Banlieue 13

K2:
I must have an effect on you fags, eh? I step out of my car and you already sprang your trap.

K2:
You go up the stairs, I'll take the elevator. For once it's not broken.

K2:
Whoa! What are you trying to do? Get me killed? Alive, remember? Taha wants him alive.

Taha:
So. Which one of you has a suggestion for me, so he doesn't slip away again? [Thus shaking their heads] [Shoots the first through third thugs]

K2:
Wait! I - I got an idea.

Taha:
Ah, K2. That's great. Go on...

K2:
Well, since it was Leito who dumped all the dope then he has to give us the cash for it.

Taha:
That's just common sense; I asked you for an idea. [Aims the gun again]

K2:
Wait! Hold on.

Taha:
Go on.

K2:
His sister Lola, Leiton's sister works at the supermarket. If we've got her he won't stay in hiding for long.

Taha:
Now that's what I call an idea.

Le commissaire:
Sh*t. Can't you settle your score somewhere else? 'Cuz we're closing up here.

Le commissaire:
I'm retired as of tonight and I'd like to take advantage of it. It was her or me. I'm sorry.

Le?to:
[Pulls le commissaire's head through the bars] You should've chosen my sister. You're already dead.

Damien:
But it will kill millions.

Taha:
Ah, but they should have thought of that when they made it, for example, eh?

Damien:
You really think the government would kill two million people just for having a few problems?

Le?to:
Six million died for not having blonde hair and blue eyes.

Le?to:
[encountering Yeti] Taha left us a present

Damien:
Well let's go and unwrap it then

Gunman:
You're now broke? You can't pay us no more? [aims his gun at Taha]

Taha:
[Taha tries to fire his gun but is out of bullets] [His last defiant lines] Bunch of slimy motherf***ers [His own followers proceed to riddle him with multiple gunshots as he pretends to fire on them with his hands]

Damien:
[impressed, after watching Leito tie up Yeti] Where did you learn that?

Le?to:
A cookbook or some official manual... I don't remember.

K2:
What the f*** is wrong with everyone today?

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Title Card:
Paris, 2010 / As crime spirals out of control, the government constructs a wall around highest risk housing projects.