Wild Gees, The Page #5

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Where's Shawn Fynn?

Who? I don't know any Shawn Fynn

Yes, you do

Hey, I got a genuine Blackjack!

I got a genuine Blackjack,

hotter than a fox!

He's in great trouble,

if you know where he is, tell us

The Mafia have a contract out on him, if

they get him before us, they'll kill him

We're down to the last minute

We are his close friends

Check with him and tell him that Rafer

Janders and Allen Faulkner are here

Describe us, and be sure,

and do it now or he's a dead man

OK, I believe you.

He's right here in this building

Behind the men's loo, there's a stairway

Top floor, first room on the left

Shawn, it's Allen

Not even a hearty hand-shake

or a "Shawn, my boy

how are you?"

- Clown

"Clown"? At least that's a start

Do you mind telling me

what you're doing here, thank God?

If we live, I'll tell you why. Idiot

Clown and idiot... you always were a

flatterer

You never change, do you Shawn?

A whole army out there and

you're still making jokes

- Let's get out of here.

- Now you're making jokes. Where to?

Don't worry

Allen, open up

A car just pulled up at the back door

- Rafer, what are you doing here?

- Cycling a bike!

- Maniac.

- Everybody's calling me names

Another car in front.

We'd better do a little praying

- Somebody's trying to lift this

contract. - What contract?

- Who? Would somebody tell me what's

going on? - Rafer, what you carrying?

This... and this

Sort of balances me up

Mr Martin, I do appreciate you coming at

such short notice

It's 4 o'clock in the morning, I should

imagine you would

And I want to get home to bed

and go to sleep

What do you want?

I want you to lift

the contract on Shawn Fynn

He killed my brother's son

From what I've learned, your brother's

better off without that son

You tell him that. He's grieving

He'll get over it.

Let's get down to facts

Now, I control a number of newspapers

I guarantee you, the day

after Shawn Fynn dies,

you and your family will be

amongst the most written-about

and photographed men in England

Wrong room

Frankie!

Get out, the contract's lifted

I'll be damned!

These gents should've waited 3 minutes

Let's get out of here,

before the police arrive

You're right

- Very gentle, the circles you move in.

- Heather, I'm sorry

She's the one who

told them the wrong room

Get a doctor

You know nothing, right?

I will pay you back, I swear

You run along, love

It was a pleasure helping you out, if I

still have my teeth

Thanks. Well thank her, you clowns

- Thanks, you're a good girl.

- Kiss her and come on

Isn't he a love?

I don't wish to appear rude, Thomas,

but exactly who the devil is he?

Let's just say he's a military adviser

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