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When I was 10, my father put a bullet
in my mother's heart...
:00:44
...rattled off some cryptic shit
about the rent being due...
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...and then he put a slug in his own head.
:00:49
With that level
of Jackson-family-on-crack-type dysfunction...
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...it's no wonder I turned out the way I did.
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My name is Malik Bishop
and I'm a professional hit man.
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Until a month ago,
I was the hardest, coldest bastard...
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...to screw a silencer on a pistol.
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I know what you're thinking:
"What kind of a moral existence is that?
:01:15
"Professional hit man."
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The way I see it, the world is full of people that,
quite frankly, we all could do without.
:01:21
Some will argue that I'm one of them,
but I digress.
:01:24
I would say that I was a custodian
of anthropological refuse.
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Meaning, I kill motherfuckers that are worthless.
:01:31
Which leads me to my current dilemma.
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That's my target, Cynda Griffie.
Kind of cute, huh?
:01:39
So, check this: 7:00 a.m.,
she does 30 minutes on the treadmill...
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...followed by yoga, then a hot bath.
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Me? I do 30 minutes of shadowboxing
followed by calisthenics...
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...watching her take a hot bath.
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You can see by now that I'm one of those,
what you call, complex black men.
:01:56
Yeah, that's right, I'm complex.
But don't get it twisted.