Kill Em All
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- 2013
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Get lost.
I said..
Get him!
Ok. We're good. So it's settled.
I'm sure this can be settled peacefully.
Hey!
Thank you for using Comtell.
You are now being connected to 8-6-1-4--
You think this is f***ing funny.
Getting me out of bed before mid-day.
You sound like a mad liverpool fan.
You know what?
Why don't you, um,
check behind that black chair.
Oh, f***!
F***! F***!
Fan!
No! Leave him alone!
No!
Hell is empty.
And all the devils are here.
There are about 50 ways of fighting.
There's only one, and that's to win.
unless I want it opened.
And now, time for the introductions.
The gentleman
hitting the door is Schmidt.
An assassin who I believe
F*** you!
And is also known
for his colorful use of language.
And political views.
Quite unlike the young man to his left,
who lets his fists do all the talking.
They call him, the kid,
because of his first kill, at 14.
Next to the kid, the Frenchman.
Loomis Cartier.
He is an ex-legionnaire,
who betrayed his own legion for greed.
How the f*** does he know that.
And the lady
decorated with colorful ink is Som.
Alone assassin who likes
to play with knives and guns.
Som, what do you think of
black Scorpion's tattoos?
Who the f*** is Black Scorpion?
He is to your left.
Not my thing.
Carpenter is a legend
in the world of assassins.
Why you looking me?
You want a problem?
You got a problem with me,
come on over here and say it to my face.
Now, now.
Let's not fall out just yet.
There is a time
and place for such things.
Isn't that right, Gabriel?
So what?
You know everything about us?
You are an expert at explosives.
You like to be prepared.
And you like classical music.
Oh, Gabriel.
Please, tell us
about your suicide attempts.
Why, Gabriel, why?
Don't you have friends?
Don't you have family?
Are you so lonely?
F***ing coward.
Talkin to me through a f***in
microphone and a camera.
What the f*** are you smilin at?
Don't underestimate his young look
This is Mickey,
does not know right from wrong.
Hi, everybody.
Are you my friends?
Now, you are all standing
in a very special place.
A place you may have heard of.
The Killing Chamber.
Killing Chamber.
A Killing Chamber?
Yeah right.
F***ing Killing Chamber.
There's no such thing.
It is real.
This is where hit men are taken to die.
But one will be allowed to leave here.
Permitted to live
after all the others
have been killed in combat.
Is that clear?
Yeah, it's f***ing clear.
Time to clean up.
Ladies first. You're next.
Nobody fights
until I tell them to fight.
I deal with my own problems.
What makes you think that might work?
What makes you think it's not?
I'll get the midget first. And you.
You suck on my cable later.
Stop it.
Stop it, or you will be gassed.
F*** you!
Gas, it is.
You will do as you are told.
Comply or die.
Anyone who refuses my challenges
will suffer the same fate as Schmidt.
Do I make myself clear?
I said, do I make myself clear?
I guess we got no choice, a**hole.
Just get on with it.
So when is the next challenge?
Now.
Take one ball.
Each ball is numbered.
It cannot be used as a weapon.
The two assassins
with the lowest numbers
must fight each other.
I've got number two.
Will the two combatants
please begin now.
Guess you're not my friend anymore.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Now what?
You have won, Som.
Congratulations.
You have earned yourself a prize.
Please:
enter the Weapon Chamberbehind you.
Anyone else who attempts
will be killed.
You may choose only one weapon.
That doesn't seem fair.
I'm not taking
any crap from you, traitor.
Well go f*** yourself.
What's wrong with this nutcase?
He is an old-school killer.
He believes the holy tattoos
will protect him.
Really?
Yeah.
He thinks the tattoos
will save his life,
so he can return to his lover.
He's a nut case. A real nut case.
And you?
What about me?
You got a girl waiting for ya?
Not anymore.
She's dead.
Maybe it's best that way, kid.
If it comes down To you and me:
it ain't gonna be you
walking out of here.
Nothin personal.
You understand that, right?
Som
we're not gonna be able to
get out of here alone.
If me and you team up,
getting out of here.
I don't operate that way.
Meal time is over.
Now, for the next two.
There are numbers
on the back of the boxes.
As before,
the two with the lowest numbers
must fight.
Six.
Four.
Three.
Eight.
You may begin. Fight!
F*** it. Bring it on.
What ya got, Frenchie? Huh?
Ya f***in cornhole.
Come on, you b*tch.
Another one bites the dust.
Yeah, that's right.
Another one bites the dust.
So, is it my turn to get what's
behind door Number one?
Of course.
All this ninja bullshit.
Now maybe you'll wanna re-think
that deal I offered ya?
What's next?
Now you can sleep,
knowing that you are better off
than the others.
I hope you can trust each other
not to attack in the night.
Sleep well.
Som
we need sleep.
All of us.
We have no idea what this guy's
gonna do tomorrow.
I do know this:
if we do not sleep, we'll be f***ed.
Can we have a truce?
Please.
Ok.
Ok?
I said 'ok'.
Ok.
Hey!
Me and Som have a truce.
We're all tired.
We need sleep.
We have no idea
So for tonight:
can we have a truce to get some sleep?
That's all.
Does that work?
Is that a deal?
Ok.
Ok. Kid?
Maybe.
Maybe is not enough.
Alright. Alright.
We got a deal.
But just for tonight.
Lookin for me?
Hey! Carpenter.
Looks like your voodoo sh*t
didn't work, Did it?
This is insane.
What the f*** are we doing here.
I mean, I don't know you. I don't know you.
I certainly don't know you.
So what is it?
All of us did a hit on one family?
Some kingpin.
Impossible.
We're here
for some sick f***'s enjoyment.
And all that's happening is:
we're stacking up bodies over there.
For him.
You think someone's
You think he's gonna
let anybody walk out that door.
You're out of your f***in mind.
It ain't happenin.
Nobody's leaving this room.
Nobody.
It's just gonna be
a bunch of f***in bodies over there.
Ya understand that?
Here's what I do know:
four is better than one.
If we stick together,
we can get outta here.
Anybody else? No?
No one wants to team up? Huh?
Ok. I'll tell ya one thing:
lam walking out that motherfuckin door.
With or without ya.
See ya on the stack.
Yeah.
Good morning.
I see that you have been
bad children in the night.
He deserved it.
Whomever killed Black Scorpion,
is not entitled to a weapon.
The fight wasn't approved.
But don't worry.
It's time for the next challenge.
I want everyone
Eight.
Three.
Two.
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