Killer Elite Page #5

Jake, call this number.

Tell the Agent we need a clean up

crew here ASAP.

And wire that radio into my car.

Gimme here!

So that's it then.

Yeah. Done.

I'll fly out tonight.

You should get going, too.

They're close.

What happens to Meier's cut?

There has to be somebody.

Poor sod. I'll have a hooker for him.

He'd like that.

Yeah.

Be safe.

You too, Davies.

I'm sorry. I'm still looking for,

but it looks bad.

Thank you sir. If there's anything else

Room service. Something exotic.

Yeah?

I found your Welshman.

You sure it's him?

I'm sure.

- Hell!

- F***ing

Get up. Get dressed.

Move! Move! Get up!

Don't say a word to anyone.

Do you understand?

You killed Simon, didn't you?

Yeah, and Campbell! Where is he,

you f***er?

Never heard of him!

That all you got?

Yeah Spike.

We got the Welshman.

We're bringing him to you now. Over.

Nice work Pennock. Well done.

I'm looking forward to meeting

the bastard.

Urrgh!

Hey, Spike's going to cut your dick off

and shove it in your mouth.

You like that?

I like the sound of that, yeah.

- Do you? Yeah.

- Yeah I do.

Get in the van. Get in.

Come on. Get in.

F*** me, you're kidding.

Come on, get in!

There you are, you prick!

Oi!

Get out of the road you f***ing idiot!

- Open up!

- Piss off!

Oi! Oi wait!

Boss?

What am I meant to do with that?

He had this on him.

Oh, a phone number. Great work.

That pile of mince meat was

our best chance of finding out

who these bastards are!

Print him. And trace that bloody number.

You f***ing idiots!

Drop it.

Left hand. The gun. On the floor.

Kick it to me.

The Welshman.

They were bringing him to you.

Where is he?

He didn't make it.

You. You do it?

A truck. He made a break for it.

He got lucky.

It would've been very slow otherwise.

Yeah, well that was my f***ing friend!

Yeah? And McCann was mine.

And what about f***ing

Cregg

No.

Davies. Meier. Harris.

McCann. Cregg. Campbell.

Too many names on that list.

Don't go adding yours. Spike.

Inside.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

After tonight I don't exist.

What the f*** is that supposed to mean?

It's over. Done.

You think so?

No uniform. No war. Not special.

You don't know what to do with yourself.

Nobody knows what to do with you. Right?

Wrong.

You know my name, but you don't know me.

You have no idea

who you're f***ing with.

Really?

Don't follow me.

Don't put your name on that list.

The third confession.

The killers have been killed.

Now you can go home.

You can have your man.

You will get the money

when it's been checked.

Bring him out.

Bring him out!

Let me put...

I just want to put my watch on.

What's the matter with you?

- You right?

- Yeah.

What's the plan?

We get out of here.

Okay. Sounds good.

I was sure you were going to

get yourself killed, Kiddo.

How the hell did you do it?

How'd you pull it off?

I don't want to talk about it.

I get it. But thank you.

Not for me but for my kids.

For them having a dad.

I can never thank you enough for

what you did. Never.

Yeah you can.

You can get out of the business.

Be done with this sh*t.

No more ing. No more mercenary work.

All right.

Okay, okay.

I'm asking you, please.

Tell me you're done.

I'm done. I'm out.

Good. Well stay out.

Otherwise all this is for nothing.

So how are the Yankees doing?

You could've called.

You wouldn't have answered.

No. Sorry about that.

You're sorry?

It's me who should be sorry.

So it's over? You going back again?

No.

And you're ready to tell me everything?

Whatever you want to know.

Good.

Except I don't want to know.

Not anymore.

I've... I've missed you, Danny.

I don't really care about the past.

I just care about now.

Hey boss.

All right Cal?

That phone number.

That was a business.

It's for some sh*t travel agent.

Runs mercenaries in and out of

every sh*t-hole in the world.

Come in.

Hello?

Hello, Danny.

Where'd you get this number?

Please Danny

don't insult my professionalism.

What do you want?

We got a problem with the job.

The job's done.

No. You killed the wrong guy.

There's one more to go.

I busted my nuts setting this job up

and I want my ten percent.

No. I did what I had to do.

Tell that to the Sheikh.

He wants a London meet with his son.

Check with your girlfriend before

you make any rash decisions, eh?

What are you doing? Come to bed.

Come with me, Anne.

What?

To Paris.

You can wait for me there

while I'm in London.

Leave tomorrow.

Nothing's keeping you here, right?

I... it's the middle of the night.

You can't do this...

Anne. Anne! They know about you.

Who knows about me?

And about us.

When will this be over?

Soon.

If all goes well.

It will, won't it?

Danny.

Keep a good eye on her, huh?

Listen, don't do this on your own.

No other way.

Davies? Meier? All this heat on you?

C'mon. Let's just get in the car

and go to London.

Hit the airport and that's it

No. We have a deal remember?

What, do you think I can't cut this?

Is that it?

I mean I'm not a babysitter. Come on.

I need to know she's safe.

You're the only one I trust.

This is bullshit. You could run.

Both of you. Just go. Come on.

Everyone gets found. You know that.

You're gonna get yourself killed kiddo.

Thanks for doing this.

You got to be kidding me.

- Welcome back to London, sir.

- Thank you, sir.

You tell the old man

he threatens her again,

I'll put it between his eyes.

Harris. The pilot.

On his film

he said another killed my brother.

He was winding us up.

He thought it was some kind of a joke.

This was just published.

The author served with the SAS.

He describes an ambush where

he killed a guerrilla leader.

Harris did not kill Hussein.

You gave me his name.

You said he was guilty.

Well, such is Allah's will.

Allah's will!

You had me kill an innocent man.

The book will be

the real killer's confession.

Now my father needs

I know what your father needs!

I need everything

you can get on a Ranulph Fiennes.

Yeah, writer. Ex-SAS.

LGM Travel. How can I help you?

What you got?

I got Fiennes.

He's still pushing his book on Oman.

He'll be doing a press bash on Tuesday.

Tuesday?

I know it's a bit short notice but

I'll be able to pull a crew together.

No. I'll do this on my own.

Danny, are you sure?

It's just a phone call.

I guess he's sure.

B - I - N - G f***ing O.

I knew I'd find you, you bastard.

Do you mind if I sit down?

You looked lonely.

You're Danny's friend.

The famous Hunter.

He say nice things?

What are you doing here?

Watching you.

You should be with him.

I tried. Didn't work.

He wanted me here to protect you.

And you looked like

you needed protecting.

From what?

You.

You're thinking about him

not coming back. What happens then.

No. I...

I have a wife. I know the look.

We've known each other through thick

and thin,

Danny and I. Celine, my wife,

she loves him. My kids love him.

I mean, wild animals like Danny. Yeah.

I know Danny's going to

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