Kill Em All

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Get lost.

I said..

Get him!

Ok. We're good. So it's settled.

I'm sure this can be settled peacefully.

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You think this is f***ing funny.

Getting me out of bed before mid-day.

You sound like a mad liverpool fan.

You know what?

Why don't you, um,

check behind that black chair.

Oh, f***!

F***! F***!

Fan!

No! Leave him alone!

No!

Hell is empty.

And all the devils are here.

There are about 50 ways of fighting.

There's only one, and that's to win.

The doors will remain closed

unless I want it opened.

And now, time for the introductions.

The gentleman

hitting the door is Schmidt.

An assassin who I believe

is famous for his short fuse.

F*** you!

And is also known

for his colorful use of language.

And political views.

Quite unlike the young man to his left,

who lets his fists do all the talking.

They call him, the kid,

because of his first kill, at 14.

Next to the kid, the Frenchman.

Loomis Cartier.

He is an ex-legionnaire,

who betrayed his own legion for greed.

How the f*** does he know that.

And the lady

decorated with colorful ink is Som.

Alone assassin who likes

to play with knives and guns.

Som, what do you think of

black Scorpion's tattoos?

Who the f*** is Black Scorpion?

He is to your left.

Not my thing.

Carpenter is a legend

in the world of assassins.

Why you looking me?

You want a problem?

You got a problem with me,

come on over here and say it to my face.

Now, now.

Let's not fall out just yet.

There is a time

and place for such things.

Isn't that right, Gabriel?

So what?

You know everything about us?

You are an expert at explosives.

You like to be prepared.

And you like classical music.

Oh, Gabriel.

Please, tell us

about your suicide attempts.

Why, Gabriel, why?

Don't you have friends?

Don't you have family?

Are you so lonely?

F***ing coward.

Talkin to me through a f***in

microphone and a camera.

What the f*** are you smilin at?

Don't underestimate his young look

like his other targets did.

This is Mickey,

a young assassin who

does not know right from wrong.

Hi, everybody.

Are you my friends?

Now, you are all standing

in a very special place.

A place you may have heard of.

The Killing Chamber.

Killing Chamber.

A Killing Chamber?

Yeah right.

F***ing Killing Chamber.

There's no such thing.

It is real.

This is where hit men are taken to die.

But one will be allowed to leave here.

Permitted to live

after all the others

have been killed in combat.

Is that clear?

Yeah, it's f***ing clear.

Time to clean up.

Ladies first. You're next.

Nobody fights

until I tell them to fight.

I deal with my own problems.

What makes you think that might work?

What makes you think it's not?

You got a point right there.

I'll get the midget first. And you.

You suck on my cable later.

Stop it.

Stop it, or you will be gassed.

F*** you!

Gas, it is.

You will do as you are told.

Comply or die.

Anyone who refuses my challenges

will suffer the same fate as Schmidt.

Do I make myself clear?

I said, do I make myself clear?

I guess we got no choice, a**hole.

Just get on with it.

So when is the next challenge?

Now.

Take one ball.

Each ball is numbered.

It cannot be used as a weapon.

The two assassins

with the lowest numbers

must fight each other.

I've got number two.

Will the two combatants

please begin now.

Guess you're not my friend anymore.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Now what?

You have won, Som.

Congratulations.

You have earned yourself a prize.

Please:
enter the Weapon Chamber

behind you.

Anyone else who attempts

to enter the Weapon Chamber

will be killed.

You may choose only one weapon.

That doesn't seem fair.

I'm not taking

any crap from you, traitor.

Well go f*** yourself.

What's wrong with this nutcase?

He is an old-school killer.

He believes the holy tattoos

will protect him.

Really?

Yeah.

He thinks the tattoos

will save his life,

so he can return to his lover.

He's a nut case. A real nut case.

And you?

What about me?

You got a girl waiting for ya?

Not anymore.

She's dead.

Maybe it's best that way, kid.

If it comes down To you and me:

it ain't gonna be you

walking out of here.

Nothin personal.

You understand that, right?

Som

we're not gonna be able to

get out of here alone.

If me and you team up,

we can double our chances of

getting out of here.

I don't operate that way.

Meal time is over.

Now, for the next two.

There are numbers

on the back of the boxes.

As before,

the two with the lowest numbers

must fight.

Six.

Four.

Three.

Eight.

You may begin. Fight!

F*** it. Bring it on.

What ya got, Frenchie? Huh?

Ya f***in cornhole.

Come on, you b*tch.

Another one bites the dust.

Yeah, that's right.

Another one bites the dust.

So, is it my turn to get what's

behind door Number one?

Of course.

All this ninja bullshit.

Now maybe you'll wanna re-think

that deal I offered ya?

What's next?

Now you can sleep,

knowing that you are better off

than the others.

I hope you can trust each other

not to attack in the night.

Sleep well.

Som

we need sleep.

All of us.

We have no idea what this guy's

gonna do tomorrow.

I do know this:

if we do not sleep, we'll be f***ed.

Can we have a truce?

Please.

Ok.

Ok?

I said 'ok'.

Ok.

Hey!

Me and Som have a truce.

We're all tired.

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