Assassins

KETCHAM:

I knew this day would come. But

this morning, I could've sworn I

was going to live forever.

They're only a few steps away from the first of the

trees. Desperation begins to creep into Ketcham's voice.

KETCHAM:

Any chance of you telling me who

the Contractor was? Huh?

(off no answer)

At least tell me how much I was

worth. A dime? Two?

They're into the trees. Ketcham doesn't need to be told.

He stops just where a dead branch hangs from a tree.

KETCHAM:

Here?

Rath uses the .22 to gesture Ketcham to the left. Ketcham

gives the branch a wistful smile. Leaving his last hope

behind, he takes a few steps over.

KETCHAM:

We both play the game, Rath.

Sooner or later the wheel turns.

For everybody. Who's got your

bullet? What kind of shoes'll

you be wearing when the day comes?

Rath's answer is to move directly behind him. Ketcham

is finally showing his fear.

KETCHAM:

Whatever the contract is, I'll

double it. Just say you couldn't

find me. Buy yourself some good

karma.

Ketcham can't see, but he almost senses it as Rath raises

the silenced .22 to the back of his head.

KETCHAM:

Oh, God. Don't pull yet, not yet.

Christ, I've done some bad things

in my time.

(trembling)

I can't die like this. Not like

a mark. I'm not a mark!

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