Calibre Page #2

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- Wow. That's pretty harsh.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it is harsh.

F***ers.

I've got a fiance, and she's pregnant.

Iona.

- I'm sorry. Listen, I should have...

- Listen, no.

- I should have said. I should...

- Listen.

I have had a f***ing boring week.

My mum owns the inn.

And I have the bar keys.

Just come and have a drink with me.

- Yeah?

- Of course.

Okay.

- So you grew up here?

- Yep.

I should probably think about leaving

soon, though, before it's too late.

I don't know.

I think it's quite cool. I like it.

- Try living here.

- This is true.

So, how are you feeling

about being a dad?

I don't know.

I mean, it's f***ing terrifying. It's...

Yeah, course it is.

No, I think you'll be okay.

I hope so.

Cheers.

Rise and shine.

Come on, Vaughn. Get up!

We're late.

Morning. Come on, Vaughn.

Hop to it. We're late.

Get up.

Someone crept back

suspiciously late last night.

Nothing f***ing happened, man, okay?

So just shut up.

Just... I'm just hungover.

I mean, how come you're so fresh?

Oh, you're not sniffing

that sh*t again, are you?

I didn't smoke. I told you, smoking

gives you hangovers, not alcohol.

Jesus, man,

I thought you quit that stuff.

I'm on my holidays.

Jesus Christ, mate. You look like sh*t.

Can you just do me a favor

and just shoot me?

Here. Take a shot of this.

- Oh, f***. I've forgotten the ammo.

- You're joking me.

We're gonna have to go back

to the hotel, mate.

- Can I not just use yours?

- No, you can't just use mine.

You can't put .270 ammo

into a .243 rifle.

- You'll blow your own head off.

- Okay, I don't care. I'll just...

Use my .22.

And please don't f***ing drop that.

You take it, man. I'm not.

It's your spot, your kill.

Now, remember what I said.

Just relax and let it happen.

Do it now, Vaughn. Take the shot.

Do it. Now, Vaughn.

Vaughn. Vaughn, come back. Vaughn, no.

Vaughn.

Vaughn.

Sammy!

Sammy!

Here. Here.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, okay.

You f***ing...

Sh*t.

Sorry.

Sammy.

Sammy. Sammy!

Oh, my boy!

Sammy.

Sammy.

Oh, my boy.

Oh, my boy. Oh, Sammy. I didn't see him.

I didn't see him. I didn't see him.

I didn't...

I didn't see him. I didn't see him.

Oh, my God.

Okay, here we go. Here we go. Come here.

There we go. There we go.

Come on. There we go. There we go.

There we go. There we go.

Run. Run.

Run.

Marcus. Marcus.

What are you doing? Marcus.

Marcus. Marcus. Marcus.

What are you doing?

We have to be seen hunting

somewhere else.

- What? We're just gonna report it.

- You shot a child.

It was... It was an accident.

- With my gun.

- It was a f***ing accident.

It's illegal for you to even use my gun.

I don't care.

We just go to the police...

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