Alleycats Page #5

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- Huh?

She chained me to the bed!

Can you please come

and get me out of here?

Hurry up!

- I can't believe you've let her go.

- Yeah, yeah, I let her go.

She f***ing tied me up! Can you help me?

Jesus.

- Let me have a look.

- Yeah, it's really f***ing sore.

I bet it is. Hold on. Come on, pull. Ok?

We gently pull together. Ok?

- Come on.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Over there.

Just leave. Leave. Get out. Go. Go!

Just leave.

Hey. What is it?

I told you to keep your head down.

Where the f*** are you?

Why? What's happened?

What's happened now?

I'm not giving those blackmailing

bastards another penny.

Are you drunk?

You better not be with anyone.

Putain, mais il est teb ou quoi lui?

Spare me your gutter French.

Alright.

Sober up and go back to your family.

I'm hoping

we won't have to make the drop

but I don't need you

making any more mess-ups.

I'm still trying to clean up this one!

What?

Hey. Hey!

Come back here, you little sh*t!

Oh, stop, stop, please, no... f***.

Oh, that French f***, man.

He can't get to her.

- What did you say?

- I have to f***ing get out of here.

- What did you say?

- I have to f***ing get out of here.

No, you said, "If that French f*** gets

to her." How do you know he's French?

What? Danni told me.

No, Danni didn't tell you cos I didn't

tell Danni he was f***ing French.

- What the f***...?

- So how did you know he was French?

- Danni heard it.

- No, no, no, no!

- No, no, no!

- You are delusional. F***ing crazy!

Stop talking!

You just said, "that French f***."

Now, how do you know he's French?

You're lying to me, Jake!

- I'm not f***ing lying.

- You're f***ing lying to me!

Look at me, you little prick.

Look at me. Look at me!

- Get your f***ing hands off me.

- No! You're f***ing lying to me!

You've seen the f***ing footage,

haven't you? Haven't you?

You piece of sh*t.

That's it, I'm calling the cops.

I'm calling the cops right now.

You're f***ed, mate.

You're well and truly f***ed.

Get up.

Everything was gonna be fine!

Everything was gonna be f***ing fine!

You had to open your f***ing mouth!

Get up.

Get up. Get the f*** up!

Sarah's dead.

Yates killed her.

I didn't want this.

I didn't f***ing want this.

Kill me.

Kill me.

Jake! George. Oh, my god.

Come on, George. George!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, god.

Yeah, I'm sorry you had to see this.

Oh, and by the way...

Yeah. You don't got Yates.

You bastard. What have you done?

Please, it's been a long week.

This is amateur hour.

Our blackmailer did this, I suppose.

Whoever that is.

Do you know who he is?

- No, I don't.

- No?

Right. Well, either way, I'm gonna need

your phone and the photo

and the necklace you took.

- Come on, then.

- Ok, here's what's going to happen.

You're gonna help me

catch this son of a b*tch.

- Why should I?

- They're using your alleycat race

to cover their tracks

when they pick up the money.

- Catch him yourself.

- I would.

But they would ditch any tracers I use

and lose me in traffic.

I need someone who can go where they go,

someone like you.

- You killed my brother. F*** you!

- Yes. Yes, I did.

But I got two very good reasons

why you're gonna do what I say.

First, you wanna catch this a**hole too.

And second, if you don't,

I'm gonna pin this on you.

- They'd never believe you.

- No, of course not.

Grieving unstable girl

with a questionable past

who'd been obsessing to her friends

about the biker who killed her brother.

Same biker who winds up dead,

with his brains smashed in.

Prints all over the murder weapon.

Well, good thing is you didn't make

any threats in front of the police.

Oh, does having contacts in the police

count as reason three?

F*** you.

Huh. I'm gonna

make it very clear for you.

If you don't do what I say, I'm gonna

kill you and still pin this on you. Ok?

I'm at the race now.

It's gonna start soon.

Alright, get ready. They'll be carrying

a red bag with the camera in it.

No bags, no entry.

- It looks like everyone has a red bag.

- They're using the bags as a diversion.

So remember, all you gotta do,

you blood-sucking freaks,

is get the tokens from the checkpoints,

pick 'em up, bag 'em up,

get across the finish line.

Ah, could have made an effort. Lame!

- Sid, where's Jake?

- Here's your bag.

I don't f***in' know, ask Trix.

Break a leg, Danni.

You lose your bag, you out!

And whichever one of you maniacs gets

all the three tokens

over the line first, gets...

Five thousand!

- Let the best rider win!

- Yeah!

Yeah... motherfuckers!

- We're going.

- Don't get too far behind.

Remember, the money bag is in the bin

opposite the first checkpoint.

Los cinco, cuatro,

tres, dos, uno!

Motherf***er!

Get out!

Whoo!

You're almost there. I'll direct you

once you've picked up the bag.

- Have you spotted them yet?

- Nothing yet.

Watch it. Prick!

- Watch it!

- Whoa!

First thing he'll do

is ditch the tracer.

You let me know where he goes.

- Don't get clever, ok?

- Whatever you say.

There you go. Oxford square.

Oxford square.

F***, my chain.

- What you doin'?

- Get out the way, Jake.

What you doin'? What you doin'?

What the f*** are you doing?!

You're dead!

I can still see you, b*tch.

It don't matter where you go,

I'm gonna find you

and I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

F*** you!

- Give me the bag!

- F*** you!

I didn't want any of this to happen!

But this is the best way

to get back at Yates!

He was your friend. Your best friend!

Chris knew! Chris f***ing knew!

Now drop the f***ing bag!

Sh*t.

Stop!

What are you doing, Danni?

I made a deal with them, Danni!

Look, we can sort this out.

Split the money, you and me.

And we can leave.

Chris had enough.

He wanted to get out of here.

Now you and me can get out, together.

Just come back to me, please.

This was good.

I love you.

Give me the f***ing bag!

Come here!

Where's the camera?

You're gonna pay for this.

Give me the money, Danni.

Look! Look at him!

Ah, f***.

Give me the f***ing bag!

Give me the bag.

Look what you made me do.

I need the money!

Please, give me the f***ing bag!

Is it Chris's camera?

...today, please,

can you read through all these,

proofread that,

make sure it's all happening.

- No problem.

- Excuse me. Can I help you?

- Delivery for Mr Yates.

- Oh, you better just give it to me.

It's this way, right?

Sorry, miss, you can't just walk

straight in.

Sorry, there's a young lady

here to speak to you.

Yeah, it's alright, tom,

I'll deal with this.

- Sure?

- Yeah, just close the door.

Ok.

- How much do you want?

- Nothing.

- Everybody has a price.

- My brother is dead because of you.

A girl is dead.

Her father's dead because of you.

Trust me, all the world is gonna know

what you really are, you sick f***!

All this, it's gone.

Call your wife.

Go on, call her, so she can break it

to your poor f***ing kid.

- You can't do this to me.

- You know what?

It's already done. You've got about

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