Hunter's Prayer Page #3

Whatever that was good

inside him

died a long time ago.

And it's not coming back.

Not for you.

Well, not for me,

not for anyone.

So if I were you

and had Richard Addison

trying to kill me,

I'd take this,

get off at the next station,

and I'd run.

And don't look back.

-( horn blares )

-( indistinct announcement

over PA )

Hey, what are you doing?

Sit down.

No, no, I feel good.

You did a good job.

This isn't even your stop.

Man over PA:

We are now arriving in Lille.

Please ensure you take

all your belongings with you...

Lucas, you know

what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking of this.

Just like in the old times.

And this stuff

is amazing as gold.

Where's Ella?

Um, she's in the dining car.

She's having some food.

She's fine.

You have time.

Do it.

Lucas, come on.

Your body wants it.

Why do you want me

to do it so much?

What is this?

Magic.

Pure magic.

( yelps )

What's going on?

-Tell me!

-Don't! Addison.

He's-- he's put a price

on your head.

Who's out there?

Metzger.

Damn it!

Hey!

Excuse me. Hi.

You, uh--

you waiting on someone?

-Lucas:
Ella, move!

-( screams )

( crowd screaming )

-( horn blaring )

-Now!

( shouts in French )

F***!

( chatter )

( sirens approaching )

( officers shouting )

-( boat horn blaring )

-( seagulls screeching )

Are you okay?

How do you do it?

How do you kill people?

I mean, that's, like,

your job, right?

Someone gives you money

and says, "Murder this person,"

and then you just--

you go and you do it?

Take it.

Put that in there.

Pull that back.

( clicks )

You hear that?

You know what that means?

Now you got a bullet

in the chamber.

Now point.

Shoot.

Shoot.

That's how.

( distant woman shouting )

( distant dog barking )

Come on.

You live here?

Sometimes.

Ella:
Who's the girl

in the pictures?

That's my daughter.

Her name's Jillian.

Your daughter?

You're someone's dad?

Does she live here?

I never met her.

Her mother left me

when she was pregnant.

You don't even

want to meet her?

I don't think

it's best for her.

I don't believe you.

I think every girl

needs a father,

even if he's a dick.

What are you doing?

Just get out of here

a minute.

This was your plan?

Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

I trusted you.

Go in the other room.

It's a great plan.

You're gonna f***ing die.

( groans )

I thought

you are helping me,

that that's what

we came here to do.

I thought

you were helping me.

Give me a minute.

No, you were right.

It's better your daughter

never meets you.

F***!

Now what?

( chuckles )

( vomiting )

( Lucas retching )

( Lucas groans )

( keyboard clacking )

( gasping, groaning )

How much would it cost?

What?

To hire you.

My parents are both dead.

I'm going to inherit money.

-I can pay you.

-Wha--?

I want you to kill him.

Addison.

He killed my father.

( laughing )

Don't laugh at me.

What, you afraid of him?

You don't understand.

What is there

to understand?

He's trying

to kill us both.

When you take a life...

it takes...

yours.

( groans )

Ella, put that down.

Put it down.

( groans )

( door closes )

-( chatter )

-( car horn honks )

( gun c*cks )

( elevator dings )

Receptionist:

Addison International.

They're in a meeting.

May I take a message?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Can I help you?

Here to see

Richard Addison.

Did you have

an appointment?

No.

Tell him

it's Ella Hatto.

Wait over there, please.

Receptionist:

I have, um, Ella Hatto

here in reception

for Mr. Addison.

The guests will be arriving

at the front gate

and directed to the valet.

The caterers will be

distributing...

There's an Ella Hatto

waiting for you in reception.

Man:
...and the music

will be light jazz

as you've requested.

( receptionist screams )

Please!

-Call security!

-Man:
No, keep back!

Man #2:

Somebody do something!

Put the gun down!

( receptionist cries out )

( sirens wailing )

-Halt! Police!

-Do not move!

-Stand still!

-( officers shouting )

Man:
You're telling me

Richard Addison

of Addison Industries

murdered your family.

You've got to tell me

the truth.

You've walked into

Richard Addison's office

with a loaded weapon.

You are in so much trouble.

-You better have

some news, Banks.

-Don't worry.

-I've convinced everyone

she's a total whack job.

-Have you?

And they're not

in the least bit curious

as to why this whack job

wanted to take a shot at me?

Richard, stop.

I'm on it.

Now listen,

we found your money.

Where?

That father

was a piece of work.

He hid it in his daughter's

savings account.

Our New York fraud unit

traced it.

They're sending a subpoena

to the Swiss government.

How long have we got?

A few hours... maybe.

And then

the account's frozen.

Then you'd better

get her out of there

and get my money,

don't you think?

Otherwise,

why do I pay you?

-( bell rings )

-Okay, this way, please.

You're very lucky,

Miss Hatto.

Mr. Addison isn't going

to press charges.

You mean I'm free to go?

An agent from the FBI

will be taking custody of you.

Ella, hello.

I'm here to take you home.

Seat belt?

( grunting )

The only reason

you're still alive

is to give Addison

a message.

Tell him I'm done.

He won't see me again.

( both grunting )

( gun c*cks )

So now what?

-Don't judge me, Lucas.

-Mm-hmm?

You're in no position.

I mean, look at you,

running away.

Really?

Yeah, I'm leaving.

So pathetic.

To where?

-Far away.

-( laughing )

Uh-huh.

And then what?

Then nothing.

Not this.

That's the point.

I'm done.

Yes, you're done.

There's a price

on your head.

It's not personal.

It's just-- it's just business.

I'm sorry.

It's just you don't

want to do this.

We'll be at the airport

pretty soon.

Ella, I know you've

been through a lot,

but we don't have

much time.

I have to ask you

some questions, okay?

Yeah.

Now, I understand you have

a bank account in Switzerland.

Is that right?

Yes.

Your father set it up

for you?

Yeah, it's for expenses

when I'm away at school.

Do you know how much

is in it?

A few hundred dollars.

My dad puts money in

every month.

Ella, I know

this is difficult,

but we think that account

may have something to do

with your father's murder,

so I have to ask

these questions.

Do you ever go online

and check your balance?

Yes.

And when you do,

the log-in information,

your username

and password,

do you have to look that up

or do you remember it?

No, I remember it.

Good.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Ella, I need you

to fill this out.

Just skip down

to the bottom

where it says

"login information."

We just need that

and your signature, okay?

( pen clicks )

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Um, how long

until the airport?

Just a few minutes.

It's right up ahead.

Right.

Then why are the planes

landing behind us?

Well...

I guess we're going to have

to do this differently.

( tires squealing )

-( gasps )

-Banks:
Metzger!

Get her out.

-( screaming ) No, no, no!

-Move! Come on!

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