The Tail Job Page #2

"I love you."

- She lied.

- I was hoping I might

catch her with him tonight.

- Unbelievable.

Who was this guy?

- Sio Bohan.

- Sio Bohan?

- Yeah, Sio Bohan.

- What kind of stupid name is that?

It sounds Asian or something.

Where did she meet this guy?

- Well, I don't know.

It could have been anywhere.

It could have been at work,

a coffee shop,

or yoga.

- Glad I didn't give

her a lift to the city.

- I'm Trevor.

- Nicholas.

Oh God, it's her!

What do I do, answer it?

- No, don't answer it.

Hang up!

- What if I just confront

her now, get it over with?

- Don't give her the satisfaction

of lying to you again.

Hang up!

- Taxi!

- We've got movement.

Get up.

So, what do you want to do?

- Can we follow it?

- F*** yeah.

Tail job.

Buckle up.

- Yeah!

- Seriously, put your belt on.

I'm not allowed to drive

until you put your belt on.

- Oh yeah.

- So, what's the plan when

you finally catch 'em?

You going to beat his head in or hers?

- No, no, no, no.

I just need some proof.

Just snap a photo of

them kissing or whatever.

- Then what?

- Then I'll ask her how her

night with the girls was

and she'll say it was great,

then I'll give her the photo

and then I'm just going

to walk out of there.

- Served cold, nice.

You're lucky.

- Lucky?

Yeah right, my fiancee is cheating on me.

How is that lucky?

- Yeah, but you caught her

in time so you are lucky.

Imagine if you were married already

or worse married with a kid.

That's a sh*t storm believe me.

You are lucky.

- Hey don't lose her.

- Don't worry, we're

exactly where we want to be.

We always want to be one or two cars

behind them at all times.

That way they don't pick up the scent.

Now if I want to get closer, I

travel in the lane next to us

and pull up in their blind spot.

- How many times have you done this?

- Too many times, Nick, too many times.

- It's Nicholas.

- You think you're the first

person to ever be cheated on

and need to use a taxi to get revenge?

Mate, half the people that

sit in that seat think

they're being cheated on

or cheating on someone

or are following someone

who is cheating on them.

The amount of extramarital intercourse

happening in that seat,

I could write an erotic

novel if I wanted to.

- Are you married?

- Was, past tense.

- Hey, they're turning.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right.

Come on, let me in, mate.

Let me in, I'm trying to merge, you moron!

F***!

There are some morons on these roads!

- Is that them?

- Yeah, that's them.

They're four cars up ahead.

- What's this?

- You nearly killed me, you

fuckwit, learn to drive!

- I had my blinker on, you f***ing idiot!

- Oh f*** off you did!

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