Kill Me Three Times Page #3

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after I ring this in.

Yes.

Here.

I underestimated you, mate.

Your own wife.

You're a heartless f***er.

Luce.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Bit of a problem.

Read this.

When did you get this?

Earlier.

Do you have any idea

who sent it?

No.

Do you?

What? Of course not.

Two hundred

and fifty thousand dollars.

Bit of a coincidence,

don't you think?

The email says he's watching us.

He?

Oh, you think it's a she?

Maybe.

- You're being ridiculous.

- Am I?

Well, he or she, all they

mention here is 250 grand.

So?

So obviously they don't know

about the insurance policy

or they'd be after a lot more.

You think we should pay?

F***.

I think we have a chance

to end this cheap.

Cheap?

In comparison.

Besides, I don't see

too many options.

Maybe.

You still have the money,

don't you?

In the car.

Why?

Thought maybe you'd

gambled it away already.

Don't start.

- You coming?

- Where?

Where do you think?

I'm dead, remember?

Where is she?

Come here.

Who the f***

do you think you are

coming in here

accusing me of what, exactly?

I want to know what you did.

What about what you did?

I had you followed.

- I want my money back.

- What money?

I know she took it,

I know she gave it to you,

and I want it back.

I haven't got your money.

Is that right?

You looking for this? Hmm?

Where is she?

You gonna shoot me?

Just tell me where she is.

F*** you.

Argh!

Argh! F***!

You f***ing shot me!

You f***ing prick!

Where is she?!

I don't know!

He wouldn't tell me.

The guy I hired.

The one who shot the video!

- What's his f***ing name?

- Wolfe! Charlie Wolfe!

Where can I find him?

Here, a little later.

Why?

He still has to get paid.

Paid for what?

Making her disappear.

How will I recognize him?

He drives a Toronado.

- The tourist.

- Yeah, he's no tourist.

So, how are we gonna do this?

Well, that's the easy part.

You just put the money

on the ground

and then get in your car

and f*** off.

Not a chance.

We do this face-to-face

or not at all.

You don't get to call the shots.

You consider this

a down payment.

I'll keep the memory card

until the insurance policy's

cleared.

Over my dead body.

Isn't that over

your wife's dead body?

You've got a bad attitude.

Look, your money is here,

and so am I

until you come and collect it.

Or I could just shoot you

where you stand,

come and take the money.

What, and kill the only person

that can claim

the insurance policy?

I don't think so.

Ow! Argh!

- Yes!

- F***!

F***!

You know,

I'd prefer not to kill you.

But I will.

Just so we're clear.

This ends today.

Whatever you say.

Argh!

God! Ow!

F***!

Argh! Ah!

Do you find something funny?!

You're a f***ing lunatic!

You know that?

- Look in the bag.

- Why?

'Cause I want to see your face.

That wife of yours.

She's something, right?

Leave her alone.

Tell me where the f***ing money

is or she eats this gun.

If I tell you...

Then I won't kill her.

- Give me your word.

- I promise.

It's in the boot.

The keys are... in my pocket.

Argh!

- Now...

- Yeah?

...I will be sure

to tell your wife

what you tried to do for her.

You promised me.

You promised...

No.

No!

Argh!

Jack?

Jack?

I could murder a drink.

Despite how this looks,

I had nothing to do with it.

Argh!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Dylan!

Gah!

Boo!

F***!

What the f***

are you doing here?

Dammit!

What happened?

He f***ing stabbed me.

What, Nathan?

Yeah.

What a complete psycho.

- But you got the money?

- Oh, I got it.

Where's Nathan now?

Yeah, about that.

- What about it?

- Um...

Did you f*** this up?

Honey, I'm having

a bad day here.

You killed him?

He forced my hand.

Do you realize what you've done?

It was him or me, okay?

Sorry.

Dammit, Charlie!

You wanted him dead.

Yeah, after

the insurance settlement.

What can I say?

The guy flipped.

Un-f***ing-believable.

You had a simple job

and you f***ed it up.

Don't try to blame this on me.

You're the one

who couldn't wait.

You wanted the 250 now,

so I sorted it.

Sorted it?

You weren't meant to kill him,

you idiot!

Watch your mouth.

How the f*** do we get

the insurance money

Thanks to your incompetence,

our plan's utterly ruined.

That's just great, Charlie.

Your husband might have

put up with your sh*t.

Don't mistake me for him.

Well, I'd like to say

it's been a pleasure.

What do you mean?

I'm leaving.

Yeah, I'm coming with you.

Not in this life.

You can't just leave.

What were you expecting?

- But...

- What, because we f***ed?

Consider it a fringe benefit.

We split the money first.

No need to be greedy.

You're about to inherit

the hotel.

What are you talking about?

You'll see.

I'll see what?

So long, honey.

- Give me the card!

- What?

The card! The memory card

from the camera.

Give it to me!

You are either the craziest

or the cleverest b*tch

I have ever met.

I can't decide.

Ow!

What the f***?!

Dylan, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

God, this place is like a

f***ing open-air insane asylum!

- Is this what you did it for?

- Did what?

Don't play dumb.

Jack filled me in on your deal.

No, look,

you've got it all wrong.

- Don't f***ing lie.

- I didn't touch her.

He's lying. He did it.

He killed Alice.

You f***ing snake!

And he killed Nathan.

Look, if you want to know

who killed Alice, she did.

Dylan, I swear to God...

Look, I can prove it.

- He's lying!

- Shut the f*** up!

I know you killed her.

She's dead, and so are you.

Nice shot!

I...

Argh!

F***'s sake.

Time we put you

out of your misery.

Argh!

Argh!

No, no! No! No!

I took the money.

I know.

What?

Yeah?

I'll be there in an hour.

Better make that two.

F***'s sake.

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