Showing posts with label The Sheriff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Sheriff. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 February 2019

The Grace of Forgetfulness

























Alex :
No! I've got to stop them, now! 








I'm quite happy to get a taxi.





And I'm quite capable of driving my wife and child to The Station.


Come on, Alex, get in.
Leave it.
We've got a train to catch.





Alex’s Father :
Some music, Alex? 


I'm Happy 
Hope You're Happy, Too - 



Alex :
It's just round this corner.
What the bloody hell? 


Oh, my God.
It wasn't the billboard.
It's happening now! 












Alex’s Father :
Get in the bloody car! 
Come on, get back in the car! Alex! 
Come on, get back in the car! 

Just hold it a minute! 

Dad! 

— ONE FLASH OF LIGHT —











It was you



If all goes to plan, by the time you are watching this I will be dead, along with my wife Caroline and our beloved daughter Alexandra.

Why did I do it?  

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation 
and go to the grave with the song still in them".

Well, not me and, er not Caroline.
We sang our song.

But, a very charming man, 
a maggot, wriggled into our paradise 
and it was compromised.

The Truth was sullied 
and it could never be unsullied.

But shed no tears for me, 
Caroline or Alex.


We are where we want to be, 
together, forever.


Uncle Evan :
I knew he was intense, 
but his own wife and child?! 
I couldn't understand why he was so keen to get Layton out of the Scrubs.
He needed him to plant the bomb.


Gene Hunt :
OK? You sit here, sweetheart, 
and if these two naughty boys start getting out of hand,  let me know.

OK? 

The little girl's asking to go home with Evan.


You OK? 
She's got no uncles or aunts that she knows.

I mean, I know that I'm not a blood relative, 
but I'm all she's got.
And I love her.

So will you help me to get custody? 

There's one more thing.
I never want her to know what Her Father did.


Alex :
Maybe she has a right to know.

Uncle Evan :
When she's older.

Alex :
You'll never tell her.

- it's not your fault.

Uncle Evan :
Thank you.





Alex :
You just destroyed evidence.


Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
How would you like to grow up knowing Your Daddy tried to blow you to kingdom come...? 


Alex :
I'm the piece of his past.
I will be.
He'll be blackmailed by Layton for not telling her the truth.

Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
I need a drink.

Uncle Evan :
I'm taking her home.
Thanks for all your help.
It's just you and me now, eh? 
Forever and ever.


Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
Bye, little lady.
Any problems, you just call the Gene-Genie.

Alex :
How come you were there, taking the little girl's hand? 

That couldn't have happened.
You weren't there.
You're not real.



Gene Hunt, 
Sheriff of Purgatory :
I'm everywhere, Bolly.
I was needed and I was there.






Hello? I've learnt something here, Molly.
Something I hope you always knew that my mother loved me.
And that love will keep me going, it will make me survive.

Don't blow those candles out yet, Molls.
I'll find my way home.
I promise.

I love you, and I will never, ever give up.




Shazza! Shazza! 

How are you, Shaz? - 
I'm good, Thanks to you, My Guardian angel.


Hey, Luigi, have you heard about those Italian war rifles for sale? 

No, Chris.
Never been fired, only dropped once!
 Hey, Luigi, why do Italian men have moustaches? 
I don't know, Chris.
Cos-a they want-a look-a like their momma! 

Good one Molto divertente Gracias.
Hey, Luigi, how many.... 


Hey! Bolls! Bolls! You look dreadful.
Come and join The Land of The Living.

There really is a Land of The Living, you know -
a sanctuary refuge bailey-court,
where calm and lawful order remains in place, enclosured, bound-up fastness  


Oi, Luigi, we're dying of thirst over here.
It's all about timing, This Life.
Still got things to learn, adventures to have.
Unbreakable, Bolly Unbreakable.
Unlike this bloody wine, which is undrinkable! Luigi! 
Gimme a beer!

Friday, 28 April 2017

My Deputies



In the Name of 

God, 
Saint Michael, and 
Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir James




In the Name of 

God
Saint Michael, and 
Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir Brian



In the Name of 

• God
• Saint Michael, and 
• Saint George

I give you the Right to Bear Arms, and the Power to Mete Justice.


RIZE

Sir James