Bad Day for the Cut

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You look like a man that's being

eaten from the inside out.

What are you doing here?

Oh I think you

know... Leo.

You've wasted the f***ing trip. The

tumour's going to do the job for you.

Oh I don't know about that.

There's still things we can do.

Donal!

Donal! Help me!

You alright?

You alright?

I fell.

Before or after?

Before.

I'm only after washing

those floors.

Thank you.

You get what you're owed.

Don't you worry about that.

So, I can't square

you altogether.

Hang on, hang on.

I brought you something instead.

She barely made it over the

road.

But a man like you could fix her up

and sell her on for a good profit.

Or you could always

hang on to it

ask that Liz one to go

on a bit of a holiday.

I couldn't leave

my ma on her own.

You're too loyal Donal. Get out

and enjoy yourself.

The couch turns into a bed.

So... what do you think?

With this, plus two hundred?

Poor old Tommy Rafferty's gone.

Is he?

There's a wake we'll

need to be at.

Aye.

I might give his wife a call and see if

she needs a hand with the sandwiches.

They'd be lucky to have yours.

Jesus, I didn't realise you were

that fond of Tommy Rafferty.

I'm not... it's just, everybody

I know is f***ing dying.

I can stay in tonight

if you want

don't be silly. I'll

press your shirt.

McMahon Leo, 1945 - 2016. Died

this week at the city hospital...

Same again?

No. Um, an old gin and tonic.

Living dangerously.

You know me.

How's your ma?

Best.

You should bring her

down some night.

She's at the stage now y'know, she

doesn't like to leave the house anymore.

You ever get a chance to head

out for a night yourself?

Sorry Donal. Give me a sec'.

Lads, less of the shite.

It was an accident, Liz.

My wee darling, eh?

Alright men, give her

room to dry it up.

Get your f***ing hand off

me. F***ing silverback.

What the f*** you gonna do?

What? You gonna tell your ma?

I mean how the f*** is it a man your

age can still live with his ma?

What the f*** is that about?

Wee boys like you shouldn't take

drink if they can't hold it.

Don't f***ing look at

me like that again!

One, two, out to

f***, young man.

Where did you get this?

Bernard. Some job isn't she?

Come on in.

Will we go for an old spin?

I'm too old for

that carry on now.

What was the name of that beach where

you and da used to have the caravan at?

Montague.

Sure we'll go there.

I don't think so, Donal.

Aw, come on. I'll put big tom on

the speakers. It'll be good Craic.

Donal!! Would you just

f***ing leave it!!

And you shouldn't be spending

so much time on these machines.

There's a pile of work

to be done around here.

Well.

I brought you these.

Thank you.

If you want to take a spin away down the

country by yourself, I'll not mind.

I'll be grand on my own.

No, I'm alright.

The wee beach was beautiful.

Well whatever you do, leave the door

open a bit... I like that old tune.

Ma?

Donal help!

Ma!

Ma? Ma? Ma...

Hello, I need help -

I know this is hard but it's important we

get the information while it's still fresh.

I saw a man leaving the house. Clean shaven,

light hair. Fancy looking sort of boy.

You were outside?

I was sleeping in the shed.

I heard noises. I went to look and

saw two men leaving the house.

And you're sure about that?

Didn't I tell you, clean

shaven, light hair...

'Fancy looking sort

of a boy, ' yeah.

And what about the man inside the car?

Did you get a look at him?

Sir, we're not

finished here yet.

Give him a minute.

F***ing hell.

She'd go clean mad if she knew

her wake was closed coffin.

She would not.

Oh, you wanna seen

when she was younger.

Couldn't leave the house without

the old paint scraper makeup.

That's a sin.

Sorry, cub. Aye, she

was a good sister.

Good mother. She was

lucky to have you.

Sorry for your trouble,

Donal. Wild altogether.

Aye. Thanks, Marcus.

Sorry for your loss, eh?

Thank you.

Me, Joe and the

kids Belfast 1975

hey boy, what's going on here?

Put that shotgun down.

I said put that shotgun down.

What's this carry on boys?

Now step forward and f*** up.

Up.

Holy f***!

How much slack

did you give that thing

take it up another two foot.

You, stand over there.

More than that.

What did you do?

What are you doing here?

They're checking in.

Who is?

I'll ask them direct.

Alright!

We were sent to kill you...

Well you went at it in a

bit of a roundabout way.

They wanted it to look

like you did it yourself.

Why?

He had all the information.

They don't tell me anything.

This is so bad... this

is so f***ing bad...

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Police, fire or ambulance?

Hello?

Hello?

Tell them everything went grand.

If you don't talk to them,

I will

Damien?!

No. It's Bartosz here.

Put Dee, put Dee on

the f***ing phone!

He is taking a sh*t.

Did youse get it done?

Yes yes.

Right. The cockle

bar. Twelve tomorrow.

Can I see her then?

Aye, yeah. Surely. Aye.

Now what?

Hey! Now what?

Makes no difference who you

are, ghetto Joe or superstar

now get chatting.

About what?

Start off easy.

What's your name?

Bartosz.

And where you from?

Bydgoszcz.

Poland.

That other boy on the blower,

is he Polish as well?

His name's Gavigan.

What's he look like?

I don't know. Regular. I

don't have a picture.

Fancy looking sort of a boy?

How fancy?

Why did he kill Florence?

Who?

My ma. Do you not know

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