Yeah!
You fucking son of a bitch.
Whoo!
Ho, ho, ho! - This is fucked up.
Oh!
That's Van de Ven out of the game.
Where you at, boys?
Aah!
Bring it on!
Yeah! Fuck, yeah!
Whoo-whoo! Whoo!
Was it you, Miles?
Did you come after me?
Stay still, honey. - Did you murder my wife?
What the fuck you talking about?
Aah!
No, you don't, honey.
Good night, sugar.
We're experiencing problems with transmitting.
All units, we have reports of gunfire...
Sorry, we're completely swamped here.
What the hell's going on today?
God, I need a drink.
You drink too much
and your eyes give you away.
You damage your liver.
That's just perfect. That's just exactly what I need,
health advice from a hit man.
What are we going to do?
We have to wait until it passes through your system.
The further out of town we go, the less accurate the tracker.
It will buy us some time.
Do you mind if I ask you a question?
Why are you here?
Why are you playing?
Why all the questions?
Why do you drink so much?
Why were you sobbing like a child this morning?
Because I'm lost.
You're lost?
Try to be me.
It must be tough playing God with people's lives.
I don't play God.
If I don't do it, somebody else will.
It's just a job. Nothing more.
I don't believe you.
Otherwise, why didn't you just kill me?
I don't kill the innocent.
I'm so happy.
Did you feel that?
Please!
Where were you?
Can you hold that for me, buddy?
Huh. Howdy.
Look at you.
Joshua Harlow,
greatest assassin there ever was.
Well, I shit ya,
you're well past your best, ain't ya?
But, hey, look at the bright side-
at least you fell at the hands of this year's champion.
Look at what I did to that guy.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Jesus, Miles, you're a fucking maniac.
Thanks.
Have a drink, legend.
Trying to quit.
Just to be clear, old-timer,
these are the last few moments of your life
you're experiencing right now.
You might as well have a drink with me.
Maybe later.
Suit yourself, superstar.
Go on, now, tell me...
how many kills?
See, I love killing.
Just the smell of it.
Why Mary?
Mary?
Yeah.
Mary who? I killed a fucking million Marys.
You know who.
Miami, four months ago.
I wasn't home.
It was me you wanted. Why did you kill her?
Give me a second.
Hey, man, let me help you.
Whoa.
That's some nasty shit.
Now where were we?
My wife.
Yeah. Why weren't you there?
You left her all alone.
If I were you...
I'd blame myself.
Bad news, superstar.
This is really going to fuck you off.
It wasn't me.
Don't lie to me, kid.
I am not...
a kid!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
I got me a $10 million trigger finger.
That's as close as you'll ever come,
you fucking amateur.
Here, let me help you with that.
I really wish it was me.
Shit, I really do.
But I wouldn't go take credit for other people's work.
That'd just be wrong.
Don't you pass out on me, legend.
I'm going to tell you who killed your wife.
It gives me great pleasure
to know...
that you know who did it
and that you can't do a fucking thing about it.
Lai Lai Zhen came after you.
Lai Lai Zhen.
Heh. She killed your wife.
You're a liar.
Am I?
I think I'll have that drink now.
That's the spirit.
Toast the new champion.
I think we're done here.
Aah!
¶ Every time ¶
¶ We say goodbye ¶
¶ I die a little ¶
¶ Every time we say goodbye ¶
¶ I wonder why a little ¶
¶ Why the gods above me ¶
¶ Who must be in the know ¶
¶ Think so little of me ¶
¶ They allow you to go? ¶
¶ When you're near ¶
¶ There's such an air ¶
¶ Of spring about it ¶
¶ I can hear a lark somewhere ¶
¶ Begin to sing about it ¶
¶ There's no love song finer ¶
¶ But how strange the change ¶
¶ From major to minor ¶
¶ Every time we say goodbye ¶
You okay?
Oh, no. For a minute there
I thought it was all just a bad dream.
You'll be okay.
Oh.
Oh, please.
Please, God, help me through this.
Please give me some strength because-
because I need a drink!
Sorry, I was-
Bless me, Father, I have sinned.
Aah!
Stakes are high, ladies and gentlemen,
a favorite will fall.
You're lucky I got to you before Joshua did.
He's pretty pissed you killed his wife.
No, no.
Wait, wait.
Please, please stop.
Finish the fucker!
You...
Don't do it!
Please! I'm sorry.
Don't do it. Don't do it.
Don't...
I'm sorry.
Pull the fucking trigger!
Let's get as close as we can.
Keep him locked. We gotta wait.
He said what?
It's the right thing.
What is it?
No!
What is it?
Aah!
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Hello? Mill's service station.
It's, um-
it's for you.
Hello?
Father Macavoy,
we haven't met,
but I feel I know you intimately.
So you're the sick fucker that's running all this, are ya?
Such profanity from a man of the cloth.
Now I suggest you listen to me
very, very carefully.
Since you deemed it necessary to interrupt
what could have been a spectacular kill,
I feel I should clarify the rules a little.
There's a time limit you really should take note of.
Time limit? What are you talking about?
It's very simple.
You need to start killing if you want to stay alive.
I'm not going to kill anyone.
We shall wait and see.
It will be your faith
against your desire to live.
That device inside you is so much more than a tracker,
as you've just witnessed.
There's only four hours left of the game, Father.
If there's more than one player still alive
when the clock hits zero,
everyone will meet the same fate
as your American friend.
So let's see if you have any real guts.
It's kill or be killed.
Four hours, Father,
and the clock is ticking.
Thank you.
Well, that's perfect.
Let's bring a replay of that up on one.
Jesus.
We have to do that to all of them
if the time runs out?
No, it takes them out automatically.
What's the priest doing?
If the sat imagery is correct,
he is trying to sort his shit out.
Anything yet?
Nothing's happening. I'm too tense.
It's got to come out one end or the other.
Can you not wait outside?
I'm staying put. Now concentrate.
You're putting me off.
Can you whistle or something?
Okay, who's Joshua's wife?
It doesn't matter.
Okay.
I thought the way you reacted when you heard-
Will you just leave it alone?
Bit of a confession in here, really, eh?
Confession can be incredibly hard.
It's painful to admit our sins
and trust ourselves in God's care.
But it helps.
It helps...
sometimes.
Why don't you tell me why you're here?
Hmm?
What's it got to do with Joshua's wife?
The last thing you see in a target's eyes...
is understanding.
Somewhere, deep inside of them,
they've been expecting it.
Mary Harlow didn't have that look.
She just stared at me,
like you did this morning-
petrified, scared...
bewildered.
I saw in her eyes
that something was wrong.
Please!
My instincts told me to stop.
Please!
But I pulled the trigger anyway.
I didn't know it until afterwards,
but she was pregnant.
It's haunted me ever since.
That's why I have to win this tournament...
so I can get enough money to vanish.
And if I don't win...
then I get what's coming.
Okay, Miss Hunter, the final few players
seem to be converging on the motorway.
We got Harlow on the move,
we're tracking Bogart nearby,
and the long shot, Topuzov, is closing in fast.
Lai Lai Zhen and the priest are sitting ducks.
We have to get out of here now.
I haven't- - Now.
Okay.
Shit.
Quick, get to the car.
Shit.
Oh, shit.
Come on!
What's going on?
I'm taking your bus. - What?
I'm taking your bus.
Drive.
I can't drive a bus. - Learn fast!
Fuck.
What about the passengers?
Everybody down!
Come on!
Lai Lai!
Fuck.
They're coming up on the Frenchman.
How is he gonna get in on the action?
Lai Lai! Come and see this.
I'm a little busy now. Can you handle it?
It's more in your department, really!
Jeez, they're going way too fast.
They're out of control.
That guy's got a ticket.
Maybe not.
Holy shit. Lai Lai's taking a beating.
Open the door!
Lai Lai!
Lai Lai, what are we gonna do?
Drive!
What have I done?
You saved me.
I'm gonna be sick.
Shit.
Okay, that is confirmed, sir.
Bogart is down and the priest has officially left the game.
What about Joshua?
Father...
what are you doing still here?
I cannot protect you anymore.
Please go.
I don't wanna go.
Why not?
You didn't abandon me,
so I'm not going to abandon you, yes?
We should go.
Come on.
Only five minutes remaining, ladies and gentlemen.
Let me remind you,
if we don't have a winner when the time runs out,
we will pay out on the current favorite, Joshua Harlow.
No cameras.
They cannot see us in here.
What did you say?
There are no cameras in there.
What about satellite? - They're indoors.
Did I speak to you?
There are 30 people in there who paid $10 million.
We're in the final few minutes.
I want everything and anything
pointed at that fucking church!
Wow, that really helps.
Okay, okay.
If we can't show what, we can at least show where.
We'll give 'em something to watch.
You have to get to a hospital.
I want you to pray with me.
Of course.
You said your prayers?
I hope you said goodbye.
Please, this is God's house.
No killing in God's house.
God? Why, Lai Lai?
Did someone send you,
or was it personal?
Just kill me. - No, no, no.
Get it over with.
Why?
Why'd you come after me?
I didn't come after you.
What?
I wasn't there for you. I was there for her.
The contract was on your wife.
Why?
Why would anyone want to kill Mary? Why?
I don't know why.
We never know why.
Please, please. Joshua, please.
She's not to blame.
She's not to blame for any of this.
She's a device, like a tool.
She didn't want to kill your wife. - No, shut up!
She didn't want to kill- - Shut up!
Mary was my life.
Mary was my life! Who hired you?
She was your life. She was your life.
Don't dishonor her now with death.
Who hired you?
You're dishonoring her with death! - Shut up!
Who hired you?
You know who hired me.
Joshua, what would Mary do?
What would Mary have you do?
We have a winner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I want to present to you
the two-time winner of the Tournament.
Please be upstanding
for the greatest assassin of our time!
Joshua.
I know everything.
Why?
What?
I put on a good show, didn't I?
You can keep all this money that I won,
if you just tell me why you murdered my wife.
You're delirious, Joshua.
I'm dying, but you're sweating.
Now why is that?
What's the matter, you afraid to admit it?
Come on.
Come on, we're all killers here!
You need a doctor.
You're being absurd.
Why? Why did you murder my wife?
Or are you too fucking gutless?
Why?
Because it was necessary.
You didn't want to come back to the Tournament.
I wasn't going to accept that.
You're the reigning champion.
Look at you, Joshua!
You're a warrior, gladiator.
Men like you don't die in your beds,
they fall on the field.
They give the crowd
a glorious death.
Why?
Because if I'd have just asked...
you'd have said no.
You needed a little motivation-
pressure...
on that little chink in the armor.
Close your eyes.
You and your wife
will be together soon.
I love you, baby.
Joshua, wait! Wait!
Joshua!
We'll see her together.
Jesus, he took her tracker out.
Override. It's gonna blow.
So, uh, I'm going to go home.
Yeah, me too.
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Terror stepped up a notch today.
Bombs are believed to have gone off
in both a city center church
and a popular strip bar on the outskirts...
Our little town has been tested,
played witness to events beyond comprehension,
besieged by darkness.
... many major road accidents,
the worst of which a mile-long motorway pileup.
And yet, here we are again,
our spirits renewed...
Reborn.
... the debilitating lack of any CCTV footage...
... to increase surveillance to blanket proportions.
I'm reminded of the words of the American writer...
...Robert Nathan.
When he said, "We must give thanks to the sorrow
...that shows us pity. "
"To the pain that teaches us courage,
...and to the mystery which is a mystery still. "
Let us pray.