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[bright orchestral music playing]

[music crescendos]

[music ends]

[clattering]

[airplane engines humming]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

[tires squealing]

[men shouting indistinctly]

[groaning]

[shouting in Spanish]

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[doors clanking open]

[water running]

[muffled splashing]

[breathing heavily]

[muffled splashing]

[muffled screaming]

[muffled screaming]

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[woman screaming]

[man shouting]

[speaking Spanish]

[alarm blaring]

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[alarm continues blaring]

[crying]

[alarm continues blaring]

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[birds squawking]

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[engine humming]

[insects buzzing and trilling]

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[Schubert's "Trio in E-Flat, Op. 100" playing]

[mechanical humming]

MAN: What I do requires a certain mindset.

I do assignments.

Designated targets.

Some jobs need to look like accidents.

Others must cast suspicion on someone else.

A select few need to send a clear message.

Pulling a trigger is easy.

The best jobs are the ones

nobody even knows you were there.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Le Gefera paid me a visit last night.

Left me a big old bottle of scotch.

He even sprung for the good stuff.

See you, Henry.

♪ ♪

Ugh.

Why the fuck do I let you drag me out to this shit hole?

You're a snob, Harry.

1,100 people come through here every day.

Hard to remember two fellows passing through.

Thank you.

Of course, people might remember them.

[chuckles]

Well, then, that kind of defeats your purpose,

doesn't it, 'cause I don't go anywhere without them... nowhere.

Try to get them suits that fit.

They look like cartoons.

Everything went okay?

It got done.

[sighs] There's no one better than you, you know.

That's why they give you those jobs

that could get a little hairy... because,

if they were to get hairy, then you would take care of it,

and that's all they care about:

services rendered, no loose ends,

fait accompli.

You're a goddamn machine.

You see things,

you view people differently than I do.

Differently than anybody does.

But you got a problem, Arthur.

You need companionship.

I have you, Harry.

Oh, then, you're in deeper shit than I thought.

So how's Steven?

Did I tell you that I got him a job at a private security firm?

They kicked him out last month.

Beat some guy half to death.

[sighs]

Goddamn disappointment.

Always has been, always will be.

Call him.

Me, call him? For what?

Eh, he probably needs to hear from you.

Yeah.

Let's go. I'll get your money.

♪ ♪

[lively jazz tune plays]

♪ Never treat me very good ♪

♪ Nice and friendly, like you could ♪

♪ Why don't you tell me why I should ♪

♪ Hang around with you? ♪

♪ I'm so lonesome in my bed ♪

♪ Gloom and sadness fill my head ♪

♪ Thinking I'd be better dead ♪

♪ Than hang around with you ♪

♪ I don't want a man... ♪

Come on. Dance with me.

Oh, please.

♪ Or have them other girls call you baby on the telephone ♪

♪ Why don't you love me anymore ♪

♪ Or send me roses to my door? ♪

♪ Instead, I'm crying on the floor ♪

♪ Just thinking about you ♪

♪ Hey now... ♪

["Do It Again" by Galactic playing]

♪ ♪

[TV playing indistinctly]

You hungry?

Sure.

I got to go.

Okay.

♪ ♪

You ever gonna tell me your name?

Arthur.

[laughs]

Nice try, but you're not Arthur.

No, more like a David.

Or Brad.

Hmm.

Yeah. See you, Brad.

[people chattering outside]

MAN:Whoo!

MAN 2:Yeah.

♪ ♪

[mouse clicks]

♪ ♪

WOMAN [over phone]: Global Engineering.

Calling about the ad.

There must be a mistake.

One moment, please.

The advertisement was proofed.

The information is accurate.

I want a meeting.

We'll get back to you.

[phone beeps]

[tires screech]

WOMAN: Mr. Bishop, Mr. Dean has agreed to a meeting.

A private jet will pick you up in one hour,

and deliver you to a neutral site of his choosing.

You'll be allowed 15 minutes.

The jet will then return you.

DEAN: When we tell you to be home

at 10:00, we mean 10:00, not 11:30.

I don't care, baby.

You scared your mother to death.

You're grounded for two weeks.

Just one second.

Well...

that's not my problem.

All right, look, ten days

and you volunteer two Saturdays at the shelter.

Eight days and three Saturdays.

Nice ring.

Done...

How do I get one of those?

You can't.

Unless you're a world champion.

DEAN: Just tell him to come out and fix it, honey.

All right, let's go.

I've just been out-negotiated by a 16-year-old.

Let's take a walk.

[talking quietly]

Six months ago, we were commissioned to undertake

the largest contract we've ever attempted.

The target was far more high profile

than we're normally comfortable with.

But the job was just too rich to pass up.

Target was South African?

The target fled to South Africa;

that's where we made our move, in Cape Town.

Took six months to set up.

I assigned a team of five operatives

to work in concert on the mission.

All five were killed.

Someone knew everything.

You probably knew some of the men on that team.

I knew this one.

Sebastian.

You know how this company works, Mr. Bishop.

Only two partners know the details of any given job.

Two people knew the details here:

me and Harry McKenna.

Harry sold us out.

We pulled his financials.

Take a look at recent offshore deposits.

There's one there made two weeks ago

for 20 million U.S. dollars.

He's gotten old,

he's gotten weak.

He's loaded with debts:

his divorce, his costly, troubled son.

They made him vulnerable.

And for the past 13 years,

I have been fiercely loyal to him.

There's no one I respected more.

But Harry McKenna has poisoned the well.

He needs to be removed, immediately.

Let me talk to him.

Look, I appreciate your connection with Harry,

but there's no turning back here.

He has crossed his Rubicon.

Every day that he's alive puts this company in danger.

Now, we would all prefer that you handle this.

Given your relationship, you're in the best position

to get this done quickly and discreetly.

And to be honest with you,

I hate the idea of Harry suffering unnecessarily.

We don't want to go to an outside source.

But we will if we have to.

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me a sec.

[phone clicks, beeps]

Jess, negotiations are closed.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm in a meeting.

Okay, hang on a sec.

48 hours, or we'll proceed without you.

Hey, squirt, you ever hear the expression

"Quit while you're ahead"?

HARRY: Yeah, I mean,

Roosevelt, to be truthful,

is my hero.

[chuckles]

I mean, the way he dealt with this damn chair.

Dresner, pull your trousers up, will you?

Please?

Pull your trousers up.

You know, the suits don't really fit you guys very well.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

HARRY: Yeah?

Get out of the building, Harry.

Arthur?

They're coming for you tonight.

Who? Who's coming?

Dean.

Take whatever you can use against them and get out.

Oh, Jesus.

Do you have a pair of scissors?

Yeah.

Go to the elevator lobby.

On my way.

[alarm beeping]

Looks like we got a power outage on the 18th floor.

ARTHUR: You have 15 seconds to get to

the service elevator before the emergency power comes on.

There's a keypad.

Punch in the building number.

I thought we cut the power off.

Service elevators have to work

on a separate power source.

-[elevator bell dings] -I'm in.

Press the basement floor.

The elevator will take 18 seconds to get there.

The level is empty and unused. Take the ramp.

It connects to the building next door.

It leads to an underground parking lot.

Shit.

The security cameras haven't been fitted

in this building yet, so they'll be blind.

[grunts]

Okay, you should be entering the parking lot now.

♪ ♪

My van's here.

I left it there.

Shit.

[chuckles]

You got me to circumvent my own security, huh?

Nobody sees me leave.

So what's this?

Cape Town, right?

Yeah.

Right.

So what's the story here?

Carjacking?

Police will find my van somewhere

in some shit hole section of the city,

stripped and up on blocks?

Something like that.

Well, a slight

editorial revision.

You don't mind, do you?

"Amat Victoria Curam."

Yeah, I get off a couple of shots,

there's a struggle, they get my gun,

c'est la vie.

At least I don't go down looking like a pussy.

I've had that for 33 years.

Gift from Admiral Beasley, Sixth Fleet.

That's the first time I ever fired it.

Why didn't you kill me?

Ah...

they'd just send somebody else.

I would rather it was you, Arthur.

I have to live with it.

[casing clinks on ground]

♪ ♪

[bluesy music playing]

♪ ♪

Arthur fucking Bishop.

Sorry for your loss.

More of a loss for you than me, buddy.

It's a long time.

[man singing in foreign language]

[knocking]

Hey, would you give me a ride to my father's house?

Your father talked about you a lot.

Talked about spending time with you, maybe making up.

Give it a rest, would you?

Yeah, well, he was always bringing you up.

He had regrets, Steven.

Yeah, he could've picked up the phone anytime.

[engine stops]

I want to show you something.

I loved this place as a kid.

It's pretty impressive, huh?

Every one of them.

"Serve your country."

I guess I could still enlist.

You know, make him proud.

I'm fucking with you.

I don't know if you have a picture of him, but I thought maybe you'd, you know...

want one.

[pouring]

[stopper clinks]

Looks like you're not planning on sticking around.

For what?

He didn't leave a will.

Accounts are empty, bank's gonna take the house.

By the time the lawyers, city, and state

get through with the rest, not gonna be

a fucking thing left.

Where you headed?

The next place.

Need some money?

No, thanks.

I got a guy coming to the house;

he's gonna look at the car.

I figure that'll probably get me through,

onto the next spot.

ARTHUR: What about the guns?

I was thinking about

going out and killing myself

a couple carjackers tonight.

Just any old run-of-the-mill carjacker?

Yeah, well, you never know;

I might get lucky, find the guys that killed my dad.

Gonna make you feel better?

[laughs]

Fuck if I know.

I'll find out.

[sniffles]

Sleep it off, Steve.

Hey, Bishop.

What kind of person

shoots someone in a wheelchair, anyway?

♪ ♪

♪ Why some people can't be happy till they die... ♪

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

♪ Don't you know, something's kind of funky ♪

♪ And I want to know why ♪

♪ Why? ♪

♪ Why? ♪

[glass shattering]

[dog barking in distance]

[man and woman shouting in distance]

Yo.

[knocking]

Hey. Hey, you... you need some help?

No. I think I... I got it.

Mmm, mmm.

Supposed to meet a friend,

and I might have gotten the address wrong.

Mmm. Yeah. Maybe, m-maybe.

Or maybe, uh, the address got me wrong.

[chuckling]

Nice car, man. Nice car.

Thanks.

Can I have it?

What?

I'm relieving you of your automobile, motherfucker.

Out of the car.

-Seriously? -Seriously.

Jesus fuckin' Chr...

Okay. Okay.

[grunting]

[slams door]

Carjacker.

Did you shoot him with this?

[whimpers]

-Fuck. -Is this the gun you used?

-Fuck. -No?

[groans]

[coughing]

[grunting and groaning]

[coughing]

[gun clattering on ground]

[inhales deeply]

[grunts]

[groaning weakly]

ARTHUR: Hey. Bad move.

[grunting]

Didn't properly think this through, did you, Steven?

This may not seem like it,

but tonight's your lucky night... Raymond.

Come on.

Anybody asks, you fell down.

Don't make us come looking for you.

Get out of here.

[coughs]

Stupid to kill someone when you have a motive.

Might as well paint a bull's-eye on your back.

I don't give a shit.

I'm aware.

[shuts car door]Get out of here.

[engine starting]

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

I was thinking about what you were saying

the other night, and, uh...

I want to know what you know.

Go online.

It's all on the Internet.

But I don't want to read it.

I want to do it.

Do what, exactly?

Bishop, don't bullshit me.

I know about you.

And him.

He was your mentor.

He chose you over me.

You owe him.

And now that he's gone, he's left me with fucking nothing.

You owe me now.

Go home, Steve.

[engine starting]

♪ ♪

[birds squawking]

HENRY: Still for sale.

You know you want it.

No other lifetime but this one.

Want some advice?

Follow what this tells you.

It's trying to tell you something.

It's telling you you're homesick

for a place you never been.

[insects buzzing and trilling]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

ARTHUR [over phone]: 8600 Alvarado Street.

7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

[indistinct chatter]

What is this place?

It's an animal shelter.

Yeah, I know what it is. Why are we here?

Look for a dog like this.

Under a year, if possible.

Would have taken you more for a cat person.

[dogs barking]

[whimpering]

You know what a mechanic is outside its obvious definition?

STEVE: A guy who fixes things, problems.

Does contracts.

A hit man.

I do assignments.

Designated targets.

I could do that.

I've seen some shit.

No, you haven't.

You know shit about me, Bishop.

Steven Jackson McKenna, born in Baltimore, Maryland.

Your mother died when you was 12...

a mixture of pain meds and vodka.

You attended three different high schools:

Grant, Deer Park and Monroe.

Lettered in four sports.

Got a scholarship from Miami

that was rescinded upon a conviction of possession

with intent to distribute.

Had four misdemeanors

for aggravated assault and unlawful threats

against two different girlfriends.

Broke your kneecap in a street fight.

Didn't want to tell anyone, so you let it heal on its own.

Now, when it rains, you walk with a limp.

Can show you the X rays, if you like.

Our friend here would like to adopt this little fellow.

[chain clinking]

Hi, boy.

[yips]

What I do requires a certain mindset.

Revenge is an emotion that can get you killed,

so no more stupid stunts like the other night.

Walk it, feed it, make it your best friend.

Tomorrow, 11:00, Fischer Square.

[blues rock song playing]

♪ ♪

ARTHUR: Take the dog to the coffee shop on Riverdale.

Order a coffee, black.

Sit at a table by the window

and do the sudoku puzzle in the paper.

Play nice with the dog.

For how long?

One hour.

Every day for the next three weeks.

[alarm blaring]

[alarm stops]

[clunking]

[gunfire]

[squishing]

[barks]

This is yours. This is yours. This is yours!

[guns blasting]

♪ ♪

Practice on this.

Insurance companies know everything about how people die.

They even have books with actuaries.

Lists of every cause of death imaginable.

Why don't you just shoot them and fuck all this?

Good judgment comes from experience,

and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Bed's under the boxes.

Help yourself.

♪ ♪

[song ends]

[socket wrench clicking]

[insects buzzing and trilling]

How long you been working on it?

Two years.

It's nice.

When are we going to go for a ride?

We? Never.

Time to take your training to the next level.

[dogs barking]

[indistinct arguing in distance]

[knocking]

Who's that?

He's good.

I only checked you out.

I could come back.

I'd rather not stand out here.

[lock clicking]

[snorts]

I got to tell you, man, I'm a little skittish right now.

Not sure if this is a good time for me to be doing anything.

There's a lot of shit in the wind, you know.

I brought the list and the money.

If now's not a good time...

Let me see the list.

All this by when?

Soon as possible.

All right.

Take me a day to make it happen.

Let me have the money.

[strained groaning]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[women moaning]

Autoerotic asphyxiation?

Yep.

Just thought you should see one up close.

[women's moaning continues]

♪ ♪

Don't ever touch this.

[tonearm clicks]

[Schubert's "Trio in E-Flat, Op. 100" playing]

Follow me.

[mechanical humming]

STEVE: Who was he?

A job... nothing more, nothing less.

Makes you feel better,

he was an illegal arms dealer.

Sold weapons to anyone...

cop killers, gangbangers, terrorists.

He didn't discriminate.

That's the file.

The guy from the coffee shop?

All yours.

You wouldn't know by looking at him,

but he's a mechanic for another group.

His only routine is

coffee every morning from 9:00 to 10:00.

Doesn't go anyplace twice except here.

He's insulated and protected.

No way in without him seeing us coming,

except he has two weaknesses: Chihuahuas...

-Mind if I sit down? -Please.

...and boys... young boys.

-Coffee, black. -Thank you.

No doubt he's checked you out over the past six weeks

and found no connection to you in this world.

All he sees is a good-looking kid who's kind of lost.

You want to hold him?

Yeah.

-He likes that. -Come here, baby, yeah.

If he's interested, the first thing he'll do is ask you...

So you live around here, Steve?

Your answer should be...

I'm, uh, I'm bouncing around.

...which means you're broke and open to suggestions.

With my buddy.Yeah.

Then ask you if...

You, uh, want to get a drink one evening?

Your answer should be...Yeah.

Great.

That's great, isn't it?

Flunitrazepam.

Roofie.

You want me to kill him, not rape him, right?

Two to three drops, he's woozy.

Over six, his heart stops

and he's brain-dead in under three minutes.

Do it in the bar, make it clean.

[hip-hop playing]

These fancy places, they always water down the drinks,

so I think that's why these are going down so fast.

[chuckling]

They don't water down wine, that's for sure.

That's really good.

You want another one?

Yeah.Jameson's, right?

Jameson's, double, please.

Right.

ARTHUR: Don't mess around with this guy.

Do it in the bar, make it clean.

STEVE: I want to know what you know.

I want to do it.

[both chuckle]

What?

What's funny?

Nothing, nothing's funny.

I'm just... I think I've had too many.

No, come on...

No, I think I'm gonna, I'm gonna finish this one,

I'm gonna finish this one and then I'm gonna...

I really should go to bed,

but it was very... it was fun.

Steve.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, how are you?

I'm good, man.

Hey, can I give you a ride someplace?

Car's right here.

Come on, get in, I want to show you something.

Yeah?

ARTHUR: He's six-foot- seven, 300 pounds, and lethal.

Do not take this guy on, and whatever you do,

don't ever get into his car.[engine starts]

What do you think?

It's beautiful.

Let me get you a drink.

You paint?

Yeah, it's more of a hobby, really.

Pretty serious hobby.

Cheers.

That's the sitting area, the fireplace.

Chillaxing room.

[chuckles] This is the place I'm most proud of, right here.

Who's this guy?

That is 14th-century Buddha.

And that was a bitch to get into this country.

It's nice to have friends.

You know, good friends that make a difference.

You got good friends?

I mean, really good friends.

You're shaking like a leaf.

Sit down.

♪ ♪

All right, all right.

Okay, let me get it.

Slow down, cowboy.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[yells]

[groans]

[coughs]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[panting]

♪ ♪

I told you to make it clean.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

["Shake" by North Mississippi Allstars continues]

♪ The barnyard pimp ♪

♪ Crazy about that thing ♪

♪ Lord, she shake it ♪

♪ Like she cut the pigeon wing ♪

See you later.

♪ Cut the pigeon wing, Lord ♪

♪ Cut the pigeon wing ♪

♪ Cut the pigeon wing, Lord ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

♪ Shake what your mama gave you ♪

Is it work or pleasure?

I wish someone would hurt me like that.

[hip-hop playing]

-[moaning] -[glass bottle shatters]

♪ ♪

♪ Went down to the crossroads ♪

♪ But all I found was a tree and a dusty road ♪

♪ I was looking for the devil, I put down my shovel ♪

♪ I started thinking on a higher level ♪

♪ He appeared as the county sheriff ♪

♪ With his good ol' boys, hellhounds in the back... ♪

[music fades]

Hey.

Thanks.

I'm gonna call him Arthur.

[chuckles]

[dog whimpers]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[speed dials]

[line ringing]

Yeah?

DEAN: You used an outside

individual to complete your assignment.

That's a violation of our arrangement.

My arrangement was with Harry.

You and I don't have one.

Just the price.

?I would think someone trained by me would be valuable to you.

Harry McKenna's son?

Does he know you killed his father?

This job needs to be done immediately.

The client's willing to pay a premium for it.

I don't think so.

It's too quick.

Your behavior is making me

and the others extremely uneasy.

You're on a short leash with this one.

The file is a priority.

I'll look it over.

[door creaks]

MAN: I am one with God.

God touches me, and I touch his people.

Andrew Vaughn, 45 years old, calls himself

the new messiah.

WOMAN: So, Reverend Vaughn...

Just Vaughn.

I'm not a reverend.

I'm not endorsed by any of the world religions.

I am above them.

I am Vaughn.

He has made millions of dollars

through his churches, his ministries,

his television programs.

Basically, he is running a cult.

Adrenaline shot to the heart, 12 cc's,

and he's dead in under three minutes.

Adrenaline's unreliable.

One in four survive cardiac arrest.

But when the EMTs arrive,

first thing they do is jam you with a shot of epinephrine.

Which is toxic when combined with...

Adrenaline.

So, on the off chance

our adrenaline shot doesn't kill him...

The EMTs will.

STEVE: He left a Bible study group

with a young devotee one night.

They didn't find her body until two weeks later.

The autopsy said she had an abortion

and was telling her friends it was his.

Cost him $22 million to hush it up.

Okay, let's get this over with.

Bless you. Next.

Why don't you come sit right here?

You're new here, aren't you? How long have you been here?

Two weeks now.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Eighteen.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[quiet beep]

[quiet beep]

You could've found us someone more attractive to spy on.

He's still eating.

Soup, salad, sandwich, double chocolate cake.

Bishop, I'm hungry.

The guy at the deli...

he had Band-Aids on all of his fingers.

You find a Band-Aid in your sandwich, it wasn't mine.

[snoring]

♪ ♪

[saw whirring]

♪ ♪

We're all clear.

♪ ♪

How you feel, boss?

How do you think I feel? Where's Frank?

I don't know; I sent for him. He should be here any minute.

[knocking]Speak of the devil.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Give me something special today.

I feel like celebrating.

I have the spirits' work to do.

The spirits are gonna work in your favor.

Hmm.

STEVE: The guy's a junkie.

He's giving him ketamine.

So?

Ketamine counteracts adrenaline.

This won't work now.

[moaning weakly]

VAUGHN [over speakers]: I have been tapped

on the shoulder by God.

What do you want to do?

I did not ask for this...[phone ringing]

but my shoulder was touched by the sword of the King.

[moaning weakly]

And he told me

to rise up...[phone continues ringing]

We got to pack it in.

Wait, wait.

If he comes back in here...

Leave your gloves on.

[Vaughn speaking indistinctly over speakers]

Yes, hello?

Yes, yes, it is.

Hey.Let's go.

Put it down his throat.

Down his throat.

He has to choke.

[gagging]

If they think that I'm going to pay full price

for a four-bedroom in this market, they're crazy.

[gagging]

How can I change the world?

How can I be a better man

for my parishioners, for my flock?

Let's go.

Sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I...

...have the strength, the courage.

I look at myself in the mirror and think...

Christ.

Ralph, get in here!

:What is it? What is it?

RALPH: Is he dead?

FRANK: Yes, he's dead.

Stupid motherfucker. I knew this was gonna happen.

Get all this shit rounded up

and get it the fuck out of here as fast as you can.

[creaking]

Try and pick him up.

[quiet clank]

[quiet clattering]Fuck.

[rattling]

RALPH: Go check it out.

♪ ♪

Take it off the wall.

[mirror creaks]

[gunshot]

They're in the wall!

Follow them!

Cover the exits and give me two guys on the roof now!

[grunting]

[bullets ricocheting]

There he is!

[automatic gunfire]

[grunting]

[panting]

[yells]

[grunts]

Go on back!

[grunting]

[screams]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[gunshots]

[both groan]

[gunshots continue]

[indistinct chatter, alarm ringing]

MAN: Stay calm and exit through the main door.

They're looking for two men.

Get a connecting flight out of Midway.

I'll fly out of O'Hare.

I'll meet you at the house tomorrow.

MAN: Right this way, let's go.

This way, folks.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

REPORTER: Andrew Vaughn,

the controversial and polarizing religious figure,

has been pronounced dead.

Police are still investigating the shooting

that occurred shortly thereafter.

The perpetrators have not been found.

WOMAN [over P.A.]: Attention, all passengers.

Please keep all of your belongings

with you at all times.

Do not leave bags unattended.

Unattended bags will be confiscated.

DEAN: All five were killed.

All five were killed.

You probably knew some of the men on that team.

Attention in the terminal,

attention in the terminal.

Paging one wheelchair to gate 11.

MAN: Taxi.Terminal "D."

Next bus, down the street... leaves in 15 minutes.

Thanks.

MAN: Right here.

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[indistinct chatter]

[airplane passing]

When does this leave?

In 15 minutes.

Doesn't give us much time, then.

What do you want?

I want to know what you're doing alive.

Last time I saw you, you had a bullet in your head.

What really happened in Cape Town?

Where's the rest of your team?

They're dead.

Who paid you? Was it Harry or Dean?

Dean paid me a very large amount of money to kill the others.

Told me to fake my death, disappear.

You know what else he told me?

That Harry was getting suspicious

about a blown operation,

was about to blow the whistle...

and had to be taken care of.

They knew just the man for the job,

someone who could get to him.

It's not the fact that you killed him, is it?

It's that they played you so easily...

that's what bothers you.

Am I right?

[both grunting]

[grunting continues]

[choking]

[straining]

[yells]

[groans]

[both grunting]

[bones crunch, Sebastian screams]

[grunts]

[Sebastian grunts]

[tires screech]

[airplane passing]

[screaming and indistinct shouting]

[gulls squawking]

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[creaking]

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[tires screeching]

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[groaning]

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[phone line ringing]

Well?

Not so good for your side.

Those were my two best teams.

I guess I'll have to send more.

Save the fuel.

I'm coming for you.

[phone line rings]

STEVE: When are you going to be home?

I'm really hungry.

Where are you?

I'm in the living room.

Sit down on the couch.

Okay.

ARTHUR: I'm guessing you're not alone.

There's a gun down the left side cushion.

It's loaded, and the safety's off.

But I'm not a lefty.

Then you're going to die.

All right, I'll see you when you get here.

[gunshots]

[grunting]

[gunfire over phone]

I'll be there in five.

STEVE: Who sent those guys?

The man who employs me.

Grab all the gear on the top shelf and put it in the boat.

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[clatters loudly]

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You set?

Get in the boat.

[engine starts]

You ever think about the people you've killed?

No.

You ever kill someone you knew?

Yes.

Did it feel any different?

Not in the moment.

After.

Do you give 'em some kind of warning

or... time to prepare,

some kind of time to...

...make peace?

There's no peace.

So it's best not to let them know when you're coming?

[inhales deeply]

Yes. [exhales]

I guess it doesn't really matter anyway,

as long as they're dead and you're not, right?

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[dog barking]

Hello, Finch.

[screaming]

My God, who are you?!

What are you doing here?!

[sobbing]: Oh, God, Jesus.

[both sobbing]

I want you to listen to me closely.

I don't care who I hurt or who I kill, understand?

[sobbing continues]

No, no, no!

Please, no!

No, stop!

[sobbing continues]

You're gonna tell me exactly what I came here to find out.

Where's Dean?

[sobbing]

[garbage disposal grinding]

[sobbing]: No!

It's up to you how far I go.

Oh, God!Fingers.

Wrist.

Elbow.

Jesus, John, tell him what he wants to know!

[daughter sobbing]

-[loud grinding] -[screaming]

Okay, okay, 300 Colby Plaza!

300 Colby Plaza!

That's where he is, I swear!

[turns off garbage disposal]

Looks like you're going to miss a good dinner.

[whimpering]

Oh, God,

you bastard.

[phone ringing]

Yes.

ARTHUR: How much was Harry's life worth?

50 million.

And here's what I'm going to do.

Ten million wired to the bank of your choice within 24 hours.

It's a good deal; you should take it.

Not interested.

The killer grows a conscience.

I'd say that's a breach of professional ethics, Mr. Bishop.

Harry's death was business, pure and simple.

Well, it's not going to be so simple now.

You got that right,

'cause now I'm gonna put a price on your head that's so big,

when you look in the mirror,

your reflection's going to want to shoot you in the face.

You won't survive that long.

You're a fool.

You think you can get to me before I get to you?

I already have.

Where's conference room "E"?

MAN: Floor upstairs, sir.

He's in the building! Get me the fuck out of here!

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[device beeps]

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[clicks]

[tires screeching]

They find Bishop?

Nothing yet.

No, no.[man grunts]

Get off the fucking bus! Move!

[passengers screaming]Get off the fucking bus! Move!

[engine revving, tires screeching]

[engine revving, tires screeching]

Go!

[grunting]

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[car horn honks]

[tires screeching]Whoa.

Back up, come on, let's go.

[tires screeching]

[Dean grunts]

[grunts]

[truck door opens]

[groaning]

Fuck you.

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What's the plan now?

Disappear.

New names, new occupation.

Together?

That's up to you.

What are we gonna do, we gonna whittle?

Gonna get bunk beds, move into a tepee?

[both chuckle]

Want a water?

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I've always had this...

...anger... inside

and now I feel like I have a... a place to put it.

I think I would miss this if I had to stop now.

I could always go into business for myself.

There are... a lot of people out there who would pay.

And I think you were wrong.

Vengeance is the mission.

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[indistinct chatter]

You want anything?

No.

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Last chance.

I'm good.

Steve.

Sorry for everything that happened.

Well, you know me, man.

I don't give a shit.

[indistinct chatter]

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[engine sputtering]

[engine starts]

[beeps]

[sizzles]

[laughs]

[explosions]

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[siren wailing]

MAN: Recording with all four cameras.

Watch number two.

MAN 2: On the right?

Yeah.MAN 1: Yeah.

Let me see that again.

[siren wailing]

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