Terminal Page #6

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You get close to the edge,

and then I can push you...

Time out! Time out, okay?

Okay, fine, fine.

[gasping]

[screams]

What the f*** was that?

Are you out of

your f***ing mind?

What is the worst that

could've happened, Bill?

You'd be dead.

It would all be over.

No more pain,

no more suffering.

No more waiting for a train

that isn't coming.

What if I had just let you fall?

None of this would be happening.

This conversation,

your smoldering anger,

your eloquent

bloody resentment.

Nothing.

Not like that.

I do not want to go like that.

Like what, Bill?

Trains, cars, gunshots,

it's all the same end product.

I think the question

really is,

do you want to go at all?

Standing on the edge really

makes you think, doesn't it?

RAYMOND:

I'll shoot you in the face.

I wish you bloody would,

but you won't.

ANNIE:
Stop thinking, Bill.

Stop reasoning.

Just close your eyes.

Take a last breath

and just walk.

[percussive]

VINCE:
Clock's ticking.

ALFRED:
It's quiet out there.

It's like

a f***ing apocalypse.

[gun c*cks]

VINCE:
Just one round.

What?

I said there's no one around.

Yeah, it's dead.

Like a corpse.

Was that loaded?

[click]

Yeah.

You're dead.

Milk, two sugars.

ANNIE:
What are you waiting for?

[breathing heavily]

That's it.

No. No, I can't.

[gasps]

How disappointing.

Disappointing?

[Bill coughing]

Disappointing?

[coughs]

This is all a f***ing game

to you, isn't it?

Get this through

your little skull, okay?

I am dying.

I am...

I am going to die!

To me, all this is real!

The f***ing hole

in the ground is real!

I'm not standing on the edge.

I am already falling down!

What are you, like, 23, 24?

Young, fit as a fiddle,

immortal?

All your death nonsense

is exactly that.

A load of f***ing nonsense!

Step into the light more,

enjoy nice things.

Stop skulking around

big holes in the ground

and wasting your life

in all-night cafes.

Enough with the facade,

this idle f***ing fantasy!

Go on, Bill. Go on, rage.

Rage against the dying

of the f***ing light!

Did all this death stuff

start when mommy died?

Ah, yeah.

What was it,

an absent father?

A concerned priest, perhaps?

Did you find it was easier

to get attention

if you were the freak,

the weirdo,

the angel-faced kid

with a heart of darkness?

I bet you were a cutter,

weren't you?

I bet you loved

a good razor blade.

Somewhere obvious where

everyone could see the scars.

Did you have a little friend,

a little accomplice?

Somebody you could go off

behind the bike shed with

and burn each other

with cigarettes?

Another little orphan helper

built in your own image,

the two of you

egging each other on?

F***! It's textbook, Annie!

Textbook!

You're two a penny!

I have taught dozens of you

over the years.

I have known silly little girls

like you all my life!

Naughty, naughty little girls

just like you!

[coughing]

Naughty.

I just enjoy watching

you fidget when I say...

Naughty.

Gotcha.

Oh, God!

Have we met before?

You remember now.

Don't you,

Mr. Braithwaite?

I think I would definitely

remember you if we'd met before.

You would thing so,

wouldn't you?

You remember this

naughty little girl?

You remember punishing me,

Mr. B?

Silly, naughty little girls,

enough!

Maybe it's divine retribution.

You know, my sins revisiting me.

I'm sorry.

After lights out,

our little secret.

Did something happen to you

as a child?

I've waited all night

for you to remember me.

All f***ing night,

not two feet away,

just waiting for you

to connect the dots.

Do you wanna know why

you don't have the balls

to kill yourself,

Mr. Braithwaite?

Because you know exactly where

you're going when you die.

[shudders]

Orphans always make the best

victims, don't they, William?

But chalk-stained fingers

leave indelible marks

on little girls' panties.

Consider this

divine retribution.

Burn in hell.

Was that gun loaded,

the one you pointed at me?

VINCE:
Impossible to say

either way.

[phone ringing]

- What's that?

- It's the f***ing phone.

All right.

[ringing continues]

Yes?

Okay.

Got it.

That was Mr. f***ing Franklin.

It's on.

- [phone ringing]

- [snaps fingers]

Yeah.

[ringing continues]

Yes?

ALFRED:

Is this phone in range?

VINCE:

Where's the f***ing target?

ALFRED:
Why aren't you

taking a shot?

There is no shot.

Take the shot, Vince.

What's the problem?

Shut up!

Bottle blonde!

F*** hell's she doing here?

Gotcha.

Put the gun down, Boss.

What the f***ing hell's

going on?

This is what we call

in the trade "a double-cross."

Now put the gun down.

And now sit at the table,

hands where I can see them.

You all right, bottle blonde?

Took your time, sweetheart.

Thought you actually were

gonna let him have a pop at me.

Oh, I think he's been trying

that quite enough recently.

Stop it, Alfred.

Don't be naughty.

Sorry, sugarplum.

Now get yourself over here.

Come and savor

this moment with me.

[hangs up phone]

I see you finally lost

your virginity then.

Congratulations.

Hi, handsome.

You smell different.

My new perfume.

It's intoxicating.

Oh, Jesus Christ, kill me now.

With pleasure.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Tell me something.

What have I ever

done to you, eh?

Vincent Escariot.

Tut, tut, tut.

You'd sell your own partner

down the river

for 30 pieces of silver.

I like loyalty I can buy.

You traitor, you.

What the f***'s it got

to do with you?

Now, now, Vince,

don't be rude.

I think you've been

quite rude enough

to my other half recently.

Your girlfriend's doing all

your thinking now, is she?

Well, f*** you...

and your f***ing whore.

Don't you misunderstand

the situation you're in

for one second, Vincent.

You'll keep a civil tongue

in your head,

or it won't be quick and easy.

It'll be slow and messy.

You are a f***ing

pain in my ass!

As well as being

a double-crossing,

backstabbing,

turncoat traitor.

But guess what.

I've got a new partner now,

Vincent.

And unlike with you,

I just love it

when she fucks me.

This is your doing,

isn't it, bottle blonde?

Oh, yes, Vincent.

I'm the master villain.

VINCE:
F***ing crazy.

The pair of you,

you're both mad, delusional.

F*** you

and your f***ing whore!

You don't have to let him

talk to us like that, handsome.

No.

Your eyes. I saw them...

Bye, Vince.

[Alfred laughs]

- That was fun.

- It was brilliant.

Right. I need a shower

and a change of clothes,

and then I'm taking you

out to dinner.

My treat.

Our first proper date.

Bye-bye, sugarplum.

Bye, handsome.

[knocking]

Ah! Cleaning service.

I'll have the works,

please, mate.

The full spit and polish.

Here's a cherry on top.

Call it an apologetic token

for the little overreaction

the other night, eh?

See you later, Supe.

Ohh...

Hi, handsome.

Hello, sugarplum.

Did you get

your homework done?

- Top of the class.

- Smart girl!

I've got a little

surprise for you.

Are you wearing that stripper

getup under that red coat?

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