These Final Hours Page #3
God's perfect plan,
then he was
a real f***ing idiot.
- I want to go home!
- Come on, Jane.
- Get out of the car.
- Come on.
- Come on.
- Where are we going?
Just grab your bag.
- No! No!
- Shh! Shh!
- Oh, please, just listen.
- Hey.
- It's very important.
This girl's lost.
Can I leave her with you?
Gary, for God's sake.
Get them out of here.
Gary, please!
- Can we go, James?
- Yeah, come on.
- Sorry.
- Wait.
Can I talk to you,
just for a sec?
- Please.
- What?
Please.
Just sit down.
OK. Just go read a book
over there, Rose.
What? What do you want?
Hayley, please sit down.
I've tried to do what's right.
But I can't anymore.
I love 'em too much. I can't
watch 'em suffer like this.
- What sort of dad would I be?
- Hayley, get back here!
- Dad! Dad! Dad!
- Sweetheart, come back. Gary!
You listen to Mummy, please.
Could you do it?
Clean, right in the back of their heads.
- No.
- Please!
I've got a picture book.
I'll read it to them.
You just do it. Clean.
Right in the back of their heads.
They won't feel a thing,
and then it'll be over.
There's four bullets in there,
one for each of us.
- No.
- Please. Please.
No!
Then forgive me, then.
Forgive me...
for what I gotta do.
Say it.
Say you forgive me.
Say it.
I forgive you.
Rose?
Come on.
I hope
you're looking after yourselves out there,
and each other.
These are the things
we gotta hold onto.
When it reaches us here
in Perth,
I know for a fact
that I can sit here and go,
"I had my faults, but...
but I was a good man."
Hello, Freddy?
Oi, Freddy, it's James.
- Who's that, man?
- It's Jimmy. Open up the gate!
Jimmy! Where you been, man?
Vicky's mega-pissed, dude.
Just open up the gate,
will you, d*ckhead?
- Is Vicky your girlfriend?
- Yeah.
Well, why is she
mad at you?
'Cause I should have
been here earlier!
Bloody hell.
Hey. Jimmy!
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot...
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot...
Whom!
F*** yeah!
Jimmy, you mad f***!
You look like sh*t, man.
Bring it in, d*ckhead.
- Where's Vicky?
- Hey, man.
Can you believe I thought no-one
was gonna come to my party, man?
Just look at these f***ers.
They're just going off, man.
They're just... You know what I mean?
They're getting f***ed.
Oh! And they're just
loving each other, man.
They're just aiming life the way
they want to have life!
- Where's Vicky?
- Who the f*** are you?
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