Noomi Rapace: Beatrice

Dead Man Down

Beatrice

Beatrice: I was involved in a car accident last year. I was a beautician before. They rebuilt part of my face, but it's... it's kind of hard to give advice on beauty now. And, uh, I have to smile a lot in my job, and most of the time it hurts to smile.
Victor: I don't get to smile so much. My work.
Beatrice: No?
Victor: No. Maybe you and I should switch jobs.

Beatrice: [to Victor] I never thought about it before. Revenge. But, when I saw you kill that man in your apartment, I knew I had my answer.

Victor: I don't want you to do that. Bring me food.
Beatrice: My ma likes to cook. It'll just go to waste otherwise. I'll wedge it in between the mustard and those plastic explosives.

Beatrice: He didn't pay!
Victor: Stop saying that! I understand.
Beatrice: You're going to do it.
Victor: What I did has nothing to do with you!
Beatrice: You have to do this. He ruined my life. I have nothing. I am nothing. I want it done as soon as possible. Then I will forget. I will begin my life. And I will forget that I ever met you.
Victor: [yelling] Do you know what it is to kill a man?
Beatrice: I will forget that I ever met you.
Victor: Well it's not a bug! It's not a rat!
Beatrice: I will never kill a bug or a rat. He's much worse than these things!
Victor: You don't know what you're getting into with me. You've no fucking idea!

Beatrice: When I manage to forget what happened to me, when there are no mirrors and no people that reminds me, when my mom makes me laugh... in these moments, I have hope.
[pause]
Beatrice: My ma... my ma says that I, um... it is these moments that makes the pain bearable. These moments, where I should try to find them where I can and hang onto them. But they're fleeting. And then I remember and... and I'm filled with so much hate. It's like I want to set the whole world on fire.

Beatrice: Have you made any progress?
Victor: I will.
Beatrice: I know. Because I realize now that if I call the police and tell them what I saw, it's not prison you're afraid of. It's that you won't get to finish your revenge.

Beatrice: These men, they don't seem easy to beat. And you might have used up all your luck. So...
[hands Victor a rabbit's foot]
Victor: It's yellow?
Beatrice: Chartreuse. Keep it. I need you around.
Victor: Rabbits don't come in chartreuse.

Victor: My real name is Laszlo Kerick, and I was born in Hungary. A few years ago my wife and I came to America. I was an engineer before. We came here looking for work. Took an apartment in a building. It was a building they wanted to control.
Beatrice: The men I saw?
[Victor silently nods]
Victor: They got most people out of the building. One night they came and they fired some shots. To scare us, so we would leave. A bullet went through a wall and my daughter was killed while she slept.
[pause]
Victor: We were going to testify. My wife and I. But the man responsible for it all, Alphonse - he gave his orders to make sure he never went to trial. And they were followed. He was afraid to use his own guys, so they sent a crew of Albanians after us. They killed my wife, and they thought they killed me too. And they should've made sure of it.

Beatrice: You have to take off your shoes. My mom likes to keep the floor clean.

Beatrice: This is the man who hit my car when he was drunk. This is the man who did this to me. I want you to kill him. As you did with the man in your apartment.
Victor: Wait a minute.
Beatrice: No! If you don't do it, I'll call the police and tell them what I saw.
Victor: What the fuck are you talking...
Beatrice: His BMW. It's fixed. As if it never happened. But I can't be fixed. He served three weeks. Three weeks for what he did to me.

Florence: I was worried when you didn't contact my friend. Nicolas - therapist. He really did wonders helping me out. He could help you.
Beatrice: I found someone else.
Florence: As long as you're getting the help you need.
Beatrice: Yeah. I'm in good hands.