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.
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.
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.
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
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
what happened her?
Two men broke into her house and caved
her head in with her own clock.
I take it this Gavigan
boy is one of them.
I dunno.
You wouldn't be the best boy
for this job, would you?
They have my sister. I do as they
or they're going to hurt her.
They have lots of girls.
What? Like pimps?
You really don't want to start
Oh aye? Are they all as
bad as you, are they?
Let me go and straighten
this out. Please.
Please
what are you going to tell them?
That you hung a noose too low
and ballsed the whole thing up?
If these boys are as bad as you say
they are, you're in a lot of bother.
If he finds out what really
happened he's going to kill her.
Well then the way I see
it, you need to help me.
I tried to get to her once. Didn't
take them long to catch me though.
You must have history of
ballsing things up, have you?
Maybe.
What do you call her anyway?
Kaja. That's her real name. But I don't
know what they make her use now.
I think that's her!
That's not the man
was at the house.
Gavigan must be inside.
Right you go to the front door.
Now if you try anything,
I swear to god, you'll be the
first one to get the two barrels.
Happy enough?
Grand. Come on.
Where's Damien?
He's not here yet?
Is Damien here with us, Jerome?
I swear. He said
he would be here.
This was an important job.
It came from herself.
bring proof that it was done.
Have you got any?
Damien has the pictures on his phone.
You can't blame me, he's not here!
Please. I want to see my sister.
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