I Sell The Dead Page #2

Oh, yeah, had a heart of gold.

Mm-hmm.

So he took me on as his apprentice,

and for better or worse,

that was the start of my life of crime.

And how long did you

remain under his employ?

On and off over the years.

Sometimes I employed him.

Mainly though we were under the

thumb of one Dr. Vernon Quint.

Quint.

Yeah, he was a fiend.

Had Willie and I slaving for years,

blackmailing us with the law

if we didn't deliver the goods.

And he had you ransacking

the graveyards for him, eh?

Were you free to snatch as you pleased?

Not really.

I mean, the coppers could be

bought off from time to time,

but the relatives,

they were out for blood.

We had to think on our feet,

look elsewhere for corpses.

Go on, give her a little poke.

She had a wooden leg,

hollow in the middle.

She used to tie it with a

string and play it like a fiddle.

She'd fiddle in the hall;

she'd fiddle in the alleyway.

She didn't give a damn, for

she had to fiddle anyway.

Here you go lads, get them into you.

Oh, yeah, very good.

Thanks, Maisey, here's to Kathleen.

Lord have mercy on her soul.

A hard life.

Some would say she's

off to a better place.

Hard life?

Hard living more like.

Ah, but look at the beautiful

corpse she left behind.

It was the pleurisy got her in the end.

Expecting many guests, Maisey?

No, she didn't leave many

friends behind her, Tommy,

and we couldn't afford

the O'Casey mourners.

Terribly expensive.

Oh.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Maybe I spoke too soon.

Friends indeed.

You're only here for the drink.

Feck off, you.

She was an awful woman.

An old whore, if you ask me.

Now, lads, this is Arthur.

Kathleen's sister's son.

Oh.

She was a lovely woman, son.

A terrible day, son.

Me ma sends her love.

Would you like a cup of tea, dear?

Can I see me auntie?

Go ahead, son.

Sure she's only just asleep.

Asleep with the Lord.

Dead.

She's dead, son.

Dead.

Ah, there now, son, save your tears.

Sure she's at rest now.

Oh, there, there.

I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Sure I'll have one if

there is one going, Maisey.

There's that cake too, Maisey.

Go on, go on, son.

Let it out of you.

Can I have a minute alone with her...

to say good-bye?

I want to whisper her a prayer.

So she'll get to the Lord sooner.

Come on.

Let... let's leave the

boy alone with his aunt.

You two can help me in the pantry.

We'll fix you a nice cup of tea, son.

I'll only be a minute.

Open the door, son.

I think he's locked us in.

The little bastard's snuffin' her.

Willie.

They're on to me!

Come on, toss it down.

You feckin' little bastard.

I wring your bloody neck

when I get a hold of ya.

I'll box your ears in when I get you,

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