Kill List Page #4

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it's getting cold.

Yeah, I'll be up in a minute.

(Rasping whisper) 'Wake up.

'Wake up.

'Wake up.'

Wake up.

Wake up.

- Wake up.

- No.

Not now!

Come here, I ain't gonna tickle you.

- I got you now. There is no escaping!

- (Giggles)

I'm sorry about last night.

I was being an idiot.

(Jay) Shel!

Shel!

Yep. No, that's no problem.

They'll be there.

- (Jay) Shel!

- What?

- Come out here!

- What is it?

Come out here and I'll show you.

No, you come in here.

Shel. Come out here, you lazy bugger.

That's the last time.

It's an offering, not an insult.

No. She's taking the piss.

It's a cat, it can't take the piss.

What is it?

Oh no, Jay!

It's a rabbit.

Put it in the outside bin.

F*** am I. I'll cook it up

with some onion and garlic.

Not in my kitchen!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, just get rid of it, babe.

Smell of that.

What's Daddy doing?

Daddy's showing off.

What's he eating?

He's eating a rabbit.

Where from?

From the cat.

Daddy thinks the cat brings us

little presents.

The cat thinks we don't eat enough

in this house.

I just think the cat

likes killing rabbits.

(Bell tolls)

- Hey!

- (Gal) Who goes there?

(Laughs)

You all right?

- It was a good one last night, weren't it?

- Eh?

A good one last night.

- You reckon?

- Yeah.

- Nice food and all that.

- It had its moments.

Where's Fiona? Off de-forcing?

F*** knows.

What?

I think I was

a bit of a bad boy last night.

I woke up this morning

with a 'Dear John' taped to my cock.

You're joking.

No.

Oh, mate.

Get your sh*t together,

the client's expecting us.

I like this car.

Looks nice but it's a dog on corners.

Here - better safe than sorry.

It's a bit over the top for a meeting, innit?

Do you know who's in there?

Cos I f***ing don't.

You come with recommendations.

They're well earned.

Good.

Necessary.

Ah, f***!

It's all right.

No, it's not.

I hear Kiev was stormy.

I'm in the process of rewriting it.

Good.

It's important to learn

from one's mistakes, I always find.

F***, that was dramatic.

I'm bleeding on the carpet.

None of them ever say please or thank

you - that's what really fucks me off.

I mean, good manners cost nothing,

sure it doesn't.

How did he know about Kiev?

He was just letting you know

that he knows.

- What does that mean?

- Psychology, isn't it.

(G roans)

F***ing hell.

Is that your wanking hand?

- No.

- Hmm. Well, you know...

...every cloud...

- One of each?

- Take 'em yeah.

They say that's quite good.

I need to stop

and get a bandage or something.

Got to get through reception

without them noticing.

It's f***ing swollen.

I'll walk on that side.

You stay on the left

and I'll walk on the right.

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