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[audio logo]

[foreboding music]

[birds chirping]

[gun shots]

[gunfire]

[man grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[yelling]

[grunts]

[thud]

[panicked moaning]

[grunts]

[thud]

[birds chirping]

[wings flap]

[gun shot]

[grunts]

[continued shots]

[music crescendos]

[soft music]

[panting] I'm done.

I'm hungry.

You are not done, Freya.

It needs to be twice the size of the animal, at least.

You're a slave driver.

And you're a lazy grave digger.

I should really just fire you.

Go ahead.

I'll get a job somewhere else.

No, you won't.

You can't.

Remember?

You tried stealing candy and cookies at your last job

and got caught.

Now you're unemployable.

You're probably right, Marina.

I'm 15, and my life is over.

I bet you wouldn't dig me a grave twice my size.

I would if you were dead.

But I'm not dead.

Not yet.

[menacing music]

[grunts]

[engine whining]

[serious music]

[door closes]

Join me, Mr. Poe.

Leave that.

But, Mr. Freeman...

Get in here.

You know, I've always said you tried taking a bath, Mr. Poe.

With respect, sir, we don't always know what's in the water.

The chemicals we do know about, they can be toxic.

I'm toxic.

You're toxic.

My cat's kitty litter is toxic.

If I was you, I'd be more concerned

about being a human Petri dish with that unfortunate stench.

That would put an ungodly dent in my family relations.

Things with my son and wife couldn't possibly get more dire.

Of course, being a creature that's

flown alone all your life, I can't

imagine you share my concern.

Or maybe you do.

How's your family?

I haven't seen my mother for 10 years.

So it's a moot point.

No mother is anybody's moot point, Mr. Poe.

Mine is 82 years old and still swinging a tennis racket.

And it's remarkable.

I gave her a hug yesterday, aware

that it could be the last one.

I still get joy putting a smile on her face.

It's the least I can do for a woman

that's spent the balance of her existence

suffering a wretch like me.

I do prefer the company of gentlemen

whose mothers are fond of them.

Is your mother fond of you?

I never gave it a second thought.

I'm a busy man.

Too busy for your mother?

I suspect she wasn't fond of you.

And no offense, you're a trifle cunty.

And she knew it.

Felt responsible.

Probably guilty for bringing such

a pestilence into the world.

You have a job for me, Mr. Freeman?

What I have for you, Mr. Joshua...

Is a gift.

Hopefully, this time your last hurrah.

You don't come in its mouth and end up back in the joint again.

Do you capiche?

Sir, is there some mistake?

Mistake?

These targets.

One of the names, your ex-wife...

And?

I expect you to do the job.

Show me you have a pair.

Now get out of here.

Ugh, your breath stinks.

Go.

[birds chirping]

God, I can barely feel that.

Why don't you do it the way I showed you?

Sorry, Mom.

Is that better?

Clearly your heart's not into it, as usual.

Something else on your mind.

Hey, anyone up for a walk?

Does that invitation also include me?

Yeah, sure.

RUTH: [scoffs] Yeah, I'll pass.

I'm limiting my physical activity to ballroom dancing

and triathlons these days.

I'd like a walk.

Is that OK, Mom?

Marina, since when does my opinion matter?

Go, have your fun.

What's wrong with your foot, Dad?

I rolled my ankle.

Are you coming to my recital?

I told you I was thinking about it.

Freya's dad's coming.

No, he isn't.

Freya's dad's in prison in Texas, sweety.

How did you know that?

Not a secret.

Well, I bet he'd come if he wasn't in prison.

He wouldn't even think about it.

He'd just do it.

Maybe that's why he's in prison.

[soft music]

[gulls squawking]

[soft chuckle]

[phone beeps]

[music grows serious]

So did you think about it, Dad?

I didn't even hear you walk up.

That's because I'm sneaky.

Yes, you are sneaky, aren't you?

[laughing]

That was good, right?

Don't you?

There you are.

While you two out having fun, did you guys think to pick

me up a pack of cigarettes?

Mom, cigarettes are bad for you.

Well, then, did you pick me up some veggies?

Or perhaps some bananas?

No, we didn't go...

Then shut it!

Darling, she's right.

Right about what?

You could have gone that way knowing I'm out of cigarettes.

But no, you chose not to.

Spare me, both of you.

Ruth, maybe I deserve this.

But she certainly doesn't.

This environment that you've created,

don't you see what you're doing to her?

This environment?

You mean the environment you created?

Please, for once, let's just... for once...

[shouting] Why don't you just tell her the truth, Thomas?

Why don't you just level with her?

I'm sorry, Poe.

I did my best to kill her.

I did my best to kill her.

I couldn't get to her.

She was never alone.

Even on the shitter?

That's far enough, sunshine.

You had three months, wank.

Your best is a damn disgrace.

My patience is dry.

Surely there's a solution.

Yeah, there is.

Get on your knees.

Make the sign of the cross.

Please...

Do it!

Let me make it up to you.

That door is closed.

I'll do whatever you want.

Good.

I want you chewing worms in hell.

Poe... [grunts]

When I assign a man a task, I expect a firm result...

Please...

...not a pair of girlie panties.

A job half done is a blood-soaked stillborn.

I have standards, standards which define who I am.

Your standards are in your rectum.

[grunting]

[coughs]

Please... please tell my wife I love her.

[scoffs]

Humbug.

Love is commitment.

You have none.

What would you know about love?

Be grateful I'm not partial to slow deaths.

[gun shot]

[distant chatter]

I don't care who started it.

It's not your responsibility to end it with your fists.

Do I make myself clear, Freya?

Sure, Mrs. Lauren.

Your voice carries.

And you, Marina, this is your first time visiting us here,

isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

What did you hope to achieve?

You don't strike me as the violent type.

Well, Freya's my friend.

I'm aware of that.

I'm also aware that Freya is more than capable of looking

after herself.

So, Freya, since you've put us both in this position,

what do you suggest as an appropriate punishment?

Um... well, I prefer the electric chair.

Although, lethal injection is just fine, too.

Hilarious.

Since we don't usually carry out capital punishment here,

I'll do you one better with detention...

Two weeks of lunchtimes for you both.

Lame.

Excuse me?

Thanks, Mrs. Lauren.

You rock, Mrs. Lauren.

And you'll both need to get these letters

signed by a parent...

And back to me on Monday.

Is that lame enough for you both?

Yes, Mrs. Lauren.

Yes, Mrs. Lauren.

Go get cleaned up.

[birds chirping]

Where's your dad going?

Come on.

[intriguing music]

Calm down.

Come on! Come on!

I don't...

Sorry.

Uh, who the fuck are you?

I'm... I'm sorry.

This is private property, dude.

My friend... you shouldn't be here.

I got lost.

Um, Marina!

What happened to you?

What do you mean?

Did you see that guy?

What guy?

There was a guy just now.

He had scars on his face, stitched scars,

like Frankenstein.

Are you sure?

Whatever.

Didn't we come to find my dad, anyways?

Come on, let's go.

[angrily muttering]

Can't do anything right!

(DIFFERENT TONE) I don't know why you bother!

Your dad's a deep thinker kind of guy, right?

Well, I don't know about that.

He's definitely something, but I don't know what.

[laughing] Your dad is deep.

He gets messages in bottles?

Weird.

FREYA: What if he's a spy?

I mean, that would make sense, right?

He doesn't seem to have a job.

Or maybe he's having an affair.

That's more likely.

Makes sense because my mom hates him.

But doesn't she hate you, too?

Yeah, but she hates him more.

You know, my mom had an affair once...

After we moved here...

With my teacher.

Are you serious?

After Dad went to prison, of course.

Well, did the affair at least up your grades?

The dude broke up with her and gave me

an F for Bible studies and gym.

Well, how did you find out about it?

I was bored one night and read through her texts

when she was asleep.

OK, um... hold it up for me.

OK, um... hold it up for me.

What are you doing?

Sticking my nose where it doesn't belong.

[camera clicks]

[crickets chirping]

So how is she?

Same old, same old.

Great.

You're a good man, Tommy.

Thanks, Joe.

Next time.

Yeah.

[door shuts]

[towel whipping]

Sloppy in the forest.

It's very sloppy.

Let yourself be seen.

Cover blown.

(WHISPERS) That was dumb.

Dumb, dumb, dumb.

[shouts] Dumb!

Dumb!

Dumb!

Dumb!

Don't let shit-job Freeman be right about you.

He gave you a job.

Not your place to disagree.

Not your place!

Be a professional.

Not a pair of girly panties.

You weak-kneed piece of shit who will

not amount to a hill of beans.

[woman laughs]

And you... you pull your friggin' head in, pal!

[birds chirping]

[gun shot]

[breathes shakily]

It's OK.

It's OK.

Here, put your left foot forward.

OK.

That's it.

All right, now, squeeze the trigger, don't pull it.

It's just like, mew; not like that.

OK?

OK.

Another shot.

Why do I have to shoot a gun, Dad?

Good skill to have.

Does your job involve guns?

Yeah, sometimes.

Well, I'll see you for your recital on Thursday.

Really?

Do you promise?

Scout's honor.

You were a scout?

I was a lot of things, Marina.

What the hell is that, Kyle?

It's a demon.

[scoffs] A demon?

Yeah.

Your demon.

Your demon looks a little familiar.

Your demon has my chin, my nose, and my facial features.

You don't like it?

I didn't say that.

You're an artist, son.

It's not the integrity of your work that's in question.

I'm sure Hollywood will line up for this

and other grisly monstrosities.

It's the inspiration of your work that troubles me.

You chose your father and not your mother for the inspiration

of this beast.

Wow.

Where are you going?

What do you care?

I care.

You got a funny way of showing it, Dad.

I should be happy that I inspired a monster?

Marty, your son loves you.

My son knows who I am.

I'm a demon.

[laughs]

These guys are basic.

1, 2, 3...

Who's basic?

The spy sending messages to your dad.

How do you know that they're basic?

Or Scott...

It's simple substitution.

A equals D, D equals G, and so on.

Here.

It's a name...

Morton Miller.

And an address.

That's interesting.

This is way more than interesting.

Shh!

You want me to report you again, Miss Miranda?

Not if I have a choice, Mrs. Aretti.

RUTH: Hey.

Can we talk?

I'm in a hurry.

Can it wait till tonight?

It'll only take a minute.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

A job.

You said you wanted to talk, Ruth.

What I want is your ass out of here by the end of the month.

Excuse me?

15 days.

What about Marina.

She'll be fine.

I have to tell you I'm not comfortable walking out

on Marina.

Yeah?

Well, let me tell you, Mr. Important,

that what you're comfortable with is no longer relevant.

Now, you can get a place nearby.

And you'll be on call.

Or... I'll call the police.

Marina, you know I love you, don't you?

I'll see you this evening for the recital.

Sure.

Hey.

You OK?

Bye, Dad.

[somber music]

[suspenseful music]

Hey, buddy.

I got some sugar for you.

[horse snorts]

Yeah, good work, old buddy, boy.

[music crescendos]

[thud]

[horse whinnies]

[grunts]

[gunfire]

[bang]

[gunfire]

[woman screams]

[gunfire]

[grunts]

Damn!

[grunting]

[applause]

Hello, everyone.

And welcome to L. Cheney High School's annual recital.

[applause]

[piano music]

[classical music continues]

Is this, uh... this your car, Mr...?

Jessup.

Mr. Jessup.

Yes, officer.

You know you're, uh, breaking the law here

driving around without plates.

I'm not driving.

Parking without plates.

[chuckles]

Do tell.

You see, last time I parked here for my hike,

when I come back, my plates were stolen.

Cost me a small fortune to replace them.

I see.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Did you report that theft?

I didn't want to bother you boys with something

so insignificant.

Now, you feel free to bother us at any time

in the future, Mr. Jessup.

It's not a lot happening here on the island.

Well, I hope I...

I didn't cause you too much trouble today, Officer.

No.

No trouble at all, sir.

You have yourself a good day.

You, too.

[grunts]

[classical music continues]

[applause]

Do you think your dad will show?

(ECHOING) Hey, you're going to miss your own show.

Come on.

[violin music]

[music fades]

Where's Dad?

How would I know?

What if something happened to Dad?

You wouldn't care, would you?

What has gotten into you this morning?

How did the recital go?

MARINA: What do you care?

[scoffs]

[birds chirping]

(SOFTLY) No.

No!

[softly crying]

[sobbing]

Dad?

Dad?

[sobbing] Hey.

You know how you said you'd do anything for me?

Well, I really... I really, really need you right now.

Dad?

[both grunting]

[somber music]

You know, I hate to be a party pooper.

But... shouldn't you call the cops?

I mean, your dad's been shot and killed

probably by spies or gangsters.

I'm not calling the cops.

I don't trust cops.

What have cops done to you?

I just want to give him a decent burial.

Besides, what are the cops going to do?

Bring him back to life?

Probably not.

You know, I think I was right about your dad being a spy.

He wasn't a spy.

You know that?

I just know he wasn't a spy.

Then what was he?

Maybe... maybe a hit man.

Oh, my God!

We have to go to the police!

Are you being serious?

That's another reason not to call the cops!

What about your mom?

Doesn't she have to know about this?

She kicked him out!

I told you she hates him.

She wanted him dead.

So what do we do now?

We keep digging.

[both grunt]

See you in the next life, Dad.

Thank you.

[crying]

Don't thank me for helping you bury your dad.

It sounds so weird.

What does Dad do?

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Your ears aren't painted on.

Who do you think you're talking to?

I'm not sure.

But just answer the question, Mom.

Why the sudden interest in what your dad does?

Just answer the question, Mom.

All right.

He destroys people's lives...

With a bullet.

He's not a spy?

[scoffs] No, Marina.

Nothing that grandiose.

He kills.

He gets paid.

And he creates misery.

Heroic, isn't it?

And sometimes... we pay, too.

[music echoing]

[gun fire, screaming echoes]

[baby crying]

[sirens echoing]

I'm sure he didn't mean for you to get hurt.

I mean, you must have known what he does for a job.

What you know doesn't always change things, baby.

One day, you'll understand that.

Anyways, where is he?

I need my pills.

I don't think he came home last night.

No shit, Sherlock!

Why would he want to come home to a cripple

and a deluded daughter?

I wouldn't want to come home either.

Mom, what would happen if Dad stopped doing his job?

Easy.

We had... I don't...

I don't even want to think about that.

WOMAN: The clock's ticking, Poe.

I haven't got all day, Poe.

What are you talking about, Kitty?

You do so have all day, and all night, too.

I paid you 24 hours.

Quit your whining.

I didn't know you'd be working.

Well, how do you think empires get built, baby?

I don't know, Teddy.

I've never built an empire.

You obviously have not.

Listen, baby, if we're going to be a power couple,

you need to practice patience.

You need to be supportive and understanding.

You need to get with the program.

[sniffs]

Hey, what's wrong?

That's a slap in the face, Kitty.

Teddy.

Yeah, baby?

Have you showered today?

What?

What's that got to do with anything?

You're a little smelly.

And you're not even ready for me.

Did you join the pink club in prison?

Damn it!

Get out!

Get out!

We're done!

Get out!

Get the fuck out, whore!

We're done!

Should've seen the signs.

Should have seen it.

Didn't.

Too stupid to.

Rinse, repeat, that's me.

Permanent idiot!

Permanent idiot!

Are you serious, Teddy?

As a freaking stroke!

We're done!

[crying] What about a power couple, Teddy?

You shut up.

You shut up.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear it.

It's the same old shit.

Move on.

Move on.

Reboot.

Move on.

Say it!

Fuck!

[birds chirping]

[intriguing music]

[suspenseful music]

[music crescendos]

Wow.

Your dad was serious.

How did you learn to do that?

My dad, of course.

He taught me some stuff.

Right, that makes complete sense.

But why are we in here?

I mean, we clearly know your dad's

a spy or some kind of killer.

Let me have a look.

Wow.

OK, translation again.

But this time... Seven letters ahead.

Whoa, bingo.

The target's name is Oleg Kosinski.

His office address is here.

OK, he's a financial guy.

Has some connections to both political parties.

Also owns some prisons.

He sounds scary.

Yeah, he looks pretty scary, too.

But why are we in here talking about some bad guy

while playing with your dad's guns?

Or is that a stupid question.

I saw Dad.

When?

Last week.

He was talking with some lady by school.

She was pretty hot and...

This hot lady, does she have a name?

No.

But she was being really friendly

with Dad, acting kind of sexy.

Maybe he's with her now.

I doubt that.

Acting sexy, huh?

Well, this hot lady can have him after he meets his obligations.

And she can look forward to spending the rest of her life

in a wheelchair just like me.

Get away.

We're done here.

Get away.

Where is your ragged-ass father anyways?

I'm almost out of my pills.

I need them by tomorrow.

Oh, and there's a few important bills

on the counter, too, including a whopper on your school.

[suspenseful music]

Hi, can I help you?

I'm looking for my uncle, Oleg.

Ah, you're his niece.

OK, so you're going to go down this hallway.

You're going to take a left about halfway down.

And then you're going to follow it around that corridor, OK?

Thank you.

All right.

[office chatter]

[door opens, toilet flushes]

[music crescendos]

Who the hell are you?

[thud]

[sputtering]

[daunting music]

[retching, panting]

[approaching motorcycle]

Well, hello.

Who are you?

My dad's sick.

You got the stuff, Arch?

Well, that depends.

Do you got the dough, re, mi, little girl?

Hell yeah.

Count it out for me, please.

Don't keep me waiting.

Sure thing.

28, 29, 3,000.

It's all here.

Thanks, Arch.

Tell your old man I said hi.

You got it.

RUTH: Where in the hell have you been?

Dad says hi.

Wait.

You saw your father?

Yeah.

Well, when's he coming home?

Well, when's he coming back?

You kicked him out, remember.

[scoffs]

[gulls squawking]

[intriguing music]

Hi.

Two large popcorns, please.

Thank you.

[menacing music]

WOMAN (ON SCREEN): Harold, what the hell

have you gotten us into?

Whatever it is, I want to meet him.

Hey!

Where the hell is your brother?

[music crescendos]

[silenced gun shot]

MAN (ON SCREEN): What are you doing here?

MAN (ON SCREEN): I should ask you the same thing.

[grunts]

MAN (ON SCREEN): Are you serious?

I'm... I'm sorry.

WOMAN (ON SCREEN): Are you OK?

[crickets chirping]

You're not avoiding me, are you?

Freya, what are you doing here?

Stalking you.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

What are you so dressed up for?

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

Try me.

But don't tell me there was a prom and I missed it.

No.

I've been taking the jobs my dad's supposed to do.

[menacing music]

You're killing the people in the bottle?

Yes.

Shooting them?

Mhm.

With your dad's guns?

Yeah.

This is... this is crazy, right?

I mean, last week you were a straight-A student,

and now a killer for hire?

Things are moving fast.

Yeah, no shit.

This is unbelievable.

That's what I said.

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

But I do believe you because, unlike me,

you're not a bullshitter.

That makes it even more bizarre.

Yeah, it does.

I need to sleep on this.

Me, too.

Agreed.

Well, if you need any help, I mean,

I make for a pretty good shot.

Better than your dad?

You know it.

RUTH: There you are.

Where have you been?

I thought you'd run off, too.

You might want to give this to your father

the next time you see him.

Unless, of course, you're OK with the lights turned off,

your cell phone cancelled, and your education on hold.

[sighs]

Slow down.

We're getting close.

This is exciting.

I've always wanted to be an accomplice to something.

Like murder?

Anything.

Well, in this case, it would be murder.

I'm going to kill somebody.

And the charge, if I'm caught, would be murder.

And you'd be charged, too.

As an accomplice?

Yes.

Like I said, exciting.

All right, stop here.

OK, drive a mile down, and wait.

I don't want the neighbors recognizing your car.

And I'll call you when I'm done.

Exciting.

Stop.

Saying.

Exciting.

It's freaking me out.

[menacing music]

Can I help you?

Are you a friend of my son's?

Kyle?

Kyle?

Are you... no!

Are you OK?

[music racing]

Drop the gun!

Why did you shoot at my mom?

What did she do to you?

Nothing.

It was my job.

It's your job to shoot people?

Sometimes.

Did my dad give you this job?

Who's your dad?

Marty Freeman.

I thought you'd heard of him if this is your job.

He's a criminal.

My mom left him, and he's pissed.

Look, I'm sorry I tried to shoot your mom.

How old are you, anyways?

16.

Me, too.

It sucks, right?

Pretty much.

Does your dad know you're an assassin?

Or does he think you're working at McDonald's or something?

My dad's dead.

I've been doing his jobs.

Wow.

That's fucked up.

Guess we both got fucked-up dads.

Yeah.

Well, mine was cool sometimes.

Yeah, mine, too.

But he put my mom and I in danger.

So...

Mine, too.

So why are you doing this?

Well, my mom can't work.

And we need money.

Hey, are you going to call the cops?

No, you got enough problems.

So do you.

Yeah.

I better get going back before my mom

wonders what happened to me.

Hey.

You rock.

Yeah, you're pretty cool yourself.

Don't come back.

Hey.

Where have you been all day?

Out with Freya.

Have you seen your father?

I need him to pick up my...

Mom, I'm not your nurse.

And I'm not your husband.

I'm your daughter.

You need to work things out with Dad.

MARTY: When I give a man an opportunity,

it's not unreasonable for me to expect a certain level

of professionalism, is it?

I compensated fairly.

You hire the best, I imagine.

You deliver.

I go to sleep at night.

Sir, I assure you...

Give me your patience, Mr. Poe,

not your irritable cuntiness!

It's important to me that you understand

where I'm coming from.

Because if I opt to recalibrate this campaign,

I'll spare you the embarrassment of having

your balls hanging out.

I'm doing you a favor.

Thank you, sir.

I have three reports that compel

me to question your judgment and seriously doubt my own.

Sir, I...

The consistent factor in each report

was the stature of your contractor.

You're clearly hiring children.

Excuse me, sir?

The first shooter was under 5 feet.

The second shooter was also vertically challenged.

And the third shooter, who failed to achieve his mission,

was described as looking like a sweet little girl.

Sir, I...

I don't need to know or want to know who you're hiring, Poe.

But I draw the line at these small people you're hiring,

whether they're circus performers, oompa

loompas, or kindergartners.

And if you really are dragging innocent children

into this filthy business of ours

to save a buck, Poe, [scoffs], , you're

even more immoral than I am.

I am going to remedy this situation, sir.

Yes, you are, Poe.

And you're going to make things right with your mother,

too, God damn it.

[scoffs] And tell her how you really feel about her.

I haven't seen her in years.

And that's where your problem lies.

The mother/son relationship is fractured.

Your inability to function as a professional and a human being

lies at the very feet of that fracture.

Trust me, if you don't repair it, you're done.

[daunting music]

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you?

Bert.

What are you doing here?

I live here.

What are you selling?

I ain't selling a damn thing.

I'm looking for Eliza Poe.

Then you're late.

Eliza Poe hasn't been here for 16 years.

You know where she is?

About a mile down that road.

On the right.

In the boneyard.

She's dead?

She'd want to be if she was there.

What's your relationship to Eliza?

I'm her son.

Oh, yeah.

Teddy, isn't it?

I heard about you.

And it wasn't positive.

So you knew her well?

Well enough.

We were married.

Happily.

A mile that way, behind the elm tree.

[angrily muttering]

RUTH: Hey.

Come here.

Come sit with me.

I've got to study, Mom.

It'll only be a minute.

[sighs]

What do you got there?

Dad paid the bills.

Thank you, baby.

You should thank, Dad.

Well, I'm thanking you.

Hey.

I know this hasn't been easy for you.

It's been hard for you, too.

We'll survive.

We'll be OK, all right?

(SOFTLY) OK.

[foreboding music]

[grunting]

Hello, Mother.

Surprised to see me?

You look like hell.

We both look like hell.

I'm sorry I never told you how I really felt about you.

I stayed away too long.

I hope it's not too late for us to make peace.

[laughs] I bet now you wish you hadn't seen me again, eh?

You old fuck. (DIFFERENT TONE) Still a loser, Teddy!

Shut up!

She wasn't wrong about you!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

You cunt!

[shrieks]

[indistinctly muttering]

[panting]

[engine whirs]

[menacing music]

You little bitch!

[screaming]

Hey!

[gun shot]

[machine beeping]

NURSE (ON INTERCOM): Paging Dr. Stateman.

Dr. Stateman, please.

Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

You know, [sighs] I don't think I'm cut

out for all that hitman shit.

[both giggle]

Yeah.

I don't think I am either.

Get some sleep.

Are you all right to get home?

Yeah.

My dad's waiting outside.

OK.

Thank you.

[soft music]

I'm so sorry.

[exhales deeply]

[crash]

[suspenseful music]

[shouting] Who do you work for?

What's his name?

It doesn't matter if you don't tell me!

You're going to die anyway!

You're going to shoot him, too?

Maybe.

Freeman.

You've lived a pretty privileged life, haven't you?

I'm here to end it.

Not if I end yours first.

My life ended the day I was born.

[grunts]

[gunfire]

[grunting]

[panting]

[shrieks]

Marina!

You're daddy's little girl, aren't you?

Yes, I am!

[gun shot]

Mom!

Are you OK?

[both panting]

[menacing music]

Hey, Mom?

There's something I need to tell you.

I know, sweetie.

I'm your mother.

[menacing music]

Good morning.

Can I help you, young lady?

Who sent you?

Are you one of Teddy's children?

A new generation.

Perhaps I didn't give Teddy the credit he deserved.

We all need to make room for our successors, huh?

No.

Then you're my penance for a lifetime of fuckery

and my failure as a father.

You know, I should kill you because you killed my father.

But I'm not the violent type.

[grunting]

You're lucky your son still has a father.

[grunts] Son of a bitch!

[menacing music]