Off Piste Page #4

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Times they'll make you feel

good, sometimes real good,

and times they

make you feel bad.

You see, let's get real,

you're in the friend zone.

A place where a

woman will keep you

for as long as she likes.

If I was you, keep some

dignity and let it go.

- All right, that's

it, you're done now.

Spare me the father routine,

Rueben, you don't know me.

- Now hold on a minute.

- No, you hold on for a minute.

I am sick and tired of

old f***ers like you

telling me what I

can and cannot do.

You should have no respect,

and I've done more than

enough to earn your respect.

- Don't you raise your voice...

- Shut up!

- What the f***.

- Shut the f*** up!

- You don't know

what you've done.

- We know exactly what

I'm doing, Rueben,

and I'm not playing around.

Tell me where she is or I'll

slice your f***ing throat.

- You ain't gonna do sh*t!

- Rueben, just, just tell him.

- Tell me where she is Rueben.

No?

You don't wanna tell

me, fine, fair enough.

You know what,

maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not gonna

stab you, but Logan,

I think Logan's gonna

kill your barmaid.

- You are a dead man.

- And you need to

be really clever

like all your other little

f***ers think you are,

and you need to tell

me where she is.

(light delightful music)

- Hey.

You manage to get

on the slopes today?

- NIAMH:
No.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I already have a drink.

- Top up maybe?

- No.

- You know I haven't figured

you out vet but I will.

- What are you

talking about, aye?

- Well there isn't

much else to do here

apart from ski and drink.

- I am drinking.

I just don't wanna

drink with you.

- Yeah, well no harm

in making friends.

- I'm looking for someone.

- Who?

- I don't think you'd know him.

He's not exactly the ski

instructor type I'd imagine.

- Well, being the ski instructor

type and a taxi service

for the tourists, I get

to meet a lot of people.

I'm good with names and faces.

- Oh, I don't know.

- Well, if you tell me his

name, I might be able to help.

I'm a known man

around these parts.

Look, let me get you a top up

and I might be able to help you.

- Fine.

- Fine.

Yeah, I know everyone

around these slopes.

The one with the information,

I'm the go-to guy.

Two Jagerbombs and

tequilas, please.

So, what part of

Northern Ireland

did you say you were from then?

- I didn't.

Belfast.

- To Belfast!

And friendship.

Same again.

So, who is it you're

looking for then?

- Like I said, you

probably won't know him.

- Well how about

this, if you name

who it is you're looking

for and I don't know him,

scout's honor, I'll buy

all the drinks all night.

- Fine, I'll take your offer.

His name is Stanley Winters.

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