Amy?
Bring your ass over here.
Amy? I'm talking to you.
You've been fighting again?
I told you, girl. One day you're gonna get it bad.
Fuck you, you are not my father.
-Don't touch me. -You fucking bit...
We'll talk later.
I'm Laurence.
I've come to see you.
And who are you?
I'm here because I want to help you.
Does it look like I need help?
I guess you feel like the world's against you right now.
So you'll rat to the cops when I'm done with him?
You're angry. I know that.
-What do you know? -I've been there.
But I know a place where people like us belong.
Question is,
how far are you willing to go?
I guess you remember Laurence?
She's my personal assistant.
I'm glad your exam was a success.
Show her the place.
Follow me.
Hey.
Welcome to your new home.
These lead to the North wing, where the canteen is.
The rules are simple.
No phones, no Internet access, no improvised nights out.
No comrades here,
only brothers and sisters.
That's why we call him "The Father".
-What's his real name? -No one knows, including me.
You will be on the rooftop every morning
for your training session at 7:00 a.m.
No delays allowed.
And uniform is mandatory.
Am I clear?
Good.
-Who do you have here? -A new recruit.
Your name, spy?
Silence. I like silence.
My name is Michael. You can call me Mike.
Mike teaches firearms.
Listen up, guys. This is your new sister.
Guys?
She'll be sharing you room with you from now on.
So be nice to her. Put the uniform on.
You are expected in five at the pool.
Here you go.
Don't take it personally. He never talks.
-I'm Ethan. -Ethan, shut up.
-And this is my brother, Dane. -And, I'm Amy.
Nice to meet you.
-Hi. -Hi.
That's my bed.
-Oh, sorry, I didn't know. -Yeah.
What's your problem? I said I'm sorry.
I don't give a fuck. Don't touch my shit again.
-Or what? -Try me.
Whoa, Hannah, calm down.
It's okay. We have to go now, anyway.
Quiet!
Corruption. Drugs. Murder.
Those evils have broken your lives.
The Courtyard has chosen you
for your potential.
Once you'll exit this school, you'll be Courtyard agents,
ready to serve the Government and fight for the common good.
No one knows about us.
This organisation doesn't officially exist.
We operate in the dark,
ready to strike at the least expected moment.
That's why we're strong.
But that strength comes with a price.
Quitting is not an option.
Once you're here, there is no turning back.
To become a Courtyard agent,
you'll have to surpass yourself.
One...
Make one with your weapons.
One, two, three, hut.
Fire!
Switch.
And when you'll feel exhausted,
it will be only the beginning of your suffering.
You're kids.
No one expects you to be a threat.
You can say goodbye to your old self.
Right now.
One, two, three, hut.
One, two, three.
Hut, one, two, three.
Surprise will be your strength.
Because at the end of this training,
either you will be killers,
or you will be dead.
Seriously? There's cameras everywhere.
Relax. I know where they are. We're in a dead angle.
Still you shouldn't smoke that shit.
Sorry, mummy, it's the last one, I promise.
If Laurence finds out that you have that--
Well, she won't.
When I lived at the center with Ethan,
I managed to sneak guns inside.
All right? Believe me, she'll never know.
-You lived in the Center? -Yeah.
Wasn't actually that bad.
But nothing was beautiful there, you know.
Unlike here.
There you guys are.
What's up?
Nothing. We were just talking.
Hey, dumbass, move, quick.
The cameras freak. Get in the dead angle now.
-Don't talk to him like that. -Yeah, why not?
Because, I'm thinking, you know. How is he even here?
How can a retard be a killer?
You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
Relax, man, relax.
Dane, Dane, stop, okay?
She'll just gonna go cry to her mommy and daddy.
I'm sorry, I forgot, they're dead. Suicide, right?
Don't talk about my parents.
Bedtime. Lights off in five.
Come on, guys, we gotta go.