- Fabian: My name is Fabian, and I would like you to recommend to me someone who could paint something like this.
- [uncovers painting]
- Fabian: Who did this?
- Artist: [surprised] Rembrandt.
- Fabian: Who?
- Artist: Rembrandt.
- Fabian: Give me his address. Now.
- Artist: He's dead.
- Fabian: Dead? When?
- Artist: 300 years ago.
- [Victor shoots and kills Barney]
- Rose: [screams]
- Victor Maynard: Get in the car.
- Rose: You killed him!
- Victor Maynard: I had to, he was going to kill you.
- Rose: Oh, okay. Get in the car!
- Victor Maynard: My name is Victor Maynard, and i am 54 years old and I work as a professional killer.
- [Ferguson is in traction]
- Hector Dixon: How is your assistant?
- [He indicates Mike, who is lying in a coma next to Ferguson]
- Ferguson: They want to turn him off.
- Hector Dixon: Hmm... perhaps that would be for the best.
- Ferguson: No, he's been paid through the end of the month. And anyway, he's company.
- Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.
- Victor Maynard: What smell?
- Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.
- [hearing a disturbance, Victor emerges from his bedroom, gun in hand]
- Rose: This hideous old bat in a wheelchair just tried to kill me! She had a knife this big, I swear!
- Tony: It was horrible!
- Rose: It's true!
- [embarrassed, Victor goes to the door of Rose's bedroom]
- Victor Maynard: Mother... Mother, are you there? It's me. Mother?
- [hearing nothing, he kneels down to look through the keyhole]
- Victor Maynard: [to Rose and Tony] I've got everything under control...
- [a shotgun blasts a hole in the door over Victor's head. Rose screams]
- Victor Maynard: She means well. Mother, can we talk about this?
- Louisa Maynard: I'm *very* disappointed in you, Victor!
- Hector Dixon: Where is he?
- [Rose says nothing]
- Hector Dixon: Tell me...
- [indicates Fabian]
- Hector Dixon: Or I'll cut his finger off, and make you swallow it. Then I'll leave you alone with him.
- [Victor, Rose and Tony are being held at gunpoint by Dixon and Fabian]
- Victor Maynard: Did they torture you?
- Rose: No, I gave them your address straight away.
- Victor Maynard: Good girl.
- [She beams]
- Tony: Mr. Smith, 30,00? That's pretty good money.
- Victor Maynard: Yes it is.
- Tony: I mean, I know it's dangerous. But I seem to be getting the hang of that side of things. So me, being you apprentice, I thought we could put that on a more format footing? So, I could get a cut?
- Victor Maynard: Okay, here's the... thing. I can offer you six weeks' training, suspect observation, fake identities, a complete range of weapon skills, handguns, sniper rifle, knives, explosives, the 17 methods of strangulation, and basic untraceable poisons.
- Tony: You need to know all that to be a private detective?
- Victor Maynard: You never know who you might be up against.