Killer Elite Page #4

but I do know that much.

I convince myself that everything's okay

because when I'm with you, I'm happy.

But then you go away and I realize

that I know nothing about you.

I don't know where you go and

I don't know what you do.

I mean,

you've got a whole other life Danny.

Is there someone else?

Come on Anne.

Well then what is it?

I mean, Jesus,

what are you not telling me?

What are you hiding?

Can we talk about this when I get back?

To hell with it.

F***!

What?

You show me a beautiful woman

and I'll show you a bloke

that's sick of her sh*t.

Shut up.

Roger that.

- That him?

- That's him.

Major Simon.

Served in the Sultan's forces 'til

he was pensioned out four years ago.

And another!

Oi!

What the f*** do you think you're doing?

Piss off, Grandpa.

You want some?

Oh!

Doesn't look like an invalid.

Like I said, a bomb went off

under his jeep.

Scrambled his wiring.

He can't keep a job.

He's a f***ing psycho.

Jesus.

Come on, mate. That's enough.

What's he doing here?

That's the one I went head to head

with at the hospital.

Right.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let's go.

Stick with him.

Mac, it's me. You okay?

Oh, yeah. Still scraping skinheads off

my doorstep.

All right, mate. I was just checking in.

Bloke who drives that green Jag.

What's his name?

His name's Spike Logan.

He's an ex- of some kind.

He got his eye shot out

playing a hero somewhere.

He's got no job and he keeps odd hours.

Hmmm.

Don't you know who these guys are?

I mean, secrets being your bread

and butter.

Don't worry about it.

I do worry about it. You should, too.

Every move my guys make,

these lot are waiting.

If you ask me,

I think it's time you put those fancy

shoes of yours on a few throats.

Yes. But no one is asking you.

You'll be interviewing for

a security position, Mr. McCann.

Right.

Actually we got your name through

a mutual friend in the SAS.

Yeah, really?

So we'll see you Tuesday

the 17th at ten?

Okay.

We look forward to it.

See you then.

All right, my son.

He'll be there.

Good.

I don't get it.

McCann lives here.

He'll be here for the interview,

Tuesday at ten.

He'll take this road.

The Boston Brakes! Perfect!

They weren't perfect in Boston.

I wasn't at the controls!

Got ten days.

Ten days?

Quicker we get this done, the better.

I'm going to need to bring in some help.

Okay.

- Okay? Just like that?

- McCann's being watched.

How you going to

get a confession out of him?

We aren't. We'll fake it.

Bit of bad lighting and camera work.

You can be him.

What we'll do is play

what he admitted to in the reports.

Who are you?

I'm the one they let fly around

in an unmarked chopper

with a gun in my pocket.

You can call me Mfwic.

Mfwic?

Mother F***er What's In Charge.

We have questions.

About this little illegal club of yours.

The Feather Men.

Your attack dog,

time to bring him to heel, eh?

And then we'll put that on the agenda.

Gentlemen.

We'll be with you in a minute.

I want to put Locals on

Major McCann. Around the clock.

I realise McCann is

an old friend of yours.

But what has he to do with us?

But this is our chance to get the

bastards who killed Cregg and Harris!

The authorities found no evidence of

foul play in either case.

What are you talking about, no evidence?

I've got the evidence right here!

Everybody in this room knows that

those men were killed.

Everybody knows that

McCann is going to be next!

That's enough. Spike.

We have to do something!

Well, we could put it to the vote.

Yes, but that would require

the full committee,

and... it'll have to wait.

Spike!

That was a set up! He sent him away!

He knew there'd be a vote!

Spike, please!

Look, listen.

This is getting big.

The powers that be are asking questions.

Pressure is being applied.

They have their reputations to protect.

I'm not doing this to

protect reputations.

You know, a 'light touch' is one thing.

But no touch at all? I can't do this.

You realise this thing is set up

for maximum deniability.

You're the only one who knows

the Locals.

All their orders come through you.

- So?

- So?

This comes out, you're the one

who takes the fall.

Fall? From where?

I am done with this whole

committee thing.

I'm going to find him.

He's a good kid, don't worry.

I'm schtupping his mum.

Does he know he can't bring his mum

on the job?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell your mates in Oman I said hello.

Danny, is this what it was like

when you were first starting?

This is your first job? Jesus.

My first time I puked for

a day afterwards.

I was young and dumb.

Just the way the army likes 'em.

I can be good at this man.

I mean, it's easy, yeah?

Killing's easy.

Living with it's the hard part.

If I see him, I'll give you a bell.

Don't be shy about spreading the

word. There's a very tidy finder's fee.

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

One more and we'll call it a night.

We're on.

He's late.

Just keep me at 75 feet

and give me a clear line of sight.

Yeah, okay.

Where'd you buy your licence!

On his tail. Doing sixty.

You'll have a visual on Danny

in one minute.

Stay with him, Jake.

I got him, I got him.

We have target in sight.

I'm going to miss it.

Come on, get in! Get in behind him!

Just do it, get in!

There's not enough room!

Push him!

I can't get in there!

Okay then, overtake him! Go! Pass him!

What the hell you doing Meier?

I need a range countdown.

Meier, don't screw this up.

I'll operate looking backwards.

Relax, Meier.

Davies will give you the countdown.

Four hundred meters.

Okay, range me.

Three hundred meters.

Lane Meier.

Two hundred meters.

Here he comes.

One hundred meters.

Now! Now, now, now!

Shut up!

Fishtail! Fishtail!

Argh!

Oh! Oh!

You f***ing got him.

You got him man!

Oh f***, he's dead. He's dead as Elvis.

You got him, man!

Stop the car!

We gotta be sure Elvis has left

the building!

Target had a minder!

Head to the exit point!

Bring him to me!

He had a f***ing minder!

F***, you got him, man!

- You got him!

- Just shut up! Drive!

Go, go, go!

Who is he?

I don't know. Give me an update, Davies.

Oh, man, he's coming fast!

Up here there's a yard.

Take a left. Sh*t.

Up here to the left. Keep going!

Hold on.

Come in, Davies!

Davies, where the f*** are you?

Got you, you bastards!

F*** this! Go, go!

Here he comes. Here he comes!

Get out of the car!

Where the f*** do you guys come from?

- Step away from the car.

- Easy.

Take it easy.

Check the car! Slowly!

No no no!

Argh! No!

No ID. Nothing. Not a f***ing thing.

Who the f*** is he?

It shouldn't have happened.

It should not have f***ing happened!

Take it easy Danny.

Danny.

Take it easy?

We were out of there, clean! Done!

Look, I'm getting nothing.

Campbell's not picking.

- Is there anything at your end?

- F***!

No, still no sign.

- Who are these bastards?

- We've got a burnt Volvo here.

I don't know

but they're looking for their man.

And they're not legit.

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