Never?
Why would I?
Well, what about their families?
What about 'em?
Well, doesn't it ever bother you...
you know, the pain that you're causing
the loved ones that are left behind, grieving for...
for the person that you've just murdered?
You know, I killed people when I was in the Army, you know?
Nobody, you know...
They had families, so...
Yeah, sure, but I think...
you know, I think the difference is choice.
When you're in the Army, you-you don't have a choice.
But here, you-you do. You've got a choice.
- You don't actually have to do this job. - No, no, no,
- no, no, no, no, no. - You could... I mean, you could choose
- to do something different. - No, no, no, no.
I chose to join the Army.
You know, I could say, like, somebody put a gun to my head
and said you got to join the army or, you know...
I had a choice. That's-that's what I decided to do.
I was gonna go over there and fucking kill people,
- so... - Yeah, okay.
You got no problem with that.
- Okay. - As soon as I come back here
and I start doing the same thing,
suddenly you're all, fucking,
I don't know, "high and mighty" about it.
Like, you know...
like I should feel bad about it or something.
- Should I feel bad about it? - Uh,
I'm-I'm just asking a question.
Yeah, you're asking some questions.
Yeah. It's the questions you're asking,
- you know what I mean? - Well, okay, well, so,
what about... what about your daughter?
I mean, you-you know, from what you've told me,
you really love her. I'm sure she loves you.
Surely she'd be really, you know, devastated
if something happened to you.
- Hey, my friend. - Hi.
Get that one and a pack of John Kelsey's, friend.
Money, champ.
Thanks, mate.
Could've just had one of these, prez.
No, I don't smoke that.
What's wrong with them?
It's all the chemicals, mate. It tastes like shit.
Oi.
What, are you stalking me, mate?
- Hey? How are you? - Hey, good.
What you doing... What the fuck?! Jesus.
Get him!
Hold him, hold him, hold him.
- Got him. - Hold him.
- Kev! - I got him.
Kev!
I got him. Got him.
Kev!
I got you.
Good? Let's get out of here.
Let's go, mate.
Kev!
So who's paying you?
Your VP.
Alex?
Mm-hmm.
Jesus. Fuck.
Uh, you got a smoke?
Quit.
You quit?
Good for you, mate.
I got some rollies in me pocket.
You good I get 'em out?
Hey, go for it.
They paying you all right?
Yeah.
Mind me asking how much?
- $250. - Fuck.
Jesus. Yeah, well, you're good.
I'll give you that.
I never saw it coming.
Nothing personal.
Yeah, I know.
I'm surprised I've fucking lived this long, to tell you the truth.
Mm.
I'm guessing if I was to try and buy you out,
you'd just pocket the cash and kill me anyway.
Still got to get your $250.
Mm-hmm.
It was weird, but...
I mean, I'd never shot any bloke before that.
And it's not like it is in the movies, right?
- It's different. - Mm.
And this fellow, I remember,
his legs went all sort of wobbly
and sat down on the floor.
He just looked real fucking tired,
you know. Just real tired.
He looked up at me, you know.
He sort of looked me right in the eye.
Just said, "Fuck, mate."
Then he just...
That was it.
Lights went out of his eyes.
20 years, and that bloke still comes to me in my dreams.