Terminal Page #3
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you're gonna
gather your things,
you're gonna give me the key,
and then you're going
to run for your life.
You've no idea who I am,
what I do,
or who I work for.
Au contraire,
Mr. Nigel Illing.
I know exactly who you are.
I know exactly
what it is you do.
And I know exactly
who you work for.
I also know that you're 44,
5'11", 12 stone,
AB Negative,
a drinker and a smoker,
and you have a healthy appetite
for young hookers
in kinky suspenders.
And when you combine
the information
I have gathered on you
and your habits,
one can deduce exactly
how many drops of laudanum
unconscious
and relatively docile.
I need a teeny-weeny bit
of information from you
and a small donation.
Okay, what do you want?
You want money?
You want the car?
Listen, you can take it.
You can take it.
Take whatever you want.
Oh, that's a very poor
choice of words.
Help! Help!
Help!
[muffled screaming]
[rock]
Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
So there's this guy, right?
He's creeping
through this house.
It's dark, sinister, creepy.
You get the picture.
Pulls out his gun,
and he goes into the room
with it
held arm's length
in front of him, Vince.
I don't know what to tell you.
It's the pictures.
Right. You walk
into the room, right?
In like a shot.
You clear your corners.
Cleared.
The room is yours, easy.
You don't f***ing ease
your gun into the room
without being able
to see anything,
waiting to be shot.
It's stupid.
It's a film, Alf.
It's make-believe.
It's factually inaccurate.
They actually make it up.
It's not as though they've got
some hit man consultant
talking them through
the finer points
of assassinating
other fictitious people.
Yes, but why not?
It would be factually accurate
if they did.
I just realized something.
You're a f***ing moron.
Two teas, love!
Oy, bottle blonde!
Two teas.
What's the magic word?
To be fair,
you didn't say "please."
Please, could we have
two tea cups of lovely tea,
a little bit of milk,
two sugars, both builder's,
please, if you don't mind?
Thank you very much.
It will be my pleasure.
Wanker.
Watch this.
Excuse me.
Could I have one of your...
lovely-looking
sticky buns, please?
It's dinner and drinks
at the very least
before you get your hands
on my buns, handsome.
I mix a mean martini,
sugarplum.
In that case,
I'll even butter them for you.
Alfred, would you mind terribly
rejoining me at the table,
pretty please?
Before I break
your f***ing neck.
Duty calls.
On the job, are you?
that you could possibly
calm down a bit?
And what kind of a shithole
is this then, eh?
You said somewhere quiet,
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