Yeah!
(CHUCKLES)
First time in your life, Wesley, you're in control.
(GUN FIRES)
Shoot the target.
You're crazy.
(HEART BEATING)
(HEART BEATING FAST)
(HEARTBEAT SLOWS DOWN)
Welcome to the Fraternity.
SLOAN: We call this the Loom of Fate.
After today, you will never set foot in here again.
Why not?
Because, like an apostle,
your task is not to interpret, but to deliver.
Every culture in history has a secret code,
one you won't find in traditional texts.
A thousand years ago,
a clan of weavers discovered a mystical language hidden in the fabric.
They called themselves the Fraternity.
I'll be honest with you, all I see are threads.
Come here.
Look there.
Do you see that one thread that missed the weave
and lies on top of the others?
- Like a mistake? - No, it's a code.
If the vertical thread is on top, it's a one.
If it's below, it's a zero.
Binary code?
What does it say?
It's a name.
A target.
Where do the names come from?
Come out of a necessity, Wesley.
A necessity to maintain balance in the world.
They are orders that must be executed,
entrusted to us so that we might forge stability out of chaos.
This one is yours.
I don't...
Look, I thought you brought me here to kill Cross.
You will.
In time.
This is your first assignment.
The loom provides,
I interpret,
you deliver.
You want me to kill Robert Deane Darden?
Not me.
Fate.
FOX: The target will be in the conference room, sitting at the head chair.
There are six windows.
You will shoot through the fifth.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Fifth window.
Now.
(GUN COCKING)
(HEART BEATING)
(HEART BEATING FASTER)
WESLEY: What did he do that he deserves to die?
You don't know.
I don't know if he was bad, I don't know if he was evil.
I don't know anything about him.
We get our orders from a loom.
Fate.
And we're supposed to take it on faith that what we're doing is right.
Killing someone we know nothing about,
I don't know if I can do that.
About 20 years ago,
there was this girl.
Her dad was a federal judge,
so she probably had it in her mind that she was gonna follow in his footsteps.
So she's home one Christmas,
and her dad's on this big racketeering case.
The defendants want to get a softer judge.
One they can buy off.
So they hire this guy,
Max Petridge,
get him to pay her father a visit.
And the way he pays people a visit
is to break in
(INAUDIBLE)
and tie up their loved ones,
and force them to watch
while he burns his targets alive.
And then he takes a wire hanger and twists it round
and brands his initials into each one of them so they will never ever forget.
After I was recruited into the Fraternity,
I found out that Max Petridge's name had come up
weeks before the federal judge was killed,
and that a Fraternity member had failed to pull the trigger.
We don't know how far the ripples of our decisions go.
You kill one, and maybe,
save a thousand.
That's the code of the Fraternity.
That's what we believe in, and that's why we do it.
Now!
Cross.
Not yet.
FOX: Your target will be in a black limo.
He always travels the same six blocks of Halsted.
You have three blocks to kill him.
(HONKING)
(OPERA PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
(GUNSHOTS)
Shit.
(HONKING)
I'm sorry.
CATHY: Barry! Could you feed Annabelle?
Barry!
Wesley. Hey, where have you been? I have really missed you, man.
Look at the big man. You fucking asshole! What?
What? You don't show up for weeks,
now you're just gonna stop by and use the bathroom?
You think you're a real big shot now, huh?
No. You know what? You are nothing!
No, you are less than nothing.
You're not even half the man that Barry is.
Barry, he pleases me in ways that you've never even heard of!
Who the hell is she, Wesley? Your new whore?
Is that what it takes now? You're paying for it?
(HEART BEATING)
Wesley?
He's the man.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- Yeah. I'm okay. - Go sit down. I'm gonna find a car.
Big night. I got to get into recovery.
(RATS SQUEAKING)
(CHUCKLING)
Shit.
Fuck!
(HONKING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(HEART BEATING)
(HEART BEATING FASTER)
(HEART BEATING RAPIDLY)
(HEART BEATING SLOWER)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GUN COCKING)
Bull's -eye.
REPAIRMAN: What's he doing here?
(GUNSHOTS)
- FOX: Come on! - Come on. Just stay with us.
FOX: Pull back his jacket.
(COUGHING)
REPAIRMAN: Breathe. Breathe, all right?
(GASPING)
FOX: It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
A thousand.
REPAIRMAN: Come on!
- Come on! - FOX: No! No! Stay with us.
- Come on. - GUNSMITH: Open your eyes!
REPAIRMAN: Come on!
FOX: Come on!
Come on!
(GROANING)
This bullet is the first traceable bullet he's ever used.
It was made by this man. His name is Pekwarsky.
He works out of what is now a monastery in Eastern Moravia.
This place is where the Fraternity was born.
He's taunting me.
He's sending me a message.
I'm gonna send him one back.
He's trapping you.
Leading you to a place he knows very well.
Look, I know this. I...
This is what you trained me for.
You can't go alone.
I go alone or he doesn't show. He's not stupid.
Look, a member of the Fraternity is dead because of me.
SLOAN: Okay.
Go.
Thank you.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Your next assignment.
Pekwarsky?
WESLEY: Shit.
What are you doing here?
(GUN COCKING)
FOX: Lower your gun.
(SIGHS)
WESLEY: You recognise this?
I pulled this out of my shoulder.
The guy who put it there killed my father.
Now, I know you made it, so tell me where he is.
I did mould this, but I can't be responsible for the people who use them.
I don't give a shit. Tell me where he is.
Look at my finger.
I can try and arrange a meet.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)
Have you ever thought about doing things differently?
How do you mean?
I don't know.
Being somebody else.
Somebody normal.
No.
(WOMAN EXCLAIMS)
Shit.
WESLEY: Out of the way!
(HEART BEATING)
(HEART BEATING FASTER)
(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)
Stay.
Hey!
He's on the train.
He's alone.
CROSS: Thank you.
(EXCLAIMS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Sorry. I'm sorry. Sit down!
Sir, sit down! Nobody's gonna get hurt.
Sir, sit... Sit down! Sir, sit down!
(HONKING)
Get out of the way! Sit down! Stay down! Stay down!
Stay down! It's okay! Sit down!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(WHISPERING) Wesley.
Out of the way! Out of the way!
(SCREAMING)
(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
WESLEY: No, no, no!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Wesley, listen to me.
Shut the fuck up!
You don't get to talk to me.
Everything they told you was a lie.
Shut up, you lying piece of shit. You shut the fuck up.
You are my son.
(GASPING)
What did you say?
What did you say to me?
(CROSS EXHALES)
Is it true?
Yes.
Why did you make me do this?
Because you are the only person he wouldn't kill.
(SNIFFING)
You knew, God damn it.
You knew the entire time.
Well, his name came up.
So did yours.
(HEART BEATING)
No, it was okay. Never mind.
No. No, it was complete shit.
I promised your father I'd bring you back here.
What the fuck?
He said it was the only way you'd believe.
Your father was never more than a camera click away.
That's me.
He was my father.
And I killed him.
To your father, protecting you was worth giving up his life.
Protect me?
He was trying to fucking kill me!
No. He wasn't trying to kill you.
He was trying to rescue you.
PEKWARSKY: When Cross left the Fraternity,
Sloan hunted you down.
Ever since Fox had her teeth in you, he's been trying to separate you from them.
Your father never wanted you in the Fraternity, Wesley.
He wanted a different path for you,
with things that he could never have.
A home.
- Peace. - No.
He hoped you would find your own way.
Your father got hold of this.
Decipher it yourself.
Sloan began manufacturing targets of his own for profit years ago.
Your father found out about it.
And he was going to do something about it on his own, right?
But Sloan turned everyone against him.
WESLEY: My father's name never even came up, did it?
No. Holding to the code made him a target.
Yes.
- You want me to run? - No.
I want you to live.
You can have a different life, Wesley.
Like your father wanted for you.
We trained him well.
WESLEY: My father was wrong about one thing.
Everything they told me wasn't a lie.
They taught me how to kill, how to feel no pain,
and most importantly, that every job has a perfect weapon.
Well, I'm the perfect weapon.
And I'm supposed to run?
No, I've been doing that my entire life.
So I say no.
I say kill them all and let fate sort out the mess.
(SQUEAKING)
Kill him.
(SQUEAKING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
He's here!
(GUN CLICKS)
(WATCH BEEPING)
(SQUEAKS)
(HEART BEATING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SCREAMING)
(WHOOSHING)
(SCREAMS)
(GUNSHOTS)
BUTCHER: Pussy.
Pussy, pussy.
(BUTCHER EXCLAIMS)
Pussy, pussy.
Pussy.
(KNIFE CLINKS)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUN FIRES)
Sloan!
My father wasn't a traitor.
This is a kill order.
And it's got Sloan's name on it.
What did you say to me?
It's a name. It's a target.
I don't want this person dead.
Fate does.
(LAUGHS) Fate wanted you dead.
And he couldn't take it.
So he started manufacturing his own targets for his own gains.
And that's when my dad found out and decided to stand against him.
And that's when you sent a man's son
to kill his father.
You're not an assassin of fate, Sloan.
You're just a thug who can bend bullets.
Is that true?
Here is what the truth is.
Your name came up.
Your name.
Yours.
Everyone in this room.
If I had not done what I did,
you would all be dead.
I saved your lives.
Now look where we are. We are stronger than ever.
Changing the course of history as we see it.
Choosing the targets we select.
We can redistribute power where we see fit.
The wolves rule.
Not the sheep.
Now, if any of you feel the need to follow the code
of the Fraternity to the letter,
I invite you to take your gun,
put it in your mouth and pull the trigger.
That is what Wesley demands.
Otherwise,
shoot this motherfucker
and let us take our Fraternity of Assassins to heights
reserved only for the gods of men.
You choose.
Fuck the code.
(HEART BEATING)
(HEART BEATING FASTER)
Sloan!
(HEART BEATING RAPIDLY)
Sloan!
(HEART BEATING SLOWER)
WESLEY: Six weeks ago, I was ordinary and pathetic.
Just like you.
But who am I now?
Account manager?
Assassin?
Or just another tool who was mind-fucked into killing his father?
I am all of these.
And I am none of these.
Who am I now?
This is not me fulfilling my destiny.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
This is not me following in my father's footsteps.
This is definitely not me saving the world.
(GUN COCKING)
Still trying to figure out who you are?
WESLEY: This is not me.
This is just a motherfucking decoy.
Oh, fuck.
(GRUNTS)
WESLEY: This is me taking control.
From Sloan,
from the Fraternity,
from Janice, from billing reports,
from ergonomic keyboards,
from cheating girlfriends and sack-of-shit best friends.
This is me taking back control
of my life.
What the fuck have you done lately?
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)