Hitman: Agent 47 Page #2

Hurry! Hurry!

Where's the Agent?

He's right behind us!

Move, move, move!

- Katia, are you hit?

- Who the f*** are you people?

Calm down, Katia!

You're safe.

We've been sent to protect...

I work for a corporation called,

Syndicate International...

- And I'm here to protect you.

- From who?

His name is 47.

And he's an Agent.

And right now the only thing standing

between you and him, is me.

If you don't do

everything I say, everything...

he will kill you.

Let's go!

We'll be safe here.

EMBASSY OF:

THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Identification, please.

Purses open and in plain sight,

please.

- Freeze!

- Put your weapon down!

- On the ground!

- Hands where we can see them!

- Don't move!

- Get me the cuffs!

You're coming with me.

Grab the pack.

Move!

Let's go!

Miss Van Dees, is it?

You mind telling me why you're here?

- Because your friend in there wouldn't talk.

- He's not my friend.

I don't know who he is.

Alright.

Maybe we can start with why he discharged

a firearm in from of my embassy.

Someone was trying...

I think that someone

was trying to kill me.

John was trying to... help me.

Does this someone have a name?

Something wrong, Miss van Dees?

Miss van Dees.

He's coming.

Sh*t.

Freeze!

Hands in the air!

Sanders.

Blaser R93 LRS2.

Custom configured right hand twist.

4-24x50 sniper scope, and...

hair trigger.

Very nice.

Come here.

Almost as the nice as a 2045s

and these very special knives

you walked in here with.

You like riddles?

Yeah, me neither.

I hate them actually.

But you, my friend,

are a riddle to me.

Because I've run your face and your prints

through every database we have.

And you know what we found?

Nothing.

So...

why don't we start with your name?

That's not a name.

No...

But it is mine.

Okay.

Alright, Mr. 47.

What exactly are you?

An assassin.

An assassin, okay.

And you're here to kill who, exactly?

You have a girl here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Do you love your family?

My family?

Yes, your wife...

two small children.

You love them?

We're not talking about me,

we're talking about you.

No, we're talking about life.

And death.

Do... you... love them?

Alright.

- Maybe we should start over.

- I believe you do.

That's why, you should let me go.

Now you listen to me very carefully

Mr 47, or whatever the f*** your name is.

There's a lot of ways that this

can end and that's entirely up to you.

But you can be goddamn

certain that this thing

is not gonna end

the way that you thought it was

because the last time I checked...

you're locked in here with me,

and I'm the one with the gun.

No, Mr. Sanders.

You are locked in here with me...

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