All language subtitles for Marvels.Hit-Monkey.S02E01.720p.DSNP.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

You pick up one of
these in anger...

and you'll never put it down.

You and me, we're connected.

And there's
unfinished work here.

She's hiding something.

I know it.

There are only two things

that scared me in this
world when I was alive.

One, ghosts. The other
one, Lady Bullseye.

Ito-san!

Killer of killers.

Huh. Eh, you know what? That
actually sounds pretty badass.

Now, grab a sword.
That thing's rad.

You would like to
meet its sister.

The new prime minister of
Japan is Shinji Yokohama.

Hello, Bryce.

Oh, my God!

I have physical form!

Come on, you got this.

You have come for me,
haven't you, Monkey?

Don't do it, pal. Look, I made
this mistake before, okay?

Akiko won't forgive you.

Shinji Yokohama,

I'm placing you under arrest
for the murder of Ken Takahara.

It can't end like this.

What did you do, you animal?

- Mm, mm, mm.
- Huh?

You know, I got
to the afterlife,

and it was an awesome place.

You know, fire everywhere,
super dramatic.

I was like, you know what?

My friend's up there all alone,

and I think he needs my help.

So I figured, you know,
we'd go to New York,

kill a whole bunch of
assholes who deserve to die

and maybe, uh, you
know, see the sights.

Oh. Holy shit!

Hey, look, look!
I'm ascending!

Oh, my God!

Monkey, I think you know
how I feel about you, okay?

And I-I'm sorry for
ruining your life!

Just take care of
yourself, alright?

And remember to drink
plenty of water!

Where... where am I?

Where... where am I?

I-I-I don't belong here. Okay?

I-I did the right thing!

I'm a... I'm a good guy now!

You can never undo
what you've done.

You've killed in
anger, in spite.

Your soul, Bryce
McHenry, is cursed.

A-a-are you the manager here?

Because I have some
complaints, you know,

namely, uh, this hook
buried in my asshole, yeah?

Oh, I am sorry you are
disappointed with the arrangements

but this is what happens
to chodes like you.

Or did we not make that
clear in the literature?

Literature? Oh, no, see,
I-I didn't get any lit...

Are you talking about the Bible?

No, w-w-w-wait! Hold
on, hold on, hold on.

Look, th-this, this can't be
the end of the line for me, man.

You had one function,
to shepherd the Monkey.

Your purpose with
him is fulfilled.

No!

- Okay, yeah, but what?
- What about his purpose to you?

To me?

Yeah. I mean, you don't want
the adulterers, you know,

the souls who skipped
on parking tickets.

You want killers!

The real tasty ones, you know.

And Monkey can give
that to you, alright?

He's-he's your top earner.

Then why would I need you?

Because without me,

he's just a sensitive
little furball

takin' baths and
eatin' fruit, you know?

He doesn't have an appetite
for the work, okay?

But I, I could keep
him on the right path.

I could keep him hungry.

You are certain it's
not someone else

you wanna go back for?

It's too late to fix the past.

No. No, man. Come on.

I swear.

Look, look, j-just
send me back up there,

and Monkey and I
will be serving you

the fillet mignon of
shit bags all day long.

You're gonna love it, I swear.

Hey! Hey, hey! We
have a deal or not?

Ya dick!

Wha-what? No!

♪ The boys are back ♪

♪ The boys are back ♪

♪ The boys are back ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm back, sliced
up and my chain is gold ♪

Woo-hoo!

Welcome to the last
supper, ya bitches!

♪ You got a nine to five,
I got a five to nine ♪

♪ Pumping bass out the side
from the fresh out pines ♪

♪ My chain is low and
it weighs more than me ♪

♪ I'm the king of this
jungle I was born to be ♪

♪ Got the keys to the city
in the palm of our hand ♪

♪ When you see us walk by
scream as loud as you can ♪

♪ The boys are back ♪

♪ The boys are back ♪

Hey, man, it's a
whole new city, okay?

We gotta slum it for a while,
make a name for ourselves.

Now, once we get an agent,

we can then start taking out
some real bad guys, yeah?

And, hey, look,

it's not like that mobster was
some innocent little angel.

Eh, uh, tax evasion, alright?

All those faulty loans he had.

Also, all the murders, you know?

Alright, this ain't working. Hey,
can we get another round over here?

Immediamente.

♪ Why you still in the
subway and I'm in the cab ♪

♪ So give me the mic and pump it
'cause we always staying on track ♪

♪ Yeah, the city will
cheer with trumpets ♪

♪ 'Cause the kings are back ♪

♪ Got a fresh can of paint
and you know my tab ♪

♪ They try to hold us down
but the boys are back ♪

♪ It's going down ♪

What does the card mean?

It means after four goddamn
months of slumming it,

we can ditch the flophouse
and go make some real coin.

Okay, her name is Eunice Jones,

but most people call her The
Handler 'cause, you know,

she handles shit, you know?

Like, gettin' you
way more money.

I mean, she was my agent,
and I owned this town.

She's definitely who you
want representing you.

Well, no, except
for the Tokyo thing,

which was, yes, a
massive cock-up.

But honestly, she's
a big, big deal.

L-l-look, I get it.

Killin' doesn't feel good
to you anymore, alright?

But it's your destiny, remember?

Besides, plenty of people
hate their jobs, okay?

It's literally somebody's
job to jack-off horses.

You wanna trade with them?

Those hands of yours just wrap
around a giant horse dong,

just work that son of a bitch
up and down like a shake weight.

Will you relax? It's a front.

She used to run it
out of a wine shop,

but her clients kept
drinking all the merch.

Plus, she gets a little
side cash from the funerals.

Oh, there she is.

Uh-uh.

If those aren't the ones
with the chewy middles,

you can piss off
right now, Bubbles.

Hmm. Nougat.

Eunice Jones. I've been
watching your work. Big fan.

Welcome to the Majors, baby.

Listen, you gonna find out that
I am available for you 24/7.

If someone doesn't pay
you, I will massacre them.

If someone tries to
double-cross you,

I will find them, rip
their asshole out,

and fry it up like calamari.

Oh, she ain't lying either.
I've seen her do it.

Now I did some checking,
and I know you have a code.

Uh, you have morals.

And I respect that.
Not many people will.

Tell me more about you.

Tell me what you
are looking for.

I didn't understand a
single thing that you said,

but, uh, what I can say is that

I get that you are
looking for a home,

someplace to call home?

Well, that's what we are, bruh.

Family.

Oh, oh!

Aw. Look at that.

Still represented
here. I'm touched.

Yeah, except that one.

He died. Foreign job.

You know, I feel bad about it,

but to be honest, I don't
miss working with him.

Okay.

Bryce was a bit of a narcissist.

We used to just say charming.

- Womanizer...
- Really?

...alcoholic, breath stank,

- always late.
- Oh, fuck this.

I mean, it's kind
of a lesson in how

this business can break you.

What the living shit?

Wait a minute. Are
you telepathic?

'Cause we can totally
mark... Whoa, whoa!

Wait a minute.

I gave Bryce those glasses
as a birthday present.

Did you know him?

Is that son of a bitch here?

Okay, I'm officially
going back to church.

That's our favorite Scotch.

Bryce?

Wait a minute. What are you
doing? What are you doing?

You know that's $2,000 an ounce!

Look, if this is
about Tokyo, I...

Bryce, Bryce.

No, Bryce, please.
Not the Louis...

Monkey! Tell him to stop!

Okay, okay, okay. The
contact went rogue!

I thought you'd talk
your way out of it.

You always talk your way
out of it like you always...

Okay, I fucked up, okay, Bryce?

Is that what you want
to hear Eunice say?

I looked at the dollars
instead of the client, okay?

I got blinded by all the zeros.

But I swear, Bryce, I didn't
know that you would get killed.

It was an international vetter.

So much shit got
lost in translation.

But you have my word
that I learned from that.

Look, I know I can't make
things right for you,

but you know damn well that
I can help this monkey.

And because I feel so bad,

I'll only do it for like,
um, what, li-like, 20%.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!
Fifteen. Fifteen's fair.

We good? Fifteen is fair.

Okay, don't trust this scumbag
as far as you can throw her.

But definitely sign with
her. She's the best.

Damn it, Bryce!

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm still
working these powers out,

but fuck it, you know?

Let's make some money!

Yeah. I just couldn't bring myself to
sell your apartment after you died.

Aw, 'cause it
reminded you of me.

My accountant said I'll probably
be able to retire off of this.

Woo, the real estate in
this area is on fire.

Jesus Christ.

But it's yours now, Monkey.

Apartment 7H.

I would show you up, but I got
court side seats to the Knicks

and, uh, I believe
in them, Monkey.

I believe in them.

We'll be in touch.

Well, the Knicks haven't
been good since '93,

so no need to rush!

Wow, wow, wow!

I never thought I'd
see this place again.

No, I didn't have
anything stolen.

It's a bachelor pad. This
is how I had it decorated.

Oh, and this is
coming from the guy

who used to shit in his hands.

Ooh...

Now there's Feng Shuis going on,

and there's other
Shuis and there's...

Oh, my God, it's totally
depressing, isn't it?

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Someone's here.

Ah, Jesus Christ!

What the heck?

"Jesus Christ, what the
heck," is what I should say.

I was wondering how long it
would take you to get here.

Tokyo went to shit
after Shinji's death.

I tried to clear your name,
but no one would listen to me.

I was an inconvenient truth.

No, you know, I actually
have a theory about that.

It's that people are dicks.

Political infighting,
bitter recriminations,

a total breakdown of civility.

Reprisals and power grabs turned
the streets into an open turf war.

No one was spared.

Everyone was a target.

Not even the cops were immune.

Take 'em out!

It looked like we were gonna
be able to hold them off,

but that's when this...
thing showed up.

A man, a demon, something
else, I don't know.

All I saw was this pair
of glowing yellow eyes

as it mowed down
everything in its path...

...even its own men.

We took cover in
the evidence room.

It was the safest place we had.

But then we saw what
they were after.

It was Bonsai Master's sword.

Haruka, go!

Go!

Our Captain died
a hero that day.

Bought me enough time to escape.

And to save this.

Holy crap.

Talk about things I never
thought I'd see again.

If they were after
Bonsai Master's sword,

they might be after
yours, Monkey.

And the only lead I had to you

was Bryce's address that I
found in his police files.

- Police files?
- It's been super depressing

waiting here for you guys.

You really lived
like a loser, Bryce.

Oh, yeah?

Well, would a loser have banged

the Channel One weather girl
right where you're sitting?

I can't hear you, Bryce, but I'm
sure you said something snotty.

Anyway, a lot of people died

trying to get their
hands on this.

I still haven't figured out why.

Hey, rich people
collect weird shit.

I knew a guy once who only collected
famous people's nail clippings,

like going all the
way back to Napoleon.

Seriously.

Had a whole wall in his
house dedicated to it.

I shot him in front
of it, in fact.

Some might say I "nailed" it.

Up top, come on!

- Is he saying anything helpful?
- Uh-uh.

Okay, fine. Look, I know a
rare weapons dealer, okay?

Good buddy of mine. We
used to spend weekends

trying to build up a
tolerance to cyanide.

If anybody in New York can help
us figure this out, it's him.

Unless the cyanide killed him.

What's happenin', people?

You must be the friends
of Bryce who called.

How is that son of a bitch?

Dead.

Oh. Well, that
doesn't surprise me.

- What, why?
- He was a bit careless...

- What?
- ...and self-absorbed.

- What?
- And money hungry

- and kind of a dick.
- Eat my ass, Carl.

Pretty much just an
all-around sad, soulless man.

No one deserves this.

Anyway, let's check
out these swords.

Okay.

It's ancient, 1st
century, maybe older.

Yeah, way older.

It's a mythical
weapon of some sort.

I've only seen one
of these before.

You haven't wielded
this yet, have you?

No. I haven't taken it
out of its scabbard.

Don't. It'll fuck with
you in a major way.

Weapons like this
can possess you.

They have a soul.

You become one with all the
people who have used it before.

Also, if anyone else
carries a weapon like it,

they might be able to track you.

Oh, so worst possible
case scenario.

What about Monkey's sword?

We were told they were sisters?

Uh, stepsisters, maybe.

It's a facsimile, a fake.

I mean, it's a good
weapon, certainly.

All I'm saying, it's nowhere
near as old as this one.

Appraisals are $100 apiece.

Hold on, we're done?
That's all you've got?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
realize I was supposed

to do an entire goddamn
TED Talk for you.

I can make some calls about
it. You wanna leave it here?

- Um...
- Hard pass.

- Rock hard pass.
- Yeah, we'll take it with us.

Oh, hey, about Bryce,

he owes me 500 bucks for this
pair of nunchucks I lent him.

You know if he had a will?

Or a shoebox full of
blood money or something?

Anything?

Fuck!

You can put it on my tab, Carl.

But to be honest, I don't
miss working with him.

You really lived
like a loser, Bryce.

Pretty much just an
all-around sad, soulless man.

It's too late to fix the past.

Come on, asshole.
Get it together.

Ah, goddammit.

You never contacted
her, did you?

I went through all that goddamn
work to find your daughter,

and you couldn't even walk your
ass across the street and say hi.

And now you're dead.

You sure she really wants to
hear what you've got to say?

- I wouldn't.
- It's all too late now.

Freeze! Who are you?

- What are you doing here?
- Freeze?

- What are you, a cop?
- I'm not really sure anymore.

It's complicated.

Okay, while you
figuring that out,

who are you and why the hell are
you in my client's apartment?

Put your gun down!

Uh-uh, you put your gun down.

Gun down now!

My gun is bigger than your gun.

What? Size doesn't matter!

Oh, the size always
counts, baby!

The size always counts!

This is ridiculous.

- What, you know this asshole?
- You know this asshole?

What are these?
Dirty pictures?

Hey, stop that, will
ya? Put those down.

Let's just cut the shit.

I have a job for the monkey.

It's a high-value target.

Lots of money.

Small window of opportunity.

And get this, he's
a real dirt bag.

Just your type, furry.

Monkey isn't here
to kill for money.

You can't just
exploit him like that.

Okay, you know what? I'm done.

- Everyone, out of my apartment. Let's go.
- Exploit him?

Who do you think is
paying for all of this?

- Guys. Hey, guys.
- Leave it to a cop

to think that
everything is free.

- Enough!
- Whoa!

Okay. Jesus.

Sorry. Fine, do the hit.

Satisfy the man.

And I'll go visit Carl
and get some answers.

Oh, gee, thank you, officer,

for lettin' us do our job.

Here. I brought you a phone so I
don't have to come here no more.

Oh...

Well, this is the address.

Looks like our target's
in the penthouse.

Oh, my God, stop
being so sensitive.

You heard Eunice. The
target's a total douche bag.

They deserve to die.
Besides, you have to do it.

You don't wanna let her down on
the first gig she booked for ya.

Get out of here, you!

No monkeys allowed in here!

How'd it go? Yeah,
I know, I'm kidding.

Hey, if you just killed that
guy, we'd be taking the elevator

instead of having
to Tom Cruise it.

Spend the bullets,
save the time.

I keep trying to tell ya.

Huh, maybe I got the wrong
floor. Might've lost count.

And by the way, see this?

It's called minimalist,
like my apartment.

See, I have rich people's taste.

Penthouse taste.

Somebody's maid's
about to get fired.

Wait, is there
something in the oven?

Oh, shit.

Monkey! Do you see
it? I'm doing it!

I'm awesome!

I'm a superhero!

They should call me
Bryceler 3000 or Doctor...

Oh, crap! Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry, still trying to figure
these powers out, you know.

I know, it's weird. I mean,
why set us up on a hit?

They could've just gotten
us at the apartment

lounging on the couch next to...

Oh, my God. Haruka.

Hello?

Anyone here? I had
an appointment.

I was in yesterday.

Bryce's friend.

Oh, God!

Oh, shit.

Okay, hurry up.

We haven't missed Haruka's
appointment by much.

Hey, there she is!

Holy shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

- Let me in!
- Uh, uh, not today.

Asshole!

Take the shot! Do
it! Take the shot!

What?

It's bulletproof?

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Shit, shit, shit!

Holy smokes.

Oh...

Oh, wow, so we're doin' some
serious leveling up here, kids.

My sword tried to warn
me when the cat was near,

and I could feel its energy.

I was someone else.

Violent, powerful.

It was intoxicating.

I know. And terrifying.

Hmm?

That's, um, that's
her, my daughter.

Her name's Iris.

She's worked here for a year.

I never contacted her.

But I'd watch her from
here almost every night.

She's a horrible waitress.

This is as far as
I ever got, though.

I mean, what good would I have
been to her anyway, right?

No, it's better to keep
her away from my life.

♪ I have cried ♪

♪ Many tears ♪

♪ All those rivers
have brought me here ♪

We're gonna find out who
is responsible for this,

and we're gonna
massacre their ass.

I want a body and a voice.

Done.

What's this all gonna cost me?

Nothing. For now.

Well, I'm still a ghost.
All I know is that

I've literally gone through
hell to talk to you.

Monkey, I believe we're
on the same side here,

fighting the same war.

Hi.

- Huh?
- Hello, creepy child.

I'm your father. This
is your first dead body.

I wanna be there for you to hold
your hair back when you puke.

Monkey, are you alright?

No!

This family could
save the world.

We have the chance to be heroes.

Let's get violent!

Hey, Judas.

Are you not entertained?