Free Fire Page #4

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P s a g m e n o

Alright, little wallflower,

don't be shy. Come out and play.

F***.

- Give me the f***ing gun.

- Give me that f***ing...

- Just give it.

- Never.

- Give it.

- You wanna f***in shot..

Ord, I'm taking fire. Cover me.

I'm coming in. I'm taking fire.

- Here I come.

- I've got your back. Move.

Christ.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- You still breathing?

- Yeah.

Two shooters.. One behind you,

one two'o clock.

I'm gonna flank that f***er eh?

He's dying..

Stop it.

Leave him, he's done.

Come on, come on..

Sh*t I'm Sorry, I'm sorry.

Oh sure. I can't believe I gave

a sh*t about your cousin.

F***ing bastard.

No.

Franky.

Over here, Frank.

- Chris, you alright?

- No.

Harry, Harry, you okay?

Go on, go on.

Keep going. Get up.

Alright. Alright.

Nice and steady.

Bernie.

What the f*** are you doing?

- Aim with two hands, Vern.

- F***.

- No f***ing way.

- I nailed him.

Good shot, Vern.

Unbelievable.

Frank, he shot Bernie in the back.

Bernie, get up.

Quit your f***ing whining, Stevo.

You f***ing Neanderthal.

You f***ing cocksucker.

- Gordon?

- Yeah.

I'll give you my f***ing Rolex

if you go for the case right now.

Your Rolex is a fake.

Do not do this to me Bernie.

You wanna make me tell you mother?

I hate these f***ing freelance jobs.

- You're gonna maybe f***ing puke, Stevo.

- Shut the f*** up, man.

I'm gonna f*** kick his back,

f***ing cocksucker.

- You're f***ing dead, you f***.

- Piece of sh*t.

This is legit.

It's worth 700 pounds..

- I'm telling you Vern it's a fake.

- I don't want your f***ing watch.

F*** me.

Those bastards have f***ing..

It's a Shame for what they have done today.

I know I speak for everybody

when I express my sympathy to Steven,

for the loss of his special friend...

F*** Steven man.

He started the whole thing.

- He shot the boy.

- I'm not dead.

- I'm just regrouping.

- What they've done today!

That's why you're a f***ing angel man.

You're f***ing angel sent from heaven,

that's what you are.

Anyway, I'm sure

Bernie's off to a better place.

Maybe he'll even make something

of himself down there.

I'm f***ing grieving here.

I'm coming for you, man.

I'm gonna blow your f***ing head off.

You f***in try,

you cocksucker.

- Cover me. I need to come over.

- Fine, Vernon.

- We need to strategize.

- Okay.

You still collecting

the pension, Frank?

F*** off..

Alright, I'll mark you as present

on the roster.

Justine?

- Here.

- Good girl. I like your style.

God damn dusts playing on my allergies.

- Shut the f*** up, Gordon.

- F*** you Harry.

You will always be in

my thoughts Bernie.

They will never take

away the good times.

Some one just hit my head.

I am just...

Just a little bit, a scratch.

It's nothing.

Chrissy.

You remember that time Frank...

Was so drunk he stripped

down to his wife

Kieran wake and cried over the coffin

like a baby?

Oh you f***ing a**hole.

No comment.

That was the last time he had a drink.

Right, Frank?

Frank, you're an alcoholic?

Recovering..

Somebody gonna tell me,

who invited these gatecrashers?

Yeah, who were those

gatecrashers, Vern?

Steave, Stevo.

How badly?

Well come over for f***'s sake.

I bet the f***ers are over there.

F***ing chocolate teapot.

How badly?

F*** you Frank.

I think your friend Vern is cheap

to pay for good shooters.

They couldn't be with Vernon.

Must have been some of the guy who went

over the deal and set it a chance.

F***ing Stevo, on his

big f***ing mouth.

What the f*** is Chris

doing with Justine?

- She's stitching though his wounds.

- Vern, go shoot him.

- Stop. I don't wanna die.

- You're not gonna die You're gonna be fine.

I just gonna check on Frank.

What are gonna do

when you get out of here...

You find the first restaurant,

and I'll meet you there.

Alright?

They're playing us. Ok?

She's on their side,

and these marks

are with them.

Yea, but Vern, one of them shot her..

Or we shoot her?

You have got two choices.

One, you just strike them,

with your bad in the horse, and I'll leave.

What?

Or two you kill all of these

motherfuckers, and I'll leave.

It's good time

to bring up our contract.

For the amount of money

that we agreed on,

there were no

extenuating circumstances like this.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

How can you talk about money

at a time like this?

Get me an ambulance.

I know that voice.

We can't leave here empty-handed.

Where the f*** is Leary

when you need him?

Howard Mathison?

Ord, if I'd known you were there on

this, I would not have taken the job.

That geriatric reprobate

must have been retired.

- What are you doing?

- I need help. You have no idea.

Protecting our asses Vern.

Wooden boxes don't stop bullets.

College fees, the medical bills.

Plus Rita left me.

I hooked up with this Asian chick.

She cleaned me out.

Howard, I am gonna stack the bodies of

your eleven children on top of each other.

And burn them onto your lawn if you

don't tell me who hired you right now.

Tell us, Howard.

It's good. It's good.

That's what I'm paying you for.

- Do not listen to him. He's not the boss.

- F*** you junkie.

Is the Junkie's still f***ing alive?

I am no rat.

I'm gonna die anyway.

Since it's you, Ord...

I will tell ya.

It was...

My guys.

F***ing made it.

Howard is done talking.

Ord, I'm a feeling light headed..

I think I'm loosing too much blood.

Relax. Didn't even

hit an artery.

You're fine,

You got at least hour and a half.

It's the "golden hour and a half.

It's the rule.

How long has it been?

- Ord.

- What?

We are here for the guns alright?

You are here for the money.

Let Justine get out.

What are you doing?

She makes contact

with our respective people.

They come find us,

everyone's happy.

- Yeah, she can leave.

- No, what are you doing?

Good.

Justine, you are good to go.

- Thank you.

- Just go.

Alright.

I'll do it if Vernon promises

not to shoot me in the back.

- She's making it personal, man.

- Promise her.

Cross my heart, doll.

I shot that guy.

It's a death penalty in Massachusetts.

Yeah, I vote we barbecue

this whole f***ing place.

There is more blood in the floor here

than a sausage factory man.

Do you think this is a f***ing

senate committee? You don't get a vote.

- F*** you.

- Shut up.

She is a snake in the grass.

Look at that, I told you.

She's escaping.

Wake up and smell the re-coffee Ord.

There is a phone in this building.

If there's a phone,

I can call the boys.

You're a f***ing dead man, Vernon.

She's firing back.

I told you she's on their side.

Because you shot at her, Vern.

- A pushy woman isn't sexy, Justine.

- Chrissy thinks they are!

You come back here, Justine.

Justine and Chrissy sitting in a tree.

I will shoot you in the f***ing head.

I wash my f***ing hands of you.

Alright?

- I know what you're up to, Justine.

- F***ing maniac. I shoot you myself.

- Nail her, Gordon.

- Ok, boss.

There's a promotion

in it for you boy.

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