Terminal
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- 2018
- 95 min
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[whistling "Danny Boy"]
[door closes]
[footsteps]
ANNIE:
There is a placelike no other on Earth.
A land full of wonder,
mystery,
and danger.
Some say to survive it,
you need to be
as mad as a hatter,
which luckily...
I am.
Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
MAN:
Easy, sweetheart.MAN:
I don't think you'resupposed to smoke in here.
ANNIE:
Guess I've sinnedagain then.
MAN:
What is it that you want?You know exactly what I want.
I want your work,
your contracts, all of it.
MAN:
I'm afraidyou're out of luck.
I've been recommended another
interested party to handle my...
[chuckles]
liquidations.
I'll make you a wager.
These other interested parties,
I'll set them on one another
like starving rats in a cage,
and you can
watch through the bars.
Give me a fortnight.
I'll have them both dead
at your feet.
If I win, I get your work.
All of it.
If you win,
you get to make me the
interested party that's dead.
Deal?
MAN:
Deal.ANNIE:
Wait.I need a little favor.
I need you
to find someone for me.
[film noir]
MAN:
Let the games begin.[knocking]
for supper, is it?
F*** off, you punk.
Don't do that.
It's dangerous.
I've got an open blade here.
Stick it in your mouth.
Maybe it will keep you quiet.
Why are you shaving?
Two weeks we've been in here
all day and all night,
and suddenly
you're putting your face on.
What's all that about?
I've got a date later.
Have you? Bollocks.
Only date you've got is with
a camp bed and your right hand,
you wanker.
[whistling "Danny Boy"]
[whistling continues]
404 going north,
calling all stations
until termination.
Have a pleasant trip.
I'm not going north.
I just need a train.
Train?
- Yes.
- Where you going?
Nowhere.
I just need a train.
- Why?
- Never you mind!
There's no need for rudeness.
[coughing]
I'm so sorry.
That was, um...
That was unnecessary.
A man...
who needs a train...
but not the journey...
is a man with a problem.
Indeed.
coming through here
- between now and then?
- Naw.
Of course.
Yeah.
404 going north,
calling all stations
until termination.
Well, the 404
seems like an age away,
and it's not time
I'm trying to kill.
End of the Line Cafe
situated on
the station concourse,
open 24 hours a day.
Why not purchase one of
Only 30 pence.
You're peculiar.
And you're staring
at an empty platform
in a deserted station
in the middle of the night,
waiting for a train
that isn't coming.
Touch.
End of the Line it is.
[coughing]
[sighing]
[coughs]
- [whistles]
- [coughing continues]
Give us your money,
you old bastard, or I'll do you!
What? No! Absolutely not!
- You think I'm kidding?
- I didn't say that.
I just feel like
you lack preparation is all.
[gun c*cks]
How's this for preparation?
Now give him your wallet
and your watch. Now!
I'll tell you what.
I'll buy the gun off you.
I've got a fiver here,
Take it or leave it.
Raymond, hurry up!
What do you want me
to do, Lenny?
- He's not cooperating.
- Lenny?
- You are?
- Raymond.
Raymond. Now listen to me
very, very carefully.
I've made what I believe to be
a perfectly reasonable offer.
Now you're going
to make a few quid,
and I'm in need of a gun.
Now, is it loaded?
What do you mean,
is it loaded?
I mean, are there
any bullets in it?
Of course it's loaded!
Really?
No, it's not loaded.
- Ah.
- Ray!
- For Christ's sakes!
- What?
It's not, is it?
This is ridiculous.
- Hey, where you going?
- Stay there you or I'll...
Or what? What, Lenny?
to death?
I'm very disappointed
in both of you.
You've let me down,
and you've let yourselves down.
Something to think about,
isn't it?
Good night.
F***ing piss me off sometimes,
you do.
Why did you tell him
there were no bullets for?
[arguing continues]
[clock ticking]
You can't smoke in here.
Well, there's
no one else in here.
They're not smoking either,
are they?
[coughs] Can I have another cup
of coffee then? This one's cold.
That's because you've been
playing with it for 20 minutes.
- Can I have another one?
- Sure. 40 pence.
Have a heart.
I just got mugged.
39 then.
I'm in a giving mood.
[coughing]
So shines a good deed
in a naughty world.
Naughty?
As in spank me gently,
I've been a naughty girl?
No, not that kind of naughty.
As in tie me to the bedposts
because I've been so naughty?
I think that qualifies
as the same kind of naughty.
I know.
I just enjoy watching you fidget
when I say "naughty."
Have we met before?
Why? Do I look familiar?
[coughing]
Are you all right?
Do you need your medicine?
Well, tell me which one.
You've got to be kidding me.
Medicinal purposes.
Nice. Go on then.
How about that coffee?
[distant woman screams]
Listen to this.
"Curvaceous,
cream-skinned belle
seeks sleek Romeo
for candlelit romance
and walks in the moonlight.
City based."
See, that's code, that is.
That's deviants' code.
Pervert poetry.
Translates to "Fat bird
wants outside seeing-to
late at night." See?
Well, that is funny.
"Slight, retiring
young gentleman
seeks decisive, practical lady
to draw him from his shell.
Friendship and romance.
Suburban residence."
Translation:
Skinny pencil-dick
seeks dominatrix
for abuse and humiliation.
Has own dungeon.
World's gone to sh*t,
and all anyone can think about
down the docks.
There it is, though.
There it is
in black and white.
So...
what's wrong with you?
I beg your pardon?
You're hardly the picture
of health. What's wrong?
You don't want to know.
I'm fascinated.
- Tell me.
- What's wrong with you?
I have an unquenchable bloodlust
for darkness and depravity.
That's nice.
Is it cancer?
No, no.
[coughs]
Has anyone ever introduced you
Well, what is it
if it's not cancer?
They don't know.
No way.
That is brilliant.
You're a bit odd, aren't you?
Unquestionably, but death
is by far the best bit.
- Of what?
- Of life!
Did you read that
in a birthday card?
You're funny.
All right,
let's examine the facts.
It's terminal, your sides hurt,
and you cough badly.
malignant tumor damage.
You're not in denial about it,
are you?
You're not desperately searching
for another explanation?
BILL:
I'm dying?Yeah.
No, thanks.
But you don't know...
why or how?
No.
Will it be painful?
Oh, no.
Well, how can you be sure?
Painkillers.
[bottle clattering]
[telephone ringing]
[ringing continues]
Lolly?
It's definitely not cancer.
Okay. I don't want to
waste my time diagnosing you
if it's going to be some
run of the mill cancer thing.
Who says I need diagnosing?
You're dying.
Painfully, apparently.
And they don't know
why or what of.
It just sounds
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