Terminal Page #4
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You know what?
bottle blonde.
Evening, gorgeous.
These are for you.
You're in trouble, Alfred.
I'm always in trouble,
sugarplum.
Spare me the heroics.
You're in real trouble.
Targeted,
shot in the back of the head
unless you pay attention
trouble.
I'm listening.
Good, because I like you.
You're handsome,
and you're chivalrous,
and I like your jaw.
It's manly.
I want to keep you.
- Well, I think you're...
- Shut up.
Understood.
There's someone here to see you.
Listen to what he's got to say
or that handsome face of yours
will have a gaping exit wound
slap bang in the middle of it.
- Okay.
- Good.
Come on out.
He's not gonna bite.
[door slides closed]
Hello?
[ringing]
[ring]
MR. FRANKLIN:
Good evening, Vincent.
Mr. f***ing Franklin,
I presume.
- The very same.
- Let me get this straight.
You drag me out
in the middle of the night,
halfway across the city,
freezing cold,
up 20 flights of rickety stairs
just so that you can speak to me
on the f***ing phone?
Who says mystery's a lost art?
Yeah, fair enough.
Now, the contract.
You and your partner
start tomorrow.
The target will be
lured to this window.
It faces the apartment
where you will be waiting.
One shot to the head.
A clean kill. No mistakes.
Now, I have another deal,
a side part, for you.
VINCE:
Okay, go on.MR. FRANKLIN:
When you'veexecuted the contract,
I want you
to kill your partner.
Why?
I don't like crowds.
And I like loyalty I can buy.
Double the original offer,
in cash.
What you want,
his head on a silver platter?
trigger finger will suffice.
I'm offering you double
the money and a one way split.
I believe I can trust
your mercenary greed.
Now, do we have a deal?
Yeah.
Consider it done.
MR. FRANKLIN:
Good.Where'd you get ahold
of that there thing?
Where the f***
did you get that?
Stop it, Alfred.
He's just the messenger.
Who is about to get very shot
on the count of three.
One, two...
Locker!
Locker in the terminal!
Black briefcase.
Note inside.
A man...
A man paid me.
An envelope with money.
Please don't kill me!
- Three.
- [gun clicks]
Now f*** off.
Go on.
F***!
F***, f***, f***, f***!
F***er!
[sighs]
Feel better?
[groans]
It's all bullshit, isn't it?
No job, no hit.
Oh, no, handsome.
There most definitely was a hit.
Me?
Not anymore.
We can find a new target.
We?
Now tell me something,
sugarplum.
Aren't you part of
this whole conspiracy?
I told you.
I like you.
I need someone
to butter my buns for.
Well, I suppose I do need
a new partner now, don't I?
My old one seems to have
become rather untrustworthy.
But I will warn you, Alfred.
I'll need a firm hand and a
regular lash of the tongue.
I can't wait
to have you under me.
Good.
Let's have a cup of tea
and plot our bloody revenge.
You tidy that up.
I'll put the kettle on...
partner.
The way I see it,
you've got two options.
Go on.
Option A:
suicide.I see. And B?
Well, you've got to hear
the case for Option A first.
- I do?
- You do.
I'm all ears.
- You're dying.
- Apparently.
- Not really.
You're miserable, touchy.
Quite frankly,
not great company.
Oh, thank you.
Want my advice?
No.
Just end it.
Have you ever considered
counseling?
you're bombarded with
a series of hazardous
and potentially life-ending
situations to choose from.
Jump in front of a bus.
Have a bath with your toaster.
Fall on your butter knife.
Tall buildings,
rivers, bridges, trains.
There are more ways
to end your life
than there are ways to live it.
All this pissing around
in train stations
in the middle of the night
would be over.
End this nothing,
and all it takes is some balls.
And my immortal soul?
Overrated.
Overrated?
Have you done something to put
your immortal soul in jeopardy?
Well, there you go then.
Nothing to worry about.
Are you Catholic?
Yeah.
[coughing]
Religious?
[coughing]
Oh, f*** me.
Oh, sorry. Um...
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
To be honest, I can't recall
the last time I took confession.
I think it's more than 10,
but less than 20.
Days?
Months?
Not years, surely.
Don't get pissed off at me
for telling you the truth.
That's just mean.
If I'd known you were like this,
I would've just said three days
and taken my chances
with the Almighty.
[coughs]
Sorry.
That was uncalled for.
I apologize.
Are you still there?
[sniffing]
I know you're there.
I can smell sherry.
[flicks lighter]
Define religious.
Lolly?
I'll take that
as a big fat no.
Maybe it's divine retribution.
Oh, yeah, that sounds tasty.
You know,
my sins revisiting me
and my past
coming back to haunt me...
I'm all ears, William.
Let me hear your confession.
Repent and thou shalt be saved!
That's not even from the Bible.
Okay, that is the graffiti
that's written on the bus stop
opposite the terminal.
That's disappointing.
That's pretty much my entire
knowledge of scripture.
Try this one:
Repent, turn back,
and thy sins
will be blotted out.
Not really as catchy, is it?
[laughs]
How's my case
for suicide progressing?
Am I quaking your foundations?
You're giving me a headache.
Oh, how's this for a headache?
Take a pencil,
jam into tabletop,
slam head down onto pencil,
dead in five seconds.
- That's foul.
- Isn't it?
And every time
I suggest this to someone,
they think it goes
up your nose.
You've suggested this
more than once?
It can't go up your nose.
That's impossible.
Think about
the trajectory involved.
It would go in your eyeball,
right?
Through the socket,
into your brain.
I... Well, it depends on the
angle of the head, I suppose.
Let's test the theory.
It's not very sharp, is it?
Use your fancy pen then.
It's heavier.
Nib's sharper than yours.
Probably get it further into
the table, better purchase.
It would feel more proper,
wouldn't it?
More ceremonial.
A pen does have more purpose
than a pencil.
More stature.
Definitely a better choice.
Definitely,
and how resonantly poetic.
impaled on his own fountain pen.
It's epic.
It's inspired.
We've cracked it!
Time, place, method,
it's all there.
Don't you think
it'd be a bit painful?
You're missing the point.
Hmm?
Get it?
- Brilliant.
- God, you're not very keen.
Do you want to
kill yourself or not?
I'm not so sure now.
Oh, pathetic.
Can I have that pen then?
I never had one like that.
- No.
- Why?
Because it's mine.
Thought you were
about to top yourself?
What do you need a pen for?
Come on, please. It'll be
like you left it for me.
- Bequeathed it, not left.
- Oh, my God.
Shut up!
I'm taking the pen.
You've got no use for it,
and I want it.
Here, you can have my pencil
to make up for your loss, okay?
Done, swapped, over.
[rock]
ALFRED:
How long have
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