The Killer Elite Page #4

- The scar's a little tender.

- All right. Good.

- Good. A little higher.

- There it goes.

OK. We're gonna hook a boot onto this.

Yeah. All right.

Let me see. I'll check your arm.

Good. OK. Tighten up the Velcro.

OK, you got 5, 10. Now let's try 15.

Let's see that one.

Try a little higher.

Higher.

Higher.

I thought I'd just stop up.

Here.

Well, don't. Go on, get outta here.

Go on.

Here.

- Sir?

- Yeah, thank you.

Yeah, that's good.

- Thanks. I'll take it. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Sorry.

- It's OK.

Don't worry about it. Always

wanted to take a bath in champagne.

It's OK.

It just... locked.

What's wrong?

Did it jam on you?

All right, thank you.

Thank you. It's OK.

It's all right. Thank you.

It's all right. All right.

I'm sorry.

~ First you put

your left leg close up tight ~

~ Then you move your right crutch

further to the right ~

~ Bring your legs together nice and tight ~

~ Then you do it,

you do it through the night ~

~ Then you take your... ~

Oh!

~ Your, uh, crutches without despair ~

~ You take 'em in your hands ~

- ~ You throw 'em in the air ~

- What are you doin'?

~ And that's what I call up your bird ~

Looks like you're ready. Well, all right.

Not bad. Where's the bedroom?

Upstairs.

Come on.

Can you make it all right?

Nothin' to it.

What are you? Nuts?

Hey, come on, Mike, take it easy.

You're tryin' too hard.

Mm-hm.

Hey, man, thought you were

in a wheelchair.

- I quit rollin' round.

- Let's get to work.

- I need it.

- I need it too.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- How you doin', my friend?

- All right, Cap.

Would you like to have a little?

What's your usual?

Carrot juice these days.

Oh, listen, Mike. I gotta tell you...

Weyburn and the others,

what the hell do they know?

They think you're becoming a ridiculous

spectacle, driving yourself like this.

Just to show you how screwed up

the world is becoming,

would you believe that

heroism has become old-fashioned?

No, really.

All the traitors, the terrorists -

they're gonna get the sympathy now.

That's how Hansen made his move up.

The Hansens of the world are in.

And the, um, cleft chins

and true hearts are out.

Weyburn will never put you

back in harness. No way, Mike.

And, uh, if you don't mind,

don't drop round the shop, huh?

The higher-ups don't like it.

And it makes the boys nervous -

you know, clump-clumping around.

Doesn't fit in with the Muzak.

Well...

If a guy can't blow up his best friend,

where's the morality in the world, Cap?

You're wearing it.

Mike, listen to me.

You limp, right?

You'll limp the rest of your life.

You're a cripple.

When you get that straight in your head,

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