Direct Hit (1994) - full transcript
Veteran hit-man Hatch wants to retire, but they have one, final, important job for him. Even though he's cold-blooded, he realizes he feels compassion for Savannah and tries to figure out a way to mislead his boss James Tronson into believing he has fulfilled the contract.
[music playing]
JIM: Donovan Kovar,
out of Chicago,
controls 80% of the
state's gun money.
Larry Schupert,
major gun distributor
here on the west coast, does
nearly $15 mil a year in ammo
alone.
Mr. Langert and Mr. Varger,
black marketeers for top
of the line, military weaponry.
All four are together tonight.
This chance may
never come again.
It's a cleanup job, Hatch.
Pure cleanup.
[music playing]
So tell us--
tonight you're pulling
your very first cleanup.
What are you feeling?
I got no feelings.
Well, OK.
Then, can you tell us
what it's like working
with veteran trigger
man, John Hatch?
Hatch's been with the
agency a long time.
He's got a hell of a rep.
They say he's the
deadliest man alive.
But then again, they
probably haven't heard of me.
Now, have they?
Word is, John's retiring.
Tonight is his last job.
How's it feel to be replacing
the deadliest hit man alive.
Let me tell you something--
Hatch is getting old.
His number's up.
Yeah.
Sure, he's got a
lot of experience,
but like I've always said,
who needs experience when
you got this much firepower?
Good point.
Good point.
Why don't you tell me
what your game plan is?
Game plan?
Shit, boy, this ain't no game.
Let me tell you
something, doing a job
is like anything else in life.
It's easy or as
hard as you make it.
I personally choose
to make it easy.
Excuse me sir, I don't
mean to inconvenience you,
but your number's up.
Pop!
End of story--
You, you don't
appear to be nervous.
Aren't you worried?
Shit no!
Are you kidding me?
This kid's got nerves of steel.
Let me tell you something,
the secret to staying alive
is staying cool.
You keep your head, plug your
target, go home, smoke a jay,
find yourself a sweet little
Betsy, and before you know it,
you're surfing a pink wave
into the land of satisfaction.
Just gotta remember
the three basic rules,
stay cool, stay
cool, and stay cool.
Got any other questions,
cause I gots to go.
Just one.
What is the life of a
hit man really like?
Electrifying.
Fabulous car, sir.
Good evening, Mr. Langert.
Good evening, ma am.
[music playing]
Mr. Kovar, welcome, welcome.
Nice to see you.
Thank you.
Everybody, Mr. Kovar is here.
[clapping]
This your first clean up?
Yeah.
[gun cocking]
Don't make it messy.
I did better with direct hits.
I hate direct hits.
Ladies And gentlemen
dinner is served.
A dinner like you've never had--
for an appetizer
we have a Zimmerman
XT one with laser sighting.
My personal favorite-- we
bought these at Saddam's
insane going out
of business sale.
Heh?
Now, the entree--
a Russian treat--
about the only good thing
you get out of Russia.
That's wonderful.
We intercepted as they
were trying to smuggle
it out of the country.
It's a kluge stinger
with a reversible clip.
Shut the door.
Aren't we going in?
Just shut the door.
Straight from Afghanistan
Straight into Watts.
[car engine revving]
Uzi blanc 12.
Black brothers
are gonna love it.
Get out of the way!
[screaming]
Come on!
[inaudible]
[horn honking]
Oh.
Step on it.
Go!
DRIVER: Down, Mr. Kovar!
Yeah.
[gunshots]
COVAR: Shoot that
son of a bitch.
Ah!
[inaudible] dammit!
I got it Mr. Kovar.
It looks like they
hit me really light.
It's fucked!
[sirens]
[firetruck horn honking]
[screams]
[tires screeching]
Let me get some tokens.
[gunshots]
Oh, Hatch.
Good boy.
Come on up.
TV ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]--
Look at that.
TV ANNOUNCER: [inaudible] a
black mafioso this evening.
Names are being withheld,
except for the one man who
escaped the firefight,
and that's Steve Phillips,
a convicted felon.
That's the guy
taking the fall.
TV ANNOUNCER: With us
now is Sergeant Morgan.
Sergeant Morgan, can you tell
us what happened this evening?
Well, as we understand,
at about 21 hundred hours,
there was cream
colored Jaguar, that
careened into the uh
restaurant during the--
Hatch, I'd like you to meet--
Terry Daniels, Chief of
Operation, New York City
division.
I heard a lot about your work.
Thank you, sir.
Terry's been with
the agency 26 years.
Kind of turning
over a new leaf.
JIM: From the agency
to the senate--
Natural progression, huh.
HATCH: I wouldn't know, sir.
Jim tells me you're retiring.
HATCH: Yes
Tonight was supposed
to be your last job?
Tonight was my last job, sir.
Well, we have
a little problem.
I got this envelope
in the mail and uh--
it was this.
I've been married for 20 years.
I have four children.
I go to church--
for Christ sake.
I don't have to tell you
what a photo like that
will do to my campaign.
Her name's Savannah Miles.
Works a strip joint across town.
Jim, I don't
work here anymore.
It's just one more job, Hatch.
I don't want
one more job, Jim.
It's a direct hit.
I don't like direct hits.
I didn't fly 3,000
miles to be turned down
by some two-bit trigger puller.
To be honest with
you, sir, I really
don't care how many miles you
flew, nor what you think of me.
I'm out.
Thought we had a deal.
We do, Terry.
We do.
I'll take care of it.
Real charmer, huh.
JIM: God dammit,
Hatch, I was going
to give the job to that rookie
you worked with tonight.
It's a cake walk.
HATCH: If it's such a cake
walk, Jim, why don't you do it?
That rook was
your responsibility.
That's bullshit.
My responsibility was
to take out the targets.
I did it.
Now, I'm finished.
Come on, Hatch.
She's just some low
life, blackmailing slut.
Do her on the way
home-- for Christ sake.
I'm not doing it, Jim.
Let me put it another way.
You are doing it or that
quarter of a million dollar job
you did tonight--
it didn't happen.
Get the picture?
[music playing]
Well, I need satisfaction
to satisfy the soul.
[inaudible]
MC: Hey, how about some
applause for Heather and Rachel?
[whistling]
Come to daddy.
Come to daddy.
OK then, fuck you.
Next, we have sexy
Savannah and Jackie.
[music playing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, Savannah, what is this?
This is what we talked about.
I don't think we
talked about a shirt.
We said that it would
be sexier to leave
something to the
imagination rather than
stripping like everyone else.
Yeah, well, the people
want to see flesh.
That was not in our contract.
Well, I know it's
not in your contract,
but this ain't
Sunday school, baby.
Now take the shirt off
and get on with it.
Get away from me!
Who gives a shit
about dancing?
They want to see bush,
you understand, bitch!
Let go.
Hey, come back
here, goddammit!
Who the fuck are you?
Johnny.
MAN: Yo bitch, give
me my fucking money!
WOMAN: I don't have
any fucking money!
[interposing voices]
[music playing]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's been three months
since my last confession.
All I ever wanted to do is
love and raise my little girl.
I have a little girl.
Her name is Annie.
I tried so hard to give
her what she needed.
But, now I lost her, and I'm
so angry that I lost her.
It's not fair!
What kind of mother
loses her daughter?
What kind mother lets
someone take her baby away?
I'm so angry.
I'm so angry.
I know I'm a sinner.
And I know I'm the worst kind.
I just have to die.
I just have to die.
I'm sorry, father.
What about Ferguson?
Come on.
I'm on the telephone.
Now, you're off
the fucking phone.
What is it?
The girl's not a blackmailer.
I'm not going to kill her.
Now just give me my
goddamn money, Jim.
You're right.
She's not.
She's not blackmailing Daniels.
Oh, she fucked him,
no doubt about that.
But the extortion threat,
that someone else's.
Yeah, and he just wants
to kill her anyway, huh?
You and your
fucked up morality.
Just give me my
goddamn money, Jim.
JIM: Finally caught up with you,
didn't it, Hatch, who you are.
You thought because you
worked for the agency
that you were doing a
service for this country.
You're Patriot, Hatch.
You're a cold blooded killer.
That's what you are.
You're right, Jim.
That's what I am.
But not anymore.
You think you can just
walk away from the agency?
No one walks away from
this agency, Hatch--
no one.
Be seeing you around, Jim.
Oh and another thing--
don't worry about the girl.
We'll just get someone
else to do the job.
TV ANNOUNCER: In a world of
compromises and empty promises,
Kerry Daniels is a
breath of fresh air.
After faithfully serving his
country for 25 dedicated years
as head of the CIA, Terry
Daniels is a man who
knows how to get things done.
With his plans and
commitment, Terry Daniels
is ready to rebuild
our nation by restoring
hope in its people.
Isn't it time for a change?
Isn't it time for a man
we can trust in Congress?
Isn't it time for Terry Daniels?
Bust your balls, huh?
[inaudible] asshole.
Don't sweat it.
It happens to the best of us.
Take out one too many Johns--
doing little kids-- shit
builds up, you lose your balls.
So glad you can relate.
Orville Frasier Hamilton?
Orville?
Shit.
That's enough to keep
me from retiring.
Get stuck with a
name like Orville--
I thought about retiring.
Problem is, what next.
Remember Phil Grub?
Pulling in nearly 2 mil
a year, when he retired--
not long before he put
a bullet in his brain.
Sounds like a good idea.
Maybe we ought to try
the same some time.
Is there a point to this
little story of yours,
or you just gonna miss me?
Huh, sweetie?
Gotta be what you are, Hatch.
You know what?
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
See you around, asshole.
By the way, that
little dancer looks
like she's my contract now.
She's innocent.
Don't put that shit on me.
She's a hit.
She's a score.
That was always
your problem, Hatch.
You turned your
target into people.
Can't do that.
Can't do that.
I've been working on
plans for your cabin.
How's it coming?
Coming along real nice--
what do you think about putting
a fireplace in your bedroom?
Sounds good, Pop.
You know I always like
to sleep by the fire.
Yeah.
Your mother said you we're
always afraid of the dark.
That's why you
slept by the fire.
You know, Brian Johnson--
he pulled a 10 pound bass
out of this lake last week.
Whew.
[laughing] Whoa, ho, ho, ho--
there ya go.
Oh, this damn disposal
is never going to work.
Thought you were gonna
have Mick fix that, Pop.
Didn't I tell you?
He passed away.
Uh-- they knew he had cancer.
But it ain't him up faster
than anyone expected.
I'm sorry, pop.
I know you two were close.
Two little boys--
they lost their own father.
No one deserves that.
I still have those Lincoln
Logs and that Erector
set you used to play with.
I was thinking of
giving it to the boys.
Sure, Pop.
I didn't realize
you still had those.
Well, I'm going to turn in.
Don't worry.
I'll finish up down here.
We got to get
up early tomorrow.
We're going to
catch the big one.
Good night, Pop.
It's good to have you back.
Mommy!
POP: John!
John, where are you going?
I gotta go, Pop.
But you said you
were going to stay.
I can't.
There's something I gotta do.
[interposing voices]
[speaking spanish]
Help me, please!
[inaudible]!
[banging]
SAVANNAH: Police.
Police!
Listen to me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Just listen to me.
Get off of me.
Listen to me please.
Get off of me!
Listen to me.
Just shut up and listen to me!
There are people
that want you dead.
No shit.
I'm not one of them.
I'm here to help you.
OK.
Now if you want to live,
just do what I tell you.
Look.
Somebody is
blackmailing Daniels.
I haven't seen this
picture in 10 years.
All right.
Who has the negatives?
- What are you talking about?
- What?
Am I talking Swahili here?
I'm asking you, who has the
negatives to these pictures?
It's very important
if you want to live.
Sam.
Who's Sam?
Sam Deets, my ex.
Oh my God.
He has my daughter.
[door creaking]
Why are we running
from the police?
These people own the police.
Now come on.
Who are you talking about?
Who are you?
Let's just say
I'm on your side.
Oh, really?
Do you always ask
so many questions?
In situations like these, yes.
Take it easy.
Get the fuck out of the car.
Come on.
Get outta here.
MAN IN CAR: Here's the keys.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
I'll be right there.
Stay here.
[crying]
TERRY: Double-crossed
by one of your own men.
Jesus Christ, Jim.
Hatch is a wild card.
Let me deal with it, Terry.
The subjects were
last seen at the corner
of Pico and Overland.
That's where Sam Deets lives.
All units, all units
report immediately
to 5681 Overland Avenue.
First unit on the
scene, report in.
Her fingers are broken.
They tortured her.
There's nobody here.
Please, please don't hurt me.
Where's Sam?
I don't know where Sam is.
What are you doing here?
I swear.
I don't know anything.
I've only known Sam
for a few weeks.
It's not even serious.
What's your name?
Shelly.
It's Shelly McClain,
Sam's girlfriend.
Are you OK?
I listened to her screaming.
They kept asking about some
negatives and where Sam was.
Rosita didn't know.
Then they stopped
asking questions,
and she just kept screaming.
I was too afraid to move.
Get down.
Get down!
What?
It's the police.
Let's go!
You, inside
Come on.
What are we going to do?
Improvise.
Come on.
Come out with your hands up!
Now!
Trust me.
I want you to listen to me!
And listen to me real good!
I want you motherfuckers
to back up!
And back up right
now or I'm gonna
blow her fucking head off!
You hear me!
All right, buddy.
You hear me!
Take it easy, guy.
Easy.
He's psycho!
He's--
Shut up!
Shut up!
Now do it!
All right.
Fucking do it!
OFFICER: Let's go.
Move it.
Move it.
Let's go.
Pam, get out.
Let's go!
You are one of them.
Aren't you?
You're going to kill me next.
Aren't you?
Shut up.
God.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I said, shut up!
I didn't do anything
to deserve this.
Shut up!
The cops have them
surrounded at Deet's house.
Good.
OK?
Like shooting
fish in a barrel.
Terry?
What.
Let us take care of it.
- I want to know your name.
- My name is John.
John who?
John Doe.
What the hell does it matter?
So what's your
involvement in all this?
Look, don't ask me any
fucking questions right now.
Don't you think
I deserve to ask.
I got news for you lady.
What you deserve and what you
get are two different things.
Keep an eye on her.
I don't want her running away.
I'm gonna try to
get us outta here.
Hatch.
My name is John Hatch.
Are we just
going to stay here?
So how long have
you known Sam?
Not very long.
Do you live here with him?
Mm.
We've talked about it.
WOMAN: (ON THE
TELEPHONE) Good evening.
And thank you for
calling The Carriage
Inn motel located at 66--
You love him?
He's great in bed too.
I guess you already know that.
Yeah.
I know where he is.
Where?
Ah shit.
What the hell is the
swat team doing here?
Oh, no sweetie,
that's no swat team.
Who called you guys here, now?
What the fuck's going on?
Shh.
Take cover.
Let's do it.
[gunfire]
All right, Clean it out.
What are we going to do?
What are we going to do?
Get your heads down.
[inaudible]
Whoa!
Whoa!
Jesus, man!
What have you got?
Shelly's got him, sir.
All right, we
gotta find Deets.
Shelly, you go to the police.
You tell them we
need protection.
Don't fucking move.
Sam is a lot of things, but
great in bed isn't one of them.
Put the gun down or I'll
blow his fucking head off.
Don't do it, Savannah.
Put it down.
Don't do it.
You're not a killer, Savannah.
You can't pull that trigger.
What's the matter, Shelly?
You're feeling a
little nervous, huh?
Shut up.
This is what they
taught you at the Academy?
Shut up.
Your first assignment, huh?
I said shut up or I'll
blow your fucking head off.
Hey, you going to blow
my fucking head off?
Then blow my fucking head off.
I mean, if you're
a professional,
you would've all
ready done it anyway.
Drop the gun, bitch!
Shoot her.
I'll kill him.
Shoot her.
Shoot her.
Fucking shoot her!
- Drop it!
- You want to kill me?
Kill me.
I'm getting a little
tired of hearing
you talk about it anymore.
Don't you dare.
Come on.
HATCH: [screams]
What do you think you were?
Untouchable?
Nobody crosses this agency.
Nobody.
That's me.
Where's Deets?
- Fuck you.
I said, where's Deets?
Fuck you!
I got no pity for you, Hatch.
You did this to yourself.
HATCH: [screams]
Hello, Savannah.
You look beautiful as ever.
Where's Deets?
I said, where's Deets?
HATCH: [screams]
Has your conscience
cleared up any, Hatch?
That's what this
is about, right?
Some kind of act of penance--
Yeah.
Yeah.
I been reborn, Jim.
How many people have
you killed, Hatch?
How many nameless faces
have you sent to the grave?
You think by protecting
this girl you're
going to redeem yourself?
You're just going to
get yourself killed.
Do what you gotta do, Jim.
[screams]
Who'd of thought
that one night in Vegas
would have caused us
both this much trouble.
It was that little prick of
a boyfriend of yours, Deets.
I knew he was a shit,
soon as he introduced us.
How can a guy date a dancer,
and still push her on other men?
Well, his time will come
just like the rest of us.
You sick,
deranged, psychopath.
Why do you think I'm
running for office?
HATCH: [screams]
Why are you doing this to me?
[laughing] You're
the one doing it, Jim.
Fuck you.
Hatch, I'd like you
to meet Mr. Phelps.
Mr. Phelps met your
dad last night.
He told me to tell you, hi.
What else did he have
to say, Mr. Phelps.
Yeah-- something like,
ooh, please stop.
It didn't make any
sense at all after that.
Let's get this over with.
SAVANNAH: [screaming]
Now what?
HATCH: We gotta find Deets.
Our only chance for survival
is if we find the negatives
and hand them over to Daniels.
Do you know where Deets is?
Maybe.
Hatch.
John.
What's the matter?
They killed my father.
Fuckers killed my mom.
John, talk to me.
You don't want to know me.
Leave it alone.
Just leave it alone.
You're risking
your life for me.
I don't know you.
And for me, you're
risking your life.
I'll let you in on a secret.
It's no loss.
Stay here.
I'm going to check out the room.
Deets!
Where's Annie?
Where's my baby?
I don't have her.
Terry-- Terry had her all along.
When they trashed my house,
I barely got out alive.
You left her with him?
You fucking bastard.
They were gonna kill me.
How could you do that?
I was gonna make $5 million.
$5 million-- $5 million--
$5 million dollars!
Where are the negatives?
Give me the negatives now!
Give me the negatives!
OK.
OK.
[crying]
How'd you get mixed up
with an asshole like that?
SAVANNAH: I was just 15.
Sam was --
Sam was older, more established.
I felt he could protect
me, make up for the father
that I never had.
He-- he brought me
to Vegas one day--
I've never been to Vegas before.
Introduced me to these
corporate types at a party
and there was all this
coke and dope going around.
And pretty soon, it was
obvious why I was there.
At one point I was
naked on top of Terry,
and Sam-- he pulled out this
camera and he just said,
smile baby.
And I smiled.
I was just 15.
Where is my baby?
I want my baby.
I want my daughter.
It'll be all right.
No, it's not all right.
Nothing's all right.
$40 million operation
center, here--
it's state of the
arts surveillance,
computerized tracking system,
overpaid professionals,
mercenaries, and one
distraught finger man
puts the whole thing to shame.
Terry the situation
is under control.
Yeah, his!
We're doing the best we can.
Sir, the subject is
calling on line two.
Johnson.
Still alive, huh, asshole?
Put Daniels on the phone.
Listen to me real
good, you prick.
You've got something I want.
I got something that you want.
Now you be at the
McCaffrey steel mill.
Don, you bring the
little girl, or I
could think of
about 15 newspapers
that would love to get their
hands on those negatives.
And Daniels, you make
sure nothing happens
to that little girl
or there's going
to be no place on this
earth that you can hide.
End of story.
Where are we going?
My place.
You'll be safe there.
You live here?
Follow me.
This is cozy.
Sort of that arctic
feel without the snow.
Glad you like it.
Here you go.
Thanks.
I'm going to go get
us something to eat.
Sandwiches OK?
Sure.
It's safe.
Try to get some rest.
What are you doing down here?
Huh?
What are you doing here?
What's the matter with you?
You don't listen?
You go sticking your nose
in other people's business.
No wonder people want you dead!
Who are you?
Stop asking me questions.
All right.
Leave me alone!
Who are you?
I'm nobody.
You understand me?
I'm nobody.
I don't exist.
Did you kill all those people?
You're damn right I did.
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
I was raised in a good family.
I was a good kid,
strong athlete,
outstanding student always.
Mr. 4.0, you know,
cream of the crop.
By the time I was 20 years old,
the agency first contacted me.
I was so patriotic.
I so enthusiastic.
I wanted to serve my country.
I killed people.
I killed men.
I killed women.
I always tried to
find something,
but I know who was guilty.
Most of them were.
Some weren't.
But I killed them anyway.
If I could turn back the
clock and I could start over,
I would.
But I can't.
guess I'm just a [inaudible].
Just a cold-blooded murderer.
[music playing]
Not that I'm scared
to be on my own.
Well, this day I'm
tired, of being alone.
Sometimes I run from love
cause love has bee tough.
Love can be rough.
But I pretended this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
But in my heart, in my
soul, room enough for two.
In my prayer, my prayer.
Room enough for two.
I got room.
Room enough for two.
I guess that I'm
tired of being alone.
Because I'm [inaudible]
that this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
For being alone.
Room enough for two.
Jim, you've known
Hatch for 10 years.
Couldn't you have seen
something like this coming?
I expected it.
Why didn't you
something about it?
It's something
we all go through.
Usually, it passes.
This time it didn't.
This time it didn't.
You forgot the golden rule.
There are no excuses.
There are no excuses.
Get an order, see a
face on a photograph--
It's a target.
A moving target.
You follow it.
You observe it.
You note its behavior.
You wait.
At the right
time, you sight it.
Inhale.
Hold your breath.
Pull the trigger.
The target goes down.
And you go home
to your family.
We don't cause tears.
We don't widow wives.
We don't orphan children.
You do it long enough--
Then you get an
office, and a desk.
Now you give the orders
and someone else does it.
Next morning you
read in the paper,
a young girl was found lying
in the gutter with a brain
splashed in the mud.
Jim, stop reading the paper.
Terry, take my advice.
Exchange the girl
for the negative,
and get on with your career.
Sorry.
He failed to do a job.
Terry--
He failed to do a job.
One to your right--
to your right, Hatch.
You've got two men to your
left, two men to your left.
There's one behind the wall.
And there's one on the wall.
And one climbing the debris.
Hatch, you've got
another one to your left.
There's one running towards
you, one behind the mound.
All right.
Here.
Just stay right here.
Here.
Sorry to lose you, Hatch.
The best goddamn
finger man I ever saw.
Thanks.
Terry has a gun!
I can't let you go.
Not today, two face.
[screaming]
Don't move.
Stay right here.
Stay down.
OK.
I'll be right back.
You sold out, Hatch.
You fucking sold out.
[helicopter]
Look what you've done.
You stupid son of a bitch.
You had it all.
Now look at you.
You're dead.
You killed yourself.
I've done worse.
SAVANNAH: Stop!
Get back!
Haven't you had enough?
Isn't this enough?
I'm out, Jim.
Living doesn't
matter anymore when
your living like you and me.
Hello, Savannah.
You're pulling
the trigger, John.
You made the decision.
I all ready made my decision.
Come on.
I'll get you to a hospital.
I don't want your hospital.
I don't want your help.
All I want is out.
You're out.
Go inside.
Why, John?
Because it was wrong.
Because you didn't
deserve to die.
That's why.
What you deserve and what you
get are two different things.
Not this time.
[music playing]
Not that I'm scared
to be on my own.
Well, this day I'm
tired of being alone.
But sometimes I run from love
cause love has been tough.
Love can be rough.
But I pretended this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
But in my heart, in my soul.
In my prayer.
My prayer.
I got room.
Room enough for two.
I guess that I'm
tired of being alone.
But [inaudible] that
this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
JIM: Donovan Kovar,
out of Chicago,
controls 80% of the
state's gun money.
Larry Schupert,
major gun distributor
here on the west coast, does
nearly $15 mil a year in ammo
alone.
Mr. Langert and Mr. Varger,
black marketeers for top
of the line, military weaponry.
All four are together tonight.
This chance may
never come again.
It's a cleanup job, Hatch.
Pure cleanup.
[music playing]
So tell us--
tonight you're pulling
your very first cleanup.
What are you feeling?
I got no feelings.
Well, OK.
Then, can you tell us
what it's like working
with veteran trigger
man, John Hatch?
Hatch's been with the
agency a long time.
He's got a hell of a rep.
They say he's the
deadliest man alive.
But then again, they
probably haven't heard of me.
Now, have they?
Word is, John's retiring.
Tonight is his last job.
How's it feel to be replacing
the deadliest hit man alive.
Let me tell you something--
Hatch is getting old.
His number's up.
Yeah.
Sure, he's got a
lot of experience,
but like I've always said,
who needs experience when
you got this much firepower?
Good point.
Good point.
Why don't you tell me
what your game plan is?
Game plan?
Shit, boy, this ain't no game.
Let me tell you
something, doing a job
is like anything else in life.
It's easy or as
hard as you make it.
I personally choose
to make it easy.
Excuse me sir, I don't
mean to inconvenience you,
but your number's up.
Pop!
End of story--
You, you don't
appear to be nervous.
Aren't you worried?
Shit no!
Are you kidding me?
This kid's got nerves of steel.
Let me tell you something,
the secret to staying alive
is staying cool.
You keep your head, plug your
target, go home, smoke a jay,
find yourself a sweet little
Betsy, and before you know it,
you're surfing a pink wave
into the land of satisfaction.
Just gotta remember
the three basic rules,
stay cool, stay
cool, and stay cool.
Got any other questions,
cause I gots to go.
Just one.
What is the life of a
hit man really like?
Electrifying.
Fabulous car, sir.
Good evening, Mr. Langert.
Good evening, ma am.
[music playing]
Mr. Kovar, welcome, welcome.
Nice to see you.
Thank you.
Everybody, Mr. Kovar is here.
[clapping]
This your first clean up?
Yeah.
[gun cocking]
Don't make it messy.
I did better with direct hits.
I hate direct hits.
Ladies And gentlemen
dinner is served.
A dinner like you've never had--
for an appetizer
we have a Zimmerman
XT one with laser sighting.
My personal favorite-- we
bought these at Saddam's
insane going out
of business sale.
Heh?
Now, the entree--
a Russian treat--
about the only good thing
you get out of Russia.
That's wonderful.
We intercepted as they
were trying to smuggle
it out of the country.
It's a kluge stinger
with a reversible clip.
Shut the door.
Aren't we going in?
Just shut the door.
Straight from Afghanistan
Straight into Watts.
[car engine revving]
Uzi blanc 12.
Black brothers
are gonna love it.
Get out of the way!
[screaming]
Come on!
[inaudible]
[horn honking]
Oh.
Step on it.
Go!
DRIVER: Down, Mr. Kovar!
Yeah.
[gunshots]
COVAR: Shoot that
son of a bitch.
Ah!
[inaudible] dammit!
I got it Mr. Kovar.
It looks like they
hit me really light.
It's fucked!
[sirens]
[firetruck horn honking]
[screams]
[tires screeching]
Let me get some tokens.
[gunshots]
Oh, Hatch.
Good boy.
Come on up.
TV ANNOUNCER: [inaudible]--
Look at that.
TV ANNOUNCER: [inaudible] a
black mafioso this evening.
Names are being withheld,
except for the one man who
escaped the firefight,
and that's Steve Phillips,
a convicted felon.
That's the guy
taking the fall.
TV ANNOUNCER: With us
now is Sergeant Morgan.
Sergeant Morgan, can you tell
us what happened this evening?
Well, as we understand,
at about 21 hundred hours,
there was cream
colored Jaguar, that
careened into the uh
restaurant during the--
Hatch, I'd like you to meet--
Terry Daniels, Chief of
Operation, New York City
division.
I heard a lot about your work.
Thank you, sir.
Terry's been with
the agency 26 years.
Kind of turning
over a new leaf.
JIM: From the agency
to the senate--
Natural progression, huh.
HATCH: I wouldn't know, sir.
Jim tells me you're retiring.
HATCH: Yes
Tonight was supposed
to be your last job?
Tonight was my last job, sir.
Well, we have
a little problem.
I got this envelope
in the mail and uh--
it was this.
I've been married for 20 years.
I have four children.
I go to church--
for Christ sake.
I don't have to tell you
what a photo like that
will do to my campaign.
Her name's Savannah Miles.
Works a strip joint across town.
Jim, I don't
work here anymore.
It's just one more job, Hatch.
I don't want
one more job, Jim.
It's a direct hit.
I don't like direct hits.
I didn't fly 3,000
miles to be turned down
by some two-bit trigger puller.
To be honest with
you, sir, I really
don't care how many miles you
flew, nor what you think of me.
I'm out.
Thought we had a deal.
We do, Terry.
We do.
I'll take care of it.
Real charmer, huh.
JIM: God dammit,
Hatch, I was going
to give the job to that rookie
you worked with tonight.
It's a cake walk.
HATCH: If it's such a cake
walk, Jim, why don't you do it?
That rook was
your responsibility.
That's bullshit.
My responsibility was
to take out the targets.
I did it.
Now, I'm finished.
Come on, Hatch.
She's just some low
life, blackmailing slut.
Do her on the way
home-- for Christ sake.
I'm not doing it, Jim.
Let me put it another way.
You are doing it or that
quarter of a million dollar job
you did tonight--
it didn't happen.
Get the picture?
[music playing]
Well, I need satisfaction
to satisfy the soul.
[inaudible]
MC: Hey, how about some
applause for Heather and Rachel?
[whistling]
Come to daddy.
Come to daddy.
OK then, fuck you.
Next, we have sexy
Savannah and Jackie.
[music playing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, Savannah, what is this?
This is what we talked about.
I don't think we
talked about a shirt.
We said that it would
be sexier to leave
something to the
imagination rather than
stripping like everyone else.
Yeah, well, the people
want to see flesh.
That was not in our contract.
Well, I know it's
not in your contract,
but this ain't
Sunday school, baby.
Now take the shirt off
and get on with it.
Get away from me!
Who gives a shit
about dancing?
They want to see bush,
you understand, bitch!
Let go.
Hey, come back
here, goddammit!
Who the fuck are you?
Johnny.
MAN: Yo bitch, give
me my fucking money!
WOMAN: I don't have
any fucking money!
[interposing voices]
[music playing]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's been three months
since my last confession.
All I ever wanted to do is
love and raise my little girl.
I have a little girl.
Her name is Annie.
I tried so hard to give
her what she needed.
But, now I lost her, and I'm
so angry that I lost her.
It's not fair!
What kind of mother
loses her daughter?
What kind mother lets
someone take her baby away?
I'm so angry.
I'm so angry.
I know I'm a sinner.
And I know I'm the worst kind.
I just have to die.
I just have to die.
I'm sorry, father.
What about Ferguson?
Come on.
I'm on the telephone.
Now, you're off
the fucking phone.
What is it?
The girl's not a blackmailer.
I'm not going to kill her.
Now just give me my
goddamn money, Jim.
You're right.
She's not.
She's not blackmailing Daniels.
Oh, she fucked him,
no doubt about that.
But the extortion threat,
that someone else's.
Yeah, and he just wants
to kill her anyway, huh?
You and your
fucked up morality.
Just give me my
goddamn money, Jim.
JIM: Finally caught up with you,
didn't it, Hatch, who you are.
You thought because you
worked for the agency
that you were doing a
service for this country.
You're Patriot, Hatch.
You're a cold blooded killer.
That's what you are.
You're right, Jim.
That's what I am.
But not anymore.
You think you can just
walk away from the agency?
No one walks away from
this agency, Hatch--
no one.
Be seeing you around, Jim.
Oh and another thing--
don't worry about the girl.
We'll just get someone
else to do the job.
TV ANNOUNCER: In a world of
compromises and empty promises,
Kerry Daniels is a
breath of fresh air.
After faithfully serving his
country for 25 dedicated years
as head of the CIA, Terry
Daniels is a man who
knows how to get things done.
With his plans and
commitment, Terry Daniels
is ready to rebuild
our nation by restoring
hope in its people.
Isn't it time for a change?
Isn't it time for a man
we can trust in Congress?
Isn't it time for Terry Daniels?
Bust your balls, huh?
[inaudible] asshole.
Don't sweat it.
It happens to the best of us.
Take out one too many Johns--
doing little kids-- shit
builds up, you lose your balls.
So glad you can relate.
Orville Frasier Hamilton?
Orville?
Shit.
That's enough to keep
me from retiring.
Get stuck with a
name like Orville--
I thought about retiring.
Problem is, what next.
Remember Phil Grub?
Pulling in nearly 2 mil
a year, when he retired--
not long before he put
a bullet in his brain.
Sounds like a good idea.
Maybe we ought to try
the same some time.
Is there a point to this
little story of yours,
or you just gonna miss me?
Huh, sweetie?
Gotta be what you are, Hatch.
You know what?
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
See you around, asshole.
By the way, that
little dancer looks
like she's my contract now.
She's innocent.
Don't put that shit on me.
She's a hit.
She's a score.
That was always
your problem, Hatch.
You turned your
target into people.
Can't do that.
Can't do that.
I've been working on
plans for your cabin.
How's it coming?
Coming along real nice--
what do you think about putting
a fireplace in your bedroom?
Sounds good, Pop.
You know I always like
to sleep by the fire.
Yeah.
Your mother said you we're
always afraid of the dark.
That's why you
slept by the fire.
You know, Brian Johnson--
he pulled a 10 pound bass
out of this lake last week.
Whew.
[laughing] Whoa, ho, ho, ho--
there ya go.
Oh, this damn disposal
is never going to work.
Thought you were gonna
have Mick fix that, Pop.
Didn't I tell you?
He passed away.
Uh-- they knew he had cancer.
But it ain't him up faster
than anyone expected.
I'm sorry, pop.
I know you two were close.
Two little boys--
they lost their own father.
No one deserves that.
I still have those Lincoln
Logs and that Erector
set you used to play with.
I was thinking of
giving it to the boys.
Sure, Pop.
I didn't realize
you still had those.
Well, I'm going to turn in.
Don't worry.
I'll finish up down here.
We got to get
up early tomorrow.
We're going to
catch the big one.
Good night, Pop.
It's good to have you back.
Mommy!
POP: John!
John, where are you going?
I gotta go, Pop.
But you said you
were going to stay.
I can't.
There's something I gotta do.
[interposing voices]
[speaking spanish]
Help me, please!
[inaudible]!
[banging]
SAVANNAH: Police.
Police!
Listen to me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Just listen to me.
Get off of me.
Listen to me please.
Get off of me!
Listen to me.
Just shut up and listen to me!
There are people
that want you dead.
No shit.
I'm not one of them.
I'm here to help you.
OK.
Now if you want to live,
just do what I tell you.
Look.
Somebody is
blackmailing Daniels.
I haven't seen this
picture in 10 years.
All right.
Who has the negatives?
- What are you talking about?
- What?
Am I talking Swahili here?
I'm asking you, who has the
negatives to these pictures?
It's very important
if you want to live.
Sam.
Who's Sam?
Sam Deets, my ex.
Oh my God.
He has my daughter.
[door creaking]
Why are we running
from the police?
These people own the police.
Now come on.
Who are you talking about?
Who are you?
Let's just say
I'm on your side.
Oh, really?
Do you always ask
so many questions?
In situations like these, yes.
Take it easy.
Get the fuck out of the car.
Come on.
Get outta here.
MAN IN CAR: Here's the keys.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
I'll be right there.
Stay here.
[crying]
TERRY: Double-crossed
by one of your own men.
Jesus Christ, Jim.
Hatch is a wild card.
Let me deal with it, Terry.
The subjects were
last seen at the corner
of Pico and Overland.
That's where Sam Deets lives.
All units, all units
report immediately
to 5681 Overland Avenue.
First unit on the
scene, report in.
Her fingers are broken.
They tortured her.
There's nobody here.
Please, please don't hurt me.
Where's Sam?
I don't know where Sam is.
What are you doing here?
I swear.
I don't know anything.
I've only known Sam
for a few weeks.
It's not even serious.
What's your name?
Shelly.
It's Shelly McClain,
Sam's girlfriend.
Are you OK?
I listened to her screaming.
They kept asking about some
negatives and where Sam was.
Rosita didn't know.
Then they stopped
asking questions,
and she just kept screaming.
I was too afraid to move.
Get down.
Get down!
What?
It's the police.
Let's go!
You, inside
Come on.
What are we going to do?
Improvise.
Come on.
Come out with your hands up!
Now!
Trust me.
I want you to listen to me!
And listen to me real good!
I want you motherfuckers
to back up!
And back up right
now or I'm gonna
blow her fucking head off!
You hear me!
All right, buddy.
You hear me!
Take it easy, guy.
Easy.
He's psycho!
He's--
Shut up!
Shut up!
Now do it!
All right.
Fucking do it!
OFFICER: Let's go.
Move it.
Move it.
Let's go.
Pam, get out.
Let's go!
You are one of them.
Aren't you?
You're going to kill me next.
Aren't you?
Shut up.
God.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
I said, shut up!
I didn't do anything
to deserve this.
Shut up!
The cops have them
surrounded at Deet's house.
Good.
OK?
Like shooting
fish in a barrel.
Terry?
What.
Let us take care of it.
- I want to know your name.
- My name is John.
John who?
John Doe.
What the hell does it matter?
So what's your
involvement in all this?
Look, don't ask me any
fucking questions right now.
Don't you think
I deserve to ask.
I got news for you lady.
What you deserve and what you
get are two different things.
Keep an eye on her.
I don't want her running away.
I'm gonna try to
get us outta here.
Hatch.
My name is John Hatch.
Are we just
going to stay here?
So how long have
you known Sam?
Not very long.
Do you live here with him?
Mm.
We've talked about it.
WOMAN: (ON THE
TELEPHONE) Good evening.
And thank you for
calling The Carriage
Inn motel located at 66--
You love him?
He's great in bed too.
I guess you already know that.
Yeah.
I know where he is.
Where?
Ah shit.
What the hell is the
swat team doing here?
Oh, no sweetie,
that's no swat team.
Who called you guys here, now?
What the fuck's going on?
Shh.
Take cover.
Let's do it.
[gunfire]
All right, Clean it out.
What are we going to do?
What are we going to do?
Get your heads down.
[inaudible]
Whoa!
Whoa!
Jesus, man!
What have you got?
Shelly's got him, sir.
All right, we
gotta find Deets.
Shelly, you go to the police.
You tell them we
need protection.
Don't fucking move.
Sam is a lot of things, but
great in bed isn't one of them.
Put the gun down or I'll
blow his fucking head off.
Don't do it, Savannah.
Put it down.
Don't do it.
You're not a killer, Savannah.
You can't pull that trigger.
What's the matter, Shelly?
You're feeling a
little nervous, huh?
Shut up.
This is what they
taught you at the Academy?
Shut up.
Your first assignment, huh?
I said shut up or I'll
blow your fucking head off.
Hey, you going to blow
my fucking head off?
Then blow my fucking head off.
I mean, if you're
a professional,
you would've all
ready done it anyway.
Drop the gun, bitch!
Shoot her.
I'll kill him.
Shoot her.
Shoot her.
Fucking shoot her!
- Drop it!
- You want to kill me?
Kill me.
I'm getting a little
tired of hearing
you talk about it anymore.
Don't you dare.
Come on.
HATCH: [screams]
What do you think you were?
Untouchable?
Nobody crosses this agency.
Nobody.
That's me.
Where's Deets?
- Fuck you.
I said, where's Deets?
Fuck you!
I got no pity for you, Hatch.
You did this to yourself.
HATCH: [screams]
Hello, Savannah.
You look beautiful as ever.
Where's Deets?
I said, where's Deets?
HATCH: [screams]
Has your conscience
cleared up any, Hatch?
That's what this
is about, right?
Some kind of act of penance--
Yeah.
Yeah.
I been reborn, Jim.
How many people have
you killed, Hatch?
How many nameless faces
have you sent to the grave?
You think by protecting
this girl you're
going to redeem yourself?
You're just going to
get yourself killed.
Do what you gotta do, Jim.
[screams]
Who'd of thought
that one night in Vegas
would have caused us
both this much trouble.
It was that little prick of
a boyfriend of yours, Deets.
I knew he was a shit,
soon as he introduced us.
How can a guy date a dancer,
and still push her on other men?
Well, his time will come
just like the rest of us.
You sick,
deranged, psychopath.
Why do you think I'm
running for office?
HATCH: [screams]
Why are you doing this to me?
[laughing] You're
the one doing it, Jim.
Fuck you.
Hatch, I'd like you
to meet Mr. Phelps.
Mr. Phelps met your
dad last night.
He told me to tell you, hi.
What else did he have
to say, Mr. Phelps.
Yeah-- something like,
ooh, please stop.
It didn't make any
sense at all after that.
Let's get this over with.
SAVANNAH: [screaming]
Now what?
HATCH: We gotta find Deets.
Our only chance for survival
is if we find the negatives
and hand them over to Daniels.
Do you know where Deets is?
Maybe.
Hatch.
John.
What's the matter?
They killed my father.
Fuckers killed my mom.
John, talk to me.
You don't want to know me.
Leave it alone.
Just leave it alone.
You're risking
your life for me.
I don't know you.
And for me, you're
risking your life.
I'll let you in on a secret.
It's no loss.
Stay here.
I'm going to check out the room.
Deets!
Where's Annie?
Where's my baby?
I don't have her.
Terry-- Terry had her all along.
When they trashed my house,
I barely got out alive.
You left her with him?
You fucking bastard.
They were gonna kill me.
How could you do that?
I was gonna make $5 million.
$5 million-- $5 million--
$5 million dollars!
Where are the negatives?
Give me the negatives now!
Give me the negatives!
OK.
OK.
[crying]
How'd you get mixed up
with an asshole like that?
SAVANNAH: I was just 15.
Sam was --
Sam was older, more established.
I felt he could protect
me, make up for the father
that I never had.
He-- he brought me
to Vegas one day--
I've never been to Vegas before.
Introduced me to these
corporate types at a party
and there was all this
coke and dope going around.
And pretty soon, it was
obvious why I was there.
At one point I was
naked on top of Terry,
and Sam-- he pulled out this
camera and he just said,
smile baby.
And I smiled.
I was just 15.
Where is my baby?
I want my baby.
I want my daughter.
It'll be all right.
No, it's not all right.
Nothing's all right.
$40 million operation
center, here--
it's state of the
arts surveillance,
computerized tracking system,
overpaid professionals,
mercenaries, and one
distraught finger man
puts the whole thing to shame.
Terry the situation
is under control.
Yeah, his!
We're doing the best we can.
Sir, the subject is
calling on line two.
Johnson.
Still alive, huh, asshole?
Put Daniels on the phone.
Listen to me real
good, you prick.
You've got something I want.
I got something that you want.
Now you be at the
McCaffrey steel mill.
Don, you bring the
little girl, or I
could think of
about 15 newspapers
that would love to get their
hands on those negatives.
And Daniels, you make
sure nothing happens
to that little girl
or there's going
to be no place on this
earth that you can hide.
End of story.
Where are we going?
My place.
You'll be safe there.
You live here?
Follow me.
This is cozy.
Sort of that arctic
feel without the snow.
Glad you like it.
Here you go.
Thanks.
I'm going to go get
us something to eat.
Sandwiches OK?
Sure.
It's safe.
Try to get some rest.
What are you doing down here?
Huh?
What are you doing here?
What's the matter with you?
You don't listen?
You go sticking your nose
in other people's business.
No wonder people want you dead!
Who are you?
Stop asking me questions.
All right.
Leave me alone!
Who are you?
I'm nobody.
You understand me?
I'm nobody.
I don't exist.
Did you kill all those people?
You're damn right I did.
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
I was raised in a good family.
I was a good kid,
strong athlete,
outstanding student always.
Mr. 4.0, you know,
cream of the crop.
By the time I was 20 years old,
the agency first contacted me.
I was so patriotic.
I so enthusiastic.
I wanted to serve my country.
I killed people.
I killed men.
I killed women.
I always tried to
find something,
but I know who was guilty.
Most of them were.
Some weren't.
But I killed them anyway.
If I could turn back the
clock and I could start over,
I would.
But I can't.
guess I'm just a [inaudible].
Just a cold-blooded murderer.
[music playing]
Not that I'm scared
to be on my own.
Well, this day I'm
tired, of being alone.
Sometimes I run from love
cause love has bee tough.
Love can be rough.
But I pretended this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
But in my heart, in my
soul, room enough for two.
In my prayer, my prayer.
Room enough for two.
I got room.
Room enough for two.
I guess that I'm
tired of being alone.
Because I'm [inaudible]
that this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
For being alone.
Room enough for two.
Jim, you've known
Hatch for 10 years.
Couldn't you have seen
something like this coming?
I expected it.
Why didn't you
something about it?
It's something
we all go through.
Usually, it passes.
This time it didn't.
This time it didn't.
You forgot the golden rule.
There are no excuses.
There are no excuses.
Get an order, see a
face on a photograph--
It's a target.
A moving target.
You follow it.
You observe it.
You note its behavior.
You wait.
At the right
time, you sight it.
Inhale.
Hold your breath.
Pull the trigger.
The target goes down.
And you go home
to your family.
We don't cause tears.
We don't widow wives.
We don't orphan children.
You do it long enough--
Then you get an
office, and a desk.
Now you give the orders
and someone else does it.
Next morning you
read in the paper,
a young girl was found lying
in the gutter with a brain
splashed in the mud.
Jim, stop reading the paper.
Terry, take my advice.
Exchange the girl
for the negative,
and get on with your career.
Sorry.
He failed to do a job.
Terry--
He failed to do a job.
One to your right--
to your right, Hatch.
You've got two men to your
left, two men to your left.
There's one behind the wall.
And there's one on the wall.
And one climbing the debris.
Hatch, you've got
another one to your left.
There's one running towards
you, one behind the mound.
All right.
Here.
Just stay right here.
Here.
Sorry to lose you, Hatch.
The best goddamn
finger man I ever saw.
Thanks.
Terry has a gun!
I can't let you go.
Not today, two face.
[screaming]
Don't move.
Stay right here.
Stay down.
OK.
I'll be right back.
You sold out, Hatch.
You fucking sold out.
[helicopter]
Look what you've done.
You stupid son of a bitch.
You had it all.
Now look at you.
You're dead.
You killed yourself.
I've done worse.
SAVANNAH: Stop!
Get back!
Haven't you had enough?
Isn't this enough?
I'm out, Jim.
Living doesn't
matter anymore when
your living like you and me.
Hello, Savannah.
You're pulling
the trigger, John.
You made the decision.
I all ready made my decision.
Come on.
I'll get you to a hospital.
I don't want your hospital.
I don't want your help.
All I want is out.
You're out.
Go inside.
Why, John?
Because it was wrong.
Because you didn't
deserve to die.
That's why.
What you deserve and what you
get are two different things.
Not this time.
[music playing]
Not that I'm scared
to be on my own.
Well, this day I'm
tired of being alone.
But sometimes I run from love
cause love has been tough.
Love can be rough.
But I pretended this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.
But in my heart, in my soul.
In my prayer.
My prayer.
I got room.
Room enough for two.
I guess that I'm
tired of being alone.
But [inaudible] that
this life alone.
Alone isn't love.
Alone's not enough.