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Most little girls dream about their wedding day,

but it's not supposed to be a nightmare.

That's why I got the hell out.

Wait. Is that a wrinkle?

Wilson thought she'd break me by throwing me in the can.

Warden thought he'd break me by throwing me in gen pop.

and Muffin thought she'd break me

just for the fun of it.

But I've made my decision,

and nothing's going to change it.

I don't want to leave this place.

I'm not going to leave this place.

I'm safe here.

Pretty good shot, huh, Daddy?

Not bad, baby.

But it's easy when nobody's shooting back at you.

You ready?

Yessir.

Unleash hell, sweetheart.

Faster.

That all you got?

Get up.

Point the gun at the ground, baby.

What is that?

Lipstick?

Sorry, Daddy.

Go fetch 12 more.

And hurry up.

Don't want to be late for church.

Some bad memories you cause

others you suffer.

None of them bother me.

If the Stasi couldn't break me.

What chance did Wilson have?

So I knew I would never have to go back

to doing what I do

or what I did.

But now...

this... changes...

everything.

I never even knew I had a biological clock.

Of course, I don't have to leave prison to get pregnant.

But then again,

prison is no place to raise a child.

I probably shouldn't be taking advice from my hormones

or my vagina.

There's only one way I'm getting out of this place.

Get me Wilson.

I just knew one day God would get me a Debbie doll.

Heck, I didn't just want a Debbie.

I wanted to be Debbie.

Come on, let's go.

Daddy.

What is it, baby?

Who was that man yesterday?

No, he's nobody.

It's just a guy who's got a job for me to do.

I know that. But who is he?

You're asking too many questions.

I'm kind of scared.

What are you afraid of?

Being home alone?

You got plenty of meat, rice and beans in the pantry.

Besides, I'm going to be home in a week.

I'm not scared about being home by myself.

Listen to me.

I got two rules and, you know ‘em.

First, I always complete a mission.

And you always come home.

That's right. I always come home.

I know that. It's just...

Listen to me.

I got a surprise for ya.

But it's not my birthday.

I know. I know. It's the day after tomorrow.

I just didn't want you to think...

It's beautiful, Daddy.

Thank you.

Can I blow it out?

You gonna make a wish?

Wishing doesn't do anything, baby.

Willing. Makes things happen. I want you to remember that.

Go ahead. Open it up.

It's not going to work itself.

I just knew one day God would get me a Debbie doll.

You like it?

Yeah.

I knew you would.

Thank you, Daddy.

You're welcome.

No bargains, no deals, no questions.

We do this now. Right now.

Or I walk out of here and you never see me again.

Good to see you too, Wilson.

Love the hair.

They broke the bastard mold on this one.

If a baby's going to have a chance in this crazy old world.

She's got to have a mommy and daddy to watch out for her.

The trick’s finding the right guy.

Some girls find the right one.

Most girls don't.

It’s time.

The trick’s finding the right guy.

Some bad memories you cause...

Are you listening to me?

Say again?

I said Marco is more dangerous than any target you've had before.

Why not start me off easy?

I did. He's the easiest one on the list.

Now, if some miracle you get him in your scope, you take the shot.

Don't hesitate, because you won't get a second.

And then you get the hell out of there fast.

What are you worried about me?

Aren't you a little old to be looking for a new mommy?

I'll take that as a no.

I couldn't give a damn.

The only thing I care about is the list.

And so should you.

Are you sure this is the right place?

First things first.

Something I should know about.

Who do you think you are? My mother.

That's it.

Okay, let me see.

Perfect.

So who's the big date with tonight?

Just the man of my dreams.

Oh, you lucky girl.

So tell me about him.

Well, he's tall, dark, handsome,

wicked smart.

Oh, and he plays an instrument.

I hope.

Well, he sounds like the perfect guy.

So what's his name?

I don't know yet.

How long?

Excuse me.

To get sperm.

Oh, as soon as you've made arrangements

with the clinic for implantation.

Good, I'm in a hurry.

I want this one.

8186692622.

He is very popular with the ladies.

I want to meet him.

I'm sorry. That's impossible. That can't happen. No.

He is going to be the father of my child.

She's going to want to know what he's like,

what kind of aftershave if his eyes wrinkle when he laughs.

You know, all that personal crap.

Yes. But each of our clients donates under the strictest confidentiality.

You could jeopardize a relationship or a job opportunity.

No, that. That's impossible. It can't happen. There's no way.

Well, can you at least 8186692626.

And I'm contemplating using his DNA, and I've a few questions.

I understand. I really, really do.

But you have to understand that I'm giving you my assurance

that he's passed every personal, criminal and medical history possible.

You're going to be very, very happy with the selection.

Very, very happy.

Okay. Well, can’t blame a girl for trying.

I just really wanted to meet an Olympic gold medalist

who's got a doctorate in particle physics and plays a Rudra veena worth a crap.

Should I make the proper arrangements?

We accept all major credit cards.

Yeah, let's do it.

Things changed a lot after that day.

I can take care of myself.

Third time's a charm, missy.

Oh, my God. She's gorgeous.

Ms. Honey Weathers...

I'd like for you to meet Miss Natalie Cross, your new foster child.

I just knew one day God would get me a Debbie doll.

You're home now, sugar.

They broke the bastard mold on this one.

Marco started off conducting sex tours in Asia for wealthy Germans.

Now he's moved into full time child slavery.

Asian girls, mostly.

Lot of money east of the Rhine these days.

The body of another missing girl

Come on, darling.

You've never been to school. Let's not start today.

Investigators confirm that the severity of the wounds and the location of the body

indicate this is the work of the White Rock child killer.

Police at this time have no clue

as to the identity of the killer or if he even remains in our city.

But parents are urged to use extreme caution.

You see these paw prints getting closer together.

That means he's getting tired.

Why is this rear print out further than the other?

Means he's got a limp.

He's probably injured.

That's right. That's good.

You have to study your prey, studying hard, get to know him.

That way it's easier to kill ‘em.

Faster. You understand?

Yes daddy.

He'd been stalking the neighborhood for weeks.

Hey there.

Hey. Aren't you late for school?

You know I'm headed that way.

You want a ride?

You want to ride?

A girl never forgets a first time.

Funny thing is, they called it self-defense.

They even gave me the reward money,

Honey made me put it in my college fund.

I even ruined my favorite dress.

But it was worth it.

Sorry about that.

I just really like my steak.

I can see that.

Want some?

More than you could possibly imagine.

Glad I didn't skip the gym today.

I know when I joined last week.

Otherwise you and I probably never would have met.

Somehow I think I would have always found you.

Believe in karma, do you?

Oh, yeah.

You know,

strangely, my Swiss banker seems to have no concept of time zones.

So tell me a bit about yourself, Natalie.

You, uh... married?

Kids?

If I were married, then what would I be doing here?

Well, you certainly wouldn't be the first.

I bet.

No, not married.

Never found the right guy.

Me neither.

Never found the right guy or never married?

I don't really believe in marriage.

What about kids?

I don't know. I just think, why

bring an innocent child into my hellhole?

A life like this?

Let me guess.

You work for Hallmark greeting cards, right?

Come on. You don't exactly strike me as a sentimentalist.

Well...

Can I tell you a little secret?

When I was in grad school.

And don't laugh at me, but I sold some sperm to one of those banks.

And ever since then, these desperate housewives won't leave me alone.

That's pathetic.

I want this one.

I don't want a wife, and I don't want kids.

Know what I’m saying?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Life's just too damn short.

Shorter than you know.

Thanks for being here.

It's about this fella you've been tracking.

Yeah.

Every time I get close to him, it's like he senses I'm

there and drops out of sight.

I back up, he pops up, out of reach.

Do you remember when I used to take you gator hunting?

Yeah.

What?

You mean when other girls were learning how to roller skate?

I was learning how to on a gator hide.

How many of those little girly friends are roller skating today?

Probably none.

That's right. Not a one of them.

Maybe your old man wasn’t so crazy after all.

My point is, darlin.

A gator is a hunter.

Remember?

He likes to feed.

He doesn't hide because he's scared.

He hides because it's the easiest way for him

to creep in up close to his prey and make his kill.

What are you talking about?

A gator looks like a swamp. He smells like a swamp.

You never even know he was there.

So maybe this fella you're tracking, he's like a gator,

maybe he's hiding in plain sight

you just can't she him.

Here's what you do.

You pick your spot. You drop your bait. You wait,

You wait.

He pops his head up. You take him out.

One more thing. Baby.

if he is like a gator, that means he's just buying this time,

trying to get up close to you.

What he does, you lay into you be on your guard.

You do that for your old man.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming, Daddy.

Sure.

Your mother said to say hello

Tell her I send my love, too.

Well, I don't know when I'm going to see her again.

When am I going to see you again?

Take the shot.

Take the shot now.

Take it now.

Pull the trigger now.

They broke the bastard mold on this one.

So help me if I have to come down there and kill you myself, Cross

Take the shot. Now.

Why not start me off easy?

I repeat.

Take the shot now.

He's the easiest one on the list.

Abort the mission.

I repeat, abort the mission.

Bogye in route. I repeat bogey in route.

Daddy always called it the pink mist.

The vaporized blood and brain tissue

you get when you pulverize a human skull with a high velocity projectile.

Pink is my favorite color.

What's the holdup?

Sorry.

What are you looking at?

What is that?

What is what?

That thing on your back.

Something I got a long time ago.

I don't like it.

Well, I didn't get it for you.

It's ugly.

Well, it's not a cute, cuddly little puppy dog, that's for sure.

Why’d you get it?

It helps me to remember.

Lets me forget

That doesn't make sense, Daddy.

Doesn’t make sense to you.

But it's on your back. You can't even see it.

Yeah, well

I know it's there.

Does it ever go away?

No.

Promise me you won't get one.

Why would I?

Promise.

Some promises are harder to keep than others.

Bogey in route. Abort the mission.

Abort the mission.

I repeat, abort the mission.

The deal was you complete ten assignments and you go free.

Getting killed after your first mission back was not part of the program.

Good to see you too, wilson.

Congratulations on the Marco hit.

Why is that person talking to me?

We've got intel that Marco's people took out a contract on you.

He's dead. I'm not. What's the problem?

I've heard so much about you.

Bad idea.

Her mother was part of Euro BLOC.

Not even an option.

I'm really looking forward to working under you.

Your skills are legendary.

You ran the Bolivian job with her mother back in ‘98.

Really bad idea.

Think of Bunny as a protege.

Training her is going to keep you focused.

Bunny?

No way.

Take some time off.

Think about it and get your head screwed on straight.

If I don't change my mind.

Well, then you can just pull out that cute little orange jumpsuit.

Don't worry. You won't even know I'm around.

That's what I'm worried about.

General Patton said we must know our destiny.

I'm certain my destiny is to be a mommy.

But I'm also certain that everything's FUBAR right now.

Nate?

Nate come here.

Come on inside I got something I want to show you.

Well...

I once asked Daddy if he like dogs.

He said, depends on how you cook them.

It's for you, lunk head.

I thought it was time you had a pet.

For me? Really?

Why’s her name, Darleen?

Long story.

Abort the mission.

I repeat, abort the mission.

Abort the mission.

Abort the mission.

So maybe my destiny is FUBAR

Which means maybe I'm not fit to be a mother.

I look like her, right?

The bunny. Or your mom.

The bunny.

You're the spitting image of your mother.

And she's really pretty, wasn't she?

Yeah, she was, but pretty is not everything.

Am I pretty, Daddy?

Yes.

And annoying.

Go to sleep.

Did Mommy go away because of something I did?

No, no, she didn't.

So... It wasn't my fault?

Why would it be your fault?

Then whose fault was it? Daddy?

Listen. Fault and blame and such.

They don't solve anything, little girl.

People do what they do. You can't change that.

You just figure out what's right for you and let God sort the rest out.

Daddy?

Yeah?

Is Mommy in heaven?

What the hell does Patton

know about being a mommy anyway?

I heard somewhere that the average adult

carries three pounds of undigested meat around in their colon.

But there are other reasons to go vegan.

W-2s.

Your next target.

A local thought we'd ease you back in.

Political?

Big mouth needs to be shut.

Done.

Sure smells good, Daddy.

What is it?

Love is stronger than death, pumpkin.

That don't mean death won't snatch away the ones we love the most.

You remember that?

Even you, Daddy?

Yeah.

Yeah. Even me.

Say grace before your taters get cold.

Change is good,

right?

You're home now, sugar.

Honey was the only mother I ever knew.

Think she would have liked my dad if she didn't know him.

Look at you.

All grown up and off to college.

Don't forget all your luggage and everything is upstairs...

Yeah, I know, I know.

And don't forget what I said about them both either.

Now, you just focus on your studies and.

And pay them. No, never mind.

Yes, ma'am.

You sure you want to do this?

You’re so beautiful.

Thank you.

And you remember one thing.

Dating is the devil's work.

Yes ma’m.

I mean, it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and all.

But ever since Ruthie died.

Must be really hard, I’m sorry.

Raising five kids is no picnic.

Trust me.

And then the cancer came back,

and I lost the other one.

The whole commercial real estate has gone through the roof.

About 14 deals on the table. And I can sign today.

Did you hear what I said?

Oh, yeah. Everything about the last part.

Well, I said that I wanted--

I gotta take this.

Yeah.

I got to go to the ladies room anyway.

Miss me.

How do I look?

You missed a spot.

But it’s pink?

Well, change is good.

Go ahead, do me.

Just swallow it.

Swallow it!

Big mouth needs to be shut.

All right, well 10 a.m. we’ll finalize that deal.

All right, I’ll see you then.

Girl problems. Gotta run.

Konrad Lorenz first observed imprinting in baby geese.

But it's true for all animals.

Newborns can only learn to become what they're supposed to

become by imitating their mothers in action.

So you can imagine what happens

when a baby never knows its mother.

You okay, baby?

Fine Daddy, just fine.

Yo, Mary Kay?

I'm sorry, but your music was giving me a headache.

Personally, I don't like it either, but it does stop

the screaming voices in my head begging me to kill all the virgins.

Really?

When does the killing spree begin?

Why are you worried?

Should I be.

I don't know.

Should you be?

I like you.

You're different.

Blame it on home school.

Really? Me too. I mean, I didn't start out.

Solemnly swear to me.

Pinkster that you’ll get on birth control right away

you sweet, gullible child.

Well, listen, as soon as I put my stuff away, we should go do something.

Oh, yes. Let's.

Let's do something really girly and fun.

I know, but a piercing.

Yeah, that just looks like it would hurt.

Oh, I’ll show you one that really hurt.

That's okay.

Really, I was just thinking, pizza.

Sorry. Lactose intolerant.

How ‘bout a tat? First ink is on me.

No, I would never get a tattoo.

They're gross.

Pinkster. How did you know?

Gee, I had you pegged as a tofurky kind of girl all the way.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

You might want to change.

Why?

Because is pink isn’t exactly the color of nonconformity, is it?

I mean, pink is for girls, right?

Well, I don't care.

Well, I just want you to be comfortable.

There's not exactly going to be Tri Delts where we're going.

Comfort isn't high on my list, so we're good.

Fine. Don't say I didn’t warn you.

Ah, thanks, Mom.

Yeah.

It's kind of brutal, even for you.

How'd you find out?

Bunny watched.

We need to brief, my office in an hour.

Time to bring you back up to the majors.

Not too bad.

Except for the fact it's in the 998.

J BLOC lost two men in their first attempt and threein their second.

M BLOC flat out past.

And we're taking this on because...

Triple our fee.

That’s a lot of cash.

Not if you're dead.

Then don't get dead

So what exactly are you ebelling against?

Consumerist culture, gender stereotypes, Poindexter pardon.

And GAT.

GAT?

That’s so wrong.

And when did you decide to become just whatever it is these people are?

I didn't. It kind of chose me.

When did you decide to become a pinkster?

Same.

And how's that working for you?

Not too bad.

So you want me to hook you up?

I know which ones have the fewest diseases.

You know, all these guys?

I was talking about the chicks.

Uh, no thanks.

Just say the word and I'll pimp you out.

AC or DC no charge.

Let me ask you something.

Okay. If you're so rebellious, then why are you in college?

My dad made me.

Oh, how can he make you?

You know how dad's can be.

Yeah, I do.

So what does your dad do?

Televangelist.

No, seriously, what does he do?

Really?

Wow.

And what does your dad do?

Not a televangelist.

And?

That pretty much covers it.

A real monster, huh?

Depends on what you mean by monster.

I always change up my workouts before a big mission.

I'll try to keep up.

Not too bad.

It's time to get up.

Why did I decide to take this stupid morning class?

Because mornings are fun.

It's too early. I'm dropping.

It's a 10:30 class.

No, you're not dropping it.

Who gets up this early?

All the people you want to liberate.

Your mid-morning demeanor is suspiciously bourgeois.

Comrad Pinkster.

Okay, if you hurry, I'll buy you coffee.

Mountain Dew and a smoke or no deal.

Okay. Deal.

I hate the front row.

Yeah, if you want to pick your seat, you're going to to get here early.

How early?

Like on time? Early.

Not five minutes late.

You pick your friends and you pick your seats, but

you can't pick your friend’s seats.

What?

Something my brother taught me.

Okay, this professor is really late.

Probably because it's some old hag with rheumatoid arthritis

creeping through the halls on her walker.

And to think, I'm paying for this.

You are on a full scholarship.

That’s besides the point.

Sorry for the delay class.

I was on the phone with a colleague at the Sorbonne,

and time got away from me.

What did I miss?

Let's begin, shall we?

Forget what I said about the back row, pinkster.

See, I told you this class would be fun.

My name is Professor Moll,

and I first fell in love with poetry as a young boy.

Is there anyone else here in love with poetry?

I think is going to be a good class.

I hope there’s an oral exam.

All right,

let's get started.

In chemical warfare, there are many compounds that will burn the eyes

foul the lungs and permeate the skin.

So there's no reason to take any chances.

Hello.

Hi.

Are you here for the office hours?

Yes.

Oh, please, come in.

Oh, thank you.

Your name is Natalie, yes?

Nate, actually.

Well, how may I help you, Nate?

Uh, well, I went to the library to check out one of the books

you suggested, and they said it was stolen, and now it's out of print.

Ah, let me guess. Love and Plague.

Yeah. They said he might have a copy.

Oh, let’s see

here it is.

What do you know about the book?

Uh, well, you wrote your dissertation on it.

Be careful with it.

I won't lose it. I promise.

No, I didn't mean that.

I mean, do you know what the book's about?

Not yet.

It's about a young German girl that grew up in a small village.

She's very devout, very devoted to her father.

She's a “Jungfrau”

a virgin.

In any event, a plague sweeps the region

killing her village priest, beautiful young boy she thinks she wants to marry.

And even her beloved father, with all the familiar forms

torn down around her in her grief and sense of mortality,

she starts questioning everything.

Well, she sounds very confused.

Yes she was.

Imagine her turmoil when she's accused of causing the plague.

In her mind, makes her a vessel of both death

as well as love.

Can anyone truly embrace both love and death?

I think I'm really going to enjoy reading this.

Actually, if you have time to take a coffee with me,

we could talk about it more.

Oh, I'd love to, but I can't.

Oh, yes, I understand.

No, it's just that I have to go to work.

Maybe when you finish the book, we can talk about it then.

Yeah, that'd be great.

That'd be awesome.

Hello?

Cleaning the men's bathroom is the only work study job

that should come with hazardous duty pay.

Is it all clear?

Hello?

Is someone in here?

Hello?

Hey.

Hey. Are you okay?

You are so gullible!

Lucky for you, I visit the bathroom rapist.

There's a bathroom rapist?

Uber, gullible.

What are you doing here?

I was sent here by the Pinkster Liberation Front to rescue you from what

is, quite literally, a crappy job.

No, I can't.

Beer and boners.

Oh, I love beer and boners, but really, I can't.

Fine.

Too “Arbeit Macht Frei” for me.

Wow, see that is why you are on a full scholarship.

And I'm scrubbing toilets.

Don’t wait up for me.

Bye.

Bye, bye.

Hey.

Hey, what do you think?

What do I think or what do I think he thinks?

Come on. You know what I mean.

No. Hey, do you want to go to the mall with me?

Actually, I'd rather buy carbon intensive earth raping sundries

directly from the child labor camp.

Okay, I will take that as a no.

There's only one place to retool a tool and that’s Salvation Army or Goodwill.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's two places.

You’ve got to be more quantum in your thinking pinkster.

Okay, I am leaving. I will see you later.

No fur.

You goofball.

How’d you do that?

Want me to show you or draw your picture?

I don't understand, you...

Is there somewhere else we can talk?

Good man. Hell of a warrior.

Why didn't he come back?

I can't say.

You mean you don't know?

I didn't say that.

Why are you here? Why now?

You're the right age. You're ready.

And I damn well know that you've been trained properly.

No, you don't understand.

I got out of that a long time ago.

I know. I've been monitoring you.

I'm the one that found Honey.

She knows?

No. That's one of the reasons why I picked her.

I wanted to get you away from it all until you were ready.

You keep talking about it.

I don't understand what it is.

It was what your daddy did better than any man I've ever known.

What military?

We were recruited out of Delta Force.

But no, not military ops.

CIA?

No.

Government?

No.

Okay, then what?

You interested or just curious?

I have to go back to work. Thank you for the coffee.

I'm always around.

I remember the first time I killed a guy with a sword.

Allez!

Six weeks in and they still suck.

They’re just not that into it.

Point!

No passion for the thrust.

You know what I mean?

En garde.

Yeah, I think I get your drift.

Allez!

I wonder what my psych professor would say about this.

Short and crooked?

Point!

You should come over to the house.

I'll show you my two handed bastard sword.

En garde.

No, thanks.

I’ll even let you hold it.

Right. Right.

You scared?

Or just stuck up.

I mean, you really know how to charm the ladies, don't you?

Point!

Cross. Taylor.

Don't worry.

I'll take it easy on you.

Ah, gee thanks.

First three points...

Wins for grade.

En garde.

Allez!

Point!

En garde.

Allez!

Point!

En garde.

Allez!

Point!

Miss Cross?

Yes.

I have some bad news.

I just received word from Admin.

Turns out your lab partner has dropped out of the class.

Oh, no. Is she okay?

I don't know.

But I do know she will not be coming back.

Well, there goes my grade for the semester.

Connie was the best student in here.

Besides yourself, you mean.

I have two choices for you.

The first is I can assign you to one of the other groups.

Unfortunately, that provides an unfair advantage over the others.

Okay. And what's my second option?

If you think you're up for it?

You can do the project on your own.

But with my assistance.

I can't write the paper for you.

But I can help with the experiment.

But of course, that does mean you shall have to come outside of lab hours.

Oh, well, doesn't that mean extra hours for you too.

That's what I'm here for.

So tell me something about yourself.

My most vivid childhood memory

is when I was five years old

and I saw my old man pick up my Louisville Slugger,

and he chases my mother around the house and he hits her bam, bam, bam.

It was like watching Joe DiMaggio at batting practice... just...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is this upsetting you?

So when did we...

Oh. November 4th, 2002.

The feds could never make a case against me.

So they sent you?

Oh, forget about it, sweetheart.

It was... business.

Nothing personal.

You know how it is.

You're a kid. It is war.

You want to be a man, so you sign up.

Flag and fatherland and all that jazz.

So how did we...

I was guard for general...

Accused of war crimes. By U.N.

You was pretty good too.

I never even heard.

Hey. Another beer over here.

Still thirsty.

Have we met before?

Oh, no. senorita.

We?

Yes, I uh...

I think you call it collateral damages?

My wife and two daughters are here.

Would you like to meet them?

No.

Lita?

Lita, venga aqui!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do this to yourself, baby.

It's not worth it.

Let it go.

Oh. Wow.

I really need to find a new dating service.

Hello, class.

Today we begin the section on Renaissance Poetry.

Now, all poetry in this period has at least one of three purposes.

First...

Express religious devotion.

Second,

both in terms of beauty and form.

And third, and I think this should be self-explanatory.

There any questions?

Good.

Then open your books to chapter 13 and we'll begin.

What was that all about?

I hate these gallery shows full of pretentious people.

Don't know what they're talking about.

Tell me about it.

Not much of a turnout, though.

The artist didn't show, so everybody left.

Why didn't you leave?

I’m here for the paintings.

Yeah.

Everybody's raving about this guy.

Come on, look at this wreck.

It's hopelessly sentimental and self-aware.

Don't you think?

I think it's perfectly prepossessing.

Really?

Well, if you really feel that way.

You probably ought to find the guy and tell him that.

I suspect he already knows.

What else do you know about this guy?

Reckless.

Gentle.

Full of longing.

I think he'd like to get to know you better.

Which could possibly come of it?

Anything?

Nothing.

Everything.

Anyone ever told you that you're hopelessly

sentimental and self-aware?

Has anybody ever told you that

you are rapturously prepossessing?

Yeah, sort of.

But it was a long time ago.

Well, good.

I'm glad I'm not the first.

Check your syllabus.

And remember, no late papers.

Class dismissed.

Miss Cross, may I have a word with you?

Yeah, absolutely.

I was wondering, have you finished that book I loaned you?

Yes, I did. I loved it.

Great. Can I ask a favor of you?

Yeah, anything.

I really need that book for a project that I have.

Can you come to my house tonight?

Say, around 7:00?

Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

Great. Maybe you can stay and we can talk about the book.

Okay. Yeah, sure. I'd love to.

Thanks.

I think it's interesting that the Bible uses the phrase “to know someone”

as a euphemism for...

Well... You know.

So it's really important to know all about somebody before you know them.

You know?

That's so cute.

I don't know about this.

He's like my dad's age.

He's 37.

Oh. Oh, my mistake.

My grandpa’s age.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Why not?

How about mutual interest?

We both love poetry.

What about his politics?

You realize he probably voted for Eisenhower, right?

Well, I don't care about politics.

What about bladder control.

Or orthopedic shoes?

Oldheimers?

Do you have any advice?

Yeah. Wait until you're married.

Oh, you hypocrite.

You're not allowed to say that.

No, you were like.

Like, the coolest, funniest, hippest, sluttiest chick I know.

And I want to be just like you.

No, pinkster... You really don't.

I'll wait up.

Thank you so much for coming.

You look delightful.

Please come in.

Thank you. Oh, here's your book.

Oh. Perfect.

Would you like some wine?

Sure. Absolutely.

Great.

Here we are.

Thank you.

To good books and all good things in them.

I am so sorry that I am late.

Is this the young scholar that you've told me so much about?

Yes. Nate, I would love to introduce you to my life partner. Guy.

Oh, I've heard so much about you.

And I understand that we're going to be talking about Love and Plague tonight.

Yes, Nate is my new convert.

Well, welcome to the club.

Oh, God.

So you chickened out?

No.

Oh, no, I didn't chicken out.

God.

Let's get drunk.

I know where there's a frat party.

You know what? Why the hell not? Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, and won't be needing this.

Fine.

Freshen you up?

Sure. Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You don't mind if I join you, do you?

No, not at all.

Good.

Oh, I'm really sorry about Fencing class the other day.

No, really. I don't know what got into me.

I don’t even remember that.

Where did you learn to fence like that?

I don't know.

I mean, that was my first time to take that course.

You're lying.

No really.

Really?

Wow. I’m impressed.

Thank you.

You’re really good.

You look tired.

I'm just getting sleepy.

Do you wanna lay down?

Oh, actually, I should go home.

Oh?

Your friend looks like she's having fun.

Shame to make her leave.

Well, she's always having fun.

Are you sure. Seriously, got a couch up in the game room.

You can crash up there.

Okay, that would be really good, actually.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Follow me.

Okay.

I’ll show this stupid bitch.

Oh, crap.

Oh, hi.

I thought you were going to stand me up.

I'm sorry. It's a really long story.

I must look like a mess right now.

Nonsense.

Disheveled becomes you.

Oh?

We are making excellent progress in your work.

Oh, good, good.

So, uh...

the plans this weekend.

Oh, no, just work.

Have you been to Bimini this time of year?

Excuse me?

Bimini.

Caribbean?

Very cool.

I'm flying with a few of my friends and my father's private jet.

One of the advantages of being a diplomat’s son.

Oh.

Will you join us?

We’ll be back early Monday morning.

You can even bring your lab book with you.

Thank you. Really. But... um.

I can't.

Maybe some other time.

I will introduce him as my friend,

my mentor and my lover.

Of course, I was many, many years ago

in a debauched London flat.

But he is one of the most original and thoughtful

minds of our generation and has graciously agreed

to read us a passage from his latest book this evening.

Please welcome Neil Brannon.

While I thank you for remembering me for my amorous pursuits.

I must chide you for forgetting something even more important.

The title of my book,

The Virgin's Plague.

What do you know about the book?

So I shall begin

as all such things begin,

which is before all tragedy,

when hope like

sunrises, caressed the unbroken heart and all joy

becomes our evening song.

I hate posers.

Agreed

To a remarkable and remarkably well-read woman.

Thank you.

May I ask you a favor?

Sure.

Can I paint you?

Yeah.

You know, Goya painted this in his old age, so it was hardly

a reflection of his fear of his own impending mortality.

Of course, it wouldn't be surprising if it was merely an artistic expression

for the war in Spain or Goya’s fear of

God's impending wrath.

Yeah.

Yeah. I've listened to it three times already.

Good try, though.

So, Sister Wendy, you got any other thoughts

or do you need someone else to do your thinking fo you?

Well,

maybe he's trying to say

that some dads are better than others.

Yeah, I’ve heard that.

And the same is true for kids too, I suppose.

Are you writing this down?

Oh, yes.

Keep going.

I had a dad once. How about you?

That the best pick up line you got there cowboy?

Actually, that wasn't a pick up line.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I mean, I was two years old.

I don't even remember him.

That’s sad, I'm sorry.

We live and we die.

But death isn't the end.

I had a dad too once.

Past tense is a bitch, isn't it?

Yeah.

Do you think that love is stronger than death?

Now, why would you ask that?

Theology major. Minor in random questions.

Hey.

What is your name?

That’s unbelievable.

What's her problem?

No, no, wait a second.

I...

I'm curious.

Assassins go back as far as human civilization we’re the second oldest profession.

A very practical expression of state power.

Perhaps the oldest known branch of what we call special ops.

In the 20th century, though, there are two problems with special ops.

first so-called Democratic states have certain values

that forbid them from using deadly force against, say, noncombatants.

or world leaders.

This gives rise to black ops

deadly operations that are off the books, so to speak.

And away from the prying eyes of congressional committees

and snooping reporters. But black ops are expensive.

It’s easier to hire them out, say way the Army will hire Halliburton

to build a barracks instead of using the Army Corps of Engineers.

So that's one niche we fill.

But the other problem today is that multinational organizations are just

that and relations whose interests don't always coincide with national interests.

So, for example, back in ‘53, Eisenhower appoints the president of

General Motors, as the secretary of defense, a man by the name of Charlie Wilson.

Who once said what's good for General Motors is good for America.

So that's why the United Fruit Company could call upon the services of the CIA

in ‘54 to stage a coup in Guatemala to protect their monopoly in bananas.

But now the world has changed and corporations have changed.

Today, their interests may run completely against the national interests.

So if the United Fruit Company can’t turn to the CIA to sort things out

with a hostile government or another corporation.

Who do they turn to?

They turn to us - a BLOC.

A BLOC?

Black Ops Corporation.

So is there only one BLOC?

General Motors has to compete with Mercedes Benz

Toyota, even Kia, right?

Yeah.

Sometimes they merge, sometimes they buy each other out.

Sometimes there's a--

A hostile takeover.

I've got a little job for you.

What kind of a job?

Simple.

Just a date with a guy, nothing more.

Go out.

Have a good time. Keep your eyes open.

No wet work, no 007 stuff.

So I've never been painted before.

How do you want me?

Naked.

Actually.

Really?

Yeah.

Really.

Okay.

How are you going to paint me with your eyes closed?

I'm waiting for you to strip down, get on the futon

and crawl under the sheets.

Okay.

What are you doing to me?

Just trust me.

I do.

Whoa.

You’re all done.

Great.

You want to do the front?

There's Besson.

And where the hell is Hepner?

Still early.

We extracted exactly 12 minutes. 30 seconds.

Or we abort.

So how's the whole Dante thing going?

How the hell do you know about him?

You talk in your sleep.

Yeah. Well, just forget it.

I've been doing all the research, and I don't trust him.

Research?

Target acquired.

Got it.

Stay the hell away from Dante.

Just watching out for you.

Those Germans sure know how to party.

Yep.

Nothing says party like selling nerve gas to some psychopaths.

Target acquired.

Abort the mission... Abort the mission

I repeat abort the mission.

FUBAR strikes again.

We need to get out of here.

What are you doing?

Backup plan.

What backup plan?

There’s always a backup plan.

Cover me.

Oh! God. No. No, no, no.

Speak.

I'm in.

Let's get to work.

Benny's got your back.

You're totally awesome. You know that, don't you?

Yes, bunny. I know.

Cause you keep on telling me. It keeps getting on my nerves.

You know he's probably the guy Marco’s people sent.

Who, Hepner?

No,Dante.

You better back off.

I mean, it's the perfect setup.

He makes--

I’ll tell you this once and one time only stay away from him.

Got it.

I'm just watching out for you.

I get a little cranky when I'm carsick.

Chos de Mesnil, as you ordered.

Excellent.

You know, it really is getting late.

What was your favorite part about tonight?

Well, I've never danced with a prince before.

Yes, but every eye was on you

Mine most of all.

To a memorable evening.

Won't you join me?

Well, I've never had champagne before.

Well, the first must be the best.

The first is going to have to wait.

You must try it. It's remarkable.

You won't regret it.

No, no thanks.

You don't know what you're missing.

I'm okay with that.

But I want to drink up life.

Drink it all up,

don't you?

You know what?

I really should be going.

If you had any manners at all, you would try and please me

and... taste it.

All right.

Sure, I'll taste it.

You won't forget tonight.

And neither will you.

Are you all right?

I'll call the guards.

No, let her go.

You never told me what happened to your mother.

Got caught cheating on my dad.

Hey, honey,

No!

I missed you.

You’re kind of clingy.

I like it.

I don't like it when you're away from me.

Never even ask me about my work.

I don't care about your work.

I think about my past

boyfriends.

Stop.

Mystery is beauty.

And I love beauty.

Which means I love you.

How can you love what you don't know?

I think that

knowing is the opposite of love.

Knowing is about control.

And...

I think of as an act of faith.

Faith is evidence of things

hoped for, and...

The substance of things not seen yet.

You really are perfect, aren't you?

Yep.

What about kids?

I think I'm too selfish to be a father,

so I took care of that.

Why are children important to you?

No. Not really.

Guys change their minds

right?

Know what, the Belgian waffle looks really good.

Because you kicked his ass to control the situation and completed your mission.

Your dad would be proud of you.

Yeah, I guess he would.

Is this seat taken?

What would your girlfriend think?

What girlfriend?

The girl from the museum.

I see you with her all over campus.

You mean Hannah?

No, no, no, no. She's my sister.

I tried to introduce you to her.

You jerk. Why didn’t you tell me?

I tried. You. You ran away.

Are you serious? I did.

Wow. You probably think I'm a really big jerk right now, don't you?

Am I wrong?

Only one way to find out.

Forget about her.

I can't.

Nobody says no to me.

Now you see some animals you take head on, chase them down

like the kind you eat.

Well, that's right.

But the kind that can eat you

sometimes it's best to let them come to us.

You understand?

What is this?

Well, open it.

What is this for?

It's a promise ring.

Yeah. What does that mean?

It means, I promise.

Promise what?

I promise to never stop being crazy about you.

What, that's it?

Isn’t that enough?

I think this ring is big enough for one more. Don't you?

I promise

to love you

until the stars start falling.

Do you mean that?

I do.

You are stuck with me.

Hey sleepyhead. Wake up.

Come on.

Let's take a walk.

Who is he?

He's just an animal that needed putting down.

Bunny's missing.

Told you she was a head case.

Probably AWOL.

She thought she found the Marco assassin.

I know. She's been yammering about the guy.

I checked him out. He's clean.

Look at the whole photo.

You need to deal with this.

I could have hired the job out.

You'd be dead by now. And you know it.

Do the job or I will.

You need to get laid Wilson.

Watch your back.

Why? Is that a threat?

No.

There's something in the air.

Man, let's go.

The sea is full of them.

What are you doing?

Just going to scare him a little.

Stop!

You hit him!

Noah?

Noah?

I got the tag number.

Cops will get ‘em.

No, they won't.

I feel like I should stay.

It’s okay.

Honey is going to be here in the morning.

You've got my number.

Call me. Okay?

Okay.

I told you.

She's good.

Please stop.

Natalie, I'm sorry.

Natalie, I'm sorry.... don’t...

I'm sorry too.

Just tell us who gave you this.

Could you tell us that?

You tell us that

We’ll call it quits for tonight.

Okay, sweetie.

Maybe a terrorist cell

foreign government.

I dunno, something like animal rights group, maybe?

What?

The Mickey Mouse Club.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Rodriguez here.

No.

What?

He's already here.

Let's go get a cup of coffee.

Well, good news.

I'd say you're about eight weeks along.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Who's the lucky dad?

I guess Dante lied about a lot of stuff.

Besides the whole secret killer assassin thingy.

You need help pinkster.

Call me some time.

Hey, daddy.

We have to talk.

Thought you'd be dead by now.

Beer.

They say your last should always be your best

To you, kid.

Me and your old man.

We were in a Hungarian cluster dance codenamed Bear Claw.

Smash and grab job out of... it don’t matter.

I had a .762 in my chest

and was bleeding like a pig.

Your daddy should’ve left me to die there in the mud

but he picked my sorry ass up and got me back to the last chopper.

Of course, back then we were military.

I should have given that to you a long time ago.

What is that?

Outta here, kiddo.

I'm sorry about everything.

Especially that.

Nate- If you're reading this letter, it means I'm really dead now.

I'm very sorry I disappeared all those years ago,

but trust me, it was for your own good.

I sincerely hope you've had a good life, pumpkin.

But the main reason for this note is I never got the chance

to tell you about your mother.

There's something in the air.

How the hell am I supposed to find my mom now?

Now you see, it's just like makeup

and... girls like makeup.

At least most girls do.

You know, your mama didn't really even wear makeup.

She was the prettiest thing I ever laid eyes on.

Still remember our first date like it was yesterday?

She let me take her to the senior prom.

Yeah.

She said it was because I was the only boy

in high school that had the gumption to ask her.

All the other boys were afraid because she was too pretty.

It's true. You know, they say that the prettiest girls are the loneliest.

All the boys are afraid to ask them out.

They're intimidated.

Which I guess means, uh,

nobody's ever going to ask you out.

Which is just fine by me.

Actually...

The reason the boys didn't ask your mother out wasn't because she was pretty.

It was because they knew I was sweet on her.

If they so much as glanced her direction

they’d get a busted lip and a black guy for their transgression.

I never told your mother that. Of course.

In fact, as far as I can remember, she only ever wore makeup twice.

Day we got married.

And the night I showed up to take her to the prom.

She came out of the trailer

sparkly dress and puffy sleeves and stacked heels.

Hair blowing in the wind.

She was beautiful.

Like you.

But I digress.

Rule number one

the night

is your friend.

Don't ever be afraid of the night.

The night conceals you.

It hides you.

Night is something you wear, like...

a dress or a cloak

Or a shroud.

It makes you invisible.

Invisible is dangerous,

like death itself.

I know what you're thinking.

You're afraid.

Daddy looks scary.

But don't be.

You don't ever have to be afraid of me.

I love you.

I will always...

be here for you.

Siete minutos, 7 minutes.

Better get you ready, kiddo.

Sorry about that, darling. It's working now.

Like I was saying...

We HALO’d in about, 0300.

There was a new moon and the sky was overcast.

Three man assault team. No fuss, no muss.

Cuban air defense was good. Heck, it was Soviet, including the operators.

But uh, see by keeping the team small, the drop plane high,

we avoid flying in the wild weasels,

you know which do a hell of a job at jamming the radar, but

blowing out radar scopes just between you and me.

I don’t know. It's like cutting a fart in church while the preacher's praying.

Exactly my point.

So we come in fast and undercover and we get into the village.

No problemo. Intelligence told us there were six guards,

three of them on duty, three of them in their bunks.

And I don't know. We must have caught the whole gang

with their britches down because

we put all six of them into a dirt nap at exactly 0320

and the package we were sent in to nab, he was toes down with a little senorita.

So we, you know, we shoot him both with tranqs, bag up a little colonel.

We beeline for the LZ, right.

Our rendezvous time with our helo was exactly 0330.

and we were in and out of there faster than,

I don't know, a salt water sailor with a $2 hooker

Strike that, faster than crap through a goose.

Hell, we were good. Is what I'm trying to say.

I mean, we were a team. First Sergeant Joe MacDonald, a great guy.

Best I've ever met. Colonel Pete Stovall.

And then there was me. The three of us

We bled together on three different continents.

We dropped bodies on five.

We ran up bar tabs and everywhere

between here and Timbuktu, we busted out a half as many brigs.

I mean, nothing could stop us,

At least that's what we thought.

So anyway, we hightail it to the LZ and got there

just as the chopper touches down at 0330 as per the plan.

Just as I chuck the package on to the helo deck, I hear the whack--

crack of a sniper rifle behind me,

So I whip around only to find that old Joe isn't anywhere near me.

And now we are FUBAR’d and SNAUFU’d up the ying yang.

I mean, there's no way in hell we're going to leave Joe behind,

but the high value package we just nabbed it has an express delivery date.

So the chopper pilot, he's about to wet his panties.

I mean, he's going crazy. Bullets are flying.

So I tell Pete, look, just just take off in the chopper.

But he refuses.

So I convince him by cold cocking him and I tossed his ass into the helo as well.

I give the pilot the coordinates.

I give him a time for a rendezvous pick up and I tell him to lift off.

And he does, right?

So I head back to the village and I find Joe's corpse dead in the grass

with a bullet hole smack dab in the middle of his forehead.

There's a sniper going through his clothes.

So I sneak up on that sniper and I give him a Red Smile.

You know the drill. I hoist him up, my dead man carry him on my shoulders.

I mean, I am double timing it towards the new LZ.

What I don't realize

is that I run myself straight into the middle of a damn minefield.

I mean, I don't hear the thump of the Bouncing Betty as it happens

two feet behind me. I mean... what?

Bouncing Betty?

Well, it's a mine, you know.

The gold darn Germans invented ‘em and the commies perfected ’em.

And it's the kind of mine that springs up out of the ground about three feet

after you've stepped on one.

I think they call them daisy cutters, too.

The point is, old Joe, who's deader than a doornail,

he saves my sorry hide, because after the Bouncing Betty goes

thunk, it actually explodes with the whoop and shrapnel.

It rips into Joe's body instead of mine because I'm carrying him.

Only problem is it cuts him in half, which is bad news

for Joe, but good news for me because now is only half the weight.

So I commenced to running like I mean a bat out of hell.

And I mean, it's--

But it's all happening harmlessly behind me, right?

So I check my watch.

I've got just minutes before I get to the new LZ for the rendezvous with old Joe.

Or else they're going to leave us behind.

Now, the only thing between me and the LZ is about a half a mile of lazy river.

Right. So I leap in with Joe still on my back and I frog swim

as fast as I can or as fast as my combat boots will let me.

I was swimming for the shore. Just as I am within reach of it.

I hear a roar and a snap and I'll be damned if some big ass gator

isn't biting down in the old Joe and he commences to do one of them

a gator death spins or death rolls.

I'm holding on to Joe's hand as tight as I can, you know.

But the gator, he's pulling his both down to the bottom

that river, rolling us around down in the mud.

You know, the last thing I feel

is something ripping and snapping, and suddenly I'm free

and I swim up to the surface, and I've still got Joe's hand in mine.

But it wasn't till I get my head above water.

I realized that all I've got left of Joe is his hand.

So I stuff it into my rucksack, climb up onto the shore.

Just as the helo arrives, I leap onto the deck with Pete's help

and we chopper out into the night free and clear

me, Pete, and old Joe.

I mean, what was left of old Joe.

Look, like I said before, rule number two is never leave a buddy behind.

Now I know that this here is your little buddy,

so I promise never to leave him behind either

at least until you're able to get around on your own a little better

And and then he's your responsibility to never leave him behind either. Okay.

And until then,

I promise never to leave either of you behind, okay?

Because buddies have to watch out for each other.

And you and me, baby girl,

we're always going to be buddies.

Always.

In this life and the next.

So...

You, uh, want to meet Joe?

Rule number three.

Always bring the right tool for the job.

You do that you'll save yourself time, trouble, and even your hide.

If you remember that one simple rule.

Take this spoon, for instance.

See this little indentation in here that makes the spoon really good

for eating as opposed to, say, the combat knife,

Really good for killing.

Killing.

Eating.

You can use the spoon for stirring your coffee

or eating soup.

Or uh...

I've been wanting to try this because I see you eat it all the time.

See what all the fuss is about.

Oh, that's good.

That's better than K-rations. Actually.

Yeah, spoons have a variety of uses...

For instance.

If you flip it over and use the flat side,

you can use it to turn over screws or you can about the top of a paint

can or pry open the mouth of the guy who'd you swallowed a very important paper.

I once tunneled out of a Viet Cong P.O.W.

camp with a spoon just like this.

Six months later, I found myself in a Stasi hoosegow,

and I had to punch through two feet of German concrete with the same spoon.

Not. Not this one, but...

Yeah, I lost that spoon in a cribbage game

to a one eyed Siamese pirate named Sally May Chen.

I really liked that spoon.

I never told your mom that story.

This spoon would make a mighty good weapon.

How you doing?

Right?

There are other tools to talk about.

The tweezers, for instance.

Very useful tool for a variety of different things.

Now you're going to be interested in these little puppies to

pluck your eyebrows, keep them nice.

And trams, they don't get all bushy

And Brezhnev-like.

Some guys like trimmed eyebrows too.

I couldn’t care less for me. For me...

They're excellent to pull odd bit of shrapnel out of my eye

or pluck little bits of glass out of my palm.

They'd actually make pretty good weapon too.

I may have to write a training manual on that.

Anyway, I digress.

This all brings me to my my last and final tool for you, little lady.

Yeah, that's about right.

You know what to do with this one, don't you kid.

Dig in.

I wish your mother could see us now.

Come to think of it, this bottle would make a hell of a molotov cocktail.