Revolver Page #7

I swear to you, I have no idea where he is.

It's all right.

That's it. That's better. That's better.

I still don't believe you.

You can't trust anyone.

They're out to destroy me.

They're out to destroy you.

- You can't trust anyone.

- I can't trust anyone.

Can't let Gold down.

He'll finish the business.

Then he'll finish me.

He's coming.

I won't see it coming.

He's coming. And I won't see it coming.

There's a woman here to see you, Mr. D.

Said she cannot wait.

Don't tell me her name.

- Says she works for Gold.

- Don't tell me her name. Anyone but her.

- What's her name?

- Walker.

Anyone but her.

And everybody thought you were

such a disgusting man, Mr. Macha.

Here it comes. Here it comes.

Mr. Gold wishes to extend his respect

for such a magnanimous gesture.

But he was wondering...

- That's a wreath.

- That's a f***ing wreath.

...if you can afford the time to give so generously,

why you haven't had time

to conclude our business?

Everything's under control. I need more time.

It's anything but under control,

isn't it, Mr. Macha?

Mr. Gold doesn't give more time.

And he doesn't give second chances.

You will be hearing from him.

Good day.

"Good day?" What the f*** does that mean?

What the f*** does that mean?

Who the f*** do you think you're talking to?

Some f***ing street hustler?

If he wants to meet me, you send him here

and we'll see what he has to say.

I'll kill 'em, I'll kill all of 'em.

I'll kill 'em first.

They'll kill us first, they'll f***ing annihilate me.

Beg, beg. Take it back, beg, beg.

Beg, you idiot.

Wait, wait. I didn't mean what I just said.

"Good day?" What the f*** does that mean?

That means he's going to end my game

and I won't see it coming.

I'm going to make this fair.

This...

...is for you.

These...

...for me.

One good chop, and you'll make the sink.

OK, that's enough.

Question me again, Sorter,

and we will have a falling out.

Tell me what's happening, Lou.

I got tired of waiting by the car, so I went inside.

Paul, he was getting excited,

you know how he does.

He started messing with the little girl's hair.

Out of nowhere, Sorter shot him.

Your daddy loves you so much.

- Shot who?

- Paul.

Then he turned the gun on the two bodyguards,

both gone in a blink of an eye.

Listen to me, sweetheart.

None of this is real.

It's just a game that the grown-ups are playing.

Now what I want you to do,

I want you to get in the cupboard

and I want you to put your fingers in your ears,

and it'll be all over before you know it.

Do as the man says, babe.

Put your fingers in your ears

and go in the cupboard.

Good girl.

Pull yourself together, man.

Sorter, we're going to have to take the girl.

Of course you have.

Now all you've got to do is come and get her.

I'm the only one left.

Where's the girl?

What are we doing here?

One last treat,

and bring the powder.

Jake Green is in the Casino.

How the f*** does he know?

Why are we here?

You have a meeting.

Got a little time to spare.

Let's have a game.

Bring him up.

You know what's so elegant

about this little game, Jake?

Nobody knows where the enemy is.

They don't even know he exists.

He's in every one of their heads.

And they trust him...

...because they think they are him.

If you try to destroy him to save them,

they'll destroy you to save him.

It's beautiful, man.

You have to admire the opponent's elegance.

Check.

You're quite good at this game, Mr. Green.

I know because I'm quite good at this game.

Check.

Check.

Check.

The art is for me to feed pieces to you,

and make you believe you took those pieces,

because you're smarter and I'm dumber.

Checkmate.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

You can't see what's right in front of you.

I never saw or spoke to those boys

in all those years,

but you know

I would have died for either one of them.

One was a chess master,

the other a master conman.

Dangerous combination, chess and cons.

Those two knew everything about me.

All my dirty little secrets,

how much money I had, where I kept it.

Hustling bastards cleaned me out.

My neighbors used to write down chess moves

and concepts of the con

in the back pages of books based on subjects

like The Mathematics Of Quantum Mechanics.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

We were all going to go together,

they swore to me.

"You're coming with us, Jake."

We were always going to take you with us, Jake.

You just weren't ready to hear

how hard that was going to be.

We didn't do this because we like you.

We did this because...

...we are you.

Time for that meeting.

Give him what he wants.

I'm sure that will make him very happy.

I know you're still there,

cos I can feel you dying.

I can hear you, tapping me for a little nutrition.

Now who's clucking for a fix?

Think it's a little tight in here, do you?

You're not wrong,

cos the walls are moving in.

No food here, not today, sunshine.

My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed.

Jog on, slide off.

Find someone else to fill your pipe,

someone who won't see you coming

or know when you're there.

You think I'm an evil man.

You think I am an evil man, don't you?

Rachel, look at me, honey.

Think I don't know your f***ing game?

I do, I know your game,

I see your game, I am your game.

Rachel, look at me, baby.

You don't play by the rules, Mr. Green.

You like to play silly games with my head,

don't you?

- You're a f***ing survivor,

- A winner.

- You're a p*ssy drowning in his own sh*t.

- Shut up and leave me alone.

He chose his hiding place very carefully.

I can't let him kill me.

You're weak. It's too late.

You're a dead man anyway.

You'll be dead before dawn.

The word "excuse" does not exist

in Sam Gold's lexicon.

This is Sam Gold I found myself chained to.

Mr. Black Magic.

Mr. "l-run-this-game" Gold.

We can't see Gold.

Apparently, no-one sees Gold.

No-one gets away from Gold.

Get control of yourself.

It's anything but under control,

isn't it, Mr. Macha?

He's going to kill me, he'll kill me.

Where's your pride? Where's your pride?

I'd rather kill myself than let him kill me.

Why isn't he scared? He's just staring at me.

- You'll be hearing from him.

- But he can't kill a dead man.

But he can't kill a dead man,

can he?

He can't kill a dead man, can he?

You can't even do it, can you?

The greatest con that he ever pulled

...was making you believe...

...that he is you.

SkyFury

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