Kill List Page #5

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have been so very successful, Gal,

so thanks very much for your advice,

you c*nt.

Oi! What the f*** was that? F***ing...

Not in the face, f***!

Not in the f***ing face.

(Glass breaks)

I'm telling Shel you started it.

She thinks I'm a saint.

She doesn't know you.

I'll go get a new one.

She won't even notice.

She notices everything.

I can't get that Fiona

out of my head, you know.

- Really?

- Yeah, I think it might be love.

- You don't really know her, Gal.

- Yeah well, you know.

These things happen

like that some times.

She gaffer-taped your cock.

I'm putting that down

as an erotic cry for help.

I can't remember

what I was like before Shel.

Probably a lonely f***er, like me.

They say there's someone

for everyone, mate.

Yeah, it's not much to ask, is it?

Right, let's go and kill this MP then.

Yeah.

(Heavy clang)

- Got it?

- Yeah.

(Helicopter approaches)

- Did you hear that?

- What?

- Chopper?

- Don't know.

The air's good.

Yeah, we should do this more often.

What, kill rich people?

No, get out in the fresh air.

Dinner's on me.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah, lovely.

We'll go down and have a look

at his gaff tomorrow.

What's the plan?

I can't be bothered with anything flash.

So we're not just gonna drag him

down to the village square

and chop his head off

with a f***ing axe?

Eh?

Leave it till two or three, then.

Let's go down and get an idea

of the layout of the house.

You look right at home.

The two musketeers, eh?

J' Oh Mr Bunny, it's gonna get cold

J' I'm taking your coat off your back

J' Hey Mr Bunny, what do you think?

I What do you think about that? I

(Gal) That's not right.

(Jay) What?

One man living in all that.

None of it's right, Gal.

That's why we're here.

(Gal) Come on, let's bed down.

He's probably

f***ing the scullery maid anyway.

Gal.

Gal.

You awake?

Well, I wasn't, but I am now.

What?

L.m

...really sorry about that stuff.

Yeah, I know.

I don't know where it comes from.

Listen, you're a f***ing madman,

but you're my best mate

and I love you, so...

Let's just leave it at that, eh?

Cheers.

(Slow, steady drumbeat)

Gal?

- Gal?

- What?

What the f***? What?

(Drumbeat continues)

Get your sh*t together - lively.

(Distant thunder)

(Pulsing drumbeat)

(Hammering accompanies drumbeat)

(Beating stops)

- There's too many of them, man. Don't!

- F*** this.

Jay!

(Shrieking)

(Hurried footsteps)

(Door clangs)

F*** it, come on.

(Jay) Are you sure

you know where we are?

Yeah, yeah, I am.

- VVhat's wrong?

- Shush.

Come on.

F***! It's been bricked up.

- It wasn't supposed to be here...

- I thought you'd f***ing scouted!

It wasn't supposed to be here, man.

(Shrieking)

They are coming

from the other way, Gal.

Jay!

(Shrieking)

(Thumping)

Jesus Christ.

Jay?

Jay?

(Shrieking)

(Knife is unsheathed)

(Shouts) Gal?

Gal?

(Howling reverberates around)

(Jay) C'mon mate. Jesus,

let's get you out of here mate.

(Gal) I can't move mate,

they've slashed...

They've slashed my f***ing legs.

(Groaning)

(Jay) We've got to go.

Come on, please get up.

I'm done, mate.

F***.

Gal, we've got to, mate.

Tell Shel I'm sorry, will you?

Just do it, do it.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

(Jay) It's all over.

(Sobs)

Can we go home now?

(Sam) Is he sick?

(Shel) Tired, very tired.

Shall we take you back to bed?

Get down.

Make sure Sam is all right

and turn the lights off upstairs.

- Let's leave, babe.

- No, we can't go anywhere.

They've slashed

the f***ing tyres.

What the f*** is that?

It's too noisy!

Just fireworks.

I don't think there are many of them...

Listen, I'm going out there

to find them, yeah? Take that.

I love you, yeah.

(Muffled gunshot and heavy thud)

(indistinct whispering)

(Glass breaks)

(Footsteps approach)

(Muffled gunshots)

(Footsteps cease)

(Muffled gunshots)

(Rustling)

(Muffled gunshot)

(Glass breaks)

(Distant howling)

(Growling)

(Woman's sings in distance)

(Guttural singing continues)

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