Take Cover

Do you believe in God?

Fuck you.

No, for real.

I'm completely serious.

Yeah, as am I. Fuck you.

Come on. It's been three fucking days.

I need some entertainment.

Okay, well, why don't you do your usual

and blather on about gorgeous babes in hot tubs

with their tits out and all that shit?

Oh, yeah, right.

'Cause that's the very thing I want to do

while lying next to you;

envision nude women to the point of arousal.

God, I knew you were gonna make it weird.

You always have to make it weird.

I didn't make it weird.

I'm just noting the weirdness

in your suggestion, that's all.

Okay, fine.

Let's talk about, I don't know, baseball or something.

Oh, baseball's boring as fuck.

What?

I'm gonna have to pretend you did not say that.

The only thing more boring about baseball

is guys talking about baseball.

How are we even friends?

Ah, random bunk mates.

Luck of the draw.

Yeah, well, I don't believe in luck.

But you do believe in God?

Jesus Christ...

Why can't we talk about this, huh?

Do you believe in God?

I don't know.

That's why I'm asking.

I'm just wondering about it all, I guess.

All right. Okay.

And when did this happen?

Was it when you were up to your chin

in tits and asses in some whorehouse or something?

Oh, yeah, baby.

That'll be Bangkok.

So what?

You just don't think about this shit?

What? God and shit.

No.

Why are you interested in this all of a sudden?

It's natural to wonder about the job.

I know you don't.

No. You want to know why?

Because it's...

Counterproductive.

You're an...

asshole.

Of course I am.

So, uh what do you think happens after we die?

Nothing happens.

Nothing?

No. You're alive, then you're dead.

That's it.

So you believe in nothing?

No, that's not what I said.

I'm pretty sure that's exactly what you just said.

No, no, no. I didn't say that.

What I said was nothing happens after we die.

Ah, so, what is it?

You do or you don't believe?

Pick one.

Remember what our instructor said

when somebody hands you a weapon

and claims it's not loaded?

Ah, verify then trust?

There you go.

That's my take on God.

Still waiting for verification.

Yeah. I hear that.

But I do wonder sometimes.

Oh, hello, we've got movement.

Okay, black SUV.

I see you, motherfucker.

You sure this is our guy?

The picture looks different,

like he's lost a lotta weight.

Yeah, it's him. Positive.

I think you might be right.

Showtime.

Those are fucking mercs.

This prick brought his own private army.

How's it look?

We've got a lot of eyes on this.

But, yeah, it's doable.

Oh, hello.

Woo hoo!

Oh, shit. Oh, my God.

That must be his newest toy.

You think she's a pro?

I'm sure she's just with him

because of his winning personality, don't you?

How much do you think she costs?

More than we make.

Well, that's not hard.

Slight northwest breeze.

three miles per.

Ah, 2.6 clicks.

Copy that. Zoning in.

Come on, Sam.

This might be our only chance.

Our only chance.

Fuck! Shit!

Fucking killed her!

No, you didn't.

I still see her breathing.

You still have a shot. Focus.

Look... You see that?

He's not leaving her.

She's not just a fucking hooker.

Focus on the job at hand.

Focus.

Shots fired!

Breathe. Take the shot, Sam!

Kill them!

Goddamn it, you have to take the-

Shots fired. Man down.

Bingo. That's a confirmed kill.

You see that?

She looked right at me.

Fine, fine.

But tell me about it later, yeah?

Hey! Don't move!

Oh, fuck.

Go, go, go!

Oh, shit.

We're fucked. We're fucked.

Alright, remember Beirut?

We can do it again.

We just need to find some sheets.

There's no sheets up here, bro.

And Beirut didn't work.

It would have if it was silk sheets.

Look, I broke my ankle.

This is twice as high.

Bullshit. Find another way.

Oh, okay. Okay.

We'll take the hard way.

Hey, on me.

Hey, hey, hey. Back, back.

Against the wall.

Against the wall. Move.

Shh, shh. Quiet.

Sam. Contact.

Come on.

Drop 'em.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Go!

Hands up!

Take it easy.

Hold on ladies.

We give up.

Any thoughts?

Besides we're fucked?

Slow. Slow.

Hey, what took so long? Come on.

What the hell are we doing up here, Ken?

Where are you taking us?

Just trust me on this one, okay?

Oh, no. No.

Hey, hey, call this a leap of faith.

I told you Beirut would have worked.

Ah.

It was a good kill, Sam.

That woman, she was breathing.

I saw it.

And even if she wasn't,

she was lip locking with an arms dealing terrorist.

The guy was a shit-bird deluxe.

Yeah?

Then why would she throw herself in front of a bullet

to save the man, Ken?

Why would she do that?

Maybe she didn't.

Maybe she slipped.

She didn't slip, okay.

She was looking right at me.

She saw what I was about to do, and then...

She wouldn't know what she was looking at.

She's a hooker, a high priced one but-

Look, she threw herself in front of a bullet

to protect him.

Now, if he was such a terrible person,

why would she do that?

It doesn't matter. It was a good kill.

That's what we do. - Yeah, good kill.

I heard you the first time.

So you keep saying.

Look, if he was a solid, upstanding citizen,

he would have never been a target in the first place.

If she didn't want to catch a bullet,

she shouldn't have been in fucking bed with him.

He's dirty.