Hunter's Prayer Page #3

Lucas...

you have such potential,

such talent.

A fine weapon, Lucas.

You're a hunter.

That's what you are.

At the moment,

you're confused.

I expect your supply

is running low.

Must be difficult--

I'd say impossible--

to find a cocktail

of the quality

I supply you with

on the streets.

You don't know what

you're doing with this girl.

But one way or another,

this girl will die.

You have to know that.

Just say a prayer for her

and be done.

You left me in there?

( lock clicks )

Can I use the bathroom?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

( dial tone )

( line ringing )

Woman:

Hello?

Who's this?

I'm trying

to reach my dad.

Martin Hatto?

Yeah, it's his daughter, Ella.

Can you put him on?

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Ella, this is Special Agent

Gina Banks with the FBI.

-I work with Interpol.

-What?

You need to tell me

where you are.

I-I don't know.

Are you with a man

who calls himself Lucas?

Yeah.

Ella, listen to me

very carefully.

He's a professional assassin.

We believe he's been hired

to kill you.

Were going to trace

this number, Ella,

and we're going to get help

to you right away.

Ella...

are you there?

( knock on door )

Yeah, just a second.

Ella.

( whispers )

I have to go.

Please help me.

Ella.

Um...

I have to get to the car.

I, um...

I left something in the--

in the trunk of the...

Are you going to kill me?

Yes.

( screams )

No!

No.

( sniffles )

Please.

Please, you don't

have to do this.

You don't have to.

Please.

( crying )

Please.

( tires squeal )

No, no, no,

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not going

to hurt you.

Look, look.

Okay? It's not--

I'm not gonna

do anything to you.

All right?

Just...

( exhales )

Look, I was hired

to kill you,

but I'm not going

to do it 'cause--

I can't... do it.

I can't.

I need to call home.

I need to call my dad.

Let me speak to my dad.

Your father's dead.

I was meant to kill you first

as a message.

I couldn't bring myself

to do it.

I waited too long.

So they killed

your whole family.

Now they're gonna want

to kill us both.

( chatter over radio )

I didn't know

what you'd like.

You should eat something.

We're gonna be

on the run,

and you're gonna need

your strength.

All that stuff I said

about my dad...

I didn't mean it.

I know.

-( gunshots )

-( screams )

-( screams )

-Stay down!

Come on.

Stay down.

Stay low!

-Down!

-( screams )

( panting )

( both grunting )

( grunts )

-( gasps )

-( rifle c*cks )

( screams )

Ella, get in!

Come on, there could

be more of them.

Come on!

You-- you drive.

You drive.

Wha--?

( grunting )

Just keep your eyes

on the road.

Are-- are you a diabetic?

It helps me do

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