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We don't know. West is dead. |
What about you, wandering around alone? At least we have an alibi |
What do you mean, alone? |
Holy fuck... Holy fuck, what the fuck did you guys do? |
We found him like this... |
Yeah, right... |
Shut up. West's dead. |
You too? |
We can still come out of this okay. Pike got free, he got a gun, he came after us. That's the story. |
This isn't our area. Whose area is this |
Can anybody hear me! |
Hey, I Holy fuck... holy fuck, what the fuck did you guys do? |
We found him like this |
You killed him you fucking faggot |
We found him like this! Kendall was with me the whole Listen to me! |
We got I don't know, we got separated |
Before or after the explosion? Mueller |
I don't know! |
Shut the fuck up, you fucking faggot, You just shut the FUCK UP. |
HEY! |
West was one thing, but this |
Shut up, Mueller. |
Don't you ever point a gun at me! |
I'm I'm sorry... |
A target, Kendall, cap a fucking target. What's wrong with you? |
I thought I was gonna have an attack. Go into a fit and bite off my own tongue in the middle of the bayou. Childs could tell I wasn't right. |
Just safety your shit and get behind me, okay? I'll take care of this. |
Fuck, what the fuck is going on |
What do we do? |
Whoever it is isn't shooting at us... |
I don't want to go |
Fine. |
Did did you |
It was the grenade you fucking idiot. Look at him! |
What about Pike? |
Maybe he'll be there. Either way, we have to go. |
He is the only one unaccounted for. |
Maybe he's dead too. Maybe you killed them both, Mueller |
You framedhim... |
None of that matters now. We got two dead bodies and a story that explains them. You're either with us, or against us which is it? |
Don't like 'em, don't eat 'em, don't make no damn difference to me. |
You know that was like a quadruple negative? |
Can I at least have a drink? |
It's ten thirty in the morning. |
Yeah, if you've slept. |
You know the law no liquor before noon. Could lose my license. |
Don't you mean "don't need no liquor license not taken away from me"? |
Hurricane kept you up, too? |
Yeah, and I could've used the sleep. I'm supposed to meet people here tonight, try and get some work going. |
Bill Styles... |
Who? |
Old friend. Haven't talked to him in 911. Can I use your phone? |
Charming Schuvaloff. |
Blackeyed Sczortarska. |
Dark Valdez. |
Do you expect me to believe that your lover brought you here tonight? |
Yes. He brought me in his carriage, and he will call for me at midnight. |
And he doesn't care about me? |
He is only curious to know who you are. |
If his love were like mine, he would not permit you to come here. |
He loves me, as I love you. |
Will he wish to know the details of this night? |
He will believe that it will please me if he asks about it, and I shall tell him everything except some circumstances which might humiliate him. |
Tender Hegenheim. |
I made Sir William Cosgrove's acquaintance as usual at the play table. One could not but admire the spirit and gallantry with which he pursued his favorite pastime; for, though worn out with gout and a myriad of diseases, a cripple wheeled about in a chair, and suffering pangs of agony, yet you would see him every morn... |
Hang it, Mr. Roderick James, you have no more manners than a barber, and I think my black footman has been better educated than you; but you are a young fellow of originality and pluck, and I like you, sir. because you seem determined to go to the devil by a way of your own. |
Indeed, you are right, sir. Look at me. Marriage has added forty years to my life. I am dying, a wornout cripple, at the age of fifty. When I took off Lady Cosgrove, there was no man of my years who looked so young as myself. Fool that I was! I had enough with my pensions, perfect freedom, the best society in Europe a... |
Would you have me spend my life all alone? |
In truth, sir, yes, but, if you must marry, then marry a virtuous drudge. |
The milkmaid's daughter? |
Well, why not a milkmaid's daughter? No man of sense need restrict himself or deny himself a single amusement for his wife's sake; on the contrary, if he selects the animal properly, he will choose such a one as shall be no bar to his pleasure, but a comfort in his hours of annoyance. For instance, I have got the gout;... |
Sir William Cosgrove, with his complication of ills, was dying before us by inches. He was continually tinkered up by doctors, and, what with my usual luck, he might be restored to health and live I don't know how many years. If Cosgrove would not die, where was the use of my pursing his lady? But my fears were to prov... |
Good evening, Mr. James, have you done with my lady? |
I beg your pardon? |
Come, come, sir. I am a man who would rather be known as a cuckold than a fool. |
I think, Sir William Cosgrove, you have had too much drink. Your chaplin, Mr. Hunt, has introduced me into the company of your lady to advise me on a religious matter, of which she is a considerable expert. |
Gentlemen, see this amiable youth! He has been troubled by religious scruples, and has flown for refuge to my chaplin, Mr. Hunt, who has asked for advise from my wife, Lady Cosgrove, and between them both, they are confirming my ingenious young friend in his faith. Did you ever hear of such doctors and such a disciple? |
Faith, sir, if I want to learn good principles, it's surely better I should apply for them to your lady, and your chaplin than to you? |
He wants to step into my shoes! He wants to step into my shoes! |
Well, if my intentions are what you think they are if I do wish to step into your shoes, what then? I have no other intentions than you had yourself. Lady Cosgrove's wealth may be great, but am I not of a generous nature enough to use it worthily? Her rank is lofty, but not so lofty as my ambition. I will be sworn to ... |
Is it not a pleasure, gentlemen, for me, as I am drawing near the goal, to find my home such a happy one; my wife so fond of me, that she is even now thinking of appointing a successor? Isn't it a comfort to see her; like a prudent housewife, getting everything ready for her husband's departure? |
I hope that you are not thinking of leaving us soon, knight? |
Not so soon, my dear, as you may fancy perhaps. Why, man, I have been given over many times these four years, and there was always a candidate or two waiting to apply for the situation. Who knows how long I may keep you waiting. |
Sir, let those laugh that win. |
I am sorry for you Mr. James. I'm grieved to keep you or any gentleman waiting. Had you not better to arrange with my doctor or get the cook to flavor my omelette with arsenic? What are the odds, gentlemen, that I don't live to see Mr. James hang yet? |
Did you buy the horse, papa? |
Now, just have a little patience, my boy. Your birthday isn't until next week. |
But I will have it on my birthday, won't I? |
Well, we'll just have to wait and see, won't we? |
Good night, papa. |
Good night, my little darling. |
Papa? |
Yes? |
One of the boys in the stable told Nelly that you've already bought my horse, and that it's at Doolan's farm, where Mick the groom is breaking it in. Is that true, papa? |
What the devil? What kind of fools do we have here? Pottle, who told the lad this story? |
I promise your lordship a good flogging if you even so much as go to Doolan's farm to see him. |
Yes, papa. |
Your bother is in America fighting the rebels. |
Is he all right, papa? |
Yes, he's fine. |
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