Original subtitles

Rex: MY OWN, PERSONAL TIME

MACHINE-- AWESOME!

Caesar: THAT'S ONE WAY TO

PUT IT, HERMANO.

IF MY DEVICE WORKS AS PLANNED,

YOU'LL GET BACK ALL YOUR

PRE-EVENT MEMORIES.

Six: THIS THING HASN'T EVEN

BEEN TESTED.

Caesar: TECHNICALLY CORRECT.

WE COULD TRY A PRELIMINARY RUN

WITH A TEST SUBJECT.

Bobo: OH, RIGHT--

MONKEYS BEFORE HUMANS.

YOU SCIENTISTS ARE ALL ALIKE.

Caesar: WELL, UH, DON'T YOU

HAVE MEMORIES YOU'D LIKE TO

REGAIN?

Bobo: NOT AS MANY AS I'D LIKE

TO LOSE.

[ GRUMBLES ]

Rex: I DON'T WANT TO WAIT.

IT'S A CHANCE TO GET MY PAST

BACK IN MY HEAD, TO GET MY

PARENTS BACK-- NOT JUST HEAR

ABOUT THEM, BUT REMEMBER THEM.

White Knight: All right, if

we're doing this, then let's get

it done.

[ BEEP ]

[ MACHINE WHIRRING ]

[ MACHINE BUZZING ]

[ ALARM BEEPING ]

Rex: [ SCREAMS ]

Caesar: STRANGE.

THESE AREN'T HIS NEURAL PATHS

BEING RESTORED.

[ BEEPING CONTINUES ]

Six: HE'S REBOOTING.

White Knight: Six, you know

what has to be done.

Six!

Rex: [ GROANING ]

Caesar: WAIT!

I'LL REVERSE THE CONTROLS!

Rex: [ GROANING INTENSIFIES ]

[ MACHINE POWERS DOWN ]

I-I'M OKAY.

Caesar: YOU SEE? HE'S FINE.

BUT I'M NOT SURE ABOUT

AGENT SIX.

Rex: I'M NOT SURE ABOUT HIM,

EITHER.

Six: YOU'VE GOT THREE SECONDS

TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE, OR

YOU'RE DEAD.

♪ SO MAKE WAY TO START THE

REVOLUTION ♪

♪ MAKE WAY

♪ WE'RE GONNA HAVE FUN TONIGHT

♪ MAKE WAY TO START THE

REVOLUTION ♪

♪ SO MAKE WAY

♪ SO MAKE WAY TO START THE

REVOLUTION ♪

♪ MAKE WAY TO START THE

REVOLUTION ♪

♪ SO MAKE WAY

Six: REX...

HOLIDAY...

CAESAR...

HOBO BAHA?

NOT BUYING IT, PEOPLE.

AND BELIEVE ME, I'D REMEMBER

YOU.

Caesar: THE BEAM MUST HAVE

GIVEN HIM A FORM OF AMNESIA.

Dr. Holiday: HOPEFULLY, THE

TEMPORARY FORM.

Six: START GIVING ME THE

STRAIGHT STORY, OR I'M TAKING

YOU OUT-- MONKEY FIRST.

Bobo: [ SCOFFS ]

FIGURES.

Six: I'LL MAKE AN EXCEPTION

FOR HER.

White Knight: Stand down,

Six.

Six: KNIGHT?

THAT YOU?

WHOA, PARTNER.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE JUST SEEN A

GHOST.

DO THEY GOT SOMETHING TO DO WITH

THE CASPIAN SEA JOB WE PULLED

LAST WEEK?

White Knight: Last week?

The Caspian Sea job was six

years ago!

Caesar: THE AMNESIA HAS

DISPLACED HIS CURRENT SENSE OF

TIME.

FASCINATING.

White Knight: Doctor, you've

got a new patient, who needs a

full neurological workup.

Six: NOBODY GETS THEIR HANDS

ON M HEAD.

NO MATTER HOW PRETTY THOSE HANDS

ARE.

White Knight: Then, partner,

I got a lot to fill you in on.

I've tried to bring him up to

date, but for now he's regressed

to his old self.

Dr. Holiday: HOW BAD COULD

THAT BE?

White Knight: A ruthless,

hard-as-nails hired gun with a

moral compass in the red zone?

Bad.

Rex: AND AN EYE FOR THE

LADIES.

Dr. Holiday: SIX YEARS IS

PRE-EVENT, PRE-EVOs, AND

PRE-PROVIDENCE.

HE WOULDN'T KNOW ANY OF IT.

White Knight: Hopefully, just

for a short time-- because I

expect we'll find a way to

return Six to normal very soon.

Right, genius?

Caesar: WORKING ON IT!

White Knight: Until then,

I've managed to convince old Six

to stay and work for us.

Six: DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP.

THIS IS A TEMP JOB UNTIL I SEE

HOW YOU GUYS OPERATE.

I'M TOLD I ENDED UP WITH A PUNK

KID FOR A PARTNER.

I MUST HAVE BECOME AN IDIOT TO

LET TH HAPPEN.

Dr. Holiday: SIX, I'D STILL

LIKE TO RUN THOSE TESTS ON YOU.

White Knight: Later.

We've got an Evo run amok in

downtown Treadwell.

Corral and contain.

Six: LEAVE YOUR SCHEDULE

OPEN.

COME ON, PARTNER.

Rex: NO VISUAL, BUT WE'RE

CLOSE.

[ ROARS ]

Rex: REALLY CLOSE!

Six: SO, THIS IS AN EVO, AND

WE'RE THEIR EXTERMINATORS.

[ PEOPLE SCREAMING ]

Rex: YES!

AND...NO!

Six: KNIGHT TOLD ME YOU HAD

SOME TRICKS UP YOUR SLEEVE.

COME ON, KID.

QUIT DANCING WITH IT AND FINISH

IT OFF.

Rex: THAT'S NOT THE

ASSIGNMENT.

IT'S "CORRAL AND CONTAIN."

[ CAR ALARM BLARING ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

HEY!

[ TIRES SQUEAL ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

[ SCREECHES ]

[ ENGINE REVS ]

[ SNARLS ]

[ PANTING ]

[ SCREECHES ]

[ PEOPLE SCREAMING ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

Rex: [ PANTING ]

ARE YOU LOCO?!

HOW ARE WE GONNA EXPLAIN THAT?!

Six: COLLATERAL DAMAGE.

Rex: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

THE SIXTH MOST DANGEROUS MAN ON

THE PLANET IS BACK.

[ PANTING, SCREECHES ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

[ TIRES SCREECH ]

Six: THEY GOT IN MY WAY.

Rex: THOSE ARE PROVIDENCE

AGENTS!

Six: I WORK BETTER ALONE.

Rex: YEAH, I'VE NOTICED THAT

LITTLE FLAW IN OUR PARTNERSHIP.

[ SNARLS ]

[ ROARS ]

Six: YOU'VE GOT ONE LAST

DECISION-- GO OUT EASY OR GO

OUT UGLY.

Rex: SIX! NO!

[ ROARS ]

Six: UGLY IT IS.

Rex: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KILL

IT?!

Six: MERCY ONLY GIVES THE

ENEMY HOPE.

KILLING SENDS A CLEAR MESSAGE.

[ ROARS ]

Rex: IT'S MORE COMPLICATED

THAN THAT!

WE NEED TO HANDLE THESE

SITUATIONS WITH A LOT MORE

FINESSE.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M TELLING YOU

THIS!

Six: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M

LETTING YOU.

White Knight: I can't imagine

what I was thinking.

Six: THAT I'M JUST ANOTHER

ONE OF YOUR SOFT-SKINNED,

TEAM-PLAYING ROBOTS?

White Knight: You caused as

much damage as the Evo, and you

took out three of our own

agents.

Six: THE COST OF DOING

BUSINESS TO GET THE JOB DONE.

YOU KNOW THAT.

OR MAYBE YOU DON'T ANYMORE.

WHEN DID YOU STOP BEING A

WARRIOR AND BECOME A POLITICIAN?

White Knight: We both evolved

with the circumstances.

Six: TO OPERATE THIS

WEAK-KNEED, NAMBY-PAMBY

ORGANIZATION?

I REALLY MUST HAVE LOST MY MIND.

DR. BEAUTIFUL IS RIGHT--

I DO NEED MY HEAD EXAMINED.

Dr. Holiday: SO, UH, WHAT DO

YOU SEE IN THIS LAST BLOT?

Six: I SEE YOU AND ME,

TAHITI, UNDER A PALM TREE.

Dr. Holiday: [ SIGHS ]

[ MONITOR BEEPING ]

YOUR COGNITIVE AREAS APPEAR

UNDAMAGED, SO THERE'S NO

PHYSICAL INDICATION OF WHAT

CAUSED YOUR OFF-THE-CHART

BEHAVIOR IN THE FIELD TODAY.

Six: MY WHAT BEHAVIOR?

Dr. Holiday: LET'S JUST SAY

THE PRESENT-DAY SIX WOULD BE A

LITTLE MORE SOPHISTICATED, AS IN

NOT NEEDING TO TEAR UP A CITY TO

CONTAIN ONE SCARED EVO.

Six: WE'RE DONE HERE.

NOW I SEE WHY I NEVER GOT

TOGETHER WITH A KNOCKOUT LIKE

YOU.

Bobo: SIX, OL' PAL.

MEMORY STILL A BLANK?

Six: WHAT DO YOU WANT, HOBO?

Bobo: "BOBO."

UH, THERE'S A LITTLE MATTER OF

SOME CASH YOU STILL OWE ME FROM

THREE YEARS AGO.

Six: YOU TRY A GAG LIKE THAT

ON ME AGAIN, BANANA BREATH...

Bobo: [ Strained ] HEY, HEY!

I WAS JOKIN'!

AAH! DAH!

GAH!

WELL, MIGHTA WORKED.

Rex: I'M SORRY.

DID YOU JUST SAY YOU NEEDED ME

TO KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON SIX?

White Knight: Until he gets

his memory back, he's a

liability.

Six minus six years is a rogue

assassin, not a team player.

Rex: YOU MEAN...LIKE MOI?

White Knight: Yes, like you.

Rex: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO ASK.

I WANT THE OLD SIX BACK, TOO.

Ah. been a long time, Six.

Sure you're ready to get back

in the game?

Well?

Six: WHAT HAVE YOU GOT FOR

ME?

An unknown player that

requests permanent retirement of

a target in Jagestan.

Rex: UH, SIX!

DUDE, HOW ABOUT WE GO TO THE

CRASH LAB AND YOU SHOW ME SOME

OF YOUR OLD ASSASSIN MOVES?

Six: SORRY, KID. I'M BUSY.

Rex: OR WE CAN...

GO TO JAGESTAN.

THIS IS NOT GOOD.

[ RAPID BEEPING ]

[ DEVICE BEEPS ]

Six: TARGET TO INTERCEPT,

60 METERS.

Five: [ British accent ]

SORRY, LOVE, BUT THIS IS MY GIG.

Trey: [ Southern accent ] NOT

SO FAST THERE, FISH AND CHIPS.

[ LAUGHS ]

I WAS HERE FIRST-- ME.

Six: FIVE? TREY?

YOU LOOK...OLDER.

Five: CHARMING.

Trey: IT'S ALL THAT BAD

ENGLISH COOKING SHE MADE ME EAT,

YEAH.

Five: SHUT IT, YOU DEEP-FRIED

CHUM BUCKET!

Six: MUST BE SOME TARGET IF

THEY HIRED ALL THREE OF US.

Five: YOU'RE NOT IN OUR GAME,

SIX.

YOU'RE PROVIDENCE.

Six: NOT ANYMORE.

Trey: NOW, DON'T YOU TRY THAT

WITH US.

IF YOU AIN'T STILL PROVIDENCE,

THEN WHAT HE'S DOING HERE?

Rex: OKAY-- BUSTED.

Six: REX, YOU'VE GOT NO IDEA

WHAT YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF.

Five: HE KNOWS TOO MUCH

ALREADY.

YOU KNOW THE CONTRACT RULES.

Trey: CONTRACT RULE 4-A--

NO WITNESSES.

OR IS THAT 4-B?

YOU KNOW I GET CONFUSED.

[ LAUGHS ]

Rex: I REMEMBER THE RULES.

Five: SO, ARE YOU PROVIDENCE

OR NOT?

Six: SORRY, KID.

Trey: AAAAH!

Five: AAAAH!

Rex: THESE TWO TAKING ME OUT,

I GET.

BUT NOT YOU, SIX!

YOU KNOW ME!

Six: I KNOW THEM.

I DON'T KNOW YOU AT ALL.

Rex: BUT-- BUT YOU WILL GET

TO KNOW ME...IF I LIVE LONG

ENOUGH!

Five: SOUNDS LIKE YOU TWO

BLOKES GOT SOME ISSUES.

Trey: DON'T YOU WORRY, SIX.

I'LL SAVE YOU THE THERAPY.

Rex: UNH!

IF YOU'RE THE "MOST DANGEROUS ON

THE PLANET," WHY DOES IT TAKE

THREE OF YOU TO TAKE OUT A

TEENAGER AND COMPLETE A CONTRACT

JOB?

[ ROCK NOTES PLAY ]

Five: AAAAH!

Rex: UNH!

Five: SNARKY DEVIL!

Six: HE'S RIGHT.

IT SHOULDN'T TAKE THREE OF US.

YOU TWO CAN GO.

Five: WELL, LISTEN TO

GRANDDAD.

WANTS A TASTE OF THE OLD GAME

AND WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO GET

OUT OF HIS WAY!

Trey: EH, THEY PROBABLY

FIGURED YOU FOR A NO-SHOW SINCE

YOU AIN'T WHAT YOU USED TO BE.

[ CHUCKLES ]

Six: YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

Five: GUESS WE'RE NOT DRAWING

STRAWS TO SETTLE THIS.

Rex: WHILE THEY'RE SORTING

OUT WHO GETS TO KILL ME, I'M

GONNA FIND OUT WHAT I'M GETTING

KILLED FOR.

[ DEVICE BEEPING ]

Trey: YOUR LITTLE SWORDS AND

GUITARS AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A

CROCK!

A DANGEROUS MAN ONLY NEED THESE

RIGHT HERE!

Six: LIKE THAT?

Trey: OOH!

THAT'S GOOD.

THAT EVEN BETTER.

O-OKAY, NOW YOU'RE SHOWING OFF.

Six: YOU AND I COULD SETTLE

THIS DIFFERENTLY.

Five: OHH!

GIVING ME THE OLD SLY DOG FROM

BACK IN THE DAY.

SORRY, LOVE.

SOUNDS OUT-OF-TUNE NOW.

UNH!

Six: I NEVER LIKED YOUR TASTE

IN MUSIC, ANYWAY.

Trey: WELL, YOU STILL GOTS IT

GOING ON, SIX.

Six: I NEVER LOST IT.

Five: WE'LL JUST CALL THIS A

PROFESSIONAL WITHDRAWAL.

Trey: HOW I'M GONNA GET HOME,

Y'ALL?

[ GROANS ]

Rex: SORRY, GUYS.

BETTER ME THAN THOSE KILLERS.

NOW LET'S SEE WHAT'S BEHIND DOOR

NUMBER 1.

[ GASPS ]

[ GROWLS ]

Six: IT'S AN EVO POWER PLANT,

PROVIDING ALL THE ENERGY TO THE

COUNTRY OF JAGESTAN.

BUT NOT FOR LONG.

DID PROVIDENCE SEND YOU HERE TO

STOP ME?

Rex: ONLY TO STOP YOU FROM

YOURSELF-- YOUR OLD SELF.

YOU DON'T REALLY WANT TO DO

THIS.

Six: YOU'RE RIGHT.

I THINK I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

FIRST.

Rex: YOU COULD HAVE RUN ME

THROUGH WHEN MY BACK WAS TURNED.

Six: TOO EASY.

Rex: OR MAYBE YOUR HEART

ISN'T INTO THIS LINE OF WORK

ANYMORE.

UNH!

SOMETHING MADE YOU JOIN

PROVIDENCE AND TAKE THE PATH

THAT MADE YOU THE MAN YOU ARE--

WELL, WERE YESTERDAY--

AND MADE ME WHAT I AM TODAY.

Six: I'M NOT YOUR PARENT,

KID.

Rex: YOU'RE CLOSE ENOUGH.

OR AT LEAST YOU USED TO BE.

I DON'T WANT TO LOSE THAT--

AGAIN.

Six: BRILLIANT.

Rex: THEN THIS IS GENIUS.

Six: NO.

THAT WAS JUST STUPID.

Rex: THE SMARTEST THING I'VE

EVER DONE IS LEARN TO TRUST YOUR

JUDGMENT, AND I'LL TRUST IT--

EVEN IF IT'S FROM SIX YEARS AGO.

Six: NOT EVEN A FLINCH.

YOU BELIEVE IN ME THAT MUCH,

KID?

I'D REALLY LIKE TO MEET THIS SIX

YOU THINK SO HIGHLY OF.

Rex: MAYBE MY BROTHER CAN

ARRANGE THAT.

White Knight: Are you

confident this is going to work?

Caesar: PROBABILITY OF FULL

MEMORY RESTORATION IS VERY GOOD.

BUT A PERCENTAGE FOR FAILURE HAS

TO BE FACTORED IN.

Dr. Holiday: AS IN TOTAL

MEMORY LOSS OR COMA.

Rex: YOU...SURE YOU WANT TO

DO THIS?

Six: I WANT TO BE THAT BETTER

MAN THAT I WAS.

AND GETTING BACK MY MEMORIES OF

YOU IS WORTH ANY RISK.

[ MACHINE BEEPING ]

Caesar: POWERING UP.

[ MACHINE WHIRRING ]

[ MACHINE BUZZING ]

Six: [ SCREAMS ]

[ ALARM BEEPING ]

[ GROANING ]

Caesar: iDIOS MIO, BRO!

QUE PASO?!

Rex: WE CAN'T TAKE A CHANCE

ON LOSING YOU.

Six: BUT I'M NOT THAT SIX YOU

KNOW.

Rex: NOT YET.

BUT WILLING TO RISK IT ALL TO

PUT THE PAST BEHIND YOU MEANS

YOU'RE BECOMING THAT SIX.

Six: I GUESS KILLING YOUR

BROTHER WOULDN'T BE A STEP

FORWARD?

Dr. Holiday: THIS MIGHT TAKE

A LITTLE WHILE.

Six: TELL ME HOW I BECAME...

ME.

Rex: WELL...UH...PUTTING UP

WITH ME, TO START.

Bobo: GOTTA HAND IT TO THE

KID.

HE FOUND SOME PRETTY GOOD WAYS

TO TEST YOUR PATIENCE.

LIKE THE TIME HE ADOPTED A CAT

FOR YOU-- AND NOT EVEN A CUTE

ONE!

Rex: OH, AND THERE WAS THAT

TIME THAT I WORE YOUR SUIT TO

PROM.

Dr. Holiday: IT WAS HIS

FAVORITE ONE.

[ LAUGHTER ]

Rex: "FAVORITE"?!

THEY'RE ALL EXACTLY THE SAME!