Wanted Page #4

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Yes, I'm sure.

Yeah, I can't come back.

Go to my life.

He's all yours.

We're up.

How are you doing? I'm the Repairman.

What do you repair?

A lifetime of bad habits.

Okay.

Would you do me a favor?

Thus put your own if you mind to your back.

Ah, it's okay.

I don't know...

Just put on your back.

Is this okay?

Just relax.

It's a part of it?

Here we go.

You don't put bag over my head?

No. There's no need for a bag.

It's not too tight, is it?

No, that's... nice.

Why did you come here, Wesley?

Well you brought me here, you remember?

What the f*** you do that for?

How many punches did the Repairman throb before ... ?

Oh I haven't spend a lifetime having my face smashed down before, all right?

Did you spend lot of time with knives?

Breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It was a rhetorical question, Uno.

You interrupt me again, I use of ... nose out.

You ... only got to need, puto, Knives are easy to hide.

They own germs and they never run out of bullets.

They cruel and handy... when you gotta do some close contacts.

What the f***?

Come in.

Come in!

Go try to cut me.

What?

Try to cut me.

Hey, just put it to me here.

Be careful with that, it's sharp!

Just stick, and... stick.

Why?

And...

Seriously, then I can hurt you!

Okay.

P*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy.

You are p*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy.

You're p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy, I gotta help you with that for a human condition.

F*** that! You're p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy!

You p*ssy!

I'm not a p*ssy!

Go, p*ssy.

I'm not a p*ssy!

Hi. How are you doing?

F***!

Just a moment.

Sorry.

Hey, hey, come back, hey!

You must drink. Drink that.

Here... It's cold...

RUSSIAN STANDARD

What is this?

This is the recovery room.

These bath stimulates blood cells and speed up the bruises.

Injures, briuses, cuts, breaks heal in hours, not days.

Are you shitting me?

What is this, Vodka?

Yeah.

Are you russian?

Yeah.

Get up.

This is the gunsmith.

He knows more about that piece than anybody else and going to teach you how to use it.

How are you doing?

Pretty good.

You know, Richard broke his leg.

Oh, really?

Yeah. In a three places.

How he did it?

Jumped off from building.

Yeah. Bad one.

Oh my god.

Oh my god, you guys did it so realistic.

And he said that they not even let him out.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

Hey, we can't shoot in a dead woman!

She might be somebody's mom!

You need to know what is it like to put a bullet in a body.

Why are you here?

You know, I... I thought I'm learning for a kind of super-assassin.

You know, If I wanted get beat up I would to stay to my cubicle, you know?

F***.

All right, shoot the target.

From there.

You want me shoot through Wilbur?

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