Accident Man Page #4

Then they slashed her up indiscriminately...

...to hide the needle marks...

...and littered the scene

with hair and skin samples...

...from a couple of recently OD'd smackheads.

This hit's got

Mick and Mac written all over it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You f***ing bastards.

Hey, Mikey.

- What you doing here, man?

- Heavy night last night, was it?

Look at the state of him.

You don't look too happy, Mike. What's up?

Why don't you take a wild guess?

Beth Carpenter found dead.

Raped. Mutilated.

Ring any bells?

- Sorry for your loss, man.

- MAC:
Yeah.

Sorry, man.

Toxicology report shows traces

of sodium thiopental in her bloodstream...

...prescribed by some quack she never

mentioned for a phobia she never had.

But I happen to know for a fact

that you two swear by thiopental.

Yeah, so? What are you trying to say, Mike?

So seeing as Beth was pregnant,

there's no way on earth...

...she'd risk endangering that baby

by taking thiopental willingly.

It was you two, wasn't it?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- MICK:
Hey.

It's all right, Mac.

He ain't stupid.

Okay, you got us.

But, Mike, it was just business.

- Business.

- MICK:
Come on. What's the big deal?

- She wasn't your girl anymore.

- You said you were over that dyke.

You call her a dyke one more f***ing time...

Mike. Mike.

Now, you need to step the f*** off.

We don't want to hurt you.

We were doing our jobs, just like

you done a hundred times before.

So stop acting like a little b*tch

and go home...

- ...and watch some goddamn cartoons.

- MAC:
Yeah.

I don't think the odds are

in your favor anyway.

Just like they weren't for that dyke.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MICK GROANS]

[MAC SCREAMS]

MIKE:
Sh*t, these boys are good.

Best-trained soldiers in the world, bar none.

But I'm not an army man.

And to me, these moves are predictable.

F***.

[GROANS]

Okay, okay, okay, Mike.

What's the big deal?

Why do you care so goddamn much?

She was pregnant, Mick!

All right?

We didn't know that sh*t.

Okay, all right.

If it means anything to you,

she didn't feel anything.

That wasn't even our sperm.

We found two crackheads.

We made them jerk off into a turkey

baster. We took that turkey baster...

Shut the f*** up.

Mike, Mike, listen.

If it makes you feel any better,

you can kill my wife.

She's been doing

my f***ing head in for years.

Mike, was that sh*t necessary?

- Can you just try to be professional?

- Who's the client?

- You know we never know that sh*t.

- Who gave you the brief? Milton?

- Of course it was Milton.

- Ahh.

Mike, it was a standard kill brief.

This was just business.

And besides, you was already done

with the b*tch...

You were already done with the young lady.

Mike.

You lucky I like you, man.

Do yourselves a favor, right?

Stay the f*** away from me.

The both of you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MIKE:
Mick and Mac are right.

They may have been the triggers,

but they didn't point the gun.

I need to find out

who ordered Beth's hit and why.

And only that little runt Milton

can tell me that.

RAY:
Not here, Mike.

You're in danger of f***ing up, my boy.

How's that?

Read the sign.

Take a seat.

Where is that little f***ing weasel?

Never you mind about Milton.

I've just had a phone call.

From Mick.

He's at the doc's.

Mac's getting his jaw wired.

Feel free to jump in at any time

and explain yourself.

You seem pretty unscathed.

Well, I don't bruise easy.

You never did.

It's never personal. You know that.

Mick and Mac had a job to do,

and they f***ing did it.

All right? No questions asked.

Milton hired them to take out Beth.

Why did no one consult me about this?

- Did you know?

- No.

I'm just finding out about this

10 minutes ago.

I'm far from happy about it.

But if you've got a problem with this firm,

you come and talk to me first.

How many times have I told you

not to get involved?

She was pregnant, Ray.

The kid was mine.

Well...

...there's a word for that.

"Bollocks."

It's not as if you two were playing

happy families, now, was it?

You stop this right now.

What about Milton?

Two days ago, he sends me

on some dodgy back-alley money drop.

Turned out to be a f***ing setup.

Do you know about that?

- No.

- He's up to something, Ray.

He's working an angle way below your radar.

You're too f***ing trusting to see it.

Who's the client?

Look, I'm gonna find out.

You might as well tell...

You listen to me.

There are certain things

about this business...

...that we must always respect...

...whether we like it or not.

We do not ask questions about the client.

Never.

It's about time things changed around here.

Don't you disrespect me, boy!

Now, you and I go back a long way, Mike.

I know you're hurting.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

But you get your sh*t together...

...and you get back onboard.

Are we cool?

MIKE:
Not a lot of people know about...

...Big Ray's secret boom stick

beneath the bar.

He wouldn't hesitate to blow me in two...

...should I decide

to take this to the next level.

Yeah, we're cool.

Now, I normally wouldn't

take sh*t from anyone.

But I can't risk being barred from the Oasis.

In my line of work, that'd be tantamount

to a death sentence.

And like Ray said, we go back a long way.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

When I was 15 years old, life was sh*t.

I had the loneliest, most underpaid,

thankless job on the planet.

The paperboy.

# Stop dreaming of the quiet life #

# 'Cause it's the one

We'll never know #

# And quit running for

That runaway bus #

# 'Cause those rosy days are few #

# And stop apologizing

For the things you've never done #

# 'Cause time is short and life is cruel #

MIKE:
People call it bullying.

I call it getting the sh*t kicked out of you

by a gang of little wankers.

Their leader, Romeo,

the biggest bully of them all.

[GROANS]

- Give us a quid.

- I haven't got any money.

- Give us a quid!

- Oh!

- Hurry up!

- MAN:
Come on, Fallon.

# Hanging out their old love letters #

# On the line to dry #

# It's enough

To make you stop believing #

MIKE:
These beatings turned

into a daily occurrence.

I found myself running

the gauntlet of chavs...

...instead of doing my paper round.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

# Struggle after struggle #

# Year after year #

# The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice #

# I'm almost stone cold dead #

# In a town called Malice ##

We're gonna get you, Fallon!

I know where he's going. Hurry.

Go, go, go.

MIKE:
Nothing like some premium

hedge-hopping to escape a beating.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLATTERING]

What was this guy doing?

From his entrance strategy, I was

pretty sure he wasn't the gas man.

- ROMEO:
Right, there he is.

- MAN:
Oh, look who it is.

Are you going to f***ing run again?

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

[ALL SCREAMING AND SHOUTING]

MAN:
All right, mate?

Now, I don't know what I was thinking,

but I followed him.

Who was this guy?

Was he responsible for that explosion?

For killing someone?

I stalked him for weeks...

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