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You prefer corporate
or government jobs.

There's usually a complete dossier.

They allow time for planning.

Planning because typically
they prefer low profile.

Low profile is safer.

Low profile makes almost no ripple.

Low profile is unspectacular.

Time can become an issue.

You may have to hasten things along.

Your training lets you
slow your breathing,

lets you calm your heart.

Two pounds of pressure and...

But organized crime
likes a visible statement.

Let them know you were there.
Send a message written in blood.

With this employer, you rarely
get more than a name,

sometimes not even that.

It adds to the risk,
and it adds to the fee.

But you know there's a risk in that too.

The other risk with organized crime:

it creates enemies.

Experience has taught you
she won't call for help

until she's vacuumed up his cash

and has at least slipped on her panties.

It's vital that you show no urgency.

You trust your planning, your accuracy.

Two minutes until she calls
the front desk.

Fifteen to 30 seconds to get
the manager on duty,

some low-level schlump
working the graveyard shift.

He'll call either his boss
or the head of security.

Both will be home sleeping.

The phone rings once every six seconds.

Typically it will ring four times
before they're conscious enough to answer.

That's another 18 seconds.

Another minute before police
are dispatched.

In this part of the city, police should
arrive in under three minutes.

You're a professional...

an expert devoted to timing and precision.

A virtuoso.

You keep your tools in pristine condition.

Perfection demands precision.

Precision demands perseverance.

You live off the grid as much as possible.

You leave no trace of your real self.

You're a shadow.

You keep your true identity protected.

You avoid the US Postal Service

and open a mailbox run by
an independent company.

No names.

No trail.

You make sure
the process to engage you

is complex enough
to preserve your anonymity.

You might miss out on some assignments.

You see it as the cost of doing business.

However, you set your fee
compensate.

Hmm?

You recognize the code.

Go.

You're outside established protocol.

This is a one-off.

And afterwards, we'll return to procedure.

It's a short time frame.

- How short?
- Forty-eight hours.

Not much time to plan.

It's an accident.

Is it worth it?

I'm seeing double.

Let me be clear. Crystal clear.

For this fee...

it is delicate.

Special outcome demanded by client.

- Understood.
- Good.

I knew you would.
We go back a long way.

Do not put me in a bad position.

Call me when it's done.

Details?

You can inquire discretely today...

at 6:32.

Six, three, two.

You need to make it look
like an accident.

You don't mind
the added complexity in general.

But to do it right,
you need more time to plan.

And to add to it, no headlines.

Quiet.

A plan forms in your head.

You have to hit a two-inch moving target

on a car going 60-plus miles per hour
from 50 yards away.

And you only get one shot.

The blown tire should
pull him sharply to the right.

He'll overcorrect, which should cause him
to hit this very building.

It's rushed. You know that.

You wish you had more time.

But it's a plan. It'll have to do.

You know the rules.

Do not rush.

Do not hesitate.

Hey, Mom.

Mom! Here, pass!

Okay, kick it over.

Nice one, Mom.

Do not get distracted.

Careful.

I got it.
Don't worry. I got it.

Do not question.

Look out!

Mom!

Mom! Mom!

- Call the police!
- Oh, my God!

Somebody call 911!

Relax.

It's only me.

Your father was a good soldier.

- So you've said.
- It's a fact.

And you too.

So the medals say.

It's a family business.

I figured that I might find you here
since you don't answer the phone.

- I needed some time.
- I understand.

Till now, you were perfect, on point.

I rushed you, I know.
Couldn't be helped.

It's on me, not you.

Yeah.

Collateral damage. It happens.

You know that.

This is not Amarijah.

I know what happened there.

You shouldn't let this stuff
get to you, kid.

I'm not.

It's not your fault.

Did your father ever tell you
about Pinkville?

No. Never spoke of it.

Ah, that's not surprising.

That's where we met, you know... Pinkville.
Me and your old man.

We were just young kids,
fresh out of boot camp.

One night, the officers told us,

"Tomorrow you'll meet the enemy,
a whole battalion of gooks,

Viet Cong, who killed your...

friends, your relatives,
who'd kill your, uh, family

and rape your sister if they could."

So, we kids, we toked it up,
and the officers, they just drank it up,

because, you know, they were...

they were preparing us, as they say.

So we were prepared and...

we woke at 3:00 a.m.,
jumped on those choppers and...

we took off...

to kill or be killed.

It's really simple
when you think about it.

Only, finally, when we got there,

already the intelligence was bad,
because usually it was.

Because there was no hostile fire.
There was no fire at all, really.

There were just old men,

women and children,

sitting around fires, heating their rice,
ready for breakfast.

So, the officers, they just
gathered up all these...

the old men and the women
and the children,

even their pigs and their dogs
and their cats and, uh...

pushed them into ditches.

And, uh, they ordered us,
me and your old man,

to, um, plug them.

So we did. Clip after clip after clip.

Like a couple of automats
staring at each other, just firing and...

So we couldn't see the target,

the blood and the... carnage.

Until we stopped firing.

And then, as bad as that was,

when it was over, we started to have lunch
right there near the ditches.

And, you know, maybe 10, 15 feet away
from the bodies,

from the stench and the groaning.

Anyway, suddenly we hear this noise.
It was a whine or a squeal or something.

Maybe it was one of their pigs.

So, we all go to the top of the ditch
and we look in for the first time.

And it's, um...

This ain't no pig. No, sir.

It's a little boy,

two, maybe three, tough to say.

But his mother must've sheltered him
with her own body.

And he was too young to know that he
should've just played dead, stupid kid.

So the whole squad is watching him now,

uh, crawling on tiny hands
and feet over dead bodies,

probably his whole family.

And then, uh, none of us is moving.

We're just watching.

Maybe just rooting for the kid.

Till he gets to the top and he starts
running away towards the jungle.

The jungle.

And still none of us moves.

And then this little guy, this officer,
this lieutenant,

he comes running up to us
and he's still finishing his K rations.

And he sees all of us
staring at the tree line,

and then he sees the kid,
maybe 30 yards away, still going.

And he looks at me, and he looks
at your old man, and he says, "Plug him."

Pointing at the kid. "Plug him.

Shoot him."

So, I look at your old man
and he looks at me, and...

I can see clear as day
in his eyes, he can't, he's done.

So I look back to this lieutenant,

this heartless little motherfucking prick
of a human fucking being...

and he looks at me and he smiles.

He points at the kid, he said,
"Plug him, Goddamn it.

Shoot him."

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I was a good soldier that day.

- How could he live with that?
- Huh?

How could he live with that?

How could you?

We were soldiers. It's what we do.

It's what we did.

Taking orders from our superior officers.

We followed them.

Did we regret it? Sure.

I had no guilt, because...
we were not responsible for it.

That's not what we trained for.

Yeah. But I'll tell you this...

We humans, we human beings,
whatever we are,

we're just homicidal killing machines.

Get it? Homicidal killing
machines, that's all.

And all the military training
and all that stuff,

oh, it's just finishing school.

You'd better believe it, kid.

Yeah.

God, what a beautiful day, huh?

Anyway, 25 years later,
I ran into this guy,

this guy from our squad.

And I could tell straightaway
by just looking at him

that he'd never forgotten.

He was all busted up inside.
Do you know what I mean?

I remember he looked at me
and he said to me, "You know...

some of us will walk in those jungles

and hear those cries
of anguish and horror...

for all eternity."

Yeah.

But me and your Dad,

we didn't.

And I'm grateful for that.

Yep.

God, I haven't talked like that
for 50 years, do you know that?

Yeah.

Next time,

answer your goddamn phone,
do you get me?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I'm glad.

So, you have a good day.

Yes?

So, what do you think?

You ready for this?

I would tell you to pass
on this one, but...

I can see you've already decided.

Arrive early, look for every advantage,

and don't hesitate.

Call me when it's done.

You get another assignment.

Routine data. Name, employer, address.

Means it's typical.

No name, no address,

no way to confirm identity,

except a cryptic note
that says they don't know much.

Therefore your quarry
must be very special.

You leave your vehicle
in long-term parking

and rent a nondescript sedan.

Dark colors are best, then gray.

You make precise plans.

But the biggest flaw in any plan

always comes from events
you can't control.

But there's always a margin for error.

- There's no bathroom!
- It's around the corner!

It's not around the corner!
No, I told you, stay in the car!

That's gonna be trouble.

You got an eye for trouble?

I'm lookin' at you, ain't I?

All right, thank you.

Bitch!

- Did you see a girl around here?
- I think she's around the corner.

- What are you doing?
- I wasn't... Aah!

Why don't you listen?

What do you not understand
about staying in the car?

I had to go! Aah!

You don't go. You just wait.

Now we're late. Get in the car.

Stay!

You got something to say?

No point. None of my business, is it?

That's right. None of your business.

My hero.

Ride?

Uh... I'd better not.

I won't ask again.

It'll just make things worse later.

Maybe it's just time to get away, hmm?

Just leave.

I wish, mister.
But got nowhere else to go.

Yeah.

You make quick note
of the players in the game.

Lone man. Back to the wall,
view of the entrance,

coat still on, bulge indicating
a shoulder holster.

A couple. The guy also sitting
where he can observe the entrance.

He sits forward, tense.
Maybe pistol tucked in back.

Small world.

You can say that again.

Please take a seat anywhere.

You pick a seat that lets you
keep an eye on both men

but leaves your back vulnerable.

Can I get you something to drink?

Coffee. Black.

It was pricey, but you secure an illegal
app that scans the DMV database.

Was I right?

About the girl at the gas station.

Uh, yes, you were right.

She'll figure it out, or she won't.
That's quite a gift you have there.

Sometimes it's a curse.

Anything else?

Yes.

Would you know an area around here
called White Rivers?

There's rivers and... white water rafting.

Does that help?

Thank you. Leave the pot.

You check the results of the license
plates and look for clues.

You try to match the players to the cars.

You know the Jeep out back
belongs to the waitress,

but there are three other cars
in the parking lot.

The man with the gun in his jacket
probably drives the gray Ford.

Could be law enforcement,
or he just may be White Rivers.

The couple, the guy whose position
is second best,

probably arrived after the loner.

Can't keep his eyes off the door.

Two more vehicles in the parking lot

suggest they have not been
a couple for long,

or that they aren't a couple at all.

You classify him as an amateur,

but amateurs can still be dangerous.

Another player. Local law enforcement.

Deputy Myers.

- How you doing?
- Oh, fine.

Rosie?

Rosie went home sick, but lucky I'm here.

Hmm.

- Pastry?
- Maybe one for the road, then.

What about two? One for here,
one for the road.

I won't tell anyone.

You read my mind.

That's what I do.

Would you like something
to drink with that?

- How about a glass of milk?
- Sure.

Bit of a rush, I see.

We'll survive.

The game should begin,

but... the deputy has thrown
a wrench in the plan.

The first piece to any plan
is your escape.

You want it clean, unobserved, anonymous.

It also adds a new element.

Which one?

But the deputy's arrival
muddies your plan.

You quickly reassess.

Without the Deputy, you could
complete the assignment.

The outcome would look like
a robbery gone wrong.

But now...

Thank you.

Which one?

Something's not right.

You decide to give it some more time.

If nothing changes, you'll leave
and revise the plan.

You don't need another rush job.

You gonna lick that clean?

I was thinking about it.

So...

Dixy.

Yeah, like the cup, but...

most people, they say "Dee."

What do you want me to say?

You don't have to say anything.

And why's that?

Because I can divine your thoughts.

- Divine?
- Try me.

White Rivers.

I know what you want.

And what's that?

Maybe something to eat instead.

Actually...

is there another motel other than the one
I saw on my way into town?

No, that's the only one.

There's a couple of B&Bs,
but they're closed.

Too early in the season.

Well, how late are you open?

Usually shut at 9:00,
but if it's slow, we shut at 8:00.

Maybe I'll stop in later
for a little something.

Okay. If the lights are out,
just... tap on the door.

I'll open it for you.

You wait for the players
to come out.

The couple.

Both the car and the house
are in the woman's name.

You figure that either, one,
they're a long term couple

and have put everything
under her name,

or two, the guy may have
recently entered her life.

If two is true, it's a good cover.

The lone man with the gun in his jacket...

he's the most likely target.

Wouldn't be going out on a limb to guess
the loner is heading to the motel.

Probably first burned well before noon.

Now it's completely charred.

I can make some fresh for you,
if you want.

Not necessary.

Sorry if I kept you waiting,

I was studying.
I didn't even hear you come in.

There's a college in this area?

Uh, no.

Oh, I'm studying to get my GED.

Oh. Well, it's never too late, huh?

Yeah. That's what my grandpa always says.

Well, before he died.

Um, you need a room, or...

Can't get anything past you, can I?

Something quiet.
How about the room at the end?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's empty.

But there's a guest
in the room right next door.

Let me see if I have something
with empties on both sides.

Is the room next to the one at the end

occupied by a couple
who plan to go at it all night?

No. No, it's just some old guy.

Then the room at the end will do.

Okay.

I just need a credit card and license.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Do you give a discount
to government employees?

Um, yeah, I don't... I don't think so.

Um, no one's ever...

I could call the manager
at home and find out.

No, don't bother.

Are you sure you don't want me
to make a fresh pot?

I just gotta go in the back
and get a new, um...

If it isn't too much trouble.

No, not at all. Not at all.

Yeah, I just, um...

Viagra.

And nitroglycerin.

The combination causes
blood pressure to drop and can be fatal.

Add some sumatriptan, which results
in chest pain that mimics a heart attack.

The threat of death from torture
or a bullet

is not nearly as effective as actually
feeling death is imminent.

I wouldn't.

You want to finish that?

What do you want?

Why are you packing?

- I'm a federal marshal.
- Hmm.

Pretty chintzy room discount
for government employees, don't you think?

Are you a fed?

No.

And neither are you.

But nice try. I've used that line myself.

I had to try.

So, what do you want?

White Rivers.

What?

White Rivers.

I don't know what you're asking.

"Warning:

Do not use with prescribed
heart medication."

Well, unfortunately you just chugged it
down with two different heart drugs.

- You don't understand.
- You're having a heart attack.

- Call 911.
- I would, but out here in the wastelands,

who knows how long it would take.

For God's sake, just call them.

- White Rivers.
- Please!

White Rivers.

I don't... I don't...

The heart beats two and a half billion
times during the average lifetime,

but there's only one beat
that really matters.

The next one.

You were careful.

You studied weight-based dosing.

The amount you administered should have
just mimicked a heart attack,

giving you ample time to get
the information you needed

for confirmation of kill.

Just his luck. He had a heart condition.

He was already on borrowed time.

You search for clues on White Rivers.

If the authorities find
multiple identities on this guy,

that could get them delving more deeply
into his background and death.

You need to have them think
he's just some schmuck

whose weakened heart finally seized.

Oh, hey, you're back.
Uh, is everything okay?

Yeah, I found this
on the ground near my room.

Thought the guy in the room next to mine
might've dropped it. Jonathan Ford?

Uh, yeah, sounds familiar.

Uh, let me just double-check here.

Yep, that's him.

You know what? I'll just give it back
to him on my way back.

But not until I get that cup of joe, huh?

Oh. Uh, thanks, mister.

Uh, I'll get that...
Yeah, I'll just get that for you.

Jonathan Ford.

Dead.

Of natural causes.

But he's not White Rivers.

You need to look into the couple.

Threat.

Kill.

Everything else.

The woman lives in a farmhouse
a few miles away.

The best time to visit is
between midnight and 4:00 a.m.

You have a hard rule:
eat when you can.

You never know when the chance
will come up again.

Ha. Good timing.
I was just about to turn off the stove.

Sure this isn't any trouble?

A man's gotta eat.

Got any specials?

Everything around here is special.

Just as long as you order
burgers and fries.

Cheeseburger.

Are you gonna be hard to please?

If that's what you want.

Oh, so it's about what I want.

Isn't it always?

Mostly. I'll just be a few minutes.

Need any company?

Uh, sure, just give me a few seconds.

Do you mind if I join you?

I'd prefer it if you do.

Want yours toasted?

Sure.

You ever work in a kitchen?

Not as an employee.

"Not as an employee."

What does that even mean?

Have you worked in many kitchens?

Ah, you know, girl's gotta do
what a girl's gotta do.

Sometimes we all do.

Yeah, I guess.

Um, are these gonna be okay? It just saves
me a lot of time cleaning up.

Sure.

You want the works?

Hold the onions.

Oh. An optimist.

What about beer?
There's a couple in the fridge.

Sure.

I'm conflicted.

Conflicted?

Yeah, there's, um...
there's a part of me

that wants to ask you
all the usual questions.

What's your name?
Where are you from? What do you do?

Are you just passing through?

However?

However, you'll be gone in the morning
and I'll never see you again.

So I can either be left
with the memory

of having dinner with a man
that I got to know.

Or, uh...

Or?

Or I can be left with a fantasy.

A fantasy that I can shape and change...

however I want.

So?

I think I'm gonna leave
those questions unasked.

Can we talk about you?

What is it you want?

You mean now?

Like in the next few hours,
or next few years?

Whichever one you're clear about.

Now.

I want to finish my burger,

and then I want to spend the night
in a warm embrace,

the kind that you only get
after great sex.

In the next few years, then.

Um, over the next few years, I, uh...

I want to... triumph.

- Over what?
- What do you got?

What about you?

You got any dreams, solitary man?

Mom! Look out!

You all right there, partner?

No.

No dreams.

Um, before, when you were asking me
about White Rivers...

What is that?

I'm not sure. Just wanted
to know what it was.

Well, I'm sorry I can't be more helpful.

I know what it's like to want something.

Okay.

I have some things to do. Thank you.

I'm staying at the motel.

You mean the only one in town?

One minute.

Maybe I'm a little rusty.

That's some strange foreplay
you got going on there.

What do you want?

I thought that was obvious.

Hey.

Who sent you?

Okay, this is getting weird now.

Wow.

I guess I misread
the signals back there.

My bag?

Tell me...

about White Rivers.

Again with this White Rivers.

Just my luck.

The first time I meet
an interesting man in a while,

and look what happens.

No weapons.

What was your plan?

Can we just agree that this is a mistake
and just let me go?

I promise I won't call the cops.

- Why didn't you know the deputy?
- What?

Back at the diner, the deputy,
you didn't know him.

How is that possible in this town?

Rosie, she's my aunt, she's the owner.

She's not well. It's...

It's cancer, if you really must know.

So I thought I'd come up here
to this godforsaken town

to help out, do a good deed.
Look what get.

Besides, something was off
about the deputy anyways.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure.

Just a feeling.

His badge didn't look real.
Isn't it supposed to have numbers on it?

Uh...

I'm not going to hurt you.

I had to be sure.

Okay.

Whatever you say.

Why don't I just...

Why don't I just leave
and we'll forget the whole thing?

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Well, that was something.

Fuck me.

Okay. Now I'll probably get killed
in a car accident

trying to find my aunt's house.
This is great.

Wait.

What now?

Come back inside.

I don't think so.

Had my fair share
of excitement for the night.

I'm just gonna take my chances.

Just... Just until the snow stops.

Please.

Okay.

No funny stuff.

Your first concern
on a night assault is dogs.

The fact that it's been quiet
so far can be misleading.

On nights like this, only the most cruel
of owners leave their dogs out.

Experience has taught you
that homes this remote are often unlocked.

It's possible the front door
may be locked.

But unlikely all of them are.

Most owners feed their dogs
in the kitchen.

You search for a water dish.

You know things don't
always go as planned.

Best to minimize access
to potential weapons.

If things go awry, you gain a few seconds
while your quarry is confused.

Collateral damage.
It happens.

You know that.

Do not... rush.

Do not... hesitate.

Do not get distracted.

Do not question.

This is interesting.

No White Rivers.

You've been taught that,
in this situation,

it's best to appear
like a burglary gone bad.

You take cash, credit cards,

even a few things of minimal value,
and ransack the place.

If this is the real Deputy Myers,

then who's in the house?

You can't risk starting the car.

Plumes from the tailpipe will act just
like a smoke-filled beacon.

No bars.

You hope the same is true
for the impostor.

You hope that he leaves
the scene quickly.

But if he doesn't leave soon,
you're going to have to risk it.

Got a bit of a problem here.

Yeah, I can see that.
Uh, did you call for help?

Well, my radio, I think it went out
when I went off the road.

Tried my cell. No signal.

Huh.

Just my cell.

Uh, yeah. Me, too. No signal.

Where you coming from?

East.

You know anything about a, um, burglary
few miles back?

Burglary? Can't say that I do.

You see, I got a 911 call,
which by itself is unusual in this town.

It's the home of a local woman.

Even more unusual, at the scene,

there's a man shot dead
in one of the bedrooms.

And it looks like the woman
was there, possibly wounded.

But there's no sign of her now.

I saw you at the diner.

Wow, you are extremely observant.

Well, I go to Rosie's earlier.

There's nothing but friendly faces.

And this time, it's all different.

It's unusual to see, uh, so many
unfamiliar faces in these parts.

So you go to Rosie's
for dinner every night at 5:00?

You gonna make some kind
of smart remark about that, too?

Sorry. Can I ask you a question?

White Rivers... are you familiar with it?

White Rivers? Yeah.

I know it.

I just had to be certain.

White Rivers!

I've been racking my brain.

What does it mean?

You calm your heart,
quiet your breath.

You take in every sound.

You've completed your mission.

Not a complete success,
due to the collateral damage,

but in the long run,
it makes no difference.

Seven billion people on the planet,

and even with medical advances,
the odds are,

in only 130 years, maybe less,

every single person
currently alive will be dead.

Seven billion.

Your work doesn't even equate
to a rounding error.

You don't even understand why you care.

But you do hope they make it
to the woman in time.

You all right?

Yeah.

Guess so.

Just finished.

So everything went okay?

It's good to hear from you.

Thanks.

There was one slight hitch.

Another civilian.

Not like the last one.

So everything was cleaned up?

You'd better get back here
as quick as you can.

I will.

Just need some rest.

And one last loose end.

Loose end?

Something personal.

Oh, yeah?

Something on your mind?

It's just, uh...

I keep seeing them burning.

Yeah, I know.

Sorry, kid.

Get back as soon as you can.

I'll be waiting.

Did you go out?

- Just, uh, checked the roads.
- For me? Heh.

That's so sweet.

I can't believe I... I actually slept.

Considering.

I mean, you could've done all kinds of
unspeakable things to me, but you didn't.

Maybe you're not a bad guy after all.

What do you say, cowboy?

Life's short.

You check out today?

Most likely.

I can't wait to get out of this town.

It's that bad?

Why? You planning on moving here?

Thought not.

Where would you go?

Anywhere.

Anywhere?

I don't know.

Florida, maybe.

You ask anywhere...

and then you pick Florida?

Okay, Italy.

Southern Italy.

It snows in Rome.

Hmm.

It must be beautiful when it does.

Do you speak Italian?

I, um...

I studied Spanish in school.

It's kind of the same thing, right?

More or less.

There are...

some good things here.

Name one.

I'm just gonna go freshen up, okay?

White Rivers.

Small world. Please sit wherever you want.

- Dixy.
- Yeah, like the cup.

Most people, they see "Dee."

Rosie, she's my aunt.
She's the owner.

She's not well. It's cancer,
if you really must know.

- Why didn't you know the deputy?
- What?

Back at the diner, the deputy,
you didn't know him.

How is that possible in this town?

Deputy Myers.

- Fake.
- Mostly.

Yours?

Mostly.

Did you kill them all?

Yes.

Go on.

The coroner's report
will show a heart attack.

- Nitro and...
- Viagra.

Ah. That's always a fun combination.

The others?

Burglary gone bad.

It'll look like the deputy pulled over
the bad guys leaving the scene.

And each one of them...
gunning for you.

Not for me.

I got there early.

Watched you all saunter in.

That was my plan.

Except I stopped to...

Ride?

It goes that way sometimes.

I had to kill the cook.

And Aunt Rosie.

I didn't know there was a cook.

Well, he's in the basement now.

Which one showed up first?

First was an innocent.

Local girl, she'd just finished work.

Came in for a bite.

I thought they might've been a couple.

Ah, no.

Handsome Johnnie came strolling on in,

instantly started wooing the girl.

Now, what is a beautiful woman like you
doing eating alone?

Coming from this town,

I think she... thought her prayers
had been answered.

It's just her bad luck.

The loner?

Came in right after the gigolo.

Sat, waited for you.

For me?

Now you're just catching on.

I can tell you
I wasn't thrilled to see him there.

What about the deputy?

I wasn't sure at first.

Then I was.

I wouldn't go over there now.

That guy on the end, I think he has a gun.

Keeps asking about a White Rivers.

I ain't never seen him around here before.

You're getting too old
for this kind of work.

Finish your coffee and leave him to me.

Have a nice big tip for you.

I'll bet you do.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I never saw you coming.

You see what you want to see.

Look inside the passport.

You read your own name.

Contact me when it's done.

And here I was thinking
that I screwed up.

Had to eliminate them all
just to be sure.

No.

You were right.

Except...

About you.

What about...

What about just now?

The old man cares about you.

Something on your mind?

I keep seeing them burning.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry, kid.

- White Rivers?
- He never lied to you.

He wanted you to be content.

Happy, almost.

How?

Well, that was my choice.

Are you happy?

It's just...

at my cabin.

Just...

check the trunk of my car, all right?

The choice is yours.

I know.

It's done.

Feliz Navidad.

You've really come
to hate mob jobs.

They're just too messy.

And sometimes the other side
takes it personally.

You decide from now on, you'll only take
corporate or government work.

The Intel is better.
It's thorough, it's complete.

Allows time for planning, time to mitigate
problems, prepare contingencies.

And a job is just a job.

But rules are important
and need to be followed.

And a promise needs to be kept.

After all, you're an ace, an expert.

A professional.

Some might even say... a virtuoso.