Free Fire Page #3

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- I know I know, does it hurt?

No, doesn't hurt.

I am from Africa, man.

Africa is not for sissies.

F***. I don't even feel it.

But it's the principle doll.

- Oh, God.

- Oh, f*** ok.

- It's alright, I got a handkerchief.

- Ok, ok.

What the f***'s going on?

Let them deal with it.

You finally deal with me.

Alright..

- Little bit of a news flash.

- Please.

Harry here says that..

Junkie Joe over there did

some pretty last night.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

Alright, listen, his name is Steven.

There is something wrong with him, okay?

Apologies.

Don't say that dirty

name around here. Ok?

Ok, alright. The suspense is killing me.

What did Steven do?

That f***ing junkie, came on my cousin

last night at the hollow-queens.

And when she wouldn't suck his

f***ing dick, he bottled her.

- You've got to be kidding me.. What?

- I'm as serious as f***ing cancer.

She is scarred man,

permanently and she is 17.

- Hang on. Is this true, Gordon?

- It's unfortunate, but it's true.

The place erupted like

f***ing Vesuvius man.

There is not a stick of furniture

left in that place.

If you were to walk on

hollow-queens tomorrow night

with his head on a f***ing stick,

you'd be a hero man.

Why would you say that?

What are you doing?

You're just making it worse.

Everybody take the... ok?

Just calm the f*** down..

Now listen here.

We would like to leave

with our money...

and I'm sure that you boys would

like to leave with the weapons soon.

This is not good for business.

Bringing AR70s to an M16 deal

is not good for business.

Neither is bringing a sex pest.

It's under control doll.

I got this.

The bird has a point.

We would like to trust you,

but we can't because your

boy has been disrespectful.

- Alright. Fair enough.

- Okay?

Just give me a minute.

Enough.

- You all right, Chris?

- Out of the way.

He's doing the right thing.

Jesus Christ.

Get the f*** off me.

Why don't you f***ing

tickle him to death?

You f***ing pound a woman.

Is that your thing?

Is that your f***ing thing Stevo?

I swear on my wife's life...

He bottled her Doll. I never do that.

I will never lay my hands on a woman.

I know. No.

You never have.

You gotta believe me Frank.

He's confusing me with some

other handsome f***er.

Right, Seriously?

As God is my witness.

I did not bottled that slut.

- Right, f***!

- Frank, please.

Swear to sweet Jesus.

Look he is family, Chris alright?

So I should be the one...

- No, Frank.

- F***ing telling you.

Do you understand me? I'm going

to f***ing bury you in a grave.

- Piece of sh*t you are.

- You got it then.

- They're taking care of it now.

- Enough, they have done it.

Alright.

Steven is being reprimanded.

Alright?

He's gonna pay for your cousin's

hospital bills.

He's gonna write a

sincere letter of apology.

That's great.

That's great.

He's paying for the bills

and a letter in his blood.

- In his own f***ing blood,

- if it needs be.

- Are you kidding me man? A f***ing letter?

- Can we just get back...

Maybe she doesn't read.

Maybe she wants a drawing.

Like a remorseful pony.

- She can f***ing read Ord.

- Guys stop. You wanna do this?

Back off. Calm down.

Steven is going to apologies.

- Let him do it?

- I'm calm.

Man to man.

About last night.

I'm real sorry.

- There you go. That's great.

- There you go.

I am really sorry.

I'm real sorry, guys.

Because I came so hard

in your cousin's mouth...

I think I knaked some of her

f***ing teeth out.

You'll have to pick that out of a

f***ing stools..

At the f***ing hospital.

- Make him on.

- F***ing cocksuckers.

- Shut that motherf***er up.

- You said he's gonna Apologies?

- What was that?

- Alright?

- How many times have I told you?

- Just clear provocation.

- Just cool it, Harry. Ok?

- Calm down harry.

Let go.

- Pop one of them in your f***ing mouth.

- F*** off back to Austria.

- Big f***ing mouth on a little lad.

- Muzzle that.

The f*** is wrong with you?

You bring a junkie f***ing...

What are you talking?

You know nothing about the lad.

You're already making it worse.

Now Shut the f*** up.

- Huh? Who gives a sh*t anyway?

- What the f*** do you have the gun for?

- Hey!

- Behave yourself alright?

- No, harry harry.

- Suck on this.

- I got it under control.

- You control your f***ing man.

Come here, you f***ing cocksucker.

- F***.

- I have been shot.

I've been shot.

He shot me.

I have got you.

Come on.

- F***!

- Barely nicked you.

You're gonna be okay.

It's mostly the suit.

Is the bullet in their too?

It's just a flick

through the shoulder pad.

My f***ing suit.

Ord, my gun's jammed.

It's usually so reliable man..

Dust got in there.

Here, take it.

Don't shoot.

The deal is off.

Just have to wait for him

to show me his little face.

I've got it.

Cocksucker.

- He's still moving Vern.

- Eh?

You freaking bastards.

Chris is hit, Frank.

- No no. They shot my boy.

- Oh sh*t.

Martin, you bring that

f***ing money over here.

Harry, did you get shot you idiot?

Stevo? Stevo you alright?

F***ers.

You okay, Stevo?

Chris, you alright?

- Frank! Let's get out of here, Frank.

- Shut the f*** up.

- You alright?

- I'm hit, but I'm good.

I am not leaving the case

with the boodle out there.

Of course not.

- Ord, cover me, I am going for the boodle.

- Wait, you don't wanna do that.

F*** that.

Stop f***ing shooting mate.

- You okay, Vern?

- Shot me man. I am shot.

- Vern shut up.

- F*** you Chris..

Ord, what's happening?

Please, nobody do anything.

Stay back sweetheart.

F***, f***. I'm running.

Nobody shoot.

- Stay down please, Vern.

- Not gonna happen, Ord.

- It's really heavy.

- Come on, load for, load for Vernie.

- Vern, stay down.

- It's too late. I have been insulted.

Let me get him.

Oh f***, holy Jesus.

There we go.

God damn it.

Now we are cooking.

Hey Ord, bet you thought

you were too handsome to get shot.

I'm just impressed you haven't needed

a nap yet Francis.

Martin, look at me. You're gonna

be okay. Just say something.

What the f***?

Gordon, over here.

Gordon, you alright?

What the f*** is that?

Who's shooting that?

Frank?

Who the f*** is shooting at us now?

- You good?

- What the f*** was that?

Sounds like a f***ing rifle.

Move back.

- What the f***?

- Redeem yourself and Get that case.

You get the f***ing case, a**hole.

F*** you man.

I forgot which side I'm on.

Oh f***, f***.

- Doll, run for the case.

- What?

You're a bird, they're not gonna

shoot a bird, just go for the case.

- You get the f***ing case.

- Ok.

Let's try something.

Jesus.

Great.

- Ord, get the suitcase.

- Got it, Vern.

Go for the case.

No, what are you doing?

Not that case.

Hang on.

Stop f***ing shooting.

You cheaters bring a sniper?

Not with us.

He's not with us.

- Sounds like a f***ing Garand.

- Someone find a carbine down here.

Vern, your friend needs serious help.

He will have to wait.

I'm a bit pre occupied right now.

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