Let Us Prey Page #3
Everything.
What does he know, Duncan?
What does he know?
Well, well. Doktor Hume.
Come to mend our ills.
What's up Doc? You here to
examine my wrist, are you?
- Back up, Doctor Hume.
- You'r a long way
from the moral high
ground down here, Doctor.
Still, we all make mistakes, eh?
- Mind your own, Beswick.
- Oh, I will if he will.
But there's one thing I can
not abide, it's a hypocrite.
How do you explain your presence
here this evening, then?
- Mr. Beswick just got owned!
- And what did you get?
I got to watch!
And I've got a wicked little
story to tell all my friends.
- You threatening me, Francis?
- It's Caesar.
And no, I'm mearly opening
the floor to discussion,
about what my silence might be
worth to yourself and the good doctor.
See, I might not be book smart,
- Mr. Beswick, but I ...
- You're not any kind of smart, Caesar.
You're an idiot.
So why don't you sit down,
shut up,
and stop scaring the wildlife.
I heard she used to be anybody's
for a can of cider and a thumb up her ass.
That evolutionary ladder just
will not climb itself, will it son?
Sticky, sticky little fingers.
So, according to our records
and your fingerprints
you are one Alexander Monroe
from Port Glasgow.
and you died in 1983, in a fire,
aged seventy nine.
Must say you're lookin well, Al.
The benefits of a clear conscience.
And that, right there,
Technology! Totally unreliable.
Except, tonight, we're going to
do things the old fashoned way.
Keep it up!
We might just!
Okay.
are for a minute, and ask why.
Why, for instnce, did Dr. Hume attack you?
Because the clock is ticking.
Midnight is approaching.
He said, "you know".
Know what, exactly?
That the price for our sins
is paid for in blood.
And that I ... shall be...
"I shall be a vagabond in the air".
"And everyone that
findeth me, shall slay me".
That's the one.
Something in common.
- We're both Christians, mate.
- Except, you're more of um...
Old Testament kind of guy,
aren't you?
The blood and the vengeance.
The sweat,
and the spunk.
I can smell it.
Must say, I don't remember
that one from Sunday school.
Neither do I, but then... I jumped ship.
- So you don't believe in God?
- Didn't say that.
But I would like a f***ing word.
Ours is not to question why.
No! Because, down here, we
get to do what we please. Right?
Take him.
Take him down!
- Sarge, I don't...
- No!
Oh excellent! I was just about
to call up for a round of tea.
Did I see a packet of
Burbon Creams up there?
Look, you should be out
in the morning, okay?
Mundie?
You f***ing dirt...
Jesus Christ! Are you okay?
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