Kill Me Three Times Page #2

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for a few days?

No sense hanging around.

I've got something for you,

if you're interested.

I'm listening.

How does 50 grand sound?

Like a dirty job.

And I'm still listening.

I want you to kill my wife.

Make the b*tch disappear.

Jack, you've worked yourself

into a knot over this thing.

Fine.

You're reacting badly

to some bad news.

- Just take some time.

- My mind is clear.

What you're talking about is a

one-way street. You understand?

Once you start,

there is no going back.

She's had fair warning.

She knew the consequences

and she did it anyway.

So f*** her.

You want my money or not?

Do you have that sort

of cash just lying around?

It's covered.

I mean untraceable.

This kind of job

doesn't come with a receipt.

I told you, it's covered.

There is, of course,

the issue of trust.

I trust you.

Yes, but how can I be sure

you're not gonna go soft

on me, Jack?

Well, we'll have to

trust each other.

Did you and your wife

ever trust each other?

You don't want the job? Fine.

Forget I asked.

I don't remember saying no.

So are you saying yes?

Alright, I'll do it.

But not for 50 grand.

How much?

My rate's an even one.

Sixty?

No, 100.

I'm what you call

a professional.

Quality always costs.

So are we on?

She has a dental

appointment at 2:00.

I'd be fine with her

never coming home.

Alright, here's

what I want you to do.

Go back to the bar,

and stay there, in plain sight.

Smile for everyone,

and don't act funny.

I'll contact you when it's done.

I'll be expecting your call.

Oh, Jack?

Don't go putting that online,

now, will you?

Lucy.

I can't go through with it.

Can't?

Sh*t.

Whatever he wants,

get rid of him.

I'll handle it.

G'day, Bruce.

How are you going?

I was up the big smoke

last night.

Met a bookmaker we all know.

- Who's that?

- Evan Black.

- You know Evan?

- He's a relative.

I had no idea.

You know how it is around here.

We're all related

one way or another.

Yeah. Small world.

Evan says

you've been avoiding him.

Says you owe him heaps of money,

and so far you haven't made

good on a single marker.

Look, it's okay.

I am gonna pay him.

- I gave him my word.

- F*** your word.

He wants his money.

And he will get it, on my oath.

You disrespected him.

He arranged for the lads

to come see you.

But I talked him out of it.

I said I'd come see you first.

Promised him I'd collect

everything you...

within the week.

Failing that...

I'd kill you meself.

Bruce... we're good

for the money.

Well, we will be.

I just need

a little bit more time.

How much time?

Couple of months.

You're taking the piss.

No.

Where's this money

coming from in a few months?

I can't tell you,

but it is real, okay? I promise.

Don't come

the raw f***in' prawn.

You've got one week.

We're talking about

near 250 grand.

That was before.

- Before what?

- Me.

How much now?

Now?

Now we're talking about

a figure so close to $300,000

we may as well call it that.

No, we never agreed to that.

Are you insane?

- Non-negotiable.

- You can't be serious.

Let me show you how serious

I am. Come here.

Nah, it's alright.

- Bruce, please.

- Don't have me ask twice.

Argh, Bruce! Bruce!

You've got one week.

Now, say it.

Bruce, stop.

You think he got the message?

- Well?

- Yes.

Bruce, we get it, okay?

We've got a week.

Or else?

I'm asking you.

Or...

You'll kill us.

Have the money in a week.

Lucy, I'm sorry.

Don't touch me!

You just stood there.

I didn't mean

for any of this to happen.

We go ahead with it.

We need that insurance money

more than ever now.

Okay.

Where have you been? I'm late.

Went for a drive.

My car keys?

Goodbye, Alice.

Oh, my God!

Sh*t! No!

How do you like their house?

Are you certain

they're overseas?

For the next six months.

You do know the code, don't you?

Max told me there was

an easy way to remember it.

Obviously.

Beethoven.

- What?

- The code.

It's 1812, after the overture.

That's Tchaikovsky, you idiot.

Sh*t.

Lucy, have you got

any of my contacts here?

Yeah.

In my toiletry bag.

I'll get it.

What's that?

I was gonna tell you about it.

I found it in her car when

I was waiting for you earlier.

It just slipped my mind

with all that was going on.

How much?

About...$250,000.

Quarter of a million dollars.

And you just forgot about it?

We didn't have to kill her,

did we?

What are you talking about?!

We could have used

that money to pay Bruce.

By the time I found it,

we were already committed.

Very convenient.

Believe me,

there is nothing convenient

about this mess

that you got us into!

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sick and tired of

having barely enough.

I want more.

So should you.

I'm off.

Why?

Why do you have to leave?

I'll come back

when I get a chance.

Okay.

Why are you taking that?

I'll keep it safe.

Hello, Jack.

- You.

- Me.

Is it done?

I wouldn't be here

if it weren't.

She's dead?

- How'd you do it?

- Oh, easy there, Jack.

The less you know, the better.

That way, if people

start asking questions,

you don't have to lie.

- She's...

- Gone.

Forever.

You planning on drinking

yourself to death, Jack?

Maybe.

Your business is your own.

As long as we're square.

You got some proof for me?

Or am I supposed to

just take your word?

What, you don't trust me

anymore?

I'd have thought you'd be glad

to be rid of her.

Answer to all your problems.

Despite what you think,

I love my wife very much.

Too much.

Well, you've got

a crazy way of showing it.

Nobody makes a fool out of me.

It's gone.

I don't like the sound of that.

Alice.

You wouldn't be playing games

with me, would you, Jack?

What?

No, don't worry. I have more.

Where?

At the safety deposit box

at the bank.

Had me worried for a moment.

What time shall I

come back tomorrow?

Give me till 3:
00.

Let's make it 2:
00.

Jack, all this talk of booze

has got me quite thirsty.

You wouldn't know of any good

bars in the area, would you?

Sh*t.

Hi, Bruce.

Where's Lucy?

Oh, she hasn't

showed up for work yet.

You know why I'm here?

Yeah.

You said I had a week,

so that gives me at least...

Don't play games.

I'm here on police business.

You know anything about a crash?

Up on Devil's Rocks Road?

No. Should I?

I didn't think

you had the balls, mate.

What are you talking about?

I found Lucy's car,

or what's left of it.

This thing has insurance job

written all over it.

Don't bullshit me.

You got a policy

in your wife's name?

Yes.

Well, one word from me

in the wrong man's ear

and that claim won't clear

for a bloody long time.

But I'm also in a position

to make this thing

go your way without a hitch,

open and shut case.

But for these services,

I need to be compensated.

I'm listening.

- I want half.

- Half?

Mmm, half of what's left

after you settle your debts.

No way!

Consider your options, Nathan.

Okay? I'm being very generous.

Don't insult me.

You got a copy of your wife's

dental records?

Hey? Save me a trip back here

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