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When your entire life has been erased.

When everything you thought was real was
a lie.

You have two choices.

Get your destiny or just die.

And I will take what you make.

And I'll wait

until you know that a true love...

What you make.

You may think you take the best of me.

But I'm cold from this pain.

You're the one that takes all the blame.

Thank you for watching.

My dear disciples, tonight is a very,
very special celebration.

For tonight, we send this pure, innocent
child of our Lord back home,

where she belongs, as her virginal
sacrifice being prepared.

Tell me, child.

Are you ready for this most joyous of
journeys?

I'm ready, priest.

Good, good.

Disciples, bring her to me.

Our Lord, that led us from the darkness
into the light, we offer you

this innocent child who has chosen to
give up her life.

in this shithole that was once your
greatest creation,

to die of this earth and return home to
you.

Please welcome her with open arms as a
gift from your most

loyal of servants. Dear Lord, take her
home.

No! Wait.

Sorry. Just one minute.

Yes, dear.

Look, I don't want to waste your time.

And at the risk of offending myself.

Um, yes.

Well, it's just that... Do I look like a

fucking verb in P .U.?

You fucking stupid sinner. Look at what
you've done to these good God -fearing

disciples, bitch.

You will burn in hell for all eternity,
and I thought you were special.

Priest, your religions are false.

Hello? Shit.

Is somebody there?

I thought I told you to be
inconspicuous.

Well, now, how am I supposed to do that
when I sound like this? And we in sunny

old England.

You look like a tit.

Why, thank you, ma 'am.

I guess I should thank you.

What for?

The priest assassination.

Talk of the town.

The, uh, the underground town.

Oh, great.

But it wasn't easy.

I had to read the Bible for two fucking
months before I went in. Really?

Was it the children's edition?

Kiss my ass, Logan.

Is that an offer?

You know, Preece, he was a legend.

Almost like a supervillain. Police,
assassin, agent.

Well, I've been after him for years.

You did the world a favor.

Yeah, well, I doubt I'll be on the New
Year's honours list.

Did he have ninjas? I heard he had
ninjas.

No.

Oh. He had psychopathic virgins with
knives.

Well, that's pretty cool.

I think I saw a movie called that once.

What?

Psychopathic virgins with knives.

Oh.

Don't make him look like he used to.

Some people do.

Anyway, what's the problem, kiddo?

She is.

Well, now, she don't look like a
problem.

She looks kind of nice.

I know.

That's a problem.

And since when did that become a
problem?

Come on, girl, you know the rules.

Target's a target.

Yeah, I know, but... There are no buts
here, sweetheart.

Or did you get too close?

Well, it's not like we went shopping
together or anything.

You're an assassin, not a detective.

It don't matter who she is or why she
does.

It's mother, daughter, sister, all
three.

You find the bitch and you kill the
bitch.

This ain't never been complicated.

Something doesn't feel right this time.

Something doesn't add up.

Well, maybe you need to stop thinking
about this so much.

Or maybe you just don't have what it
takes no more.

Fuck you, Logan.

I'm great at what I do.

Okay. I'm sure there's a hundred dead
guys would agree with that.

But if you don't finish this job, maybe
somebody finishes you.

Gotta ask yourself, is it time to get
out?

Well, you got out.

How did you know it was time?

This ain't about me.

Besides, maybe I'm looking to get back
in.

I mean, I could kill her right now.

I do not have a problem with this.

Clearly, you do.

Like I said, maybe it's time to quit.

Maybe the priest thing pushed you all
over the edge.

What would you do?

I think I just told you.

I was being serious.

So was I.

Do you have everything you need? I mean,
financially?

Yeah.

I'm good.

Kill her.

Then walk away.

Here's your coffee, madam.

Oh, thanks.

Can I get you anything else?

Um, no.

No, I'm fine, thank you.

He's gorgeous, isn't he?

Sorry?

Your friend, over there?

Oh, come on, darling.

You haven't taken your eyes off her
since you walked in.

Target's a target.

You found the bitch, and you killed the
bitch.

Gotta ask yourself.

Is it time to get out?

You don't have what it takes no more.

Maybe it's time to quit.

I never quit.

That bitch is mine.

Looking for me, bitch?

Whoa. Easy.

Now why would I be looking for you?

Because you've got a gun in your hand.
And you've been following me for days.

You're a bit fucking shit at the whole
covert thing.

Maybe I am moving it.

What?

Come on then. Drop the fucking gun.

That's better.

Now we can talk.

Not here to talk.

I'm here to kill.

Die, bitch.

Not my time.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Mrs. Scarlet Cross.

And I'm an assassin.

Yeah?

What the fuck?

But I was sent to kill you.

Yeah.

And I was hired to kill you.

So who has set us up like that?

It wasn't a set up.

You were sent to find me. To kill me.

To make a little fun.

There are two things you should know
about me.

I never leave the door unlocked.

And I always finish the job.

Don't you ever knock?

No.

Sorry, kiddo.

There is never going to be any walking
away from this.

Good work, Scarlet.

Something's not right.

Bye -bye, bitch.

Really?

Professor!

Professor! You can come out now!

Lemonette, I don't know if I can take
much more of this.

What were they?

Ninja.

But I always thought only a ninja could
kill a ninja. Well, you thought wrong.

Are you okay?

I'll be fine.

You really are a remarkable woman. I
could use someone like you.

Do you have any idea how important this
formula is to the world?

No offence, Professor.

I don't give a shit. I'm just doing my
job.

But aren't you the least bit curious as
to what's going on here?

I hold in my hands the very future of
mankind.

You must let me show you.

Professor, do you hear that?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly. That's the sound of everyone
back at the safe house that's already

dead. So, with all due respect, we need
to fuck off right now.

Where are you taking me?

Back to HQ.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I have
to get back to my experiments. Please,

just give me one hour. What I have to
show you will change your life.

Professor, I kill people.

That's what I do. Your science project,
it really doesn't interest me. Don't you

understand me? The assassins will be
back. I need you to be my bodyguard so I

can finish my work.

Please, I'll pay well.

Okay, you've got one hour.

Right. What's the address?

Oh, you won't find this on any map,
dear. It's been dead and buried for

Professor, where are we going?

A long forgotten place.

A place they used to call Asylum 13.

Sounds wonderful.

Tell me more.

By the early 20th century, there were
over 100 lunatic asylums across Great

Britain. Once committed, patients would
rarely leave these overpopulated,

godforsaken hellholes.

But they were left there to die.

Or murder each other.

Rotting away in a forgotten room until
eventually discovered days, sometimes

weeks later.

Go on.

Asylum 13 was the most notorious of
these institutions.

The experiments carried out on the
patients led to an unbeatable act of

and cruelty.

The wardens abused their power for their
own personal entertainment, never for

the good of the poor bastards confined
there.

So why are we going now?

The asylum finally closed its doors in
1999 and it's been derelict ever since.

No one dares go near the place, and it's
underground tunnels are the perfect

hideaway for the most secret
experiments.

Just pulling over here will make the
rest of the journey on foot.

Okay.

Why do I get the impression these
experiments are not exactly legal?

If you want to change the world, you
have to break a few rules.

Imagine for a minute a world without
disease.

You're going to tell me you found a cure
for cancer, Professor? No, that was

done years ago, but the powers that be
put a stop to it. I'm talking about all

disease. And just exactly how do you
wipe out all disease?

Genetic mutation.

Genetic mutation?

Ladies first.

If you really insist.

Just keep in direct contact with me.
Stay directly behind me until I give the

all clear.

Just a little bit further.

Next door on your left.

So, Professor, I'm curious.

How do you know all this stuff about
asylum 13?

It's very simple, dear.

I was the last patient here.

Not the... Professor?

If you look up, you'll see the third of
my experiments.

Genetically mutated super human beings.

We didn't have the strength of an
engineer to kill, or indeed protect,

depending on your perspective.

Only once I've developed a human flesh.

So if I were you, I'd have to defeat
them before they didn't attack you.

Defeat them?

Yes. I have true personal knowledge.

Don't you see if you can beat them? That
makes you the perfect bodyguard to

protect me while I finish my work.

Together we can... Rule the world.

Right. I hate to ruin your plans,
Professor, but when I'm done with these,

going to modify you with a barbaric form
of violence, rendering you identifiable

only by your dental records.

Unfortunately, I'm also going to smash
your fucking teeth in. Now, if you'll

excuse me for a moment.

So fast, my dear.

You see, during those brief moments you
took your eyes off me in the woods, I

seized the opportunity to take your gun.

Oh, Professor, I never took my eyes off
you.

I planned the whole scenario from start
to finish.

And besides, I'm all out of bullets and
you're all out of luck.

No, no, no, no, no!

You see, Professor, it was never about
you.

It was always about the formula.

Okay, Scarlett, let's begin over the
past few weeks.

Tell me what your full name is and who
you work for.

My name is Scarlet Cross, and I work for
you people.

Oh, come on, Doc.

Do you have to do everything by the
bloody book?

I'm afraid we do, Scarlet.

Besides, repeating this information at
the start of every session, it

establishes the very thing that we're
trying to reassure you of.

Does it not?

I know who I am, Doctor.

Do you?

I think I do.

I thought I did.

Well, maybe not who I am, but I know
what I am.

Okay. In that case, why don't we answer
the question correctly this time?

My name is Scarlet Cross.

I work for the secret division of the
British government.

I'm an assassin.

And it appears one in need of serious
psychiatric evaluation.

Don't be so hard on yourself, Scarlet.

Most people in this line of work require
the exact same.

I just want to feel like me again.

But I don't actually know what that
really means.

We all get a little lost sometimes,
Scarlett.

And that's what I'm here for.

We just need to understand what's real
and what is.

In my fucked up head.

I know.

Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like
that.

But you do need some help. And I'm here
to provide it.

I just need you to work with me a little
more. And stop being so resentful.

Give it to me straight, dog.

Does the agency want rid of me?
Absolutely not. No.

You're carrying out your duties
admirably.

I heard all about the killing at the
castle as they're calling it.

Charlotte,

tell me who this is.

Oh, that's my baby, JJ.

Sure?

Of course I'm sure. What a ridiculous
question.

And how old is he now?

Six?

Seven?

Do you remember when he was born?

No.

So how do you know that he's your baby?

Because he's my entire fucking world,
Doctor.

And one of the few fucking things I'm
sure of.

Good.

So then we've established three solid
facts.

You know your name, you have a
connection with your son, and you know

kill people for a living.

So, tell me about the nightmares.

They seem so real.

I wake up.

Terrified. My heart's pounding.

And the flashbacks are almost constant,
all day long.

I just feel like I need to rip these
memories out of my head.

Is that what you think these are?

Memories from before the accident?

I don't know.

I just know that I can't go on like
this. I need it gone.

So what is it that troubles you the
most?

Well, it feels like I'm sleeping.

But when I open my eyes, everything is
different.

As I wake up, I realize that I'm not at
home anymore. I'm lying on the floor.

I feel bruised and beaten.

And the next thing I remember, I'm
walking down a country lane in broad

daylight, half fucking naked, feeling
frightened and cold.

But there's something else.

My face.

It's different.

It isn't me that I'm seeing.

It's a different girl.

But I don't recognise her.

Don't I see a car in the distance?

And then what?

And then I wake up.

And it was just a horrible dream.

I mean... It must be a dream, mustn't
it?

There's no record of any of this, right?

No, Scarlett.

There's no record of it before or after
the accident.

But that doesn't necessarily mean to say
that it didn't happen at some point in

your life.

It could be a dream.

Or it could be a distant memory from
before you came to the agency.

It gets me so frustrated that I can't
even remember the car crash or anything

before it.

27 years of my fucking life up in smoke.

Literally.

We lost a good agent that day.

But we're so very grateful that we
didn't lose you.

Thank you, Doc.

I don't even remember the mission.

Or the accident.

All I remember is waking up in hospital
wondering, what the fuck's going on?

Well, thankfully, Logan and the team got
you back on your feet as quickly as

possible. You've made an amazing
recovery.

And now we just need to mend the broken
piece of the puzzle.

Yeah.

I've got a lot to be thankful for.

Oh, Scarlet, where are my manners today?

Would you like another coffee?

Doc, now you know I never say no to
coffee.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You know they're sending me away on
vacation?

Oh, yeah, I heard something about that.

Do you think it'll be somewhere nice?

I hope it's somewhere nice. I don't
know, like Italy.

I've always wanted to go to Italy.
Sorry, Scarlett.

It's your holiday destination for the
least of your worries.

Logan? Mhm?

Do you remember?

Oh, you love it.

Yeah,

I know you fucking love it.

Tell me I should go like that.

Oh, just fuck me. I don't know how to
tell you what to say.

So, are you in with the diamond robbery?

Cocking balls up to the road tricks
again?

It seems so.

The bloody press had a field day with
this last time.

It's not your fault.

No, but you think it would be relatively
easy to find a six foot four

transvestite and two ginger midgets.

Well, when you put it like that.

Anyway, what have you got for me?

Okay, three murders in three different
cities in three weeks.

All the victims find with a cross card
into their head.

I know the fucking story, Pipe. Well,
what about it?

I found a link.

Go on.

Sent Joseph's.

Means nothing to me. Well, it won't do.
I mean, now it's some kind of weird

indoor shopping centre selling bondage
gear and bombs. Didn't they recently

detect it?

Well, not recently. Anyway, it used to
be a church. It was closed down and

up about seven years ago.

And?

And... It seems the three victims are
all members of St.

Joseph's. The choir leader, the officer,
and our latest victim, the deacon.

So who's next? The priest?

Who is he? Do we know his name?

He was an old fella.

I think he died shortly after the place
shut down.

The only person with any links to the
church that I've been able to trace is

Sister Murray.

The one who runs the local church hall.

And how long ago did you work this out?

About 3am this morning.

Right. Well, it's 10am now, lazy
bollock.

Piss off and find Sister Mary for me
before it's too late. I want her brought

for questioning while we figure out what
the fuck was going on in that church.

Yes, ma 'am.

On pipe?

Yes, ma 'am.

Well done.

Thanks, ma 'am.

Hello? Can I help you?

Get out! Get out now!

You stay away from me! I'm warning you!

Child! Satan!

Speak not of Satan, you evil bitch!

I was not upset until you talked away
from me.

But today, Satan is in you!

Excuse me, love.

You don't happen to be Sister Murray,
would you?

Oh, no.

You'll find her inside.

Thank you.

Fuck me.

Nuns are getting sexy about her there.

Well, I'm still not sure this is going
to work, you know.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Tatiana.

How could this not be a massive hit?
Look, we do guns, we do drugs, we do

prostitution. Why can't we conquer the
world of Saturday night television?

Well, it's not really primetime viewing,
is it?

She's got a point there, boss.

Fucking hell. Not you two.

Well, it has been done before.

You what?

BGT?

You know, BGT.

Britain's got... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How the fuck has this been done before?

I categorically guarantee you the world
has never, ever seen Britain's Got

Titties. It's fucking genius, it's my
idea, and I like it very much. Now why

fuck are you two trying to ruin my day?

We're not trying to ruin your day,
Danny.

It's just, who are you going to sell it
to?

Are you fucking serious, sunshine?

You can't even go on a dating show these
days without being bollock naked.

That's a good point.

Well, when you put it like that.

Well, do put it like that, and I reckon
you've been on one of those shows,

because I have to say, darling, the
first time I saw your vagina, it looked

fucking familiar.

Now, without further ado, let's bring on
the girls.

Oh, for fuck's sake, what now?

Hello? The police are here.

I'm gone, I'm gone.

Detective Sergeant Dick Pipe?

Dick Pipe, yeah.

All right, send him in.

All right, Funchal. He's on our side.

He's as crooked as a dog's back leg.

Dickpipe, hello.

What the fuck happened to your glasses?

Got swatted by a fucking nun.

Yeah. All right, Funchal. Well, grab a
seat.

You're supposed to address me as
Detective Sergeant.

Well, I'm very fucking sorry, Detective
Sergeant Dickpipe.

I prefer Richard.

Well, you'll always be a dick to me.
Who's this pretty lady?

Oh, fucking hell. Don't start, Pipe.

I was just asking who she is.

All right, then. Well, let me introduce
to you the magnificent Three -Titty

Tatiana.

You just sniffed that, then? No.

No, I didn't. I'm pretty fucking sure
you just sniffed her end. You sniffed

end. No, no, not at all.

Anyway, I came about... Hang on.

Did you say Three -Titty Tatiana?

That's right, Detective.

I used to do magical things when I was a
pole dancer.

Wow. Really?

That's right, Pipe. She could swing them
around so fast that people thought she

had three. But she don't. She only got
two.

A bit fucking disappointing, really.

Anyway, close your fucking mouth.

As I was about to say, my town is going
to... I came here because I've been

tipped off.

Tipped off?

What the fuck are you talking about,
Pipe? We have an arrangement, don't we?

Yeah, we do.

But he doesn't.

Aren't you Big Billy Bastard, the
Blackpool bomber?

What? The Brightpool bomber?

I've been looking for you for two
fucking years.

Just give me a minute and I can explain.

Park, what the fuck are you talking
about?

He still wants you for questioning about
the old folks' charity bombing.

You what?

He bombed a fucking charity event?

Yeah, shocking stuff.

97 pensioners went up in smoke.

All that was left was a bunch of
smouldering wheelchairs.

Well, it's fucking tragic, Park. It
really is.

Were there any survivors?

Yeah, but they all died a few days later
with heart failure.

What? You knew about this and you never
told me?

Well, yeah, I didn't think it was
necessary.

It wasn't fucking necessary?

What kind of a massive wanker bomb's an
old folks charity event?

If you give me a minute, boss, I can
explain.

It's okay, Large William.

There's no need to explain.

Give me a sec, Pipe.

I'll sort this out.

What? If you don't mind me saying so,
Danny, that was a little bit harsh.

What the fuck did you do that for?

Well, he was a count, wasn't he? I'm an
officer of the law, for fuck's sake. You

can't go around shooting people when I'm
standing here.

Why not shoot people when you're not
standing here?

There are witnesses.

I'm going to have to fucking arrest you.

What, three tits?

Look at her, Pipe. She already doesn't
give a shit. What?

Nothing, darling.

As you were.

Anyway, Pipe.

I just did you a massive favour. Yeah,
okay.

I suppose you're right.

Good. Now, as I was saying before, I was
rudely interrupted by some granny

-bombing gobshite.

My town is going to shit. I've got some
serial killer running around, curving

crosses into people's heads. Now, what
the fuck is that all about?

That's that psychotic nun I was telling
you about.

What, the one that ruined your glasses?

Exactly. Have you started doing drugs
again? And if so, why aren't you buying

them from me? No, I'm deadly serious.

We're dealing with a fucking killer nun.

Or at least she dresses like a nun.

She's been targeting everyone connected
with the old Catholic church.

St. Joel, then?

That's the one.

But I'm not sure there's anyone left in
this town for her to kill, though.

What about Frigstig?

Frigstig? Yeah, the old priest.

He's called Frigstig.

Oh, no, sorry.

Frigstig. He's German or something.

Anyway, you've got room to talk.

I thought that priest was dead.

Well, a lot of people think he is. So we
call him the Holy Ghost.

I reckon he's about 300 years old now.

Anyway, I've spotted him down at the
brothel.

Busty Bretty assures me he's one of our
best customers. I'm surprised you

haven't seen him when you've been down
there for a bit of slap and tickle pipe.

Um, well, no, I've never been.

Pipe? What?

We've got CCTV.

Bollocks!

While we're on the subject, have you
ever considered having your arse waxed?

Um, no.

Well, you should.

It looks like that fucking Vietnam
jungle.

I reckon you could find prisoners of war
in that crack.

I could recommend somebody if you like.

Um, that's enough about me and my
fucking arse.

Well, we're only trying to help.

Anyway, we need to find that priest and
fast.

If I remember correctly, Pipe, Father
Frigstick likes to fiddle on a Friday

night down at Betty's.

So why don't we go there, grab the old
bastard, and use him as bait to lure out

this fucking killer nun?

Sounds like a plan for me.

But here's the thing, right? I'm
bringing in reinforcements, because you

can't do your job properly.

What are you talking about? I found the
bloody nun, didn't I?

Well, you did find her, but when I get
my hands on her, I'm going to fucking

crucify her.

Gentlemen, let me introduce to you the
deadly Yakuza, Hakura Nagatawa.

Fantastic.

Where is he? He is looking right at you.

I'm no fucking expert.

That's a woman.

Well, it is.

I don't want to be picky or anything,
but if she's Japanese, then my friend

doesn't have a name that sounds like a
wanky do.

What? No, wait.

I mean, for fuck's sake, I asked Logan
for a world -class killer, and he sends

me tits and tattoos.

Which, don't get me wrong, I do
appreciate an equal on that.

But it was definitely not on the fucking
job description.

Mr. McQueen, you don't understand.

Logan assures me... that Nagasawa is a
world -class killer.

And if anything, maybe the world -class
killer.

Alright.

Enlighten me.

Sakura's parents were killed when she
was a child.

They were living in Japan at the time.

She was found on a doorstep, and she was
raised and trained as an assassin by an

infamous Yakuza family.

Go on.

Well, as you know, there's not many
women in that hot organisation.

Hardly any, in fact.

And what you're looking at here is the
only Caucasian female that's ever lived

and survived in the Japanese Underworld.

All right.

I'm impressed.

But I won't be fucking impressed if
Kenny Takakura comes knocking on my

will I?

Relax, Mr McQueen. As far as the Yakuza
are concerned, she's already dead.

Yeah, well, she better be.

Do you want to see the death
certificate?

No. I want Shirley Nagashaga, or
whatever she's called here, to show me

she's capable of.

It's Sakura Nagasawa.

I don't care what it is.

I'm going to call her Shirley.

Shirley? Yeah, Shirley.

It was my father, mate.

She's going to need an opponent.

Indeed. Right, Pipe.

Show this bitch what you're made of.

Why me?

Because you told me you were a national
champion.

Well, I was. Well, what was it then?
Boxing? Kickboxing?

Karate? Judo? What?

Breakdancing.

What?

Breakdancing.

Breakdancing? Yeah.

Breakdancing? Yes.

National champion?

Yeah.

Three years in a row?

Yeah, they didn't call me electric dicky
-doo for nothing.

All right.

Well, now's your time to shine.

She's going to fucking kill him, isn't
she?

Yep.

Right, well, that'll do for me.

Right, darling, how many we got in
tonight?

Just the one for now.

I can't help it.

It's Friday.

Where the fuck is everybody?

Well, speaking of business...

I thought we needed to do a little bit
more advertising.

Advertising? Are you fucking serious?

Yeah! I thought it was a great slogan
and everything.

Alright then, let's hear it.

Alright.

Not getting it at home, then go ball
deep at Busty Besty's Banion Broccoli.

What do you think?

Well, that is fucking beautiful,
darling. I mean, that's fucking poetry,

really is.

However, let's talk about it later, all
right?

What time are you expecting Frisbee
tonight?

It's the only ghost. Well, he's already
here.

What? He's here?

Yeah, that's right. He came in a little
bit earlier than usual.

I've got him in with the new girl.

New girl?

You didn't tell me you were hiring.

Oh, you're going to fucking love her,
Danny.

Stretched like a nun and everything.

The dirty bitch.

Shit. What's the room number?

Room four.

Have I done something wrong, hon?

No, it's not your fault. Listen, nobody
leaves.

Shirley, come with me. Oi.

Shag her later, Danny.

Oh, thanks, darling.

You nearly fucking killed me last time.

Right, Shirley, let's do this.

Fucking hell, darling.

I don't mind telling you, for a nun, you
have some serious fucking issues you

need to contend with.

What have you done to Frigstick?

The devil himself deserved to die.

All right, then.

Where's the rest of him?

Oh, fuck, you know.

That is... What the fuck, Eamon, is
that?

Sorry, Frickstick.

Listen, darling.

I decided to live some days in this
town. And if I were you...

I'd start fucking praying.

Excuse me.

Oh, bollocks.

Right, Shirley, make this quick.

Una familia, una fortuna.

Well, if you must know, I'm in the
process of killing a nun and then a

fancy takeaway.

I don't know, pizza or Chinese or
something.

What? Pike?

I don't know where the fuck he is.

He didn't turn up?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right, all right.
Listen, if I'm taking over from Logan,

who do I have to kill first?

Where the fuck is Scarlet Cross?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, all right.
I got it. I got it. All right, Logan.

Yeah, I got it.

All right.

Fucking patient bitch.

Excellent work, Shirley.

Now, two things.

Kill Pipe, find Logan.

Let's move on to the bigger picture,
shall we?

I've got a date with death.

Where am I?

Dad, where am I, bitch?

Shit.

Come on, then.

Let's do this.

Okay. I don't know who the fuck you are.

Or where the fuck I am.

But I'm telling you this.

It's been a pretty shitty day.

So come on, sugar pig.

Are you going to put that sword to use,
or am I going to shove it up your ass?

Well.

That answers that, then.

I do need to have your attention, but
I'm a very busy girl.

Logan?

Hey, Sugar.

What the fuck is going on? Why are you
being held hostage by the waitress from

the coffee shop?

Well, here's the thing.

She's not a waitress.

She's not a waitress. No.

Are you sure about that?

Pretty much.

Um, hello?

Over here?

I'm still in the fucking room.

I'm not a waitress, darling.

You're not a waitress.

No.

But I have seen you before in the coffee
shop, right?

Can I get you anything else?

Yes. And we have had several girly chats
over coffee and cake.

Yes, we have.

And on these occasions, did you or did
you not serve me? Yes, I did. You're a

fucking waitress.

She's a fucking waitress.

Jesus Christ!

Was that really necessary?

Sorry if it seems.

Just trying to make a point.

I'm not a waitress, darling.

I don't mind taking out the trash.

Honey.

She's not.

A fucking waitress.

Now, would you shut the fuck up and
listen?

Would a waitress be pointing a gun at
us?

Well, I don't know.

I complained about the coffee once.

Tasted like that cheap instant shit.

Not sure what you've done.

Will you shut the fuck up?

I don't mean to be rude, princess, but
I'm doing my very best not to just shoot

you in the face.

Now clearly, if you haven't think about
the situation, the fact that you're

sitting here, bruised, beaten, and
losing quite a lot of blood, it might

apparent that you're some serious shit
to this girl, hmm?

Logan thinks that she's your fuck -up.

Why don't you stop talking?

Your fuck -up.

Oh, darling, you can't possibly imagine.

Your world is about to crumble into a
million resources.

Come on, you fucking prick.

Talk. What have you done?

Tell me!

Touchy.

Okay.

Okay.

She's not a fucking waitress.

She's known as Reaper.

She's our boss.

What?

The coffee shop. It's all up front. It's
one of several places we use

to keep an eye on our... our
experiments.

Logan, you're not making any sense.

Experiments?

Your name is not Scarlet Cross.

You don't work for some secret division
of the British government.

You're an assassin.

Plain and simple.

You're controlled by a criminal
organization known as Death.

What the f... Death?

Yeah. D -E... I know how to spell it,
you fuckwit.

No, it's an abbreviation.

It stands.

You don't give a fuck what it stands
for, Logan. What the hell is going on

Like the man said, you're an experiment,
Scarlet.

Or should I say, don't.

A creation.

Our creation.

We took your life, ended it, and are
completely remorseful.

We were looking for a subject, someone
who we could erase from everyday

existence and mold into the perfect
agent for death.

I was driving to the country one day,
and there you were, walking along the

of the road, beaten and bruised, visibly
shaken from some

kind of ordeal.

I stopped the car to get out.

As I did, you dropped to the ground
unconscious.

So it was real?

I picked you up.

I put you in the car.

I drove you to a private hospital.

After a few days, it was on the news.

A house nearby to where I found you was
the scene of a mass murder.

The police...

Had an allure on a Jennifer Stone.

Clearly you're a natural born killer,
sweet Jesus.

So you're telling me that I'm this
Jennifer Stone?

Right.

Then why is nobody looking for me now?

Because we have people working in all
the right places.

The body was provided a funeral house.

And one of our top surgeons completely
changed your face.

You changed my face?

Oh, come on now. You can't complain
about that.

We gave you a pretty good face, don't
you think?

What about my husband?

And my little boy? Where's my JJ?

Come on, Logan. Get on with it.

Your husband?

He works for us.

Or at least he did.

Did?

He was buried about three hours ago.

Where's my son?

I want to see my baby.

Oh, come on.

Is none of this making any sense?

He's not your son.

He's an orphan.

His parents were murdered when he was
about six months old.

Why are you spending loads in here as a
matter of fact?

Oh, don't worry.

That little boy will have a new mummy
soon enough.

My little boy.

And I want to see him now.

Poor Jenny.

I'm afraid that shit has failed.

He could be anywhere by now.

If this is true...

Then why do that?

Why turn me into an assassin?

Then give me a family.

To add to the excitement, of course.

Making you think that you have a
terrible secret that you have to keep

from your precious family, and a family
that you have to keep safe from those

dark little secrets.

What's the problem with that?

Superheroes have been in it for years.

I'm not a fucking superhero, though, am
I?

I'm one of the bad guys.

Don't be too hard on yourself, kid.

Not everybody you killed was a good guy.

And that is partly government funded.

What?

Don't be so naive, Scarlet.

Regardless of popular belief, no one
wants wealthy.

Happy ever afters for everyone who's
responsible.

Besides, heroes need villains to make
them look good.

There is no evil in the world. There's
been no justice.

No order.

Right?

So there was no accident.

No coma.

No amnesia.

You just found me.

And erased my entire life.

When I found you, you were catatonic.

making it very easy for our mind
-control experiments to take place.

But unfortunately now, according to Dr.
Land, you're starting to remember

things, which has caused this somewhat
inconvenient predicament we find

ourselves in.

This is all just one big game to you,
isn't it?

Not a game, darling, no.

Although, today's events have proved
somewhat entertaining, speaking of

have a plane to catch.

But before I do, I'll leave you in the
very capable hands of an old friend of

yours.

He's no fucking friend of mine.

Oh no, not that one, darling.

He's dead.

What?

You see, what Logan didn't get around
telling you was not only having been

experimenting with mind control, but
generally fucking up your entire life.

We've also been messing around with just
engineering, cryogenics, cloning.

You know, all that weird and wonderful
stuff you only ever see in low -budget

straight -to -video movies.

I don't want to be used to making the
80s starring people like Red Brown and

Chris Mitchell.

Miles O 'Keefe from Richard Harrison?

No.

Bruce Barron and Wen Wen?

Never fucking heard of them.

Well, not many people have.

I was always more of a Chuck Norris girl
myself.

Well, I think I was.

So unoriginal.

Anyway, as I was about to say, thanks to
one of our ladies, who you killed

today, we were able to get our hands on
a rather magical formula, turning

violent bitches like you into almost
invincible killing machines.

Of course, we had to work on it a little
bit.

When it first came into our possession,
we had loads of mindless fucking zombies

running around.

No one wants that, you know.

However, with some tweaking, it now has
minimal side effects.

I think you're going to enjoy what's in
store.

Anyway, enough of the chit -chat.

I have a plane to catch.

Death of the Worldwide Organization, you
must know.

Goodbye, Jennifer.

My name is Scarlet Cross.

And I'm gonna fuck you up.

Oh no.

It doesn't end like that.

It ends like this.

Hello, Scarlet.

Remember me?

Holy shit.

Not quite.

What the fuck is this?

You're dead!

I killed you!

Yes. And I seem to remember you
repeatedly stabbing me in the tip.

It hurt.

Quite a lot, actually.

My left nipple is still completely
fucked.

Never mind your left nipple.

What the fuck happened to your eyes?

I don't mind telling you this.

You don't look too good.

Part of my resurrection, I believe.

Hmm.

And I'm actually quite hungry.

Well, eat this, bitch.

Ah! Ah, fuck!

Killing at the castle?

I don't think so, bitch!

Thank you.

You're the massive pain in the ass they
call Scarlet Cross.

Pity, really, the trouble you've caused.

You could have been one of Death's
greatest creations.

But now, Scarlet Cross will not return.

Gentlemen, open fire.

Fuck!