Terminal

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[whistling "Danny Boy"]

[door closes]

[footsteps]

ANNIE:
There is a place

like 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're

supposed to smoke in here.

ANNIE:
Guess I've sinned

again 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 afraid

you'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]

Filet steaks and a robust red

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]

No trains till tomorrow now.

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.

Are there any freight trains

coming through here

- between now and then?

- Naw.

No freight trains here.

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

our delicious sticky buns?

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,

a crisp five pound note.

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?

You going to butter me

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

is their next dirty one

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

to the concept of small talk?

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.

All signs point to

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]

Is there anything else?

[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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