Beautiful Creatures Page #5

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How much money do you want?

What's a reasonable sum?

How much is he worth?

get his hands on?

I don't know what you mean.

How much?

He's dead now...

...and we killed him.

So, if we could get away from here forever.

I can't think of anything else to say.

Brian is dead. You're all alone. | It's just you and me.

Help me.

You want...

...exactly 1 million cash.

No. A real number. A serious number.

Not a bloody imaginary...

1 million or...

...Ronnie McMinn | will get his brother's head...

...in a green nylon knapsack...

...all tied up with a ribbon | through the post.

Bloody hell.

Tell them you have to speak to Brian.

I have to speak to Brian.

- To know that he's all right. | - To know that he's all right.

We can't bring him to the phone.

They can't bring him to the phone.

Then how do we know that they haven't | already decapitated Mr. McMinn?

Ask him something.

- Brian.

- Ask me to ask Brian a question. | - I have to ask him something.

- What? | - What do you want me to ask him?

Something only you and Brian both know.

Something only me and Brian both know.

On you go.

Ask him...

Tell him to...

God, I can't think of what to ask.

Tell them to ask Brian to tell you | when and where...

...you and him last made love.

When and where did Brian and me...

...last make love?

Half an hour ago, up the bottom.

That is precisely...

...100 percent spot on.

You're not contemplating | something silly here, are you, hen?

It's a favorite spot, you know.

It's lovely.

It's not lovely | when you're fishing them out of the water.

Away home and take an overdose.

They've hung up.

Did they answer the question?

What did they say?

They said, | "On the leather couch in his office...

...Tuesday lunchtime...

...twice."

And would that be correct?

Then I have to say | that I think Mr. McMinn...

...is a very, very lucky man...

...because obviously...

Obviously he hasn't had his head cut off.

I'm so sorry.

- I thought you meant... | - You've had a massive shock.

Now, let me ask you before I go:

Do you have an easily accessible | back entrance I can make use of?

Dave, have you seen Neil Mclndoe?

- Who's Neil Mclndoe? | - Regional pathologist.

Big ugly f***er, no taste in clothes, | bad personal hygiene.

Got you. In the canteen.

Reason I didn't know who you meant, | was everybody calls him "dog-breath".

F*** me. You're not eating that swill | out of choice, are you, Neil?

Detective Inspector Hepburn.

How's the golf, George?

It'd be a lot better if some f***er | hadn't ripped off my clubs out my car.

The reason I come here to eat this swill...

...is so I can enjoy my lunch | without being surrounded by body parts.

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