Wild Target Page #4

- Mom, can we talk about it?

- You disappoint me, Victor.

- Would you sleep in the living room?

- I'm too scared.

- You can sleep inside with me.

- Yes. Tony fits you.

Your reputation is in tatters.

- Mor...

- She is a typical mother.

Until you kill her,

you're the target.

- I stood behind the door.

- I said you must never do.

- Forgive me, I...

- Stop.

Do you know what trouble you're in?

Since I have moved,

have you gone to the dogs.

You are not even

in bed with her.

Mom, I think we have a problem.

- I think so too.

- I know you have sacrificed much...

A Beretta for your 7-year-old birthday.

A divine gun.

I think just,

what is the result -

Has made me.

You've been your father's Sun

You saved my life. Again.

I did not mean that.

I have never been so scared.

I am glad that you did it.

I have nothing to live for now.

I'm in love.

- Really?

- Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Put yourself under the covers. Come on.

Just lie back.

He is so nice.

- He is so nice.

- Who?

- Mr. Maynard of course.

- Really?

When his mother woke me

I dreamed about him.

Really?

It's funny. Yesterday -

- I thought only of escape.

And now... I will never get out of here.

What happened in between?

Enough.

No, we are here. Us three.

One big, happy family.

- A difficult night.

- Not at all.

My mother requires an explanation.

- I understand how you feel.

- Do you?

I had a cousin.

Gal as your mother, poor kid.

But I loved him.

Family is family, right?

I can easily yourself.

I did know even this.

- How...

- My name is Fabian.

You need to recommend me one,

who can paint such a here.

Who created it?

- Rembrandt.

- Who?

- Rembrandt.

- Give me his address.

- He is dead.

- Death?

- When?

- For 300 years ago.

- Give me a name.

- That must be Jerry.

- Jerry Who?

- Jerry Bailey. National Gallery.

He is a friend.

Excellent.

It took a while, but...

Good day.

What a mess.

Today is mr. Maynard's birthday

Hurrah, Hurrah, Hurrah...

Is everything for my sake?

I am touched.

It's so kind of you.

I know.

Breathe them out.

Sorry it with the mirror.

- How did I, it was today?

- From the pictures in your old room.

- Have you done it?

- No. It was you.

I'm stuck.

- I know.

- No. I can not move me.

- My shoes.

- Do you have them still?

Of course.

- It's my watch.

- I thought you wanted it.

Thank you.

How much you weigh?

Good morning.

Dear Mike,

you've been shot before.

Tony, what do you think

about this room?

It needs to suit.

Colourful.

Colourful.

MUSIC murdered in Morecambe

MALE SUBJECT UD:

FROM TOWER BRIDGE

DIPLOMAT BLADE slew

Shot in the head

Congratulations. Your father, Felix.

Colourful.

Tony, I think

it will suit her taste.

- Rose. May I come in?

- No, I'm not dressed.

- Is everything okay?

- Yes, why not?

Not for anything. Come with down.

I'll show you something.

Can not you see that?

- Why are you smiling?

- It takes you out of.

- Turn around.

- Why?

- Turn around now.

- First one why.

- Turn around.

- Are you in it?

- Naturally.

- Do not be a child.

Why are you doing this?

To make the surprise more.

I got you. Do not be afraid.

It is quickly over.

So the time has almost does.

- The time has also come for you.

- The gun is dangerous.

- You do not say.

- You misunderstand.

It is just an heirloom.

It may explode.

- You are a liar and a murderer.

- And you are a thief.

- You are made for each other.

- When you noticed this?

He is not private detective.

He is an assassin.

- Hired to kill me.

- It is unfortunately true.

I'm really some shitty.

How can you live with yourselves?

- Was not I a detective-pupil?

- As shoot people?

Sometimes. By accident.

If it is inevitable.

- Kills you me now?

- Of course I'm not doing it.

But if you go,

then makes a second it.

I can almost guess who.

- Who?

- Dixon.

Dixon? Is he clever?

He is a disgrace to the profession.

A sadist. A beast.

- Mr. Maynard.

- Yes, Tony?

We get hit on him.

I give, I gave, I have given.

I choose, I chose, I have chosen.

I feel I felt I felt.

Jerry. We're in Trouble.

The situation has been...

... dangerous.

- Where is he?

- Who?

The man who would kill you.

- Who asks?

- His successor.

Where is he?

- I do not know.

- Say it...

... or I'll cut his finger on

and forces you to swallow it.

Which I leave you

be alone with him.

Would you like to be brave?

It would also Jerry.

Gradually, thanks.

- I've lost the roof.

- No. Reload.

We do it together.

Feet, check. Hand, check.

Wrist, check.

If there is time, so relax.

I have time, I relax.

I love the weather.

I am one with my gun.

I should perhaps look away.

I shall perhaps pressure on you.

Feet, hands, wrists, -

Respiration.

Impressive.

People train for years,

order to do that.

I did not shoot.

Put the guns from you.

Slowly.

Victor Maynard.

- At last.

- And you are?

You know very well

who I am.

Dixon.

- Hector Dixon.

- How is it spelled?

- Make him angry.

- Dixon?

Are you taking the jobs

I do not bother?

And those you make a mess.

- Have they tortured you?

- No. I immediately gave them the address.

Why did you not remit?

Why do you think?

Yes. It really is heartbreaking.

Ask you up the wall.

- I've missed you.

- Same.

Tony.

Maynard, do your job

and I do not kill the kid.

Excuse me?

Kill the girl, I'll shoot you -

But he goes from here unscathed.

- I can not.

- Do it!

Just do it.

I prefer you.

I want the best.

Shoot him.

Turn around.

Cane you not!

You are, hands up.

Higher up.

At your age,

I will still do your homework.

- You, there.

- Me?

Pick up the pistol.

And searched the rat.

The kid can be trained,

but he will never get what you have.

- Drberinstinktet.

- You know, I do not believe.

No, you believe in the upbringing.

So, blame the mother.

Our disagreements, despite...

- So I am grateful to you today.

- Do not be sentimental.

So that?

- So what?

- Nobody move.

- He took that from me.

- Lay down their arms.

Now!

And the knife.

- You've really lost the roof.

- It's Felix's gun.

It was my father's first

and preferred weapons.

I hope it relieves the shot hole.

Goodbye.

Tony, come and see what happens

if you can not clean his gun.

THREE YEARS LATER

Tax.

Has anyone seen the cat?

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