The ABCs of Death 2 Page #2

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Father, please stop!

You are to suffer death

in such a manner -

that others,

warned by your example -

may be the more afraid to offend.

Oh, f***!

What the f*** Tobias,

you didn't hit him hard enough!

I'll hit him a-f***ing-gain then,

won't I!

Oh f***ing hell,

you nearly took my fingers off!

Well f***ing move back then!

Decorum, boys!

Give this man his dignity!

Father, shut the f*** up!

For the love of God, finish this!

Finish him off.

And we pray, God,

that you may make such use -

of your punishments in this world

that your soul may be saved -

in the world to come.

- You're blooded now.

Lucy Wilson missing for over

a month and presumed dead...

I did not kill her!

Welcome back.

Looking good.

Life is yours.

Now you must pay me.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

Please don't...

Shut your ugly face.

Go ahead and alert them, go ahead.

It's exactly what I'm about to do

if you just stop interrupting.

Sorry...

I thought you'd like

all the "tehila" to yourself.

What do you mean by "tehila?"

Glory.

So say glory.

What do you mean?

If you'll shoot the rifle, -

your friends will come running -

and take all the credit for

capturing the "Israeli b*tch".

What's your name?

No names!

Ok, so I'll make one up, -

Muhammad.

Very original.

Instead of calling your gang, -

you can climb the tree, -

cut the cables,

and take me to the village yourself.

Or maybe you're afraid of heights?

I'm not afraid of

anything, you slut!

Then prove it.

I jumped from an airplane, -

Let's see you climb a tree.

If that's how you

jump off an airplane

perhaps you should stay

in the kitchen.

Look at her,

I'll show her who's afraid...

I don't get why you are so happy.

It's not like you're getting free.

I just really need to pee.

Women, -

you never know how to hold it in.

Don't pee in your pants...

Are you sure this is Cognac?

Tastes more like supermarket

cooking brandy.

Trust me, it's the good stuff.

Yeah, I don't know, Granddad.

I've done wee-wees

tastier than this.

It's... the... good... stuff.

Yuck!

You could've got a TV in here.

I've told you, I don't like telly.

Well, just get a small one then.

It's like being in the

1950s in here.

Oh, have you heard something rotten

about the 1950s?

Look at you,

my lovely little grandson.

Not so little these days.

Hello, this is embarrassing.

Right...

I'm f***ing off to bed.

Oh? This necklace?

Yeah, it is real gold.

Would look even better

hanging off your tit, love.

And I am absolutely loving it.

"My lovely little grandson".

What a twat!

You're the twat, mate.

Who called me a twat?

Ahh, twat.

Ahh, sh*t!

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