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You sure it's here?

You think I can't read an address?

Huh? Come on, guys. We haven't got all fucking day.

Who's gonna do it? Now?

I would if I could, boss, but I twisted my wrist last night.

What?

Me? I did it last time, man. Oh, you mean that oldie trouble lacing off?

Dude had Parkinson's.

Think it's easy aiming?

What about you? When was the last time you did it? I can't remember.

Too busy humping your mom.

Dude, I'm gonna seriously... Guys.

If none of you has volunteered in ten seconds...

I'm switching targets, okay?

Don't fuck this up.

What the fuck?

You're fighting a fairground?

Come on, man. It's just like that. Shut the fuck up.

Come on.

Come on. We know you're in there.

Open the door.

What's the name again?

Danny. Danny. Open the door, Danny.

Come on. It's going to be fine.

Just be a man.

What's your name, sweetie?

Amy.

Nice to meet you, Amy.

Is Danny here?

Dad's out.

Oh, where'd he go?

He went to get groceries.

How long ago?

I don't know.

Why?

Because we have a surprise for him.

What is it?

I can't tell.

Otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise anymore.

Would you mind just letting us in so we can, you know, set it up?

So dad knows you? Oh, yeah. Of course.

We're very good friends.

We're just dropping by to say hi.

You know, long time no see.

We fucking miss him.

What?

Hasn't anyone ever told you not to fucking swear in front of a kid?

Huh? Yeah.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is going on?

Have a seat.

Yeah. Thank you.

Coffee?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Do you have decaf? Sure.

I don't like it.

What?

I'm not going to ice the guy in front of his daughter.

It's wrong.

We are here to do a job. No questions.

Okay?

Jimmy.

You want some milk?

Uh, milk? Yeah.

You're too good to us.

Jimmy!

What the fuck?

Shit.

Careful, it's hot.

I don't do decap, bitch.

Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who are you?

Just a kid.

They paid me to do it.

I don't even know your father.

My dad's dead.

This was... sloppy.

They're dead, all of them. Yeah.

Being a professional killer means much more than that.

Please don't send me back.

My foster children.

You don't know them.

It's called learning, right?