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The most dangerous thing on the planet these days?

A fool with way too much money.

I'm gonna fucking find you!

I paid for seven Demons. I only count four.

- You are a dolphin. - I'm a whale.

I'm tired of working for billionaires.

You said you had a proposal.

When we are partners, I would like to live here.

You're not getting this house, asshole.

The Demons have your daughter.

She fucking hates me. And she's probably got a point.

Well, whoever kills her, I hope it's messy.

I'm not the one who killed your fucking brother!

I just, I really need your help, Zigor, buddy.

The psycho doctor lady, she drugged me. She took my pager.

And now I'm in the woods.

I've got this. You go and find Sam.

Sorry, man.

Shit! What's this? Is it gonna kill me?

Without the antidote? Yes.

You should know that I am interested in you.

You're not a typical sociopath.

Do you wanna be on my side?

Wanna be a Demon?

Get in my fucking van.

- Hiya, Gwen. - Hey, sister!

Boss! Boss. Is Karenina.

I have Jackie Price.

I have Jackie Price and her fucking daughter in my van.

Slow down, Karenina. Speak more clearly.

Sorry. Okay.

You have Jackie Price. How is this possible?

I am top-notch professional.

She's prisoner right now, in van, with crazy daughter.

So, boss. Where you want to do this?

Bring her to me.

I'll send you the location.

And, Karenina?

Yes, boss?

Excellent work.

Thank you, boss.

I can expect your initial investment this week?

You can indeed. And we can thank Jackie Price for that.

The contract is closed.

Is that so?

Well, em...

Make yourself at home.

A trial run, if you will.

I will.

I can't believe you're selling Grandad's vineyard

to that douche.

It's just business, my boy.

Listen, love.

If we're gonna get through this,

we're gonna have to start speaking to each other, all right?

Okay.

I hate you. And I hope you fucking die.

Well, you gotta start somewhere, haven't you?

♪ There she goes, with a fire in the heart of her woes ♪

♪ She know what she do and she know what she running from ♪

♪ Running back, to the demons that are hard on her track ♪

♪ She hear what they say but she know where they coming from ♪

♪ Listen to me baby, I don’t wanna fight ♪

♪ Get too near, I’ll never fear, then set it all alight ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm not here to hold your hand ♪

♪ Money don't talk, but I sure can ♪

♪ I'm taking out the trash like the garbage man ♪

♪ Run, run, run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I'm taking it back to where it all began ♪

♪ Any last words before you die? ♪

♪ That’s the price you pay, the price you pay ♪

Hey!

Hey, you guys, just cause I fell asleep doesn't mean you can too.

Ah... Brrrr!

Bah!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Agh! How did he find me?!

Sweet... Sweet car, right?

She's one smooth ride.

How's the... How's the ventilation for you?

I'm gonna aim that a little bit more...

It says it's 18 outside, but obviously that doesn't take into account

windchill factor.

Hey, Jackie's GPS tracker's still working. She's on the move.

Jackie's, uh... Jackie's little blob here.

No, cos I'm just saying, like, if it stopped, then that could be a bad sign,

you know what I mean? It could be like a... Pfft! Pfft!

You know what I'm saying? We don't wanna find her in a ditch.

I don't know why I said any of that. Hey, do you wanna listen to something?

I wonder if Jackie's probably got some sweet... What have we got?

Anne Of Green Gables, unabridged. Baller.

Somebody hit the motherload, am I right?

Yeah, or we could just sit. We could...

I could be quiet, if you...

Look, I'm sorry, man. Okay?

I am. I'm sorry. It wasn't... I...

My back was against the wall, okay?

I know you're angry with me. But if...

If you're thinking today might be the day...

to do some killing of me,

then just please know that...

yesterday wasn't exactly sunshine and roses for me either, okay?

- Chapter One. - Okay.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde Is Surprised.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where

the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow.

S-So, how are you, Dad?

Why are you dressed like that?

Like a pussy-chump tennis coach.

I mean, I'm joking.

But... With that moustache,

you could be mistaken for a pussy-chump tennis coach.

Do none of your friends say this to you?

Actually, my friends are mostly music moguls now.

I'm kind of like a music mogul.

Get Junior a drink, Patsy. He looks a all antsy.

So, Mom had a kid. With Mitch.

I have a half-brother.

Good for you.

I've been looking at your finances.

My accountants have noted repeat payments of over 500 grand

to a shell company that just seems to vanish.

So I thought I would come here and ask you

what in the fuck you're doing.

Sounds like a computer error.

Happens a lot.

You're telling me I'm wrong?

Look in my eyes, Junior.

I'm sorry, Father. It's just, um...

Remember the painting that you had on the fireplace in Maine?

I found out that it's one of four paintings by Almoril.

And just a few weeks ago, I tried to complete the set for you at an auction.

And?

My bid was rejected.

So I kind of, um...

hired some assassins to take out

the person who refused to sell me the painting.

Why so?

I thought it's something you might have done.

Well...

You might be right about that.

Did they finish the job?

No. Not yet, sir.

But they're the best in the world, hands-down.

I see now.

Right!

A man's offspring are his...

sacred seed.

I wanted wolves.

A wolf pack. Sleek, hungry cubs.

I wanted...

to run at their head and watch them rip and kill

and grow strong and swift

and dominate our family territory.

I wanted to huddle at night under the moon,

our bellies full, our minds sharp,

our enemies in terror of our merciless skills and cohesion.

What I got...

...was a pussy-jump tennis coach.

And thanks to Mr. Prostate...

...my radiated balls will not provide any further pups.

You're it, Junior.

A pampered princeling

with a shithead moustache.

As of today, I'm cutting off all of your money.

You're cutting me off?

Sink or swim, you'll see.

Frankly, I'm a little bit jealous, boy.

Oh, and son...

...I hated that fucking painting.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Hey. What's up?

What's up? What is up, you will be happy to hear,

is that your target is now in our custody.

I will inform you when the contract is complete.

It will be this evening, at the latest.

Yeah, yeah. Um... No, no, no.

It's actually okay. It's okay, yeah.

What is okay?

We can, um, I don't know.

You understand?

No, I don't understand. Is now a bad time, Mr. Harper?

We can just forget the whole thing.

"The whole thing" being?

The whole contract killing thing.

- I see. - Forget it!

I think you better start from the beginning.

Well, um...

I just changed my mind, you know?

Call off the troops, man.

Yeah, the problem with contract killing is, well,

the contract is a commitment.

I'm committed to the killing. You are committed to the fee.

The fee's not happening.

Not happening?

That's right. It's my dad.

He fucking nixed the whole thing.

- Your father? - That's right.

He just... He just sailed into town and fucking cut my balls off.

Handed them to me on a fucking plate.

Your balls?

Yeah.

There's no money, Fred. Capisce?

I can't fucking pay you!

I can't pay for this entire hotel room!

I can't buy a fucking pizza!

I'm fucked! I'm fucked! What part of this are you not getting?

It's my fucking dad, okay?

I've got backup coming, so don't worry.

Zigor's on his way.

We're gonna get through this, all right?

- Who's Zigor? - Shut up!

Hey, whispering makes me very suspicious.

Is better for me if you shut the fuck up.

Whatever you say, sister.

Yo.

Hey! My brothers! Aupa!

Yo, what's up, homes? You remember me from the club?

Cool, yeah. This spot's dope, man.

It's got the whole gang chilling here.

Sick. Got some beats.

Got some good times, baby.

And I got some business right here.

That shit's poison. We've seen what that shit is.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This, this is good shit.

This is my personal shit. Personale.

That other shit, that was bad, man. That was a mistake.

I'm taking care of that. Nothing to do with me, bro.

This shit will send you to the fucking moon.

See?

My premiumy cocaineo.

And I got a lot more back at the hotel, too.

Mucho.

So what do you say? Me and you, bro? We could run a business together.

Si?

Wait here, bro.

Hey. How are you doing?

Everything and anything.

So is this true?

About the boat?

- Boat? - The big boat of the harbour.

The billionaire guy. Is he your father?

Yeah. That's my... That's my dad's yacht.

I'm Markel.

You are Sean, right?

Yeah.

It would be great to meet your father, Sean.

S-Sure.

Let's kidnap this motherfucker's dad and get paid.

Yeah.

Hey, Karenina, it's a bit of a coup for you, all this, isn't it?

I always come up with the goods.

But did the Demons notice that?

Well, is undeniable now.

I mean, fucking look at the handcuffs I invent on your wrists.

Oh, my God! Are they Bluetooth?

Cheap Japanese headphones and Magnitogorsk steel handcuffs.

Strongest in all Russia.

Simple call-for-locking app.

Is whole patent-pending situation.

The thing is, see, whatever you do,

the Demons will never respect you.

The offer still stands. Swap sides?

Hey, I get what you're doing.

It's the right move.

She's the weak link, for definite.

Definitely a weak link, yeah.

Yeah. We'll just work on her.

You know, really subtle-like.

- You'll help, won't you? - Yeah.

Definitely.

Good girl.

Hey, Karenina,

my mum thinks you're the weak link.

And she thinks if we work on you, like, really subtle-like,

you'll let us go.

Ha! Good luck with that shit.

Fucking idiot.

These people are professional killers.

- Do you want to die? - That's better.

Not so fucking lovey-dovey now, are you?

Pretending you give a shit about me.

You always do what's best for you.

Run away when everything goes wrong.

Well, you've royally fucked both of us.

Happy now? Happy?

- I'm never fucking happy! - Fucking nutball.

- You made sure of that. - Shut up!

Shut, shut, shut up, up, up, up, up!

Is there a problem, Sean?

I think a father would not like to miss his son's friends, huh?

Yeah, no. Um...

No, it's just, he's not the most...

typical, sociable, invite-all-your-friends-over type dad.

Mm. Yeah, don't worry.

My dad can also be an asshole.

Hey, Dad! You here?

- Fuck! Patsy! - That your dad?

Dad!

Dad!

Someone beat us to it, boss.

Fuck!

- They fucking kidnapped Dad! - Who's they?

- Jesus! These fucking hitmen, man! - What hitmen?

The fucking Seven Demons, bro!

Should never have... I couldn't pay for them. He took my dad!

- Seven Demons? - Fuck!

You mean the German guy? Shitty long hair!

You know Friedrich?

Fuck!

- I know where they've gone! - Patsy... Fuck!

Let's go.

Hello.

Thank you. I'm grateful.

You should be.

Are you going to explain to me what the hell it is you're doing here?

You know, I hoped that, uh,

you would like this place.

I can see us sharing a future here.

You can?

Ja.

I feel your vision of the future has changed, Friedrich.

Is that a bad thing?

Depends. Wasn't your secrecy the main reason for our divorce?

Speaking of secrets, where were you yesterday?

Retrieving our dog.

Why do I have the distinct feeling that that involved Jackie Price, ja?

You're planning to end the Demons, aren't you?

There are only three of us left and you haven't asked me to find any replacements.

Well, not end, no. I would not say "end", exactly.

I would say... transform, ja?

The future is wide open, hm?

But first I must secure the fee for Jackie Price, ja?

And then I promise I will explain everything.

- Ja? - Good.

Because abductions and killing isn't part of my job description these days.

Ja. Sorry for that.

I would not have asked, but it was urgent.

So...

You can start by explaining who this charmer is.

Ugh.

Sorry I shouted.

But fair play, though,

you give as good as you get, don't you?

Chip off the old block.

What do you like doing?

I mean, like normal things.

Is this you trying to bond him with?

No. Just talking while I still can.

What do you mean, "like"?

Well, I don't know, like, um...

I don't know, like...

Do you like watching TV?

No.

TikTok or Twitch.

Oh, right. No. I don't do any of that crap.

This is really what you want to talk about?

No.

I don't know. Look...

This isn't how I imagined it either, okay?

Why did you do it?

Do what?

Why did you leave me?

The day you were born, people wanted me dead.

I was terrified I wouldn't be able to protect you.

That you'd never be safe.

So I had to give you up.

Those are reasons behind why I had to do that.

I remember looking at you in your little crib.

And I knew I was going to mess you up, I just knew it.

Fuck it.

Do you want to get out of here?

Yeah.

She said these were made out of cheap Bluetooth, right?

Yeah.

So what's the thing about crap Bluetooth?

Oh...

I don't know that.

You can't connect two things with at once.

Did you learn that on TikTok?

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my God.

What are you doing?

I don't fucking need you.

No! No, no, no, no, we've got to stay together.

What the fucking hell?

Gwen?

Gwen! Gwen!

Oh, shit.

...the fat mare, unused to such treatment,

whizzed indignantly down the lane...

It's... stopped moving.

Look, Zigor, the blob stopped.

Hopefully, that's not a cap in the ass, right?

Zigor? Zigs?

You say, um...

...my son owes you four million?

Correct.

And this will make you whole, under the current circumstance?

It would.

I would like to negotiate.

I don't renegotiate signed contracts.

Your deal is with my son, not myself.

These are fresh factors.

There are two issues, Mr. Harper.

I promised this sum to a new business associate.

I cannot afford to disappoint him.

We'll return to that. What's the second issue?

If you don't pay me, I will kill your son.

OK, so the first issue...

This new venture that requires four million on your part is...

seed money, right?

- For you to demonstrate a bona fide. - Mm-hm.

To secure, perhaps even the property that we are currently enjoying.

Ja, correct.

And you will forfeit the opportunity if you don't have the investment?

- Ja, that is my concern. - Mm.

Well, may I sympathise, because...

there is nothing greater on this man's earth

than the a seizing of a new opportunity,

to embrace risk, failure,

and still seize the prize, priceless prize,

to win the fucking game.

To win. Always to win.

Well, then you'll also understand why I can't pay you a fucking penny.

Are we negotiating now, Mr. Harper?

By glory, we are!

So, the second issue,

I could pay you the money easily,

but then my son will not have learned anything.

You're willing to risk your life for that?

Don't have kids, do you?

Mm-mm.

Lessons must be taught in the harshest of ways.

I mean, families are important for legacy,

but problematic, at best.

All those little strangers around the breakfast table.

Hup!

- Are you okay, Mr. Harper? - Yes, yes, yes. Yes.

- Thank you. - Of course.

You know, there is one thing that I have never done, at least not directly.

Ja?

What's it like to kill a man?

Every time I kill...

...I'm always surprised by the same thing.

When I see someone through my sight...

...their unawareness of death is deeply moving.

This innocence, this is the gift I'm given,

it is why I do my job.

I hold that innocence...

...and then I take it away.

Crazy hell bitch! Get up!

No more funny business!

Me, you and Ander, we'll go check out what the fuck's going on.

The others wait here.

What about this prick?

The prick's coming with us.

Hey, what's the chat, bros?

You're coming with us, Sean.

Give the prick a gun.

He can go in first. We'll see what we are dealing with.

You call roadside assistance, maybe, Jackie?

Is this one of your little escape plans?

Fuck me! It's the Demons.

Is that for Jackie Price?

Poltergeist is tracking us!

Who?

Poltergeist, with little 'p' on side of case.

Not my doing, love. I swear.

Cockshit!

Tracker must be hidden in her fucking phone!

Zigor, come on!

Dude, what the fuck? What happened? Why didn't you shoot?

You motherfucker!

No more phones for you, Jackie.

Poltergeist can't track you now.

Hah!

Ohh! Is like fucking heaven.

Hey! This is a gold wallet.

A very substantial one.

What is that?

It's to store her crypto offline so it cannot be hacked.

How much?

There is lot of zeros.

It's yours, Karenina.

Take it all and go.

How is that good offer for me?

I already have it, and fucking you.

It's Poltergeist making good on what they owe me after you hit their silos.

Pissing them off on a grand scale, I have to say.

Hey, and that dead courier, that's an even bigger problem.

You have much bigger problems than me.

Motherfucker!

Coming, Dad.

You took your sweet time. But you're here now, Junior.

Better late than never.

- How did you find us? - Who cares? I fucking found you.

Put that thing down, Sean. You're not going to shoot anybody.

No way, Dad.

You don't know who this guy is.

I believe I do.

- You are alone? - Fuck you!

Yeah, I'm alone.

No, no, no, no, no. Can we please be civil? Please.

Look, may I be frank with you both?

I have...

I have very little time.

Me also.

Shall we draw these negotiations to a conclusion?

We shall, but my time is limited for other reasons.

I have a bastard tumour on my large intestine.

This fucking shit isn't scotch, more's the pity.

It's morphine.

What?

Quacks have given me three months.

Why didn't you say anything, Dad?

Because I don't want your fucking pity.

Anyway, if I may continue, what I said earlier is true.

You'll not get one penny from me.

Nothing personal, but I've never bowed to extortion.

I won't start now, so...

We'll find a new method of accommodation.

What the fuck are you talking about, Dad? He's holding a fucking gun!

He's not going to kill me, Junior.

This is how men negotiate.

He respects my position, I respect his position.

- I'm going to shoot him, Dad. - God damn it, Junior!

Listen to your father. You may just learn something.

We made a connection, so please let me be frank.

When I die, a significant fortune reverts immediately to my son.

I thought you cut me off.

You're in the will, Junior.

Don't tempt me to change that now.

I've given you a significant negotiating tool in your position.

I would suggest you use it.

On that basis, with large sums forthcoming to my son in the very near future,

I suggest you and he find a way forward.

Now you can pay me, Mr. Harper.

- You're welcome. - Dad...

Dad, no!

How many did you bring?

I count three.

Fuck! Dad! Dad, fuck!

Fuck, Dad! Fuck!

Run!

Scheisse!

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Rock you like a hurricane ♪

♪ Here I am ♪

♪ Rock you like a hurricane...

- What the fuck? - Shh.

I didn't want to say I told you so,

but I did tell you so.

Shut up. You're not my mother.

You're just the person I fell out of.

Pink rabbit!

H-H-H-Hello,

J-J-J-J-Jackie P-P-P

J-J-Jackie Price.