The Escapist Page #3

Okay, how much time?

End bell rings at 9:00.

That gives us

eight hours end to end.

When do we go?

How much do you need?

Three days.

That's good for me.

Then Friday...

...we go.

Oh, one more thing.

Just make sure

you don't get murdered tonight.

[muffled shouting]

There you go.

Proof that David and Goliath

is cock and bullshit.

Wouldn't be too sure.

[metal screeching]

You drop something?

Didn't see you there.

No, you didn't.

Fancy yourself, do you, Frank?

What?

You got permission?

You don't.

F***.

F***.

That's not gonna make Rizza happy.

Trouble is, I open my mouth,

he's likely to piss in yours.

I could sort something, yeah?

Avoid any trouble.

What?

Don't run, Frank.

Don't run.

I can run faster.

Rizza gets wind of this,

he's gonna to make sure

you don't go anywhere

unless you sort me out.

Yeah, that's right.

You off your nut?

First bell tomorrow, Frank.

In your cell, Frank, yeah?

First bell.

Drop it!

Don't you do this!

I will not let you f*** this up!

[door swings open]

Fish and chips drowned in vinegar.

How about that?

You got to be

looking forward to that.

Huh?

Park bench, first day of summer,

nice large portion

of fresh battered cod,

wrapped in newspaper,

watching beautiful girls jog by.

You know what I mean?

No.

You all right?

What?

Tony.

- F***.

- What?

How the f*** did he find out?

What's he want?

Half a key.

Half a f***ing key?

What's that,

a bit a grand's worth?

We got options.

Yeah, I suggest the option

that murders him.

And have Rizza on our backs?

Not a chance.

Tony's untouchable.

Not Tony,

Batista.

We get rid, then pocket his stash.

What do we do then?

We look under his mattress?

Check in his pockets?

The fella's got an operation

going on.

Do you not think

he's smarter than that?

Prick's not made

of f***ing kryptonite.

Nobody's getting their hands

bloodied for Tony.

Nobody.

Are you calling it?

No.

So?

What if a ticket out

is worth something to Batista?

[grunting]

[metal squeaking]

[humming]

Shh!

[muffled shouting]

Half a key?

And you want me to give it to you?

No.

It's a trade.

Who else is going?

Brodie.

And Lenny Drake.

Lenny Drake.

Half a key of kat

cleans me out for a month.

Tony knows that.

So Tony's got a taste for it.

He think you'll kill me for it

or steal it.

Which puts me in a coffin,

or worse if I don't deliver

for Rizza.

Besides, if Tony knows,

then Tony knows.

He's the devil on your back now.

But if you want to trade,

I'll give you a trade.

Kat's a dangerous drug

but deadly when poisoned.

You got it?

If it looks, smells,

and tastes like kat...

Who will know?

No one touches Tony.

- Rizza would...

- Rizza?

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