Hitmen

Love can sometimes be beautiful.

Love can sometimes be dangerous.

But true love, or true love is lethal.

We've been through this before.

I've made up my mind.

What happened to the sanctity of marriage?

You made a vow.

I was a 19 year old girl, Luke.

Not the same person that I was 10 years ago.

I love you, Lauren.

I love you too.

But we've grown apart.

Where the bitches at?

All we need to do is see a marriage counselor.

It's all we need.

A little bit of therapy.

A marriage counselor.

Fucking shit like that.

When we first met, you were different.

Different how?

More manly, more rugged.

Go fuck yourself.

You asked me, I told you.

You fucking feather your eyebrows, Luke.

You manicure and pedicure, you moisturize three times a day.

I married a man's man.

You showed me someone who hasn't changed in 10 years.

And I'll show you someone who's wasted 10 fucking years.

Hello, beautiful.

Let me buy you a drink.

Fuck off, mate.

Hey, listen, just having a quiet drink with the wife.

I was just offering to buy the lady a drink.

I didn't mean to cause any offense.

No offense taken.

Come on, Jackie.

Let's get out of here, man.

The club's just around the corner.

Let's go.

What about you, sweetie?

Are you offended?

No.

It would take more than a tiny dicked American gap-year

student offering to buy me a drink to offend me, love.

A tiny dick?

Microscopic.

It's about average.

That's so funny.

It's just... It's a common fact that men always add two inches

when describing the length of their penis.

So judging by that statistic.

And with the average length of a man's manhood measuring more than 5.7 inches...

You have a three-inch cock.

Or a three-inch Johnson, as you guys affectionately

like to call it.

Three inches.

No, no.

It's a little...

A little bigger than that.

Life is a collection of individual moments.

Moments that can alter our lives in the blink of an eye.

This was a moment that would alter many lives around the world.

Luke Loveday was an office administrator.

And his wife, or soon to be ex-wife, Lauren,

was an estate agent at one of London's most reputable agencies.

Quite why this seemingly non-violent couple

with no prior convictions turned into the savage

monsters they became that night remains a mystery.

Was it Luke's pride?

Wounded by the questioning of his masculinity and the prospect of losing his wife?

Or was Lauren's newly found growth and independence as a woman?

No longer the young, 19-year-old girl with

daddy issues needing protecting from the world.

Now a strong, powerful, well-read, and intelligent force.

Who would not be intimidated by the world or anything in it.

Poor little Jackie was dead, and the great man would seek his ressurection or revenge.

The words, "Great man," are perhaps the most overused words of today.

It is with this overuse I hesitate to

use the phrase to describe Michael Hero.

Michael was a great man in its truest, purest, most sincere form.

You can tell the measure of a man by how he

treats someone who he has nothing to gain from.

Well, this was a millionaire with his own family, who adopted me as

an abandoned orphan and raised me like I was his own flesh and blood.

Michael lost the love of his life, his wife of forty years,

Mary Ann Robinson, after a sudden and unexpected heart attack late last fall.

Every day, come rain or shine, Michael and I

would visit her grave and pay our respects.

Michael Hero was born into adverse poverty to immigrant parents.

A destitute stray, armed with an insatiable resilience,

who went from an unwanted street urchin to CEO

of Lion Terry PLC, one of the nation's largest blue chip corporations.

Work hard, son, and someday this will all be yours.

Oh yeah, not too hard though, right dad?

The great Michael Hero.

Armed with the work-ethic of a starving orphan. - It was a joke dad.

Attempted to build a dynasty, employing his son Paris to follow his path.

Oh, yeah.

Paris was an immediate disappointment to Michael.

That's medicinal.

Dad, that is medicinal.

Paris was not blessed with any of the same

smarts that were bestowed upon his great father.

Michael, perhaps ruthlessly, dismissed his son,

firing him and cutting him off the payroll.

Com'on Paris, time to leave.

Where are we going?

Your father doesn't think this is working out.

You're firing me?

Hey, fuck you! How about that? Fuck you!

You all right?

I'll see you around big man.

Chill man.

Michael hoped that having to now face adversity would mold him into the man he was.

Unfortunately, the attempt of tough love backfired spectacularly

when Paris and a group of his foolish friends hatched a plan to

assassinate his father and inherit the company and Michael's fortune.

Oh, shit, no, no.

Hey, Major, no.

Just chill, chill, chill.

Hey, baby, it's Paris. Just... just the clowns...

Paris had a son, Jackie, born from a one-night stand with a stripper

named Unicorn, also known as Catherine Grey, out of office hours.

But Jackie was different than his father Paris, and closer

perhaps, although only very slightly, to his grandfather.

I wish my dad was more like you, Grandpa.

You can't be talking like that, Jackie.

Your father loves you very much in his own perculiar way.

Besides, you don't have to worry about a thing.

I will always take care of you.

But slightly, it was all Michael needed, and Michael

worshiped Jackie like the son he never had.

That's my boy.

Lavishing on with cars, watches, and trips abroad

One of those trips ending on that tragic night in London.

I need vengeance, Danny.

Jackie's soul needs vengeance.

I am not strong enough to let my grandson's murder go unpunished.

The Major's been making arrangements all week.

I have placed a $1 million bounty on the heads

of those bastards that killed my boy Jackie.

Danny, my son, tomorrow, you and the Major

Will meet with Don Salvatore Piazza of the Piazza family.

He and I briefly crossed paths in 1980.

He's an honorable and an honest man, but he hails from an immoral and godless business.

A world the Major has more frequented than you are.

Remain silent when listening to him, assume he knows much more than you do.

You are to act as the eyes in the back of the Major's head.

Do you understand?

Anything for you, Papa.

Yeah?

I'll let Mr. Hero know right away.

They were acquitted this morning on the grounds of self-defense.

But they killed my grandson.

When a great man is hurt, all just and fair men suffer.

Cheers, baby.

Cheers.

I fucking love you, Lauren.

Do you? I fucking love you too, Luke.

Whiny wanker.

What's wrong?

It's that boy!

We fucking killed him babe!

I know, and I keep thinking about him too, but...

What's done is done.

Regret is only going to make us resentful.

The regret is a wasted emotion that can just wear you down to a little tiny nib.

I wish I did this, I wish I did that.

It's useless.

I mean, we don't have a time machine like BACK TO THE FUTURE.

Fucking love that movie.

There's no point living in the past.

No regrets.

Just lessons learned.

Babe?

You still want a divorce?

No, you silly prick.

Come here.

Coleman Rose, known as the major, was Michael's head of security.

An army major who was disillusioned by life without order

and fell foul to the bottle after completing his distinguished service.

Well, we shouldn't have any trouble

but that's no to say we let our guards down, not for a second.

Not around the Piazzas.

Michael saw his potential and took him under his considerable wing.

The Piazza were one of the country's most violent yet profitable crime families,

Headed by Don Salvatore Piazza, both sophisticated and brilliant,

but ruthless and apathetic in his business conduct.

Good evening, sirs.

I've been expecting you.

Good evening.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you, sir.

Can I get you two a plate?

No, thank you.

How about some wine?

I'm eh.. teatotal, I'm afraid.

No Capisco.

What's teatotal?

It means I don't drink, makes me reckless.