Bangkok Dangerous Monologues

A hitman who's in Bangkok to pull off a series of jobs violates his personal code when he falls for a local woman and bonds with his errand boy.

Where there's money, there's competition and the guy paying me usually wins.

You stay invisible too long, the human race starts to look like another species. So you venture out. You observe. And then you return to your invisible world. Like a ghost.

When the nightmare becomes real, you don't hesitate. You don't think, you just run. Anyone in the way goes down. It's pretty simple. You are the target now. Leave the country, or you are going to die.

My job takes me to a lot of places. It's got its down sides: I sleep alone. I eat alone. I'm used to it, though. I'd like to meet someone. But it's tough when you live out of a suitcase. I go where I'm told... do what I'm told. I shouldn't complain. The work is steady. The money's good. But it's not for everyone.

My name is Joe. This is what I do.

Bangkok. It's corrupt, dirty and dense.

All my clients have one thing in common: they feed off the people. There's big money in misery. Where there's money, there's competition, and the guy paying me usually wins.

Now you have two. You answer whenever it rings. If I call and you don't answer, you don't get paid. Time is very important. If I tell you to be somewhere and you are a minute late, you don't get paid. Understand?

Why didn't I kill him? Maybe it's because - and this is strange - somehow, when I looked in his eyes, I saw myself. So I became his teacher.

Political assassination wasn't in the contract. So, there were two ways to go: refuse the job and walk away now. Or, do the job and walk away rich.

The truth is, almost anyone can take out a politician. That's not the hard part. The hard part is getting away with it.