The Young Americans Page #6

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- It's all done. - Take it.

- It's all right. - Please.

- I don't want it. - Go on.

- No. - Take it.

- No! - Take it!

- F***ing take it!

- Stop! Police!

- Hands up! Stand still!

- Hands in the air!

Cuff him!

Grass. Grass. Grass!

- F***ing grasses! F***ing grasses!

- Hold him! Stop it!

Shut your mouth!

Grass!

- All right!

- Cuff him!

Grass!

- Get off. Don't touch me.

- It's okay, Chris.

Bullshit, it's okay!

I can't do it.

Not like that.

Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

You can. You can do it.

I'll see you!

Grass!

Calm down. Everything's

gonna be all right.

It's almost over.

You can trust me.

- You seen Mark?

- No.

- The last time I saw him he was in

the market. - Where the f*** is he?

I'm sorry, Jack.

I can't find him anywhere.

- Where the f***'s he disappeared to?

- F***ing nowhere!

Did you ask Chris?

Does he know where he is?

Chris? Now listen, tonight you're

gonna have your hands full.

I'm gonna be busy with Mr. Fraser.

Any problems at all,

you're gonna have to

sort it out yourself.

- I do not want to be disturbed when

I'm with him, understand? - Okay.

Billy? Right.

Listen, find him,

And when you do, get him here

or I'll chop his f***ing dick off!

Mr. Harris, it's for you.

Christian O'Neill.

Chris?

Hey, how you doin'?

- So, what do we do?

- Wait.

- Gum?

- No.

Don't say it. It's Mark Byrne.

He's been released.

- How? - Jesus Christ!

- A technicality.

The O'Neill boy didn't take the drugs.

They didn't do the deal.

We can only charge him

with possession.

This changes nothing.

We're ready to move.

Byrne would have gone

straight to the club.

- We gotta get Chris out. - If we pull the kid out,

we could lose the whole thing.

- Byrne could've phoned anyway. - To tell them

he f***ed up? He'll deal with it himself.

You're guessing, Harris.

I'm sorry for the kid,

-but we do it as planned.

- I agree.

This operation is far too important

to jeopardize now, for any reason.

Tell me exactly what happened.

O'Neill dropped the drugs

as he gave him the money.

- Nothing we could hold

him with? - Harris!

Who are you calling?

Christian?

- I can't let you do that.

- I'm not calling him.

- Where have you been?

- I need to speak to you, Mr. Doyle.

In private.

Excuse me. Upstairs.

Where you goin'?

I'll be back.

- I gotta talk to you. now,

Rachael, please. - Not now.

- No.

- You gotta get out.

Rachael, get out!

- Cut!

- Aaaah!

Oh, for Christ's sake, Harris.

What's he doing here?

- One moving van on

its way. - Okay.

A little late for a delivery.

What you looking for,

Chris, a gun?

What were you going to do,

kill me, man?

What have you done, Chris?

Come on, what the f*** have you done?

What were you going to

make it out of it?

Tell me, what were you

going to gain?

Stand by.

Just f***ing kill me, Jack.

You've destroyed everything else.

I took you in!

I gave you everything!

- You killed my dad! You f***ing killed him!

- Your dad was a f***ing drunk!

He was a fool! He'd have ruined

everything I worked for!

Ruined what? Another

f***ing drug deal, eh?

Come on, kill me! I don't care

anymore. Just f***ing kill me!

- Is that what you want?

- Yeah! - Really?

- That's him.

- Go! Go!

Move it!

Police!

Chris?

Chris!

Chr... aah!

Is that your boyfriend?

- Let her go.

- John.

Where's your gun?

How do you like London?

- Same sh*t, different town.

- Let her go.

F*** you!

Aaah!

You okay?

You okay?

Satisfied?

Put the gun down, Chris.

- It was self-defense.

- All right.

- It's over. Put it down.

- You arresting me?

Put the gun down.

Okay.

We have to go.

Hi, it's me.

Hi. Where are you?

London.

I'm at the airport.

I'm going back

to Los Angeles.

What, right now?

I've got a connecting flight.

I'll be stopping in New York.

- Yeah?

- I thought I'd...

I thought I'd come by.

Um, to see...

to see the kids.

Yeah. Okay.

They'd like to see you.

All right.

- Good. See you.

- All right. Call me when you get in.

Virgin Atlantic Airways

flight number V-S-0-0-1...

departing for Newark

is now boarding at gate 12.

# Darling

# Stop confusing me

# With your wishful thinking

# Hopeful embraces

# Don't you understand

# I have to go through this

# I belong to there

where no one cares

# And no one loves

# And I don't care

to live in

# A place called hate

# The city of hate

# Aaaah

# Aah-aah-aah-aah

# Hate

# I play dead

# It starves the wanting in me

# I play dead

# And it hurts to start

# It's sometimes

just like sleepin'

# Curling up inside

# Crying crying in torture

# I must give in to pain

# And suffering

# Caress every name

# Ohhhh

# Yaah yah yah

# Aaaaaaah #

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