Welcome to Curiosity Page #6

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Think!

The guy outside the club.

This is how you deal with pricks, Tim.

The girl at the club.

Who's the f***in' man?

Breakfast at the diner...

Quittin' your job.

He needs teaching a lesson.

In fact, I wouldn't mind

killin' him sometimes.

That's not a bad idea.

Dealing with Derrick.

What the f*** are you doing here?

I told you to get your f***...

What have you done, Tim?

What have you f***ing done?

Agh, no, agh!

No! No, no, no!

Okay, Nigel.

It took me a while to nail you,

but I got you in the end.

Go, Frank!

Right.

Where shall I begin, hm?

Just a little anaesthetic.

So, where did all this begin?

Back in the day, I used to work

for various gangs

or firms, as we like to call them.

Information extraction,

torture, interrogation.

I could get blood out of a stone, me.

Psycho Stubbs, I was known as.

But like all good things,

they had to come to an end.

I was sent down.

I got ten years.

While I was away,

they sent in people like you.

Child murderers, sh*t like that.

They got their own cell.

Special dispensation.

Change of identity when they let 'em out.

While the rest of us where slumming it.

And then one day, close to my parole...

...I gets a little message in my ear.

"Track 'em down and make 'em disappear."

So I look at the headlines

in the newspapers for a clue.

Searched the internet.

See where I had to go.

How did I find you?

I only had to shake your hand.

That was enough for me.

Don't worry.

I'll make you disappear

before the police find you.

I think it's simpler that way,

don't you think?

It's not nice...

having people do things to you

that you don't want them to do.

Is it?

But you should've thought about that

before you started killing

all those lovely ladies.

Come on.

There, you hungry, fella?

You hungry, eh?

Hey.

Looks like we're in for a long night,

Frank.

- No!

- Hello, Timothy.

No, no, no, no!

No!

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