Killing Gunther

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I never gave my name.

I have a message from pipenko.

I knew you...

I-i knew you were...

Sorry. Hold on.

- Gun!

- I knew you had rocks!

Dagnabit.

"I knew I'd find you

hiding under a rock."

Well that makes a

lot more sense.

Anyway, that's basically

how you do it.

See, a largemouth bass is

like a predator fish, right?

So for a lure, I'll use,

like, a bladed spinner bait

or, like, a crank bait with

a rattle in it, you know?

Is that Harold trunlow's boat?

That investment banker that embezzled,

like, over $200 million from his clients?

Kaboom!

Wait a minute. This

ain't a fishing rod!

Come on! Open the crate!

I have to dissolve

the bodies in acid.

Do you want to stay or go?

So, what am i

allowed to ask you?

- Anything you want.

- Really, anything?

Mm-hmm.

- Why did you ask us to film you?

- -Proof.

Proof? Proof of what?

All right, I'll start

at the beginning.

Gunther.

Gunther is maybe the

most feared hitman

working in the industry today.

He's a f***ing a**hole.

You know, it's nothing

personal, right?

It's all business.

You want to be king, you

have to kill the king.

And right now, Gunther is king.

But very soon,

I will be the guy

who killed Gunther.

And you're gonna

help me prove it.

Why are you gonna succeed

when so many others have failed?

'Cause I put together

an unstoppable team.

Oh, I got a key up here.

Oh! That's just spiders.

Anyway, this is my

childhood home.

Hi. I'm Donald piznowski.

Uh, no one calls me Donald.

Everyone calls me Donnie.

Or boom-boom. I'm trying

to get that started.

My first job was working at the belfax

coal mines right down the road.

They assigned me to dynamite.

There was this one guy, Jim

shumpansky. He's just a bully.

Just always picking at ya.

"Did you finish your work?

"Did you finish

your work, Donnie?"

And I would say,

"no, I did not, Jim.

"Leave me alone.

I'm a grown man."

So one day, tunnel three's

rigged to explode,

and, um... Someone

forgot to tell him.

It was me.

I didn't tell him,

so he died in there.

I blew him up. That's when...

that was the day I was like,

"i think I want to blow

people up for a living."

It's a lonely life, you

know, killer for hire.

I think Blake is the closest

thing I have to a best friend.

Would you kill him if

someone paid you to?

Yes, I would kill him.

Sometimes I think about what it would

be like to have, like, a family

and kids and stuff,

but then I go like...

I don't know if I'd

be good at it.

My name is Sanaa

mastourch fairouza.

My first professional kill

was at the age of eight.

Why did you start so young?

I am the only child of

rahmat noushzad fairouza,

one of the world's

most feared assassins.

They call him "the nightmare."

People automatically

assume that I benefit

from sharing my father's name, but

I don't feel that that's true.

I just want to be

recognized for my skill.

Killing Gunther's my chance

to make a name for myself

and prove I am more than

just my father's daughter.

Holy sh*t!

Did you see that shot?! Huh?!

That's my little girl!

Representing! Representing!

Gimme some! Gimme some!

Hi. My name is Gabe beales.

I run tech ops and intel,

technology operations

and intelligence.

I'm sort of new to the

professional killer game,

just, like, assassins

and killing people,

but there's just way more money

in it than standard hacking,

and I'm fascinated

by the culture.

My nickname is "the

human computer."

There's no system I can't crack.

Oh, crap! That's not good.

I'm kind of like a

Gunther superfan.

I'm obsessed with him.

He's the greatest hitman ever.

Everyone knows who he

is, but no one does.

He's the boogeyman.

I'm just excited to meet him.

Just, you know, walk

up and shake his hand.

And then,

you know, watch

everyone kill him.

And then there's

our secret weapon.

Ashley.

I'm Ashley.

Ashley is my mentor,

sort of father figure.

Took me under his wing,

guided me, trained me.

Made me the man I am today.

He taught me everything he

knows about the killing game,

which is a lot, because he's

been at it for a very, very,

very long time.

- But the old man's just

as deadly as ever.

Go home to your family, child.

With Ashley onboard, there's

no way we can fail.

That Gunther, he

double-crossed me.

I swear, if I ever see him...

If I ever see him again...

So, Ashley has had

a heart attack.

The doctors say that he will...

he will be okay,

but that he needs to be off of

his feet for at least a month.

Hey, Gabe.

Kind of trying to

talk here, bud.

- Now that you've lost your secret weapon...

- -Sorry.

- Are you gonna call it off?

- No.

No, we're fine. We're

just going to need...

Gabe, Gabe, come away from the

water fountain. Come away.

Come back here. Read a magazine.

Sorry. I'm not mad at you, okay?

- I just...

- it's okay.

We're gonna need to find

a little more help.

We reached out to all the,

uh, hitmen, contract killers

that we knew and trusted.

Got a lot of noes.

Almost all noes.

But a few bites,

and they're pretty raw, but...

they're all loose

cannons. They're maniacs.

They're descent-ish, and we

need all the help we can get.

- They're average.

- Who's coming first?

- Izzat.

- "Crusher"? Nice!

Izzat bukhari is a

former extremist

who's gone into

business for himself.

He's still building his

portfolio as a hitman,

so he agreed to a

secret meeting with us.

Normally, you want to meet in a

discreet place like this, so...

- who the f*** is this, Blake?!

- Why is there a goddamn camera on me?!

- -Put the camera down!

- Blake, you got two seconds to explain this sh*t!

- Okay! Put the camera down!

- Sorry, they're with us.

- -What do you mean, "they're with us"?

I mean that's our crew.

Why the f*** do we

have a camera crew?

I did not explain that, and

that is completely my fault.

- I apologize.

- Damn it!

- Crusher!

- All right.

Name's iz. Izzat.

People call me crusher

'cause of this.

- I crush things.

I just don't really

like that name.

Sort of reminds me of the frat

guys I went to school with.

I lost the arm, uh, in

a suicide, um, bomb.

Not my suicide bomb, someone

else's suicide bomb.

I was helping him put it on,

and he was fidgeting, and,

uh... Yada, yada, yada.

- I would lose an arm for that.

- So cool.

Oh, man.

Yeah, it clenches when

i run out of battery.

Either of you have a android

or a lg charger or something?

- Um...

- I have a 6s charger.

Yeah, no, it's not

apple-compatible.

We've also set a meeting

with pak yong qi,

who is a unique kind of killer.

But I knew yong would

be excited to join up,

because he has a personal

beef with Gunther.

It's Blake! It's Blake!

They're with us! It's okay.

I almost threw

this in your face.

I'm glad you did not.

- This is acid.

- Yeah.

- You would've...

- it would have been a bummer.

Gunther killed my best

friend, Mr. slick.

And I will have my revenge.

Your best friend

was also a hitman?

He was a snake.

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