Cat Run Page #6

More than anything.

Mr Jakovic wanted me to extend

an invite to his fundraising party.

For the American

Secretary of Defense.

Ooh, a posh do. How delicious.

You know how I like to dress up.

Helen, have you ever regretted

that you and I?

It's for the best, Daniel.

We'll always have Angola.

We're bringing someone else in.

Helen's done with this.

Yeah. We have full containment.

OK.

Such a brave little girl.

Are you having fun today

with your daddy?

Helen was a good soldier.

The best. An army of one.

Do you think she took a peek

at the hard drive?

Probably not.

But I couldn't take that risk.

It's all right, Bob.

Old soldiers never die.

They just get blown away.

Hello, Bob.

Tell her you'll call her back.

Do get in.

A nod to the wise, my dear.

You only need a little dab of

Acqua di Parma behind each ear.

And I gave up on

those old trip switches years ago.

Ten-second delay. Tut tut.

Dear, oh dear.

Now, all you need to do

is answer one or two questions,

and we can wrap this up.

Otherwise, I have

a lovely soundproof basement.

I can rig up a saline drip,

and we can make it last a

couple of crispy, crunchy weeks.

And after that, I'll go and find

that lovely daughter of yours, in...

Where is she? Lupiana?

Please don't hurt her.

Who's replacing me?

Sean Moody.

Ah, my favourite Scotsman.

Is he in town?

He's at the Hotel Riviera.

Marvellous. Thank you so much.

It was nothing personal, Helen.

Oh, no, of course not.

I always liked you, Bob.

Now, do you need a moment?

Look at you, sweetheart.

You are a wee f***ing ride,

so you are.

F***ing hell, man.

Oh, man.

Oh, I'm a big man, huh?

Look at that fella.

You could cut diamonds with that.

F***. Who the f*** is this?

- Hello?

- It's Carver.

- What?

- Carver. We found the girl.

Aye, hang on, hang on,

let me get a f***ing pen.

Anthony.

Can you take him, please?

Yeah.

OK.

You smell good.

We found her.

You see

how many people there are?

Of all those people,

we found your mom.

Everything's OK on the bed.

Are you going to do

gymnastics for me?

Yeah? Side, side.

A little breakdance.

Yeah!

Chook, chook! Take my nose.

I don't need it.

I've smelled enough stuff.

Go on, take it, take it.

I know, I know.

He was asking for you.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, he's very impatient.

This one, this one, this one.

How many words do you think

you'll be able to say?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Low f***ing profile?

Under f***ing cover?

What the f***

do you call this thing?

- Mr Moody, right?

- That's me, pal.

What's happening?

They've been in hotel room 502

for the past three hours.

Listen, Mr Moody, all due respect,

but why we not coming with you?

I mean, we follow them for days.

Why are we cut out now, man?

Cos you're a couple of

f***ing ball-bag c*nts.

What'd your boss tell you?

Well, um, he told us that

you are some terrorism specialist

and you have to handle this alone,

but...

Well, there you go.

Do us a wee favour.

Sit here, eat your sweeties,

jerk off in your coffee cup,

and shut your f***ing mouth,

you ethnic-cleansing pricks.

I like this guy!

Shh.

Nae c*nt f***ing moves.

On your feet, Nancy boy.

Any chance

you have the wrong room?

No.

On your feet, pal.

What's going on? Who are you?

Right, listen.

Yous are all going to die

in a few minutes.

Now, how you die, well,

that's up to doll-face here.

Now...

Is that a wean? For f***'s sake.

I've not killed a wean for ages.

- Please. Please.

- I've been watching you, hen.

Look at me

when I'm talking to you.

You're a pure ride, so you are.

I just got back

from doing a wee job in Kabul.

You've got more chance of getting

laid in nunnery than you have there.

My balls, they are

f***ing busting, so they are.

So if you'll just give us

a wee gobble,

you can all have a dose

of Mr Sweet Dreams here.

But if you will nae...

well, then, I'm afraid,

it's going to get a wee bit messy.

Sorry, but I don't understand

anything that you just said.

For f***'s sake, man!

Does nae c*nt speak English

in this f***ing country?

Just say it again, please.

Lf... you... suck... my dick, huh?

You got me so far? Capiche, no?

If you suck my dick,

I will kill you all quickly.

But if no...

I will cut

soft lad's little prick off here

and stuff it in his f***ing mouth.

Comprende?

Are you with me now?

That's enough. Enough.

Leave her alone.

Oh, Anthony, Anthony,

don't do anything, please.

I don't usually like to interfere

but you're being a dick.

You don't like to interfere?

Hang on, son.

Hang on just a minute. Hang on.

Ho ho ho!

For f***'s sake, son!

You just cannae get enough

of the ball-booting.

You cannae get enough of it,

wee man.

Cannae f***ing get enough of it.

Sit doon.

Now, where were we?

Come on.

Say, keep that wean quiet.

That's it. Lick your lips.

Here comes the choo-choo.

OK, what just happened?

Sh*t.

Who is it?

It's Helen Bingham.

I've just saved your lives.

Would you open the door, please?

Or should I call room service

to clean up

the dead body on your bed?

I'm not going to kill you.

You can put the gun away now.

Who was that guy?

That was a Mr Sean Moody,

a priapic killer of some repute

and my proposed replacement.

But why'd his head blow off?

Sub-sonic explosive tipped round.

He deserved to go out with a bang.

What're you calling

me for now, ya bastard?

We've got a situation, Moody.

Bingham got away.

Watch your back.

Thank you,

Daniel. I'll pass that along.

Who's paying you to kill us?

- And why should we trust you?

- Very good questions

but right now, we need to get out

of the country. Come along.

I'd very much appreciate it if

you didn't mention my profession.

Or the... fact that I... smoke.

- Hello, Mummy.

- Oh, Helen!

- What a nice surprise!

- Happy birthday, Mummy.

Oh, darling,

you never forget, do you?

- Of course not.

- And you've brought friends.

Come in, everybody.

Come in, all of you.

There we go. There we...

Oh, my goodness!

What wonderful creature is this?

His name is Alex.

Alex. He's beautiful. May I?

Mm, yeah.

Ooh!

My goodness.

- He likes you.

- Babies love me.

And I love babies.

They're a blessing.

They're life's way of making up

for the way it all inevitably ends.

You know, we all start off

being wide-eyed little angels

like him...

don't we, Helen?

- Yes, Mummy. Shall we go in?

- Of course. Come on.

This cake is just scrumptious.

I don't know how you did it

with what little I keep in.

Oh, it's nothing.

Helen, darling,

have you gained weight?

I think perhaps you've

had enough of that sweet stuff.

Darling,

you're not a young girl any more.

You need to take care of yourself.

I won't always be around

to look after you, you know.

Yes. Mummy,

isn't it time you went back to bed?

It's getting terribly late.

Oh. All right, all right.

I know when I'm not wanted.

And I do think all that sugar's

made me feel very tired.

Now, you know where the extra

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