The Escapist Page #2

Five minutes of your time,

Two Ton?

I think I may have found you

a challenger.

Domino.

From the minute we're inside,

you breathe.

You don't talk.

That far underground,

banter echoes.

Ignore your thinking.

It'll only be playing tricks.

Things are different down there.

The laundry vent

will take us to here,

top of a sump.

Then we go deep.

There's a drainage tunnel.

Now, we're going to need

to get through that.

After that...

as far as the river.

What river?

We're south, remember?

I can't swim.

No.

We go under it.

There's a reservoir,

under the embankment.

It connects to the rail network.

Once we're on the tracks,

all roads lead to Rome.

Charing Cross.

That's where we surface.

Why so far north?

There's got to be stations closer.

Plenty of exits.

Easy to disappear

if we hit rush hour.

No, before rush hour.

The track goes live at 5:00.

630 volts.

If we're not on the platform by then,

we're tap dancing.

How do you know all this?

How's he know all this?

Because I shoveled sh*t

down there for 12 years.

Oh, busman's holiday for you then.

Okay, how much time?

End bell rings at 9:00.

That gives us

eight hours end to end.

When do we go?

How much do you need?

Three days.

That's good for me.

Then Friday...

...we go.

Oh, one more thing.

Just make sure

you don't get murdered tonight.

[muffled shouting]

There you go.

Proof that David and Goliath

is cock and bullshit.

Wouldn't be too sure.

[metal screeching]

You drop something?

Didn't see you there.

No, you didn't.

Fancy yourself, do you, Frank?

What?

You got permission?

You don't.

F***.

F***.

That's not gonna make Rizza happy.

Trouble is, I open my mouth,

he's likely to piss in yours.

I could sort something, yeah?

Avoid any trouble.

What?

Don't run, Frank.

Don't run.

I can run faster.

Rizza gets wind of this,

he's gonna to make sure

you don't go anywhere

unless you sort me out.

Yeah, that's right.

You off your nut?

First bell tomorrow, Frank.

In your cell, Frank, yeah?

First bell.

Drop it!

Don't you do this!

I will not let you f*** this up!

[door swings open]

Fish and chips drowned in vinegar.

How about that?

You got to be

looking forward to that.

Huh?

Park bench, first day of summer,

nice large portion

of fresh battered cod,

wrapped in newspaper,

watching beautiful girls jog by.

You know what I mean?

No.

You all right?

What?

Tony.

- F***.

- What?

How the f*** did he find out?

What's he want?

Half a key.

Half a f***ing key?

What's that,

a bit a grand's worth?

We got options.

Yeah, I suggest the option

that murders him.

And have Rizza on our backs?

Not a chance.

Tony's untouchable.

Not Tony,

Batista.

We get rid, then pocket his stash.

What do we do then?

We look under his mattress?

Check in his pockets?

The fella's got an operation

going on.

Do you not think

he's smarter than that?

Prick's not made

of f***ing kryptonite.

Nobody's getting their hands

bloodied for Tony.

Nobody.

Are you calling it?

No.

So?

What if a ticket out

is worth something to Batista?

[grunting]

[metal squeaking]

[humming]

Shh!

[muffled shouting]

Half a key?

And you want me to give it to you?

No.

It's a trade.

Who else is going?

Brodie.

And Lenny Drake.

Lenny Drake.

Half a key of kat

cleans me out for a month.

Tony knows that.

So Tony's got a taste for it.

He think you'll kill me for it

or steal it.

Which puts me in a coffin,

or worse if I don't deliver

for Rizza.

Besides, if Tony knows,

then Tony knows.

He's the devil on your back now.

But if you want to trade,

I'll give you a trade.

Kat's a dangerous drug

but deadly when poisoned.

You got it?

If it looks, smells,

and tastes like kat...

Who will know?

No one touches Tony.

- Rizza would...

- Rizza?

Who's gonna tell Rizza?

Junkies die every day.

All right.

That's a trade.

Sh*t!

Brodie, wait!

[screams]

[loud rumbling]

Brodie...

[buzzer sounds]

Lights out.

Smoke?

That was the last time I saw her.

She'll be 21 tomorrow.

# He took a knife #

# and he cut her down #

# And in her bosom #

# these lines he found #

# Oh, what a foolish girl #

# was I #

# to hang myself #

# for a butcher's boy #

# Go dig my grave #

# both wide and deep #

# Put a marble stone #

# at my head and feet #

# And on my grave #

[mournful string music]

# #

# I died for love #

[bell ringing]

This is cozy.

You should wrap a blanket

around him, Frank.

He looks cold.

Give us a minute.

No.

No, he stays.

I like his company.

Got something for me,

have you, Frank?

What's Sikes doing here?

Call it peace of mind.

How do I know

you'll keep your mouth shut?

You're lucky

you're still f***ing standing.

I need a guarantee.

You need what?

It's a trade.

I want a guarantee

you'll keep your mouth shut,

or else there's no deal.

You don't make rules.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Have a burn.

Rizza!

[labored breathing]

Rizza!

Stan?

[alarm blaring]

It's okay, kid.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[knocking on door]

Open the door!

Do it, Perry, now!

Frank.

Frank?

I see something.

What?

Look.

What the...?

What, he came out of nowhere?

What, you couldn't do a thing?

Well, he's a walking corpse now.

- We all are.

- Why?

The kid did the job for us.

Soon as he finds Sikes,

Rizza will get wind of the plan.

Rizza's upwind.

The only thing he knows

is Tony took a fall.

And Lacey?

What happens to him now?

He won't be in the hole for long.

Rizza will make sure of that.

We leave him to Rizza?

Which weighs more, Frank?

A ton of bricks...

or a ton of feathers?

He's a dead man

with or without us, Frank.

[music box plays]

So we leave tomorrow, as planned.

Where are you going?

It's been a while

since my last confession.

[groaning]

Leave it.

Leave it.

4:
00 a.m.

Let's move.

We got one hour

before the tracks go live.

Shh!

Listen.

[dogs barking]

[men shouting]

They've found us.

Let's move!

There's no air!

I can't breathe!

Keep moving!

[gas mask hissing]

[bell ringing]

[approaching footsteps]

Hello, Frank.

Hello, Rizza.

I was sorry about your brother.

Why's that?

Did you kill him?

Well, I had no reason.

Oh, there's always reasons.

He was a junkie.

He was a c*nt.

No one liked him.

Don't smoke, Frank.

Don't like smoke around me.

You got family, Frank?

Yeah.

Any young?

Oh, she's a gorgeous one.

Do you love her?

Family's important.

About the only important thing.

So I'll only ask once.

I won't ask again.

He was taunting the lad.

He had a thing for him.

Tony was over by the doorway,

making moves on him.

Sikes... pulled him

from the doorway.

I heard them arguing, fighting.

After a minute,

the whole Spur was quiet.

You don't have much.

Yet you just subtracted

from what's left.

Rizza.

You lie to me one more time...

They're bringing your boy

out tonight.

I want him in my cell

before closing time.

You bring him.

You got one thing

going for you, Frank.

You're too old to die young.

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