The Crying Game Page #14

JODY:

Hurling's a fast game, isn't it, Fergus?

FERGUS:

The fastest.

JODY:

Faster than cricket?

FERGUS:

Cricket's in the halfpenny place.

JODY:

So if I ran now, there's no way I'd beat

you, is there?

FERGUS:

You won't run.

JODY:

But if I did... you wouldn't shoot a

brother in the back --

Jody suddenly sprints, and, loosening the ties on his hands,

then freeing them, he is off like a hare. Fergus screams in

fury after him.

FERGUS:

JODY!!!

31.

Fergus aims, then changes his mind and runs.

FERGUS:

You stupid bastard --

JODY:

What you say, faster?

FERGUS:

I said you bastard -- stop --

JODY:

Got to catch me first --

Fergus gains on him -- stretches his arm out -- but Jody

sprints ahead again -- as if he has been playing with him. He

laughs in exhilaration. Fergus pants behind him, wheezing,

almost laughing.

JODY:

Used to run the mile, you know -- four

times round the cricket pitch -- what was

that game called?

FERGUS:

Hurling --

JODY:

What?

FERGUS:

Hurling --

Jody runs, whipping through the trees -- always ahead of him.

JODY:

Come on, Fergie -- you can do it -- a bit

more wind --

Fergus grabs his shoulder and Jody shrugs it off, gaining on

him again.

JODY:

Bit of fun, Fergus, eh?

And suddenly the trees give way. Jody turns, laughing, to

Fergus.

JODY:

Told you I was fast --

Fergus is panting, pointing the gun at Jody

32.

JODY:

Don't do it.

And suddenly a Saracen tank whips around the corner, hits

Jody with the full of its fender. His body flies in the air

and bounces forward as another tank tries to grind to a halt

and the huge wheels grind over him.

Fergus, screaming, "No-!" He almost moves forward, then sees

soldiers spilling from the tank around the body. Fergus turns

and runs.

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