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: The woman, two tables behind you - what's she wearing? Agent 47
: The one with the red hair and the silk dress - facing you? Nika Boronina
: Yeah. Agent 47
: That's not a woman.
[we see the "woman" behind him is obviously a transvestite. Nika smiles
] You bastard! Agent 47
: Yell all you like - the Lord himself won't hear you.
: Nika... Nika Boronina
: Yes? Agent 47
: Stop talking or I'll put you back in the trunk.
: Eat your sandwich. I need to get some sleep.
: [after releasing an irate Nika from his trunk
] Don't be dramatic. Nika Boronina
: Dramatic? Agent 47
: I got rid of the body.
: Because that suitcase perfectly holds my Blaser Sniper Rifle, two .45s and a gag for irritating, talkative little girls like yourself. You want me to stop and get it out? Nika Boronina
: I don't know - you think we have time for foreplay?
: What are you going to do? Agent 47
: What I do.
] Agent 47
: I told you to leave her alone. You should have listened.
: What colour underwear am I wearing? Agent 47
: You're not wearing any underwear.
: These articles are full of shit, why do you buy these magazines? Agent 47
: For the advertisements.
: Who was the client?
[silence from the laptop
] Agent 47
: Answer me! Who ordered the hit on Belicoff?
] Agent 47
: If you set me up, I will find you and I will burn that building to the ground around you.
[first lines; Whittier finds 47 sitting at the desk in his home
] Mike Whittier
[instinctively goes for his gun
] Agent 47
: It's not there. It's in the kitchen, where you left it. Mike Whittier
: How'd you get in? Agent 47
: You have a nice family. They're fine. Alive. Asleep.
: [sedating Mr. Price
] Thank you for the introduction to Udre Belicoff.
: [in tears, pleading, as 47 is about to shoot Whittier
] Please... stop. Agent 47
: [breathing heavy as he lowers his gun
] She saved your life.
: Are you going to kill me? Agent 47
: If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it when you walked to your car this morning and been gone by the time your body hit the sidewalk Mike Whittier
: Then why are you here? Agent 47
: To talk. But, Mike, if you make me kill you, you will not go alone. Sit. Are you a good man, Inspector? Mike Whittier
: I think. Agent 47
: And yet you've killed men. Mike Whittier
: Yes. Agent 47
: I'm gonna ask you a question. How you answer it will determine how this night ends. How does a good man decide when to kill?
: [Udre is telling 47 about the guns he has for sale
] Whoa whoa whoa hold up. This is not a Kadr. It's a Chinese copy. In fact, I don't know if it's the drugs, or if you're usually this inept, but you've been wrong about most of these weapons. If the gun you're holding is as cheap as this one, even if you did manage to shoot her in the eye, and I'm not saying you could, you wouldn't kill her.
[Udre shoots at 47, missing
: The man you've been chasing is a killer. A Ghost. Rumor has it that he works for a group known only as "The Organization". So secret, no one knows it exists. Takes no sides - yet it has ties to every government. Its sole purpose is the training and conditioning of professional killers. These men are selected at birth - rejects, orphans - all of them - unwanted and disposable. They are made experts in every aspect of combat. And programmed for one purpose... To Kill.
: So are you going to kill me? Agent 47
: No. Nika Boronina
: You don't want to f*ck me and you don't want to kill me. I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
: We determine who we are by what we do.
: [conducting interrogation
] Now you listen to me very carefully, Mr. 47, or whatever the fuck your name is! There's a lot of ways that this can end and that's entirely up to you. But you can be goddamn certain that this thing is not gonna end the way that you thought it was, because the last time I checked, you're locked in here with me, and I'm the one with the gun! Agent 47
: No, Mr. Sanders. You are locked in here with me...
: I want you to know, I'm a big fan of your work, 47. It's an honor to meet a legend. Agent 47
: I thought you could only be a legend after you are dead. John Smith
: Oh, but you are. You just don't know it yet.
: You can't fight who you are, Katia. You'll lose. Katia
: Was that what happened to you? You fought who you are, and you lost? People can change. Agent 47
: Don't put your faith in me. You'll be disappointed.
: [being chased
] What do they want? Agent 47
: More of me. Katia
: Why would anyone want more of you?
: You're a monster, you piece of shit you! I should've kill you! Agent 47
: Yes, you should but you won't because you're weak. You're nothing more than a scared little girl, who's only real gift is running. Katia
: Damn you!
: [goading his assailants over the intercom
] So many choices, and only one right answer. What's it gonna be? Emotion or duty?
: [about Katia's father
] He did what any parent would. He died to save his children.
] Agent 47
: There is a building full of highly-trained operatives who will be on their way up here now. Katia
: You're wrong. There's just one.
[elevator door opens
] Agent 47
: Diana says Hello...
Hitman: Agent 47
: Always knew i didn't belong in this world. I wasn't made for this. But I'll never forget- those who betrayed me, and those who never failed my trust. I'll be carrying nothing from Gontranno but this lesson: never trust anyone and rely on your instincts. Forget the past. I'll never find peace here. So, I'll seek justice for myself. I'll choose the truth I like.
Hitman: Agent 47
: I'm going to my shed. Time to dig out the past.
: 47? Is that really you? I can't believe it's really you. Hitman: Agent 47
: Likewise. Thought I'd seen the last of you back in Romania. You were pretty messed up back then. Prisoner
: Ya, I know, I owe you big time. Let me know if I can help you with anything. You name it. Hitman: Agent 47
: Start by putting your pants on. Prisoner
: Okay, okay. Hey, I know how we can get out of here really fast. I stole a key card from a drunk guard. Pretty clever huh? Hitman: Agent 47
: Not bad. I could use this.
: Hello and God's peace, my friend! Mr. 47, I'm very honoured. I have your supplies. It is very powerful. Take care nobody sees it, that's very dangerous. The Khan is returning soon. Maybe you can stop him, maybe before the gate in East. May Allah help and protect you, Mr. 47! Hitman: Agent 47
: Thank you. Better get out of the way. This will get messy!
: This room. This bullet. There's a bullet for everyone. And a time. And a place. Yes... maybe this is how it has to be.
: Inspector, you've obviously learned too much about me. I can't have that. Even in my death.
: For years, Diana was my sole handler at the Agency. She supplied information and secrecy, and I sold perfection. We had trust. Then last August 10, Diana brought the Agency to its knees. She flushed all accounts, cut off all communication lines, exposed the Agency and used the confusion to vanish. Now the reformed Agency has finally tracked her down. And offered me the contract. One day, I will think of this as just another job. After all, this is what I do.
: Alright... just tell me... did you kill her... Diana? Is she really dead? Agent 47
: [Before pulling the trigger
] You will never know.
: What the fuck they call you? Hitman: Agent 47
: Names are for friends, so I don't need one!