Beautiful Creatures Page #5

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Jesus!

It looks like you've just killed | your hostage...

...which is a pretty fundamental error.

Now, miss, would you please not stand | in front of the window.

- What? | - Do as you're told.

Step away from the window | and you won't get hurt.

Come on now.

I'm a detective inspector with | the Eastern District Regional Constabulary.

You thieving b*tch! That's my golf clubs!

No one fucks with Ronnie McMinn.

Ronnie, f*** you.

Oh, Jesus!

I saved your life there, mister. | And I have to tell you...

...this whole thing was dreamt up | by that b*tch there...

...and her pal...

No one...

...least of all a f***ing filthy creature | like you...

...or your dimwit pal...

...fucks with Ronnie... | - Petula!

McMinn.

What am I going to do about this?

There's bound to be some tools | in the boat.

There's not gonna be any tools in there, | is there?

Dorothy, get the bag.

Dorothy, open the bag!

- You've nothing smaller than a 100 note? | - No. Sorry.

2.60. I didn't charge you for | your funny-colored guide dog or blind pal.

- I'll come back with your change. | - No, that's all right. Keep the money.

It's a present from Pluto.

- Yeah.

- It is.

Really?

So does that make him dry-clean only?

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