A thousand years ago...
A clan of weavers formed a secret society of assassins.
They silently carried out executions to restore order to a world on the brink of chaos.
They called themselves the fraternity.
Six weeks ago...
It's my anorexic boss' Birthday
This means a certain amount of preasure to stand around a conference table
eating crappy food and pretending to worship her
acting for five minutes like Janis doent make all of our lives miserable
is the hardest work I'll do all day
My job title is account manager
I use to be called and account service representative
But a consultant told us we need to manage our clients
and not service them
I have a girlfriend whom I neither manage nor service
Thats my best friend Barry fucking her on an Ikea table I picked up for a very good price
Im finding it hard to care about anything these days
In fact, the only thing I do care about is the fact that I can't care about anything.
It seriously worries me?
My name is Wesley Gibson.
My dad walked out my mom when I was seven days old.
Sometimes I wonder if he ever looked in my baby blue eyes and ask himself:
Did I just father the most insignificant asshole of the 21st century?
If you could consignments to me by the twenty-eighth
Yeah. Do you have the numbers in front of you?
Relax. If your name came up you'd be dead already.
We had some unexpected losses recently.
We'd like to know.
Where our competitor is getting his ammunition.
It's clean.
Meaning?
Meaning it's untraceable.
Your compeditor is very smart
Get down!
No one leaves the fraternity, Cross.
I have a new prospective on a fraternity.
Careful. You don't destroy something thats been around for a 1000 years.
It's already destroyed. He broke the code.
I have to stop this.
Really?
You know this.
So why you don't face me yourself?
Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.
They were just a decoys.
Good bye, Mister X.
Never send a sheep to kill a wolf.
They were just a decoys.
Wesley!
What is it?
What do you mean what is it? Listen!
How am I supposed to sleep through this fucking racket?
When are we gonna move so we don't have to wake up at that shit?
I kinda like it.
It helps to drain out the sound of your annoying fucking voice.
Now please let me sleep.
Have you even thought about our talk?
Yeah.
Which one?
Perfect.
That's perfect.
Feed Annabelle.
Oh my fucking god!
I hope that's not my billing report sitting on your desk.
Holly shit on an alter it is.
I want that report on my desk in one hour.
Okay everybody. We're all delayed for a hour.
Want to hear something sad?
I need an ergonomic keyboard to keep my repetative stress injury in check.
Just a fact that I repeat something enough that causes me stress is fucking sad.
Nice job dude.
Have you seen Barry?
he had to go to the dentist. Again.
Yes! Ah! Barry! Ahhh!
Do you think, they have that morning after pill here?
thing works, you crush it up in her omelet. "Hey baby, breakfast in bed". Never be to safe.
Oh, god!
I lost my wallet somewhere.
All this together?
No... no...
Yes.
He is the man.
Which is it?
Oh, plus this.
$20.42
Watermelon.
Chicks dig it.
Thanks.
See you next time.
Have a good time.
Love these energy drinks, man.
I'm almost on kind of like an energy drink cleans.
One for breakfast, then two or three for a lunch...
I am the man.
Yeah, right, Barry, I am the man.
in fact, I'm so much the man I have a standing perscription
for medication to control my anxiety attacks.
God, I wish to add something else to relieve my stress!
Hello, Wesley!
You know, there are people. Beatiful people.
You just wish they could see you in a different setting, a different place.
Instead of where you are, what you've become.
Nicole is so hot!
What?
Boom nows the time lad!
But most of you wish you weren't such a pussy
for wishing for things that are never change.
Good god of mine!
You're over here like in spring fucking breaking
and I still don't have that billing report.
Why would you to keep you around, Wesley?
I'll get done, Janice.
Oh, like I've never heard that before.
I'll get it done
I'll get in done, Janice.
I am sorry!
Fuck that sorry, I don't need sorry, I've hired you to get things done.
You know what the best thing is about the end of a day?
Tomorrow it starts all over again.
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you're broke. Your best friend is fucking your girlfriend. YOU KNOW IT. YOU ARE TOO BIG A PUSSY. DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
Corret Incorrect
Hi.
I am sorry?
You apologize too much.
Sorry about that.
I knew your father.
My father left the week I was born, so...
Your father died yesterday on the roof top of the Metropolitan building.
Sorry.
Look, the liquor is around just over there, so ...
Your father was one of the great assassins who ever lived.
The man who killed him is behind you.
Sorry.
Oh, Oh my god! Oh my god! What the fuck just happened?
Shit!
Pleas, Please drive faster!
Please be quiet.
Please drive faster!
Quiet.
Please, understand that I care about my life!
I don't know what the fuck you did to piss this guy off,
but can you let me out and call the cops?
Ah!
What are you doing?
Shit!
I think we lost him.
I think we lost him. could you let me out at the next corner please.
Oh! Wow!
Shit!
Oh, shit.
He is right there!
Look I'm an accountant, just an accountant.
He's fucking persistant, you know?
What the fuck?
You kick his ass!
You gotta shoot him!
What are you doing? What are you shooting the car for?
Are you crazy?
Grab the wheel.
Oh, shit! Where are you going?
You, get... Get back right here!
I'm Sorry
gun?
What?
Under the seat!
Here!
Look out! Look out!
Oh my god! Shiiiit!
I am sorry!
Shit!
Hello!
I have... I dont have any money.
I thought he'd be taller.
Taller?
Sir... sir, I've been try to explain that lady here I'm an accountant...
I'm income service representative, I'm an account manager... and... and..
I'm sure that if you would call my boss Janice she'd fill you in on whatever...
went wrong you can contact her by email... she...
Shoot the wings off the flies.
I don't know what that means.
Shoot the wings off the flies.
I really think you have me mixed up with somebody else...
On three. Either you shoot or I do.
One.
Okay.
Two.
I can't even see them!
Three.
impossible.
A lot of things for you were impossible before today.
What you experienced Wesley was not a panic attach.
Your heart was beating in excess of 400 beats per minute.
Sending abundant amounts of adrenaline into your blood stream.
This allows you to see and react faster than normal.
Only a few people in the world can do that.
Your father could do it.
And you can do it.
With a little work you will find how to control these attacks.
Stay away from me.
You stay back from me.
I have a gun, sir.
All right?
My name is Sloan.
This is Fox.
And the 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 nothing
when you have a blood of a killer flowing in veins.
Insanity is being shit on, beat 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 cold 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 assure you they are substantial ...
It is your long awaited 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 half awake.
But it still in a fringe of your brain.
Then you open your eyes and you're so damn glad it was a dream?
This was nothing like that.
One second, thank you.
Ok.
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Shit!
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 postit notes you want one?
No.
Really?
Yeah.
Okay.
Jesus-H fucking popsicle!
I still don't have my billing reports.
But you have time to sit here and google you ass off...
Well I know one thing. You got your review coming up next week.
And I can't wait to start checking me off some big fucking boxes.
Attitude: poor.
Performance: poor.
Management skills: poor.
Works well with others? Ha, thats a fucking joke.
What is this bullshit?
Who is this prick?
Some looser gets his head blown off on the roof top of Metropolitan...
Shut the fuck up!!!
She has one single iota of tenuous power.
She thinks she can push everyone around?
You don't need this.
I understand.
Junior high must have been kind of tough.
But it doesn't give you the right to threat your coworkers as a horse shit, Janice.
I know, we laugh at you, Janice.
We all know you keep a stash of jelly doughnuts in the top of your desk.
But I want you to know...
If you weren't such a bitch we'd feel sorry for you.
I do feel sorry for you. But as it's stands, the way you behave...
I feel like I can speak for the entire office... when I tell you...
Go fuck yourself.
Yeah. That was great, bro! Who's the man?
FUCK YOU
I'm the man.
Hi!
Yeah!
It's... It's a bad idea.
Couldn't find your keys, huh?
That could be handy, you gonna teach me that?
I'd might need that.
So Fox, right?
What's that? Is that a call sign?
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 weave the opposing thread should to be 4000.
Hey you! This is pretty awesome.
Is it a front?
Front for what?
I don't know. Assassination?
You may think this is the front for something.
All I can tell you, this is a textile mill.
George, George! Go help Peter up there.
This is textile mill. And a damn good one.
Yeah, that's cute. but thats bullshit, right?
I mean all these guys are killers, aren't they?
I think you own me some answers...
All right, clearly I don't understand, but...
Do you make sweaters, or do you kill people?
(RUSSIAN) eat my boy, eat.
thats an aweful lot of questions over coffee?
Are you sure you're ready for the answers?
Yes, I'm sure.
Yeah, I can't go back.
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?
Just put your arms behind your back.
Ah, it's okay.
I don't know...
Just put on your back.
Is this okay?
Just relax.
Is this part of it?
there we go.
You gonna 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 fuck you do that for?
How many punches did the Repairman throw before he was counting sheep ?
you know, I haven't spend a lot of time having my face smashed down before, all right?
you spend lot of time with knives?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
It was a rhetorical question, Uno.
You interrupt me again, I use the buisness end
Heres what you need to know, puto, Knives are easy to hide.
They dont jam and they never run out of bullets.
They come in handy... when you gotta do some close contact work.
What the fuck?
Come in.
Come in!
you try to cut me.
What?
Try to cut me.
Hey, just ... stick me here. Be careful with that, it's sharp!
Just stick, and... stick, and... Why?
Seriously, then I can hurt you!
Okay.
Pussy. I'm not a pussy.
You are pussy.
I'm not a pussy. You pussy.
I'm not a pussy, I gotta heathy respect for the human condition.
Fuck that, you're pussy! I'm not a pussy!
You pussy! I'm not a pussy.
Come on, pussy! I'm not a fucking pussy!
Hi. How are you doing?
Fuck!
Just a moment.
Sorry.
Hey, hey, come back, hey!
You must drink. Drink yeah.
(RUSSIAN) Cold
What is this?
This is the recovery room.
This bath stimulates white blood cells and speed up the process.
if you have 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 a piece than anybody and he's 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 did he do it?
Jumped off a building.
he gonna be ok?
Yeah. pretty bad though.
Oh my god.
Oh my god, you guys did it so realistic.
He's been in a recovery like for three days, and they say they not even going to let him out.
Oh my god.
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 was learning to be some kind of super-assassin.
You know, If I wanted to get beat up I would have stayed in my cubicle, you know?
Fuck.
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 think thats a real train
it is.
fucking asshole!
Come on!
lets go!
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Oh god, I feel... I feel...
I feel... I feel kind of good.
He got Rictors.
Perfect shot.
Impossible angle.
Cross is taking us out one by one.
Wesley is the only one who can get to him.
Cross gets closer with each hour.
Get back to work.
Do you see that?
Aha.
it's a shuttle.
I want you to try to catch it.
You want me to stick my hand in there?
Yes. I want you to catch it.
you want to put a gun to my head? I can slow things down like with the fly.
You need to learn to control that by yourself.
This is bullshit! Fuck this!
How is it going today, Wesley?
You know... Fuck the loom, fuck the Repairman.
I can shoot the wings off the back of the fly!
I'm ready!
You will ready when Fox says you ready.
Who puts her in charge?
I did.
Wesley.
People think you use cheese to catch this beauties.
But they go apeshit for peanut butter.
Your farther was a big fan of this.
Watch!
Right...
Plastic explosive of peanut butter.
Sorry, Mickey.
Five... four... three... two... one...
Hey.
Hey, Russian!
Good for that one.
Imagine if you had a thousand?
they really fucked you didn't they?
What the hell did they do to you?
Threw you in front of a moving train for no reason?
Beat the shit out of you?
You know, you can say it this place is bullshit.
This is bullshit, ha? Bullshit?
Repairman in five minutes.
Heads ... out of a question.
Fuck.
You are wasting my fucking time. Why are you here?
I don't know, so hit me.
Why are you here?
I had a shit life, so why wouldn't I?
I wanna kick your fucking ass!
What do you want me to say?
Why are you here?
I don't know!
why are you here?
Why are you here?
I don't know why I'm here.
Why are you here?
I dont know who I am
What did you say?
I said I don't know who I am.
Do you really want to know who you are?
Yeah, It's my room.
No.
This was your father's room.
What happened?
A member of this fraternity went rogue.
Cross...
He started by killing the one man who was better than him.
Your father.
Blind sided him ... on a roof top.
Betrayed him.
Everything in this room books, weapons, clothes belonged to him.
Now they belong to you.
Find a connection in this room, Wesley.
Maybe the only way of finding out who who you are.
Now I know why I could never care about anything before this.
I was living a lie.
Finally I have a chance to step into my father's shoes.
Grow a pair.
Live the life I was born to live.
I've been pissing it all the way like it was another fucking billing report.
I've to train harder.
I have to be as good as my father.
On these shelves, Wesley, are the records of the fraternity kills.
Everything you will need to kill your target.
To kill Cross,
the man, who betrayed fraternity and murdered my father
I must prepare.
I have to become his student.
Memorise every move he ever made.
Every attack he ever executed.
When he dropped a patient in an air tight room surrounded by secret service agents.
And he took out that business man in the elevator.
His bullets untraceable of course.
but no matter what the weapon and how he eliminates his target.
He was always one chess move ahead.
One move more prepared.
One step quicker.
One shot more precise.
In fact in all my research i've found he never missed a target.
Not until me.