Jack Falls Page #2

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Jack, let him go. It's not his fault.

Ohh!

Well, you seem to be getting

your strength back, anyway.

Just don't over-exert yourself,

you'll start the bleeding all over again.

Hi, I don't speak Dutch. Listen,

I just need a packet of cigarettes, please.

No, not menthols, just... Yeah.

Cheers.

Keep the change, don't worry about it.

You can't trust him.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

- Plus no one found the body.

- Did he pitch up to work this morning?

He's dead.

OK.

I wouldn't normally do this, but...

seeing as you're a man

that never misses his target.

Plus I need to speak to you

about Al Carter...

he's starting to become

a pain in my arse,

and you look like

you could do with the money.

Sorry, mate, I can't help you there.

And why's that?

Two reasons -

karma and I don't sh*t where I eat.

OK. I'll be in touch.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

The baby!

Somebody help!

Please!

My baby! Oh my God, my baby!

Please, somebody!

Please help me, somebody!

Oh, my God, please help, somebody!

Thank you. Oh, my God, please, please be OK!

Is he all right? Is he OK?

Take him over there, take him over there.

Help me, help me!

Oh, my God, I know, I know! I'm so sorry!

Oh my God, oh, my God!

I'm so sorry. Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Come on, man, get up.

Are you OK?

Thank you so much,

you saved my kid!

- It's nothing.

- What do you mean it's nothing?

- You're a hero! This guy's a goddamn hero!

- Hey, hey, listen, you're welcome...

but I've got my own problems, OK,

so just help me slip away quietly.

You got it.

- Hey, my babyjust fell in the canal.

- What's going on?

You don't have guard rails here?

- I want to know...

- You almost killed my kid!

- Don't touch me.

- Don't touch me! Ow!

Saving babies now, are you?

Go away. You're dead.

It won't be enough.

Go back to London. Finish it - for me.

Leave me alone, Sid.

You jump into a rat-infested river for

a total stranger but you weren't there for me?

I thought we had each other's backs?

I couldn't compromise my cover.

You of all people know that.

Don't walk away from me!

Natasha insisted that we lay low

for a few weeks whilst I recovered.

I guess she liked the peacefulness of it all.

But I was itching to get home.

Settle some scores.

I think I'm starting to put on weight.

I wouldn't worry too much.

Next to me you look practically anorexic.

It's the waffles. A month of these

and I'm getting a distinct belly.

So don't eat the waffles.

- But they're tasty.

- So eat the waffles.

But they're fattening.

How are you feeling?

- Good. Good as new.

- Anything bothering you?

What do you mean?

I don't know about you

but I'm going stir-crazy here.

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