Kill List Page #4

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I can't tell you that.

(Screams)

(Screams)

(Cries out)

He lives at Greenwold Street.

Where do you keep your money?

- In the safe.

- Which room?

Top of the stairs on the right.

Does he know?

What?

Who you are.

He doesn't, does he?

What the f*** are you talking about?

Before he comes back...

...I just want to say...

...thank you.

For what?

(Whispers) I'm glad to have met you.

Nice.

I understand.

You have to do

what you have to do.

(Screams)

(Screaming continues)

Thank you.

Thank you.

You crazy f***ing bastard.

Oh, f***!

You can clean this f***ing mess up

yourself, you know that?

Fine.

I'm getting a f***ing bag.

(Jay) Let's nip round to that house

on Greenwold Street.

(Gal) F*** that, you need

a long lie down, big lad.

I'm going to Greenwold Street

right f***ing now.

- What the f*** is Shel gonna say?

- Then don't f***ing tell her then.

F***!

You're well off list here, man.

Right! Don't hang about.

If I'm not back in twenty minutes,

come and get me.

Don't you worry, I will.

F***ing first job in months

and he's gone off again, for f***'s sake.

(Shrill whistling)

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Jesus Christ.

(Whistling stops)

(Banging)

Was that twenty minutes?

Let's get the f*** out of here.

What the f*** are we going to do

with him now?

Brilliant. F***ing brilliant.

(Gal) You're covered in blood.

(Jay) I'll burn 'em.

They say the sign of a good painter

and decorator?

- What?

- Clean overalls. No bodging.

Point taken.

(Jay) It doesn't feel wrong.

They were bad people.

They should suffer.

I used to love looking at tires

when I was a kid.

Hi babe, I wasn't expecting you back...

- We haven't got any food.

- That's all right we'll go out.

Erm, it's a school night.

I just want to see Sammy, yeah?

No, he's on a play date, babe.

Can we talk about this later?

Hi Jay, you back?

(Shel) We've just had a glass of wine.

Yeah, and a moan.

- Do you want to join us?

- Er...

Yeah... I should get me...

all my bits and bobs.

- I should go.

- Oh no, don't be silly. You were here first.

No, stay. It's all right isn't it?

Yeah.

Shel!

Jesus, Jay!

(she-l) oh, God!

It's infected, babe.

You've got to go see a doctor.

I'm not going.

No...

I'll get some cream or something.

(Doctor) 'Would you say

you were suffering from stress?'

(Jay) 'Yes.'

'Do you experience fatigue? Nausea?'

Erm...Yes. No.

Why do you think that is?

Any particular reason?

No.

Professionally...

Some financial stuff.

I've got a family.

Now what about your sex life,

how's that?

Normal?

Listen, my wife said I had to come,

so you could look at my hand and...

You're fine!

Yeah, but my hand isn't.

Do you want to have a look at it?

Better still, I can give you some advice.

What happened to Dr Bapkin?

The past is gone.

The future

is not yet here.

There is only ever this moment.

(Shel's voice echoes) 'Jay!

'Jay!

LJay!l

Bloody...

Kids maybe?

Maybe gypsies.

You all right, sweetheart?

Someone's murdered the cat.

(Jay) F***ing loved that cat.

Didn't know.

No, neither did I till it happened.

- Look...

- What?

- It's a message, isn't it?

- Yeah, received loud and clear.

We lifted enough money the other night,

we could sack half this job off, man.

What?

There's pictures of us

outside the priest's house, Jay.

They've got a file on f***ing Kiev.

- Where the f*** did they get that from?

- So f***ing what?

Listen man,

let's just knock it on the head.

It's not doing your head any good and it's

f***ing not doing mine any good either.

Yeah, I think you are right,

we should just give up.

We should let things like this happen

and not do f*** all about it.

We're doing a f***ing job, man.

It's not a crusade, all right?

Right! Then you don't bother, but when

I start something, I f***ing finish it, Gal.

Yeah I know, I know.

I've been standing around watching

how you f***ing finish it.

- You're arsehole's gone, mate.

- Listen man.

I can't f***ing work with you any more

if you're going to go f***ing over the top

every time you get

a f***ing lump hammer in your hand.

(Mockingly) Oh, I'm sorry, Gal.

I'm really sorry, mate.

I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry.

- More?

- Listen, man!

You're going in there

like a f***ing psycho on crack,

what the f***'s going on?

- Wait until you see me after this sh*t.

- Brilliant!

I'm going to go and bury my f***ing cat

and you f*** off out of my gaff.

- (Gal) There, that's me done.

- What?

- Listen, I can't do this any more.

- No, no, Gal please? Please.

He needs to get help.

- I know.

- All right, listen. Don't cry.

- Don't cry.

- Thank you.

(Sobs)

Don't cry, please don't cry.

I'll call you.

We'll chat your mum up.

Get a puppy.

- OK.

- Yeah?

Has she gone to heaven?

I dunno, mate. Maybe.

Cat heaven.

You wanna talk to your uncle Gal really

about that side of things.

Come here.

Where have you been?

We went for a walk to look for foxes,

didn't we, mate?

- Dad said I could have a puppy.

- Did he?

Yeah, we're going to call it Arthur.

What if it's a girl?

Gwinny.

Hey you, young man, why don't you

go upstairs, get out of those dirties,

- and we'll have a bath in a minute, yeah?

- OK.

I don't want to talk about it.

Really? He's ready to walk.

Good! He's gone soft.

Wake up.

You wake up, f***ing wake up!

Do you think if you get replacements

they'll let you go free of the contract?

Is that what you want?

It doesn't look good,

but if we're compromised here...

We can get you top draw replacements.

They even look like us.

- It is your job.

- What if we say...

...f*** you very much and good night?

Then you die.

And your families, they die.

No wriggle room on that then?

No.

How long

have we been working for you?

- Please, don't embarrass yourself.

- I'm asking you a straight question.

I see you, what you are.

What are we?

- You're cogs.

- What?

What the f*** is this?

Reconstruction.

So, keep turning.

What do you mean by f***ing

reconstruction?

F*** off man...

Get your hands off me.

- What's this?

- I'm leaving.

What?

I'm taking Sam to the cottage,

just until the job's over.

You know you're in serious danger

of losing this.

Is that what you want?

No.

- Be good for mummy yeah?

- Yes.

OK, watch your head, watch your head.

Turns out he's an MP.

Is that more acceptable

than a priest?

I can't say I'm not relieved.

Well, his name's on the list.

- That's all that matters.

- OK.

You sure?

You don't want to go and have

a little cry about it to Shel?

I might do if I could find her.

She's gone on holiday.

That's funny, she never mentioned

anything to me.

That's funny. I don't really understand

why you're calling my f***ing wife, mate,

I'll be honest with you.

- Right, you're her husband, aren't you?

- Yeah, leave this now, Gal.

No.

You shouldn't f***ing treat your wife

like a doormat.

- All right. Thanks.

- Know what I mean?

She's a lovely wee woman,

and you treat her like a f***ing mug.

All your relationships

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