Killers Anonymous (2019) Movie Script

This better be an emergency.

Uh-huh.

Yeah,

of course I'm still coming.

I'm still in group, obviously.

Which is why I'm on the other

end of the phone talking to you.

At group.

I'm hanging up now.

Okay. Let's call it

a night there, team.

Great work, everyone, really.

Really terrific.

And Lucy, remember what we said

about the stalking, yeah?

Now, I'm away

for a few days now in London,

but remember,

next week is my final meeting,

so be sure

to get yourselves down here

'cause I might even

bring some cake, yeah?

Great. Great work.

Crowds

gathered in central London today

to get a glimpse of the

popular US senator John Kyle,

who is heavily tipped to become the next

President of the United States of Americ.

In a statement issued by...

Jesus.

What happened?

You scared me.

- It wasn't my fault.

- What wasn't?

What happened.

Which was?

Look, I know how you can get,

and I'm just telling you up front.

Oh, you know how I get?

Two more, please.

It wasn't my fault,

is all I'm saying.

Look, I've been working for

you for a while, mister, and...

- I just want you to know that I tried.

- I know.

I really, really,

really tried.

What happened?

- Jade.

- What?

Why is the senator on TV?

- You ever have one of those days?

- I'm having one right now.

Was the schedule wrong?

No, no.

The schedule's perfect.

Then what happened?

It's actually kind of a funny

story. You'll laugh when I tell you.

Then tell me.

You ever heard of Sunset Boingo?

No. I used to moonlight there.

I started off as a bartender.

A friend of mine, good guy, solid

man, he let me sleep on his couch

and I was doing

the whole freeloader thing,

'cause my girlfriend, she broke up with me.

I forget why.

Something about, like,

"You're not listening," or something...

Jade.

- I was in a rush.

- Tell me what happened.

I'm trying to tell you.

So anyway, I was in a rut and

I'm doing the bartender thing

and then they asked me

if I wanted to be a bouncer.

And at first, I was

like, "Bouncer?"

I thought that was like

a demotion or something

until I found out that bouncers make

$5,000, sometimes $6,000 in a weekend.

And I was like,

"Yo, sign me up. Bouncer."

Around this time,

I'm also...

I started fucking

this waitress.

My first night out,

I'm with this other dude Myles,

and-and Myles

was this big guy, huge.

He could bench-press,

like, five of me.

As we started talking,

it became pretty clear

that the waitress

that I was fucking

was the same waitress

he was fucking.

And he was definitely pretty

serious about that, so, um...

the joking didn't last very long

and neither did the fight.

So you got your ass kicked by a

bouncer at a club called Sunset Boingo.

- Maybe.

- And why should I care?

Because Myles doesn't work

for Sunset Boingo anymore.

In fact, Myles doesn't even work

in the States anymore.

W.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's now working at W.

Here in London.

Yeah.

And he was there today?

- Oh, yeah.

- And he recognized you.

Actually...

not at first.

What do you mean,

not at first?

Well, I mean, I was waiting in

line and I was about to get in

and then I see Myles from Sunset

Boingo and I was like, "Yo!"

So you said something.

I mean, I didn't think

that he would hold a grudge

after all these years.

And he kicked you out.

You know what

the really shitty part is?

I made a good-faith gesture,

a show of friendship.

- Bygones being bygones.

- Hold on. Hold on.

Three years ago, you pissed off a

bouncer by sleeping with his girlfriend.

Tonight, you ran into

that same bouncer

who didn't recognize you

at first,

but then you made

a show of friendship,

after which he kicked you

out of the place

you were supposed

to set up the shot.

I can't ask you any more

questions tonight, Jade.

Not just because

the clock is ticking,

but I hate being in the field

and I hate asking questions,

'cause it means

I don't have the answers,

and when I don't have

the answers,

it usually means

I'm gonna be away

from the comfort of my armchair

even longer.

So with all due respect,

and I appreciate you being a lady,

does that just about summarize

every fucking thing that happened?

Uh...

It's the really short version,

but yeah.

I'm waiting for you to get to the

part where it isn't your fault.

There's a lot riding

on this tonight, Jade.

I know.

A lot of interested parties.

Many vested interests. You...

You understand what I'm saying?

I know.

You're upset.

No, I'm not upset.

No. People much more important

than me get to be upset.

Another one for the lady.

You know, I'll have

whatever she's having.

Fuck off.

Okay.

Have a great night.

You know,

you're not as bad as they say.

Take some free advice.

Clean up that lip.

Sleep it off.

But don't hang around here.

It'll only make things worse.

Okay.

Bye, Jade.

Do you like what I did

with the place?

- That's very chic.

- Thank you.

No worries.

Here you go.

One for me.

Really...

- Cheers.

Ah.

Why don't you serenade me?

I intend to.

You're so pretty.

I'll be right back.

Don't take too long.

We were powerless over killing.

Our lives had become unmanageable.

We came to believe that a

power greater than ourselves

could restore us to sanity.

We made a decision

to give our will over to the

care of Killers Anonymous.

We made a searching and

fearless inventory of ourselves,

admitted to ourselves

and to other human beings

the exact nature of our wrongs.

♪ I don't know what it is

That makes me love you so ♪

♪ I only know

I never wanna let you go ♪

♪ 'Cause you started something

Oh, can't you see? ♪

♪ Ever since we met

You've had a hold on me ♪

♪ It happened to be true ♪

♪ I only want to be with you ♪

Is that your girlfriend?

No, it's my work, honey.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I get it.

In my line of work,

I can't leave loose ends.

- I gotta go.

- I get it.

- No, seriously.

- No, stay!

What the fuck!

You know,

you really should have

listened to your handler.

What'd you say?

You heard me.

You really

should have gone home.

That looks good.

He told you...

nothing good was going

to happen to you then.

You were pardoned,

but you were

too fucking stupid to see it.

You made a real

fucking mess here, Jade.

You didn't respect the job.

'Cause if you had,

you'd have known it's not just a job,

and you never

would have accepted.

An assassination

attempt has taken place

on the American senator

John Kyle.

The severity of his injuries

are currently unknown.

Yeah. I mean, he was dead

before he even woke up today,

and it was never gonna be

because of you,

because it is not

just a job.

It is an art.

Hello, yes. Police.

Hello?

May I help you?

No. Uh...

Well, maybe. Um...

I was told to say "Pisces."

Please.

Hello, boys.

Come on in.

They don't bite.

Oh, yes, Calvin, if you would get a

chair for the lady, that would be lovely.

Please.

Just come in.

Just make yourself at home.

First time, then?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'm Jo.

Leandro.

Uh, I'm Calvin.

And you are?

I'm...

Oh, it's all right.

Just come and sit down. No rush.

We're just waiting for a few

others and then we'll get started.

- Hey.

Holy shit.

Hey.

Hi. Sorry.

What's your name?

She's not shared yet.

- Oh, right. Well, I'm Ben and this is Leandro.

- We already did that.

Right.

Um, so,

we're just waiting on...

Naturally.

Would it kill them

to be on time for once?

So, yeah, whoever you are,

nice to have you with us.

- I'm Ben.

- You've already said that.

Right. Yeah.

Anyway...

So... everyone see the news?

Hard not to.

It's like

Lord of the Flies out there.

Um, how is it like

Lord of the Flies, Ben?

Hmm?

I said, how is it like

Lord of the Flies?

Like, police everywhere.

I know that's what you meant.

I was just wondering...

I don't understand how that's

like an island of children

savagely murdering each other.

Is... I thought that was...

Was that not Animal Farm?

You're a fucking idiot.

Leo, please, come on.

These meetings are a place of

sharing and of positivity, safety.

The meeting ain't started yet.

Oh, yeah. Help yourself.

Anyway, the senator.

- You guys see how they got him?

- Like a sniper shot.

Yeah.

It was a nice shot, too.

Got something you want

to share with us, Ben?

Well, no. It was a nice shot.

You can share

if you want to, you know.

We all slip up sometimes.

No, it was a nice shot.

That's all I'm saying.

Oh, you okay?

- Yeah.

- Don't worry about that.

Actually...

Actually, no. Um...

I shouldn't have come here.

I'm so sorry. This was a mistake.

Krystal? Krystal.

Who the fuck are you?

I was just...

I was just leaving.

Oh, were you?

That's interesting,

'cause no one just fucking leaves.

Let her go, Krys.

Oh, what a surprise.

Ben's probably gonna try

and fuck you, you know.

But I wouldn't read into

it too much, 'cause you know what?

I had to fend him off with a knife

for my first two weeks, didn't I, Ben?

You know, I should...

Not in a rapey way. I mean, more

in, like, a puppy dog kind of way,

and I fucking hate

puppy dogs.

- Pisces.

- Hmm?

Pisces.

Say that again?

Uh-huh.

Pisces.

Maybe you're right

where you should be.

So why don't you stick around...

and tell us why?

Hmm?

That's what I thought.

Okay, right.

I think we should

just get started.

We're not waiting on Markus and Jade?

No, they'll catch up

when they get here.

Uh, Krystal, could you come

and take a seat, please?

I have a question.

Oh?

Okay, Calvin, you go ahead.

Who called this meeting?

Ah, well,

you know how it works.

Not exactly.

But tonight of all nights,

the city the way it is...

If you're that

worried, why are you here?

Go home, boss.

I just require clarity.

Of course, Calvin.

It's a very valid question,

but why don't we

just table that for now?

Er, and... is everybody ready?

Mmm. Sorry.

It's not quite sweet enough.

Mmm.

- Much better.

- Fucking real?

All good now?

Mmm-hmm.

Welcome to KA.

My name is Jo.

Hi, Jo.

We're all here

because we're not all there.

KA is an education

without a graduation.

It's a place

of listening and respect.

We all have

another fumble in us...

but we don't know

if we have another recovery.

We were powerless over killing.

Our lives

had become unmanageable.

We came to believe that a

power greater than ourselves

could restore us to sanity.

We made a decision to turn our

will over to the care of KA.

We made a searching and fearless

moral inventory of ourselves,

admitted to ourselves

and to other human beings

the exact nature of our wrongs.

Having had a spiritual awakening

as a result of KA,

we try to carry this message

to other killers,

and to practice these principls

in all our affairs.

Fabulous.

Okay,

who would like to go first?

I will.

Ben, the room is yours.

- Thanks. Hi, everyone. My name is Ben.

- Hello, Ben.

And it has been 284 days

since my last kill.

Ben, please continue.

So, there was never

any real doubt

what I'd be doing

after school, I guess.

- 'Sup.

- Who the fuck says that shit?

"'Sup."

'Sup, fucker.

Fucking do that again,

I'll smack you hard, man.

Promise ya.

Markus,

we've talked about this.

Well, I'm terribly sorry

about that.

Maybe you should try

locking your door.

Martial law going on up there.

Hello, Doctor.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Okay, Ben. Please continue.

Yeah, Benny boy.

By all means, do continue.

- You done?

- Yeah.

So, I mean, I was a killer

even before I got to boot camp.

I served three tours,

all in the desert,

and I saw and I did a lot of

things that I'll never forget.

Some things I'm not proud of,

maybe even most of them.

My first kill wasn't there.

My first kill was out in the woods

behind my best friend's house.

I'd smelt gunpowder

100 times before,

but it seemed

so much stronger that day.

Poured up into my nose,

into my brain,

stayed with me for days.

For weeks,

I had flashbacks, like a...

almost like a dream

you keep coming back to.

Fuck off.

A hunting accident.

You lost your cherry

on a fucking hunting accident.

Jesus Christ.

Who is this guy?

Markus.

Fuck off.

I'll break your fucking jaw,

you little weaselly bastard.

Markus, if you can't contribute

in a more constructive way,

then you're going to be banned

from the meetings.

Don't try to tell me

you don't know what's going down

up in those fucking streets.

You've got the city's best

and brightest professionals

all down here in this fucking

dodgy basement with...

Who the fuck are you,

for a start?

A whole city didn't take down

that senator.

Come on.

- I smell fucking shite in here.

- Okay. All right.

Ben, please. Carry on.

- Well, it wasn't an accident.

- Prick.

I'd never had a person there,

a human, at the other end

of my scope before.

I mean, he was my best friend,

for Christ's sake. I knew it was wrong.

It was the wrongest thing

I'd ever done.

But it didn't feel wrong.

What did it feel like?

Like waking up.

Why did you do it?

I couldn't tell you.

- What did you do with the body?

- I buried it.

Not because I was worried

about getting caught.

Honestly, I waited for weeks

for the police to show up,

but no one ever came.

I even thought about what

it would be like to go to prison.

Oh, my God. They would fucking

love you in prison, wouldn't they?

Anyway, so I even got excited

about the idea

of killing again.

I wanted to share.

Then why bury him?

Sounds s-stupid.

It's okay.

I wanted to thank him.

For fuck's sake.

Ben, come on.

Seriously,

what is she even doing here?

Come on,

the kid's a fucking pussy.

Krystal, please engage.

Anyway, after that, I enlisted.

I lived for that kill shot.

Problem is,

you do that long enough,

you forget how to live

for anything else.

They made me very good

at one thing.

When the tour came to an end,

they told me to go home, put it away.

So I got this fucking itch.

It's with me every day.

Some days I don't scratch it

and some days...

some days, I do.

Okay. All right, guys.

Thank you, Ben, for sharing.

Thank you, Ben.

That was... Yes, Markus?

Who the fuck is she?

Well, I suggest we take ten

minutes and collect our thoughts

and hopefully we'll find out

when we come back.

Would anybody like some coffee?

I'm going for a cig.

I can't wait

to hear her story.

Yeah, that'll be interesting.

You having one?

Sure.

- Character, isn't she?

- Who?

Krystal.

I saw you

looking at her in there.

Can't figure out

what you were thinking.

Kinda looked like

she amused ya.

She just reminds me

of someone I know.

Yeah?

You don't strike me

as the kind to get close

to people

who are batshit crazy.

I'm here, aren't I?

My point.

So what do you think

about everyone else?

I don't really know

what to think.

We're all batshit crazy.

You should've left

when you had the chance.

Thought definitely

crossed my mind.

Two failed attempts to take out

that fucking senator in one night.

It's a fucking embarrassment.

Well, what the hell happened?

Shouldn't I be the one

asking you that?

Let me call you back.

Don't even think about

hanging up on me, Jo.

Jo. Jo. Don't you fucking...

Any minute now.

Excuse me?

The rain, I can feel it.

It's close.

Yeah.

You'll feel better

if you share, you know.

Share what?

In the meeting.

Share your story.

Might not fix it,

but it'll help.

Like when you do a cry

and you finally let it out.

Please don't tell anybody

I said that.

Your secret's safe here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Careful. Careful. Careful.

Thanks.

Yeah.

The way you're holding on

to that rail,

I'd think

you were afraid of heights.

I'm terrified.

I really am.

Look, I'm sorry.

This is just...

This has just been

a really crazy night for me.

It's a crazy night

for everyone.

It's not every day a candidate for

president gets assassinated, is it?

Here we go.

I guess it's not a good night

to be a bad guy, then.

Do let me know when there is a

great night to be a bad guy, please.

If you share,

you'll feel better. Trust me.

Yep, any minute now.

Hmm.

Okay.

It's just a rat.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

Geez.

There. Okay.

Okay. So I think

that's everyone here again.

Um, Ben, thank you very much.

Right, then,

who would like to go next?

My name is Calvin

and I am a killer.

Hello, Calvin.

Many years ago,

when I was a young man,

my wife and I were involved

in a car accident.

I was trapped

in the seat beside her.

I had to watch her die.

It was...

beautiful.

To date,

I have lost 34 patients,

not to illness or trauma,

but for the simple reason

that I wanted to watch them die.

I do not walk around

killing people.

I do not get paid to do it.

I am a doctor.

I have an oath

that I'm sworn to uphold.

"Do no harm."

Sometimes you have to do harm

in order to do good.

Sometimes you have to cut off a

limb in order to save the body.

So that we might

witness the transition.

Transition?

The transition to the inert.

The reminder

that we are all elemental.

The stuff of supernovas.

And there is something that cannot

be found in a periodic table.

Something

that makes us different

from the other 99.999 percent

of the universe.

Something that makes us...

alive.

What I do,

what I allow to happen,

is my way

of conquering that fear.

Thank you, Calvin.

Okay. Next, I would like to try

something, if no one objects.

Um, an exercise.

Perhaps something

that might help us

deal with the everyday stresses

we all face.

I'd like to hear about...

the last time...

you thought about

killing someone.

Right, I'll go.

I'm Leo and I'm a killer.

Hello, Leo.

It was this morning,

the shop down the road from me.

I've got a soy milk maker.

- So once a week, I go and restock.

- A what?

A soy milk maker.

I make me own soy milk.

Why?

Because it's a healthier

alternative to lactose

and it's easier and quicker

to make than you might think.

Okay.

Soy milk.

Gotcha.

Anyway...

so I go to restock

on the beans.

I go in down the first aisle,

next to the artisanal breads,

and there's this old lady there

with these gaudy fucking rings on,

ten coats of makeup

and this bushy unibrow,

taking up the last

of them fucking beans.

I want to strangle her

from behind,

garrote her with me shoelace,

but I thought, "No, that ain't right."

I want to watch the life

drain out of her eyes...

put me hands

around her chubby neck,

squeeze her and see her puff

and sweat that mascara right

out of her fat fucking face.

Or stab her in her armpit.

A lot of people don't know

there's a nerve cluster there.

And then I'll just watch her piss herself

right there in the bakery section.

All because of soybeans.

Stupid shit, really.

Everybody thinks it sometimes.

Just out on the motorway

or standing in the queue

at the supermarket.

The only difference

is that I could've done it.

I have done it.

I wanted to do it,

but I didn't.

It took everything I had,

but I didn't do it.

Leo...

Leo, it's important to know our triggers.

What was your first kill?

What?

Your first kill.

I can't remember.

- Come on.

- I don't know.

We all have a first one,

though.

I'll tell you

the first one I felt.

Lady Ming.

Are you kidding?

You killed Ming?

Oh, you kept that quiet, didn't

you, you sneaky son of a bitch?

I fucking knew it.

Only a professional could've

taken down that evil old cow.

You know,

everyone said it was cancer.

I'm actually

mildly impressed.

The bosses still call me that

too, the fucking cancer.

Like it's clever.

- How did you do it?

- Poison.

For that to pass as

something other than poison,

the doses

would have to be small.

It would have to be done over

a period of weeks, months.

Seventy-two weeks,

four days.

- How did you get access?

- She was my godmother.

What I don't get is

how does the head of the triad

become godmother

to some low-rent enforcer?

That wasn't the story.

Well, let's make it the story.

How the fuck did no one know?

'Cause I was good at me job.

I worked years for that family.

When you love what you do,

you never work a day in your life.

I worked every fucking day.

I was good at it.

I did what I had to do.

I just didn't know

I'd have to do so much.

The job's killing.

I'm not under

any illusion about that.

But what I didn't know

until Ming...

it's not about killing them.

It's about how many times we

have to kill ourselves to do it.

Or how many times it takes what's best

about you and fucking rips it out.

And the worst part is,

it never really dies.

I wish it would.

Would make it so much easier.

But it just sits there,

the best part of you, sick and hurting.

And every time

you think it's gone...

every time you think you can't die

inside anymore, you fucking do.

And then it feels like

the first time all over again.

Okay, let's thank Leandro

for sharing.

Thank you, Leo.

Christ.

Finally.

- Hello, V.

- I really need to speak to you.

- Are you busy?

- No, no, of course I've got time for you.

It's happening again.

I'm gonna hurt someone. I know I am.

You're the reason

I moved out to LA.

You're the only one

who helps me.

In a calm manner,

nice and controlled.

I don't feel in control.

Now tell me,

what kicked it off?

What was your trigger?

I was just making a sandwich.

I was calmly making

a controlled sandwich.

V, are you pacing?

Picture my face.

Sit down.

Yeah, fine.

Okay.

Back to the sandwich.

Can I ask you a question?

What kind of sandwich were you making?

Chicken.

Yeah. Yeah. It's classic.

It's the bones, innit?

- Yeah.

I really wish there was

more information available,

but, unfortunately,

the funding...

Well, it simply isn't there.

As your sponsor,

I should have had the foresight

to have warned you

about the chicken thing.

Next time, buy fillets.

Violet, I'm going to

have to call you back.

- Hey.

- Hello.

I liked what you said.

It was a good story.

Yeah, I've also been thinking a

lot about what you said earlier.

They're a fucked-up bunch,

but who better to listen

to how fucked-up you are

than a fucked-up bunch?

Speak of the devils.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Are we interrupting something here?

- Nope.

You know that 2.5 million

people die of second-hand smoke?

Well, fuck off back

downstairs then, Ben.

Which hospital was it

you said you worked at again?

The Royal Bridge.

Why do you ask?

Oh, no reason.

Just now I know where to

send my mother-in-law.

- Krys.

- What?

You were a drama queen

at school, right?

Actually, Ben, I was the

queen of fucking everything at school.

She means she was a slag.

Oh, fuck off, Leo.

Go fuck yourself.

Oh, please!

Can't we come together

for just one night

and put the ego and posturing

and one-upmanship aside?

You know, listening and respect.

"Do unto others" and all

that other fucking nonsense.

What do you think, Markus?

I think all you guys do

is talk in fucking monologues

and I feel I'm stuck on a rooftop

with a bunch a dodgy Bond villains.

Guys.

Found him.

- Who?

- Or her.

Who?

Whoever killed the senator.

Yeah, Jo, I think the

no-phone rule is about to go bust.

We could check on the

television downstairs.

Oi. Excuse me, pal.

Who the fuck are you?

- Hey, he just asked you a fucking question.

- Yeah, okay.

Can we help you?

I would hope so, Joanna.

- What the fuck?

- You know this fucker?

- Senator Kyle.

- John.

No fucking way.

Whoa, whoa!

I don't mean to be

out of order here,

but why are you here

and not fucking dead?

Ask her.

You know him?

You mind us asking how?

The guy was supposed to miss, right?

That was the plan.

So what the fuck happened?

I'm kinda thinking that too.

- What the fuck's going on?

- He just asked you a fucking question.

- You changed the deal.

- No, no, no, nothing changed.

- So why was I shot tonight?

- I don't know.

So you were hit?

- You what?

- I don't know.

You lying piece of shit.

- I don't know! Christ!

- Everybody calm down.

Senator, what happened?

The area is secured, sir.

That's the second time

I've heard that today.

So excuse me if I have zero

confidence in you fucking morons.

- Wait outside.

- Sir.

I prefer to bleed in private.

Get out!

For a moment,

I thought it was just a misfir.

Think of the new voters

I'd get surviving this.

...just

released by the American Embassy

confirms that Senator John Kyle was

killed in this morning's attack.

But that was just a moment.

The real mistake

was that I was still alive.

That way.

Did the bullet go

all the way through?

- Get away from me.

- Well, I can take a look.

- Ben, what the fuck are you doing?

- I'm helping.

Why?

- What do you mean why?

- You're not a fucking doctor.

- I thought maybe...

- Just get off.

Oh!

Calvin.

You are.

Fix the man.

- No. I'm fine.

- Yes, of course.

Then it doesn't hurt

for him to look.

You need stitches.

A needle and thread.

There's a first-aid kit upstairs.

I'll go.

That's deep.

Should we even be doing this?

Doing what?

The guy's supposed to be dead.

But he is not.

He is here and he is wounded.

He should be there and dead.

So they're gonna be

looking for him.

They don't need to look

because they are the CIA

and they weren't supposed

to hit me at all.

But I guess someone

didn't get that memo tonight.

The CIA?

This is some dark shit.

I promise you, John,

nothing changed.

- The plan was still the plan.

- Not for everyone.

- Well, I had no idea.

- Really?

The breaking news report that Senator John

Kyle of California had been assassinated

wasn't a clue that maybe something

tonight had gone upside down?

Really sorry. Can you go back to

the bit about the CIA, please?

- What?

- Well, you said CIA,

as in the Central

Intelligence Agency?

- Yes.

- John.

As in the Central

fucking Intelligence Agency.

Why, you don't know?

- Know what?

- John.

Who do you think

runs these meetings?

So CIA runs KA?

John.

Who did you think ran this?

Jo.

Same thing.

You're CIA.

Thanks a lot, John.

What I wanna know is why you

even called this meeting tonight.

Thank you.

Did I not fucking tell you?

- Did I not fucking tell you?

- Markus, why don't you shut the fuck up?

Fuck off.

Oh, fucking brilliant.

Okay. Okay. Everyone calm down.

Let's get some light.

Come on, boys and girls.

Gather round.

Everybody must listen to Jo.

Hmm.

Do I work for the CIA?

Yes, I do.

And so do all of you.

Sorry. How's that?

Hmm.

284 days ago,

Sergei Rokmenonov

was skipping across Red Square

on his way to work.

The Ministry of Justice.

Never made it to work

that morning

because 650 yards

from the Ministry building,

he was shot and killed.

You know how I know

it was 650 yards?

Because that's the optimum range

for an SV-9 sniper rifle.

Isn't that right, Ben?

See, I'm not just a pretty face.

And then two days later,

a secure payment

was made to a bank account.

And the only two people who know

the exact amount of that payment

are the owner

of the bank account

and the person

that authorized the transfer.

So, Ben,

if I were to say that £150,000

turned up in your bank account

two days after Rokmenonov

was killed in Moscow...

would you say that was

just a fantastic guess

or would I know something?

Well, that wasn't the CIA.

Ah, Ben.

It wasn't.

It was Steven Sim...

Yes, Steven Sims from the

Alistair Holdings Group, yes.

But who do you think

Mr. Sims and AHG work for?

God, the cute ones are always so

thick, aren't they, Calvin?

And two years ago,

a patient was rushed

to the Royal Bridge,

complaining of chest pains

and blurry vision.

And you were the only resident

on call that night,

so of course

you found the swollen aorta,

but you didn't

do anything about it.

You just waited and watched,

as we knew you would.

And it was...

beautiful.

And eight hours later,

the patient was dead.

Now he happened to be

the head of the Armenian Rite

who was threatening to expose

certain agency contracts

in exchange for immunity

from the Ministry of Justice,

so you really helped us out

on that one, Calvin.

And then, 11 months ago,

Michelle Huang Ming died of cancer...

after having been poisoned,

but before she was able to sell

certain classified information

to the Ministry

of State Security in China.

Ming was a double agent.

Leandro, I know

this broke your heart...

but you helped us clean house.

And £200,000. Not bad.

And then, only last week,

our own Marky Marky Markus over here,

he put a bullet in the eyeball

of Officer Harold Morano,

who was here

holidaying with his wife.

Officer Morano was about to

give a deposition at a trial

that would eventually have

linked the new Medellin Cartel

to certain agency operatives.

Yeah, you thought the hit

came from your brother.

He thought it came

from Tyson Mulbury.

And Marbury thought

it came from...

You get the idea.

£18,000.

Love how cheap

you street boys are.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, too.

What about Krystal?

Mmm? Krystal?

I don't have to tell Krystal

who Krystal works for,

because Krystal has known all

along who Krystal works for.

Just as I have known all along,

thanks to these meetings.

How to get each

and every one of you

to do exactly

what needed to be done.

Everyone, that is...

except you.

This was the biggest operation

that we'd planned for eight months.

We'd practiced, we'd rehearsed,

and still something went wrong.

Someone gave you

a where and a when

and told you

to say the word "Pisces."

And so, here you are,

and you're the only one

I haven't met.

So, as you can imagine, I'm really

looking forward to hearing your story.

Christ.

- Hello, V.

- Stop cutting me off.

I'm starting

to get a picture here.

Has this girl...

Has this girl done

anything to upset you

or have you just taken a disliking

to her for another reason?

Is there

a logical explanation

as to why you want

to cause her pain?

Yes, there's a reason.

Did you not just hear

anything I just said about her?

She's doing it on purpose

to make me feel insecure.

Yeah.

Yeah, we know what's...

we know what's going on here,

don't we?

You're different.

You feel alone.

Everyone else around you

doesn't understand

how you find yourself

in this position.

You feel in danger.

The threat levels are high.

You're in fight mode

to protect yourself.

And you feel

if this girl wasn't around,

that you would feel better

about yourself

and the fact that

she lives next door,

you find it very hard

to avoid her.

I get it.

You know, I had exactly the

same thing with my wife.

Really, you've gotta trust me.

I've been there.

As I pointed that gun

at my wife's face,

I said,

"Any last words, Heather?"

And three hours later,

I shot her.

Wait. Really?

No.

No, Violet, love.

It was a joke. You get it?

"Last words."

"Three hours." Talks a lot.

I don't find this funny and I'm

not in the mood for laughing.

I feel like crying.

Do you know what?

I can't do mixed emotions right now.

Yeah. No, I know. All right?

I know, darling. I'm so sorry.

Violet, you have to think about

the long-term consequences.

You have to be

in control of your destiny.

Be fearless.

You know

what you need to do.

I hear you.

I know what I have to do.

Sorry.

I will repent next week,

I swear.

Oh, Violet.

Violet.

- Are you in position?

- Yes, sir.

Good. Don't let him

get away this time.

Wait for my signal, then...

Well, you know

what you need to do.

That's why none

of our phones are working?

Ain't you lot got stuff

that does that?

- We have everything.

- Right.

So you're jamming the whole city, then?

- Probably.

- Why?

Control the story

until they find me.

- All done.

- It was in the news.

Not anymore.

If it's already out there at

this point, it don't actually matter.

- Why are we still here?

- I'm sorry?

I said,

why are we still here?

Do you know,

Markus is right.

Someone's gonna come

looking for you.

- Probably.

- Definitely.

And that scares you?

Yeah. Yeah, it scares me.

It should fucking well

scare you too.

You're the one

they're trying to kill.

And I'm sure as fuck I'm not standing

next to you when they try again.

My grandfather

always used to say

that a room full of CIA assassins

is the safest place to be.

Jo, no one gives a fuck

about your granddad.

Uh, Calvin sits there.

Why are you here?

How did you know?

- That there was a meeting?

- Yeah.

How do you think?

- I don't know.

- Because he is CIA too.

Jesus.

I wanna talk about her.

No. No. No. Fuck her.

'Cause right now we're talking

about this son of a bitch.

Senator John fucking Kyle of

California, who, by the way,

is the guy most likely

to become president

of the United fucking States

of America.

And he just so happens

to be CI fucking A.

I fucking got that, Krystal.

- Trust me, I fucking got that.

- Did you?

But we're talking about her

and we're gonna talk about her.

Or I'm gonna lose

my fucking shit.

It's almost like

I don't need to be here.

Shut the fuck up,

bullshitter.

Now...

we were gonna talk

about you.

And we're gonna

talk about you.

And that'll be...

fucking now.

Well, my name's Alice...

and I have been sitting here

listening to all of you.

Really, I have. And...

I'm sitting here wondering the same

thing all of you are wondering,

which is,

"What am I doing here?"

Because I don't want

to be a killer.

Alice, can you tell us

who told you about KA?

Yeah, that's what

I wanna know, too.

I got a text.

Okay. From who?

I don't know. It was blocked.

Jo, don't you send them out?

Not exclusively.

What does that mean?

- It means not exclusively.

- But how does it work?

Why? Why us?

I would just like to point out

that you have all been

coming here for over a year

and this is the first time any one

of you has asked this question.

- Because you all fit the type.

- What type?

Your personality profile.

Why would she get flagged?

Why does someone think

you should be here?

'Cause I've killed people.

- Duh. Obviously.

- Shut up a minute.

Remember what we spoke about

on the roof.

Six months after my mom died,

my dad started...

I was 13.

He just... He just resented me.

No, no.

He... He hated me,

'cause most days I can still feel the

pressure from his boot on my head.

He used to make me

eat my dinner off of the floor.

Those nights were always the

worst when he would get me alone,

'cause they just lasted

a lot longer.

I'm so sorry.

I couldn't even protect

my sister from him.

I went on a school field trip

one weekend,

and even though we went

to the same school,

I was older,

so her class had to stay behind.

And I-I had two full nights

away from this...

this monster.

When I got back, I...

I knew she was different,

and I...

I knew,

and all I could think

to myself was,

"Alice, how could you

have left her here?"

There were so many things

that that man did to me

that I should have

wanted him dead.

But touching her...

Touching her was too much.

I was pushed.

I was... I was pushed.

And I didn't even know

if I could do it.

You know, I wanted to,

but I didn't actually think that I could,

because I was small and he was...

Oh, goddamn, he was so big.

But I wasn't shaking.

I wasn't scared. It wasn't hard.

It was easy.

It's just been way too easy on me.

I wanted him to fight.

I wanted him to make me work for it.

Throw me up against a wall.

Send pain through me. But I...

It was just over

way too quickly.

And I just remember

wanting to do it again.

Do you still want it?

What?

Do you still want to kill?

Every single day.

I think we all know

why you're here.

- I don't.

I fucking don't.

Come on.

Jo, if anyone needs group,

this girl does.

Mmm, yes. I agree.

And that would be great, if this was

group, but this is not group.

I've just explained that.

There's no fantasy world

where murderers meet in a church

and exchange their philosophies

on killing.

This is a place for maintaining

contract killers.

I thought we were

in this place to...

So I ask again.

What is she doing here?

This girl is not

a contract killer.

- So what is she doing here?

- Whoa, whoa. Jo. Jo.

Calm down.

Uh, what about

the no-weapons policy?

- This is my insurance policy.

- Jo. Jo.

I hate to agree with Ben,

but think about it.

If you think she

has something to do with this,

then you must do what...

Go to hell, John!

You're not my boss.

Today was a mess,

and that's the end of it.

Jade messed up and Krystal

went in to sort it out,

as per our orders.

So that's why she ain't here

tonight, is it?

You horrible bitch.

And that's who they found across

town, I'm guessing, yeah?

She was just doing her job.

It's not her fault that Jade fucked up.

You wanna blame anyone,

you can blame Jade.

And as far as I knew, that was it.

The mission failed.

A new date would be set with a new

shooter who would miss as planned.

So, John, who actually

shot you is anyone's guess.

But I still think that

she had something to do with it.

Bless you.

You.

Stay right... there.

That goes

for the rest of you.

Well, hello.

Don't be scared.

Just come on out.

- Please. Get away from me.

- Come on out.

- All right.

- Come here, you. Hello.

What you doing in there,

you little fucking rat?

- Fantastic.

- The plot thickens.

Okay, with all due respect,

Krystal...

Okay.

Talk.

No, no, no. We are not doing

anything to this little girl.

Just do it.

- I'm sorry, Senator, do you have children?

- That has nothing to do with it.

- Down.

- Okay, all right, okay.

Everybody just stop,

stop, stop.

Everybody needs to be calm.

There's just way, way, way,

way too much going on right now.

Okay, Alice, move.

Move.

All those in favor...

raise your hands.

One, two, three, four.

I know what's happening here.

If you can assemble this gun by

the time Markus gets to the table,

then you know what,

you get to have it your way.

- I don't do this. This is...

- You can do it.

- Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

- Okay, Alice. Come on.

Stop shaking. Stop shaking.

One more.

And then I'm coming for you, darling.

Fucking try it, boss.

You gonna shoot me?

Fuck you.

You want some of this? Huh?

Come on, then.

Get up.

Both of you.

Sweetheart, are you okay?

Okay, I just had to make sure

that she was just who she said she was

and not a professional killer.

Sweetheart, what's your name?

Look, it's okay.

Morgan.

Nice to meet you, Morgan.

My name is Alice.

Just get to the point.

I just need you

to be honest with me.

Morgan,

what are you doing here?

I got in a bit of trouble.

Okay, so then you hid here.

Did you hear anything

that happened tonight?

I did hear it.

I heard all of it.

Well, that's it, then.

We have no choice.

A rat is a problem

we don't need.

- Okay. Whoa. Wait. Hey, come on.

- Joanna, she heard everything.

Yeah, exactly. She just heard

a bunch of people talking.

She didn't see anyone do

anything, now did she, okay?

So everyone's just gonna come

now and sit down and be calm.

Come on.

Now! Come on!

- Shit.

- Don't touch her.

Hey!

Come here.

Hey. Okay, okay.

The last thing... Okay?

The last thing our Morgan here

wants to do is upset anyone, right?

I mean, you're a smart girl.

You know that no one would

believe such a crazy story.

Look, we are not

trusting a kid.

She's gonna speak.

Maybe not at first, Jo,

but one day,

she's gonna talk to a friend

or she's gonna go to

confession and she will speak.

I won't. I swear.

You'll fucking speak, all right.

You shut your little bitch mouth.

Markus,

she's just a kid, man.

I know she's just a kid,

but that little bitch

is gonna bring all of us down.

And I kinda like my life.

I got shit to do.

Killing her

is not the solution.

Like Joanna said, the situation is so

ridiculous, nobody will ever believe her.

All be quiet!

- Hey!

- Jesus Christ!

Morgan, stop it. Shit.

- Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!

- Don't come any closer. Stay back!

Jo, give me the fucking gun.

Calm down.

Shit!

- Fuck.

- Sorry, it was an accident.

- Krystal!

- No. Fuck.

Move!

Everyone fucking move!

Get back inside.

Krystal,

I need to take a look at Jo.

No. I said

get back inside now!

I need to look at her.

I need to look at Jo.

- Calvin, shut up. Get inside.

- I need to get over there.

- No!

- Fucking move.

No, I need to get over there.

Move!

Huh.

Well, that changes things.

Don't you agree?

Alice.

Alice, what are you doing,

love?

Hey. Fucking leave 'em.

Think about it.

I'm doing what has to be done.

You think she's gonna keep

quiet after what she just saw?

And then we're all supposed

to go down for it?

No. I've got a family.

And I'm not losing them because

of somebody else's actions.

She's right.

Alice, let me do it.

You're not made for it.

I've been in some

fucked-up situations...

Okay. Okay, do you know what?

Fuck it. Let's make it interesting.

Let's see who wants to do it.

Markus, you wanna have a go?

Yeah, I'm fucking happy to do it.

Sure. Put the fucking gun down.

Benny boy, why don't you

have a fucking go?

I told you, I'm not having

any part of killing a kid.

Noted.

Calvin?

"Noted"?

No, absolutely not.

I'm not killing a child.

For fuck's sake, Calvin, she's barely

a fucking child. She's what, 14?

Hey, how old are you?

Alice, Alice,

what's the crack here, love?

How about you let Morgan go,

we have a bit of a chat,

make some rational decisions?

Why don't you just

fucking shut up and let her finish?

You okay?

Let's get back to business.

What are you doing, love?

This isn't you.

You've got no idea

who I am, Leo.

Who the fuck are you?

She...

is the new boss.

Fuck off.

Joanna?

Jo, what the fuck?

Krystal, I knew that

you would understand.

Fucking dickhead.

Joanna, I demand to know...

Fuck!

Blanks. Of course.

Sorry about the dramatics.

You expecting somebody, Joanna?

Christ, they found me.

Somebody protect me.

I can pay.

Everything's for sale, right?

Oh, God. Hold your breath, John.

No one's interested.

It's probably cops doing door-to-door.

I'll go and take care of it.

And then when I'm back,

everything will be explained.

Everything.

It's time.

Don't hurt the girls.

Okay. They have gone.

All right, everybody.

First question.

Why not just kill me?

That's what all of this

is about, right? Me?

That was my fault.

Ah, can't get the shot.

Jade was supposed

to shoot you and not miss.

Excuse me?

But she messed up.

So I blew the dust

off the old Dragunov

and stepped in myself.

Sorry, John. Nothing personal.

Oh. Missed the head.

So, what, the company wanted rid of me?

Why not just finish me off

the moment I walked

through those fucking doors?

Why all this bullshit?

Because not everything

is about you, John.

You said Dragunov.

That's a Russian gun.

Well-spotted, Ben.

Well, as our wonderful senator

said earlier, what was it?

"Everything is for sale

if the price

is high enough, eh?"

So, yes, the company

is under new management

and they just wanted to see which

of our members have what it takes

to join the new administration.

A stress test, if you will.

What?

Let me introduce Alissa Romanoff

and her sister, Morgana Romanoff.

Wait, what?

Joanna?

Oh, yeah,

the Russians pay more.

Russian?

Well, by name.

Sisters?

Sisters.

Motherfuck.

See, the problem is, Senator,

they started too late with you.

A corruptible CIA agent infiltrates the

highest level of the political system

to become a corruptible senator

and a corruptible president

surrounded by corruptible yes-men.

But if you start young,

well, then you're a truer

person, incorruptible.

You see,

the Russian government took us in,

gave us both a purpose.

So, Senator, please meet

your future replacement.

This is a joke, right?

Does she look

like she's joking?

It's been a pleasure.

Sorry, Calvin.

Markus, Krystal, you passed.

Come with us.

Sorry, lads.

See you after, Calvin.

Alice.

Leandro.

Sorry, you're cute, but...

not that cute.

But I'm gonna

give you a chance.

Stay here one hour

and then you can leave.

What, and that's it?

Yeah.

One hour.

Traitor.

Do as you're told.

- Oh, you bitch.

- Mmm-hmm.

Right, that's it, then.

Hey!

Well, it's a trap.

Right?

Right.

One hour, then I can leave.

She's lied to you all day.

Why should you trust her now?

Ah, Leo, I'd really hoped

you'd listen.

All you had to do

was wait one hour.

What is it with men

not wanting to follow orders?

You have to be in

control of your destiny, Alice.

Be fearless.

You know what you need to do.

Hey.

- Wanna swap? No?

- No.

No, no, no!

You're fucking dead now.

I fucking live for this.

Excuse me.

Need a hand there, mate?

My boy Calvin in there.

Killers Anonymous,

you fucking cock.

Go on, Benny boy.

- Where do you think you're going?

- The heart.

Seems as though you've

forgotten how this works.

Welcome to the fucking club.

It's just, Jo, I mean...

What's the whole point of this

if we don't set standards?

There's rules and those

rules have to be followed.

Jo, you missed your shot.

No. No.

No!

- Go on. Do it.

- Step back.

Feels different up

close, doesn't it, Benjamin?

- Give her the knife.

- Please.

I should fucking

shoot you, Krys.

- Give her the knife.

- Give me the knife.

I could do this.

I could do this!

God bless.

There you are.

- It's done.

- There, you see?

I told you you could do it.

Yeah.

Easier than I thought.

Well done, Alice.

The story surrounding

yesterday's assassination

of the US Senator John Kyle

continues to unfold.

Further bodies believed

to be connected to the case

have been found in a church

in the bank area of London.

Early speculation suggests

that the US Government

was somehow involved

in the plot against Kyle.

As of yet, there has been no

comment from the American Embassy.

There's always gonna

be people who need our help.

People who have the itch,

who just need

to be shown the path.

They need someone

who can listen, who can help.

I can't go on forever,

but for my girls...

this is just the beginning.

Hello?

Lovely night for it.

Yeah. I suppose it is.

You lost your way?

Something like that.

It's one flight down.

Oh.

I see. Thanks.

Don't look so nervous.

You're in good hands.

- Hey.

- Hi.

I'm not sure

if I'm in the right place.

I was told to say "Gemini."

Definitely in the right place,

and the first to arrive.

Welcome to Killers Anonymous.

Killers Anonymous (2019) - full transcript