Original subtitles

- World War I was started

by a teenager with a pistol...

A Serbian peasant

who chose to assassinate

Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

Set in motion

the chain reaction

culminating in two world wars

and today's Cold War.

Character is revealed

through choice.

Consider for a moment.

- Sorry, I was just--

Jesus!

- Who would be the recipient

of your rage:

A thief,

a child molester,

a world leader?

This one decision

betrays all secrets

and unveils true motive.

Ask yourself.

On that dark ledge,

poised to strike

with clean opportunity...

Who would you kill?

♪ ♪

- Happiness is just

the absence of pain.

These days, that's the best

I can hope for.

Dad would tell me

to lighten up.

"Life's not a dress rehearsal.

Trust in God's plan."

I wonder what he'd think

about God's plan

if he'd lived to see

what happened to me

in that boys' home.

If he'd seen what

I had to do to get out.

If he'd heard the screams

in that fire.

♪ ♪

Shit, maybe this is

God's plan for me.

Hungry, homeless, and wanted

by every cop in the city

for a dozen murders.

A positive mental attitude

is essential

to survival out here.

These fucking people

make it hard.

Lunatics,

gangbangers, pushers.

You can only

stay on your toes for so long

before you wake up with

a screwdriver in your gut.

All I ever wanted

was the mundane shit

everyone takes for granted.

Somewhere I belong.

A safe place to sleep.

To know where my next meal

is coming from.

♪ ♪

I see it in their eyes.

Easier to think I've done

something to deserve this.

And in my case,

maybe they're right.

- ♪ Oh, little girl ♪

♪ There are times

when I feel ♪

♪ I'd rather not be ♪

- What you got

for me today, Marcus?

Hmm.

Ain't you cute.

- No, no.

You retarded, boy?

♪ ♪

Next time you forget

who's running shit around here,

I'll break your goddamn neck.

Do you hear me?

- Get!

- Reagan cut funds

to the local nuthouses,

and released hundreds

of schizos on the street.

But I'm sure that money

went to a better place.

A cruise missile, a tax cut

for some fat prick

in a penthouse.

Hey, why not?

If you're rich,

it's because you deserve it.

If you end up smoking

some hippie's street roach,

well, that shit's on you.

Joint hits like a semi.

Oh, shit.

Day of the Dead.

Is that tonight?

Oh, this was a bad idea.

- So let us

remember the children

and the future

we want for them.

Well, hello, Marcus.

Looks like that joint was

laced with angel dust, son.

Bad score.

I tried to tell you,

just say no.

- Head full of static.

Never could handle

being high in a public place.

The paranoia sets in.

Someone is definitely

watching me.

♪ ♪

- Yo, you've been made.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Saw the world

go up in flames ♪

♪ Tried to smile,

stood there watching ♪

♪ And it doesn't seem ♪

♪ Like this is real ♪

♪ That's just the way

I feel ♪

♪ I don't know why ♪

♪ Will I learn

from my mistakes? ♪

♪ This time I will escape ♪

♪ I'm too young to die ♪

♪ ♪

- Get on.

- Police!

Don't move!

Put your weapons

on the ground!

♪ ♪

- Don't look like

no psychopath to me.

- Can't judge a book

by its cover.

- But you can judge one

by its smell.

- He's cute.

- Yeah.

Total "Hobo Fancy"

cover boy material.

- What you say,

mad dog?

You the psycho that did

the boys' home massacre?

- Pretty tough barking

at a dude tied to a chair.

- Untie this punk-ass bitch.

- All right, but my money's on

Hepatitis Harry.

- Forgive my students.

They forget that viciousness

serves only to

make them look weak.

Billy, if you'd be so kind.

♪ ♪

Are you satisfied

with your life?

- Me?

Yeah.

I eat trash

and I sleep in piss.

Everything according to plan.

- Speak to Master Lin

with respect.

- Master Lin can eat my shit.

Who the hell are you people?

- What's important is that

we know who you are, Marcus.

And that we know

what you've done.

You're a killer.

Few value this particular

proficiency, but I do.

What if I told you there's

a home for people like you?

A school where you'd be

surrounded by your peers.

- Only what?

I dress up like a Viking

so you can take

tasteful pictures?

- I'm offering you a chance to

harness that fire inside you.

To master the deadly arts.

- The deadly arts, yeah.

That, uh--

that sounds great.

You know, this all seems

really sane and normal,

and y'all look like

a fun bunch, but, uh...

whatever this is...

Later, days.

♪ ♪

- That son of a bitch

stole my wallet.

- Where's the kid now?

You gotta tell me.

Has anyone here seen our boy?

- Every single thing

I own, gone.

Nowhere left to go.

No future.

No way out.

I tried, Papa.

But there's nothing left

to fight for.

All I have left

are memories of sunshine.

♪ ♪

- Some perfect day, huh, bud?

Marcus?

Hey, things are better now.

You got to try

and snap out of it.

You only get

the one turn at this.

You either find a way

to be happy

and enjoy it, or you don't.

Life isn't a dress rehearsal.

- After years of turmoil, Mom

and Dad were finally happy.

I tried to be as well,

but I didn't trust it.

Reagan cut funds to the

mental health facilities,

released hundreds of

mentally ill onto the streets,

including Barbara Salinger,

a suicidal schizophrenic.

Barbara Salinger,

who made every fear

I ever had come true.

♪ ♪

I don't believe in God,

but I'm a hypocrite.

Most nights, I pray.

A track running

in the background.

I pray for a way out.

Away from another institution.

Away from another monster.

Away from another cage.

I pray for help.

♪ ♪

- What are you waiting for?

- Jesus Christ!

What the hell?

- Sorry.

Is this kind of

a private moment?

I'd let you jump, but Lin says

I got to bring you back.

- Yeah, well, Lin's

going to be disappointed.

- Master Lin can protect you

from the cops,

and once he's done with you,

you'll be able

to protect yourself

from anyone.

Not to be a dick,

but what do you have to lose?

♪ ♪

- Nothing.

- Wait!

Just hear me out, okay?

I know all that

terrible shit in your head.

- What do you know?

- I know you don't

have anyone.

I didn't, either.

You don't have to be alone.

♪ ♪

Master Lin has a basic

code of conduct.

There is one thing

you cannot do.

Give up our location,

and we will kill you.

- Like, full-on

"Conan the Barbarian" style.

Like, you will be eviscerated.

Lin's family has been

eviscerating people

for centuries.

They really love it.

- Lin don't flex.

Got a worldwide rep

to maintain.

- The rest of the rules

are simple.

No disobedience, no drugs,

and no sex.

- We find ways

around the last one.

- Well, hopefully not in here.

What is this?

- Welcome to King's Dominion.

♪ ♪

- ♪ I kneel ♪

♪ And wait in silence ♪

♪ As one by one,

the people slip away ♪

♪ Into the night ♪

♪ The quiet and empty bodies ♪

♪ Kiss the ground

before they pray ♪

♪ Kiss the ground

and slip away ♪

♪ ♪

- Zhou dynasty.

That sword filled the Yangtze

with blood.

Our species may delude itself

under a more noble veneer,

but we share one primary goal

with other animals.

Survival.

However, when in service

to the greater good,

there can be

nobility in killing.

It is a stark truth:

Some people deserve to die.

♪ ♪

My great-grandfather came here

in search of

the American dream.

What he discovered

was a nightmare

of indentured servitude

and abuse.

So he taught himself to kill;

found a purpose in revenge.

He founded this school,

dedicated his life

to the self-liberation

of oppressed people.

People like you.

Primarily, I train

creative problem-solvers.

Over time, our curriculum

and focus has broadened,

but we must not forget

my ancestor's primary goal:

To give peasants

the required skill

to dethrone

their corrupt masters.

And if you do as I say...

I'll give your rage

a voice loud enough

to be heard around the world.

♪ ♪

- Fuck it.

[Echo and the Bunnymen's

"The Killing Moon" playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Under blue moon,

I saw you ♪

♪ So soon you'll take me ♪

♪ Up in your arms,

too late to beg you ♪

♪ Or cancel it

though I know it must be ♪

♪ The killing time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Unwillingly mine ♪

♪ Fate ♪

♪ Up against your will ♪

♪ Through the thick and thin ♪

♪ He will wait until ♪

- Dude, what's your problem?

- Punk-ass bitches

is my problem.

- The locals all strike

the same disaffected front.

Hey, Saya, what's up?

These are posers from

every corner of the globe.

- Yakuza don't consort

with wetbacks, dipshit.

♪ ♪

- It doesn't matter

where they're from.

Kids are all

the same:

Assholes.

Only difference is,

in this place?

The dagger in your back

is real.

♪ ♪

- You Mexican?

- Uh...

Dad was Nicaraguan.

Mom was from Kansas.

- Yeah, whatever you are,

some rep you got.

Half of the class

is scared shitless.

The other half want to see

if your rep's for real.

So what's your affiliation?

- Oh, I don't vote.

I'm Maria.

You can run with Soto Vato.

- Yeah, rain check.

That's, um--

that's not really my thing.

Being in a gang

is mandatory for survival.

You'll be safer

with your own people.

Plus, it'll make it easier

for me to get to know you.

- You like this pendejo?

- As if.

I'm just looking

for new recruits, baby.

- Man, get off her.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Tranquilo.

♪ ♪

- The blade.

Bad memories.

- You like Maria, huh?

Meet my other lady.

- Not here.

He'll block.

Come on, let's go.

- Tonight,

me and you

are going on a date.

Wear something nice.

We're going to bury you in it.

♪ ♪

- Aw.

- Go.

- Jesus!

- Who would be the recipient

of your rage:

a thief,

a child molester,

a world leader?

This one decision

betrays all secrets

and unveils true motive.

Ask yourself.

On that dark ledge,

poised to strike

with clean opportunity.

Who would you kill?

Your homework tonight,

half your semester grade,

will tell me

who you really are.

Use your training.

Search the city

for a worthy target.

Someone you think

deserves to die, and kill them.

Discard the body,

hide all evidence.

Bring me proof.

- No way

this is a coincidence.

Was it designed

to fuck with me?

- No problem

for a killer like you.

♪ ♪

- Someone who deserves to die.

Rory.

It was an open secret

around camp.

If anyone went missing,

we knew who did it.

And eventually,

he stopped hiding the bodies.

There was talk about

going to the police,

but Rory knew one thing:

Cops don't care about

dead homeless.

- When the Republic of Texas

openly declared genocide,

which Indian tribe survived

for another 40 years?

- Well, they all

got done in the end.

Sorry, Ms. DeLuca.

- The fierce Comanche survived

due only

to strength and cunning.

Remember, hand-wringing

liberal ideals

won't keep you safe.

The world respects those

who can protect themselves.

Every opponent has a weakness.

Pick a partner.

Find theirs.

♪ ♪

- No, no, I'm good.

- Come on.

- Dude, I know you got me

in this leg shear,

but your boner's digging into

my chest cavity.

I get it, soft and warm.

I use lotion.

- Hey, sorry about Chico.

I'll fix that.

Look, I know you're crazy

or whatever,

but you shouldn't

mess with him.

- You shouldn't date

such an asshole.

- It's complicated.

- Girls always go

for dickheads?

- Guys always go

for girls they can't have.

This is--

No, no, no, don't do it.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Is someone going to help him?

- Bogus move.

Should have elbow-knee

escaped into a triangle.

And size doesn't matter.

It's okay, I'll show you.

Hand here and here.

Why'd you come back?

- I needed a place

to hide from the pigs.

- I think you need

a better reason.

Think of any?

♪ ♪

- Heart racing like I got

a knife to my throat.

This is insane.

Did I just join a cult?

Thanks.

Fuck, I think I just

joined a cult.

Master Lin tells me that my

reputation has already spread.

It'll cause me grief

with the local savages.

Still, unsanctioned killing

of another student

is against his rules,

so I got that going for me.

- In this case, the victim dies

in a spectacularly

nasty fashion,

as blood seeps

from every orifice.

Prepare your poison, students.

We will be killing

these animals in two minutes.

- Dude.

Hey, hello?

Dude, be rad.

Get Viktor's attention for me.

- Why?

- The good of

the common people.

Come on.

- Hey, sorry, could you

grab that for me?

- Pick up your own book,

soft boy.

♪ ♪

- Name one

common industrial poison

ideal for making a statement.

Viktor.

- Sodium cyanide.

Victim is dead in seconds.

- You want to make a statement,

strychnine leaves your victim

contorted and convulsing

for hours.

- Good, Petra.

And why do we want it known

that this wasn't an accident?

- Poison delivers

a clear message.

No one is safe from you...

Anywhere.

- Outstanding.

- Hey.

Maybe you and me,

we study tonight?

- Are you serious?

- Pale face, black hair.

Here, they say "goth."

In Soviet Union,

they would call you beautiful.

- Sit down, Viktor.

- I must use lavatory.

- I said sit down!

- Do it!

Sit!

Learn from his shame, class.

Viktor invited this attack

with his arrogance.

You, always remember this.

- And you.

Get a mop.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Oh, '80s! ♪

♪ Whoa, I'm living

in the '80s ♪

♪ '80s! ♪

♪ Well, I have to push,

I have to struggle ♪

♪ Oh, '80s ♪

- I think Chico's

got a crush on you.

Or he wants to kill you.

Probably kill.

Tomorrow, this can be you.

Famous!

- Fuck that bully.

He pushed a girl.

- What his deal, anyway?

- Mm, Chico's cartel,

numero uno on campus.

Like the star football kids

at a normal school.

- Dicks.

- Top of the legacies.

Kids from government

or criminal organizations.

As in, not like us.

- Us?

- My old man's an abusive,

low-rank cop

dialed into the mob.

You're a bloodthirsty orphan.

We're losers, dude.

- What about them?

- Preps.

Rich kids.

Mostly CIA, FBI.

- Fascists.

- Exactly.

Dixie mob.

Confederate cousin-diddlers.

White nationalists.

- Nazis?

- You can't seem to keep

those rascally varmints down.

Oh, white power!

Ah-ha-ha.

Dude in the Iron Maiden tee,

that's Leonard.

Leads the Hessians.

Lower on the totem pole,

but he's got weed.

- And what?

You got to join

his D&D campaign to get any?

- I'm an elfish thief

named Jizzledim.

Final World Order out of Watts.

Party bummers.

Leader is Willie.

- What about her?

- Oh, young man's got his eye

on the unobtainable Saya.

Mmm.

Part valedictorian,

part prom queen.

100% bitch.

And leads the Kuroki Syndicate,

Yakuza kids.

Gnarly.

No, dude.

No, no, no.

You're a Rat.

- Harsh.

- As in not from a legacy.

You got the welcoming rat bones

and seasonal cheese basket.

Yeah, we're at the bottom

of the food chain.

No affiliation.

Come on, I want

to show you something.

♪ ♪

This is the Graveyard.

Hideaway of the kooks,

subculture elitists,

and the disenfranchised

substance of losers.

Those who in general

don't mix well with others.

- It's a simple solution, okay?

You have

a John Hughes screening

in a theatre-shaped

furnace, right?

And then, light her up.

You know?

You torch one crowd

after the other

until the world is safe

from baby boomer innocents.

- I'd like to sign up

for your newsletter.

Petra, Lex, meet Marcus,

the new Rat.

- The orphanage killer

that's got to fight Chico?

Looks like a proper asshole.

- Lex is head

of the Civility Club.

- Civility is just

lying to people

about your

true feelings, wanker.

- Not an affliction

you suffer from.

- Oh, extra credit

for making Suzie Sue smile.

- Smile?

Hard to tell through

all that makeup.

How long

does it take you to paint

that ghoulish,

sad clown face, Petra, love?

- Oh, holy mope, Batman!

Rain check on the

"Black Celebration."

- Last kid has this much buzz

was the son of that

hippie serial killer, no?

Turtle, Tweedle,

whatever his name was.

- He got what he deserved.

- Yeah, it turns out

patchouli and Birkenstocks

don't protect from

a mace to the noggin.

- Does that scare you, asshole?

- Patchouli?

Absolutely.

- Don't listen to Lex,

all right?

You'll be fine.

Just going to hang up here

with us, and these most awesome

years of your life will fly by.

- You can even use this place

to do some good.

Change the world with a bullet,

as Lin loves to say.

- I plan on changing

a proper big bit of it.

Heads of state, blam.

Bankers, blam.

Oil executives--

- Bono, don't forget Bono.

- What about it, new friend?

What barbaric ambition

inspires you?

- I'm going to kill the guy

who ruined my life.

I'm going to assassinate

Ronald Reagan.

- He said he's going to kill

the bloody Gipper!

- Better do it before your

hot date with Chico, huh?

- That guy's all talk.

- The last bloke who looked

at Maria was Chico's cousin.

Chico jammed a barbecue fork

into his back.

Left him a bloody paraplegic.

- Yeah, but the rules,

they prevent you from--

- Chico doesn't give a shit

about rules, man.

He's a butcher.

- No joke.

And ready or not,

after school today,

one of you is going to die.

♪ ♪

- Valproate?

Maria, chill.

Maria!

- I got to talk to you.

- Get lost.

- Please.

♪ ♪

- Chico?

You started shit with Chico--

- He was choking Maria.

- Maria.

Well, good luck

with that, psycho.

- It's all bullshit.

This stupid reputation.

♪ ♪

When I was nine,

my dad and my mom,

they died right in front of me.

Court sent me to a boys' home.

The place was just a sweatshop.

They...

they tortured us, they...

They--they did a lot

of bad shit.

I hurt some guards

when I bailed,

but I--I didn't kill

those kids.

- The newspapers, cops?

- They got it all wrong,

and that's not the point.

I'm not what you think I am.

I'm not like you.

- Well, if it's all bullshit,

then why did you come here?

- You told me to.

You kissed me.

- Dude, that was an assignment.

Lin would have failed me

if I didn't bring you back.

- You told me I didn't

have to be alone.

- I didn't tell you to go

start shit with the cartel.

- I didn't know.

- Didn't know what?

That the tatted-up vato

was a legitimate killer,

and not a theatre kid?

Do you have any idea

where you are?

- That's why

I'm asking for help.

- He's going to kill you.

♪ ♪

- So what should I do?

- Only thing you can.

Run.

♪ ♪

- Ay!

- Jesus, Maria.

- It's nothing.

He said he'll do

a lot worse to you.

So just forget it, okay?

- Son of a bitch.

- Just leave it alone, Marcus.

- It's bullshit, ese?

Trickle down.

That shit don't trickle.

It's stuck up there--

- Hey!

♪ ♪

- Oh, but you fucking--

- Good on you.

Taking the initiative.

- What's up?

- Come on, Chico, fuck him up.

Say Chico's the man,

and you're his bitch.

Say it!

- You're just a dickless

rich kid in a prep school,

playing the role

Daddy assigned.

You got something to lose.

I don't.

I fought a guy who

carves people up for fun.

You're just a poser.

- You really think

they'll kick me out

for gutting a Rat?

- Go on then.

Show 'em, come on.

Do it!

- Enough.

- Good.

You're learning.

Just a friendly spar

with my new amigo.

Get some rest, Marcus.

We'll finish this later.

Vamanos.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Why you back in that

bunk-ass jacket?

♪ ♪

Yo, I got to ace

this Black Arts assignment,

and you're my new lab partner.

♪ ♪

- Why would I help you?

- Homeboy, Lin ain't here,

and I ain't no bitch

like Chico.

Get in the damn car.

- ♪ I met this girl,

her name is Jill ♪

♪ She loved the way I rock

on the microphone ♪

♪ When I met Jill,

I tried to-- ♪

- I get it.

First day jitters.

I remember my first day.

Mesmerized by that fat ass

on Ms. DeLuca.

DeLuca's my new white whale.

It was that redneck ho, Brandy,

till I broke through

the Mason-Dixon line.

♪ ♪

- Brandy's your girlfriend?

- Girlfriend?

What?

Hell no.

She a Nazi, Marcus.

That ain't girlfriend material.

Hell is wrong with you?

I mean, we knocked boots

a few times.

But DeLuca?

Now, I'd wife that up.

Okay, you don't

want to chit-chat.

Want to act a punk,

that's cool.

But so we clear,

you going to help me cap

this bad hombre

you was telling Chico about.

Unless it's some bullshit.

- Oh, he's real.

Rory's an animal.

- Ooh, scary.

What's this fool look like?

♪ ♪

Good thing you ain't trying

to be no artist.

That's some wack-ass

indie-type shit right there.

- The best comics are indie.

"Flaming Carrot,"

"American Flagg."

- Uh, "X-Men"?

The Dark Phoenix?

That bitch

be jacking everybody up.

- Male fantasy,

mainstream melodrama bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey.

- The Dark Phoenix Saga

owns all of that.

Chris Claremont

and John Byrne, motherfucker.

Say it!

- Right, right.

It's better.

- Damn straight.

♪ ♪

Here's the deal.

You help me do this,

I drop you off

anywhere you want to go,

and you won't ever

have to see my black ass

or King's Dominion again.

Scout's honor.

♪ ♪

- Make a left.

- Here we go.

♪ ♪

- This what you

running back to?

- Come on, be quiet.

- What?

Go ahead and call me a punk.

I know you dying to.

- I'm not the one

who brought you out here.

- Fronting all this OG shit,

I hate it.

The shit ain't me, man.

None of this shit's me.

I'm a pacifist, man.

- You're a what?

- What's this, now?

Run, maggots!

- Split up!

- Shit!

♪ ♪

Where do you think

you're going?

- No, no, no, no!

No!

- Hey, you boys coming up

in the city for me?

- No, man.

I don't want no trouble.

- You not leaving.

I like leaving.

- Come on, man.

- Old Rory going to

still your heart.

♪ ♪

- We got to get out of here.

Come on, man.

Let's go.

Marcus?

Marcus!

He dies over and over.

- Shit!

- His face disappears

on an endless loop.

♪ ♪

- What did you do?

- I killed someone

who deserved it.

- I ain't cut out

for this shit.

My moms, she the OG for real.

She just--

and she knows it.

She sent me to King's

to make me a man.

Ready?

And she's right.

I'm just a punk.

- You're not a punk.

Your mom's just an asshole.

- Yeah, Mom don't think

that way.

And maybe you got

the right idea leaving.

Nobody telling you what to do.

Nobody to respect and shit.

- No, it's awful.

No one cares if I live or die.

Nowhere to sleep,

nothing normal.

- Shit, nothing normal

at King's.

- Maybe this is

as close to normal

as kids like us get.

- I thought you said

you wanted--

- Hey, the hard part's

already done.

We passed.

- Dude, this ain't the worst

of Lin's assignments.

- You'll need someone

to do those for you, too.

♪ ♪

And the truth of it is...

I got nowhere else to go.

I need a minute.

No kind god watching over us.

Life is insignificant.

A short, dull buzz.

A brief flicker.

None of it means anything.

Just shit that happens.

- You embarrassed Chico.

He'll never let this go.

- What the hell happened

to your black eye?

- Makeup.

You wanted to play hero.

I just gave you an excuse.

- Jesus Christ.

That's why you

pretended to like me?

So I'd fight your boyfriend?

- So you'd kill him.

I need him gone.

- Well, sorry I let you down.

- The Soto Vatos,

they're going to

keep coming at you.

- Yeah, because of you.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry?

You're sorry?

I--I almost got killed.

- I tricked you.

But I wasn't pretending.

♪ ♪

No one's ever

fought for me before.

Chico gets in fights about me,

but not for me.

- I--I have enough problems.

- Petra cooked up

some moonshine.

Everyone's getting wasted

in the graveyard.

You should come.

- Maybe.

Um, I mean, yeah, sure.

- "Maybe, I mean, yeah, sure."

You're a real crack-up,

para veño.

♪ ♪

- What do you

want here, Marcus?

♪ ♪

- A reason to wake up.

- Tragedy will always find you.

That won't change here.

But how you respond to it will.

- Yeah, well,

shitty things just happen.

What's the response to that?

- My daughter, Naya, was two

when she and my wife

were killed.

The people I loved most,

taken by the faulty brakes

of a freight liner.

And my response?

I found

the drug-addled truck driver,

the greedy owner who couldn't

check the brake lines,

and the judge who called my

family's murder an act of God.

They were my first kills.

♪ ♪

- But your family

was still gone.

- As are the men responsible.

- And it helped?

- Not at first.

Even with my training,

the weight of it haunted me.

Years of sleepless guilt.

Then, over time, I accepted it

was my right to exact justice.

Why should they enjoy

another single day?

- It's like you said.

Some people deserve to die.

- Once you shed your fear

of choosing who does

and who doesn't, you'll see.

Strength feels better

than weakness.

♪ ♪

Come in.

♪ ♪

- Am I done

with the assignment?

- Not yet.

♪ ♪

- When was the last time I

felt like I belonged anywhere?

Really belonged.

Maybe this is who I am.

What else is there?

Some desk job?

Suburbia?

An overweight,

pill-popping wife

raising the next generation

of automatons?

Why participate in that?

Is that what I really want?

Bet it isn't.

An ethical compass would

be fine if everyone had one.

But it's a cold, cruel world,

and you can't survive

without a family.

Even if they are

liars and murderers.

And I'd be no different

than a cop,

or a soldier, or a politician.

Killing is just

a part of the profession.

Maybe I finally

found a reason to live.

In a place

surrounded by death.

- ♪ Melody Lee ♪

♪ A broken mind,

and a broken dream ♪