The Killer Elite Page #2

Didn't hurt you there, did I?

Slip this... Put this on my ear.

You wanna hear,

you gotta stick it in your ear.

- I gotta what?

- You gotta stick it in your...

- You gotta stick it in your ear.

- Oh.

Yeah, right. There you go.

- I don't hear nothin'. It's all over.

- Wait a minute.

Call my mother.

~ Oh, say can you see ~

All right, all right.

Let's see if you're still alive.

Yeah, it's still tickin'.

I think you're all right.

All right.

- You gonna take that garbage outta here?

- No more of this garbage. OK.

- Are you comin' back?

- You know it, sweetheart.

- We'll be seein' a lot of each other.

- Oh. Well, I'll just be hangin' around.

- Hello, Mike.

- Ahh.

Hey, gentlemen.

Well... I asked them to hang me

out there on that clothes line.

Thought I'd dry out faster, you know.

They're givin' me some

good-feelin' stuff, I'll tell you that.

I'm learnin' all about

that anatomy, like, um,

femurs, patellas, fibulas.

All that good stuff.

I talk to them at night, you know.

No autographs yet?

I'm savin' the first spot for my roomie,

but he hasn't come by to sign as yet.

- We turned over every rock. Nothing.

- Whoever made him a better offer

is keeping him off the market.

Yeah.

He, uh... sure was sweet.

Not one wrong move.

Can't figure out why he didn't

put that third one in my head.

He's your buddy.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Well, he owed me one.

Well...

Let's hear it.

It's in the plus column. Normal

grade-five disability's 1,000 a month.

Mr Weyburn thinks he can get you 1500.

Ooh.

Oh, that's nice.

I'm comin' back full duty.

Sure.

But in the meantime be thankful you work

for a private company and we turn a profit.

If you were still with the government,

you'd be getting 200. And the GI bill.

I'm your number-one boy, Mr Weyburn.

Numero uno.

I got that in writing from you, along with

a very nice Christmas bonus. Remember?

My father was a minister.

That's what he wanted me to be.

Who cares, man?

Who cares?

I checked with the staff doctors, Mike.

I also called a friend

who is considered to be one of the best

orthopaedic surgeons in the world.

He says, given a year, maybe you'll

be able to walk up a flight of stairs.

That leg of yours will never be...

anything but a wet noodle.

You're humpty-dumped, Mike. Face it.

Oh, hey.

Thank you very much for cheering me up.

And thanks for the flowers.

They're very lovely.

We'll stop in from time to time.

Anything particular we can send you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Some hash and a couple of broads.

You guys got connections, don't you?

Under the circumstances,

that seems appropriate.

You may feel as the stitches come out.

I hate a guy that's always right.

I don't know how good a knee you're

gonna have, but the scar is beautiful.

- This is gonna hurt a little bit.

- Swell.

Yeah, you're right.

Agh! Hold it, hold it, hold it. Wait. There's

somethin' grabbin' me on the elbow.

No. On the bottom.

Just take the cast away.

You all right? It's all over.

I got a headache now.

Mm, that's a beautiful one too.

I don't feel that. How come?

Well, you probably severed some nerve

for the skin. But that'll grow back.

I hope not. I like not feelin' it.

Down again. OK. All right.

Now, let's try some leg raisings.

Up.

- That's good.

- Pull up higher.

- Pull up higher.

- That's far enough.

I'll let it... Try to lower it yourself.

That's it. You got it.

All right. Good. Good.

You got it.

Now, these are...

- Well, now, how are we doin'?

- See? Look.

Well, it's...

Forgot about my good right one!

- All right. That's enough for one day.

- Have you got someplace else to go?

Somethin' else to do?

My time is your time.

OK, Amy, lift his leg up.

Then your hand here. You may feel

a little discomfort as it goes over the knee.

- The scar's a little tender.

- All right. Good.

- Good. A little higher.

- There it goes.

OK. We're gonna hook a boot onto this.

Yeah. All right.

Let me see. I'll check your arm.

Good. OK. Tighten up the Velcro.

OK, you got 5, 10. Now let's try 15.

Let's see that one.

Try a little higher.

Higher.

Higher.

I thought I'd just stop up.

Here.

Well, don't. Go on, get outta here.

Go on.

Here.

- Sir?

- Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, that's good.

- Thanks. I'll take it. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Sorry.

- It's OK.

Don't worry about it. Always

wanted to take a bath in champagne.

It's OK.

It just... locked.

What's wrong?

Did it jam on you?

All right, thank you.

Thank you. It's OK.

It's all right. Thank you.

It's all right. All right.

I'm sorry.

~ First you put

your left leg close up tight ~

~ Then you move your right crutch

further to the right ~

~ Bring your legs together nice and tight ~

~ Then you do it,

you do it through the night ~

~ Then you take your... ~

Oh!

~ Your, uh, crutches without despair ~

~ You take 'em in your hands ~

- ~ You throw 'em in the air ~

- What are you doin'?

~ And that's what I call up your bird ~

Looks like you're ready. Well, all right.

Not bad. Where's the bedroom?

Upstairs.

Come on.

Can you make it all right?

Nothin' to it.

What are you? Nuts?

Hey, come on, Mike, take it easy.

You're tryin' too hard.

Mm-hm.

Hey, man, thought you were

in a wheelchair.

- I quit rollin' round.

- Let's get to work.

- I need it.

- I need it too.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- How you doin', my friend?

- All right, Cap.

Would you like to have a little?

What's your usual?

Carrot juice these days.

Oh, listen, Mike. I gotta tell you...

Weyburn and the others,

what the hell do they know?

They think you're becoming a ridiculous

spectacle, driving yourself like this.

Just to show you how screwed up

the world is becoming,

would you believe that

heroism has become old-fashioned?

No, really.

All the traitors, the terrorists -

they're gonna get the sympathy now.

That's how Hansen made his move up.

The Hansens of the world are in.

And the, um, cleft chins

and true hearts are out.

Weyburn will never put you

back in harness. No way, Mike.

And, uh, if you don't mind,

don't drop round the shop, huh?

The higher-ups don't like it.

And it makes the boys nervous -

you know, clump-clumping around.

Doesn't fit in with the Muzak.

Well...

If a guy can't blow up his best friend,

where's the morality in the world, Cap?

You're wearing it.

Mike, listen to me.

You limp, right?

You'll limp the rest of your life.

You're a cripple.

When you get that straight in your head,

I want you to come to my office...

and I'll give you a decent, dignified job.

How about it, huh?

I just wanna get closer to George.

God.

So you find him and you zap him.

Will that change Weyburn's mind?

Will that give you back

your knee and your elbow?

No, no.

But wherever they are,

I know they'll be a lot happier.

Well, see you, Cap.

I'll just limp on outta here.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man. I caught you

with the metal. You all right?

I won't be playin' violin again. Put that

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