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Failing to kill anymore because of his conscience, a troubled hit-man seeks aid from a forger to help him get papers to China. However, the drug-lord has hired replacements to finish the job and kill the hit-man.
Wei: The boy will die. John Lee: Not in your lifetime. [shoots Mr. Wei]
[John Lee points his gun at the back of Collins head, and Collins realizes his time is up] Collins: Checkmate.
John Lee: I'll need guns.
Meg Coburn: So you didn't want to kill a kid. Welcome to the human race.
John Lee: You're safer with me. Meg Coburn: Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't. John Lee: [drawing his pistol] It's not an option. Meg Coburn: And what happens when I tell you to go fuck yourself? [John cocks his pistol] Meg Coburn: O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.
Wei: Do not confuse luck with skill.
Meg Coburn: [Holding gun to John's head] Now what the fuck did you get me into with Terence Wei? John Lee: He's my patron. Meg Coburn: Patron? John Lee: He made it possible for me to come here. Meg Coburn: What does he, sponsor you to play the violin? John Lee: ...in exchange for... services. Meg Coburn: What a nice way of saying you kill people.
John Lee: My father taught me how to shoot. Meg Coburn: Playing catch is so impersonal.
[Kogan is stalking Meg] Michael Kogan: I'm gonna find you. But you could save me time and put a bullet in your head. If the positions were reversed, I'd do the same for you. [he becomes distracted, then she appears behind him] Meg Coburn: Are you? Michael Kogan: Excuse me? Meg Coburn: Gonna put a bullet in your head, now that our positions are reversed? Michael Kogan: [attempts to laugh] Meg, it doesn't... [he wheels around, she shoots him dead] Meg Coburn: I didn't think so.
John Lee: It will be the last death I cause.
Meg Coburn: You know, you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble just by doing that third job. John Lee: It was wrong. Mr. Wei was taking revenge. A man named Zedkov killed his son. Meg Coburn: Zedkov? Jesus Christ. You're getting yourself killed for a cop? John Lee: Not a cop. His son. Meg Coburn: What? John Lee: A seven-year-old boy. Meg Coburn: Why? John Lee: That's how Mr. Wei *deals* with his enemies. Through their families.
Meg Coburn: Smile, and say "Flight from prosecution."
Meg Coburn: Hostage etiquette: kidnapper pays the incidentals.
Stan 'Zeedo' Zedkov: You're not under arrest, Meg, which means you have no right to an attorney. Meg Coburn: It also means I can walk out the fucking door.