Free Fire Page #2

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Justine! You said 'rifles', doll.

They are f***ing rifles. What do you want?

This is what that's available.

You are not gonna find anything else of

this quality or consistency on the market.

Not in the numbers you need

or in the time that you've got.

He has a point.

Where from?

Still with the questions.

You curious f***ing eh?

We're gonna get on your knee.

You're so f***ing curious

about the world.

Look they're...

They won't be missed alright?

Alright, take a first spin.

Use the mic.

No manners again.

So simple.

It's loaded, Martin.

Just a f***ing 'please'.

Like f***ing when unloaded.

- What are you doing in front of a client?

- Keep together.

You want something done,

you do it yourself mate.

Amen brother.

I think we got off on a

little bit of a bad fitting there.

I think what we need to do is just

start a fresh start.

I'm gonna be the gentleman

in this relationship...

And.. I'm gonna check in a free box

of lube because she likes to run wet.

Whoa, slow down for a minute.

Public safety announcement...

While the rifle's hot, I'm gonna

pull my pistol out. Nothing personal.

Knock yourself out, spark.

Okay, just, try not to hit

any of the metal work.

I don't want get any of those

bling burn on my new...

- ..Suit.

- Sorry. What was that?

This is from Savile Row...

Well I don't know about you guys

but I got one thing

Vern's merchandise is a real gas.

My gas, is you're whatever

you're paid to be pal.

See what you did?

Good.

I will overlook at this time.

Mazel Tov.

So, let's open Pandora's box eh?

Alright.

- My...

- Associate.

Associate, yeah, will do the count.

See if it's all there.

It's better this way.

The machine don't lie.

Gordon? Are you sure that radio was on?

- Of course, it's f***ing on.

- Good cause I don't wanna miss my queue.

What the f*** are you gonna do?

High kick your way in there..?

With the f***ing top hat and cane?

- And plus, it's my queue, ok?

- Whatever.

I'm just ready, you know?

And I want Vern to know that.

Vern doesn't give

two fucks about what you want.

Verny can't even see you.

You're that small.

Plus you need to wash them knuckles,

or they are gonna get infected.

F*** man.

You like John Denver?

- I must admit I never tire looking at it.

- I never tire looking at you doll.

So what do you know?

It's all there, on the nose.

- That's heart warming.

- And you can keep the case as well.

- Yeah, I was going to.

- Thanks.

- Real nice teeth.

- He looks like a f***ing cock jockey..

Yeah.

- You can bring the girls in.

- And away..

Ok, so, Vern's boys

are gonna drive the car in,

they are gonna put the crates in.

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

- Grandpa, you gotta relax.

They are gonna put the guns right here,

when they're done they're gonna leave,

then Tweedledee and Twedeldoom can load

them up into your little clown car.

You're the first one I'm gonna take

down if this goes side, big lad.

- Probably good idea grandpa.

- I reckon..

Sorry, you're just, you're moulting.

Bigfoot.

So before we head home,

do you wanna go dinner with me?

Oh wow,

I didn't to that in.

Oh I mean, I know we

just met and all but...

It's unlikely that I will be

over here again before too long,

so I thought...

we can maybe.

- Have a plate.

- When you put it like that,

It doesn't sound like a

very good investment.

Yeah, f*** it.

Forget I said that.

I will.

Oh f*** it.

F***!

- Come here.

- What's in there with you?

Holy motherfuck.

That's the guy who

attacked me last night.

- That's the guy, guy in the pub.

- It's not good, it's not good.

Master keys.

Okay..

Now come in.

You know what this is?

This is the key. The key to

victory for you and the Irish.

A van full of AR70's. Fantastic.

Just let it go, buddy.

We didn't wanna get in the way.

Didn't wanna get in the way.

What are you on holidays or something?

I'll pay you a 100 bucks to help with

the van. Get over there. Alright?

- Ok?

- Sure.

- Sure.

- I really thought that...

- Just do it.

- Sure.

You can't f***ing go there.

You're gonna be so happy with these

weapons you're gonna come back for more.

Alright, get those boxes done.

It will be like my bird

begging for more.

- Yep. I've got it.

- Come guys come.

For future reference

let's not drop the automatic weapons.

- I've never been to Ireland.

- You what?

I said I've never been to Ireland.

You should go my land there.

They will love you over there.

- Perfect.

- F*** still more?

Sh*t, I didn't know this was many.

I think you might owe me a

bit of extra boodle, eh?

One two Three...

Hey, come here.

- I mingling, what the f***?

- What about the ammo, back at the truck.

- Oh yeah, I am sorry.

- Watch where f***ing thing is.

I think that just saying

"no" is another reflex.

Yeah.

- F*** it.

- Stupid.

No, we're not giving that mate.

- The Irish went for the AR70's.

- You are man man.

We give the M16's to the Libyans.

Vern and Lynn baby.

We should probably lock it up.

Just in case they see it.

I think we could, we could probably

both use a drink after this.

Yeah, that would be nice.

- Thanks mate.

- Yeah, you're right.

Ok, just, don't let them see you,

just do it subtly.

As soon as they done picking.

- Oh God. Jesus.

- What happened?

- I got a splinter.

- Let me see that.

Vern, the f***ing learn.

- You deal with this f***ing guy all day.

- Hold still, let me take it out with this.

F*** off.

A f***ing splinter?

Are you serious?

Sorry, boss.

Harry distracted me.

- I just suddenly a little bit of sick.

- Really, really?

'Sympathy' is in the dictionary

between 'sh*t' and 'syphilis' son.

Get the f*** over there.

You make me look stupid.

Three birds in a nest.

Do your puking when you're walking.

Go go go.

Alright.

You open up the rest of them?

There it is, huh?

- There is still, we'll lock it.

- Yeah, open the rest of them.

- You are f***ing kidding.

- No.

- There's three in every box.

- Good.

There's ten boxes.

Thirty, like we agreed.

Vern, we covered this.

Transparency, remember?

Okay, okay.

Harry, open them all.

The customer is always right.

You are not very trusting, Irish?

I'm English, but English South African.

It's different. Trust not your thing, eh?

- Son of a f***ing...

- Hey, hey, hey..!

What the f***?

Come here, you f***ing junkie.

I'll f*** you up again,

you f***ing piece of sh*t.

- Stop the f*** down.

- Leave it.

- Blah blah, you f***ing Neanderthal.

- Alright, Stevo.

...big deal.

Just calm that little dog.

FYI, your breath stinks sh*t

and you got a serious case of...

- I do not know where to kick..

- Come here.

Eat what you f***..

- Hold on.

- Stop for Christ sake.

- Get up f***ing cocksucker.

- Hey, hey hey.

We got the money,

the deal is done, no use.

What are you f***ing doing

you f***ing c*nt?

Chris, I swear to God,

you're a waste of f***ing...

- Unprovoked.

- It was uncalled for.

- Took me on the, unprovoked.

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