Killer Elite Page #4

Poor bastard.

Ten years after the war he cops it for

doing something he was ordered to do.

He knew what he was doing

when he joined the club.

Yeah. What club?

The killing club.

Could've been you or me.

Yeah, but it's not.

I'm just glad I never killed a Rag head.

No offence, my son.

Let's get this done.

Excuse my friend, he's a royal a**hole.

Sh*t!

Where's he going to run?

It's the middle of the f***ing desert.

Meier!

Cut him off at the next shaft!

Let's go! Let's go!

Where is he?

Ssh.

Aagh!

Ugh!

Get out of here! F***ing hell!

So what, now somebody's on our ass?

We should move right away.

I'll set up Harris's interview

for tomorrow.

Davies, you make sure his girl

doesn't show.

She has nothing to do with this.

Wanker!

We're military historians.

I'll do the talking, all right.

Well, it's five o'clock somewhere,

isn't it?

So where's this documentary going to

be shown then?

On the telly?

The chair.

Those bastards in C Company

put this together hmm?

What's the matter?

They didn't like sand in their burgers.

Eh?

Hello, boys! I'm not saying a word 'til

I see my lawyer.

Think back. The village of Qum.

You killed a guerrilla commander.

His name was Hussein bin Amr.

Do you admit it?

F*** off! You're kidding, right?

You commanded a company there.

Aye, I led a company on that op, sure.

Yeah, you assassinated Hussein bin Amr.

There were witnesses.

You dropped him in front of his family.

All right, you got me. I did it!

F*** you! Good one!

Now untie me!

Get up.

Hey! Piss off!

We have what we need.

What if I told you somebody else

dropped your guerrilla commander?

His name is?

I can't remember.

But he's writing a book about

the whole Oman gig.

You might find it in there.

If you could read.

To the bathroom.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait!

It's coming back to me,

looking at your f***ing face!

His name's Captain R. Sole!

A, R, S, E, H, O, L, E!

Shut up.

You're f***ing dead yeah?

On your knees!

F***ing queers! Serve you f***ing right!

Head down. Get your f***ing hands off me

you queer!

- You're f***ing kidding me!

- Hold him still.

If I find you I'm going to

- put your f***ing head in the toilet.

- Okay.

Poor f***er.

Jay!

I need money for the taxi.

I had to take a taxi. I had a flat.

F*** you! Aagh!

Case closed.

Thank you.

...tells of a dramatic 12 hour

rescue operation

to save the crew of Radio Caroline.

The pirate radio ship sank the...

Seems your friend did what you couldn't.

Wouldn't.

Wouldn't. Couldn't.

He's avenged Hussein.

Good news for the old man. Not for you.

What do you mean?

Three brothers dead.

Rotting in the sand.

You didn't want to get revenge yourself?

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