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Anglicized by jim@trashcity
Your concert will be great. You've made progress.
Don't worry.
I don't care.
You played the violin?
No, but I loved it.
After this concert, I want to stop.
Stop?
I'm not interested in the violin.
I want to do judo, like my friend Fanny.
Judo?
Not bad.
You've worked on it? - For hours.
That's good, especially since you only come once a month.
It's enough.
Giorgio, she is an enigma.
One of my former students, the best at the time.
She could have had a career.
But she didn't want one.
We can finally get started.
The mass is in three days.
There is not much time.
It's his blood?
Yeah.
That is all we have.
The Yugoslavs tried, without success.
I paid a fortune for this shit.
You've analyzed it?
Twice.
He is allergic to cats.
In other words,
we know nothing about him, except it will be Thursday night
in the VIP room.
I don't know how you can do that.
It's our family's secret of long life. How does it go?
"A lemon a day keeps the doctor away"
It's my great-grandfather.
Our Lord, as a huge mercy
gave us a sacred gift: free will.
Every human being, whether he is a prince
or a beggar, has the freedom
to understand and not to judge,
to love and not to condemn.
This is the message of the savior.
Our name will be lost over time.
- Gotcha. There he is.
Third row.
Fourth seat on the left.
If they follow protocol, our guy will be the 13th
to receive the sacrament
Our life is the passage of a shadow,
an ending and his return,
After the seal is affixed,
no-one returns.
Let's hope they don't change their routine.
That's not their style.
What did you put in it?
Something slow and lethal.
They'll have a heart-attack, six hours later.
Don't suck your fingers!
Shift your ass.
Roger.
The body of Christ.
There's one missing, dammit!
Someone's not in the line.
The guy's sleeping
Thank you.
The body of Christ.
Amen.
Requiem for a killer
You always deliver a flawless job, I know.
Your reputation is impeccable,
the best on the market.
But if I may say, your rates are becoming high
Your employer can afford it.
Lucrece would be the best for this job, you know.
I'll get the amount you want.
But at that price, I want it to be perfect.
Seymour, it's been forever.
I didn't intend to forget about you.
I'm disappointed, Rico.
For 10 years
you could have tried something.
For 10 years, you could have come to me.
I've found you a gold-mine, Rico.
It's not your two years on the run?
As a reward For your service, it must have been a joke.
The night was short...
Colonel, that's all.
I know.
Ten years of field service, with an impeccable record.
The best CV of the entire workforce.
Why did you melt down?
I didn't melt down.
Insubordination, incitement to mutiny,
disobedience, hitting a superior officer.
Quite a record for an elite agent with nerves of steel.
It was because of Seymour watching us.
We don't have the same way of working.
Why am I here, Colonel?
You could have knocked on my door any time?
I wasn't in hiding. Why now?
Rejoin, Rico.
Wipe your slate clean.
We can start from scratch.
But this time, no slip-ups.
Are you kidding? I mist be dreaming!
No.
I'm stopping.
It's over.
My daughter will be eight.
I want to tell her what I do.
I'm tired of lying to my mother.
I'm tired of lying to everyone. I'm getting old.
Lucrece, I need this contract.
It's right up your street.
You'll take your final bow in style.
I'm just asking you to delay your retirement for two weeks.
You'll pocket a nice sum.
Two weeks is nothing.
Make me one last bouquet, dammit.
Promise one thing.
I'm listening.
I want to know everything.
Know what?
What my mother would never tell me.
Agreed.
But not until you come back from this job.
Special Branch have been on the hunt for three years.
That's all we have on him:
a real ghost, the most expensive killer on the market.
He is capable of reaching any significant target
in Europe. Former ministers,
industrialists, officers - no-one is safe.
He must be stopped.
Where will we find him?
The Reverend Van Kummer.
The biggest bastard ever to wear a dog-collar.
He is the intermediary for contract killings in Europe.
An agent for assassins.
Alexander Child.
This is your target.
He is Scottish,
and will be singing with you.
Anna Krups, as in the coffee makers. That's your cover.
You are French, with a German mother.
Everything is in there.
The biggest agency in Austria got you the role.
They were sold on you as a young, promising contralto.
It's been so long.
You can do it. I'm not asking you to fly a helicopter.
Singing was your first job, after all.
If ever you feel not up to it,
say you want to speak to the agent.
If you take out Child before the performance,
you won't even have to open your mouth.
Alexander Child.
37-year-old Scot, opera singer.
Van Kummer got a massive contract to kill him.
Every indication is that our killer is in play.
An unexpected opportunity to take care of him.
The contract specifies that Mr. Child must be eliminated
During the production of Handel's "Messiah",
which will be given in two weeks at Ermeux.
You leave tomorrow morning.
Find who wants to kill Child.
Don't leave any traces.
Mr. de Ferrieres?
That's me. Of whom do I have the honor?
Just a simple amateur music fan
and keen attendee of yourfestival.
You are a man of taste.
I try, de Ferrières - I try.
Tomorrow at Ermeux, you start rehearsals of Handel's "Messiah"?
Yes.
The young contralto who will sing for you there
is a person who is dear to me.
I want you to keep me informed of everything
She has to carry out a delicate task.
I need to know that everything goes as planned,
and you are ideally placed.
You're joking, correct?
No.
Unfortunately not, my son. - It's not an option.
I understand your bitterness, Mr de Ferrières.
The stock market disaster did not spare you.
As well as your banks, your personal losses were in the
neighborhood of a million euros
It will mean your bankruptcy.
Think of the festival.
Or of your castle.
Or your parents, currently on holiday in Sicily.
Do us this little service,
and everything will continue as it has.
Period paintings.
Eighth floor. You are here in the Hall of Princes, Anna.
Princes of where, we never knew.
This is the room of our tenor, Vittorio.
No doors can be locked - the locks are original.
Don't worry. There have never been any thieves.
We ARE in Switzerland...
Alexander's room...
Our bass, a beautiful voice.
This is Olga's; she is singing currently in Berlin.
She will join us at the end of rehearsals.
And finally, your bedroom.
Thanks.
The first floor was buried under the castle.
The acoustics are perfect.
The musicians arrive this afternoon. Rehearsal is at 3 pm.
Make yourself at home, Anna. - Thanks.
Oh, and be on time. The conductor is French...
...and obnoxious. Those two may be related!
You're welcome.
My great-grandfather, Bartolomeo Biamonte,
sang for Giuseppe Verdi in Rome, 150 years ago.
His son was tenor. His grand-son, too.
My father was a tenor and I am tenor.
It's in our blood.
In the Biamonte house, we sing.
For five generations, that's how it has been.
It's stronger than us. But, my son Guido...
No.
He prefers football.
He doesn't like singing.
So, Mr. Conductor, review this new crop.
- Not bad. - You're hard to please.
Singers are excellent.
The bass, maybe - the tenor, yes, if he stops bellowing.
The Contralto will be judged when we hear her. She has not sung.
- Why? - Congested, due to the altitude.
We need to let the body adjust.
She must be ready for the show.
The show, yes.
Congratulations, so far.
Thanks.
Impressive for a first rehearsal.
It's nothing. I've sung "Messiah" so often.
It was good, anyway.
Your voice okay?
I hope so. It's still a few days
I'll be ready for the premiere.
To the premiere.
Champagne?
Champagne.
It's a sparkling Austrian. Normally, I wouldn't touch it.
But then again... - Thanks.
The guitarist?
- Right.
- This is our water.
The fields of barley will need replanting.
Stills, the distillery.
Everything is yours?
I just bought it all.
They were going to demolish it. - Must have cost you a fortune?
Fifteen years of wages, my inheritance and bank loans.
I put all I had into it.
You must want to go freeze your ass in the Highlands.
My father worked 37 years in this distillery.
He lost his job when it closed.
Hey!
What are you doing?
I got the wrong door.
I'm drunk. It's late. I got lost.
It wasn't closed. I came in. and watched you sleep. I swear.
But that's all. I was going to leave.
- How did you get the part? - Why? You're hurting me.
- How did you get the part?
Hartmann got me the part.
It's my agency in Vienna.
- Who in Hartmann? - You're hurting me.
- Who in Hartmann? - Spielmeyer takes care of me.
- Why haven't you sung? - The shock of altitude ...
I don't believe you for one second.
They operate on me in a month.
Nodules.
Both vocal cords.
It's unlikely I will ever sing again.
I thought I could, one last time, but no.
Now you know.
You're dropping me in the shit.
The only thing you are asked is to keep an eye open.
It's madness - and if she spots me?
She won't recognize you. This is important for your safety.
I think I can help you
There is a way to cope with the nodules.
You need to produce the sounds higher-up.
If you do that, you can sing, even with a cold.
It will help you get through this.
Worth a shot?
It's wild boars.
There is an old rifle in the workshop.
Get rid of these animals.
Mentally incompetent. Rehabilitation through work: Ermeux Castle.
No, stop. I'm going home.
Find another guitarist and get your shit together. I'm outta here.
That's it for me.
Rico, no quitting until the job is done.
Is that clear?
Hey, I tied up all my loose ends.
You put me back in the saddle.
Now, I'm outta here, with or without your say-so.
Without my say-so, and it's five years for your work.
And this time, no running.
You saw Ottmar?
You saw him?
I know. It's always like this: he runs off.
Yes.
Yes, we are under contract with your center.
You piss me off!
The show is in a week. I need everyone.
Okay, so tell Ottmar, when he returns,
that I'll get someone else for the festival.
- How will I do it?
- The same as usual.
But you will be alone.
Your song-guide. All singers have one.
It lets them practice anywhere.
For lnhalation. Swallowing.
Deadly even at a minute dose.
And the antidote.
Your voice is okay?
It's getting there, little by little.
I prefer not to take risks.
I'll be in shape for the show. - That's what matters.
You're not bothered, tasting two vintages?
Not at all.
The 2000 is different.
More open.
Gentlemen.
You are right on time.
Thanks.
- After you. - Thanks.
- Anna, gentlemen.
To the "Messiah." - Yes.
- The "Messiah". - The "Messiah".
Slightly bitter.
A bit unpleasant. - Are you sure?
May I?
Strange...
Yes.
Must be a problem with the bottle.
I'll open another.
- It would go better with food.
I can't drink without eating.
You're totally correct.
- Sorry.
Would you indulge me, Mr. Director?
With pleasure.
I have never drunk wine from the year of my birth
I'll have to ask your age.
I was born in 1982.
A great year.
I liked it.
You're lucky.
I still have a bottle.
There we go!
Anna...
To your birth year.
Cheers!
- Cheers!
- Are you alright, Miss?
I'm fine.
Come to lunch. The sun is out.
I'm seeing Alex in a quarter of an hour.
I've already eaten.
- So be it. Some other time? - Yes, some other time.
Work hard.
I can't do it.
It's too much pressure.
I have to stop.
I'll tell Ferrières.
He can replace me. - No.
You can do it. What you did with me was great.
I can't keep it up for the whole work.
With the edits, you still only have three pieces.
It's not like Wagner. If you rest at intermission,
it will pass, I'm sure.
- It's too risky. - We'll work on it, every day.
There is no risk.
I swear.
It's an old geisha trick. If they need a target taken out,
a quick blow through the eardrum.
Slightly upward, into the brain.
It pierces the nerve centers, and leaves no trace.
The bartender is playing our song.
40-year old Glenfiddich.
You wouldn't want to miss it?
- Hi, Rico.
- Good evening.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'm coming.
What a shame.
Things were going so well.
The show is in three days.
That leaves plenty of time. - It's too late.
Given the poor results achieved so far,
my clients have changed their minds.
"Changed their minds"?
I used all my influence, but you're off the case.
It's final.
And Lucrece?
Her relationship with the target is a problem.
My clients are concerned,
he may have learned more than intended.
She's a professional.
I always have shitty nights in the mountains.
You think you'll sleep like a log in the fresh air.
But your mind just goes round in circles.
It's the altitude.
It does funny things.
I mean, you and me.
Always on the same road, but never the same story.
Never the same people. Always separate.
Lying.
Always lying.
To family, friends: everyone, in fact.
For the last 20 years, my dad thinks I am a mechanic.
That gets on my nerves.
Serving up lies like soup to your family.
What do you tell your grandmother
When she you wants to know what to get you for Christmas?
When she asks you why you're not yet married at your age?
What do you say?
I kill people for money?
Having a family in this line of work - it's complicated?
Unmanageable.
You tell them that?
Well no, of course.
You tell her you do a job, and get money.
Then she smiles, happy, reassured...
and with something to hold onto - until next year.
That gives you time to find other lies.
Sure.
It is not an easy job.
It would be better for you, if nothing happens to Alexander.
I think you've got it.
The soprano can't get out of Germany.
A gardener who has vanished.
And a percussionist in the hospital?
That's a lot there.
- He broke his hip. - He must be replaced.
Like I have nothing else to do.
You will only have one rehearsal with Olga.
- It's not enough! - Life's like that.
Anna?
It's a catastrophe. Your agent has arrived.
He will be at the airport. - My agent?
I didn't see anyone from Hartmann in 8 years of festivals.
And now they send me Spielmeyer just before the show.
Our cast is barely complete.
It's too early.
They don't care about me.
Mr. Spielmeyer!
- Hello. - M. de Ferrieres, festival director.
M. Spielmeyer, my agent. - Delighted to meet you.
- Did you have a good trip? - Yes, thank you.
Hello, Anna. - Hello.
It is a pleasure to have you. You'll enjoy the castle.
Bring my luggage.
I will see my room later. - Right.
I was delayed because nothing went as planned.
I'll catch up. I have time.
OK, Lucrece. I'll keep it simple.
They withdrew the contract.
What?
You've been here two weeks, and there's just two days left.
We got fired.
They put another killer on the hit, with a new contract.
In addition to Alexander, your name is on it.
That's why I'm here.
We have to get going.
We need to take cover, until the dust settles.
We start tomorrow morning.
Until then, I'll work out who we are dealing with.
Ludovic Blin, our conductor. Mr. Spielmeyer. Anna's agent.
Delighted.
I would speak well of Anna, but nobody has heard her sing.
Don't worry. She'll be at her best for the gala.
I hope so.
In this country of fondue, seafood is my vice.
Great idea, Mr. Child.
I owe you some Chablis.
I was told that you are rebuilding...
a distillery in Scotland. - You are well informed.
It's very pretty, Scotland.
Are you the owner?
That I am, after a long legal battle.
The stills will start up in September.
You'll have time to sing?
Unfortunately not.
You're going to stop?
This is the last time.
If the desire to sing comes back to you, I'm here
for Hartmann.
And tonight?
A professional will not act until tomorrow.
Time to get on our marks. Tomorrow, we'll be away.
This is our first failure.
I would like to find the bastard...
who replaced us. But tomorrow: we'll get going at dawn.
Agreed. Until tomorrow. See you tomorrow, yeah.
I'm exhausted.
I didn't get a wink of sleep.
I'd be all the better for a nap.
But first we must talk about both of them.
I want a chat about your killer friend,
and also the new one.
I want everything you know.
I'm listening.
I know nothing about the new one.
If I did, I'd have taken care of him.
Who are you? A cop? - That's it.
How did you know?
We knew there was a contract on the Scotsman, so came to see.
We had nothing on you.
What do you want?
To bust the guy who's replacing you.
Since you're out of the game,
I'm willing to leave you the fuck alone.
I want to help get the bastard.
You are better placed.
You need us.
I have everything on you and the little one.
Details, photos, prints, DNA, everything.
I am stationed here. It arrives tomorrow on my desk.
One phone call...
or a long absence, and my colleagues open my mail.
This is normal, right?
The slightest problem, and I take you down with me.
You decided to screw me on this contract?
Your buddy, Rico is a cop. He came to get you locked up.
It's nothing. I've done nothing. - He will be watching.
I know. He warned me.
Had you planned to tell me?
- I'm sorry. - Sorry? You piss me off, Lucrece.
We start over. Change of plan. - What?
The cop has us by the balls.
If we help him catch the new killer, he'll leave us alone.
If we can come out of this shit, it'll be like Christmas.
- Who is the conductor? - A Frenchman, very good.
Everyone raves about him.
A French conductor?
They exist?
- The director? - Hard to handle.
It's his baby. I can't imagine him doing anything else.
Unless he's been in a submarine for eight years, I'd be surprised.
The conductor?
The same.
Too competent. On the tour for hire. I doubt it.
The soprano?
She hasn't arrived yet.
Possible, but I don't think so.
She is another star.
That just leaves the orchestra and staff.
- I found nothing. - You must have missed something.
There, that's Marco.
Way too cool for concern.
Next to him is Katarina, the percussionist.
She arrived yesterday, to replace the musician who fell.
This is our most serious client.
That's the diva. I have to go.
Number withheld. Who hides behind Anna Krups?
I checked the record of Katarina, the German.
I told the director I was interested.
She doesn't belong to any orchestra.
She's a German stand-in
It's the first time she has worked in Switzerland.
A good cover.
Should be checked out.
You'll take care of it?
I'll try.
The truth is in the park chapel.
We'll find him. Don't worry.
With Rico on stage, and me behind the scenes,
nothing can happen to you. Ok?
Ok.
I wonder what we are doing here.
We're looking.
Must I explain it again?
Keep going, "Miss Timbales."
We did it.
The Ermeux festival celebrates its eighth year in existence.
Eight years of joy, fun, and great pride.
Thanks to you, and to our artists.
I thought about canceling tonight's performance,
as the drama affecting us is deep and unbearable.
But we all think here,
that Alexander Child would have wanted it this way.
So, it is in his memory
that this performance of Handel's "Messiah"will be given tonight.
The task of lead singer Tyler Edwards,
who kindly agreed to join us at short notice, will be hard.
Alongside Anna Krups,
Olga Babayova
and Vittorio Biamonte
It will, I am sure, honour the man he replaces,
whom we already miss dearly.
Thank you.
Intermission in five minutes.
Ladies and gentlemen, the concert will resume in 15 mins.
I have found you out.
Since when did you know?
I'm your agent.
I should go back.
So? - It's not her.
We're wasting our time.
Damn!
Who is it then?
There is nobody behind the scenes.
Think. You were here from the beginning.
Did they change anybody, apart from the percussionist?
Staff? A cook?
A gardener.
They had to get a new gardener.
It's connected, somehow.
The new gardener?
The successor to...
I see.
He came and asked me for a seat at the gala.
I couldn't refuse. I have no issues with him.
He had never seen an opera.
Her bottle...
Well, I found it.
False papers, in case it all goes wrong.
He hasn't had time to use it.
The guy was crazy. A total crackpot.
You'd better not do a job with him.
They were inevitably disasters.
Of all the idiots under me, he was the only one
that ever tried to crash a roadblock on a bicycle.
Except. one day I needed him.
I wasn't yet 30. I dreamed of a big score.
He was good enough to join me.
We robbed a Brinks' armored van. It was a perfect plan.
Of course, it all went tits up.
Our guys were chickens. They panicked.
I killed someone.
Your dad got busted; I slipped through the cracks.
He never squealed on me.
The judge gave him 20 years.
I never had the balls to confess.
Six months later,
He hung himself in his cell.
You weren't even ten.
You became my responsibility.
Your mother only saw him once after you were born.
That's why she didn't know.
He is buried in Aubervilliers.
You should go see him
I think that would make him happy.
That's it.
Now you know everything.
I don't know if it's better.
You're gonna leave?
For a long time?
No, not for long.
Things change.
I'll have more time for you.
Do what you must.
Everyone does what he must.
Ms. Jacquet always says that.
Who is Ms. Jacquet?
My teacher.
(Dutch) No, you must find and get rid of them.
That's impossible We can't take the risk!
If my clients learn she's alive,
It will be a catastrophe.
I don't care. They must be killed! Now!
What can I do for you?
Forgive me, Father.
If possible....
I missed you.
There is a gift in the car.