Wild Target Page #3

- I think they are gone.

- Not sure?

Stop it!

- Where should we go?

- We must be out of town.

- No, I like the city.

- Ditto. I know nothing else.

We drive in a stolen car

which is pierced.

We are hunted by assassins,

and probably half the police force.

We must be out of town!

- Did you remember the tent?

- I have a hiding place.

- More hidden than the hotel?

- I will ignore you.

"You ignore me."

- Can we stop? I must pee.

- No.

You get 30,000 a week.

You do as I say.

- I get money to protect you.

- 30,000?

Yes, I should be able to sit down

and pee at the price.

Mr. Smith, 30,000?

It's pretty good.

- Yes.

- I know it is dangerous.

But I do me quite well.

So that I am your pupil,

We can do it formally?

So I could get a piece of cake.

Now listen...

I can offer you

six weeks of training.

In monitoring, identity fraud,

arms workout...

Small arms, rifles, explosives.

The 17 ways to strangle on.

- And the basic training in poison homicide.

- All that to become a private detective?

You never know

whom you can meet.

Okay. Continue.

I can not offer health insurance

but board and lodging is covered.

And a bus passes to London.

Will you take care of me?

Yes.

And my name is Victor Maynard.

Come on!

Come back!

The place is criminal.

Half of the goods is too old.

So irresponsible!

Appalling childish!

Shocking!

Would anyone have a fig roll?

- I want one.

- Do.

Is it a cow?

Much bigger in real life.

What's this?

This is my home.

- Your home?

- What's strange about it?

Nothing.

Now give it all meaning.

It was my grandfather, my father

and now it is mine.

- Lifts?

- It was my mother.

She lived here with

me until... recently.

- Is she dead?

- No.

- Stands In another close?

- Why you ask?

I'm just friendly.

What is wrong with you?

Look what I found!

Snow White. Hello...

Now I'll show you

your room.

- You get my old room.

- Thank you.

Do you like it?

My dad did it for me.

- He was clever with his hands.

- I've never had a father.

I've obviously had a,

but he left us.

- Is it your mom's room?

- Yes.

You are a little crazy with the plastic, right?

Condoms touch you probably do not.

How have your assistant it?

- We should probably turn off for him.

- It is probably best.

No. He has been paid

the rest of the month.

He gives as a little company

while I wait.

- At you.

- Do not worry.

Sooner or later

committing one of them an error.

We're safe here as long as

we follow the few simple rules.

Never leave the site.

Salted middle of the table, please.

And mint sauce.

No contact with the outside world.

Mobile phones must be switched off.

The wine must also enter the middle.

If you want to be kind.

It is a light burgundy.

I especially like wines

from Burgundy.

- So it is a prison.

- No, it is a safe place.

When do you think

hazard is driven over?

You will be hunted by assassins.

The driver never over.

A small gift from my mother.

- The time is 2:
45.

- I know as well.

- What are you doing?

- I turn the bed.

I sleep with head towards south.

I'm suffering from insomnia.

How. Plug in the south.

- Why did not I think of that?

- The shoes.

They give me confidence.

Tony, who is young and mature,

and a bit eksentrisk -

- But as everyone else at. 2.45,

so he sleeps.

No. It is her, we go after.

Watch her.

A pending accident.

The kid is negligible.

Maynard contrast...

It is pointless

to go after him.

He leaves behind no traces.

Not so much as a crumb.

He is the ultimate

killing machine.

- What are you doing? You are insane!

- I just dig.

- Keep up immediately!

- I would plant some magnolias.

It would be a surprise.

I got up at six o'clock.

I've never dug

a hole for someone before!

- Why start with me?

- I would thank you!

- For helping me last night.

- Fill the holes up.

- No!

- It was not a request!

It was an order!

It had you not entitled.

It is my garden!

You do not care. A garden must

be enveloped in beauty.

How one's senses can get free games.

But you pack your own furniture into.

You are only happy here in your

dark and dreadful secret.

Ye gods, it is awful!

The smell follows you everywhere.

- What smell?

- Cleaning.

It's like being in a hospital.

There are so certain that it is dangerous.

I mean it.

I'm afraid.

I fear that I end up

just like you. Afraid of everything.

- I am not afraid.

- To admit who I am.

What I want.

Where will you go with it?

You do not really

something about yourself, right?

It's me.

May I come in?

- I'm in the bath.

- I know.

- Is it important?

- I think so.

Okay.

- Are we a bath?

- It looks like this.

Tony, at last, I have not

really had a grip on things.

I have been distracted at work -

- And I'm overtrimmet

my best bonsai tree.

So I was wondering -

- It may be you,

which confuses me.

- Confuses you?

- Instinct.

Without any of us really know.

Confuses you?

Sexually.

- The idea is absurd.

- I did not know you were...

I am not.

This is the case.

- It is confusing.

- Yes.

Okay... What is your first thought?

My bonsaitr.

I can use the rubber plant.

I will not bother you anymore.

Everyone knows it is a copy.

Mr. Ferguson will know

where the girl got it from.

I am not interfering

with criminal elements.

Even your smile is criminal.

Names!

There are many

by copying paintings.

The ones I know did not.

Force me not to shoot first

and ask questions afterwards.

Fat pen.

What flavor is it?

Bell Busk.

They are not bad.

Go ahead. But I do not know

whether they are good enough.

Excellent. Fabian.

No, no.

Take the painting.

It's me.

- Am I disturbing you?

- Not at all.

I know it is late.

Sorry for the former.

I should not have said everything.

I was angry.

And very tired.

- There is no harm done.

- Why even take me seriously?

- You should have slept a little.

- I can not sleep.

- What is it this time?

- I have a sore jaw.

I have too many teeth

here behind.

Got some pills?

Tamazepan, Trazadone...

Sleeping pills, Valium, Zanex...

- No, sorry.

- Okay, so yesterday I just...

I could...

... massage your feet.

- Are you serious?

- Acupressure.

I learned it long ago.

I use it sometimes myself.

- It is good for anxiety.

- Massaging your own feet?

Here?

There?

You really

a good roof on it here.

Many experienced nocturnal anxiety.

It is perfectly normal.

Let it not move you on.

Let me tell you something?

A confession.

- Why not?

- I like you as my protector.

You are really good at it.

It seems at least that.

I have not really

nothing to compare with.

Nobody has ever

protected me before.

But with you,

I enjoy it really.

I enjoy doing it.

For me in particular?

With you... in particular.

Do I...

... massage the other foot?

Tony, let me out!

Tony, she will kill me!

An old hare in a wheelchair

just tried to kill me.

It's true.

Mom?

Mom, are you there? It's me.

Mom?

I have everything under control.

She thinks it well.

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