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I never gave my name.

I have a message from pipenko.

I knew you...

I-i knew you were...

Sorry. Hold on.

Gun!
-I knew you had rocks!

Dagnabit.

"I knew I'd find you
hiding under a rock."

Well that makes
a lot more sense.

Anyway, that's basically
how you do it.

See, a largemouth bass is like
a predator fish, right?

So for a lure, I'll use, like,
a bladed spinner bait

or, like, a crank bait
with a rattle in it, you know?

Is that Harold trunlow's boat?

That investment banker
that embezzled, like, over
$200 million from his clients?

Kaboom!

Wait a minute.
This ain't a fishing rod!

Come on!
Open the crate!

I have to dissolve
the bodies in acid.

Do you want
to stay or go?

So, what am i
allowed to ask you?

- Anything you want.
- Really, anything?

Mm-hmm.

- Why did you ask us to film you?
- -Proof.

Proof?
Proof of what?

All right, I'll start
at the beginning.

Gunther.

Gunther is maybe
the most feared hitman

working in the industry today.

He's a fucking asshole.

You know, it's nothing
personal, right?

It's all business.

You want to be king,
you have to kill the king.

And right now,
Gunther is king.

But very soon,

I will be the guy

who killed Gunther.

And you're gonna
help me prove it.

Why are you
gonna succeed

when so many others have failed?

'Cause I put together
an unstoppable team.

Oh, I got a key up here.
Oh! That's just spiders.

Anyway, this is
my childhood home.

Hi. I'm Donald piznowski.

Uh, no one calls me Donald.
Everyone calls me Donnie.

Or boom-boom.
I'm trying to get that started.

My first job was working
at the belfax coal mines
right down the road.

They assigned me
to dynamite.

There was this one guy,
Jim shumpansky.
He's just a bully.

Just always picking at ya.
"Did you finish your work?

"Did you finish your work,
Donnie?"

And I would say,
"no, I did not, Jim.

"Leave me alone.
I'm a grown man."

So one day, tunnel three's
rigged to explode,

and, um...
Someone forgot to tell him.

It was me.

I didn't tell him,
so he died in there.

I blew him up. That's when--
that was the day I was like,

"i think I want to blow
people up for a living."

It's a lonely life,
you know, killer for hire.

I think Blake is the closest
thing I have to a best friend.

Would you kill him
if someone paid you to?

Yes, I would kill him.

Sometimes I think about
what it would be like
to have, like, a family

and kids and stuff,
but then I go like...

I don't know
if I'd be good at it.

My name is
Sanaa mastourch fairouza.

My first professional kill
was at the age of eight.

Why did you
start so young?

I am the only child
of rahmat noushzad fairouza,

one of the world's
most feared assassins.

They call him "the nightmare."

People automatically assume
that I benefit

from sharing my father's name,
but I don't feel
that that's true.

I just want to be recognized
for my skill.

Killing Gunther's my chance
to make a name for myself

and prove I am more than
just my father's daughter.

Holy shit!

Did you see that shot?!
Huh?!

That's my little girl!

Representing!
Representing!

Gimme some! Gimme some!

Hi.
My name is Gabe beales.

I run tech ops and intel,

technology operations
and intelligence.

I'm sort of new to
the professional killer game,

just, like, assassins and
killing people,

but there's just way more money
in it than standard hacking,

and I'm fascinated
by the culture.

My nickname is
"the human computer."

There's no system
I can't crack.

Oh, crap!
That's not good.

I'm kind of like
a Gunther superfan.

I'm obsessed with him.

He's the greatest hitman ever.

Everyone knows who he is,
but no one does.

He's the boogeyman.

I'm just excited
to meet him.

Just, you know,
walk up and shake his hand.

And then,

you know,
watch everyone kill him.

And then there's
our secret weapon.

Ashley.

I'm Ashley.

Ashley is my mentor,
sort of father figure.

Took me under his wing,
guided me, trained me.

Made me the man I am today.

He taught me everything he
knows about the killing game,

which is a lot, because he's
been at it for a very, very,

very long time.

-But the old man's
just as deadly as ever.

Go home to your family, child.

With Ashley onboard,
there's no way we can fail.

That Gunther,
he double-crossed me.

I swear,
if I ever see him...

If I ever see him again...

So, Ashley has had
a heart attack.

The doctors say that he will--

he will be okay,

but that he needs to be off of
his feet for at least a month.

Hey, Gabe.

Kind of trying
to talk here, bud.

- Now that you've lost your secret weapon...
-Sorry.

-Are you gonna call it off?
-No.

No, we're fine.
We're just going to need--

Gabe, Gabe, come away from
the water fountain. Come away.

Come back here.
Read a magazine.

Sorry. I'm not mad
at you, okay?

-I just--
-it's okay.

We're gonna need to find
a little more help.

We reached out to all the,
uh, hitmen, contract killers

that we knew and trusted.

Got a lot of noes.

Almost all noes.

But a few bites,

and they're pretty raw,
but--

they're all loose cannons.
They're maniacs.

They're descent-ish, and we need
all the help we can get.

-They're average.
-Who's coming first?

-Izzat.
-"Crusher"? Nice!

Izzat bukhari
is a former extremist

who's gone into business
for himself.

He's still building
his portfolio as a hitman,

so he agreed to
a secret meeting with us.

Normally, you want to meet in
a discreet place like this, so--

- who the fuck is this,
Blake?!

- Why is there a goddamn camera on me?!
- -Put the camera down!

-Blake, you got two seconds
to explain this shit!
-Okay! Put the camera down!

- Sorry, they're with us.
- -What do you mean, "they're with us"?

I mean that's our crew.

Why the fuck do we have
a camera crew?

I did not explain that, and
that is completely my fault.

- I apologize.
- Damn it!

- Crusher!
- All right.

Name's iz. Izzat.

People call me crusher
'cause of this.

- I crush things.

I just don't really
like that name.

Sort of reminds me of the frat
guys I went to school with.

I lost the arm, uh,
in a suicide, um, bomb.

Not my suicide bomb,
someone else's suicide bomb.

I was helping him put it on,

and he was fidgeting, and, uh...
Yada, yada, yada.

-I would lose an arm for that.
-So cool.

Oh, man.

Yeah, it clenches when
i run out of battery.

Either of you have a android
or a lg charger or something?

-Um...
-I have a 6s charger.

Yeah, no, it's not
apple-compatible.

We've also set a meeting
with pak yong qi,

who is a unique
kind of killer.

But I knew yong would be
excited to join up,

because he has a personal beef
with Gunther.

It's Blake! It's Blake!
They're with us! It's okay.

I almost threw this
in your face.

I'm glad you did not.

-This is acid.
-Yeah.

-You would've--
-it would have been a bummer.

Gunther killed my best friend,
Mr. slick.

And I will have my revenge.

Your best friend
was also a hitman?

He was a snake.

Oh, like a con man?

No. A literal snake.

My pet snake. The only thing
I ever truly loved.

Gunther found out I used
Mr. slick to make my poisons,

so he executed him.

I'm sorry. Your poisons?

I only kill with poison.

You see, it's more elegant,

sophisticated.

And I don't use guns.

The sight of blood
makes me violently ill.

Really?

I can't even
say the word--

- you don't
have to say it. Don't--

stop trying to say it!
- No way!

Absolutely not!
If they are in, man,
i am out!

Then you're out.
They're already flying here.

-Fine.
-Who? Who's flying here?

The friggin'
bellakalakova twins!

Oh, crap.

I've never heard of 'em.

Brother and sister
out of Southern Russia.

Remember the porsinka Blaze?

-No.
-Stadium fire.

14,000 people burned alive.

That was them.

They're monsters.

It's just a meeting.

-Well, I'm gonna
go with you, then.
-Fine.

You better do it
in a public place.

I mean, I'm a maniac,
but those guys are psychopaths.

Why is this so good?!

Freeze frame.

I am Mia,
and this is barold.

-What's up?
-What's up?

And we have never been
to United States before,

but we love it here.

We love it. We want to see
New York, apple pie,

Hollywood stars--

-barold. Barold!
-All right!

Coming to visit, we are
treating like a workcation.

-Workcation when we go...
-We kill...

...somewhere else...

Somewhere else and kill.

-And then kill.
-And kill there.

-Workcation.
-Workcation.

Okay, guys, we got some snacks,

some healthy ones,
some not so healthy.

-Donnie brought ho-hos.
-You're welcome.

So you have him to thank.
I just want to say

how much I appreciate everyone
rallying behind this project.

We're about to do
something incredible.

We're about
to change the game.

They say there's
no honor among thieves,

but clearly there's a lot
among hitmen.

And, uh, I'm very proud
to say that.

Is there an outlet?

I was literally
right in the middle of a speech.

I have no idea.
If I had to guess,

I'd say that big one
right there where all
the electrical stuff are.

-Oh, that one?
-Blake?

-Yes, yong?
-Do we have a plan?

Uh, a wonderful question.

I was just getting to that
before I was interrupted.

We do have a plan.
Our plan is we're going
to put out a fake hit.

We're gonna lure Gunther out.

-We're gonna be waiting for him.
-No.

Gunther will smell a trap.

What we need to do is
figure out where he lives.

Fuck, yeah,
what she said.

I take a picture.

It is a great point,
but I assure you,

-the hit will look authentic.
-You're embarrassing me.

- Gabe is working on it--
- no!

Hey, no, this doesn't have
any power.

Well, what do you want me to do
about it, Gabe? Figure it out.

That's your department, okay?
Please stop interrupting.

When is visit Hollywood?

You promised me picture
of Scott wolf house.

He want see
Scott wolf house, or--

we talked about this, didn't we?

Kill Gunther first,
then visit Scott wolf.

That was always the deal.
What, Gabe?!

I'm gonna have to go get
a portable source from my Van.

You don't need my
permission. You're a grown man.

Whoa!

We got an arm
power-down, guys.

- And we got glass.
Okay! That did it.
- Oopsie. Bloody finger.

- What just happened?
- Blood.

Because of the blood?

-You're like a baby!
-That is disgusting!

I surrender.

It's Max! It's Max!

So, this is awesome. I
didn't expect him to be here,

but Max and I used to be
partners back in the day.

-We were a two-man duo. Uh-oh!
-Blakey.

Here comes trouble!
Here comes trouble!

-What are you doing here, man?
-I heard about Ashley.

Yeah, yeah.
Ashley trained both of us.

-You're going to be dead
in a week.
-Yeah, right.

Yeah, you're here to steal our
glory. That's what you're doing.

-Glory? Is that what you're
calling it, your virginity?
-No!

You're calling virginity glory?
Hello, glory!

You would want it.
You would want it.

-I don't want it.
-Yeah, you would.

-It's good to see you, man.
-It's good to see you.

Listen up. You're all
at a big disadvantage,

because none of you know
who Gunther is.

Therefore, how are you gonna
find him? You can't find him.

Till now.

I'd heard rumors that Gunther
has a safe house in the Balkans.

I got an old buddy of mine
who's a dropper out there.

Sieppa abachi,
just a fantastic guy.

He makes a mean cevapi.

It's pork, it's beef,

bunch of spices, delicious.

Anyway, I said, "look into it."

Turns out,
our friend Gunther lives--

oh, my god!

Get down!

Where's it coming from?

He's on the roof!

Cover me!

Did it get there?

Incoming!

...camera on. Turn it on,
and leave it on,
and never turn it off!

We were almost killed!

I don't care.
You're here to film.

We are just here to observe.

You said we'd be safe.
We're done.

You are done when the job is
done. That's what you agreed to.

And if you ever stop recording
again, I will kill you.

Do you understand?
Never stop recording.

When did you
actually stop?

When the rocket
was coming.

Show me that footage.

Clear!

Yeah, he's gone.

Okay, and there's playback.

He's on the roof!

There. Stop there.

We got him.

I give you Gunther.

-Enhance image.
-What?

-Enhance that image.
-I can't do that.

Why not?

Because that's not a thing.

That's not how technology works.

-Yes, it is.
I've seen it a bunch.
-That's exactly how.

-Minority report.
Person of interest.
-I don't know. I'm with Gabe.

Not in real life.

Keep the sharpness
of when it's small,

and bring it
like they do all the time.

Yeah, technologically
impossible.

What about this? Can you get
the data off of this?

I can try,
but it looks pretty busted.

You look pretty busted.

God damn it!

He's really mad.

-Okay, all right.
-Gabe, come on, man.
It's not Zelda.

It was him.

It had to be him.

I don't know how, but Gunther
knows we're after him.

Are you scared?

No.

No, now it's personal.

Wasn't it already
a little bit personal?

How do you mean?

Isn't part of this
about... Lisa?

About who?

Lisa mccalla.

She's your ex, right?

No, I, um...

I don't-- uh...

A Lisa? I don't...

I don't--

no, I don't know her.

What was the name?

My name is Lisa mccalla.

I am a retired hitwoman.

Blake and I were together
for four years.

- How did it end?
- Not well. Um...

I had been unhappy for a while,

and, um... I ended up leaving
him for somebody else.

Anybody in particular?

Well, I didn't know this
at the time,

but later found out that
the gentleman I was with

is the man known as Gunther.

So his real name
is not Gunther.

No.

What is his real name?

Nice try.

Where did you get
this information?

'Cause I've never heard of this
woman before in my life,

so you got some misinformation,
my friend.

I have the last message
that Blake left me.

- Would you like to hear it?
- Yes.

Sure.

Lisa, please pick up.

Please pick up the phone, Lisa.

Please--

-that doesn't sound like me.
-Don't leave me!

-Does that sound like me to you?
-I, Blake, love you!

We have the same name, but that
doesn't mean anything.

I need you!

It's not even the same register.

I want you to be
Mrs. Blake hammon!

Okay, I don't remember
that part.

I want to die!

You've seen her recently?

How is she?

Life is good. Yeah.

Um...

I'm not killing people anymore,
so I sleep better.

I started my own business,

hey claydies.

We do erotic ceramics parties.

Mostly bachelorettes, um,
girls' night out.

...inner sexuality
connecting to the Clay.

I had this realization,
like, "here I am

ending people's lives, and I'm
not even enjoying my own."

Does this remind you
of your fianc�?

I wish.

Let's be honest. I'm settling.

--Oh.

Why did you decide
to leave Blake?

Oh, well, i-i couldn't compete
with his ambition.

How do you mean?

Well, when Blake and i
first started,

he was... very romantic.

We used to write these letters
back and forth.

And sometimes he would send
pictures from wherever he was.

After a while, I'd write to
him, but I wouldn't hear back.

And I asked him to take some
time off of work

so we could travel
and spend some time together,

but he couldn't
say no to a job.

Blake loves his work.

And I respect that, but...

I wanted him to love me more.

- And Gunther did?
- No, that was a mistake.

I want that to be clear.
We're not together anymore,

and I don't want any part of...
What's going on.

Do you
still love Blake?

I think a part of me
always will,

but we need different things.

And I just want him
to be happy.

If killing Gunther brings him
happiness, well...

You know, good luck to him.

So great news. Ashley's getting
out of the hospital.

Classic Ashley.
You can't keep a good man down.

Gabe, you barely know him.

Yeah, that's true, but--

you look great!

-I just needed a tune-up.
-Yeah.

Hey, you gave us a scare,
old-timer.

-Who the fuck is he?
-It's just Gabe. He drove us.

It's just Gabe. It's all right.
But you're feeling good, right?

-I'm all right, baby doll.
-All right.

That Gunther got to go.
That Gunther got to be put down.

-Yeah.
-Ashley? Ashley!

Ashley is back
in the hospital.

Uh, fooled us all.

And the doctors say
he's definitely gonna be

out of commission
for a while now.

So, what now?

Well... needless to say,

it's been a bit
of a rocky start,

but we're gonna go ahead
and move forward
with our initial plan,

and we're gonna use a fake hit
to draw Gunther out.

Our fake target is
Schneider feizmark.

Black-market arms dealer, one
of the biggest in the world.

Feizmark's base of operations
in the U.S. is Miami.

Does feizmark
know you're doing this?

No, but he has
a lot of enemies,

so it's realistic that
someone would put out
a six-figure hit on him.

We're posing as a sheik that
feizmark screwed over, so--

do not film him.

Do not film him, please.
Thank you.

You're good.

That was our travel agent.

Vamos a Miami!

Welcome to Miami.

You guys get in all right?

Uh, the others should be
landing shortly.

What's up, guys?

He refused to change.

I'm wearing the beard.
It's my disguise.

She's just pissed, because
she wouldn't hold my hand.

We're supposed
to be married, okay?

In what world are we
supposed to be married?

We just happened to be
on the same flight,

and he made people move
so he could sit next to me.

'Cause I need to
protect my wife.

You will take us now? We see
Mickey mouse and his world.

You mean Disney world?

Oh, we're in Miami.

- That's in Orlando.
- Is different?

Yeah,
it's a different city

-different part of the state,
even.
-No.

- Far?
- -A four-hour drive, or so.

Oh, Jesus.

You did this.

Oh, hey.

Hey! Hey, guys, hey.

It's Gabe. Like my disguise?

The point was to blend in.

Oh. I thought the point was
to be unrecognizable.

-No, that was never the point.
-Oh.

Could we stop at a drugstore?
I forgot to pack makeup remover.

Why don't you
take care of that yourself?

-Okay.
-You just meet us at the hotel.

The hotel. Okay.
All right, cool.

See ya, Blake.

Gunther confirmed the job,

so we start surveillance
first thing in the morning.

All right, boys, he's open.

It's time to go shopping.

Regulators!

What?

-Let's go.
-Yeah, let's go.

What up... bitches?

You Cheyenne?

No.

I'm Mickey fuckin' mouse.

- Hey.
- -You are not Mickey mouse, motherfucker.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!
I was just fucking with you.

I'm Cheyenne.
Hey, come on in.

- Oh, thanks.
- Come on in.

- Sorry about him.
- Hey, welcome aboard. Hey.

That's, uh--

I'm really sorry about
the Mickey.

Don't be shy.
Take a look around.

Welcome to my world of

Willy wonka.
I love that shit.

Cool.

Caldwell said
your stuff was clean?

-Got no complaints.
-Oh, boy.

He's laughing--

seriously, I can file the serial
numbers off whatever you want.

-That's fantastic.
-I got you, baby!

Okay, great. Yeah, all right.
This is the guy.

Go on!
Shop till you drop.

Anyone want a latte?

- I'm good.
- No?

You're not
shopping either?

Oh, yeah. I just
ran out of juice.

I fucked up this beretta.

Which actually sucks,
'cause he's got a "you break it,
you buy it" policy.

- 'Member? 'Member?
- Yes.

-He was like,
"hey, motherfucker."
-Don't...

-Don't do that, though.
-Oh, fuck.
I need to find a window.

- You're not shopping?
- No.

They don't have any
tiny glass bottles here.

Yeah, well,
it's a gun store.

With the right ingredients,

even a tiny glass bottle
can be the deadliest of weapons.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you about
the whole poison thing.

It feels really
impractical, right?

'Cause you got to get right up
next to the person--

touch�.

-Excuse me.
-Pardon me.

If I'm in the way,
you can just push me, or--

you're fine.

My therapist would disagree.

Um, you need
a hand with that?

-No.
-Mm-hmm.

She is very pretty.

Gabe, ladies and gentlemen.

Ah! I like this.

Guy hands me a fat stack.

- Usa. Usa. Usa!
- Usa! Usa! Usa!

Can we not?
Can we not?

- Why you so grumpy?
- Here, on the house.

-Oh, thank you.
-No problemo.

You know,
we got to hang sometime.

-Yeah,
i can't promise anything.
-Hmm.

Hate the game, right?

Yeah, well, good luck. I hope
you do what you gotta do.

You know, it was rad
meeting you guys.

And if you ever,
ever want to find--

all right, all right, all right!
That's what I'm talking about.

I want everyone
to get a lot of rest tonight,

um, 'cause tomorrow's
kind of a big day for me.

I know, tomorrow we're doing
what? Yes, izzat.

- We're killing Gunther?
- Yeah, we are!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Good time!

Oh, I have to kill Gunther
tomorrow. Hi, mom!

We're gonna kill you,
Gunther!

Kill that motherfucker.

We're coming for you, Gunther.

So we set up
surveillance.

We're going to
shadow feizmark,

-wait for Gunther
to make his move.

How long do you
think we'll have to wait?

Uh, it could take anywhere from
24, 72 hours to carry out a hit.

So... we got to be on our toes.

I'll play.

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay. It's okay.

Whoa. Whoa!

Hey, guys.
Hey, guys, look.

What is that?
Is that us?

No, it's not
the connection here.

Guys, there's somebody
in the building. Who is that?

Guys, I need a report.

- I'm on it.
- Nobody on our side.

That's him.
That's him. He's here.

All farmers,
the fox is in the henhouse.

I repeat, the fox
is in the henhouse.

-Just say he's here.
-He's here.

Copy that.

Donnie and I are heading
to the lobby now.

Sanaa, izzat,
meet us there.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
You can't film in here.

I'm gonna need you to leave the
building immediately, please.

-Ow, my keys!
-Yong is on the roof.

-Mia and barold
are on the floor.
-You've seen him?

- He did.
- Sort of.

- You guys take the stairs.
We'll meet you up there.
- Got it.

- What do you mean, "sort of"?
- -The place is crawling with people with guns.

There's all sorts of people
leaving without signing out!

You and I will take point
at feizmark's office.

Mia and barold,
sweep the north side.

Sanaa and izzat, cover all
emergency exits.

Gabe, get ready to shut down
the elevators on my mark.

-Shutting down on your cue.
-This is it, man.
We're gonna do it.

Here. All right, say, "cheese."

-Duck face?
-Yeah, fine.

Let's go.

We're coming, Gunther.

-Have you seen him?
-We might already be too late.

Mr. feizmark,
we are not here to hurt you.

Where is the man
who was just here?

Help--

he's in the ceiling!

Sanaa, he's headed
towards you, southeast corner.

- Roger.

-Sorry.
-No, I'm sorry.

-You okay?
-Your hands are very soft.

Barold, it's so loud in my eye!

-Are you okay?
-Just get him!

You--

I've seen his face!

No, no, no, please!

Izzat!

-Izzat!
-Where is he?! Where is he?!

Did he run past you!

No. No, no, no, no!

Oh, man, look at his face!

He's dead.

Where is Gunther?
Where is Gunther!

He can't just disappear!

We should leave.

Oh, man.

Should we take the arm?

Abort! Everyone meet
at the rendezvous point.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

-Where izzat?
-He's dead.

Why is the Van not waiting?
Gabe!

Wait. Where are the others?

Wait. Where's Sanaa?
We can't leave without Sanaa.

Izzat's dead.

What? What!

No! He's dead?!

-Oh, god, no!
-Someone's coming.

Oh, no!

- Hurry. Get in.
- Where did you go?

I wiped
the security tapes.

Okay, Gabe, go. Go.
Drive. Drive.

Stop crying, and drive.
Stop crying, Gabe.

I shot him.

-Who?
-Gunther.

- You're sure?
- Oh, I'm positive.

Okay, great. Great.
That's great. Way to go, Sanaa.

All right, yeah,
that's a good thing.

We'll watch the footage when
we get back to the safe house,

but that is a good thing.
That's a very good thing.

- Oh, god!
- Gabe!

Thank you.

- Be honest, I'm a little--
is there any more...?
- I got you.

Oh, I'm still rolling.

-Your middle name's ramis?
-Yes. Barold ramis.

-His middle name is ramis.
-Hey, guys, guys.

-Quiet, quiet. Here it is.
-That's insane.

She got him. You got him.
She did it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, what?

Yep, I see, too.

Gabe, can you go back?

- Looking.
- Going back.

- There. Did you see it?
- I didn't see anything.

Rewind it again,
but play it slow.

- In slow motion.
- In slo-mo. Here it is.

Hold on. Hold on.
Pause there!

-Holy shit.
-That's you face.

Blake, he's got your face.
He's using your face.

That's not me face.
That's not me face.
That looks nothing like me.

No, that's not me.

That face is that face.

-It's the same face.
-It's not!

It's got thin lips. It's got
a very round, small chin.

-It wasn't me.
-We know!

We know it wasn't you, okay!

Obviously, Gunther knew
we were coming, and so now
he's playing with us.

Um, what worries me is
not that he can look like me.

What worries me is that clearly
he can look like anybody.

A lot like anybody.

Exactly.

But he's hurt...

And that's going
to help us.

...a facility that can
access all cellular data.

So I asked my contact to monitor
their phone activity.

She just got back to me with
a confirmed Dr. Julian serbek.

Phone call about a bullet wound
to the right quad.

-Yes!
-Nice work, yong!

- 7:30 at serbek's office.
- 7:30 A.M.?

- Yeah.
- That's in 45 minutes.

Guys, we gotta move now!
Pack up! No time to waste!

- I need my coat!
- Barold, wake up!

Which one is it exactly?

Second floor.
The one with the chimney.

You're sure
they're in there?

Infrared sensors picking up two
men matching height and weight.

Definitely a doctor-patient
scenario.

There comes Donnie.

Okay, just erase that.

All right, it's all rigged up.

See that red car
across the street there?

Rigged it with
a pi�ata bomb.

The second we see Gunther
come out that door,

we're gonna cut him up
real good.

We got Mia and barold
across the street...

And Sanaa
in the alley.

And I...
Have my poisons.

Exactly.

There's no escape.

This time, we're gonna get him.
We're gonna get him!

Let's get him.

Someone's coming.
Someone's coming.

There he is. That's him.
Donnie, blow it.

Boom goes the dynamite.

Boom goes the dynamite.

-Boom goes the dynamite.
-Donnie, hit it!

-I did. I did.
-Obviously you didn't.
Nothing happened.

Donnie, what the hell?

I didn't touch that car, man.

Then why did it
just explode?

You told me to rig the red car--

he knew.
He knew we were coming.

Where's Sanaa?!

She pinned down
cross street.

Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.
Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.

Okay, I think it's done.

Gunther's a fucking dick.

Jesus Christ,
what a waste of cars.

I don't know what happened, man.

I don't make mistakes when it
comes to explosives, man.

This is a Gunther move.
I'm telling you.

-You okay? Are you okay?
-No. No!

I pissed myself, man!
Come on!

Oh, Donnie.

Yong, what is the name
of your contact?

-This wasn't her fault.
-I want the name!

-Somebody told Gunther
we were coming!
-It wasn't her!

Give me the name.
Give me the name.

- Guys, guys,
what's that sound?

Wait. I hear it too.

I know that s-s-s-sound.

What the...

Is it dead?

Is this what poison feels like?

This sucks.

- Friend now!
- No, no, no!
Don't let him do it!

She got him!

- Yeah, way to go, Sanaa!

For yong, you piece of shit!

Please tell me
there's two bodies.

We got two! We got two!

To, officially,
the best killers in the biz.

And why are we the best?

-Because we beat the best.
-Yeah.

We killed Gunther!

Too bad yong died.

-Mmm...
-Yeah.

Got bit by a snake.

-That's right.
-But we won!

-Yeah, we did!
-We won!

Yes, we certainly did!

Whoa-oh!

Blake,
i was just wondering.

-Now that we're done here--
-hey, hold on.

Excuse me? Miss?
Excuse me, hello.

-You can't film here.
-Oh, no.

It's my buddy's bachelor party.
We're filming the whole thing.

Um...

Can I please get a beer
for my friend and I

and a pitcher of mai tais.

Awesome. Now that we are done,
are we allowed to go home?

Karaoke!

-Hey, Blake, they got karaoke.
-I surprised Donnie!

-They have karaoke, baby.
-Uh-oh.

Yes! You did it!

- Um, so are we
allowed to go home now?
- Mmm! Mm-mmm! Mm-mmm!

- Is it okay if we--
- job well done, yes.

First thing in the morning,
i promise.

But right now, a toast,
to dead Gunther.

To dead Gunther!

To dead Gunther!

Everybody I've known
in my whole life has left me.

My parents left me.
Yes, I was an orphan.

Lisa left me.
She didn't love me anymore.

Max left me,
moved to south America,

and then I got him
shot in the head.

Why do they leave?
Is it me?

It makes me feel like me.
Does that make sense?

-Am I sounding stupid?
-It does. No, no.

Sometimes it's really hard
to know where you stand
in the world.

Exactly. And that is why tonight

I did something
that confirms that I'm good.

Killing Gunther means
I'm good and they're wrong.

All right, everybody!

- Oh, no. Uh-oh.
- Thank you!

Please welcome to the stage--

I'm gonna bring
my friend up here.

-Don't do it!
-He is a criminal!

Oh, now we're in trouble.

That's just a fact, but he
also--also has a beautiful mind.

-No. No.
-Which makes him-- wait for it!

-"A criminal mind."
-Okay, it happened.

-He said the magic word.
-Get up here, Blake!

- Blake! Blake!
- You troublemakers.

This is your fault.

Whoa, there's a step.

Ladies and gentlemens, you don't
know me or my friends,

but we did something that you
will never know about,

but we will forever
know about it.

-We changed the game.
-Whoo!

And because we're feeling
so good, my friends

have signed me up to sing
the most incredible song
of all time.

Lawrence gowan's
"a criminal mind,"

peaked at number five on the
Canadian pop charts back in '85,

but it will always be
number one in our hearts,

and here it is.

Should we go out there?
- No.

-Are you guys okay?
-Yeah, we were just about to--

-what's happening?
-I don't know.

I thought you would know.

What do you mean, what--

-don't let him kill me!
-Who? Who?

-You will die!
-I will never
speak to you again!

-He touched my daughter!
I will murder him!
-I don't care!

No, no, no! Dad!

Whoa, whoa!
What happened!

He slept with my little girl!

Donnie and I were just
a little drunk. Okay?

-Oh, shit.
-I am a grown woman!

-I am my own woman, dad!
-Defiler!

Rahmat, rahmat! Let's solve this
with words, okay?

But right now, all of us have
to get out of here, okay?

I'm sorry, Blake!
I am so enraged!

It's okay. I understand,
i understand.

Please forgive me.
I've gotten you in trouble.

Of course, no,
you're already forgiven.

But listen, you can't go
shooting my team, rahmat.

You can't do that, okay?
You can't fire at us.

And why are you even here?

I don't understand.

You called me to inform me
of their indiscretion.

-Blake!
-What? I did not.

-Blake!
-No, I didn't.
I wouldn't do that.

-Yes, you did.
-How would I know?

I received your text
one hour ago!

-That's impossible.
That's not possible.
-Why would you do that?!

Exactly! Why would I?
I've been asleep the whole time!

I walked in to find that pig
on top of my angel!

That is a lie, because
i was the one that was on top!

-No, no!
-I am going to kill him!

-What have you done to my life?!
-I didn't do it!

-Why would you send that text?!
-I didn't send it.

Why would you send it?!
He showed me the text!

I can prove I didn't send it.
Gabe. Get Gabe.

-Get Gabe.
-Oh!

Gabe?

Gabe? Gabe!

I'll break it in.

What is it?

What took you so long? And what
the hell are you wearing?

It's a breathing mask
for my sleep apnea.

-What's going on?
-Mia and barold.

What do Mia and barold
have to do

-with the text you sent?
-Mia and barold!

Blake, you-- Jesus!

- Fuck!
- What!

- Oh, god. Oh, my god.
- What does "eww" mean?

- Oh, I see.
- Who did this?

Who do you think did this?

Hey! No, no, no.
We--we killed him.

-Obviously, we did not.
-Shit.

Why did he have to
place 'em like that?

We have to go.
Gather all your things.

-Come on. We have to hurry.
-Okay, come on. Gabe, go.

Get out of here. Get out
of here. Come on, move, Gabe!

Gunther's alive.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

Can we still go home?
- No.

No, I need you
more than ever now.

You're all I have left.

You still have me.

Donnie is gone, because
rahmat is trying to kill him.

Sanaa is gone, 'cause she's
trying to stop rahmat.

Everybody else is dead.

There is no team.

The mission is
a complete failure,

and things literally
could not be worse.

So I'm going to go home

and, uh...
Reassess the situation.

- Stay low.
Stay low.

-What's going on?
-I don't know.

They're in my apartment.

- Who is it?
- I'm not sure.

Let's go. Let's go.
Go, go, go, go.

-Oh. Yeah, it's the FBI.
-What?

-Yeah, you're all over
their system.

-He ratted me out to the FBI?
-Yes.

You don't do that.
You never do that.

That's, like, rule number one.
You never rat another hitman out

-to the FBI, to any authority.
-I know.

I am going to kill him.

Is something funny to you?

No, you're-- well, you're gonna
try to kill him again.

Thank you, Gabe.

Well, now I'm going
to need a place to stay.

Okay, come on in, guys.

Welcome to the casa de Gabe.

Couch here does not fold out.

So, Blake, I think
that's just for you.

You guys...

Uh... I guess
just the floor.

Um... I'm just trying
to wrap my head around

what my life
has become.

I can't travel
for the time being.

Gabe ran an I.D. Wipe for me,
so that helps,

but I still have to
be careful and lay low.

Frizzy! Hey, what up?

Yeah, I just got back
from a gig.

Not well.

I just wish I could get in touch
with Donnie or Sanaa.

A bunch of people got killed,
like, right out of the gate.

You know, boom, boom, boom.

Hey, Donnie, it's me.

Give me a call when you can.

I hope you're still alive.

Sanaa, it's blaker caker.

I know you're busy keeping
your dad from murdering Donnie.

Hope that's going well.

Gunther ratted me out
to the feds.

Pretty much sucks.

Anyway, hit me back
when you can.

Byezees.

I'm so exhausted.

I can't wait to just sleep.

Oh, hey, bro.
Um... this is Jewel.

Hey.

I just need the place
for a little while, okay?

Just, like, a couple of hours.
Is that cool?

I literally have
no place to go.

And on top of that,
I'm hiding from the FBI.

Yeah.

-You want me to wander
the streets of New York City?
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, Jewel and I will be
having some intimate...

-I don't--
-sex.

-I don't want--
-yeah.

-Hey.
-Hey, hey.

Um, are you gonna
be much longer?

No, I'll just
get rid of him.

It's just the energy
in your apartment is,
like, really affecting me.

Okay. I will be
right in there.

So sorry to have
inconvenienced you, Jewel.

Oh, it's fine.

-Yeah, no, don't worry.
-Okay.

Yeah, so--

how are you
feeling right now?

Bad. Abandoned.

It's like anyone
who gets close to me

either runs away

or... gets murdered,

and that doesn't
feel great.

Do you think trying to kill
Gunther was a bad idea?

No.

No, if anything, I want
to kill him even more now.

Sorry.

It's Donnie.

Hey.

Yes, where?

- Donnie.
- Hey.

Hey.

- Come on.
- What are you doing?

Just sit down.

Not next to me.
What are you doing?

Donnie, why are you in a dress?

I'm in hiding.
It's a disguise, okay?

I shouldn't even be
meeting with you.

You look nice.

Thank you.

It was on sale.

Is this because of rahmat?
Are things really that bad?

Yeah. Her dad's like
an iranian bloodhound, man.

Donnie, I need your help.

-I can't do it, man.
-No. Yes, you can, okay?

Yes, you can. Please. You're
the only one I have, all right?

-You don't understand, Blake.
-No, you don't understand.

-No, you don't understand.
I'm out.
-No, you don't understand.

For good.
I'm done killing.

What are you talking about?

I'm in love, Blake.

For the first time in my life,
I'm afraid to die.

-You're in love with Sanaa?
-Yeah.

And it's great, and I have you
to thank for it,

and I'm sorry that I'm
leaving you hanging, but--

then don't leave me hanging.

Please. Donnie, please,
i am begging.

Gunther has taken
everything from me.

Except for your life.

When are you gonna admit it
to yourself, Blake?

-Gunther's the best.
-No.

We are in
way over our heads.

We got so many
of our friends killed.

And honestly...

I don't even know if our hearts
were ever even really in it.

-Mine was! Mine still is!
-Really? Really?

What do you mean, really?
Yes, really.

So you've done everything in
your power to find Gunther?

You know for a fact
that I have, Donnie.

You walked up to Lisa, and you
said, "tell me where he is"?

-Okay.
-You held a gun to her head

-and you said,
"tell me where he is"?
-That is not fair,

-and you know I can't do that.
-Oh, screw you.

You know exactly why
i cannot do that.

Because you're bullshit.

'Cause you're fucking bullshit,
and you're peacocking around
this place.

It was never about Gunther.

It's about you.

You got a lot of people
killed, Blake.

Okay, well,
you are a quitter.

-So enjoy your quitter life,
and screw--
-oh, jeez. I will.

I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

Dad! Dad, you have
to stop this!

Hey, Blake, I'm so sorry.

Dad!

He's right.

Maybe this was a mistake.

I think I had fooled myself
into thinking

this was some kind of grand
romantic gesture.

I would kill him, and she'd come
running back. I don't know.

But, uh, in reality,

I think I was being petty,

and I just couldn't
handle being dumped.

They're his letters.

Responses to every letter
i wrote to him.

I had stopped
sending them,

'cause I didn't want
someone to find them

and use her against me.

Do you know
that she gave me this?

He still has the case?

He carries it
with him everywhere.

It was a gift.

She had it engraved. Here.

"Blake, I'd kill for you."

I never stopped
thinking about her.

And when I found out about
her and Gunther,

I got mad. And, and...

Sorry.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes. Wonderful.

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Ashley.

There he is!

The man of the hour!

Your timing
could not be better.

I can't tell you
how happy I am to see you.

Thank you so much.
I have him. Thank you.

You look like shit.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, it's been a rough
couple weeks.

Ashley, I messed up. Bad.

Gunther has killed
everybody.

And... and it's all
my fault.

And I don't
know what to do.

I don't know
what to do, Ashley.

But you're here now.

You're here now,
and you can tell me what to do.

So tell me what to do.

Ashley?

Ashley?

Ashley was a great man.

He was my mentor,

closest thing I ever had
to a father.

His last words were...

"You look like shit."

To me. About me.

But I like to think that
that was just Ashley's way
of saying,

"i love you."

I know that it wasn't...

But I need to believe that,

because I am barely hanging on
by a thread here.

Love you, Ashley.

Thank you for coming.

Enjoy the cruise.

I'm so sorry, man.

Thank you, Gabe.

-I see you brought Jewel.
-Yeah.

That was a little inappropriate.

Hey, at least you got to be
with him when he went.

Yes, that's true.

-We're gonna lower the casket.
-Okay, thank you.

-Hey, buddy.
-Donnie.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's been really hard.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Come on, man. It's Ashley.
I couldn't miss it.

Plus, uh, I don't think rahmat
will kill me at a funeral, so--

Donnie, run!
He's coming!

His time has come!

-Enough! Enough, rahmat!
-Blake!

-Not today! Not today!
-Blake! Blake!

-I have too much going on!
-Blake, no! Please stop!

Blake, where's the reception
gonna be?

Go away, Gabe!

Do what you must,
but I will kill him!

Father, please, for once
just listen to me, okay!
You cannot kill him!

He's not worthy of you.

I'm pregnant.

Wait. You're pregnant--

no!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck you, Gunther!

Fuck you!

No!

Gabe? Gabe?

No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no!

Not Gabe.

Oh, my poor sweet Gabe.

My poor sweet Gabe.

You were useless,

but you're the only one
who stood by me in the end.

And now you're dead,
and it's all my fault.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Gabe.

Take me with you!

I'm gonna need
a ride home.

Drink it. Drink it. Drink it.
And now we're having fun!

Gonna miss your place, Gabe.
Whoo!

All of this! Never stop.

All of this!

Okay.

I suck!

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-buh!

It's over.

You can turn the camera off.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Go home.

I'm sorry that
i threatened to kill you.

Are you gonna be okay?

Nope.

All right.

I'm sorry, Blake. It's, um--

it's been interesting.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Noise complaint.

I'm sorry, neighbors.

I'm sorry it's so loud.
It was a bad day.

Lisa?

-How are you here?
-Donnie told me.

I'm sorry about Ashley.

Take care of yourself, Blake.

Lisa, do you want--

it's Gunther's address.

No, Blake, no,
okay, don't do this.

I have to do this,
i don't have a choice.

Oh, my god,
but he's going to kill you, man!

Maybe. But there's
only one way to find out.

You can't do this alone!

I'm not doing this
alone. You're coming with me.

Absolutely not.
We refuse.

-Under no circumstance--

- okay, we're
coming. We're coming.

Donnie, it's Blake.

I got Gunther's home address.

He lives in mammoth,
California.

Who lives in mammoth?!

I just thought
you deserved to know.

I'm going after him.

Anyway, if anything
should happen to me,

I just want you to know,
I love you.

Excuse me, sir, put your
phone on airplane mode.

- I'm finishing my call.
-Do it right now.

We haven't left
the gate.

Yeah, and we can't until
you put the phone away.

Okay, fine, I'm putting
it away. Can I say goodbye?

Donnie, I have to go.
Wish me luck.

I'm gonna go
kill this asshole.

- Uh, excuse me?
-I wasn't even talking about you.

I was trying to finish my call!

Ridiculous.

Someone's trying to prove
something, huh?

I don't even think it's that
nice a house. Do you?

Fuck you. Come on.

Gunther?

Gunther?

Donnie, what are you doing here!

-We got your message.
-"We"?

Blake, Donnie, go.

Clear.

Clear.

It's an elevator.

Are you fucking kidding me? Who
has an elevator in their house?

- Let's go. Come on.
- All right, come on.

We're too late.
He's already down here.
He's already down here.

Gunther is the greatest--

- what the fuck?
- Blake?

-I don't know what's happening.
What is going on here?
-What is going on?

Blake, I never said that you
smelled like a dirty butt.

-I think somebody edited this.
-Yeah, you think so?

-I do.
-What is happening?!
Who are you?!

Why is the footage from that
camera on that screen!

- Are you fucking with us?!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who are you?!
What is happening?!

Get on the ground, now!

What the fuck is going on?!
Get on the ground!

-What is going on here?!
-Get down!

Put your weapons down.

I suck. I suck.

Got my friends
killed-killed-killed.

Hello, my friends.

I heard you've been
looking for me.

Well, welcome to my home.

How do you like it so far?

Hmm? Isn't it cool?

Hi. My name is...

And I'm a hitman.

Now, when I found out that there
were a bunch of assassins

trying to kill me
and film the whole thing,

I was kind of confused.

I mean,
i didn't even know the guys.

Why do they want me dead?

But nevertheless,
i got pissed off.

Then, I got inspired.

I decided to film
my own documentary

about their documentary.

Now, at first, I wanted
to make a fool of them.

Oh, my god!

Bull's-eye.

Teach them kind of a lesson,
if you know what I mean.

Did he just try
to throw poison at me?

Give me the bazooka, will you?

But quickly,
I became fascinated with them.

This is Ashley,
my old teacher.

Oh, he does not look good.

And... he's down again.

I followed them everywhere.

And when I say everywhere,
i mean everywhere.

Shit! It bit him
right in the neck.

Did you see that?

I even started
to care for them.

I didn't mean
for that to happen.

I mean, this is wild.

No!

Did they just blow up
my assistant and my driver?

Those fucking dick-holes.

- Hello?
- Hello.

-FBI?
-Yes, we're FBI.

Yes, I would like
to report a hitman.

Wonderful. Thank you very much.

You have no idea
how great this is

to finally meet you all
face to face.

- Just in time for us
to murder you--
- b-b-b-bup.

Can we just put our weapons down
and talk?

What do you say?

Cappuccino, anyone?

I mean,
my cappuccino's to die for.

Come on.
Let's go to the kitchen.

Here we are.

Careful.

It's hot.

Thank you.

So you were just screwing
with us this whole time.

No.

Studying you.

Testing you.

Infiltrating you.

- Infiltrating?
- Yeah.

Remember this?

That face is that face.
It's the same.

It's not that face.
It's not even a good likeness.

Hey, how about this one?

I hope you do
what you gotta do.

You know, it was rad meeting
you guys, and if you ever,
ever want to find...

Gunther, I'm right here!

Can you believe those guys?
They hated me.

And Blake,
you will love this one.

Huh?

Hey, come on in.
He's passed out.

He's a horrible kisser.

This is so fucking messed up,
guys.

Eww!

That's a good shot right there.
I don't know if we can do this.

But what the fuck? It's a joke.
Hey, let's leave it.

Hey, take this shot here.

I told you it's hot.

You're fucking sick.
Is this a game to you,

murdering our friends?

Oh, you're gonna blame me
for this whole thing?

Blake, this all happened
because of you.

You planned this.

You got your friends killed.
And why?

Your generation is so entitled.

You want immediacy.

"I want to be the best,
and I want it right now."

Well, that's bullshit.

You know how I became the best?

I did it the old-fashioned way.

I earned it.

How do you think I learned
to ram my fist
into someone's stomach

and to break
their goddamn spine?

Or to rip out their heart
and to eat it

before they even
know they're dead?

I've been doing this for almost
50 fucking years,

so I deserve to be the best.

And you deserve what you got.

So what happens now?

My documentary needs an ending.

So the question is,

will it be a happy ending?

What does that even mean?

Well, as I've said,

I became quite fond
of all of you.

The thought of killing you all
almost makes me sad.

Almost.

Now here's my offer.

And you get to choose.

Option one, you go and make
your own happy ending.

You get a second chance at life.

Retire from killing, obviously,
and I'll let you be.

I'll let bygones be bygones
and the like.

What's the other option?

That I kill you right now.

That's not as enticing.

We'll go.

What? No, Donnie, no.

- Yes, Sanaa.
- No.

You should go.
You know why you should.

Oh, that's right.

Congratulations.

Oh, by the way, Gunther is
a wonderful name for a boy.

How rude.

- You let my crew go, too.
- Of course.

Hey, guys, it's a wrap.

Nate, Kimmy,
you get out of here.

Are you sure?

Yes. We're done.

Thank you.

- Holy shit, that was intense.
- Yeah.

I guess you can
turn that off now.

Oh. Okay.

And then there were two.

What is it, Blake?

Can we just be friends?

I don't think either of us
really want that.

Exactly.

Wouldn't be satisfying, huh?

Well, maybe this will be.

Bring in our guest.

Now here is your
second chance, Blake.

This superb creature
that you pushed away.

I hope you believe me
when I tell you

that I knew nothing
of your relationship

when she and I hooked up.

It never would have worked out
between the two of us anyway,

because she's too wild
of an animal in the sack.

Like pow, pow, pow!

All night long.

I mean, fuck,
I'm too old for this shit.

Besides, I believe that
she's still in love with you.

So, as you can see, you win.

The two of you could
walk out of here and live
happily ever after.

Or I could shoot you dead
right now

and live even
more happily ever after.

You could.

Just want you to know I gave
explicit orders to my team

to shoot her to death
if you kill me.

So what is it gonna be?

The girl...

Or the glory?

Lisa, I am so sorry.

No!

What a fucking idiot.

I mean, he fucked up
the whole thing.

How am I gonna finish
my fucking documentary now?

Thank you.

Now go.

Go, go! Hurry! Run!

You are fucked now!

Oh, no.

So you want to kill me,
huh, you bitch?

Go ahead. Kill me.

Kill me. Do it.
I'm right here.

You son of a bitch.

Have you changed your mind now
all of a sudden? Huh?!

You know why you can't kill me?

Because you're a fucking loser.

Gunther? Gunther!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

- No! No!

No! No!

No!

Ahh!

He got to the chopper.

Who's this?

Oh, this? I don't know.
No, I'm kidding. This is Ava.

She's four-months-old.

She's been holding on to this
finger for about two days.

We have to show the camera.
Watch this.

Ava, whose toes are these?

Ava, whose toes are these?

-Ava, whose toes are these?
-She's not going to answer you.

-They're hers. They're her toes.
-Yeah.

Yeah, Sanaa and I got
married.

Mm-hmm.

I converted to islam.
My choice.

It wasn't because rahmat
threatened to kill me
if I didn't.

But did he, though?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

You are my son now. Hmm?

You know, I've killed many people.
I've taken many lives.

Is daddy being silly?
Is he being silly?

But Ava is the first life
that I've ever given.

And, you know, in a way
she's given me life, too.

Because my dad now has
someone else

to focus all that
affection on.

Okay, there she is!
There she is! Okay! Okay!

- Who knew he had more to give?
- Come here!

Where is my little goddess!
Where's my little goddess?

Yes. That face! I would--

she fell from the sky,
into my arms!

Oh, my god! I can't get enough.
I really can't.

Blake? No, I haven't
heard from Blake at all.

No, the only thing I heard
about that night was
what you guys told me.

I feel like I betrayed Blake. I
have a lot of guilt about that.

Not only because I...

Failed him...

But because I've actually never
been happier in my entire life.

And I owe that to Blake.

When I got the wedding
invitation from Lisa,
i was like... finally.

But... it wasn't him.

It was some other guy.

I met David through one of
our regular clients.

He's great.
He's smart and funny.

He sells time shares.

And he wants a family.

He loves me.

When I got Blake's letters,

I thought that he had changed,

but that night proved
that he hadn't.

I'm not mad. Um...

It's good to have some closure,
actually.

And I don't know
what happened to him.

I don't really care.

For all I know, him and Gunther
killed one another,

because Gunther certainly
hasn't come after me.

Guess who.

Well, I retired
from the killing game.

As a matter of fact,
Blake was going to be
my one last kill,

but I just couldn't find
that son of a bitch.

I planned on killing Lisa, too.

But then I came up
with a better plan.

I said to myself, what would
hurt Blake more than death?

She doesn't know it yet,

but I was the one
that introduced Lisa
to her new husband.

And a very special
thank-you to sue,

who set us up
on our first date.

But life is great.

I mean, I kind of took
my own advice,

and I started over.

I moved back to my home country,
Austria,

and I bought a beautiful chalet.
Look at this.

And it's still under
construction, because it's two
months late with the remodeling.

But don't get me going
on that one.

Now, if I ever change my mind
and want to whack someone,

that fucking contractor
is gonna get terminated.

That I can tell you.

Now the great thing is,

I'm now running a garden co-op
for retirees.

It's called "reifes alter,"

which basically means,
"ripe old age."

We're growing
organic vegetables

and selling it
at the farmers market,

and all the proceeds go to the
pleasant Eve retirement home.

Ow!

And I'm also coaching
a girls field hockey team.

And we ranked number one
in the district,

but we did lose
the state championships.

But of course, we don't listen
to the naysayers.

We never give up.

Boom-boom-boom!

But what I'm most proud of is

that I rediscovered
my first love.

Music.

Country-western music.

I have a George strait
kind of a sound,
if you know what I mean.

I even built a recording studio
in my own house,

and I just released
my first single online

under the name
of cord billmont.

I'm coming for you,
Brad Paisley.

Trust me.

There you have it,

the new Gunther.

Happy ending.

And, great.

That's it.

That's all you need?

Yeah. No, I think we got it.

Thank you so much, again,
for letting us come by.

Absolutely.

Oh, you never found Blake, huh?

No, he disappeared
completely without a trace.

Hmm. Of course.

Well, I'm actually impressed
that you found me.

Because I had to move
out of my house that night.

I mean, there were cops
all over the fucking place.

I was so fucking angry.
It was such a huge mess.

I was pissed off.

And Blake better spend
the rest of his life running.

Because if I ever
see him again--

I did it! I did it!
I killed him. Did you see it?

-Yeah, I saw it.
-You saw it, right?
You saw me do it?

-Can we please go home now?
-I killed him!

Blake!

-This is for Max, izzat,
and yong and Mia and barold.

-No, Blake, we just--
-and Ashley!

-Sure, Ashley. Let's go home.
-I, Blake hammon,
killed Gunther.

-It's over. We did it.
-And if anybody doubted--

-hold on. Wait.
-What?

What's that sound?

Shit, he's good--

okay.

Yeah, yeah, here, 'cause I have
to tell you. Here we go.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was some
pretty good singing.

Okay, here's the second verse.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah. Here she goes again.

-Okay, that was good.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that was perfect.

The first take
is the last take.

No, I don't want
to do it again.

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