Sitting Target Page #4

Are you swimming up there,

or something?!

Chop her tits off, one day!

You're a squealing pig, Marty.

Hello, Marty.

Why don't you go

in the bathroom?

They always say

it's better out, than in.

Harry... Harry... Steady!

Plenty of time for that.

Come on... drink up, Marty...

You've got some phoning to do.

What about?

Who to?

Sophie, of course.

What can SHE do?

Come on, we'll go downstairs

and talk about it, eh?

No, not until I know where

my Sophie's got involved...

MY Sophie?!

The ever-loving husband, now, eh?

Alright...

Well, it's that money

you've got at home, Marty.

The stuff the income-tax man

don't know about.

Those horses you fixed.

We want Sophie

to bring it ALL here.

Simple?

And the kids, too.

Eh, Marty?

No... I can't do that to her.

Or my family... oh no!

No, Harry...

Now that's not right!

He can't do that...

He can't do that, Harry!

No, I won't.

It's not right! It's not right!

Well you got some thinking

to do, mate!

Marty!

Stop moaning, you!

Be quiet!

Good riddance!

Goodbye to our money!

Alright...

What about Sophie?

Surely we can make HER cough.

She must know where it is.

It's possible.

No, she'd...

She'd want to speak to Marty...and...

...he's talking to somebody else

isn't he?

I'm sorry to get you in

so deep, Birdy.

Oh, come on Harry...

We go back a long way.

Anyway...

There's a first time

for everything.

But we'll need cash, boy.

You're gonna need real cash

for this, boy...

I mean, to get away from here.

Who from?

We're not exactly welcome,

anywhere.

Especially now.

Yeah, but them $200,000 are...

...every one of them...

...split!

Down the middle.

Are you bribing me,

Harry Lomart?!

No, I'm not, Birdy Williams!

But you listen to me.

Milton's expecting Gold

to meet him, with us.

At his place.

Which means Pat's place, her flat...

will be very open.

We can finish it,

can't we, Birdy?

Oh, you've got a plan?!

I have!

From the start.

Done.

Takes up hardly any room at all,

that 200,000...does it?

Make it good.

We'll take it nice, steady and slow.

Out the back.

Did you get the money?

Some of it!

You bastard!

You bloody bastard!

I'm glad you got the message.

Why didn't you stop him shooting?

- He could've killed me!

- How could I, eh?

He wouldn't let me go along...

So I had to follow.

Come here!

Who got shot?

A policewoman.

She dead?

I didn't stop to look.

Did WE take Harry

to the cleaners, eh?!

We took everybody!

You should have seen Milton's face

after I smashed up the flat!

He would have done

ANYTHING for me!

Would you do ANYTHING for HIM?

Do you mind...

When I was supposed to be pregnant!

Was I glad to get rid of

that phony baby!

See, I told you...

He'd lead us to the money...

- Birdy, it's Harry...I told you!

- Bastard must be made out of concrete!

- Come on...hurry!

- What do you think I'm doing?!

Harry!

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