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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been 18 years since my last confession.

I'm sorry...

Better late than never, my son.

The Lord shows patience to those who sinned.

Would you like to tell me

What is troubling you?

Well, you see, Father,

I've been an evil man for so long,

I'm scared my sins are too great to be forgiven.

Have faith in the Lord and...

his humble servant.

Please continue.

I was 14 years old

when I killed my first man.

It was a mistake.

But you know, Father...

It's a hard thing to stab a man

Shooting someone's completely different.

You don't feel any pain.

You just pull the trigger from a distance,

it's easy.

But when you stab a man,

Now, that's different.

You feel it.

You feel his pain.

You can hear the skin

pop as the blade rips through the muscle.

Just seems to make

the whole thing a lot more...

real.

And it's truly incredible.

How one moment can change your life

and there's no turning back.

I don't understand.

Why are you telling me this?

Do you believe in hell, Father?

Do you believe that all sinners

will burn in an eternal fire?

Yes.

Yes, I...

I believe in that.

Then tell me,

why did you do what you did?

Albert.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You know what this is, Father?

This is holy water.

Holy water to cleanse you of your sins.

Please!

Stop!

Please, have mercy,

have mercy.

Oh No!

You don't know what you're doing, please.

Please.

No, No!

I beg you!

I beg you!

I beg you, no!

No!...

I trust you have a horrible flight.

Actually, I did.

Wow, how do you end up living out here in this shithole, pal?

The fact is, my friend.

I'm tired.

And I don't understand the world out there anymore.

Here?

I have all I need.

Yeah, you know what?

Maybe you're right.

Come.

Let's talk inside.

Now, what is this bullshit

being your last job about?

Last one

and I'm done.

For the last ride.

For the last ride.

Let's get down to business.

Who's the target?

Give me a minute.

Let me tell you a story.

That will help you to understand the situation.

A wealthy older man in his 60s.

Retires in Thailand.

Falls in love with an attractive young lady.

The kind of love that an attractive young lady

has for an elderly wealthy man.

Money love.

Or real love, who knows?

Anyway, this gentleman.

Signs over his very expensive

condominium to his girlfriend.

And then the next day.

He step out onto the balcony.

Butt naked and...

Boom!

Dropped 15 stories to the ground.

The police file report.

Suicide.

No suicide letter?

Case closed.

Or someone threw him off.

Or someone threw him off.

The fact is...

He's just another "Lonely Jumper."

Lonely Jumper?

As they call them.

There's two types, actually.

Head-first.

And feet-first.

Usually, the feet-first jumper

also have their hands tied behind their back.

I'm guessing our guy is the last type?

Not according to the police.

As you can imagine.

This man has a family.

A daughter.

She doesn't buy the bullshit suicide story.

So, she comes to Thailand.

And find the girlfriend living in her dad's condominium.

With a new boyfriend.

Or a Pimp.

Or whatever you want to call it.

Classy guy.

He's not smalltime.

He's a Kingpin.

A dangerous man.

Drugs.

Human trafficking.

Illegal fighting, you name it.

What's his name?

Tar.

And the girlfriend is Nill.

She's also a part of the deal.

This should be everything you need.

Anything else...

My guy, Somsak, will give you support.

Some advice.

Do not underestimate Tar or his men.

This one's my favorite.

Penetrates the skull but doesn't come out.

Just...

spins around Inside and makes a mess.

No...

What're you doing?

No, no!

Get off me, get off me!

Fuck!

Jesus!

You have eight more fingers.

Nine.

No.

No.

Oh please no.

No, no.

No.

Give it to me man.

No!

Fuck!

Okay.

I'll sign it.

Okay.

Right here.

Good boy.

Bye, babe.

Hey, baby.

Where are you going?

I think maybe you can use a ride here?

No woah, don't go home.

You are too beautiful to be going home alone in the rain, okay?

Come home with me baby.

My boyfriend is not okay.

Your boyfriend?

We keep it secret, me and you.

Come on.

Come on, how much?

Pick a number.

A number?

Yeah.

For what?

You like me?

How much you like me?

Ten thousand baht.

Come one, let me take you out of the rain.

Come home with me.

Look.

My daughter.

Tomorrow is her...

her birthday.

What is this?

Why do you have photo of me?

Help!

Come get me.

Now!

You rest here now a little bit.

And then

we go.

Please tell me.

What happened?

The girl's gone.

It was a fucking giant.

What?

A giant?

The man you fight?

If girl go away.

We have big problem.

No, we don't.

Now...

Just give me a fucking minute to pass out.

Police?

Police cannot.

Police don't take girl.

They want me.

They come for me.

Bijan?

Where he go?

He doesn't pick up his phone.

He's dead.

Bijan is not an easy man to kill.

If this guy killed him.

We must guard up.

Let's go.

Pull over here.

Nill stay in the car

You two, come with me.

Go ask around.

Huh?

That man over there.

He not see anything.

He hear glass broke night time.

And police come to get a dead man.

He said that.

Ok

It's okay.

Everything is okay.

He saw something.

Ask him what he saw.

Yea, I think that's it.

It's pretty clear.

yeah.

I think we know him.

He is a fighter.

Not a tuk-tuk driver.

Are you sure?

We know where to find him.

Let's go.

Why don't we go to the girl's apartment?

They are not stupid.

They won't be there.

So why are we go to this place?

Why?

Because we need help.

That's why.

Help?

Yeah, that's right.

We need help.

Let me ask you, why is it you do this job you do?

Why?

Yeah, why?

That's what I'm asking.

I mean, why do you do this job?

I'm guessing it's for the money am I right?

Yes, sure, the money.

Take care of my family.

Yeah, family.

Necessities, I understand.

This guy.

He used to do what we do for the pleasure.

If you understand what I mean.

The man we meet?

That's right, my friend, precisely.

How can he help?

This man?

Well, if you're looking for anyone in this city.

This guy knows everybody.

Well, I'll be damned!

It's been a long time.

Well, you could say so.

Look at you!

Prodigal son returns home.

Yeah, I guess I have.

I assume it's not to enjoy

the many amenities of Thailand.

I need some assistance, Paul.

I knew it.

Who's this gentleman?

That's my driver.

He's okay, don't worry about him.

Well, if you want to talk.

It's better to go somewhere more private.

Follow me.

Nice.

Seems like you've done pretty well for yourself, Paul.

I can't complain.

Retired.

I run that little show, you know.

Just for fun.

Yeah!

I get it.

Seems like every heartless son of a bitch

is retiring in Thailand, right?

Watch out,

you'll be the next.

Yeah,

maybe.

Cheers to old friends.

And new ones.

We were in a job, Paul.

Officially, it's my last job.

But I need you to help me find someone.

This guy right here.

You know him?

I need to find him.

And I mean.

I really need to find him.

That's a face I've seen before.

You want to know the real reason

I run that circus upstairs?

The reason is...

I admire those fighters.

I love them.

Violence...

is a fundamental part of the individual.

If we look at nature.

Chimps, for example.

Violence in the sense of killing is

very much associated with the group.

And the reason is.

The individual doesn't benefit

by getting into a fight

in which they risk being hurt themselves.

It's only when they have overwhelming power.

That the temptation to try to kill another

individual arises sufficiently

for them to be able to do it.

The number of chimpanzee males

that attack a single male is eight to one.

Eight to one.

Now you take your average man he's...

walking down the street

hand in hand with his pretty girlfriend.

And they walk by some bad guys.

And the bad guys...

compliment his girl's ass.

Now your average man

would prefer to let it go.

He will lie to himself.

In order to justify his fear of

taking action under the circumstance

of good social behavior.

But now you take that very same guy.

And you put him in a riot against the police.

And he can't help but kick and smash and punch

everything around him.

Now that he's not alone anymore,

all social prevention is gone.

And he becomes dangerous.

What, have you become the fucking philosopher now Paul?

What I'm trying to say is.

There are three types of man.

Ordinary man,

fearful.

Brave man,

fighter.

And lastly the third type of man.

A man so determined

to transcend human nature.

He embraces violence.

A man like you.

Or me if you prefer.

Now, I don't know what you want from this guy.

But I can guess.

Since we're friends,

I'll help you.

Come back tomorrow,

I'll see what kind of information I can gather.

Nice to see you, Paul.

Your friend, he crazy.

I don't understand what he's saying.

He was a lot worse than crazy, pal.

You see, he's what we call a sociopath.

Right now we need him as a friend.

Did you see his reaction

when he took a look at that photograph?

He knew exactly who he was.

You trust him?

I don't trust anybody.

It's time to die.

We can check this.

Let's call the last number.

Hey, what's wrong?

Ah.

You know me?

You look for me?

Yeah.

Look what I do to your friend.

Yeah.

Don't worry, I'm coming for you too.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm coming.

Bang!

Bang!

Look!

He wake up now.

We're almost there.

Hey, Loreno...

It's me.

Open, please open.

I'm here alone.

What happened?

I don't feel good.

Please help.

Look at my hand.

Please help.

Let me see it.

There you go, pressure.

They go to my place.

And kill my grandmother.

And wait for me.

I fight so much,

but so many fucking Russian guys.

They do this.

You lost a lot of blood, my friend.

How'd you get away?

They think I almost died.

And throw me in the river.

No, they don't make mistakes.

We got to go.

They're probably already here.

No, I don't.

I'm so tired.

Listen, you get up and we go right now

or we both die...

you understand?

Okay.

Let's move.

Okay.

We got fucking lucky, pal.

We got lucky, okay?

You try not to fucking die on me.

You can die later.

Hey!

you can die later.

How bad is it?

Bad.

Call the doctor, tell him it's urgent.

It's late, he sleep!

I don't give a shit if he's asleep. Wake him up.

Put him down.

Put him down.

Just breathe.

Fuck.

He's alive

and I'm not sure for how much longer.

Looks like your guy found you first.

Yeah.

But he's a dead man walking.

About that, I've got some good news for you.

The doctor is on the way.

So you know where he is?

No, I don't know where he is.

But I know something better.

I know where he will be.

And?

And...

Why don't you just drop it this time?

I've been there too.

Sometimes you cannot win.

It would help a lot

You could let it go.

It's only a job.

Nothing personal.

Your man is fucked up in there.

And you're left alone

to face that other guy and his friends.

Well.

I can tell you I'm done after this, Paul.

I'm officially done.

But this is going to be my grand finale.

I knew I couldn't talk you out of it.

Well,

there's a fight night coming soon.

Big money.

Your man placed a big bet.

He'll be there to enjoy the show

and check on his investment.

I guess I'm gonna be there too?

He's lost a lot of blood.

This man is dying.

You have to get him to the hospital.

You sure?

Yes,

I'm sure, sir.

I mean, look at him.

He's going into cardiac arrest.

You got it!

Call the ambulance now!

Or you're gonna lose him!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! you can...

Okay.

You don't need to do anything now.

He's gone.

He died badly.

Yeah, he did.

What are you gonna do?

Whiskey?

Coffee, please.

I have forgotten the stink of this city.

I promised myself

never to set foot in this place.

And yet here I am.

I must blame you for that.

You're slipping.

You have the right to blame me.

Obviously,

I cannot blame the poor boy.

His mama entrusted me with him.

And I feel responsible.

You telling me getting old has made you sentimental all of a sudden.

Any excuse is good for vendetta.

Now I recognize you.

So.

Soon we'll get to see your old friend.

I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.

Happy to see me?

I also don't relish the idea of seeing.

But if this is what you want.

We would do it your way.

It's necessary.

It's been many years

since the last time we worked together.

We were on an assignment in Cambod

We snuck inside this house.

A beautiful villa.

And our targets?

A married couple, are serenely watching TV

on the sofa with their child.

The little boy first saw us.

I still remember

how he looked at me and my gun.

He didn't flinch.

Like he didn't know fear.

But the parents were less brave.

The mother began to beg and cry.

And the father pissed his pants.

Paul then lined them up and asked

how much they loved their child.

And then he forced the boy to tell him

who he loved more.

Mommy or Daddy?

And to choose one of them.

The boy resisted as long as he could.

In the end,

he choose Mother.

Paul shot her first.

Her brain ended up on the curtains.

Then he killed the father.

The boy was so scared.

He couldn't stand to look at Paul

So he kept...

staring at me, begging for help.

I couldn't stand to look at him anymore.

So I put a bullet between his eyes.

You know the rest of the story.

Yeah

I know who he was.

And I know who he is.

That doesn't matter.

Because this isn't a job anymore.

It's turned into a war.

And he's our ally

for the moment.

When people sense death coming, they have a last burst.

Is that why you're here?

You fucker.

I'm surprised you are still alive.

The devil always looks after his own.

Wow.

Have a look at you two together again, yeah?

Got confirmation?

I do.

He'll be there.

Fight's set.

I'll Have my guy pick you up.

Tell us a little more about the location, Paul.

Location is called the Ditch.

It's been there for decades.

Started during the Vietnam War.

Unlike anything you've ever seen before.

How is the security there?

Just a couple of guys.

You know, to make sure nobody's causing trouble.

Tar will have his guys with him.

It won't be a problem.

Will they check us at the entrance

No, they won't.

I just have one request for you.

Wait till the fight's finished

before you make your move.

I placed a very large bet myself.

I want to see how it goes.

What have you done with the boy?

The boy?

What time is it?

Don't worry, we got time.

I've never been late in my life.

Death doesn't wait for anybody.

Paul's guys coming soon.

I'm ready.

You religious?

Nope.

That's another thing I've never been.

My father was.

And now you are?

This point of my life?

I prefer to believe that

there's something better afterwards, you know

Something a bit better than this shit.

Yeah, well...

There's not.

There's nothing.

Just blackness.

And if there was something it pains me to say that

you would not be welcome in that paradise, my friend.

Well,

maybe I can do better next time then.

I don't know much about salvation.

I don't know much about the afterlife.

But there was a passage in the Bible that

when I was a child.

It's a story about this guy.

Jacob...

I think.

His name...

I can't remember.

That doesn't matter.

This guy, he's walking through the middle of the desert one night, right?

He bumps into God.

God made him so flesh and bone

just for the occasion.

So these guys, they fight.

They fight all night long.

They fight until the sun comes up.

And God

in the morning, instead of punishing him.

Turns him into a king.

So?

Means God favors the strong.

And you're still strong, my friend.

Well, we'll see about it.

It's a beautiful night to make money.

Always good you make money.

Tonight, big fight, big bet.

After, we make party at club.

You come?

I thank you for the invite,

but I'm getting too old for this shit.

I'm exhausted.

I hear my bed calling.

I'll see you later.

Up to you.

Hey, bro.

Hey, where are you go?!

Fuck you!

Come on!

How many of you motherfuckers

want to die tonight?!

You're fucked.

Fight finished 2 hours ago.

Paul...

Hey, get it together.

Let's go.

I'm gonna get you to a hospital.

No, you're not.

Just promise me.

You're going to kill that motherfucker.

I'm gonna kill him.

It's done, they're gone.

Huh?!

It's done!

Good, very good!

I gotta go.

Stay, enjoy the party!

You.

Yeah.

it's me.

Weren't expecting

on seeing me again, were you? Paul.

Sit down.

The hunter became the hunted.

They underestimated you.

Yeah.

So did you.

Go ahead.

I'm not afraid to die.

Actually, you know what?

I think you want to live

now more than ever before.

But

I'm going to finish what I started.

So you're going to take me to see this guy

and I'm going to kill him.

Then I'm going to kill his woman.

And only then...

Only then,

I'm gonna kill you.

Is the old dog still alive?

I'll see him in hell.

Get up, Paul.

Okay.

Let's end this thing.

What does that mean?

You're some kind of "Soldato" or something?

Man, you Italians are fucking weird.

When you get it, you deserve it.

When you deserve it,

then you don't want it anymore.

You remind me of myself when I was young.

Nothing would have stopped me.

You and I are nothing alike.

Let me tell you something.

It doesn't matter if you get the job done.

Doesn't matter why you do it.

Doesn't matter if you win or loose.

Guys like us never find peace,

no matter how hard you're looking for it.

I knew someone who found it once.

At least for a little while.

Yes, where is he?

Just fucking drive, Paul.

We're here.

Now.

And we're here.

End of the road, Paul.

Give me the keys, don't try anything.

You son of a fuck.

You motherfucker.

Where is he?

Where is who?

I'm guessing

there're about 10-15 people in this room.

I got 19 bullets in this gun.

I got two full mags in my jacket.

and I could turn this little part

into a fucking nightmare.

A hecatomb

is what we would call it back home.

So, I'm going to ask you motherfuckers

one more time.

In a way that you understand me.

Where is fucking Tar?

He go upstair, boom boom ladies.

We've been waiting for you.

It is not easy to climb up here.

I know it well.

But hey,

you made it.

Please, let's go inside and talk.

After you,

right this way.

I wanted to thank you

for what you have done.

I, I...

I mean...

to have avenged my father.

And...

I'm very sorry...

for what happened to Cetan.

So... I am...

bringing you the final payment.

And I have doubled the amount.

What does it mean to you?

All this money, what does it mean to you?

I don't understand.

It's your money.

You're a very brave woman

coming out here to see me alone.

But, you should be afraid of men like me.

But I had to come.

I mean...

that was the agreement with Cetan.

Look.

I pray to God every day

to help me get...

justice.

And finally, he listened to me.

God?

Yes.

He listens to you?

Yes.

Sometimes I wonder, if God's up there,

why doesn't he stop me?

Why doesn't he stop me

doing the things I do?

Why doesn't he reach down through the cloud

with his Godlike hand and stop...

All the bullets?

Why?

And because he does not.

Isn't he partly to blame?

Isn't he partly guilty?

And you?

God recognizes evil.

Oh, he does?

Yes.

Okay, then.

Let's see if God exists.

I'll give God 60 seconds to strike me dead.

Or...

I'm going to put a bullet in your heart.