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I heard the Demons killed your wife when you tried to leave.

I'm offering you the chance of revenge.

Induced auto-destructive mania.

Clever bitch.

Zigor Zabaleta, original Demon Number One.

I see something in you and I want to make an offer.

You said that we only ever use this if one of us is kidnapped.

Showtime.

Agh!

This city is closed for Jackie Price.

What happened to my house, Dad?

Oh, hiya, love.

I haven't got time for any bollocks.

So who the fuck are you?

I'm your mam.

When would our arrangement begin?

Immediately.

The head Demon is Friedrich Mahler.

I've been a shit father.

Remember me like this.

Come on, you fucker!

Wait, wait! I want her dead too.

Please.

♪ She was the meanest cat ♪

♪ In old Chicago town ♪

♪ She was the meanest cat ♪

♪ She really mowed them down ♪

♪ She had no heart at all ♪

♪ No, no, no heart at all ♪

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma ♪

♪ Ma Baker, she never could cry ♪

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma ♪

♪ Ma Baker, but she knew how to die...

Where's Sam?

Don't know yet.

Ziggy?

Would you get that case in the back?

Open it up!

Ta-dah!

We good now?

Huh?

There's something I didn't tell you.

What?

I should have said it when I found out who was leading the Demons.

That sniper who killed my dad?

A long time ago,

he was my friend.

We were close, like brothers.

What happened?

He killed my wife.

Oh.

From now on...

you don't have to pay me.

I have a plan, Zig.

My turn to get biblical.

An eye for an eye, right?

♪ Ma Baker, to handle their guns ♪

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma ♪

♪ Ma Baker, she never could cry ♪

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma ♪

♪ Ma Baker, but she knew how to die ♪

♪ There she goes, with a fire in the heart of her woes ♪

♪ She know what she do and she know what she running from ♪

♪ Running back, to the demons that are hard on her track ♪

♪ She hear what they say but she know where they coming from ♪

♪ Listen to me baby, I don’t wanna fight ♪

♪ Get too near, I’ll never fear, then set it all alight ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm not here to hold your hand ♪

♪ Money don't talk, but I sure can ♪

♪ I'm taking out the trash like the garbage man ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm taking it back to where it all began ♪

♪ Any last words before you die? ♪

♪ That’s the price you pay, the price you pay ♪

Hey, back off, lady!

I will vigorously defend myself!

Hey!

Hey, whatever you're planning, I do not give my consent.

Do you understand? This is... This is highly illegal

and I would like that recorded, please, for the record.

You are in breach of every single Hippocratic Oath of your profession,

you understand me?

And I will be doggedly pursuing you through...

Hey, whoa, whoa, stop! What the fuck are you doing?

- Ow! - Relax.

It's a generic truth serum. You're in no danger.

Truth serum? OK, well, you know what?

Good luck with that, cos I ain't telling you jack shit.

So you can pucker up and kiss my ass.

Oh...

Rudeness!

Brrr! Fuck!

It will take a few minutes to take effect.

Or sooner, if the subject's psyche is particularly malleable.

Ughhh...

Well, hello,

sailor.

Ah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaa.

♪ Early this morning ♪

♪ When you knocked upon my door...

♪ Early this morning ♪

♪ When you knocked upon my door ♪

Stay inside.

♪ And I say, "Hello, Satan, I ♪

♪ I believe it is time to go" ♪

♪ Me and the devil ♪

♪ Walking side by side ♪

♪ Me and the devil ♪

♪ Walking side by side ♪

You born in Gulag?

Never see courtesy fridge before?

Who the fuck put this shit on me?

It's ankle tag.

Yeah, I know what it is.

Who did it?

Me.

When I was asleep? You creepy fuck.

You prefer I wake you up?

No, I'd prefer you take it the fuck off.

Fred said I'm his guest, so...

Is for your protection.

I don't need protecting.

Me and Fred got a deal.

I'm getting paid.

Where is he?

He doing business. Back soon.

Yeah, well, he better be back soon.

I don't have my fucking money.

What are you doing?

I track target.

- Is that my mother? - Correct.

Well, where is she, then?

She slippery customer. But I find her.

Six hours, maximum.

- Are you the one that's going to kill her? - I wish.

This is sore point for me.

I am elite special forces killer.

And here I am, assigned technical duties.

Well, whoever kills her,

I hope it's messy.

Ha! This proves my point.

Mother-daughter bond, just chemical addiction.

The fuck are you talking about?

The mother's body produce oxytocin. So she feel amazing.

She think baby is amazing.

But baby is not amazing.

Chemical is amazing.

Now mum is junkie to baby.

No enter, please!

Doc is experimenting on your mum's boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Naughty, naughty Price.

Ooh, it's rather nice, this, isn't it? It's rather lovely.

Where's Jackie Price?

It's like a big, warm hug from a big, warm man.

Answer the question.

I, I, I have no idea where Jackie Price is.

And, uh...

I dare say she has no idea where I am.

You see, I'm inside their head, Ziggy. I know what they're thinking.

They're thinking, I've burnt all my bridges here, I've gone on the run.

Brazil, Lagos, I don't know,

fucking Peru.

They get into tech mode, they track my crypto,

AI my ass until they find a trail.

But what they're not expecting

is me back under their noses, right here.

I'm in their blind spot, and this is how we fucking finish it.

- The plan, I like. - Good.

But you're talking bullshit.

Says who?

You don't say the most important thing for you.

The Demons have your daughter.

She made her bed.

She's your daughter.

Look, I gave her the chance to come with me.

All I know is that she fucking hates me.

And she's probably got a point.

They will use her like bait to catch you.

Oh. Well, two can play at that game.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait. Here they come.

Oh, let me get rid of this.

She's still your daughter.

Stop saying that.

Okay, this is it.

Let's do it.

Oops.

Oopsie.

Listen.

Whatever happens, I will help.

We will find your daughter.

- She will be safe. - Okay.

But...

let's be honest with each other.

It is personal for both of us now.

- Right. - Okay.

- Okay. - Go.

Sexy little number.

Or is it just you, standing there in your...

in your eye patch and your naughty white gown?

Your leather butcher's apron.

Oh!

Rude, Sam.

- Rude. - Oh.

Objectify me again and I'll induce a chemical castration.

I'm sorry. You're right. No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

When's the last time you saw Jackie Price?

Don't know what I was thinking.

Objectify... I don't objectify women.

- Did my threat upset you? - Oh, no, no, no.

I just started thinking about my mum.

She was so supportive during my solicitor's exams.

You know, she was a rock during my breakup with Hannah. A rock.

Don't get me started on how invaluable her contributions were

to my campaign to become head prefect.

Actually, I'm tearing up here. This is... Oh, didn't expect that.

Emotional reckonings are another brief side effect.

Huh? What reckonings?

What are the reckonings? The emotional... reckonings?

The emotional ones, what...?

Impressing your mother is clearly a central motivator in your life.

Ugh.

Wow! I never even...

Wow. Wow!

You're... You're just... You're so right. You're a genius.

Everything I've ever done in my whole life

was all for an audience of one.

Mumsy, that's it. Just Mum.

It's like... It's like somebody turned the lights on at last.

It was all her.

My law degree, cancelling my wedding with Hannah,

cancelling my fucking wedding!

I'm still madly in love with Hannah.

I feel liberated. I feel free. Thank you!

I'm just a groovy, independent guy.

In fact, I'm not a guy. I'm a being. I'm... I'm a spiritual being, baby.

And I shall no more stand in fear.

Free at last! Free at last, great God almighty!

Free at last!

- Sit down! - Sorry.

- Take a look at these photographs. - Oh! Jesus fucking Christ.

- What the hell is that? - They're gunshot wounds.

Why are you showing me this? I don't want to see that.

To test your amygdala response.

I don't even know if that's a word.

The part of the brain that manages emotion.

A person with a normal amygdala will recoil from these images,

as you've just evidenced.

- Ugh... - It's a reflex reaction.

Someone without a normal amygdala won't recoil.

Instead, they'll instinctively lean closer,

finding the images...

interesting,

rather than shocking.

Thus revealing a psychopathic personality type.

I don't know why you're showing me that shit.

I have a personal interest in the glandular influence

on the psychopathic brain.

Oh.

You, um...

Are you gonna kill me?

That's not my profession.

Yeah, but you're a Demon.

You're a Seven Demon.

Don't be so reductive.

You have no idea who I am.

Oh, no. I did it again. I'm sorry.

So, what's gonna happen to me?

What do you think will happen to you?

Mmm.

Well, I'm in a tight spot, obvs, but, um...

I got a secret advantage.

Tell me,

what gives you an advantage?

Well, I still have the emergency pager that Jackie Price gave me.

You can communicate directly with Jackie Price?

Yep. Any time I want.

Have you done that while you're here?

Oh, no, no. God, no.

Why not?

Well...

You see, that's the thing.

I stashed it up my rectum.

Rectum is bum hole.

I put it right up there, right before I got captured.

Clever boy.

I did go to private school.

Pretty much the first thing they teach you.

- Right. - Mm.

Pants off.

Oi. Save me some tortilla, will you?

God.

Doc, come in here. You'll want see this.

What is it?

Just get in here.

Hey, dog lady. I ran into ickle Tycho!

Yeah, I thought we could be friends.

Oh, and don't kill your dog sitter.

She seems lovely. She's doing her job.

Play ball, and Tycho will be fine.

You see how that makes us different?

- No. - Oh.

So you saw what I did to your old pals, right, Li Dong and the Cuban?

Yes.

And you still don't know how that makes us different?

How does that make us different, Miss Price?

Only one of us is having any fun.

Ah.

You touch my daughter, you touch one hair on her head,

and you'll never see this little puff ball again.

Got it?

Await instructions.

You have dog sitter?

Not so professional, for senior Demon.

Fuck you.

I'm a working mother.

Jackie Price can play checkers.

I shall be playing chess.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Boss, boss,

please don't take this the wrong way,

but where the fuck are you?

Is Karenina.

Eins.

Zwei.

Drei.

Vier.

Stop.

Hands up. Okay.

Still.

I a gift for your boss in the car.

Yeah, this place is deeply peaceful.

I feel immediately at home here.

An assassin with soul. Now I have seen everything.

You said you had a proposal?

Bitte.

Every year, around 60 tons of cocaine arrives through your ports.

Mostly from South America.

That is a street value of $10 billion.

How much do the Mexican cartels pay you for the service, hm?

50 million?

In the scheme of things, you come cheap, Don Markel.

No?

So,

imagine the sum if you were not just the doorman.

Yeah, this would not please the Mexicans.

They would wipe out your family, ja?

- Send a message. - Mm-hm.

- It's their way. - Ja.

What if you could send them a message instead?

What if they knew that you had your own paramilitary protecting you?

You mean the Seven Demons?

I mean the Hundred Demons. An army.

You would buy from them,

you would sell the product yourself,

and I would protect you.

You don't have enough money?

No, I'm tired of working for billionaires.

I desire a more executive existence, like yourself,

so I may, as they put it, smell the roses.

Oh. But if you are as good as everyone says you are,

why have you not dealt with Jackie Price?

She can run as far as she likes.

The matter will shortly be concluded.

I have her daughter.

I see.

But...

still, I wonder who I would be trusting my life to.

For example, your judgment.

You came here alone.

How can you know you have not walked into a trap?

I was wrong to question your judgment.

Now we can talk.

I have one condition.

When we are partners,

I would like to live here.

Everything has its price.

Uh... Mumsy, stop tickling my belly.

Ha!

I have one burner. I have it!

Fucking got you, Jackie Price.

What do you mean, got her?

I have one of her phones now.

If she picks up when I call, I track location.

Shitcakes.

Yeah, you're not very good, are you?

What, do you actually want a go?

Come on, then.

I kill you with one finger.

Cool.

♪ Dah, dah, dah, dah, dum

♪ Dum, dum, dum! Dum, dum, dum! ♪

Mum...

Oh, leave it out, Karenina. Must think I was born bloody yesterday.

Aw.

Oh! No, Ziggy, that's disgusting.

No, no, no. Dog saliva is excellent for your gut biome.

How long do you think we should let the Doc stew?

You saw her profile. She's no pushover.

Interrogator for British Army in Afghanistan.

No, no, no. She's not like the others. She's the brain box.

She uses mind games.

We get in her head, flip her out.

You know I don't kill dogs.

- Should bloody hope not. - Hm.

Oh, thank God! Sam's found his pager.

All right.

Where are you going?

Friedrich leave big order,

wait here with the kid till he come back.

What fucking kid?

Tell Friedrich I'm following a lead.

Is not rocket science.

Rocket science isn't that complicated.

I feel so open.

Like a... Like a flower.

- Yes? - Boss?

Boss, where have you been?

Taking care of business. Something wrong?

This is sore point for me, boss.

I feel we lose mission focus here.

What is your business, if not kill Jackie Price?

Everything I'm currently doing is about the mission.

Other sore point for me, boss.

I am lethal, trained field operative.

When will I personally deploy against Jackie Price?

You will get your turn, Karenina.

Now let me speak to the Doc.

Ha, good luck. She not here too.

Where is she?

Between us, I suspect she go rogue.

How do you mean?

Jackie take her dog.

Now she not here.

Wait, wait.

You mean Jackie Price is here, in Spain?

Correct.

Tell Tuukka to deal with the boyfriend.

No! Please, boss.

I can take care of boyfriend.

No, no. You sit tight with the girl,

and I will be with you first thing tomorrow.

You're not getting this house, asshole.

That was Fred, wasn't it?

What did he say about me?

He say nothing about you.

You have good lawyer, for this deal with Fred?

Fred needs me. He said so.

And if this all works out,

gonna be a Demon, so...

Oh, yes!

Keep dreaming, little one.

You fucking bitch!

Uh...

Say sorry, I fix fingers.

Fuck!

Stubborn! Like it.

Tuukka! Tuukka!

Get your ass in here right now!

Next time,

I dislocate arm.

Are you still high?

Let's go for a walk.

Oh, look at this for an opportunity to get outside!

Ah!

Ha!

I used to love a little scamp in the woods when I was a wee boy.

That's Scottish for 'small child'.

Of course, I, uh,

found my first porno mag in the woods.

Do with that what you will.

Probably a little young, if I'm honest.

One day it was, uh...

you know, dragons and dinosaurs,

The next day, boobies.

Hey, uh...

is it me or have we...

we've strayed a little far from the beaten path here?

How are you feeling?

Okay.

This way.

- Stop. - Huh?

Oh!

Dig.

- Come again? - Dig.

This is... This is...

I'm innocent, okay?

I'm not like you fucking people.

I've never hurt a fly in my life.

Do you understand?

This isn't fair. Not fucking fair!

I'm not the one who killed your fucking brother.

Ah.

You know who killed my brother.

I see. I mean, I say "killed". Is he even dead? Is he okay?

- Your brother's probably fine. - Who did it?

I don't know.

Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Who?

Look, I'll cut you a deal, okay?

Yeah, I wanna make a... We'll make a deal.

Yeah, I'd like that. Yeah.

Does his name begin with a Z?

I'm gonna page him.

Answer it.

Hola.

Zigor! Zigor, is that you?

- Sam. - Sam!

- Sam, are you alright? - Jackie?

What the fuck are you doing there? I, uh...

I need Zigor, please. Zigor, please.

No, no, he's right next to me. We're right outside.

Ou... Outside where? Outside where?

No, no, no, I escaped, okay?

I ran away and I'm in the woods. I'm hanging out in the woods.

- Escaped who? - Demons! The Demons. The Seven Demons.

I got out and I'm in the woods now

and I just, I really need your help, Zigor, buddy.

Sam, have you been paging me?

What? No. No. The...

psycho doctor lady. She took my pager.

She drugged me and she tortured me and now I'm out.

I escaped and I'm in... I'm in the woods

and I just, I really need you to come and get me, okay?

Please, please, please, please, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sam, Sam, you're going to be all right.

Tell me, are the Demons chasing you now?

No. No Demons.

No Demons here.

Okay. Well, we're coming for you, all right?

Great. Perfect. Perfecto. Um...

I'm gonna... I'm just going to drop you a pin.

Good. Hey, Sam, Sam! It's going to be okay, all right?

- Cool. - You're safe now.

I'm safe.

Good job.

Shit.

Oh, God, he really is in the woods. Look at him.

Do you think she's up there? The Doc?

Yeah, I reckon she is.

There's only one way to find out, isn't there?

I got this. I got this.

You go and find Sam.

I don't know. Are you sure?

- Maybe... - Hey. Hey.

The Doc is playing checkers,

Jackie Price is playing chess.

The Doc is not so clever.

Not so clever as she find tracking tag I put in bag.

So you are real psychopath.

Wanna be a Demon?

Get in my fucking van!

Shit! What's this?

What have you done with my Gwen?

Rude, Jackie. Very rude.

That is a suspension of liquid called nitrous...

Do I need to know what it's called?

I was going to enjoy saying it, but no.

Is it gonna kill me?

Without the antidote?

Yes.

If you displease me,

say, attempt to kill me,

you will be consumed from within by a slow agony

that passes your present understanding.

I do not propose that outcome, it is merely my insurance for this meeting.

Come, Tycho. Here.

Come.

If you wipe it on me it won't work.

I've already ingested the antidote.

You did not kill my dog. Why not?

Because he's a lovely dog.

Fred would have killed the dog.

All the goons I work with would have killed him.

You made Li Dong flay himself alive,

but you spared my Tycho.

Well, actually,

I don't feel so great about what happened to Li Dong.

Exactly. You're not a typical sociopath.

You experience the world like a normal person,

and, at the same time, there is no limit to your behaviour,

just as there is no limit to mine.

No limit?

None at all.

Would you like to receive the antidote now?

And then what?

You should know that I am interested in you.

You are anomalous.

You are...

...attractive.

It is not a common combination.

Do you fancy me?

I'm professionally intrigued.

And I'd like to progress that interest into a formal experiment.

What kind of experiment?

Sensual arousal in sociopathic personalities,

whether it triggers empathy and overrides the amygdala response.

You're not a real doctor are you?

I have a consent form prepared, awaiting your signature.

Consent to what?

A series of orgasms, monitored by me.

Are you fucking joking?

That's the toxin,

beginning to impair motor function.

You can just stay put, all right?

There's gonna be no experiments, hear me?

If you consent,

I shall be wearing electrodes.

Would you be happy to wear electrodes?

Sorry, man.

How is your brother?

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! What the fuck?!

Oh, fuck!

You're being very stubborn, Jackie.

Without the antidote, you'll be dead in about... two minutes.

Where's my daughter?

Is she all right?

Well, I'd have to perform controlled tests,

but my initial opinion is she has borderline personality disorder.

Oh, yeah. I did it.

I could be wrong.

It could be a dissociative stage rooted in past trauma.

Guilt, shame...

- One minute. - Who cares?

You're gonna kill me anyway, right?

You're a fucking Demon!

Unless you're not.

Unless you don't have to be.

Maybe you're just tired of those creeps,

scared of them, even.

Especially that Fred guy.

You're barking up the wrong tree, Jackie.

You... of all people.

He has a hold over you, doesn't he? Huh?

What do you say, Doc?

Go on, look at me with your one eye for a minute.

What do you say?

Do you want to be on my side?

Huh?

Cool girls together?

- What are you, Grandpa? - Fuck.

- Fuck! - Weak?

Gonna kill me?

Oh, you old motherfucker!

Do it, motherfucker.

Do it now.

This won't be fast.

Sam!

Come help me here.

Oh...

Oh, my God.

Hiya, Gwen.

You all right?

Hey, sister!

And that is why nobody fucks with Karenina Gobogovnik.