Tiger Raid Page #2

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Everyone keeps count.

It's like the women you've f***ed.

Everyone knows how many, roughly.

What's this about you

being in the hills?

How the f*** do you know

I was in the hills?

- What the f*** were you doing there?

- Training.

Well, why did you come back?

You're obviously still an amateur.

F*** you.

Dave needed me in the city to take

on more complex jobs like this.

Ah, there's nothing complex about this

job, if you have the right training.

- Do they have whores in the hills?

- I don't f*** whores.

- You don't do hookers?

- No.

Everyone does hookers.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Maybe I just like a woman

that belongs to me.

Someone pure.

Look, I respect that

you don't do hookers.

It takes a guy with balls to admit that.

I wouldn't have admitted it.

Right now I'm just f***in' with you.

I'm seeing what your temper's like.

I just need to know that you

can handle volatile situations.

I've been in volatile situations, Joe.

This is not a volatile situation.

You know, Dave only sends

people to the hills to hide out.

Yeah, so I was hiding out.

That's all there was to it.

That's some serious f***in' hiding out.

Yeah, well, I was with this young one.

Her father didn't like it,

so he tried to get me sent down.

- He set you up?

- Yeah.

Whoa!

He comes in one night, right,

with the local guard.

They drag her away.

Then he just stands there.

F***ing watching.

They f***ing, I tell you man, they

f***ing kicked the

f***ing sh*t out of me.

He doesn't say a single word, and when

they're done, they threw me in a cell.

So, I started getting ready

to be disappeared.

It's fixed now, though, right?

Yeah, it's fixed. I'm here, aren't I?

Are you f***in' blind?

Dave?

He tracked me down.

A day later, I was in the hills.

Tell me something about her.

She was pure, man.

You know, nothing like

women I'd had before.

- Tell me something else.

- Like what?

I don't know. Something that

would make me want to f*** her.

She was beautiful.

She was perfect.

Like... like proof God exists.

And did you ever see her again?

I'm gonna find her.

Have you ever been married?

No.

- I got married once.

- Oh, yeah? How was that?

Some f***in' b*tch she was!

Did I tell you she f***ed my brother?

- Did she?

- Yeah. I caught them.

In our bed. Together. F***ing.

What did your brother say?

He said he had no choice.

"Eh, the woman has needs." And I

wasn't fulfilling my end of the bargain.

F*** that.

I shot my brother right there

and then in the f***in' head

and I buried them out

in the back garden.

Yeah, what happened to your kids?

Ah, they're OK.

How old?

Daughter's 16, son's almost 18.

What does your daughter do?

Oh, she's a hooker.

But I made sure I was her first...

Broke her in.

It's easier that way.

I get to decide on the clients.

Ugh...

No...

- She'd be perfect for a guy like you.

- I swear to God!

I am only joking with you.

- You think I'd f*** my own daughter?

- I don't know, maybe.

Well, you're f***in' sick.

Ah, she stays with her auntie somewhere.

I don't get involved.

But you still killed your brother

and buried him in the garden?

You think I'd joke about

something like that?

Hello, Zero. This is Two-Two. Over.

Call signs Two-Two and

Two-Four in position. Over.

Negative, all's quiet.

We're hard like iron for this. Over.

Two-Two. Roger that. Out.

Oh, I hope there's no carpets

or rugs or anything.

Rugs?

Ever pulled out someone's teeth

with pliers?

There's more blood than you'd think.

I had to do it recently.

Ruined a whole rug.

Dave hates when things are messy.

Just saying, Ruby f***ed up.

He let some b*tch go to

the toilet during a raid.

And she jumped out the window

and got hit by a f***in' truck.

- Where is he now?

- F*** only knows.

Dancing with Jesus or

drinking with the Devil.

Dave wanted to know where he was,

but, hey, I'm not his f***in' minder.

Maybe Dave just disappeared him.

No one's seen Ruby for a month.

I miss working with Ruby.

We were good together.

Ah... he was alone?

Dave said only one.

This place is f***in' deserted.

This is perfect.

- You can chop him up.

- Why? Who the f***'s missing him?

We've got a raid to do.

It's all about professional standards,

alright? How are you going to learn?

- You have to chop him.

- Professional? You chop him.

I'm not Muhammad f***in' Masterchef.

F*** it, I'll do it, then.

Yeah, I'll do it in the pool.

If it's messy.

Hey. You know what else

I'm gonna do with my money?

- What?

- Horses.

Yeah, make some bets on some horses.

Last time I was on horses, I had

a really good run. Really good run.

Horses?

They got races here?

The only place you'll see

a tank at a race track.

- You ever hear of The Knockadoona Kid?

- The Knockadoona Kid?

No.

It was a f***in' beauty.

I had a good run on it. F***.

- And I had a woman at the time too.

- Not your wife?

No, no. This was a different woman.

It was when I was drinking.

Yeah. She wanted to save me.

So, who the f*** would want to save you?

Yeah. Can you believe that?

Sure, I didn't care anyway as

long as she had f***in' money.

F***. Legs are always tough.

You just have to make sure to

get your full weight behind it.

What was her name?

Marilyn.

Her skin.

It was pale and always sorta cold and

she had these eyes like, you know...

- Kryptonite or something.

- F***in' Supergirl, was she?

Oh, I bled her dry.

But she wanted it.

It made her feel good to be f***ed over.

Where did you meet her?

I asked her for a light.

And I was about to ask her for money.

What was she?

A social worker or something?

Jesus!

How could anyone f*** a social worker?

Do you know what's the best

thing about being an addict?

Makes you a great liar.

Jesus, I filled her

full of f***in' sh*t.

Filled her full of sh*t.

She fell for me.

So, you asked her for a light,

and she just brought you home.

She smelled the drink.

She said the booze had killed her

father and she couldn't save him,

and she wanted a second chance

at saving someone.

F***, man. She was beautiful.

F***ed.

What about professional standards?

F*** 'em.

Clear!

So listen. Tell me more

about the Knockadoona Kid.

I stole 5,000 from Marilyn

to bet on the horse.

The race ended.

Ask me where did he come.

Where did he come?

He won.

Took in 100 grand.

Ask me if I went home.

Did you go home?

No. I met Gandhi.

Who? The real Gandhi?

How could I meet the real Gandhi?

He's f***in' dead.

This is a little bald fella.

He looks like Gandhi so they call

him Gandhi. He had a tip at 10-1.

- Right from the trainer's mouth.

- And you put it all on that?

Every last cent.

The whole place was on it.

I was looking at a million.

- How'd it go?

- The horse was crazy.

It kept kicking and screeching

even before the race started.

And you know those gaps

that are in the fences?

For the ambulances and all that sh*t?

Straight out through one of

them it goes.

It was only in the race

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