Wanted Page #2

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You stay back from me.

I have a gun, sir.

All right?

My name is Sloan.

This is Fox.

And all others you see around you are all very good at killing.

So if I were you, I'd keep your gun pointed at me,

you don't want it pointed at any of them.

That's better.

You're insane.

No. Insanity is wasting your life for a nothing

when you have a blood of a killer floating in veins.

Insanity is being shitted on, beated down.

Coasting through life in a miserable existence

when you have a caged lion locked inside you and the key to release it.

This gun you holding is an Imanishi-17, it belonged to your father.

He could conduct a symphony orchestra with it.

And you going to use it and to kill that man who shot him down and called blood.

The same man who tried to kill you tonight.

Your father was one of us. A fraternity of assassins. The weapons of fate.

We've transferred all his savings over to you.

And let me I show you their awesome ...

It is your long avoided destiny.

To join us.

Back off. Back off.

You don't know anything about me.

Stay away from me. Stay away from me!

Would you stay away from me?

Would you stay away from me, please?

You let me through?

You know, when you have a dream...

And you're have awake.

But it still in a fridge in your brain.

Then you're open your eyes you so then glad it was a dream?

This was nothing like that.

One second, thank you.

Ok.

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Sh*t!

Wesley!

What's up with you?

What do you mean?

Ah, you... you're here early.

Is that... Is that... you seem pepped up. You're all right?

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

I guess I feel... kind of different.

Whatever. I'm gonna get some boosteners do you want?

No.

Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

Jesus age f***ing popsicle!

I still don't have my billing reports.

But you have time to sit here and google you ass off...

Fine, but know a thing. You got your review coming up next week.

And can't wait to start checking me off some big f***ing boxes.

Attitude:
poor.

Performance:
poor.

Management skills: poor.

Works well with others? Ha, it's a f***ing joke.

What is this bullshit?

Who is this prick?

Some looser gets a bullet on a roof top of Metropolitan...

Shut the f*** up!!!

She has one single iota of tenuous power.

And you think you can push everyone around?

You don't need this.

I understand.

Junior high must mean kind of tough.

But it doesn't give you the right to threat your coworkers as a horse sh*t, Janice.

I know, we laugh at you, Janice.

We all know you keeping stashing jelly doughnuts on the top of your desk.

But I want you to know...

If you weren't such a b*tch we'd feel sorry for you.

I do feel sorry for you. But as it's damaged what you behave...

I feel like I can speak for the entire office... I want to tell you...

Go f*** yourself.

Yeah. This was great, bro! Who's the man?

F*** YO

I'm the man.

Hi!

Yeah!

It's... It's a bad idea.

Couldn't find your keys, ha?

It'll be handy, can you teach me that?

I'd might need that.

So Fox, right?

What's that?

Like Maverick, Topgun?

You could tell me, but you'd got to kill me?

I'm just kidding.

Check and control rotation on this STB, should be three hundred per minute.

This kind of ... got to be 4000.

Hey you! This is pretty awesome.

Ah?

Is it a front?

Front for what?

I don't know. Assassinate suite?

You may think this is the front for something.

All I can tell you, this is a textile we own.

George, George! Go help Peter up there.

This is textile we own. And a damn good one.

Yeah, I get it. Keep that bullshit, right?

But we know these guys are killers, don't they?

If you own me some answers...

All right, clearly I don't understand, but...

Do you make sweaters, or you kill people?

Is it not a lot of questions on the coffee?

Are you sure you ready for the answers?

Yes, I'm sure.

Yeah, I can't come back.

Go to my life.

He's all yours.

We're up.

How are you doing? I'm the Repairman.

What do you repair?

A lifetime of bad habits.

Okay.

Would you do me a favor?

Thus put your own if you mind to your back.

Ah, it's okay.

I don't know...

Just put on your back.

Is this okay?

Just relax.

It's a part of it?

Here we go.

You don't put bag over my head?

No. There's no need for a bag.

It's not too tight, is it?

No, that's... nice.

Why did you come here, Wesley?

Well you brought me here, you remember?

What the f*** you do that for?

How many punches did the Repairman throb before ... ?

Oh I haven't spend a lifetime having my face smashed down before, all right?

Did you spend lot of time with knives?

Breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It was a rhetorical question, Uno.

You interrupt me again, I use of ... nose out.

You ... only got to need, puto, Knives are easy to hide.

They own germs and they never run out of bullets.

They cruel and handy... when you gotta do some close contacts.

What the f***?

Come in.

Come in!

Go try to cut me.

What?

Try to cut me.

Hey, just put it to me here.

Be careful with that, it's sharp!

Just stick, and... stick.

Why?

And...

Seriously, then I can hurt you!

Okay.

P*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy.

You are p*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy.

You're p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy, I gotta help you with that for a human condition.

F*** that! You're p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy!

You p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy!

Go, p*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy!

Hi. How are you doing?

F***!

Just a moment.

Sorry.

Hey, hey, come back, hey!

You must drink. Drink that.

Here... It's cold...

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What is this?

This is the recovery room.

These bath stimulates blood cells and speed up the bruises.

Injures, briuses, cuts, breaks heal in hours, not days.

Are you shitting me?

What is this, Vodka?

Yeah.

Are you russian?

Yeah.

Get up.

This is the gunsmith.

He knows more about that piece than anybody else and going to teach you how to use it.

How are you doing?

Pretty good.

You know, Richard broke his leg.

Oh, really?

Yeah. In a three places.

How he did it?

Jumped off from building.

Yeah. Bad one.

Oh my god.

Oh my god, you guys did it so realistic.

And he said that they not even let him out.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

Hey, we can't shoot in a dead woman!

She might be somebody's mom!

You need to know what is it like to put a bullet in a body.

Why are you here?

You know, I... I thought I'm learning for a kind of super-assassin.

You know, If I wanted get beat up I would to stay to my cubicle, you know?

F***.

All right, shoot the target.

From there.

You want me shoot through Wilbur?

No I want you to curve the bullet.

How am I supposed to do that?

It's not a question of "how".

It's a question of "what".

If no one told you that bullets flew straight.

And I'd gave you a gun and told you to hit the target, what would you do?

Let your instincts guide you.

How the hell did you do that?

Can you do that? You do that. Hello?

Hey, I can't get, this is rail training?

Then is.

Where it is go?

Come on!

Get go!

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

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