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I've been working alone for a long time.
4,455 days.
12 hours, 19 minutes.
But who's counting?
I never asked who I'm working for.
Asking will only get me into trouble.
And I don't want any trouble these days.
Everybody knows a good hit man takes no prisoners,
tells no lies and leaves without a trace, right?
Except I've never been that good at the whole leaving without a trace thing.
I usually leave a pretty big fucking trace.
When I was a kid, I wasn't very good at a lot of things.
I wasn't good at football or soccer.
I think everybody has one thing they're good at.
One superpower.
My superpower is that I'm really good at
letting other people make my decisions for me.
Because the way I look at life,
if I don't have to make my own decisions,
then I can't make any mistakes.
And if I can't make any mistakes, then I win.
And deep down, we all just want to be winners, right?
You want to know why I go by the name, The Badger?
Because my real name is Dean...
and that's like, the most uncool name ever.
Dean. The hit man.
Plus, badgers are ferocious.
They'll bite the testicles off a grizzly bear if they're cornered...
or at least that's what I heard.
But that's not how I got the name.
My wife gave me that name before she died.
No, I didn't kill her.
I sure wanted to sometimes...
but cancer got her first.
Being a hit man is not as exciting as I thought it would be.
Most of the time I'm just waiting around.
Sometimes I wait for weeks and then I only work for,
like, 15 minutes, and it's over.
It gives me way too much time to think.
You wouldn't believe some of the crazy shit I think about.
Like, who killed the Kennedys?
Can people time travel in the future?
Are we all living in a hologram? Are aliens real?
Well, personally, I think they are.
You'd have to be a moron to think that a bunch of monkeys with guns
were the highest forms of intelligence in the universe.
Is this the man they called The Badger?
Yeah, that might be me.
It's kind of a funny name.
Badger, no?
Well, "Wolverine" was already taken, so.
And he has a sense of humor. Do I like this guy?
Okay, Badger.
Someone wants to talk to you.
Okay. Guess what they want you to do next?
This is Marcella Horvathova.
She's the closest thing Vasily has to family.
He kidnapped her when she was 13. Sick fuck.
We need you to make contact and find out everything you can about her.
We'll place you across the street from her apartment.
But you can start here.
She's the girl in the upper right-hand corner.
You can find her online most nights down at 10:00 p.m.
It's an easy job for The Badger.
You have a little fun while you're at in.
Velvet.
From Czechoslovakia.
I'm 19.
No.
Yes.
Yes.
I like them all.
I can't tell you that.
No.
Because you're-- because you're working for him.
- No, I don't know you. -Look at my eyes.
- You respect me. - You know what? Fuck you!
-You're scaring me. -What do you do? I'm not scary.
Let go off me! Let me go! Let me go!
What the fuck you want?
What the fuck you want?
Come on. Back up.
So, where are you from?
Slovakia.
How long you've been here?
Long enough.
Marcella?
Marcella?
Marcella!
Marcella!
So, is that your boyfriend?
No, he's my brother.
What's his deal?
He was a drug addict for, like, ten years.
Now he thinks he is Jesus or something.
What happened to your hand?
I just scraped it up.
Does it hurt?
No. Not really.
Did you know there is already 7.3 billion people in the world?
No wonder I feel so alone.
Let's go.
He threatened to kill me.
Hi.
You're back.
Yeah.
I have different hair.
I have a new look.
This is my Hollywood changing room look.
And this is how a Hollywood star would move.
I know you want this.
Velvet.
MJ, go to bed.
MJ-51, go.
Go to your bed.
No? Alright.
Oh!
Mm.
-How old is he? -Yeah. I don't know.
You know, I used to have a dog once.
Intel?
Don't tell me I'm working for a cartel.
How do you expect me to do that?
Fuck you.
It was 12 years ago when my wife got sick.
I was on my third tour overseas.
She didn't tell me she was ill or how bad it was.
She didn't want anybody to know.
I found out she was dead when I got home...
when I was still at the airport.
I haven't talked to a woman in 12 years.
I know you want this.
Don't go there!
You fucker!
I like it up here.
I like the wind.
So free.
Sky is the limit.
Do you know that there are more stars in the universe...
than there are grains of sand on all the beaches in the whole world?
Wow.
That's so crazy. Yeah.
Yeah.
We're just tiny specks of stardust.
So incredibly insignificant.
See, right here.
Oh! Yeah!
Oh!
You can't come in here!
Let me in.
No!
No. No, no, no, no!
Let me in.
No. I won't let you in.
-Stay there. -I'm allowed in. Let me in.
Okay. Let me in.
Hey.
Let me in.
Velvet, let me in.
Velvet.
I fucking knew it.
Fuck. Fuck!
Back to your bed.
Good dog.
Where did you go last night?
Just had some work to catch up on.
What kind of work do you do?
Where are you going?
Don't you feel bad about killing people?
No. I don't.
See...
It's my hand sends them on their next journey.
God's hand will send me on mine.
Police! Open up!
What do you mean what happened to me?
Yes. I'm okay.
I am fine.
Well, maybe I'm not fine,
but in the world of Velvet...
I make everything fine.
Where the fuck have you been?
Please.
No.
You like that, huh?
I want you to...
Or never forget who you are.
Huh? You understand me?
Yes.
I've always wondered where thoughts come from.
It's like somebody hits a download button,
and they come flooding in from a quadrillion miles away.
And then it takes a while to process them.
If you process them too quickly, you can make mistakes.
And if you don't process them quick enough,
sometimes they disappear.
But sometimes they never disappear.
They'll haunt you till your grave if you don't act on them.
I don't believe in redemption.
I don't think you're going to erase your past by forgiving yourself.
But I do believe in revenge.
And sometimes revenge and redemption...
can look awfully similar.
Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
- At the tone, please record your message.
Hey, pick up your phone.
You wanted to know what I did for a living, well...
this is me.
I'm in town on a contract and I leave in ten days.
But before I go, I just need to know one thing.
Do you want to know what it feels like to truly be free?
Because if you do...
I can show you.
Erase this message.
To erase this message press seven,
to save it press nine. To hear more options, press zero.
I'm done with all this, you piece of shit.
So stay the fuck away from me.
You don't own me anymore.
Well, well, well, well, well.
Then why are you here?
Because I wanted to see the look in your eyes when I told you.
You're going to pay now
for everything you've done to me, Vasily.
It's a kill- or-be-killed world, Marcella.
Yes, it is. That's why...
I'm always the one with the gun.
No, Vasily.
Anybody comes out that door, I want you to shoot them.
- We're going to be like God in the Old Testament.
What if I don't believe in God?
It's okay. I don't either.
I believe in reincarnation.
I think I was a bird in my past life.
When I was a kid, I always had dreams I was flying.
What are you doing here?
You did really good out there tonight, you know?
Why?
I thought you might run away.
I'm tired of running.
Stay with me...
and I promise you you'll never have to run again.
What do you think happens after we die?
I think this is all just a dream.
When we die we just wake up.
Where?
Some place we can't possibly imagine.
I think...
when we die...
we're going to the future.
It'll be a better place.
Except for the robots. I hate robots.
What's your favorite movie?
Death Wish V.
Who are those people?
They're members of a child pornography ring.
They're bringing kids out of Eastern Europe.
Do you think she's going to be okay?
Yeah, she'll be okay.
Police will take her to the hospital and put her in a new home.
She'll be alright.
Who are you working for?
Well, that's a secret, I'm not allowed to talk about it.
Why can't you tell me?
Well, it's a secret, so.
I want to get paid.
I just heard the girl is still alive.
What the fuck are you doing?
You're trying to get me killed or something?
I'm taking care of it tonight.
She'll be dead by morning.
She fucking better be.
Turn around and walk out.
Go.
You too.
You knew, didn't you?
You've always known who I was.
You're DEAN1981.
You're the guy from the chat room.
I saw it on your pill bottles.
What the fuck are you doing? You junkie!
Let me go!
Oh, my God!
Please! Please!
I have different hair.
You're going to pay now
for everything you've done to me, Vasily.
It's a kill- or-be-killed world, Marcella.
Stay with me...
and I promise you you'll never have to run again.
- I'm always the one with the gun. - -No!
I know you want this.
What the fuck are you doing?
Let's go! Move it!
Let's go!
What are you guys walking around for? Hustle!
16 clear!
Take this upstairs.
Alright. Pack up.
Big box, small box, let's go!
Let's go! Move!
Box up the truck.
Move it.
Let's go! Move!
Hey!
You should keep your door locked, bitch.
Where the fuck is my money?
I don't believe in redemption.
I don't think you're going to erase your past by forgiving yourself.
But I do believe in revenge.
And sometimes revenge and redemption....
can look awfully similar.
I think everybody has one thing they're good at.
One superpower.
My superpower is that I'm really good at
letting other people make my decisions for me.
Because the way I look at life...
if I don't have to make my own decisions...
then I can't make any mistakes.
And if I can't make any mistakes, then I win.
And deep down we all just want to be winners, right?
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