Hitman: Agent 47

Cleaned, missing dialog dashes added and timings optimized by Tronar.

The history of man is defined by war.

And war by the men who fight it.

What if we could create a better man?

Someone did.

The Agent Program was initiated in August of 1967,

by a man named Peter Aaron Litvenko.

Its purpose was to create the perfect killing machine.

Human beings without emotion or fear or remorse.

The resulting subjects were called 'Agents'.

The program was a success.

But the price of creating men without

humanity was Litvenko's conscience.

Applying his brilliant mind to his flight, he vanished.

Fearing that it would be exposed,

the government shut down the program.

And surviving Agents drifted into shadows.

Realizing its potential, many tried to restart the program.

All failed.

So they focused their efforts on finding the one man who could.

The task fell to Dr. Albert Delriego.

A ruthless and efficient man.

But Litvenko had disappeared, and even he couldn't find him.

Then, six years into his search,

Delriego made an unexpected discovery.

A single photograph, which would

become the key to finding Litvenko.

No one had ever imagined that, in the end,

it would come down to one little girl.

Sir, we have a match in Germany.

Checking surveillance databases now, sir.

Secure the files and evacuate.

Sir, we need to leave now.

What the hell is happening?

I don't know, sir.

I want to know who's doing this. I need answers.

Give me an update.

I said, give me an update!

I said, status!

I suppose I should be flattered.

I didn't think I merited a contract.

You don't.

You know, I hunted an Agent once.

Took four weeks.

Most rewarding catch of my career.

Your employers are attempting to restart the Agent Program.

And you are here to stop them?

You are too late.

We already have Litvenko.

He's currently working on next generation units.

He's not. Because you haven't found him.

Where is Katia van Dees?

I have a chip implanted here.

If my heart stops beating,

my security detail will come through the door.

You need me.

No. I only need pieces of you.

The information I require is in two places.

Your secure database,

and inside your head.

Berlin, they found her in Berlin.

That's all I know.

Okay, Okay.

File 5-1-7, access code G21-12-57.

Thank you.

But you won't find her. She's a ghost.

I will.

Yes?

Delriego is dead.

What happened?

We think it may have been an Agent.

Delriego was close to finding the girl.

Get her before he does.

He would have lived in Berlin between 1989 and 1990.

There must be taxes paid or rental records or something.

I need a name, Miss.

I don't have a name.

Look, he would've been 49, 50, um...

Blond-haired, 174 centimeters, 75 kilograms.

He's like this.

I'm sorry.

Without a name or an address,

there's nothing I can do for you.

If he is missing,

may I suggest you try the police?

The police won't help me. Why do you think I'm here?

And all you're doing is telling me what you cannot do.

You have to realize

that millions of people have lived in Berlin

over the past 25 years.

I can't be expected to sort through every

one of them for your mystery man, can I?

It's 19,467,000.

62.2% Slavic origin, 49.2% male.

1.2% between the ages of 49 to 50.

That's 71,291.

That's something, isn't it?

There's nothing I can do to help you, miss.

Okay.

Who is he?

This man you have to find.

Who is he to you?

I don't know.

To or from?

Everybody who comes in here is running.

Either to something or from it.

I see a lot like you. Runners.

They come to me thinking a new passport means a new life.

This is no good.

It's perfect. The data strip's been demagnetized.

The only place this gets me is a holding cell.

You want better, you pay more.

Or I put word out that Tobias sells bad paper.

Be careful, little girl.

This world is a dangerous place.

47, it's Diana. You have company.

Who is he?

A Syndicate asset.

Name, unknown.

Technical capacities, unknown.

He found her.

Means he's good.

You're better.

I'm sure you can handle him.

You have 48 hours to terminate both targets.

Sorry.

You do know that stealing is a crime, don't you, Katia?

That is your name, isn't it? Katia van Dees?

- My German's not... - Are you some kind of cop?

- No. - How do you know my name?

I'm John. John Smith.

I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee.

I'm not interested.

How about in living?

Are you interested in that?

Walk away or I'll scream.

He won't care.

He's here to kill you, Katia.

And I'm here to stop him.

I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but look at him.

Look at how he moves.

Look at the shadows under his coat.

Look at his eyes and tell me that I'm lying.

Why would anyone want to kill me?

For the same reason you're trying to

look for someone you can't find.

The man I'm looking for, do you know where he is?

No, but you do.

What do I have to do?

There's a maintenance door, the north end of the track, one level down.

It's been unlocked for us. We're gonna head there now.

Go through the corridor up the stairs to the back alley.

There'll be a car waiting for us there.

Run!

Move.

Franco, we're coming your way.

Hurry! Hurry!

Where's the Agent?

He's right behind us! Move! Move! Move!

Katia, are you hit?

Who the fuck are you people?

Calm down, Katia! You're safe.

We've been sent to protect...

I work for a corporation called Syndicate International,

and I'm here to protect you.

From who?

His name is 47, and he's an Agent.

And right now the only thing standing between you and him, is me.

If you don't do everything I say, everything,

he will kill you.

Let's go!

We'll be safe here.

Can I see some ID, please?

Bags out and open, please.

Drop your weapon!

On the ground! Hands where I can seem 'em!

- Don't move! - Get them cuffed!

Come on with me. Let's go. Grab that bag.

Let's go!

Miss van Dees, is it?

You mind telling me why you're here?

'Cause your friend in there wouldn't talk.

He's not my friend. I don't know who he is.

All right. Maybe we can start with

why he discharged a firearm in front of my embassy.

Someone's trying...

I think someone's trying to kill me.

John was trying to help me.

Does this someone have a name?

Is something wrong, Miss van Dees?

Miss van Dees!

He's coming.

Shit.

Freeze!

Hands in the air!

Sanders.

Blaser R93 LRS2.

Custom configured right-hand twist.

4-24x50 sniper scope, and...

...hair trigger.