The Mechanic

What I do requires a certain mindset.

I do assignments...

...designated targets.

Some jobs need to look like accidents.

Others must cast suspicion on someone else.

A select few need to send a clear message.

Pulling a trigger is easy.

The best jobs are the ones nobody even knows you were there.

Liquor fairy paid me a visit last night.

Left me a big old bottle of Scotch.

He even sprung for the good stuff.

See you, Henry.

Why the fuck do I let you drag me out to this shit hole?

You're a snob, Harry.

Eleven hundred people come through here every day.

Hard to remember two fellows passing through.

Thank you.

Of course, people might remember them.

Yeah.

Then that kind of defeats your purpose.

I don't go anywhere without them. Nowhere.

Try to get them shoes that fit. They look like cartoons.

Everything went okay?

It got done.

There's no one better than you, you know.

That's why they give you those jobs that could get hairy...

...because if they were to get hairy, then you would take care of it...

...and that's all they care about, services rendered, no loose ends.

Fait accompli.

You're a goddamn machine.

You see things.

You view people differently than I do, differently than anybody does.

Yeah, but you've got a problem, Arthur.

You need companionship.

I have you, Harry.

Oh, then you're in deeper shit than I thought.

So how's Steven?

Did I tell you that I got him a job at a private security firm?

They kicked him out last month. He beat some guy half to death.

Goddamn disappointment.

Always has been, always will be.

Call him.

Me? Call him?

For what?

He probably needs to hear from you.

Yeah.

Let's go. I'll get your money.

Come on. Dance with me.

Come on, please?

You hungry?

Sure.

I gotta go.

Okay.

You ever gonna tell me your name?

Arthur.

Nice try.

But you're no Arthur.

No, more like a David.

Or Brad.

Yeah.

See you, Brad.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

Global Engineering.

I'm calling about the ad.

There must be a mistake.

One moment, please.

The advertisement was proofed. The information is accurate.

I want a meeting.

We'll get back to you.

Mr. Bishop, Mr. Dean has agreed to a meeting.

A private jet will pick you up in one hour...

...and deliver you to a site of his choosing.

You'll be allowed 15 minutes. The jet will then return you.

When we tell you to be home at 10:00, we mean 10, not 11:30.

I don't care, baby. You scared your mother to death.

You're grounded for two weeks. Just one second.

Well, that's not my problem.

All right, look.

Ten days and you volunteer two Saturdays at the shelter.

Eight days and three Saturdays.

- Nice ring. - Done.

Where do I get one of those?

You can't. Unless you're a world champion.

Just tell him to come out and fix it, honey.

All right, let's go.

I've just been out-negotiated by a 16 year old.

Let's take a walk.

Six months ago, we were commissioned to undertake...

...the largest contract we've ever attempted.

The target was far more high-profile than we're normally comfortable with...

...but the job was just too rich to pass up.

- The target was South African? - The target fled to South Africa.

That's where we made our move, in Cape Town.

It took six months to set up.

I assigned a team of five operatives to work in concert on the mission.

All five were killed.

Someone knew everything.

You probably knew some of the men on that team.

I knew this one. Sebastian.

You know how this company works, Mr. Bishop.

Only two partners know the details of any given job.

Two people knew the details here.

Me and Harry McKenna.

Harry sold us out.

We pulled his financials.

Take a look at recent offshore deposits.

There's one there made two weeks ago for 20 million US dollars.

He's gotten old.

He's gotten weak.

He's loaded with debts, his divorce, his costly, troubled son.

They made him vulnerable.

And for the past 13 years, I have been fiercely loyal to him.

There's no one I respected more.

But Harry McKenna has poisoned the well.

He needs to be removed. Immediately.

Let me talk to him.

Look, I appreciate your connection with Harry...

...but there's no turning back here.

He has crossed his Rubicon.

Every day that he's alive puts this company in danger.

I know we would all prefer that you handle this.

Given your relationship...

...you're in the best position to get this done quickly and discreetly.

And to be honest with you, I hate the idea of Harry suffering unnecessarily.

We don't wanna go to an outside source.

But we will if we have to.

Excuse me a sec.

Jess, negotiations are closed. I'm sorry.

I'm in a meeting. Okay, hang on a sec.

Forty-eight hours or we'll proceed without you.

Hey, squirt?

Remember the expression, "Quit while you're ahead"?

Yeah, I mean, Roosevelt, to be truthful, is my hero.

I mean, the way he dealt with his damn chair.

Jasper, pull your trousers up, will you? Please?

Pull your trousers up.

You know, the suits don't really fit you guys very well.

- Yeah? - Get out of the building, Harry.

- Arthur? - They're coming for you tonight.

Who? Who's coming?

Dean.

Take whatever you can use against them and get out.

Oh, Jesus.

Do you have a pair of scissors?

Yeah.

- Go to the elevator lobby. - On my way.

Looks like we got a power outage on the 18th floor.

You have 15 seconds to get to the elevator...

...before the emergency power comes on.

- There's a keypad. - Punch in the building number.

We cut the power off.

Service elevators have to work on a separate power source.

I'm in.

Press the basement floor.

The elevator will take 18 seconds to get there.

The level is empty and unused. Take the ramp.

It connects to the building next door. It leads to an underground parking lot.

Shit.

Security cameras haven't been fitted in this building yet, so they'll be blind.

Okay, you should be entering the parking lot now.

My van's here.

I left it there.

Oh, shit.

Well, you got me to circumvent my own security.

Nobody sees me leave.

So, what's this?

Cape Town, right?

Yeah. Right.

So, what's the story here?

Carjacking?

Police will find my van somewhere in some shit hole section of the city...

...stripped and up on blocks?

Something like that.

Well, a slight editorial revision.

You don't mind, do you?

Yeah, I get off a couple of shots, there's a struggle...

...they get my gun, c'est la vie.

At least I don't go down looking like a pussy.

I've had that for 33 years.

Gift from Admiral Beasley. Sixth Fleet.

That's the first time I ever fired it.

Why didn't you kill me?

They'd just send somebody else.

I would rather it was you, Arthur.

You'll have to live with it.

Arthur fucking Bishop.

Sorry for your loss.

More of a loss for you than me, buddy.

It's a long time.

Hey, would you give me a ride to my father's house?

Your father talked about you a lot.

He talked about spending time with you, maybe making up.

Give it a rest, would you?

Yeah, well, he was always bringing you up.

He had regrets, Steven.

Yeah, he could have picked up the phone anytime.

I wanna show you something.

I loved this place as a kid.

It's pretty impressive, huh?