Victor Maynardis a top professional killer who is about to retire and is experiencing a mid-life crisis. He has been alone in his middle-aged life, living a monotonous and rigid life, and has never tasted love. taste. And his domineering motherhas been forcing him to find a woman to inherit the family, so as to "inherit the killer gene in the family's blood." Once, Victor was hired by gang boss Fergusonto kill a professional liar Rosewho cheated him a lot of money with fake famous paintings , but Victor was in In the process of waiting for an opportunity to start, he developed inexplicable feelings for the beautiful and enthusiastic Rose, let go of her life at the critical moment, and did not consciously assume the role of her protector. In the process, they met Tony, a young man who works odd jobs in the parking lot . Tony is a reckless optimistic orphan, who is eager to change his haunting life. Under the circumstances, Tony made mistakes. Thinking that Victor was a private detective, he threw himself into the ground and worshipped Victor as his teacher. After discovering that Victor had failed to fulfill his mission, Ferguson sent the "second best" killer in the industryto continue the task of killing Rose. By the way, he would "break the contract". Victor's apprentice also ended up dropping. Victor, Rose and Tony, three unrelated people, had to go on a desperate journey together
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Wild Target movie plot
2022-01-09 08:02
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Wild Target quotes
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Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.
Victor Maynard: What smell?
Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.
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Fabian: My name is Fabian, and I would like you to recommend to me someone who could paint something like this.
[uncovers painting]
Fabian: Who did this?
Artist: [surprised] Rembrandt.
Fabian: Who?
Artist: Rembrandt.
Fabian: Give me his address. Now.
Artist: He's dead.
Fabian: Dead? When?
Artist: 300 years ago.