uwantme2killhim? Page #4

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It's got f*** all to do with me.

It's pathetic.

You're pathetic.

Oh, you know what?

I can't be f***ed with this.

You killed Rachel.

Don't you f***ing start with that,

because you know I didn't!

You did! If you hadn't kept talking to her,

she'd still be alive!

Just f*** off, John! F*** off!

I don't want you coming

round here any more!

You think you know everything,

but you don't!

You don't know what I can do!

What I'm gonna do!

You'll see. You'll all see.

Everyone at school.

You're pathetic.

F*** off, John.

- Wait here.

- Mm-hm.

Police lady.

How is he?

The same.

Can I ask you some questions?

It will help with the investigation.

Well, what is there to investigate?

We don't think Mark was acting alone.

What do you mean?

Someone instructed Mark to kill your son.

Well, who?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

McNeil's gone.

Gone?

He did live there,

but he's disappeared.

Something must have spooked him

and made him run.

Oh, I f***ed up.

Yes, you did.

Mark, you cannot repeat

what I'm about to tell you.

OK.

This was always bigger than McNeil.

He was feeding us evidence.

He was helping us build a case

against Rachel's stepdad.

John's stepdad. He's a terrorist.

He's planning something

and we have to stop him.

Oh, God.

But too many laws in this country protect

the terrorists and not the citizens.

We have to work around that.

Some of us started around your age,

doing little jobs.

All on the quiet, of course.

Seriously?

You're enthusiastic.

I was the same at your age.

Exactly the same.

So let me help you, then.

Mark, do you understand what you're saying?

Yeah. I understand.

We're not talking

about just spying on people.

OK.

Do you think you're capable

of killing someone?

I don't know.

Well... could you have killed McNeil?

Kevin?

Yeah, definitely.

Are you sure?

Yeah. No, question.

So you could kill someone?

I assume you work out.

49... 50.

Are you familiar with martial arts?

You say you're capable of killing an enemy.

How about someone close to you?

I don't know. I probably could.

But I wanna know why.

I haven't really thought about it.

I'm sticking my neck out here, Mark. Think.

Please.

Yes, then!

There's my answer.

We like you, Mark.

You're always working.

What does your husband think about that?

My husband?

He barely notices.

No offence, but he must be a twat.

My work means everything to me, Mark.

You know that.

I know you're testing me.

I can't answer that.

Am I doing OK? On my test so far?

You're doing great.

You promise?

Oh, how did I look the other day

on the CCTV outside Kevin's flat?

You looked brave.

Did I look like a bad man?

Mark... you looked like a boy.

My brave boy.

Here he is.

F***er.

Oi, where are you going?

We're mates!

Oh, my God!

Leave him alone!

F*** off, will ya?

Don't insult me again

or I'll f***ing bury ya!

F***ing Kevin. That f***ing bastard Kevin!

Just f*** off!

Where is he? I'm gonna kill him!

He's upstairs. Don't you touch him.

Mark?

What do you think you're doing

not showing up at school for two weeks?!

Don't take the piss out of me!

This is my house!

OK. If you're done with school,

then you're ready for work!

What kind of work do you think you're gonna

get with no qualifications? Tell me that!

You're gonna get the worst shitty, miserable jobs.

That's what you're gonna get!

I know!

It's your life, Mark.

That's what you've got to look forward to.

You hear me?

Mark?

John. Your friend John.

Rachel's brother.

What about him?

We've been monitoring his emails.

John's really sick.

He has a brain tumour.

He's on serious medication.

He's got months to live.

What the f***?!

His stepdad is using him.

You've heard of Columbine, Dunblane.

High school massacres. John's planning one.

He has a gun.

It's vital we stop him.

What are you saying?

You know what I'm saying.

No. I don't.

You want me to kill him?

That's what you're asking me?

F***. F***, f***, f***, f***, f***.

Is it murder when you kill someone?

You know what? You're just a kid.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Never mind.

No. No, no.

I was just asking. Isn't it murder?

Look, Mark, accidents happen.

Cars crash. People fall under trains.

People get mugged in an alleyway.

They get stabbed. They bleed to death.

Arranged accidents for the greater good.

We've all done them.

You have to be willing to break some rules

to keep people safe.

You killed someone?

Ten years ago.

Who?

An IRA bomber.

He'd killed lots of people.

He'd have killed lots more.

How did you feel?

Like a hero.

Who's Janet?

Is she the one who said

you would be a hero?

Trust me. You don't wanna go there.

I'm thinking about you.

It won't be good for you.

It won't be good for me to pursue Janet?

Why?

I told you, I can't say.

What did Janet have against John?

J...

John was gonna kill everyone at school.

You know, like Columbine.

Did Janet tell you that?

His dad's a terrorist.

His... stepdad, I mean.

- He's a terrorist and he's got a gun.

- How do you know that?

I can't say.

You've just got to believe me.

He was gonna take the gun

and shoot up the school.

Do you have any proof?

You've gotta give me more than that, Mark.

I can't help you unless you tell me more.

I've told you everything I can.

- You're getting addicted.

- So?

So, you'll get lung cancer.

- F*** off.

- And then you'll die.

- I won't get lung cancer.

- How do you know?

I just know I won't.

Oh, you're full of sh*t.

Trust me. Never gonna happen.

What are you on about?

Is something wrong?

You can tell me if something's wrong, mate.

Can I?

Course you can. Don't be weird.

I went to the doctor a few days ago,

because I've been depressed.

And they found a...

I've got this thing in my head.

It's a brain tumour.

And the doctors say it's big.

F***.

- Are you on pills?

- Yeah.

Show me.

Aren't you scared?

I'm sh*t scared.

Give us some cider.

Oh, have it, mate.

Get it down you. F***ing enjoy it.

Do you remember

when we kicked the sh*t out of Ryan?

I liked that.

That was mad.

Why don't you come back to school?

Maybe I will.

You haven't been there to back me up.

You haven't been much of a mate.

Sorry.

Come on.

- Dare me no hands.

- What?

Dare me no hands!

I dare you.

I'll see ya, then.

I'm relying on you, Mark.

I trust you.

This has to be done, so don't let me down.

Buy a knife.

The blade must be at least six inches long,

made of sharp, strong steel.

Take him to a quiet place.

And stab him right below the ribcage.

Then pull the knife out

and let him bleed to death.

You know the alley behind Quasar?

Yeah. Why the alley?

I just wanna talk somewhere secret.

What about?

We're mates, aren't we? Just trust me.

Well, I don't know.

Look, John, I know about your plan.

What plan?

To f*** up everyone at school.

How do you know about that?

I can't say.

I know your stepdad's got a gun.

- Mark...

- Look, don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

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