Barney Thomson Page #5

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- Okay, night-night.

- Bye.

- Thanks very much, Barney.

- Watch yourselves.

Don't do anything

I Wouldn't do.

See ya, Cemolina.

It's Wullie.

I've killed Wullie.

I saw that.

Mum...

it was an accident.

I had a pair of scissors

in my hand,

and-and he slipped and fell.

Then you phone the police.

You don't Wrap him up

like a stair carpet!

No, I couldnae

phone the police.

He just sacked me.

It's...

They'd say I had a motive.

What'd he sack you for'?

'Cause I've no got any chat.

Aye, well.

Mum...

What am I going to do'?

For Christ's sake, shut up.

Leave him at mine.

Eh'?

Any better ideas?

Ahh.

What now, Mum'?

I'm gonna have to

fish it outwith a spoon.

No, what're we gonnae do now'?

How should I know?

Well, don't you be

bringing anybody up here now.

Do you think I'm f***ing

stupid or something?

Eh'?

So,

the first one's Mrs. Stuart,

and, uh, then We'll go

to Mrs. McQueen.

When did you last

see Stuart, Sheena?

Tuesday. 8:
00.

Now, I wasn't sure about

declaring him missing, at first,

you know, he's not been

away that long,

then I thought, well, you lot,

you've got nothing better to do.

Definitely Monday?

Tuesday!

He Went missing

on the Tuesday morning.

Definitely.

It was Wednesday. Thursday'?

Wednesday? Or Thursday?

Friday.

Definitely Friday.

Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday?

Monday.

I moved up here

at my wife's insistence

of being near her dying mother.

That was 20 years ago,

and I'm still here.

And so's her f***ing mother.

Oh... God.

How I loathe

this vomit-lashed sh*t-hole!

Ahem. All right, gents.

Late again, Porter.

F*** off.

Wullie didn't

get in last night.

What'?

Moira called.

He didnae make it home.

Maybe he's been got

by that killer.

Maybe his baws are being posted

from Arbroath as we speak.

All right, lads.

You might want

to come back later.

We're a man down.

I know.

I'm Detective Inspector Holdall.

This is Detective Sergeant

MacPherson.

We'd like to have a word about

your missing colleague.

- For fucks sake!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

We Won't keep you.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Benny Lynch... mm'?

Champion of the world!

Yeah. You know What

his mistake was'?

He stayed here...

Eh'? With the dregs

and the hangers-on.

Bleeding him dry...

sucking out his soul.

Can you imagine What

he might've achieved, eh'?

Longer career...

the women of the world

at his feet...

if only he'd have

had the courage

to get out of this sh*t-hole.

Can we sit down'?

Yes.

Chris, could you

finish the customer?

Sit down'?

I'm fine.

I-I'm fine standing.

This is purely

a missing persons investigation,

Mr. Thomson.

A Mrs. Henderson

reported her husband missing

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