Bad Day for the Cut Page #3

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Oh...

Well she was belonging

to somebody somewhere.

I just want to ask him

a lock of questions.

Might be waiting a while.

Could you eat?

Get chatting.

Go away and shite, you

dirty, boghopping whore.

That's wild language. I bet a boy like

you has never spent a day in the bog.

You just go around

robbing old ladies.

Why couldn't you just

leave it at that?

I dunno? Because she was a c*nt?

Aaaah! Aaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I'll not have anyone say a

bad word about Florence.

Bartosz, have you forgotten

about your f***ing sister?

Never mind the sister.

Look... if you just stop this

now, I'll forget about it.

Look I didn't kill your

mother, I wasn't even there!

So, who did?

Ok, ok, ok!

All I know is they

wanted you dead.

So I sent this idiot and one

of my better men to do it.

Who's they? Is one of them a

fancy looking sort of a boy?

That's one way to describe him.

His name is Trevor Ballantine.

And who was the

other one with him?

That's the boss.

Frankie?

Come on up, I'm getting dressed.

I'll just be a sec.

No rush.

I took a look at the new

premises. They're expensive.

We can afford it. It would be

good for us to be more upmarket.

People are going there

for one thing, Frankie.

The outcome is always the

same. Upmarket or not.

We could charge more.

With the quality of people we have,

if we're going to start charging

customers more we need to

offer something other than a

better postcode

and then you start getting

into specialist services.

And then you start

attracting weirdos.

And I've dealt with enough

f***ing weirdos in my time.

Yes. Yes you have.

Thank you Trevor.

So how's Gavigan getting on?

Good. He's all over it.

So, this Frankie Pierce and

Ballantine are... burglars...

Out on a job... get panicked

when Florence wakes...

And they kill her... then they put

you in charge of getting rid of me?

You haven't a f***ing clue.

Well if they weren't going to

rob us, why were they there?

I don't know.

Watch him. I'm away for a slash.

Bartosz, Bartosz c'mere.

If you snip these cable-ties I'll make

sure Frankie never finds out about this.

How about you just tell me

what name Kaja is using?

Ok. They call her

f***!

What in the name of Jesus?

Useless as tits on a boar.

Come on...

You left something in the

car the other night.

I was wondering where they were.

Is it sorted?

I'm in a f***ing

bind here, Trevor!

Ok, slow down.

No I haven't f***ing taken care of it!

He's chasing me right now.

Who's chasing you?

Frankie?

Oh sh*t... the farmer.

What have you told him?

I'm sorry, Frankie. He's

a f***ing headcase!

He burned me with

a pot of beans!

All over it?

It's fine. We'll fix it.

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