It's just over here, follow me.
Do any of these people speak French?
They barely speak English.
This man is a weasel.
He is a scoundrel.
She is a child.
And this one, she's got a resting mad face.
Also, I had to take the stairs earlier because
the woman on the elevator reeked of cheap alcohol.
This would all be amusing as a play by Molière,
but this is a business.
Montreal is concerned.
A change must be made.
We can help each other out. After all, we are friends.
Friends don't try to steal the other friend's job, no?
Don't play the fool, Josephine.
The man with the mustache is already filling that role for you.
These people's fate is in my hands.
And so is yours.
So, I have made my decision.
I should be on my way.
Friend.
- Bastard! - Try not to cry, Jo.
Your situation is tragic enough as it is.
You're late.
Did you stop for a snack, fatty?
I won't be joining you.
Too bad.
You'll have to make it up to me in Rio.
Naked, of course.
I won't be joining you at all.
I've had a change of heart.
Since when do you have a heart?
A lucrative opportunity has presented itself.
Something far more promising than some artless 'Smash and Grab.'
This is something more original, more...
Creative?
Age has made you cruel.
Consider it something to remember me by.
I have something for you, too.