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There's a group of men
called The Firm.

They've been running things
for a long, long time.

And when they need someone
to clean up their mess…

…They send me.

Go get your helmet.
Let's go to the store.

You look so cute, Nit.

- Sam.
- Nathan.

- Where are you?
- At home. Sewing.

Meet me at the diner.

Why?

How much trouble am I in?

An extra scoop for my favorite client.

Thanks, Rose.

I put in an extra scoop
for my favorite client.

-Thanks, Rose,
-I'm sure she won't be long.

You clearly don't know
my mother very well.

Hey, stranger.

- Can I lighten your load?
- Not carrying today, Rose.

There's a first time for everything.
She's over there.

Thanks for keeping an eye on her.

You said you'd be here in 30 minutes.

I'm a few minutes late.

Three hours.

You're bleeding.

Just another day at the office.
Did you bring it?

Anna May sure can pick them.

- It's loaded.
- Good girl.

Listen, I, um…
have to disappear for a while.

- Then I'm coming with you.
- You can't. Not this time.

Nathan will be here soon.
He'll take care of you when I'm gone.

- I don't want to go with Nathan.
- I'm doing this for your own good.

I'll stay in the library
with Anna May and the others.

It's too dangerous.

What's going on?

It's… it's complicated.

Tell me.

I'm not a kid any more.

No, you're not.

You haven't touched your milkshake.

Didn't want to drink it without you.

How long will you be gone?

I have to make a quick phone call.

Stay here.

Evening, gentlemen.
Can I lighten your load?

- Get lost.
- Hey.

Hello, little girl.

Mommy says I'm not allowed
to talk to strangers.

This "Mommy" looks a lot like you.

Only bigger and more stabby.

Got my father's blood all over her.

I don't like you.

Enough games.

Where is she?

Go kiss a pig.

Tell me where she is.

Close your eyes, baby girl.

Mom!

Evening, darling.

- Can I lighten your load?
- I'm clean.

Regular clean or diner clean?

- Forgot about this one.
- Of course, sugar.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Boy.

Oh, these girls are worse than the Stasi.

You hurt?

Just another day at the office.

Wow, you sound just like your mother.

I don't have a mother.

Well, you sure have her temper.

What the hell happened tonight?

Bad intel.

You said four or five idiots
with peashooters.

Yes. And?

Oh, for Christ's sake, child.

This was supposed to be low-profile,
not a bloody massacre.

Next time, I'll just let them shoot me.

Next time, just do what you're told.

Remember who you're working for.
As long as they're happy…

You called me here oh-so-urgently
just to remind me of that?

No.

Your talents are needed, pronto.

Somebody stole from us.

Who's crazy enough to steal from The Firm?

Somebody who doesn't know
who we really are.

An accountant.
From the clean side of the business.

How much did he take?

Enough to earn a visit from you.

We need that money back.

Good girl.

I'll text you the address later.

Oh, and get rid of
those stone-age firearms you carry.

- I've had them for years.
- Find an open vendor.

And get yourself some clean boomsticks.

We can't have you linked
to that war zone you left behind, can we?

Did you know about this
little endeavor my son had on the side?

Sorry, Uncle. I had no idea.

Where's the shoe?

What shoe?

The shoe that is not currently covering
my son's left foot.

The one that looks like the right one.

That fucking shoe.

- I don't know.
- Well, find it.

Found it, Mr. McAlester.

Nobody tells his mother about this.

We'll tell her he ran off with some girl.

I get it.

Now, bring me the heads of the men
that killed my boy.

Hmm.

Hello, dear.

What can I do for you?

I need to exchange some… books.

Well, that's nice.

Not a lot of people your age
read nowadays.

- Do you have a card with us?
- No.

I'd like to open one.

Wonderful.

What kind of… books are you interested in?

Mostly smaller ones.

A few heavies.

Well, you won't find them there.

Those are our children's sections.

The Enchanted Forest…

and The Never-Ending Ocean.

They sound like fun.

Have we met before?

You seem so… familiar.

I'm embarrassed to say it's been a while
since I visited a library.

Well, that's no way to live, dear.

Let's get you into a good book.

Come.

Anna May, this lovely young lady
wants to open an account with us.

Well,

Madeleine should have told you
that we don't accept new readers

without a reference.

Madeleine had a hunch.

Fudge your hunches,
if you pardon my French.

- Technically not French.
- Always literal.

- Yes, I'm literary. I'm a librarian.
- Be that as it may.

Florence, dear.

Would you join us?

I'm afraid we need a tie-breaker.

Madeleine thinks this girl
needs to do some reading.

I told you I had a hunch.

There's something very familiar about her.

Hunch, smunch.

I, on the other hand,
think we should dispose of the body

and then have a long talk
about our onboarding protocols.

You know I can hear you, right?

Hush, girl.

Don't be rude.

Turn around, hon.

And take off your hat.

What did you say your name was?

She didn't.

Hmm. That's odd.

Well, girl?

Cat got your tongue? Speak up.

It's Sam.

Scarlet's kid.

Yeah.

I knew it. Never forget those eyes.

We haven't seen you
since you were yea high.

How is your mother?

Haven't seen her in 15 years.

Well, that's something
we both have in common.

My, my, my. Little Sam.

We hear about you all the time.

You've made
quite a reputation for yourself.

Come here. Give Auntie Madeleine a hug.

Why come back now?

I needed clean guns…

and I guess I needed an excuse.

Nice collection.

And you take good care of them.

Let me guess. You're the sentimental type.

Ro-man-tique.

Sentimental types
don't last long doing this.

So, no. I don't think
I'm the sentimental type.

Tommy Tomahawk.

I looked everywhere for him.

Yeah, sorry about that.

So…

you're an idealist.

Nope. Maybe I don't have a type.

Everybody has a type.

- Everybody.
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe I'm the professional type?

Ah. Old school.

"No women, no children" type.

Women are fair game.

Gender equality.

Very progressive.

She's a feminist.

Fine.

You get to live.

We'll make these disappear

and get you into some new, clean books.

You'll need a Jane Austen.

A Charlotte Brontë.

And a Virginia Woolf.

Oh, and an Agatha Christie.

For reading.

Please.

I need to answer this.

You need to walk away
and thank God I'm not in a killing mood.

I got no choice.

- No!
- Enough!

Playing hard to get?

Not very smart, moron.

Not unless you want me to send
your little princess back in pieces.

You have exactly 60 minutes

to bring the money
to the Gutterball bowling alley.

A minute late, and she'll be celebrating

her ninth birthday with the worms.

60 minutes.

Please.

It's my daughter.

Fuck me.

I'll get the doctor.

Guns go in the cookie jar.

- Hey. Haven't seen you in a while.
- Hmm.

And you brought a new friend.

- What the hell happened?
- I happened.

Just fix him.

I need him on his feet in ten minutes.

Ooh.

He's not going anywhere.

Not in ten minutes.

Maybe not ever.

- So what can we do?
- "We"?

Well, you can start
by not shooting people.

Please. My Emily.

- There's no time.
- Shh.

Just relax. Take it in deep.

Is that laughing gas?

Well, duh.

Just patch him up.

I'll be back soon.

He'd better be functional.

She's quite annoying, isn't she?

Who am I talking to?

The guy that she shot in the stomach?

- Is it done?
- There's a change of plan.

What are you talking about?
What does that mean?

They kidnapped his little girl.
That's why he stole the money.

If I'm not at the Gutterball
in 15 minutes, they'll kill her.

Sam, you're not thinking straight.
Just bring the money back, now!

I just need half an hour.
I'll release her and bring the money.

Okay. Listen to me, Sam.

If you screw this one up,
they will give the kill order.

And I won't be able to stop them.

She's just a little girl.

I can't leave her to die.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't you dare hang up on me.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't you...

Fuck.

Go to the Gutterball.
Try to reason with her.

Bring back the money.

Wait.

Now, when I say "reason with her,"

I mean no guns, no knives.

She comes back alive.

- Understood?
- Yeah.

And for God's sake…

be careful.

Remember who you're dealing with.

What are you waiting for? Go.

One of the men Sam killed
was Jim McAlester's son.

Are you sure
it was McAlester's kid?

Yes.

The board is on its way.

Goddammit, Sam.

Who the fuck are you?

Just someone who has your money.

I want the girl.

Where's Daddy?

He…

had an accident.

He sent me.

Do you want your money or not?

The girl got to this point alive.

But if you as much as sneeze

without my permission,

that could be easily rectified.

- Got it.
- Good.

Now, see the locker behind you?

Weapon and phone go in the locker,

along with the clothes you're wearing.

Slam the door shut, and it'll lock.

Go to the Westfield Mall
across the street.

You, the suitcase, the new clothes

and the little girl's phone.

Seriously?

Ten minutes.

Hello, Sam.

Bonehead.

- Hey, Sam.
- Sam.

Boneheads.

- I really don't have time for this.
- Nathan's worried about you.

Doesn't want you to do anything stupid.

So why don't you hand over the suitcase,

and nobody gets hurt.

Counter-offer: Go back to Nathan,
tell him you tried, but I roughed you up.

Ooh.

You can beat each other up
for added realism.

- That's funny.
- What?

No guns today?

Nathan doesn't want you hurt.

Not too badly, anyway.

Oh, that is so sweet.

I'll try not to kill you, too.

Who the fuck is she?

Ground floor. Video Beast.

Cutting it close.

I had a few hiccups.

We saw what you did with those hiccups.
How do we know you're not a cop?

Can a cop do what I just did?

I just want the girl.

Then we'll get along just fine.

There's a shopping cart behind you.

Put the suitcase inside.

Push the shopping cart towards us,

and we'll push the girl cart towards you.

One.

Two.

Three.

It's okay. You're safe.

I'll be right back.

We're all stinking rich,
you magnificent bastards.

Stop the fucking car.

Holy fuck!

You greedy traitor!

No… no!

No, no, no!

Fuck.

Anything broken?

- Are you bleeding?
- No.

Bleeding on the inside?

How can you tell?

It's inside.

You're probably fine. Let's go.

Try to keep up.

I see you morons have found my stash.

This is some good shit, doc.

You should be very proud of yourself.

This is not a toy.

It's for medicinal use only.

So…

who fucked you up like this?

A girl.

A girl made you look
like you're from The Walking Dead?

I've never felt
pain like this before, doc.

She got us good, doc. I…

I don't think I'll ever walk again.

There must be an epidemic,

'cause I got a guy in the next room
who's got similar symptoms.

What do you mean?

I mean…

a girl fucked him up, too.

Keep talking, doc.

You're bleeding.

It's just a scratch.

It can get infected.

Worms will get in there and lay eggs.
Then they'll have to cut your arm off.

That's what they teach in school
these days?

Discovery Channel.

Thank God we're going straight
to the hospital.

Is my daddy there?

Yeah.

Is that why he didn't come?

Is he sick?

He…

It's okay.

You don't have to lie for him.

He never comes when he says he will.

Here, just let me help you.

Thank you.

Sure.

Are you sure it's her?

Yeah. She dropped off
some guy she shot.

Said she's going to come back
and pick him up later.

And the money?

She had it last time we saw her.

Then get it back.

She's still getting the VIP treatment?

- Do whatever it takes.
- Alright, alright, alright.

Now that's what I call a work benefit.

Just, uh, stay behind me, okay?

Come on.

I'll get the doctor.

She's here.

Shot in the shoulder.

Maybe you should take your break now.

So. My payment?

- Oh!
- Shh.

Transferred to your account.

Now…

What's the plan, doc?

Oh.

Once I stick her with this,
she'll start losing control of her arms.

After 60 seconds or so…

she's a sitting duck.

What's wrong with you?
Let me do this right.

It's just a scratch.

Well, scratches get infected.

That's how you lose an arm.

Mm. Yeah, I heard.

What happened to him?

Someone shot him.

I hear that's pretty lethal.

Let's fix this.

Don't. I'm good.

Trust me, you'll need this.

I said, I'm good.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

You motherfu...

- Ah!
- 60 seconds!

60 seconds!

60 seconds.

Oh, come on. Come on!

Listen, I need your help.

Some bad men are coming to hurt us.

Those who killed my dad?

I promise I'll explain,
but right now I need your help, okay?

- Okay.
- Good.

Grab the biggest knife.

Careful of the sharp end.

Okay…

Now grab the tape.

Excellent. Tape it to my hand.

36…

32…

Now tape the gun to my other hand.

Careful. It's loaded.

15… 14…

Round two, bitch.

Boneheads?

Better get ready!

Oh, thank God it's just you three.

For a second there,
I thought it was someone dangerous.

The only reason you're still alive
is 'cause Nathan wanted it that way.

Now, take my finger
and put it on the trigger.

Well, it's over now.

I'm going to tear you into little pieces.

And I'm gonna love every second of it.

Great. Hold that thought.

I'll be right out.

You're being very brave, Emily.

I need you to do one last thing for me,

and then go and hide, okay?

Okay.

Hey, Bonehead.

Emily.

I need you to come grab the phone.

Come on.

It's okay. Just pick it up.

You are a goddamn rock star.

Put it on speaker.

Someone better start talking.

That was a…

jerk move,
sending the Three Stooges after me.

You left us no choice, Sam.

There's always a choice.

Oh, well, then,
we can still figure this out.

Just bring the money back.

It's gone. The suitcase
was blown to 1000 pieces.

Oh.

That's really unfortunate.

So now what?

Oh, you know the drill, Sam.

You're no longer under our protection.

In your little massacre
earlier tonight,

you killed the wrong people.

Including Jim McAlester's son.

But I was sent by you.

By The Firm.

It doesn't matter.

This is business, Sam.

And you landed on the wrong side
of the balance sheet.

So…

It needs to be rectified.

How's this for business?

If I get out of this alive,

I'm coming for you.

All of you.

I would expect no less.

Goodbye, Sam.

- Yes?
- Mr. McAlester, this is Nathan.

I'm the head of the HR department
here at The Firm.

What do you want?

To prevent an all-out war
between our two fine organizations,

we would like to offer you
the woman responsible for your loss.

So you had nothing to do with this?

I can assure you, this is not how The Firm
conducts its business, sir.

It was an unsolicited action
by a very troubled individual.

Now, I'm sending you her last location.

I hope this is satisfactory, sir.

For now.

Take everybody.

Don't come back until it's done.

- It's a text message from Nathan.
- What's it say?

"I'm sorry, child.
I can no longer protect you."

"I left you a package to help you
survive the next few days."

"Take it, and disappear."

Then there's an address.

That's close by.

What if it's a trap?

Can you press the button?
We're parked on minus two.

Just remember, you were spared

thanks to an eight-year-old girl.

Eight and three quarters.

Sorry.

Eight and three quarters.

Are you a serial killer?

What?

No…
Where did you learn that expression?

- History Channel.
- Well…

I am not a serial killer.

But… you kill people?

Yes.

So that makes you a killer.

And you've killed more than one.

That is serial.

It's…

It's more complicated than that.

Serial killers are, uh,
you know, mentally unstable.

They kill people out of a compulsive urge.

So, why do you kill them?

For money?

Again, it's, uh…

It's complicated.

Look, I'm going to need your help
for a little longer.

Because your arms are still paralyzed?

Yes. After that,
I'll get you to your mother.

She left a long time ago.

- To your grandparents, then.
- They're dead.

Uncles? Anything?

We'll figure it out, okay?

Okay.

So, here's an unrelated question.

Do you know how to drive?

Let's go over it
one more time. Left.

Right.

Yes, I've got it already.

"D" is for drive. "R" is for reverse.

And you get to do the easy part,
stepping on the gas and breaks.

Don't be a smart-ass. Turn the key.

Put it in drive.

Let's go.

That's it. Straighten up.

I'm driving.

Yes, you are.

Don't worry about the bullets.

Reverse. Now.

Hard left!

- Put it in drive.
- Yeah.

That's it.

Hard left.

Go, go, go.

Damn it!

Get ready. Hard left.

And another hard left.

Shh.

Okay. Put it in reverse.

Hard right!

Put it in drive.

Hard left.

Put it in reverse.

Okay, kill the lights!

Okay, be quiet. Duck down.

That's it. Get down.

Okay. Put it in drive…

and close your eyes.

Keep her straight.

Keep it straight.

Are your eyes still closed?

- Yes.
- Good girl.

Put it in reverse.

Can I turn on the radio?

Go nuts.

Emily, doorbell.

Didn't I teach you
to always guard your back?

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

Is this, um…

Am I a grandmother?

God, no.

Hi. I'm Emily.

- I'm her apprentice.
- What?

Emily.

Come.

…the additional burden
of needing to care

for her twelve-month-old daughter.

It will be at least a year…

That is a hell of a story.

Mm. Hell of a night.

Um… Try wiggling your fingers.

- Feeling should come back in no time.
- Yeah, it's already working.

Excellent.

You look really good. Are you eating well?

Cut the crap, Ma.

Where have you been for the last 15 years?

Around.

Watching you.

Making sure you're safe.

Great parenting.

Glad to see you taking an interest
in my career.

- I never wanted this life for you.
- How's that working out for you?

I wanted to stay with you
and your aunts, but I couldn't.

Why not?

Because I fucked up.

I fucked up.

I was young when I had you.

We left London, followed your father here.
When he died...

When he was murdered.

When he was murdered,
you were a baby. I had nothing.

No money, nowhere to go.

I knew Anna May from your dad's work.

She and the other aunts took us in.

The best years of my life.

Me too.

Fast-forward twelve years,
and I find out who shot your dad.

The Russians?

The Russians from the diner?

Once I knew, I couldn't let him
walk around enjoying life…

knowing what he did to us.

But he was in bed with The Firm,
so there was a price to pay.

Once I killed him,
there was a mark on my back.

I couldn't take you with me.

I couldn't risk your life.

So I made Nathan promise to keep you safe.

I guess that's over.

There isn't a day that goes by
I don't regret pulling that trigger.

But back then, I couldn't help myself.

I'm sorry.

Does the kid know about you and her dad?

No.

But she's smart.

She'll figure it out.

What happens when she does?

I think there's a bad man outside.

We have to get out of here.

- So, what's the plan?
- Can you press the lobby button?

- What plan?
- Come on, you always have a plan.

A secret escape route?
A warehouse filled with guns?

I called us an Uber.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

An Uber.
What the hell are you talking about?

I know you. You make plans.

And then you make plans
to make other plans.

You're frothing at the mouth.

It's unbecoming.

Get them!

Don't feel bad.

Could happen to anyone.

My hand is still paralyzed.

Yeah, course it is.

- It is.
- I know.

Right. After you, ladies.

Come on. Hurry up.

- Where does it go?
- Fucking Narnia.

Go. In.

- In!
- Fine.

- No plan, huh?
- Now is not the time.

Out of my way.

- Need help, Ma?
- No, thank you.

I'm quite capable…

of disposing of one…

…idiotic grate.

That freezer is a mess.
It's completely unacceptable.

- Come on.
- Are you kidding me?

- We have to go.
- Go where?

Obviously your plan was to end up here.

- That was a long time ago.
- Mom…

- I'm not going in there.
- Mom, listen.

We need weapons and a car.
We need a safe house!

I'm not sure they'd let me in!

Only one way to find out.

Hey.

For the record,
I still think this is a shit idea.

Madeleine?

Girls, I think I see a ghost.

- Hi, Madeleine.
- Hi, Scarlet.

Florence.

- Hi, Anna May.
- No.

No, no. You don't get to talk.

Because you're a ghost,
and ghosts can't talk.

You know how I know that?

Can we do this later?

Because if ghosts could talk,

they would say something
before disappearing.

Or at least leave a note. But they can't.

So, ipso facto, you're a ghost.

- I'm sorry.
- Fuck you.

Language, Anna May.
There's a child present.

Fine.

- Fudge you.
- Fudge you.

Fudge you!

And why is there a toddler
in our place of business?

The short version?

Please.

Her father was killed
and she has nowhere else to go.

I was downsized by The Firm,

and they fed me to McAlester's
endless supply of thugs.

And you decided to come here?

Shall we return
at a more convenient time?

Maybe you should.

It seems like
whenever you come here,

you bring a war with you.

Bring your problems...

We need to table this.

Seconded.

Let's go down.

Go and take Emily.

I'll buy us some time.

I think I should stay.

No.

I screwed this up.

I'll clean up my own mess.

We'll meet at the diner
once I've finished them off.

Go.

Please.

Come.

Are you sure?
I could use the target practice.

Mm-mm.

Anna May was right.

I shouldn't have dragged you into this.

I'm staying with you.

No. No, you're not.

You're going to the basement,
where it's safe.

But you need me. I'm your apprentice.

Okay, listen, Emily.

The bad men are coming.
I really need you to go with my mom.

No! I want to stay with you.

- You can't.
- But why?

Because…

Because I killed your father.

You're lying.
You just want to get rid of me.

Your dad, he, um…

He stole from some very bad people.

And they hired me.

And I shot him.

Come on. Let's go.

I need weapons.

Try the self-help section.

- I have to help her.
- You need my permission?

- I can't bail on her again.
- Why? You're good at it.

I'm sorry I couldn't give it up back then
and just stay here with you.

You're human.

You screwed up.

I can only imagine
how painful it was leaving her behind.

Leaving us all behind.

But she grew up to be a fine woman.

I never wanted this life for her.

Maybe it was meant to be.

Or maybe she wanted to be
just like her mother.

I missed you.

We kept these ladies for you.

Just meet us at the diner.

Come back in one piece, okay?

Both of you.

Motherfucker!

Is anything broken?

- Are you bleeding?
- I'm fine.

Bleeding on the inside?

The rest of them are coming.

Would it kill you to say thank you?

You can still go, Ma. I'll cover you.

And miss all the fun?

Women Who Run with the Wolves.

- Awakening the Giant Within.
- Ammo?

How to Win Friends and Influence People.

You should've stayed away
from this line of work.

Are you kidding, Ma?

You left.

Killing people was the only thing
I knew how to do.

Okay, maybe it wasn't the best environment
to raise a child in.

You think?

It made you who you are.

At least we can agree on that.

And you are a strong, smart,
incredibly impressive young woman.

There's not a single person on earth
I'd rather kill people with.

Thanks, Ma.

You're so strong!
You can't be 8 and three quarters.

I am.

You sure you're not
28 and three quarters?

Anna May, Madeleine. Come and see this.

Oh.

We're not leaving.

Scarlet's still a librarian,
no matter if she's an asshole.

- Language.
- Right.

- So these…
- Jerks.

…jerks up there

just made the biggest mistake
of their lives.

They stepped into our library
and threatened our own flesh and blood.

They're not gonna push us around.

They're not gonna scare us off.
This ends now.

Madeleine, finish getting the van ready.

Florence, you and I are going up there
to thin the herd.

We're gonna bring the sky down
on their mother-fudging heads.

All in favor?

- Aye.
- Aye.

Aye.

Motion carried.

You think you have a chance here?

I have an army.

Oh, yeah? Well, I've got my mom.

I wish we had more time, Ma.

It's quality, not quantity.

Chin up.

Why don't you come out,
and I'll put a bullet through your head?

Nice and quick.

Why don't you go fudge yourself?

If you make me work for it,
I'll shoot you in the stomach.

Then we'll have some real fun together.

Hey, dum-dums.

Hey, idiots. Catch these.

Idiots to the left.
Morons to the right.

The rest of you knuckleheads stay here
and kill those two.

Shh.

Put these on.

I'm gonna make a little noise,

so play it loud.

Can you do that for me?

Sam!

Reload!

You've got something in your hair.

It's a tooth.

Hey.

He…

He took Emily.

I couldn't save her.

It's okay.

We'll get her back.

It was nice…

having a kid in the library again.

Huh?

"There is little joy in life for me"

"And little terror in the grave"

"I've lived the parting hour to see"

"Of one I would have died to save"

Well, that was exciting.
Been a long time since I killed someone.

Let me talk to Emily.

It's a real tragedy

what happens to poor orphans
in our line of work, you know?

It's really quite sad.

What do you want?

My uncle insists on meeting you.

He says, skinning you alive will let him

work through his, uh, grief.

That's not too much to ask, is it?

If I come to you,

Emily goes free.

And everyone else is off the table.

Okay, we have a deal.

The diner.

Can't wait.

We gotta go.

You can't just hand yourself over
to those animals.

They can't bring guns into the diner.

- It's Emily's best chance.
- It's a suicide mission.

Well, someone else got a plan? Hmm?

I, uh… I don't right now, no.

But it's you, Mom.

You always have a plan.

Sorry.

Then I guess this is goodbye.

They're waiting for you, honey.

Thanks, Rose.

Did they hurt you?

It's been a long day.

It's gonna be over soon, okay?

Okay.

You're a special kid, Emily.

I wish I had more time to get to know you.

I'm Jim.

Samantha.

You know, Samantha…

I've always considered myself a feminist.

When my first daughter was born,
I was over the moon.

Painted half the house pink.

It was all unicorns and lollipops.

And my second daughter was born.

And the third and the fourth.

Girls…

always whispering at the dining table.

Always giggling in dark corners.

I love my girls.

But I don't understand them.

Then my son was born.

It was different.

Simple.

We understood each other.

And I wasn't alone any more.

I know…

it was just a job to you, and he was…

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

None of that matters,

because you took him away from me.

I'm going to do terrible things to you,
Samantha.

You're going to suffer more
than you thought even possible.

Because you have made me
a stranger in my own home again.

For what it's worth…

I am very sorry about your son.

Thank you, Samantha.

Just let the girl go.

Not yet.

We had a deal.

And I'm a man of my word.

I will set the girl free, unharmed.

But only after she's watched
what I do to you.

Please.

Please, I…

I will do anything.

Don't start begging yet.

There's plenty of time for that.

- Can I get you something?
- No, we're just fine.

Maybe some more coffee,
or apple pie?

If I have to tell you no again,
there will be consequences.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Mom.

Guess there was a plan, after all.

Guess so.

Why don't you take Emily out of here?

It's no place for a kid.

Stay out of this, ladies.

It's not your fight.

There's no more standing on the sidelines.

We all need to pick a side.

Right, ladies.

Emily.

I am so sorry I killed your father, Emily.

If I could take it back…

I know.

But you tried to save him.

Still.

And you saved me.

Thank you.

Besides…
I know you just pulled the trigger.

I know there was someone else
who told you what to do.

Who sent you to my father?

There's a group of men called The Firm.

It's a… It's a girl scout.

Get rid of her.

No, wait.

They've been running things
for a long, long time.

They make all the rules and…

change them when it fits their needs.

They think they're untouchable.

They think they can get away
with anything.

But they won't, right?

No.

They won't.

Not any more.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

I'm selling cookies.

Oh, really? Uh, where are they?

You're the little girl
that I've heard so much about, aren't you?

They think so little of me
they sent a child to do their dirty work?

I'm insulted, frankly.

"Look into your heart"?

Fuck me.

Can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

We're both alive and well.

That's the way it's gonna stay.

Come on, Sam.
You know that's not up to me.

You get one chance to end this now.

Years ago, my mom screwed up
and pulled the wrong trigger.

I'm not making the same mistake.

That little girl in front of you
will have a future.

Go back to the partners
and tell them we know where they work,

where they live.

We can kill them 100 times over
without them ever seeing us coming.

Tell them they were only spared

because of an eight-year-old girl.

Eight and three quarters.

Sorry. Eight and three quarters.

Got it?

Got it.

Now, close your eyes
and count to ten.

Slow.

One…

two…

three…

four…

five…

six…

seven…

eight…

nine…

ten.

Can I drive?

No.

Can I turn on the radio, then?

Go nuts, baby girl.

Right folks,
time to hit the road.

Take care, and see you on the other side.

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