Outlaw Page #5

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with each other, whatever you do.

Now, go.

- I said walk!

- Where?

You f***ing walk away now!

- Now go!

- Why?

I said go! Go on, f*** off!

For your own good. Go on.

This is where you were beaten up.

What do you wanna come here for?

Don't matter.

'My client Terrence Manning

has fought tirelessly to clear his name.

'And can return to being an

upstanding member of his community.

'Mr Manning would like to thank his family

and friends for support throughout,

'in particular his wife Joanna,

who has been his rock.

'Mr Manning would like to thank members

of the press who respected his privacy

'around and about the family home.

'Finally, my client

would like to thank the judge

'for the fairness and justness

of his ruling today. '

We're in the papers again.

Says they nearly had him.

Pinned him down somewhere in Essex

and he slipped the net again.

Do you think they'll catch him?

Did he kill anyone apart from Lewis?

He didn't kill Lewis.

Greaves and Manning did.

You know where Bryant is, don't ya?

Frank? Drop it.

You can make a lot of money with that

information. He's on the wanted list.

- Have you spoke to him?

- Stop f***ing driving me mad.

- I'm only asking.

- Where you been, shithead?

Therapy?

It's a shame you lot

never got round to him.

Bryant would have loved

to have dealt with him.

I would have come with you, but it would

have looked weird if we'd both gone.

Hey.

To the groom.

- What a f***ing way to go out, eh?

- I can think of worse ways.

You know what you were saying

in the office about Manning?

You know my brother Andy?

He knows someone

who does a bit of running about for him.

- Said Manning's lying low in the country.

- Who the f*** have you been talked to?

- I told you earlier, friend. Drop it.

- I haven't spoken to anyone, I swear.

- It's just my brother.

- Where in the countryside?

Dunno. I can find out.

Leave me alone.

# Sometimes it's faded

# Assassinated

# For fear of growing old

# We hang on

# Though we try

# It's gone #

- Manning made bail. Where is he?

- Kill me and you won't f***ing know.

Somebody'll talk. They always do.

'He said Manning's lying low

in the country... '

I will.

'The only difference between us is

'I've got the confidence

to fight back. '

Be faithful to her

until death do you part?

No.

Yes? Yes?

There's a phone call for you, Cedric.

Who is it, Lucy?

He didn't give his name.

He said you'd know who it is.

How are you getting on?

I've been better.

You?

Do you wanna do something?

I know how to get to Manning.

Come on! Get him! Get him!

Come on, get back! Back!

What did I tell you?

- Put the gun down, please.

- What... did I tell you?

- You told us not to make contact.

- For your own good.

What were you talking about

at the restaurant with Monroe?

Somebody say something about

Manning? I heard you say Manning.

Tell me what you know, Dekker.

He's in the countryside. I know where.

- How do you know?

- I just do.

What were you planning?

We don't know what else to do

any more.

We'll dump the vehicle and go on foot.

A tree line runs into the garden.

The file says

he drives a black BMW 735i.

And that's our entry sign.

And once we're inside?

Any other questions?

It won't work. What do you think,

he's gonna be waiting for you alone?

Even if you do kill him, they'll find you.

You know where we'll be

if you change your mind.

What about you two?

You've still got lives to go back to.

You could slip under the radar,

forget we ever met.

He's probably right.

Chances are, we won't make it.

Come on.

Something's wrong.

Upstairs.

'Or spend the rest of your lives

getting raped by c*nts like Blair?

'Or having paedophiles

wandering the f***ing playgrounds

'while you smile mute

and pay your f***ing taxes?

'Neither do I.

'I wanna learn how to... '

- Get down on the floor.

- Drop the weapons.

Go! Go!

Come on. Come on.

Over there. Come on.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's just a surface wound.

I'll live.

- What?

- What were you doing with that gun?

You were closer to hitting me than them.

What? I was the one

who shot the marksman, wasn't I?

Bollocks.

You didn't have your safety catch off.

- Rubbish.

- Rubbish, he says. Eh? Rubbish!

You know, Monroe? You know

something? I've never heard you swear.

Takes a lot of doing

for a man in your shoes.

If we go up that way, we're dead.

Make your targets!

Keep it sharp, lads!

Armed police! Stand still!

Get the murdering little f***er! Stop him!

Do it! Kill him!

Sh*t.

Thanks, Mr Manning.

You ain't got the bollocks, son.

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