school on Watchbell Road in Rye. Give him this, and tell him he's a fascist pig. - We need to get Janice. - We're not going, Theo. - What are you talking about? - You don't need an anchor. - No, Jasper. You're coming. - You need time. We'll stall them. I'll send them the wrong way. It's the best idea. Go on. Go on. Jasper. Theo, I've talked my way out of worse things than this. Believe me. Go on. Go. And remember, tell Syd he's a fascist pig. I love you. Hey, amigos! We're looking for Theo Faron. We know he was here a few weeks ago. Has he been back? - Who? - Theo Faron. I haven't seen him in weeks. There's biscuits and coffee on inside! Help yourself. You want a drag? Come on, have a drag. Lighten up. - What we got? - Here, Luke. There's a dead woman and dog inside. They're going to Bexhill. When did they leave? When did they leave? Pull my finger, go on. Pull my finger. I'll do it. Fuck you. Pull my finger. - Theo, I'm so sorry. - Don't you fucking touch me. You tell me the fucking reason in that. - It's all part of a bigger thing. - Shut up! Shut up and get in the fucking car. - Jasper? - He's fine. Everything's fine. I was 31. Midwife at the John Radcliffe. I was doing a stint in the antenatal clinic. Three of my patients miscarried in one week. Others were in their fifth and sixth month. We managed to save two of the poor babies. Next week, five more miscarried. Then the miscarriages started happening earlier. I remember booking a woman in for her next appointment and noticing that the page seven months ahead was completely blank. Not a single name. I rang a friend who was working at Queen Charlotte's, and she had no new pregnancies, either. She then rang her sister in Sydney. And it was the same thing there. You can relax. She's finished. As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd what happens in a world without children's voices. I was there at the end. Now you're gonna be there at the beginning. Yeah. I'll be there at the beginning. Thank you. Kee, come on! We've got to go! Stop where you are. I'm looking for Syd. Hands above your head. You're a fascist pig. What did you say? I was told to tell you you're a fascist pig. - Say it again. - No, don't, please! Say it again. Say it! You're a fascist pig. Come on. It was Jasper's idea, you know. The whole password thing. He will piss himself laughing when I tell him about this. He's a cheeky old bastard. So proud of his weed. Syd could get it a lot cheaper from the gangs, but Syd likes to deal with Jasper. Jasper's straight. A true gentleman. - All right. - What's wrong with her? Is she sick? Just carsick. - She's not going to puke, is she? - No. She's fine. Puking's bad. Very, very bad. It doesn't wash out. The smell never goes away. Usually, there's people trying to get out of Bexhill, not in. Syd doesn't know why you want to get in. Syd doesn't want to know. Syd doesn't care. Just breathe. Just breathe. What's wrong with her? A minor contraction. It's normal. Just breathe. All right. When you're released, stroll out with the other fugees. Look for the statue of a soldier. There you'll meet a woman, Marichka. Arab, gypsy, something. Always carries a shitty little dog with her. She'll find you accommodation for tonight. All right. You're fugees now. Show Syd the fugee face. Sad face. Sad fugee face. That's good. That's good. Okay. Out! Come on. Come on. Come on. Hurry up. Hurry up, move. Send me a postcard. Seats in the back! Come on, hurry up! What time are we supposed to meet the boat? Sunset tomorrow. How do we know that Luke and his mob haven't intercepted it? Luke has no way of contacting the Human Project. Nor does anyone else. Say again? Contact with the Human Project is done by mirrors. Julian was our mirror. What do you mean, "mirrors"? Mirrors. They contact one of our people. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Война в доме на английском - текст Вертихвостки 2 на английском - текст Сёстры Мунэката на английском - текст Дневной дозор на английском - текст Перл Харбор на английском |