Mr. Right Page #5

Martha.

Martha. There's two guys here

from the FBI to see you.

Are you in there?

Uh...

His name is Francis munch.

Formerly one of the world's most

notorious professional killers.

He's been in the game

since he was a teenager.

Trained at various programs,

privatized,

became a bullet-for-hire

and just a meat grinder

of a man.

About two years ago, munch had

a nervous breakdown and quit.

He quit? Why?

The guy has something close

to emotions, always has.

Guilt. Remorse.

We're guessing these feelings

just finally caught up with him.

If he's not a hit man anymore, why

did he kill that guy on the bridge?

We think he developed

a kind of moral code.

He's still notorious.

People still try to hire him,

but now he kills them.

He kills the people

who hire him?

Yeah.

Because murder is wrong.

That's insane.

I would say that's

a reasonable diagnosis, yes.

Is this the place where we...

The restaurant, yeah.

He said he killed a guy in the parking lot.

I thought he was joking.

I mean, how dangerous is he?

Well... well, now...

How dangerous?

There's no kind of chart.

If there was,

I'd say he's near the top.

He's just... gifted.

Frighteningly gifted.

NSA, Interpol, FBI have made a combined

nine attempts to take him into custody

in the last two years.

Every direct confrontation has ended

in absolute, unmitigated disaster.

He dances in,

a storm of bullets and chaos,

and he dances out.

So now what?

If he makes

any attempt to contact you,

you call us immediately.

You get it?

Please leave a message

at the tone.

Martha, it's me.

Um, I know the smart move here

is to give you

some time and some space,

but I need to see you and I'm...

I'm coming over.

Okay?

I'm coming over.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Everything okay?

Everything is great.

Okay.

Do you think I'm in danger?

We think he's in danger.

A man he killed has a lot of

dangerous people backing him up.

But then so did the Pirrellos, and

it didn't help them none. Who?

A little syndicate

in New Jersey.

Drugs.

Heroin mainly.

Tried to hire munch,

and he killed 'em all.

Only a guy from the Cartigan

family made it out.

John...

Tom...

No.

I forget his name. No.

You misunderstand. I'm...

Do you think

I'm in any danger from him?

Well,

when you're a contract

killer, you have no friends.

You barely ever talk to anyone.

Just spend hours

in endless motels,

cars,

planes,

just sitting there,

staring at nothing.

But around you,

his behavior is unique.

He expresses himself.

Emotions.

Other than that blank, happy

thing he's got going on.

You're the one person he's had any

kind of meaningful interaction with

that didn't end in a bullet.

So, are you safe?

Are you in danger?

Well, let me put it

to you this way...

You're clearly an asset to him.

Which makes you an asset to me.

So you can sleep tight, Martha.

What the f***, man?

This beauty's yours.

What the f***

I supposed to do with this?

It's simple.

Bullets come out that end.

They hit people

and then people die.

This is like some

world war ii-ass old shotgun.

You said this guy's a supersonic

psycho killer, right?

You want me to go out like I'm

duck hunting on this motherf***er?

I'm sorry, Steve.

It was the best that we

could do on short notice.

He has no idea we're coming. Walk up

to the guy, shoot him in the face.

Seen crackheads in Brooklyn

with better guns.

A cocksucker like you

could do it.

You watch your f***ing mouth, you

blinged out, Cajun green goblin.

Look at this sh*t.

I'm like Elmer f***ing Fudd,

man.

Oh, really?

A grenade?

I taught you that one, Francis.

Oi, mate.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Oh.

I know, I know.

Is this guy dead, or...

Just unconscious.

Mm-hmm.

I'm really sorry.

Okay.

Do you have any... you

have a bathtub, right?

Hey, I'm not sure, um,

that you should be here.

'Cause...

I don't know,

I feel really confused,

and... like, we should

probably take a break.

What do you m...

A break?

Okay.

Okay.

No, wait, wait.

What? What?

Okay, like, this whole reverse

hit man thing is like...

It's weird. I know.

Awkward.

I kill a whole bunch of people.

But they suck?

They're, like, bad people?

But that's not an excuse.

I should stop.

I'm just panic-rationalizing

this to myself.

Honey, you are, but you're doing great.

Really good.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Okay, whatever.

- What the f***?

- Hey, Sophie.

Hey, buddy.

- Is he dead?

Oh, he's just taking a nap.

I can see him breathing.

What the f***?

You gonna take

the east side, right?

Yeah. I see anything,

I'll let you know.

Sh*t! Sh*t.

Hey, uh, Knox,

look, we got trouble.

Twelve uglies heading in the

building right now. Knox? You copy?

- Who the hell is Knox?

- He's, uh, the FBI guy.

FBI?

No, no, no.

That guy hopper's

a seriously mean bad guy.

Haven't seen him in a while. He looks

different every time. Who is he?

It's a long story.

After I left the agency,

he was...

We used to work together.

We were really close.

And then I said, "I don't wanna kill

people" and he was like, "you have to."

- He blew up a building on me in Serbia.

- What?

So he's not with the FBI? Nope.

We're gonna be fine.

Oh, Francis, I just...

What?

What did you call me?

Did you just call me...

He told you my name?

Motherf***er! Motherf***er!

F***ing motherf***er!

That was unnecessary. I'm sorry. Let's go.

No, I'm not gonna go.

- Wh-why not? - 'Cause you're a

criminal, and you lied to me.

- You can't go with him. He just killed

a cop. - Shut your face. Thank you.

I never lied to you.

Not once.

Martha, listen... I guess...

yeah, that's true.

I mean, I did think you

were joking, in fairness.

- Martha, we should call the police now.

- Please.

- I-I'm gonna shoot you in the armpit.

- Great, great. Can't wait.

- I would never do that. - You brought

a dead body into our home! Hello!

How about if I

shoot you in the eye?

- I'm not talking to you right now.

- I would never do that.

- I'm pretending. - We could be

dead in an hour! Martha. Martha!

- Get off of me!

- Live in there now, in silence.

I'll let you out later.

I never lied to you.

What do you want from me? I'm here.

That's real. I don't know though.

'Cause you show up, and you're,

like, the greatest thing ever,

and then you kill people.

And this guy's from the FBI,

but then he's not from the FBI.

And I don't know. It's just

overwhelming, you know?

I don't think it's healthy.

F*** you guys! Nobody's norm...

nobody's normal. Nobody's healthy.

Listen. We don't have time. So

you've gotta decide now. Okay?

I love you. What are you gonna

do for the rest of your life?

You and me. You're all I got.

Am I being crazy?

Am I nuts?

Let's do this. This is it. Now, honey.

We gotta do this now.

Oh, my god, stop talking.

I'm totally into it.

- Yeah?

- You're both f***ing insane!

Let's go.

This is gonna be tough.

Why?

I can't kill anybody. Last time I killed

somebody, you really freaked out.

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