Kick-Ass 2 Page #3

I'm gonna go Saudi Arabia on

your ass and out your hand off.

Promise me you're done

with your life of crime.

I promise.

Pants on fire.

What do you think? I think

you almost got me killed!

No. What do you

think of my line?

"Pants on fire. "

I wrote a whole bunch of 'em.

Run! I'll tell them

you saved me. Go!

Female

suspect fleeing Flatbush.

Under 5 feet. Masked. Armed

with nunchucks and a sword.

Hey, Min. Hey, Marcus.

What's up?

I see you answered

your phone.

That means

you're not in school.

I was,

but I wasn't feeling so good, and so

the nurse decided to send me home.

Poor thing.

Well, I'm almost home.

I'll make soup

and we can watch Jeopardy!

All righty.

I'll see you soon, okay?

All right.

Sh*t!

You got my soup?

Let me take your

temperature first.

Oh, you're really clammy.

I'll feel better

after a nap-nap.

Close your eyes. I'm

gonna get you that soup.

Is that blood?

Damn it, Mindy.

I can't do this anymore.

Your father was

like a brother to me.

He was a great cop

and a hero.

But Big Daddy? That was

not your father, okay?

That was someone who robbed

you of your childhood.

And this?

Hit Girl?

That's not who you are.

You are Mindy Macready and you're

just starting high school.

I understand that you don't

know who that person is yet,

but you will,

you've just gotta try.

I don't want to.

You don't know

what you want.

You can't. You're not

an adult, not yet.

Yeah, well, I've done more in my 15 years

than most adults have in their lifetime.

That note that

your father gave you,

the one that you were supposed to

open if anything ever happened.

What did it say?

That you would

take care of me.

And that you were supposed

to listen to me, right?

Well, listen up.

I want you in school. I want you

to stop talking to that boy.

And I want you

to promise me

that this is never

gonna happen again.

Cross my heart,

hope to die.

Good.

Mindy!

What the hell?

First you almost get me

killed, then you stand me up.

Dave, I'm sorry.

I mean, I...

You are?

I am.

For everything.

Oh, okay, great.

I mean, "apologetic" isn't a

word I'd use to describe you.

How many times do

I have to say it?

Look,

let's get out of here.

You gotta ease up. I think

I might have broken a rib.

Dave, I'm done.

With training?

With everything.

Wait, you mean everything?

You can't.

You're Hit Girl.

We were gonna start a team,

you can't just quit.

This is who you are.

Not anymore, Dave.

I'm sorry, but it's over.

I'm done.

She just broke up

with him?

Just leave me alone.

Will You Stop apologizing?

I don't know what's worse, that

you're f***ing a 9th-grader

or that you just got dumped by one.

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