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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!