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You're forcing me to change

the order of kill, morrell.

Your name's further

down the list.

Morrell!

Come out of there

and drop that weapon or

I'll blow her head off.

Ricci:

don't do it, Don.

I'll kill this b*tch.

You f***ing do that,

i swear I'll shoot you, man.

Something wrong

with your hand, morrell?

Come on!

F*** it.

F*** it, okay.

F*** it. F*** it.

All right.

Take me instead, man.

I'm on your list.

She's not on your list.

Let the lady go.

Let her go.

You're right.

She's not on the list.

I'll let her go.

- No!

- ( screams )

Ricci!

No!

( grunts )

God damn it!

He had this escape

route planned out.

You still tailing us?

This fun for you?

You're still tailing

us, huh?

( Radio chatter )

They've gotta take

her now, Don.

You're supposed

to be riding a desk.

- Where the hell were you?

- Norwood is involved in this.

F*** norwood!

I don't give a sh*t

about norwood!

You got ricci involved

and now she's dead.

First thing tomorrow morning,

i want you in my office.

First thing!

( Siren blaring )

I'd like to see

agent norwood, please.

- One moment,

I'll see if he's in.

- Thank you.

Hello.

can I help you?

Well, I asked to see

agent norwood.

Yes, I'm norwood.

Can I see some I.D.,

please?

What's this all about?

Thanks.

- I saw his badge.

- Well, obviously

it was a fake.

- Then who the hell was he?

- He's all part of

this operation.

- What operation?

- The operation

to revive Whitman.

Oh, come on. Don't start

with that again.

Look, I made calls.

After Whitman's death,

his body was cremated.

There's no damn way

to confirm his death.

Were you not

a witness at his execution?

Did you not see him die?

- I saw him appear to die,

but it could've been faked.

- By who?

Whitman's executioner

was a doctor brought in

from the outside

to replace the one

the prison usually uses

at the very last minute.

In all these

biblical references,

they all refer to rebirth

and resurrection.

These jurors will be

properly protected.

We'll get this copycat

by the book.

Man, you're not

listening to me.

- The handwriting,

it matches--

- enough!

You and I, we came up

from the same streets.

I mean, you're like

a son to me.

But I'm officially

suspending you as of now.

And I'll be asking for

a medical leave for you.

- My arm's fine.

- It's not your shoulder

I'm talking about.

I've never been saner

in my life.

Then you'll hand over

your gun and your badge

without making a scene.

( Groans )

Greer, greer.

She should've been next.

( Phone dialing )

( Phone ringing )

- Hello?

- baby, thank god

you're home.

Hey, baby,

i just walked in.

Okay, did you lock

your doors?

- They are locked.

- Check them out, all right?

- And check the windows, too.

- What's going on?

Just do it, okay?

Do it.

Listen to me,

check those windows.

I'm checking.

Did you check the windows,

honey?

Can you tell me what this

is about?

Listen, I don't mean

to scare you, but...

I think someone might

be coming after you tonight.

After me? Who?

Listen, you still got

that gun I gave you?

Okay, you are scaring me.

What is going on?

Remember when

we got divorced?

You went back to--

you went back to using

your maiden name?

- Whitman knows that.

- Whitman?

- Whitman is dead.

- No, no, honey.

It's too complicated to

explain over the phone.

I'm on my way.

( Grunting )

Don? what's going on?

Don?

Hello? Don?

( Groans )

( Gasping )

- Oh, f***.

- Don?

- Hi.

- ( screams )

- Whitman is schmidt, isn't he?

- Call a goddamn ambulance!

- He's schmidt, isn't he?

- Yes.

- You faked his death.

- Yes.

- But his face, what--

- it's plastic surgery.

And who are you?

When the agency can't

get something legally,

i provide it.

You provide killers?

No, I build assassins.

I strip their personalities,

then I give them a new one.

And Whitman was

a perfect candidate.

He had the perfect

psychotic basis,

- but he faked his way

through the reorientation.

-You lost control, huh?

I don't know who's

a sicker motherf***er,

you or Whitman.

You used us to get

to him, didn't you?

You had to eliminate him

and everyone who knew

the truth, right?

Right?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Good.

( Dialing )

Yeah.

Yeah, emergency?

I'm going to need

an ambulance.

( Body thuds )

Don't sweat

the ambulance.

You've reached

Charlotte hart,

please leave a message

after the beep.

( Beeps )

Charlotte, baby, it's me.

Pick up, honey.

I can't reach you on

your cell phone.

Charlotte, pick up.

Charlotte.

( Phone beeps )

Charlotte.

Charlotte?

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

( Phone ringing )

-Yeah?

- Donnie.

Baby, where are you?

I told you to stay here.

( Crying )

Donnie, I'm sorry.

He was already

in the house.

Sh*t, put him

on the phone.

Let me talk to him.

- Hello, morrell.

- Give me an address.

Come on, no games.

It's me you want.

Okay, it's your world.

You're running the show.

There's nothing I can do.

Okay, I'm ready to receive

your punishment.

It is not my punishment,

morrell.

You stayed the hand

of vengeance.

You smote my brother.

Your ex-wife took my life.

Is it not heavenly

retribution that I should

take both of yours?

Look, you want this to end?

I want it to end, man.

- Give me an address.

- ( Chuckles )

Luke, 15:
11.

Uh, prodigal son--

prodigal son returns home.

Home!

you're at the ranch!

Give the altar boy

a plastic Saint.

Whitman,

it's not her you want.

It's me.

All right?

Come alone and I might

let her live.

( Beeps )

Whitman! damn!

Listen, i-I'm sure god--

god will forgive

you for this.

( Crying )

No.

No, please.

( Nail clanks )

( Crying )

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

( Both grunting )

- ( Screams )

- slide that gun

over here now

or I'll nail her head

to the cross.

Do it now!

You better not f***ing

touch her.

How do you like

my new face?

You know, I was

sorry that they

removed that scar on

my nose you gave me.

It had character.

- Let her go.

- ( Sobbing )

She must face

her retribution.

- As you will.

- F*** that!

What about your

retribution, Whitman?

I punish those who sought

to end my divine mission.

Those women and those people

you killed were innocent.

They were sinners!

Temptresses!

Fornicators!

Just like your mother.

That's it, right?

( Charlotte sobbing )

Like all women.

Your mother

was innocent, too.

You know nothing about it.

I know a lot more

than you think.

Your father was beating

her, wasn't he?

Because she was

an adulteress.

Because she was trying to

protect you from him, right?

My father was a holy man.

We were sinners.

Unworthy.

He was trying to save

our immortal souls.

Wrong!

Your father was

the sinner, Whitman!

- You're too

traumatized to remember.

- Remember what?

Leviticus 18:
22.

My father never had sex

with a man!

No, he didn't.

With you.

With a little boy.

No!

( Screams )

Liar!

You could've laid me low.

Like tarsus.

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