Alytna Large (2014), dir. Luke Enfield; V: I'll be your guide So you can see the other side And I will never let you get away Never let you get away I'll hold your head So you can see Crossing your heart and hoping To never let you get away (fk copyrite)

Rufus: You alright, man? Where did he hit you?
Michael: The hip... my fucking hip Rufus. Man, I'm gonna' be fine.
Rufus: Really? Let me see...



Rufus: We've gotta' get you to a doctor...
Michael: Listen Rufus, I'm gonna' be fine.
Rufus: Y'know that I don't have to listen to you?
Michael: Finish the fucking job Rufus, then we'll have hospital time later!
Rufus: Agggh... JAN BAKKER!



Rufus: Take it easy, man.





Jan: Hello, Rufus. I've made us some food. It's lobster, real classy shit. I think what you need is an explanation from me over some nice food. Don't you?



Rufus: Why is their a briefcase here? Is that my money?



Jan: Well it was mine. I suppose it's yours now. It was yours originally, after all. Although, then again... it wasn't, was it?



Rufus: No. You're right. It wasn't mine.



Jan: See? We become criminals so we avoid being a victim. The truth is, we are all victims. You're a victim of what I've done to you and perhaps you're going to make me a victim.
Rufus: ...
Jan: Eventually, my intentions must prevail. I must look out for myself. That is why I allow you to fuck with me... but you can never... actually... fuck me.
Rufus: ... you make about as much sense as well... you as a person.
Jan: (Chuckles) You know, I did, or... Stefan, did Rebecca a favour. She never did enjoy life after what you did to her. Oh... sorry. Rather inadvertently it appears that this was all my fault. Stefan has aces up his sleeve as always! Sometimes... not even up his sleeve!
Rufus: You had her killed you sick fuck...
Jan: It's not just that, you see? On the day of the trial, I didn't want the jury to turn up. Why? I wanted the police to put your life in jeopardy. It was invested with guys we had planted in there. Not just Rebecca's lawyer, but Sanchez too. Ha, I wanted to see what you were capable of. You know, lots of people come to me with their problems asking if they can join me and work for me. I wouldn't care if you were reccomended to me by someone like Michael here, I wouldn't give you a top drawer job unless I was convinced you were fully capable of one, Rufus. You were. You're one of the most valuable people I've had in a long time.
Rufus: Bullshit.
Jan: I'm being serious. Rebecca gave me those businesses. I learnt more about you by my own research post-robbery than Michael ever told me. You just picked the wrong bank.











Stefan: You know what to do.
Dempsey: So do you.





Rufus: Why can't I kill you, take the money and run?
Jan: I have men that will kill you if you kill me. For the rest of your life, you'll be looking over your shoulder. Or - you can give that money to me and be safe.
Rufus: If they kill me, what do they do with the money?
Jan: They'll bury it with me.



Jan: So you could either shoot me or be my new business partner. After all, Stefan clearly doesn't cover his tracks well if Michael knew it was Stefan that killed Rebecca. So what's it going to be?

















(Gunshot)





Rufus: I guess it's all over...
Michael: So how about the money? Are you going to take it?
Rufus: That's not all of it. Unless I see all of it, I ain't takin' anything.



Rufus: Michael... are you okay?



Rufus: Michael!?



Rufus: MICHAEL!





Rufus: It took you guts, but you tried to fix something that was broken... (sniffs)... I forgive you, man.











Rufus: Goodbye uncle Michael.





Stefan: Hey, Rufus. Stop there.
Rufus: I have nothing to say to you.



Rufus: Woah... shit. This is all too much to take in.
Stefan: It's okay, Rufus. You won. Jan's empire has fell and a new one has rose - and that empire is yours. Everything around you is now yours... the house... everything.
Rufus: What?
Stefan: You obviously don't realise it, do you? You've killed the most powerful man in Brentstone. Now you're the most powerful man in Brenstone.
Rufus: But you were his right-hand man, isn't it you that takes the lead now?
Stefan: No. I don't want the power.
Rufus: That's unlikely of you to say such a thing.
Stefan: I stopped carrying out orders for him ages ago.
Rufus: So who killed Rebecca?



Stefan: Well I think that you killed her. Apparently she was so keen on dying the moment she saw the axe. She recorded the message without any hesitation. She didn't care who she was helping, so long as she left a lasting impact on Alterra in the wake of her brutal death.
Rufus: So who was it really?
Stefan: You'll find out.
Rufus: I need to know.
Stefan: They're waiting for you. If I was you I would wait so then you can see what they have to offer. Then it's up to you whether you want to kill that person or not. I personally don't mind if you do. Hey, c'mon... wipe those tears man. It's all over now. Michael kind of had it coming his way.



Rufus: He did. He's done many things wrong but in the end he was faithful to me and he's saved my life.
Stefan: Ha, your life is never saved. A lot of people know you now. Unless you want to emulate Jan I suggest you get out of Brentstone. Go as far away from it as you can, man.



Rufus: Michael told me everything, you know. I heard you killed your previous wife so you could marry Dempsey.
Stefan: Yes. I won't lie - it's true. I don't regret it. I've managed to learn not to regret.
Rufus: Then your life must be a misery. I feel dirty doing this kind of stuff. It's gotta' go, Stefan. It's just gotta' go. Maybe now I've reached the end. I've tied up those loose ends.



Stefan: It's amazing how a little blood being spilt can lead to so much blood being spilt... in such a short amount of time.
Rufus: Nobody fucks me like that. I don't care if I could take your role and have everything in life I had always hoped for, I'd be riskin' other people's necks by doing it. I never wanted Rebecca to be killed. I should've never brought her into this with the whole money laundering saga.



Stefan: Stay safe, brother. I'd like to give you my heartfelt congratulations, as well as my condolences as a result of Michael and Rebecca's deaths. Whichever path you choose, I won't be there. It's been a pleasure knowing you. Goodbye, my friend.



Rufus: Yeah, see ya'.



Rufus: What a creep.





Rufus: Hold on a minute...





Rufus: What the fuck?





(Gunshots)



Rufus: You mad bitch. It was you...































Rufus: So Stefan, THE BITCH IS DEAD! WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE TO THROW AT ME, HUH!?

(Gunshots)



Rufus: Come on out you bastard, you have some serious explaining to do!



Rufus: What... on... Alterra!?









Rufus: ... and here I am never knowing what I was lettin' myself in for.



Stefan: So Rufus, here we are!



Stefan: Just because I didn't kill Rebecca doesn't mean I didn't play a part in it! Whenever I kill someone, I savour it. Because that's my kick in life. I enjoy life when I take it from others.



Stefan: 'Cause I'm just a sick fuck who enjoys making your life a misery! Whether it's ciphering bank accounts or killing your relatives! I couldn't give a FUCK about Jan either! The only reason I'm a little sad about him is the fact that I couldn't kill him but YOU DID!



Stefan: And y'know what? The axe is gettin' old. I need to try new things!



Stefan: Let's have a little firework display, right!? Then you can go out in style, baby!





Stefan: REBECCA DIDN'T! I STILL WATCHED IT ALL UNFOLD! TRUTH BETOLD, SHE FELT GUILTY OF WHAT SHE DID! DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER!?



Stefan: SHE TRIED TO GET OUT OF IT ALL BY KILLING HERSELF! BUT IT WAS TOO LATE! DEMSPEY AND I HAD HER TRAPPED!



Rufus: I JUST KILLED YOUR WIFE AND YOU HAVE NO REMORSE! YOU CAN'T KEEP USING PEOPLE LIKE THIS!







Stefan: You may have conquered Dempsey, but I'm not so weak. I'm not a weak, gold-digging bitch. You're going to die on this attempt, Rufus!



Stefan: So just fuck off and die!









Rufus: YOU! STOP THERE AT ONCE!





Rufus: I don't care where it's going, but follow that black Faunton that just went past. PLEASE!





Coco: Rufus... it... it's Coco. I'm just leaving you a message to ask if your okay, that's all. When you get this message, can you please call me back? You've been gone a while now. I hope everything's okay.



Coco: We have a baby on the way, you know? Anyway, I... I love you.



Stefan: Take good care of her. Oh and could you send the briefcase to my room please? Thanks.
Valet driver: Certainly, sir.





Rufus: Thanks. Good man...







Rufus: You brought me to Alytna. Well, how sweet of you.





Rufus: Gotcha.



Stefan: Wow Rufus, I'm impressed. No, seriously... I am. Do join me.



Rufus: You come to me.



Stefan: Alright.







Stefan: Now I see why Jan was so keen on you, boy. You've got talent.
Rufus: It's a small house. I easily found my way out of it. It's a small house suited well for a man who inevitably feels... small himself. I mean why would he go out and murder everyone to make himself feel better when he doesn't get his way?
Stefan: Life is a competition Rufus, remember when I said that?
Rufus: Yes. Except, I seem to have learnt that it isn't. I was a bit like you once, very stubborn, not much of a care for... many people in the world. Alright, so at least I cared for some. Additionally, I also wasn't a fascist.
Stefan: Hmm, I see why you may reach that conclusion, Yeoman. However, I've always been strictly apolitical.
Rufus: Really?
Stefan: Yes... really.
Rufus: Well, I suppose it's true. Fascists can be nationalists or racists... they love and support people like themselves yet they hate everyone else. You? You hate everyone but yourself. That doesn't get you very far in life.
Stefan: It hasn't, no. I have a small house and I spent many years being inferior to that prick Jan. We never really admired one another's presence and then relations were really strained when you arrived on the scene. Then I played a game and co-operated with him again... as I did with you, Michael and Dempsey. But never having that trust... that never got me far. Like I said, I'm not thankful for his death as I would've rather have done it.
Rufus: Then why didn't you kill him all those years ago? Then we would've never have had to meet.



Stefan: Like he's probably said, Yeoman... 'business'.
Rufus: I'm not going to even ask why you ciphered those bank accounts and killed Frankie, since you were obviously jealous.
Stefan: I get jealous, yes. It's an integral part of wanting more. If you're happy as you are, you can never be jealous. There are no limits for me.
Rufus: Clearly. You've even fucked up Marvega's justice system to an extent. I've noticed the heads of what appears to be the jury at your home. It is the jury, right?
Stefan: Absolutely. You must've counted them.
Rufus: Well that nearly got me killed. What if I had died that day? Hmm? Maybe I should've. It would've made Jan look much, much worse. I can't imagine how embarassing it would've been for him.



Stefan: He's really not as scary as he looks.
Rufus: No. That's true.
Stefan: Especially after he began to take the crack cocaine. He's just a deranged animal.
Rufus: Just like you.
Stefan: Ah-ah! Just like all of us...



Stefan: And we are the last two. You may expect me to ask you, shall we eat the rest of them? However, I think that we'll be reduced to trying to eat each other... as there is simply no one else left. The largest kingdom in this land has fell and I would feel so accomplished to kill the man that caused that particular event. It's kind of a consolation really, as it means I've killed a man capable of all of this...



Rufus: So what now? I'm unarmed! That doesn't makes an unfair fight, right?
Stefan: I'm not going to kill you if you ask me to.
Rufus: So whatever I want I don't get right?
Stefan: Yes. That's my way.
Rufus: Well, I guess you need a hobby...



Stefan: So what's your hobby, Yeoman?
Rufus: I don't know. I've been trying to work it out myself. Now that I've had my epiphany about what life really stands for... I think I'll leave the rest to chance.
Stefan: Good for you my boy. I think you like football, huh? I couldn't help but notice the Alytna Large jersey on the first day we met. Maybe that's a reason why I brought you here. You're so ignorant, it's annoying. You know all the players hang out here in the evening, you could've enjoyed a drink with them. I can't kill you then. I only kill my victims when I'm alone with them. I like to make it personal.
Rufus: Oh yeah?



Stefan: Definitely. Then when the victim is dead you are alone. That is what gives you that omnipotent feeling. That's when you're on top of the world.



Stefan: HUUHH!
Rufus: Agh!





Rufus: Ah... oh man...!



Stefan: That's it. Let it settle...



Rufus: Agggrrh!



Stefan: You see, you've lost it! You've lost the strength!



Rufus: SHIT!
Stefan: You spend so long chasing others that you fail to realise who is chasing you. It's gone. You've got nowhere to go to recuperate and regain your stamina. It's me who is the odd one out.





Rufus: YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!







Rufus: AGH!
Stefan: Oops!







Rufus: AGH!







Rufus: Please Stefan - I want to live. I've done nothing wrong to you. All I've done is eliminated the obstacles you've put in my way.



Rufus: Please... I'm going to be a father...
Stefan: But I've always said... life is a competition. Everybody is the enemy. Even a child... especially a child the son of you.





Rufus: Agh.... uh.... agh!
Stefan: That's it. That's it. Don't fight it. It's all over now...



Stefan: Good boy... good boy...



Stefan: (Exhales frantically)



Stefan: Goodbye, Rufus Yeoman.

















Stefan: Hugh? Ah! What a nice surprise! Are you here to take me somewhere? What is it? Are we going somewhere? Alright... one moment. I just have to go and get something very important.







Stefan: So... have you heard the news? Hmm...? It's shocking, hey?



Stefan: Due to unfortunate circumstances... I don't exactly have anywhere to go now. Listen - it's a long story. I hope where you're taking me is going to make me feel a lot better.



















Stefan: Ah. I think you've gathered that for some reason... I feel pretty comfortable in a slaughterhouse... so what are doing here? Are we waiting for someone? Hmm...?













Stefan: ... can I help you? Hugh? Where are you going?



Stefan: Hugh? What's going on...!?



Hugh: Butcher him.
Stefan: What!?







Stefan: You don't have to do this. There must be some kind of negotiations we could make. I mean... what have I done to deseve this? Please... spare me!



Stefan: Please...







(Slicing sound)











(Doorbell rings)

Coco: Rufus?