Calibre Page #3

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It's traceable back to me.

It's as good as a fingerprint, Vaughn.

I don't f***ing care.

Put the f***ing knife away.

Vaughn, think.

If they find the bodies,

they'll find the bullet

and they'll come looking for me.

It's a child, Marcus.

It's a little boy.

- Do you think I want to do this?

- No, I don't think you do.

- So put the f***ing knife away.

- I have no choice, Vaughn.

I have no choice.

Vaughn. Vaughn.

Vaughn.

F***ing leave! Move. Stay down.

Stay down, mate, please.

The sun will be up in an hour.

We go back, stay for a couple of hours.

Wait until the village wakes up.

Then make our excuses and leave.

What?

Jesus. Come on.

Try to rest.

I'll wake you in a couple of hours.

Christ. I must have passed out.

It's midday, Marcus.

No harm done. We just pack our bags

and we get out of here.

Come on, man.

This is it.

Give me that f***ing knife.

Something's happening.

There's people at the jeep.

Hey. What's going on?

Whoa. Hey.

Tell me what you did.

Tell me what you did.

What the hell's going on?

- F***ing f***er!

- Away from him, for Christ's sake!

- What are you doing?

- F***ing bastard.

Tell him what you did. Tell him

what you did. You know what he did?

He f***ed Kara.

Gave her cocaine.

Filled her with the stuff.

Hey, let him go. Let him go.

Let him go.

Get away, alright? I'll deal with this.

I'll deal with this.

I'll deal with this, alright?

You're a boss, little brother.

I don't wanna hear another word

about cocaine. Do you understand?

Frank will take care of this.

Get the jeep over to the garage.

Bring a truck over, Granty,

and the A-frame.

Take the sex pest with you.

So, will we look at the damage?

Cannae say I didnae warn you.

That's bad.

And that one's slashed too.

They're both f***ed.

What the f*** are we gonna do?

That stuff's in the boot.

We need to get it out.

There's blood on the shirt.

We need to get a car.

And we need to get rid of it, and

we can't get rid of it near the village.

That second tyre, mate,

isn't gonna be cheap.

Can I get the keys? Just meant

to grab our stuff out the boot.

Where's the sex pest? Lazy f***.

Granty, check that spare for me.

Here you go. Can we get it today, like?

Hmm.

It'll cost you extra.

550, including labour.

Okay.

Okay, send it up.

- Do you have a car we could use?

- Nope.

We just wanted to get

some last-minute stalking in.

Well, you probably blew

your chances of that

when you fed somebody's daughter full of coke.

There'll not be a queue of people lining up round here

to do you any favors, pal.

- Where the f*** have you been?

- Give it a f***ing rest, will you?

- Do you need me this afternoon?

- No.

I'll make do with that useless bastard.

Get your f***ing rags on.

Pete might take you out in his taxi.

I think he's in the Stag's.

I'll get you over there, point him out.

- Sounds good.

- Jeep'll be ready tomorrow.

For 550, you can finish it today.

For 550,

I'll finish it when I f***ing like.

No f***ing way, Al.

He doesn't look good.

Pete, these guys are wanting a taxi.

Then I'm your man.

Let's go.

Sit down, you silly sod.

You're steaming.

- No, it's fine. Sorry, sorry.

- Sit down, man. Sit down.

Thank you, though.

Follow me, lads. Come on.

Take a seat over there.

Go on. I just want a chat with you.

Sit down.

There you go, boys. On the house.

Now, these pints are for you

by way of an apology.

An apology for messing up your car

and your stupid face.

Brian.

Even though you f***ed my best mate's

daughter and gave her cocaine.

Sounds fair.

Sounds fair that I should apologize

to these arseholes

'cause Logan says one is due.

'Cause this twat here

is gonna bring investment in.

- That's enough, Brian.

- No, it's not enough.

Investments. Grants.

Shite, the lot of it.

And f***ing embarrassing.

Begging to city twats like this

when we all know what should be done!

Facing up to how f***ed we are

and doing whatever's necessary

to look out for ourselves.

Whatever's necessary.

Like folk used to.

'Cause nae other bastards will.

But Logan calls the shots

and apparently you do too, so...

I'll apologize.

I'm sorry, my friend.

And I'm sorry to you too, pal.

- I'm sorry.

- Am I f***!

F***ing...

Take your f***ing hands off me.

I'm going anyway.

- F***.

- Better get yourself cleaned up.

F***.

I'm sorry about this.

- No, it's fine.

- Just finish your pint, huh?

Yeah.

Some day.

It's Kara, you know.

She stirs everything up.

Hmm.

You know Brian's not alone

in his way of thinking.

Well, they're wrong.

Let's not go down that road.

I'm just saying. People are wound tight.

Logan needs to stay canny.

- Where is he, anyway?

- He's out. Looking for Sammy.

What's the story with that?

Oh, they went camping supposedly.

Due in last night.

Mary's not heard from them.

She's a bit concerned.

Logan's nephew and brother-in-law.

Oh, right.

Logan'll find him. You know

how he dotes on that little 'un.

It'll likely be nothing.

- Are youse okay?

- Logan's nephew's missing.

Camping in the woods.

Oh, right.

- And when were they due back?

- They?

Well, he didn't go alone, did he?

Why not?

- An 11-year-old on his own?

- He doesn't know what age he is.

Well, no, I just remembered

Logan mentioning something, didn't he?

Yeah.

Sorry. I just assumed.

- So when's the bonfire?

- It's at seven.

- Right.

- Yeah, we should make a move.

- Yeah.

- Let's make a move, then.

- Leaving already?

- Probably best.

You needn't worry about Brian.

He won't try anything again.

No, we've had a rough day, and I...

But thank you so much.

And it's my round, so here.

- Oh.

- Get a drink on me.

Thank you so much, though.

Have a great day.

Sorry.

Thanks very much for the drinks.

Thank you.

- Get rid of it.

- Where?

I don't care, man. Just get rid of it.

Marcus, it's their f***ing relatives.

Just get rid of it.

They could start searching those woods

any minute.

There's miles of forest.

We just have to keep our nerve.

What about the boy?

Just hope he stays quiet.

It's getting to me.

Vaughn...

Everything I did here...

I did it to protect us.

Every decision I made,

I made it from my gut.

And if we were in those woods,

you'd make the same decisions for me.

Am I right?

We were wrong. We were wrong.

And we're gonna pay for it

because we should have just told them.

Then go and tell them. Go and tell them.

They will rip you to pieces, Vaughn.

Everything I did here

I did to protect you.

And you're telling me I was wrong.

You know you are, Marcus.

Otherwise you wouldn't ask.

Alright? What you doing up here?

Just... Just having a drink.

Well, get yourselves down there

for Christ's sakes.

It's Alban Eiler.

People are expecting you.

I think it's probably best

if we just stay in here tonight.

It's festival night.

Get yourself down there.

Yeah, of course, yeah.

We'll be there in two secs.

Okay. See you down there.

See you.

- Help yourself, man.

- Thank you.

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