The Liability Page #3

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Hey, sorry about

the false alarm.

It's all right.

It's probably better to be a little

bit further off the track.

Give us a go?

"Give us a go"?

Yeah, when ya...

Can I...

Could be the only chance

I ever get.

- Here.

- What about the gun?

- He doesn't use one.

- He does.

Did.

No. no, not him.

You cut it off, right?

You cut it off right here.

- You?

- Me what?

- You're the handyman?

- What?

No! No, no, no, no, no.

No no, He's supposed to look

like just another victim,

you know, so it doesn't

get traced back to me.

So just here.

All right?

On you go.

See on his hand?

Look, it says "Mate."

No, it doesn't say "Mate."

It says "Mom"

and "Dad" in Latvian.

- Latvian? - That's what

they speak in Latvia.

Are you gonna do this or what?

Try not to look in his eyes,

so you don't identify with him.

Well, it's a bit odd not to.

Well...

Think...

Of something that you hate.

Something that

you hate so much

that you'd be willing to kill it.

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, up a bit.

Up a bit, up a bit.

Right. right there. Bang on.

Oh, man, what's that?

Oh!

Muscles relax when you die.

- So he shat himself?

- Yeah, I must've hit him too hard.

Still...

- Job done, eh?

- No, no, no, here.

The wounds aren't

supposed to be postmortem.

Oh!

Not on the ground.

Oh, man.

Here ya are.

- Huh?

- Grab this.

Oh, f***.

Why don't you go

and keep an eye out?

Just like before.

Not in that outfit!

Oh, yeah.

Sick bastard.

Right.

Good afternoon, darling.

It's not as ugly

as it looks.

Deer in these forests

are protected,

so you gotta

butcher them on the spot.

And what with the roads

around here--

They don't always get

where they're going,

- Especially the older ones.

- Mmm.

We're just trying

to make a living, really.

Restaurants around here,

they pay 10 quid a kilo,

Some of 'em.

So I'll tell you

what we're gonna do:

We're gonna pack up and you're

gonna go on your way.

And then I'll give you

a nice little something

for the campfire tonight,

all right?

Oi!

Now no one needs to get hurt.

Now my friend here is

gonna come over to you

And he's gonna relieve you

of your rucksack.

Well, go on.

What are you waiting for?

Off you go.

Right.

Oh, god!

Just trying

to make it easier on you.

I'm sorry about this, darling.

You said you wanted

to kill someone.

Now's your chance.

Can't we just

tie her up somewhere?

Oh, jesus!

Get the bag!

This is why I work alone.

Not that bag, the other one.

Oh.

If we get caught, yeah,

Will they think

we did all three?

You've got alibis

for the other two, have you?

All right, bend over

like you're in pain.

Do what?

- For f***'s sake!

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