Wild Gees, The Page #2

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Who else? We'll be staying in a

beautiful little inn

I'm so excited, I don't know what to do

Why don't you try screaming?

The neighbours are deaf anyway

Oh! Not all of the neighbours are deaf

Allen!

Hey stop it, you're breaking my wallet

Come on in

- It's good to see you.

- Good to see you too

What was all that screaming about?

Emile was expressing mild satisfaction.

Emile, come here. This is Mr Faulkner

- This is my son, Emile.

- How are you?

Pleased to meet you, sir

A by-product of an expensive education

What a pity they don't export it

Excuse me, sir

- I hope to see you later, sir

- So do I

What a pleasant child

I'll tell you about him later

Now pour me a drink,

sit down, let's talk

It's been 9 years

Ten, in fact. Where did they all go?

We'll drink to something

Right?

Let's drink to...

the years that came before the 10

To the next ten weeks

What does that mean?

To you, Rafer, my old friend

OK. To me

- Disgusting

- Yes, isn't it?

What do you mean, "the next 10 weeks"?

Come on, Rafer, let's talk

No, Allen I'm not available

I'm trying to go old and grey

I'm searching to see if I can

find my God

I'm trying to learn

how to appreciate life

And practise the art of inner peace

Now you believe all that

is a crock of sh*t

- I do.

- You're right

All except the "I'm not available".

I'm not

Alright, I guess I can understand that

Well now, tell me, how did you find me?

I asked

Tell me, how's that 19 yr old

French beauty?

That 19 year old beauty is 29

and she lives in Paris

- She left you?

- Yes

She's Emile's mother She sees him

once or twice a year

I haven't see her since he was two

He goes to boarding school in Kent

What would I do with him full-time?

I love him. He's a wonderful boy

Weekends and holidays are my greatest

moments of my life

I'm taking him skiing for Christmas

3 weeks, leaving December 13th

- December 13th...

- I can't wait

Anyway, enough about me!

How's Jenny?

She died

- 3 years ago.

- How?

Some kind of bone cancer,

in a month she was dead

- I'm sorry.

- So am I. She was a good woman

- She was great Allen...

- The subject is closed

OK:

What's done is done

Come on, tell me, how are the kids?

They're alright. Grown up

Don't see them much any more

I think they're not too happy with me

These are beautiful

Yes, they are, aren't they?

I buy them, sell them...

I'm getting pretty good at it

They earn about 15,000 a year

- Julius Limbani is alive.

- I don't care

Yes you do

If there's one African leader you

do care about, it's Julius Limbani

Now I'm telling you, Allen I'm

finished with all of that

I'm getting too old.

By the way, so are you

You know, apart from your

charming personality

and the fact that you're the

finest planner I've ever known

What I've always admired about you,

Rafer, is your idealism

Bollocks

The money wasn't important to you

It was the bad guys

against the good guys

And you were never with the bad guys

Now me, I'd work for anybody,

as long as they paid me

It's an ineradicable flaw in my life

And that's why you've always

impressed me, Rafer, always

I'm glad to hear you say that

Do you know how many times

I've been wrong?

Out there somewhere

singing "Hallelujah!"

fighting and killing for

some god-damn saviour

who as soon as he's got in power

gets to steal his own treasure?

I don't know who the

good guys are any more

You know Limbani

You know he's the best there is

I have a contract to steal Limbani from

General Ndofa

If I don't do it, he dies

If I do, well, perhaps he's running

the country again

I need you, Rafer

The answer's still no

Now, we don't start training in

Africa until January 15th

So I can spare you your holiday with

your child

There's a very big pay-cheque, tax-free

It's really been great seeing you again,

don't spoil it

Alright

Can you do me a favour?

Alright

Show me... clear that stuff away

Show me how you'd get in and

out of this place

Limbani will be here,

somewhere in that barracks

- I've got Rafer Janders.

- Good

You haven't got Shawn Fynn

What do you mean?

He's either dead by now, or he will be

the second he shows his face in London

What happened?

It boils down...

He removed two of the family's

men earlier this evening

one of whom happened to be

the nephew of the local godfather

There's already a contract out on Fynn.

The biggest London's ever seen

- Get it cancelled.

- Impossible

Edward Matherson and his banks have more

power than the Mafia

That's not even a question

You want Limbani?

Cancel the contract

What's so special about him?

This afternoon, he was a courier

for a 25 year old hoodlum

If you'd ever seen him operate, you'd

know what was so special about him

Also he can fly any plane

you'd care to name

and he's my friend.

I don't have too many left

He's no. 3 on this deal

or there's no deal

It would be a real moral crisis

for kindly Sir Edward

He would have to have

me and Rafer killed

Don't you think?

You get the details of

Shawn's last year over

to my unspeakable hotel

as soon as you can

Rafer and I are going after him

Now wait a minute, this isn't your

territory. You stay out

You're not even meant to be in

this country, remember?

Ask for a doggy bag after

you've paid the bill

I'll be waiting for you in my room

Number 23a

There it is

Keep driving, keep driving!

- How many is that?

- Five

With a welcoming committee in each one.

Boy, what efficiency

- How many are left?

- Four

Good old Shawn!

Living with nine women in the same

year... possibly at the same time

Quite a feat but not beyond him...

Heather Courtney...

Baronet Club, Denby Road

No home address, probably sleeps on the

craps tables. We can but try

You buy the chips here, Charlie

OK:

In two stacks

Thank you very much

I'm going to get me some chips, and I'm

going to break the bank

- Heather?

- Black 20

Heather's at the first

Blackjack table over there

Oh yes, I can see her now.

How comes you're wearing her breasts?

- What did you say? - I said

she's got Heather's chest!

Hey brother!

How you doing is this table hot?

How are you?

Now you just tell me how much

you got there in genuine money?

What's the limit?

- Twenty.

- Then give us some, Heather, baby!

If you don't behave you'll have to leave

OOOOOOOOH!

How do you know my name?

How do we know your name, little Heather?

Don't stop, keep dealing and

listen very carefully

We need your help

Where's Shawn Fynn?

Who? I don't know any Shawn Fynn

Yes, you do

Hey, I got a genuine Blackjack!

I got a genuine Blackjack,

hotter than a fox!

He's in great trouble,

if you know where he is, tell us

The Mafia have a contract out on him, if

they get him before us, they'll kill him

We're down to the last minute

We are his close friends

Check with him and tell him that Rafer

Janders and Allen Faulkner are here

Describe us, and be sure,

and do it now or he's a dead man

OK, I believe you.

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