The Hit Page #3

Yeah, but he's not meant

to have accidents.

Perhaps he's slipping.

- Yeah, well, I ain't slipping.

- Well, I'm counting on that, son.

Get inside.

You all right, Mr. Braddock?

[Sobbing]

Dios.

The grass was trying to wind me up.

I told him.

Shut him up.

We'll take care of her later, eh?

When it's dark.

You sure we gotta take care of her?

I mean, we can't just find

somewhere quiet, let her go?

- I ain't goir soft or nothing.

- She's seen me.

It's gonna be all right,

innit, Mr. Braddock?

Sure.

[Murmurs]

[Murmurs]

[Whispering]

I don't understand what she's saying.

She wants to stop,

do some shopping.

- What?

- She needs to get some new clothes.

What for?

She had a bit of

an accident back there.

Christ.

How about it, Mr. Braddock?

It can't be very comfortable.

Well, I don't want to sit next to it.

I think we should stop.

- Yee-hoo!

- [Man Speaking Spanish]

[Man #2 Speaking Spanish]

[Men Chattering In Spanish]

- Size 10, mate.

- Oh.

Hope they fit.

It's the best I could find.

These are fine.

Think we should find

a rubbish dump or something.

[Willie Laughs]

That could have been a mistake,

Mr. Braddock.

Could have been a clue or something.

[Willie Chuckles]

[Men Chattering In Spanish]

Buenos das, inspector.

I don't know what's wrong with it.

I know I said I knew about cars,

but I don't really.

- Well, not a lot.

- Shall I give it a try?

- You know about cars then?

- Well, I was a driver, wasrt I?

- Shut up.

- Give it a try.

[Engine Cranking]

And again.

[Engine Cranking]

Okay. Give us a tick.

[Inales Deeply, Exhales]

Couple of minutes, Mr. Braddock.

So far, so good, hey?

Right, Myron.

[Engine Starts]

Nice one, fearless.

It'd kill him to thank me, wouldn't it?

[Laughs]

No lip, you.

I don't half fancy a beer, Mr. Braddock.

All right, beers all around then.

[Men Chattering In Spanish]

[Tv:
Man Announcing,

Crowd Cheering]

[Chattering Continues]

[Laughing]

[Myron]

You all right?

[Laughing]

Four beers, please, mate.

- Cmo?

- Four beers.

[Spanish]

- Four. Four beers.

- Cerveza?

That's it. Four.

- Cuatro cervezas.

- Yeah.

All right.

- [All Laughing]

- [Mimicking] All right.

Mister. Mister!

Cuatro cervezas.

[Chattering]

[Announcer Continues]

[Man Groans]

[Men Groaning, Shouting]

- Yahoo!

- [Men Shouting]

[Cackling]

[Bartender Shouting]

Oh, Christ!

That felt good.

[Laughing]

This country goes on and on forever,

don't it?

There's another one.

How comes they got

so many castles then, hey?

It's the route of the invaders.

They came through these mountains...

Romans, Gauls, Napolon.

The Pass of Roncesvalles.

- What?

- They fought the Saracens here.

- [Myron] Who did?

- Roland and Oliver.

Knights of old, Myron.

Great warriors, great chiefs.

Great friends.

They fought together,

and they died together...

at Roncesvalles.

Why'd you do it, Willie?

Why'd you grass?

Oh, I couldn't go back to nick.

Couldrt.

Then they came up with this deal.

Was this a deal?

This wasrt no ticket to Canada

and good-bye.

This was a lifetime.

Nobody ever got a deal like that.

I was sorry I did it though -

for the fellas.

This ain't no better

than the nick, is it?

This?

[Scoffs]

This is nothing.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Spanish]

[Engine Stops]

The boss seems to be holding up

all right, don't you think?

A moody sod. That's for sure.

Well, 700 miles to go to Paris,

frontier to cross.

Can't say I blame him really.

I wonder if he's up to it.

I think so.

I think he is.

- All right. I want to know!

- Know what?

You've had something going

from the start.

You've got a plan.

I want to know now, or I swear -

- I haven't got any plan.

- What you so happy about?

- What's going on?

- Nothing's going on.

- You silly sod! You're gonna die!

- So are you, sooner or later.

You're gonna die fuckir soon, mate.

I'll tell you

something I read once, Myron.

Apparently what happens to you

after death...

is not all that much different

from what happens to you before death...

physically speaking.

All part of the same process.

You know?

So if it's all the same, really,

what's there to worry about?

You're barmy.

Don't worry about me, Myron.

Worry about you.

Are you really up to this?

- I ain't worried about me.

- Good.

Then worry about your boss.

Is this job gettir him down?

Is he makir the right decisions?

Are you gonna have to take over

at some time or another?

Think about it.

We don't want anything going wrong.

You got bird sh*t in your hair.

Well, well.

You're no 15-year-old.

What are you?

You think my little friend Myrors

gonna save you?

- [Braddock] Hmm?

- [Grunts]

You b*tch.

[Spits]

Mr. Braddock? Do you think we could

stop for something to eat soon?

I ain't had nothir all day,

and I'm really hungry.

Expect I'm not the only one.

Her too. She's probably hungry and all.

She's already eaten.

[Chuckles]

I'm gonna stop soon.

We'll stay off the road till after dark.

Sort of a lot of hangir about, innit?

Yeah. I had hoped

to cross the frontier this evening.

Bit safer. They like to stay

in their huts when it's dark.

Had to make a few diversions.

You would have your fun and games, Myron.

[Nut Cracks]

- You're not eating, Mr. Braddock.

- I'm going to get some petrol.

We've got enough petrol

to get to France, haven't we?

I want to get well inside France.

- I'll take her along.

- What for?

So's I can watch her.

And you can watch him.

Why don't you take him along?

I'll watch her.

Because, Myron, I think she might

distract you from your job.

- Come on.

- [Maggie Whimpers]

Mr. Braddock, I've been thinking.

I don't think anything should happen to her.

Now's as good a time as any, Myron.

It's not fair.

It's not fair?

No, Mr. Braddock, it isn't.

I mean, him - he's a f***ing grass.

He put his mates inside.

But her - she ain't done nothing.

[Gun C*cks]

You're just not thinking right.

The job's got you down.

I mean, I'm game for anything,

but, Christ, there's a limit.

You're just not thinking right.

Here.

Make you feel safer,

won't it, Myron?

Here.

Put her in the car, Myron.

Well, go on then!

- [Engine Starts]

- Now, Mr. Braddock. Here you are.

[Braddock]

You!

Spanish for "Fill the tank."

Lleno, por favor.

I'm sorry, Mr. Braddock.

Well, eat your food then!

# [Whistling]

He'll kill you if you hurt me.

Who, Myron?

What an idea.

# [Whistling]

# [Whistling:
"We'll Meet Again"]

Oi.

- Where you going?

- Look at the water.

# [Willie Whistling]

Hey. Let's have a look

at your cosh.

Feel this.

- Razor blades.

- [Chuckles]

What for?

- I still got a gun, you know.

- Guns.

Right.

- Leather?

- Yeah.

- What's it filled with?

- Sand.

That's enough.

Had it since I was at school,

for years.

Made it in handicrafts.

Never lets me down.

Nice place.

I tell you what.

I think you're crazy,

but I admire your attitude.

[Chuckles]

I don't know, this whole thing... it's not

turning out like I thought it would, not at all.

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