Deathstroke: Knights & Dragons - The Movie

I'm telling you, Addie,

if we build these factories in San Miguel,

the business is going through the roof.

I'd rather have you than the money.

You're away too much, Slade, and I...

You okay?

When you're home, when we're all together,

I never even think about it.

But as soon as you're away, I...

For god's sake, Addie, Cambodia was years ago.

Before we were even married.

We were in love. We were engaged.

And we've both seen enough combat

to know that however much wounds may heal...

How could you do this to me? I trusted you.

The scars never go away.

Can I talk to him?

I know. I know.

And I swear to you, Addie, I haven't lied to you since.

And I will never lie to you again.

You believe me, don't you?

Of course I do.

- It's just... - Can I talk?

Somebody wants you.

- I wonder who. - Hi, papa.

Hey, buddy. Teeth all brushed?

Yeah

read to me.

I would, Joe,

but I'm late for a dinner meeting and... Just a little.

A little little.

Hm?

"The land was filled with dragons"

and the people were afraid.

But the shining knight came riding forth to protect both man and maid.

He faced the fiercest creatures that the world had ever known.

And he did it without any help.

He did it all alone.

And when his work was done, the dragons were no more.

And so the knight rode on,

"into legend, into lore."

And that's it for tonight, kid.

More please?

I've gotta go, buddy,

and you've gotta get to sleep.

Okay.

He misses you.

We miss you.

I'll be on the last plane out tonight.

I love you, Adeline Wilson.

And I adore you, Slade Wilson.

Under the covers, little soldier.

Aye-aye, captain.

Read to me, mama.

But papa already read you... Please?

Don't give me that wide-eyed innocent routine, mister.

Please, mama?

Not that one. That's just for papa.

You are clearly the commanding officer in this family.

'Night, little soldier.

Good night, mama.

No need to panic. You'd be dead already if I wanted it.

What do you want?

Your son.

If you were looking for a helpless victim, you came to the wrong house.

You're out of practice, Adeline.

From what I've heard, you were something to behold,

before marriage and motherhood made you soft.

Leader of an elite squad within the green berets called team seven

you trained Slade Wilson.

Helped make him the killing machine that he is today.

"Killing machine"?

He's a businessman.

Oh, Adeline,

there's so much you don't know.

Who the hell are you?

The jackal.

Molina sent you.

El presidente doesn't like his generals plotting against him.

He finds revolution distasteful.

Then go ahead. Cut my throat.

You'll never get out of here alive.

Of course I will.

- What is this? - The head of president molina.

Note the look of surprise on his face.

Very similar to how you look right now.

I don't understand.

If molina hired you to assassinate me, then...

I'm a mercenary, not an idiot.

Your president was an oppressive fascist who ground his people into the dirt.

Under his rule, San Miguel became a cesspool

of poverty, hunger and disease,

while he just grew richer and fatter.

Do better, general Suarez.

Or this will be you.

And, oh, yes,

there is the little matter of my fee.

Which I am delighted to pay.

- Took a few hits, I see. - It's nothing.

Do you ever consider what would happen to Adeline and Joseph

if you died on one of these little jaunts?

You've been doing this for what, eight years now? Nine?

Maybe it's time to stop being a mercenary and start being...

I'll need transport asap, wintergreen.

And you will have it, old friend.

The older I get, the more I envy your ability to heal.

The army certainly got what they paid for.

And more.

- It's not working, damn it! - Agh!

- Will he live? - Doesn't matter.

We've failed again.

They said...

They said it was a miracle I'm still alive.

I told you not to volunteer for that damn drug trial.

When they wouldn't even tell you what it was for, I knew...

It was my choice. I could have said no.

Then why didn't you?

Because they needed me.

There were only a handful of men that fit the profile...

And you've always been a good soldier.

Maybe too good.

They'll be sending me home in a few days.

And I'm going with you.

But your duties...

I've served my country.

And done a damn good job of it.

But you need me now... no.

You've got another 14 months.

You do what you signed on to do.

Let me try to build a life for myself, for us.

Then.

Then, if you still want me...

Why wouldn't I want you?

I love you, Slade.

We've got plans.

A whole life ahead of us.

The army's the only life I've ever known, Addie.

Being that good soldier. Following orders.

Killing the enemy.

There's more to you than that.

I hope so.

Addie?

Dear god, what happened?

Where's Joseph?

He said if I called the police, he'd kill him.

Who? Who did this?

Said it's you he wants.

Who did this?

The jackal. “Who the hell is the jackal?

You know who he is!

"I haven't lied to you since," you said,

"and I will never lie to you again."

- But it's all been nothing but lies, hasn't it? - I don't know what you're talking about.

Stop!

The jackal told me everything.

The army thought the experiment was a failure,

that their drug didn't work. That's why they discharged you.

But it just took a little time to turn you into... what did he call you?

Deathstroke.

I'm a businessman.

That's what I always believed.

Slade Wilson, a good and decent man,

who loved his wife and son,

who'd do anything for his family.

But you're a goddamn mercenary.

Selling death to the highest bidder,

and you hid it from me.

All these years.

Why?

I'll bring Joseph back.

And I'll bring the jackals carcass back with me.

I don't need you. We don't need you.

I can do this without you.

Broken, damn it.

In several places, from the look of it.

(50.

- When this is over, Addie, we'll talk. - Don't even try to lie to me again,

you manipulative son of a bitch.

Just bring Joseph home.

And god help you if you fall.

I never fail.

How's the wife, Wilson?

Show yourself.

I'm right here.

My son...

Is fine. Just a bargaining chip.

Accept the bargain and he doesn't get hurt.

I won't work with HIV. E.

So you said the last time I asked.

And I respect that.

Unfortunately, my superiors don't.

They think your skills would be of great value to us.

You're terrorists.

Equal opportunity murderers.

Selling our services to the highest bidder,

just like you.

Only difference is you're small-time.

- H.i.v.e. Thinks globally. - How many innocent people,

women and children have died at your hands?

Honestly, I've lost count.