# Happy birthday, dear Janice # Happy birthday to you. # (ALL CHEER / APPLAUD) 'It's my anorexic boss's birthday.' 'This means there's a certain amount of inter-office pressure to stand around eating crappy food and pretending to worship her.' Oh, that's so good! 'Acting for five minutes 'like Janice doesn't make all our lives miserable is the hardest work I do all day.' (ALL CHATTER AND LAUGH) 'My job title is account manager.' 'I used to be called an account-service representative, 'but a consultant told us we had to manage our clients, and not service them.' 'I have a girlfriend whom I neither manage nor service.' 'That's my best friend Barry, fucking her.' 'I'm finding it hard to care about anything these days.' 'In fact, the only thing I do care about is the fact that I can't care about anything.' 'My name is Wesley Gibson.' 'My dad walked out on my mom when I was seven days old.' 'I wonder if he ever looked into my baby blue eyes and asked himself,... .."Did I just father the most insignificant asshole of the 21st century?"' Can you get the consignment to me by the 28th? Yeah. Do you have the numbers in front of you? "Kim?" "Kim, are you there?" Relax. If your name had come up, you'd be dead already. We've had some unexpected losses recently. We'd like to know... where our competitor is getting his munitions. It's clean. Meaning? Meaning it's untraceable. Your competitor's very smart. Get down! Fuck! (DOOR PINGS) (HYPERVENTILATES) (YELLS) (SIREN WAILS) (MOBILE RINGS) No-one leaves the Fraternity, Cross. "I have a new perspective on the Fraternity." Careful you don't destroy something that's been around for a thousand years. "It's already destroyed. You broke the code. I have to stop this." Really? "You know this." So why don't you face me yourself? Never send sheep to kill a wolf. "They were just the decoys. Goodbye, Mr X." "Never send sheep to kill a wolf." They were just the decoys. Wesley! What is it? What do you mean, what is it? Listen! (RUMBLING) How am I supposed to sleep with all that fucking racket? When are we gonna move so we don't have to wake up to that shit? I kind of like it. 'It helps to drown out the sound of your annoying voice. Now, please, let me sleep.' Have you even thought about our talk? Yeah... Which one? Perfect. That's perfect. Feed Annabelle. (CAT MEWS) (RUMBLING) # I believe I can see the future # Cos I repeat the same routine # I think I used to have a purpose # But then again, that might have been a dream... (TYRES SQUEAL / HORNS BLARE) Oh, my fucking God! I hope that's not my billing report sitting on your desk. Holy shit on an altar, it is! I want that report on my desk in one hour. OK, everybody... 'Wanna hear something sad? I need an ergonomic keyboard to keep my repetitive-stress injury in check.' 'Just the fact that I repeat something enough to cause me stress is fucking sad.' Nice job, dude. Seen Barry? He had to go to the dentist,... again. (GASPS) Yes! Oh, Barry! Aaaaah! You think they have that morning-after pill here? I could crush it up in her omelette. "Hey, baby, breakfast in bed!" You can never be too safe. Oh, God! I lost my wallet somewhere. All this together? No. No. Yes. He is the man. How much is it? Oh,... plus this. $20.42. (Watermelon!) Chicks dig it. Thanks. See you next time. Have a good night. I love these energy drinks. I'm on a, like, energy-drink cleanse, where I do one for breakfast, and two or three for lunch... 'I'm "the man"? Yeah, right, Barry. I'm "the man".' 'I'm so much the man, I have a standing prescription for medication to control my anxiety attacks.' 'God, I wish I had something else to relieve my stress.' Hello, Wesley. 'You know, there are people, beautiful people...' 'You just wish they could see you in a different setting, instead of where you are, what you've become.' Nicole is so hot! What? Boom goes the dynamite! 'But most of all, you wish you weren't such a pussy, for wishing for things that'll never change.' Good God, you're over here like it's spring fucking break, and I still don't have that report. Why do I even keep you around? I'll get it done, Janice. Like I never heard that before! "I'll get it done. I'll get it done. I'll get it done, Janice." "I'll get it done." I... (VOICE DISTORTS AND ECHOES) Well, don't you have anything to say for yourself? (IN SLOWED-DOWN, DISTORTED VOICE) I'm sorry. You're worthless. I'm the one who's sorry I hired you. (RAPID-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) 'You know what the best thing is about the end of the day?' 'Tomorrow... it starts all over again.' # I believe I can see the future # Cos I repeat the same routine # I think I used to have a purpose # Ooh, but then again, that might have been a dream # I think I used to have a voice # Now I never make a sound # I just do what I've been told # I really don't want them to come around # Oh, no # Every day # Is exactly the same... Hi. I'm sorry? You apologise too much. Er... Um... Sorry about that. I knew your father. My father left the week I was born, so... He died yesterday on the rooftop of the Metropolitan building. Sorry. (LAUGHS) Look, the liquor aisle's just over there, so if you wanna- Your father was one of the greatest assassins. The man who killed him is right behind you. Argh! (SHOPPERS SCREAM) (ACCELERATING HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) (ALL SCREAM) (HORN BLARES) Oh! Sorry! (TOY ANIMALS MEW AND BARK) Oh, my God! What the fuck just happened?! Please... Please drive faster! Please be quiet. Please understand that I care about my life! Look, I don't know what the fuck you did to piss this guy off, but you're gonna have to let me out and call the cops! Hey! Hey! (SIREN WAILS) What are you doing? Oh, shit, what are you doing? Shit! I think we lost him. Can you let me out at the next corner, please? SHIT! Fuck! Oh, shit! He's right there! Fuck! Look, I'm an accountant! I'm just an accountant! Whoa! Whoa! He's fucking persistent, y'know? What the fuck?! (ALL SCREAM) You kick his ass! Yeah! Fucking shoot him! Why did you do that? What are you shooting our car for? Huh? Are you crazy? Grab the wheel! Oh! Where are you going? Get back in here! No! Oh, my God! Whoa... I'm sorry! Gun! Huh? Under the seat! Here! Whoa... Agh! (TRUCK HORN BLARES) Aaaagh! Shit! (SIRENS WAIL) Shit! Look out! Get out! Look out! Oh, my God! Shit! (SLOWED-DOWN, DISTORTED VOICE) I'm... sorry! Behind you! (ALL YELL) (TOY ANIMALS BARK AND MEW) # If you like pina coladas # Getting caught in the rain # If you're not into yoga # If you have half a brain... (CAR RATTLES / ENGINE FALTERS) (FLY BUZZES) (GASPS) Fuck! Shit! Whoa! Hello. I... I don't have any money or... I thought he'd be... taller. Taller? Er, sir? Sir? I've been trying to explain to the lady here that I'm an account-service representative. I'm... an account manager! And... I'm sure that if you called my boss, Janice, she could fill you in. Contact her by email, or... She'd put you straight. Shoot the wings off the flies. I don't know what that means. Shoot the wings off the flies. I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else. On three. Either you shoot or I do. One... OK. (WHIMPERS) (RACING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) Two. I can't even see them! (FLIES BUZZ) Three. (WILDLY POUNDING HEARTBEAT EFFECT) (MOANS / HYPERVENTILATES) (HEARTBEAT SLOWS) It's impossible. A lot of things for you were impossible before today. What you experienced, Wesley, was not a panic attack. Your heart was beating in excess of 400 beats per minute, sending abundant adrenaline into your bloodstream, allowing you to see and react faster than normal. Only a few people in the world can do that. Your father could do it, and you can do it. With a little work, you can learn to control these attacks. Stay away from me. You stay back from me. I have a gun, sir. Alright? My name is Sloan. This is Fox. And the others you see around you are all very good at killing. So keep the gun pointed at me! You don't want to point it at any of them. That's better. You're insane. No. Insanity is wasting your life as a nothing when you have a killer's blood in your veins. Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life when you have a caged lion locked inside and a key to release it. This gun you're holding is an Imanishi-17. It belonged to your father. He could conduct a symphony orchestra with it. And you're going to use it to kill the man who shot him down in cold blood. I can't! The same man who tried to kill you tonight. Your father was one of us, the Fraternity of Assassins. The weapons of fate. We've transferred all of his assets over to you - and, let me assure you, they are substantial. It is your long-awaited destiny... to join us. I... Back off. Back off. You don't know anything about me. Stay away from me. Stay away from me. Would you stay away from me? Stay away from me, please! Will you let me through? (FLY BUZZES) Agh! (TRAIN RUMBLES) 'You know when you have a dream, and you're half awake, 'but it's still in the fringe of your brain, and you open your eyes, 'and you're so damn glad it was a dream?' 'This was nothing like that.' (ACCELERATING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) (HYPERVENTILATES) (TRAIN ROARS) Can you just give me one second? Thank you. Wesley! What's up with you? What do you mean? Er, you're... You're here early! You seem pepped up. You alright? Well, yeah. Yeah! I guess I feel... kind of different. Whatever. I'm gonna go get some post-it notes. Want one? No. Really? Yeah. Good. Jesus H fuckin' Popsicle, I still don't have my billing report! But you've got time to sit here and Google your ass off. Well, I know one thing. You've got your review coming up next week, and I can't wait to start checking me off some big fucking boxes! Attitude, poor. Performance, poor. Management skills, poor! Works well with others? Hah! That's a fucking joke. What is this bullshit? Who's this prick? Some loser gets his head blown off on the Metropolitan - SHUT THE FUCK UP! (STUNNED SILENCE) She has one single iota of tenuous power, and she thinks she can push everyone around. You don't need this. (GASPS) (I understand.) Junior high. It must've been kind of tough, but it doesn't give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you hide jelly doughnuts in your desk. But I want you to know... that if you weren't such a bitch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But, as it stands,... the way you behave,... I feel I can speak for the entire office,... when I tell you... ..go fuck yourself. (SQUEAKS) Yeah! That was great, bro. Who's the man? I'm the man. # "The Little Things" - Danny Elfman # Have you heard the news? # Bad things come in twos # But I never knew # 'Bout the little things # Every single day # Things get in my way # Someone has to pay # For the little things... Well, yeah! It's... It's a bad idea. Couldn't find your keys? That could be handy. Will you teach me that? I might need that. So, Fox, right? What's that? What's that? You got a call sign, like Maverick? Top Gun? You could tell me, but you'd have to kill me? I'm just kidding! # Let the headlines wait # Armies hesitate # I can deal with fate # But not the little things (LOOMS CLICK RHYTHMICALLY) Hey, there! Check the turn and rotation on this STB. Should be 300 per minute. (CONTINUES, DROWNED OUT BY MACHINERY) Hey, er,... this is pretty awesome, huh? Is it a front? Front for what? I dunno! Assassination! You may think this is a front for something. All I can tell you is this is a textile mill. George! George, go help Peter up there. (MACHINERY CLATTERS) This is a textile mill, and a damn good one. Yeah, but that's bullshit, right? I mean, all these guys are killers, aren't they? (BABBLE OF VOICES) I think you owe me some answers. Alright. Clearly I don't understand, but... do you make sweaters, or do you kill people? (SILENCE FALLS) That's an awful lot of questions over coffee. Are you sure you're ready for the answers? Yes, I'm sure! I can't go back,... not to my life. He's all yours. We're up. How you doing? I'm the Repairman. What do you repair? A lifetime... of bad habits. OK? Do me a favour. Just put your arms behind your back. Er... It's OK. I dunno. Er... Just behind your back. Just relax. Is this part of it? There. There we go. You gonna put a bag over my head? No. There's no need for a bag. That's not too tight, is it? No, that's... nice. Why did you come here, Wesley? You brought me here! Argh! What the fuck you do that f-... Oof! (RACING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) How many punches did the Repairman throw before he was counting sheep? Well, I haven't spent a lot of time having my face mashed in before. Do you spend much time with knives? Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Argh! Fuck! It was a rhetorical question. You interrupt me again, I use the business end. Here's what you need to know, puto. Knives are easy to hide. They don't jam, and they never run out of bullets. (COUGHS) They come in handy when you gotta do some close-contact work. Fuck, man! Come here. What? Come here! Now try to cut me. What? Try to cut me. Just... Be careful with that thing! That's sharp! Just stick, and stick, and... Why?! Seriously, man, I could hurt you! Hey!... OK. Pussy! I'm not a pussy. You're a pussy. No, I'm not. You're a pussy. No! I got a healthy respect for the human condition. You're a pussy! I'm not a pussy! You're a pussy! I'm not! Agh! Argh! (SCREAMS / SOBS) (GRUNTS) (MOANS FRANTICALLY) Hi. How you doing? (GRUNTS) Fuck!... Fuck! Ssh-ssh-ssh. Just a moment. (GROANS) One moment. Sorry. (SINGS) Oh, hey! Come back! Hey! You must drink. Drink, yeah. (COUGHS / GRUNTS) What is this? This is the recovery room. This bath stimulates white blood cells and speeds up the process. Bruises, breaks, heal in hours not days. You shitting me? Ssh! (COUGHS) Is that vodka? Yeah. Are you Russian? Yeah. Get up. This is the Gunsmith. He knows more about a piece than anybody, and he's gonna teach you how to use one. How you doing? I'm good. Good. You know, Selsey broke his leg. Oh, really? Yeah. In three places. Ooh. How'd he do it? Jumped off a building. Seriously, did he? Yeah. He did it bad, though. Oh, my God! Oh, my God, you guys, that is so realistic! He'll be in recovery for three days. They're not even gonna let him out. (BOTH CONTINUE TO TALK QUIETLY) Oh, my God! Oh, my God... Oh, my God! Hey, we can't shoot a dead woman! She might be somebody's mom! (GUNSHOT) You need to know what it's like to put a bullet in a body. Why are you here? I, er,... thought I was learning to be some kind of super-assassin. Huh? If I wanted to get beat up, I would've stayed in my cubicle. Fuck... Agh! Right. Shoot the target... From there. You want me to shoot through Wilbur? I want you to curve the bullet. How am I supposed to do that? It's not a question of how. It's a question of what. If no-one had told you that bullets flew straight, and I gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do? Let your instincts guide you. How the hell did he do that? Can you do that? You do that?... Hello? Mmm! Hey, I think that's my old train. Still is. (SCREAMS) Fuck! Shit! You fucking asshole! Come on! Let's go! Are you out of your fucking mind? Oh, shit. Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit! Oh, shit! (SCREAMS) Oh, God! I feel... I feel... I feel... I feel... I... I feel kinda good! (YELLS, INDISTINCT) They got Rictus. Perfect shot. Impossible angle. Cross is taking us out one by one. And Wesley is the only one who can get to him. Cross gets closer with each hour. Get back to work. See that? Uh-huh. It's a shuttle. I want you to try and catch it. You want me to stick my hand in there? Yes. I want you to catch it. Agh! Whoo... Put a gun to my head. I can slow things down then. It'll be fine. You need to learn to control that by yourself. Argh! This is bullshit! Fuck this! How's it going today, Wesley? You know, fuck the loom. Fuck the Repairman. I can shoot the wings off the back of a fly! I'm ready! You're ready when Fox says you're ready. Who put her in charge? I did. (WHISTLING) Wesley? (CHUCKLES) People have to use cheese to catch these beauties, but they go apeshit for peanut butter. Your father was a big fan of this. Watch. Plastic explosive and peanut butter! Sorry, Mickey. Four, three, two... One! Hey... Hey, Russian! Good for one, huh? Imagine if you had a thousand! Boy, they really fucked you up, didn't they? What did they do to you? Throw you in front of a moving train... (WHISTLES) ..for no reason? Beat the shit out of you? (CONTINUES TO WHISTLE) You can say this place is bullshit. It's bullshit! Huh? Bullshit! Repairman, five minutes. Heads-up out of the question? Argh! You're wasting my fucking time. Why are you here? I dunno, so hit me! Why are you here? I had a shit life, so why wouldn't I? I'm gonna kick your fucking ass! What do you want me to say? Why are you here? I don't know! Why are you here? Argh! Why are you here? I don't know why I'm here. Why are you here?! Why are you here? I don't know who I am! What did you say? I said... I said I don't know who I am. You really wanna know who you are? Yeah. It's my room! No. This was your father's room. What happened? A member of this fraternity went rogue. Cross. He started by killing the one man who was better than him. Your father. Blindsided him on a rooftop. Betrayed him. Everything in this room,... books, weapons, clothes,... belonged to him. Now they belong to you. Find a connection to this room, Wesley. It may be the only way of finding out who you are. 'Now I know why I could never care about anything before this. I was living a lie.' 'Finally I have a chance to step into my father's shoes, grow a pair, live the life I was born to live.' 'I've been pissing it all away like it was another billing report. I have to train harder.' 'I have to be as good as my father.' On these shelves are the records of the Fraternity kills. Everything you will need to kill your target. 'To kill Cross,... the man who betrayed the Fraternity and murdered my father, 'I must prepare. I have to become his student, 'memorise every move he ever made, every attack he ever executed.' 'Where he dropped a patient in an airtight room 'surrounded by secret-service agents and took out that businessman 'in the elevator, his bullets untraceable, of course.' 'Or no matter what the weapon or how he eliminated his target,... '..he was always one chess move ahead.' 'One move more prepared, one step quicker, one shot more precise.' 'In fact, in all my research, I found that he never missed a target. Not until me.' Argh! Argh! (YELLS) Yeah! (LAUGHS) For the first time in your life, Wesley,... you're in control. Shoot the target. You're crazy! Welcome to the Fraternity. We call this the loom of fate. (MACHINERY CLATTERS RHYTHMICALLY) After today,... you will never set foot in here again. Why not? Because, like an apostle, your task is not to interpret... ..but to deliver. Every culture in history has a secret code, one you won't find in traditional texts. A thousand years ago, a clan of weavers discovered a mystical language hidden in the fabric. They called themselves the Fraternity. I'll be honest with you - all I see are threads. Come here. Look there. You see that one thread that missed the weave and lies on top of the others? Like a mistake? No. It's a code. If the vertical thread is on top, it's a one. If it's below, it's a zero. Binary code? What does it say? It's a name. A target. Where do the names come from? A matter of necessity, Wesley. Necessity to maintain balance in the world. They are orders that must be executed, entrusted to us so that we might forge stability out of chaos. This one... is yours. I don't... Look, I thought you brought me here to kill Cross. You will, in time. This is your first assignment. The loom provides,... I interpret,... you deliver. You want me to kill Robert Deane Darden? Not me. Fate. The target will be in the conference room in the head chair. There are six windows. You will shoot through the fifth. Fifth window! Now. (HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) (HEARTBEAT RACES) 'What did he do, that he deserves to die?' 'You don't know.' I don't know if he was bad. I don't know if he was evil. I don't know anything about him. We get our orders from a loom. Fate! And we're supposed to take it on faith that what we're doing is right. We're killing someone we know nothing about. I don't know if I can do that. About 20 years ago, there was this girl. Her dad was a federal judge, so she probably had it in her mind that she was gonna follow in his footsteps. So she's home one Christmas, and her dad's on this big racketeering case. The defendants want to get a softer judge, one they can buy off. So they hire this guy,... Max Petrich,... ..get him to pay her father a visit. And the way he pays people a visit... ..is to break in and tie up their loved ones and force them to watch... ..while he burns his targets alive. (MUFFLED SCREAMS) And then he takes a wire hanger and twists it round and brands his initials into each one of them, so that they will never, ever forget. After I was recruited into the Fraternity, I found out that Max Petrich's name had come up weeks before the federal judge was killed, and that a Fraternity member... had failed to pull the trigger. We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go. We kill one, and maybe... save a thousand. That's the code of the Fraternity. That's what we believe in, and that's why we do it. the doctors said he really wore the impact ` All right, so, this is Tim. 34-year-old male. RTC. Multi-vehicle... VOICES OVERLAP I think about the car crash a lot. I know he caused it and I reacted the best way possible. But it's hard to let it go. SOMBRE MUSIC When I asked what had happened to him, the doctors said he really wore the impact ` any more and things would've been much worse. They said he was lucky ` lucky I wasn't going any faster. Thank you. SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES It's OK. MUSIC CONTINUES Cross. Not yet. 'Your target will be in a black limo.' 'He always travels the same six blocks on Holsten. You have three blocks to kill him.' (OPERA MUSIC FROM CAR STEREO) # "Time To Say Goodbye" - Andrea Bocelli Shit! (TYRES SQUEAL) # Time to... # Say goodbye... I'm sorry! < Barry! Feed Annabelle! < Barry! Wesley! Hey, where have you been? I have really missed you, man... Agh! Oh, look at the big man! You fucking asshole! You're gone for weeks, and you stop by to use the bathroom?! (CONTINUES TO RANT, INDISTINCT) You are nothing! No, you are less than nothing! You're not even half the man that Barry is! Barry pleases me in ways you have never even heard of. Who the hell is she, Wesley?! Your new whore? Is that what it takes - paying for it? (FADES OFF) (SLOW-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) Wesley?! He's the man. You alright? Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Go sit down. I'm gonna go find a car. Big night! I got to get into recovery. (RATS SQUEAK) (CHUCKLES) Oh, fuck! (HORN BEEPS) (GUN CLICKS) (ACCELERATING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) (HEARTBEAT SLOWS) (SAFETY CATCH CLICKS) Bull's eye. What's he doing here?! Come on! Stay with us! Breathe! It's alright. It's alright. It's alright! A thousand... Come on! No! Stay with us! Come on! Come on! (GASPS) Come on! (RAT SQUEAKS) (GROANS) This is the first traceable bullet he's ever used. It was made by this man. His name's Pekwarsky. He works out of what is now a monastery in eastern Moravia. This place is where the Fraternity was born. He's taunting me. He's sending me a message. I'm gonna send him one back. He's trapping you. Leading you to a place he knows very well. I know this! This is what you trained me for. You can't go alone. I go alone, or he doesn't show. He's not stupid. A member of the Fraternity is dead because of me. OK. Go. Thank you. I don't think that's a good idea. Your next assignment. Pekwarsky? Ssh! What are you doing here? Lower your gun. You recognise this? I pulled this out of my shoulder. The guy who put it there killed my father. I know you made it, so tell me where he is. I can't be responsible for the people who use these. I don't give a shit. Tell me where he is. Look at my finger. I... can try and arrange a meet. Have you ever thought about doing things differently? What do you mean? You know,... being,... being somebody else? Somebody... normal. No. (WOMAN SCREAMS) Out of the way! (ACCELERATING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) Stay! Hey... Hey! He's on the train. He's alone. Thank you. Agh! (WOMAN SCREAMS) Sorry! Sit down! Nobody's gonna get hurt! Sir, sit down! Sir, sit down! Get out of the way! Stay down! Stay down! Sit down! It's OK, sit down! Wesley! Out of the way! Out of the way! (SCREAMS) No! No-no-no! (ALL SCREAM) Wesley, listen to me. Shut the fuck up! You don't get to talk to me. You don't get to talk to me. Everything they told you... was a lie. Shut up, you lying piece of shit! Shut the fuck up. You're my son. What are you s-... What did you say to me? Is it true? Yes. Why did you make me do this? Because you are the only person he wouldn't kill. You knew... Goddammit, you knew the entire time. Well, his name came up. So did yours. (POUNDING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) (CHATTERS ON MOBILE, INDISTINCT) I promised your father I'd bring you back here. What the fuck...?! He said it was the only way you'd believe. Your father was never more than a camera-click away. That's me. He was my father! And I killed him. To your father, protecting you was worth giving up his life. Protect me?! He tried to fucking kill me! No. He wasn't trying to kill you. He was trying to rescue you. 'When Cross left the Fraternity, Sloan hunted you down.' 'Ever since Fox had her teeth in you, he's been trying to separate you from them.' 'Your father never wanted you in the Fraternity, Wes.' 'He wanted... a different path for you.' The things that he could never have. A home. Peace. No! He hoped you would find your own way. Your father got hold of this. Decipher it yourself. Sloan began manufacturing targets of his own for profit years ago. Your father found out about it. He was gonna do something about it. But Sloan turned everyone against him. My father's name never even came up, did it? No. Holding to the code made him a target. Yes. You want me to run? No. I want you to live. You can have a different life, Wesley, like your father wanted for you. We trained him well. 'My father was wrong about one thing. Everything they told me wasn't a lie.' 'They taught me how to kill, how to feel no pain - 'and, most importantly, that every job has a perfect weapon.' 'Well, I'm the perfect weapon.' 'And I'm supposed to run?! I've been doing that my entire life.' 'So I say no.' 'I say kill 'em all, and let fate sort out the mess.' Kill him. (ALL YELL) Argh! (WATCH BEEPS) (RAT SQUEAKS) (GUN CLICKS) (YELLS) Argh! (GUNSHOTS) Pussy... Pussy-pussy... (YELLS) Argh! Pussy-pussy... Pussy... (BOTH YELL) (FIRES REPEATEDLY) Argh! Aaagh! (ROARS) Huh?! SLOAN! My father... wasn't a traitor. This is a kill order... It's got Sloan's name on it. What did you say to me? "It's a name. It's a... It's a target." "I don't want this person dead." "Fate... does." Fate wanted you dead. He couldn't take it, so he started manufacturing his own targets, for his own gains, and that's when my dad found out, and decided to stand against him. And that's when... you sent a man's son to kill his father. You're not an assassin of fate, Sloan. You're just a thug who can bend bullets. Argh! Is that true? Here is what the truth is. Your name came up. Your name came up. Your name came up. Your name. Your name. Yours. Everyone in this room. If I had not done what I did,... ..you would all be dead. I saved your lives! Now look where we are. We are stronger than ever, changing the course of history as we see it,... ..choosing the targets we select. We can redistribute power where we see fit. The wolves rule,... ..not the sheep. Now, if any of you feel the need to follow the code of the Fraternity to the letter, I invite you to take your gun, put it in your mouth and pull the trigger! That is what Wesley demands. Otherwise,... shoot this motherfucker, and let us take our Fraternity of Assassins to heights reserved only for the gods of men. You choose. Fuck the code. (ACCELERATING-HEARTBEAT SOUND EFFECT) SLOAN! SLOAN! 'Six weeks ago, I was ordinary, 'pathetic,... 'just like you.' 'But who am I now?' 'Account manager?' 'Assassin?' 'Or just another tool who was mind-fucked into killing his father?' 'I am all of these... and none of these.' 'Who am I now?' 'This is not me fulfilling my destiny.' 'This is not me following in my father's footsteps.' 'This is definitely not me saving the world.' (SAFETY CATCH CLICKS) Still trying to figure out who you are? 'This is not me.' 'This is just the motherfuckin' decoy.' Oh, fuck. (GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS) 'This is me taking control... ..from Sloan.' 'From the Fraternity. From Janice.' 'From billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack-of-shit best friends.' 'This is me, taking back control... 'of my life.'