Beautiful Creatures Page #4

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Get out...

...or I'll stab you, I honestly will. | - Where'd you get one of them?

Jesus.

Listen.

I'm not well. I'm sick, doll.

I didn't know that was in there, darling. | Don't get upset at me.

There's something in my golf bag I need.

Make me feel better, doll.

I'm feeling shite.

And then I'll be out of here. | You know me, babe.

I'll get my gear and mellow out | and vamoose, babe.

You get it and you get out.

See?

My stash, doll.

And my works. | 'Cause I need my stash, eh?

I need my gun.

Now what the f*** | is f***ing going on here?

I'm asking you right now.

What the f*** were you doing | with my underpants?

There's no way | you can describe these as cheesy.

These are as fresh as a newborn daisy.

Pluto, my baby. Come to bed.

Pluto, no. No!

Now put the knife down...

...or I'll shoot Scooby-Doo here, | right in the middle of his face.

So what's the score then?

Who's the poor bastard out in the cold?

- He's my boyfriend. | - Who killed him?

Well, he was beating me up | and Dorothy came and rescued me.

Nobody meant to kill anybody.

That makes it okay, then, does it?

Some poor f***er | goes down that f***ing tunnel...

...and it's okay by you pair | 'cause it was only an accident.

How come he's not buried in a grave, | in a f***ing cemetery, if it's hunky-dory?

- We were going to phone the authorities. | - Don't you patronize me.

I'll cut your face off.

He's been kidnapped.

I heard you just now.

So how much is your stiff worth?

If you lie to me, | I'll hurt the dog really badly.

- Tony, it's not... | - 1 million.

You're kidding.

That's enough for all three of us | to play with, isn't it, girls?

Now then...

...come and sit down next to me.

Hit me with some of that...

...really fabby gear out of my golf bag.

Your friend is gorgeous, by the way.

Have you pair got a wee thing going?

That would be...

...rather nice.

- Do yourself. | - No, Tony, please.

Do yourself...

...or I'll shoot the dog in the face | with my golf gun.

Look at her.

A former connoisseur.

The good old days, eh, Dorothy?

Now, let me be frank with you.

I'm not interested in money.

There's other things | I need more than money.

Here.

Now, I want you to take off your tights...

...and tie Dorothy's hands behind her back.

Now, Petula...

...I want you to take off your pants.

Why?

'Cause I'm gonna f*** you, gorgeous.

Then you and I are gonna watch | while Scooby-Doo fucks Dorothy.

You bastard!

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

You bastard!

One...

...two...

...three.

Leave it.

- Still here, boss? | - You got the keys for the secure room?

- What are you looking for? | - Just checking something.

I can't stay.

I have to go back to the house.

If I stay out, | the police will know something's wrong.

Can you manage?

All right, phone me in the morning, | first thing.

Tony's tied up. I have to go.

Oh, Jesus!

Wait.

Will you get my dog to the hospital?

Don't worry. I'll take care of him.

And he's not your dog.

He's my dog.

And if he dies...

...you die as well, you bad, evil bastard.

It's not my dog. | He's called Pluto or something.

Right.

How much do vets cost? Here.

Sorry, miss. You can't just...

Also, watch when you sew him up | because he's 50 percent acrylic.

I was only joking about you and Pluto.

I love you.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

I'm dying.

If you don't get me to a hospital, I'll die.

You'll be in a hospital in a couple of hours.

My arm's numb, my fingers are cold.

I'm freezing cold all over.

Just a wee bit longer.

"Don't let the bugs bite."

Remember? You used to say that.

The time you were ill | and I looked after you.

You remember?

It was you who made me ill.

Brian?

Who's there?

I could put you in the jail...

...or I could lose a little bit of weight.

Work on my tan.

Please.

I'll make you very, very happy.

Please. I'm sorry.

I'd be right in thinking I can smell blood, | gorgeous?

Blood and shampoo.

Chicks.

I've wanted one like you all my life.

You're a very lovely creature.

- The number called is switched off.

Oh, sh*t.

Back upstairs to bed.

I want you to have a nice sleep | so that you look gorgeous for Brian...

...when he comes back to get my money.

Sleep tight.

Mr. McMinn.

These gentlemen are here to see you.

Then show these gentlemen | into my office, Maureen.

Pluto!

My baby.

Thank you.

Bridges service station, please.

All right, b*tches...

...I'll drain your blood.

All right, Maureen.

I can't get over it.

- The suffering he must've gone through. | - Don't think about it. He'll be fine.

Makes me sick to my stomach.

That's a mere pittance.

2 million.

I'd pay twice this to catch these fiends.

I know.

Promise me something.

Fifteen minutes alone with them.

I'll show them what happens | when you f*** with Ronnie McMinn.

You are confident this is the best way?

I trust you.

Whenever they tell us where the drop is, | then we've got them.

The hardest part of a kidnapping | is picking up the ransom.

That's where we catch kidnappers | every single time.

Nobody's ever figured out how to collect | a bag of money without being followed.

Ninety-nine percent are apprehended | at that point.

I'm sorry.

A very peculiar phone call | from some Irish girl who says that:

"Petula has to get in that taxi outside...

...and the drop", | whatever that's supposed to mean...

"...is the Bridges service station."

Hello, Stuart.

The Bridges service station.

Carrier is en route.

is open Monday to Friday...

...10:
00 a.m. To midnight. | - Right.

That's the backup in position.

Okay?

All right, in you get.

Just hang on, driver.

- Honestly, I don't know if... | - Just do exactly what you're told.

I'll be behind you every step of the way.

What?

He's my brother. I've got to be there.

For God's sakes, | this is a very delicate business.

As you've seen, everything is up sh*t creek. | You've got to trust me.

What is going on?

Brian's dead and that f***er knows it. | I'll show him what I f***ing trust!

- Did you... | - I told her...

...he looks as if he should be at home | in his basket.

Sit.

Down!

Step away from the dog!

- Run! | - You didn't give the money to the dog?

- That's what you told me to do! | - You stupid f***ing b*tch!

Get off!

CID. This is an official crime scene.

You're officially shut till I get back. | Understood?

Go, Pluto!

Go home.

Sh*t!

I really feel that I have to say that...

...you're one of the most gorgeous | creatures I've ever set eyes on.

Here, boy. Is your daddy home, Pluto?

Looks like you've got some gear for him.

Your bad dad owes | your Uncle Aidan big time.

- The dog! | - What's with your f***ing shoving, pal?

That's a lot of gear | that dog was holding for...

Now, you junkie f***, | tell me where the dog lives!

Well done.

Come on.

Are you awake?

Hold the gun by the muzzle.

Now, throw the gun to me.

Get your hands in the air. Now!

Is that Brian McMinn in there? | Is that your hostage?

That's him.

He needs a doctor.

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