'm listening.

I want to know everything.

Know what?

What my mother
never told me.

Okay.

But not before
this contract is completed.

Renseignements Généraux (≈ Special Branch / FBI)
has been looking for him for 3 years.

That's all we have on him:
perfect execution.

A real ghost, the most
highly paid hit man on the market.

His bloody trail
stretches across Europe.

Former ministers, industrialists,
officers, no one is immune.

We must get rid of him.

Where do I look?

Rev. Van Kummant.

The biggest bastard
with a white collar.

He mediates
assassination contracts in Europe.

He is sort of an agent
for hit men-for-hire.

Alexander Child.

Your target.

He is Scottish.

He will sing with you.

Anna Krups, like the coffee machines,
is your cover.

You are a French-German mother.

Everything is in there.

The largest agency in Austria
got you the role.

They sold you as
a young promising contralto.

It's been so long.

You'll do fine. It is not like
I ask you to fly a helicopter.

Singing, was your first job,
after all.

You're good at it.

If you ever feel not up to it, just say
you are holding back for the performance.

If you get to Child first

you don't even have to
open your mouth.

Alexander Child,

37, Scottish,
opera singer.

Van Kummantu is being paid
a fortune for his head.

We believe
he has hired the killer.

An unexpected opportunity
to take him out.

The contract specifies that
Alexander Child must be eliminated

during the production of
Handel's Messiah

that will be given in 2 weeks at
the Ermeux Festival in Switzerland.

You are going there
tomorrow morning.

Find out who wants to kill Child.

I want this done
inconspicuously.

Mr. Ferrières?

That's me.
To whom do I have the honor?

I'm just a simple music lover,
a huge fan of your festival.

You are a man of taste.

I try, Mr. Ferrières.

I try.

The rehearsal at Ermeux
for "Messiah" will start tomorrow?

That's right.

The young contralto
who will sing for you there

is someone who is dear to me.

I would like you to keep me informed
of all she does and her whereabouts.

She is handling a
delicate matter for me.

I need to know that
everything goes as planned.

You are in the ideal position
to do that.

Are you kidding me?

No.

Unfortunately, my son.

This is out of the question.

I understand your difficult situation,
Mr. Ferrières.

You lost a lot in the collapse
of the stock market.

According to your banks,
your losses are around a million EUR.

It's bankruptcy.

Think of your festival,

your castle,

your parents

currently on vacation in Sicily.

Do us this small favor

and everything will continue
as before.

Historic paintings.

The 18th floor. Anna,
We are in the Hall of Lords.

Lords whereof,
no one ever knew.

Vittorio's room.
Our tenor.

The door locks are original
and we don't have the keys.

Don't worry.

There has never been
any stealing.

We are in Switzerland.

The room of Alexander.

On bass, a beautiful voice.

That's Olga, currently
singing in Berlin

and will join us at
the end of the rehearsals.

Finally, your room.

Thank you.

The 1st level
is buried under the castle.

The acoustics is perfect.

The musicians will arrive this afternoon.
Rehearsal starts at 3 p.m.

- Please feel at home, Anna.
- Thank you.

Be on time.

The conductor
is French and obnoxious.

That may be related.

Please proceed.

Bass: ♪

♪ Why do the nations
so furiously rage together, ♪

♪ and why do the people,
and why do the people ♪

♪ imagine a vain thing? ♪

♪ Why do the nations - - -... ♪

♪ so furiously rage together,
so furiously rage together, ♪

♪ and why do the people
imagine a vain thing? ♪

My great-grandfather
Bartolomeo Biamonte

sang for Giuseppe Verdi in Rome
150 years ago.

His son was a tenor. His grandson too.
My father was a tenor and I became a tenor.

It's in the blood.

We Biamonte, been performing
Othello and Don Carlos for 5 generations.

This is the way it is.

This is stronger than us.

My son Guido--
no.

Prefers football.

He's different.

So, Mr. Conductor, your opinion
on the participants.

- Nothing special. Worse than last year.
- You are too critical.

The singers are excellent.

The bass, may be. The tenor,
yes, if he stops bellowing.

The contralto,
we won't know until we hear her.

She has not sung yet.

Huh, why?

Congestion because
of the altitude.

Says the body needs time
to get used to.

She must be ready
for the premiere.

Yes, the premiere.

Congratulations for earlier.

Thank you.

Impressive for a 1st rehearsal.

It was nothing. I sang
"Messiah" many times before.

It is still very nice.

Your voice is okay?

I hope so.
It has been a few days.

I'll be ready for the premiere.

To the premiere.

To the premiere.

Champagne?

Champagne.

I don't normally drink champagne
but this is from Austria.

- But, that's that.
- Thank you.

You're the guitarist?

That's right.

This is where it begins.

The barley fields
that'll be replanted.

The stills.

The distillery.

Everything is yours?

I just bought them.

- They were going to tear it down.
- That must be for a fortune?

15 years of savings,
inheritance and bank loans.

I put in everything I had.

Wow. You must like getting
froze in the Highlands.

My father worked 37 years
in this distillery.

He lost his job
when it closed.

Hey!

What are you doing?

I had the wrong door.

I drank a bit too much.
I messed up.

The door was opened.
I got in.

I watched you sleep.
I confess.

But that's it.
I'm leaving.

- How did you get the part?
- What? You are hurting me.

How did you get the part?

Hartmann Agency
got me the part.

That's my agent in Vienna.

Who in Hartmann?

It hurts!

Who in Hartmann?

Spielmeyer takes care of me.

Why didn't you sing?

I don't buy the altitude
excuse for a second.

I am having an operation
in a month,

nodules (lumps),

on both vocal cords.

It's only a small chance that
I'll be able to sing again.

Is it wrong to want
to be here one last time?

There.

Shit, are you kidding me?

The only thing we ask you to do
is to keep an eye on her.

This is crazy.
What if she sees me?

She must not see you.
It is important for your safety.

I think I can help you.

Vocal cord nodules
can be circumvented.

Try to resonate higher tone.

After that, you would be
able to sing even with a cold.

That'll help you to keep up
till the end here.

It's worth the try?

Chorus:
♪ Surely He hath borne our griefs,... ♪

It's wild boars.

There is an old rifle
in the workshop.

Get rid of these beasts
for me.

"Developmental handicap"
"Work integration program - Ermeux Castle."

No, I quit.
I am coming home.

Find another guitarist.

Sort this out yourselves.
I am coming home.

This is too much for me.

Rico, nobody goes home
until the job is done.

Is that clear?

I left this line of work.

You put me back in the saddle.

I am getting out with
or without your permission.

Without my consent, you're going to
get 5 years for this shenanigan.

This time, behind bars.

Chorus:
♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Hallelujah... ♪

You saw Ottmar?

Have you seen him?

I know. It is habitual.
He ran away again.

Yes.

Yes, we have a contract
to hire people from your agency, so?

You are pissing me off!

The premiere is in a week,
I need a full crew.

Right, when Ottmar gets back,
tell him he is no longer needed.

I'll find someone else
for the festival.

Chorus:
♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Hallelujah... ♪

What do I do?

As usual.

But you'll be by yourself.

Your mini synthesizer.
All singers have one.

You can take it
with you anywhere.

Inhalation, ingestion.

Lethal even with tiny doses.

And, antidote.

How are you,
how's your voice?

It's getting better slowly.

I prefer not to
risk it yet.

- I'll be in shape for the premiere.
- That's what matters.

Would it bothers your throat
to have some wine?

Not at all.

The 2000 vintage is different.

More open.
[Refers to a wine with softer or fleshier tannins]

Gentlemen,

you are just in time.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- For you.
- Thanks.

Anna, gentlemen, ...

- ...to Messiah.
- To Messiah.

- To Messiah.
- To Messiah.

There's a slight bitterness.

- A bit unpleasant.
- Are you sure?

May I?

That's strange.

Yes

Must be a spoiled bottle.

I'll open another one.

It would be more enjoyable
to have some food with it.

I can't drink without eating.

You are definitely right.
Let's go sit at the table.

Sorry.

May I have an impulsive request,
Mr. Director?

My pleasure.

I have never drunk wine
from my birth year.

I'll have to ask you
what's your age.

I was born in 1982.

Wonderful year.

I am all for it.

You are in luck.

I still have a bottle.

Anna,

to your year of birth.

Salute!

Cheers!

All right, Miss?

Fine.

I'd like to invite you for lunch.
It is beautiful outside.

I am meeting Alex
in 15 minutes.

I already had a snack.

- Well, too bad. Next time?
- Next time.

Good day.

I can't do it.

Too much pressure.

I quit.

I'll tell Ferrières.
Let him get a replacement.

Hang in there.

You'll get there.
What you did with me, it was great.

I won't be able to get away with it
throughout the performance.

With the reduced arrangement,
you only have to perform in 3 pieces.

It's not like the
Wagner concert.

You can rest during the intermission
and be good to go again,

I'm sure.

It's too risky.

We'll rehearse every day
until the premiere.

There is no risk.

I swear.

Contralto:
♪ But who may abide
the day of His coming, ♪

♪ and who shall stand
when He appeareth? ♪

♪ Who shall stand
when He appeareth? ♪

♪ But who may abide, but who may abide
the day of His coming... ♪

This is a geisha trick.

It is imperative that
the target is asleep.

There, you push this
fast and deep to the eardrum.

Slightly upward
towards the brain.

It pierces the nerve centers.
It leaves no trace.

The bartender downstairs
is crazy.

Glenfiddich,
40 years old.

You would not want to
miss this?

Good evening, Rico.

Good evening.

Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.

It's OK.
I'm coming.

What a shame.

Things seemed so committed.

The premiere is in 3 days.

There's still time.

It's too late.

Because of the lack of results,
my clients have changed their minds.

"Changed their minds"?

I used all my influence,
but you have blown this.

The decision is final.

And Lucrèce?

Her ambiguous relationship
with the target is a problem.

My clients are afraid that
she has known too much already.

That has to be professional.

I can't sleep at night
in the mountains.

We think we can sleep
outdoors and ruminate.

Actually
we toss and turn all night.

This is all because of
the altitude.

It is a funny job.

I mean, you and me.

Always moving around.

Never the same story,
never the same people.

No attachment.

Lies.

Mostly lies.

To the family, friends,
to everyone, actually.

Take my dad, for 20 years,
he thought I was a mechanic.

It sucks.

What do you tell your family,
feed them craps?

What do you tell your grandmother
at Christmas when she asked "How are you?"

When she asks "Why are you
still not married at your age?"

What do you tell her?

That you kill people
for money?

It is difficult to have
a family with all these?

Not manageable?

You tell her that?

Of course not.

You tell her that your job is fine
and you are making money.

So she smiled, happy, reassured.
Enough for her to keep until next year.

That gives you time to come up with
other stupid excuses.

That's for sure.

It is not an easy job.

Nothing better happen
to Alexander.

You know what I am talking.

The soprano is
stuck in Germany,

a gardener is missing

and the drummer
is in the hospital?

Too much is going on.

He broke his hip falling
into the orchestra pit!

Clearly, you need to find
someone to replace him.

It is not like I have
nothing else to do.

You have only one more
rehearsal with Olga.

- That's not enough!
- But it is.

Anna?

This is a disaster.
Your agent is here.

He should be at the airport.

- My agent?

I have not seen Hartmann in
8 years of the festival

and now they are sending Spielmeyer
just before the premiere.

We don't have enough workers.

The choir is not ready,
it is too early.

They don't care about me.

Mr. Spielmeyer!

Hello.

Mr. Ferrières, director of the festival.
Mr. Spielmeyer, my agent.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
You have a good trip?

Yes, thank you.

- Hello, Anna.
- Hello.

It's a pleasure to have you.
Please enjoy the castle.

Please take my luggage.
I'll see my room later.

Of course.

It has been delayed because
nothing went as planned.

I'll catch up.
I have time.

OK, Lucrèce, I'm going to
tell you straight.

They cancelled our contract.

What?

You've been here two weeks
and the premiere is in 2 days.

We got fired.

They put another assassin on the job,
with a new contract.

Besides Alexander,
you are on the list too.

That's why I'm here.

We have to
get out of the way.

We need to hide
until this is over.

We are leaving
tomorrow morning.

Until then, I'm going to find out
whom we are dealing with.

Ludovic Blin, our chief conductor.
Mr. Spielmeyer, Anna's agent.

Nice To Meet You.

I should have spoken well of Anna
but no one has heard her sing yet.

Don't worry. She'll be
at her best for the premiere.

I hope.

Seafood in the land of fondue,
that's nice!

Excellent idea, Mr. Child.

Thank you for the Chablis.

I have been told that

you are going to take over
a distillery in Scotland.

You are well informed.

It is very pretty in Scotland.

How's the deal?
You already own the place?

Yes, I own the place
after a long legal battle.

The stills will start running
in September.

You have time to sing?

No, I won't.

Will you stop?

This is the last time.

If you want to sing again,
I'm here.

For Hartmann, of course.

And for tonight?

A pro would not strike
until tomorrow.

He will need time
to prepare everything.

And tomorrow,
we will be far away.

This is our first failure.

I would like to find
that bastard who replaces us.

But tomorrow,
we are leaving at dawn.

- Okay. Until tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.

I am worn.

I haven't slept all night.

I can use a nap.

But first, you need to talk.

I want a complete rundown
on your killer buddy.

The new one.

Everything you know.

I'm listening.

I know nothing about the new...

Otherwise, I would have
already dealt with it.

Who are you? A cop?

That's right.

How did you know?

We knew there's
a contract out on the Scot.

We came to see.

We have nothing on you.

What do you want?

Bust the guy
who replaces you.

I am ready to leave you alone
since you are out of the game.

But I can use a helping hand
to catch the bastard.

You know better
what the killer may do.

You need us.

I have loads of data
on you and your partner.

Details, photos, fingerprints,
DNA, the whole work.

I already mailed them.
It'll be on my desk tomorrow.

A phone call,

a long absence, my colleagues
would open the mail.

That's normal, right?

At the slightest mixed-up,
I'll drown you in the pond.

Did you decide to tell me
everything on this contract?

Why?

Your buddy Rico is a cop.
He came to bust you.

It's nothing.
I haven't done anything.

He's watching you.

I know.
He had warned me.

When are you
going to tell me?

I'm sorry.

Sorry?
You pissed me off, Lucrèce.

We start over.
Change of plan.

What?

The cop holds us
by the balls.

He'll let us go if we
help catch this new guy.

I hope.

If you could come out of this mess,
it would be like Christmas.

Who is the conductor?

A Frenchman, very talented.
He is very popular.

A French conductor?

They exist?

- The director?
- Hardly.

The festival is his baby.
He doesn't have time to kill.

He has been at this for
8 years, I doubt it.

The conductor?

Same.

Unlikely. A master of his craft
in these circles for a long time.

The soprano?

She just arrived.

It's tempting,
but I don't think so.

She is also a diva.

There is
the orchestra and the staff.

- I've found nothing.
- You did a lousy job searching.

Him, that's Marco.

Too cool for concern.

Next, that's Katarina,
the new drummer.

She arrived yesterday to replace
the one who fell into the pit.

These are our
primary suspects.

That's the diva.
I have to go.

I got the profile on the German
Katarina from the director.

I told him the Hartmann agency
is interested in her.

She is not affiliated with
any orchestra.

She substitutions in Germany.

This's the first time
she works in Switzerland.

Beautiful cover.

Should look into this.

You are going to
take over?

I'll try.

[Private Number]
New Message

[Private Number]
Truth at the chapel in the park.

"This is Barbara Jones for Music One.
Welcome to Ermeux's Lyric Festival."

"Tonight, the 8th Opening Edition..."

We'll find him.
Don't worry.

You would be safe with Rico
on the stage and me in the back.

- Alright?
- Alright.

I wonder
what are we doing here.

We are looking around.

Do I have to
explain to you again?

Keep up with
"Miss Timpani."

I'm on the others.

Today, we celebrate the opening of
the 8th annual Festival of the Ermeux.

Eight years of joy,
fun, great pride.

Thanks to you.
Thanks to the artists.

I considered cancelling
the event this evening

as the tragedy that affects us
is deep and unbearable.

But we all believe

that is not what Alexander Child
would want us to.

Also, it is in his memory

that the premiere of the "Messiah"
by Handel will be presented tonight.

The task for singer Tyler Edwards

who agreed to join us gracefully
will be difficult.

Along with Anna Krups,

Olga Babayova,

and Vittorio Biamonte.

"...it will, I'm sure, honor
the one who is replaced"

"and we miss him already."

Thank you.

Chorus:
♫ And the glory of the Lord ♫

Tenor:
♪ Ev'ry valley shall be exalted, ♪

♪ shall be___ ex-al - - - - - - ted. ♪

"Intermission in 5 minutes."

Contralto:
♪ But who may abide
the day of His coming, ♪

♪ and who shall stand
when He appeareth? ♪

♪ Who shall stand
when He appeareth? ♪

♪ And who shall stand
when He appeareth... ♪

♪ when He appeareth? ♪

"Ladies and gentlemen, the concert
will resume in 15 minutes."

I believe you
sang beautifully.

Since when
have you known?

I'm your agent.

Gotta get back there.

- So?
- She is not it.

We wasted our time.

Goddamn it!

Who then?

There's nobody backstage.

Think. You've been here
from the beginning.

Did they have any other
personnel change besides the drummer?

Staff?
A cook?

A gardener.

They had a gardener change.

We stay in touch.

The new gardener?

The man
who replaced... um

Ur...

Let me see.

He came asked me
for a ticket to the premiere.

I could not refuse.
I have no complaint.

He had never seen an opera.

Contralto:
♪ How beautiful are the feet of him
that preach us the tidings. ♪

- Soprano: ♪ How beautiful are the feet of him
that preach us the tidings. ♪
- Contralto:♪ How beautiful... ♪

Bass:
♪ ...and why do the people imagine... ♪

Chorus:
♪ Let us break their bonds asunder... ♪

"The Bottle"

Here, I found this.

That's his picture
in the forged document.

He had not had
the opportunity to use it.

The guy was an idiot.

A complete wacko.

Anything with him
would turn into a disaster.

One time, he crashed
a police checkpoint with his bicycle.

I needed him for a job one time.

I wasn't even 30 years old.
I dreamed of something big.

He went along with me.

We robbed an armored truck.
A risky deal.

Of course,
the whole thing went to shit.

Guards opened fire.

We panicked.

I shot one of them.

Your father was busted.

I got away.

He never snitched on me.

The judge gave him 20 years.

I never had the balls
to bust him out.

Six months in,

he killed himself in his cell.

You were not even 10.

You've become my responsibility.

Your mother ran away after your were born.
That's why she never knew.

He was buried in Aubervilliers.

Go see him.

He would have been pleased.

There.

Now you know everything.

I don't know if it's better.

Leaving again?

For how long?

Not long.

Things will change.

We will soon be able to
spend more time together.

You are tyring.

Everybody is trying.

Ms. Jacquet always says that.

Who is Ms. Jacquet?

She is my teacher.

No, it is absolutely necessary
to find her and get rid of her.

No, it's out of the question.
We cannot risk it!

If my clients learn that
she's still alive,

it is a disaster.

I do not want to know!
Must be eliminated! And fast!

Today, the group of British Oil

presented their construction project
to the press for a huge pipeline

to link their North Sea platforms
to their refinery in Scotland.

The construction
should take 4 years

and cost several million
pounds sterling.

Lord Mulligan, the president
of the group declared it to be

a unique opportunity
for our country.

How can I help, my son?

Forgive my sin, father.

If possible.

♫ Winter Dies ♫
by Midlake

♪ As the springs made
alive the winters are die ♪

♪ And the final cries of
creatures are long behind ♪

♪ And full of spirit the
village starts again ♪

♪ With one more year for a
man to change his way ♪

♪ I used to feel all
things around me stir, ♪

♪ Grateful for all I received,... ♪

I missed you.

There is a gift in the car.

♪ As the winter dies the
Earth is brought to life ♪

♪ And a thousand merchant
ships sail to find ♪

♪ A worthy village to
land and start again ♪

♪ With one more year for a
man to change his way... ♪

♫ Cara sposa ♫
composed by George Frideric Handel