Terminal Page #8

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that made you dance.

We knew exactly

what would get your attention

and that you couldn't resist

hearing our confession.

I need a teeny, weeny donation,

Mr. Nigel Illing.

Mr. Franklin, I must confess,

I've been a naughty girl.

Meet me at

St. Catherine's Church.

MR. FRANKLIN:
This is

a well-conceived venue.

I want your work,

your contracts, all of it.

I'm afraid you're out of luck.

I've been recommended

another interested party

to take care of my problems.

I'm better.

I highly doubt it.

You men, with your bad suits

and your pumiced hair,

you're utterly predictable.

I reckon to the point

of carelessness.

Yes.

Me?

I'm the switchblade

in the garters,

the stiletto in the stilettos.

I'm the surprise

they never see coming.

Who says mystery's a lost art?

Who'd have thought?

We're Daddy's little girls,

after all.

And now we stand on

the brink of our vengeance,

on the cusp

of the wildest of justice.

You are my daughters, yeah?

In blood only, Daddy.

Don't get too attached.

Mommy has to be avenged.

Tell us, Daddy, are you familiar

with the science of lobotomy?

Much maligned

in this day and age,

but somehow rather

fitting in this scenario,

don't you think?

Please, girls.

Anything.

I'll do anything.

But not this, please!

Not this.

I beseech you

in your mother's name!

I am your father!

No, no, no.

Far too little, far too late.

- [screams]

- Shh, Daddy, easy.

I've got you.

Try not to fight.

The time has come,

the walrus said,

to speak of many things,

like shoes and ships

and sealing wax,

cabbages and kings.

[screaming]

An eye for an eye, Daddy.

[screaming]

The coup de grce

is yours, dear sister.

The nail in the coffin.

Send Mr. Franklin

to Wonderland.

Night-night, Daddy.

- Perfect.

- Perfect.

Follow me

Follow me

I'll show you how

How to run

this deadly town

And get mad

Put that money, money,

money in the bag

Put that money, money,

money in my hands

And get running, running,

running out fast

And get running,

running, running

'Cause I'm a silent

I'm a silent killer

And I'm coming

Yeah, I'm coming for you

So be frightened

Yeah, be frightened of me

'Cause I'm coming

Yeah, I'm coming for you

I'm a silent killer

[whistling "Danny Boy"]

The Queen of Hearts

She knows your sin

She breathes it out

She breathes it in

The Queen of Hearts

She sees your soul

Upon your breath

The alcohol

The Queen of Hearts

She'll bleed you dry

But when you're cleansed

The crown will cry

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