Bad Day for the Cut Page #2

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She's not here.

I just saw her come in.

Oh, you mean her.

Show him who he means.

This is Sophia.

She tried to run.

Now, management have very specific

rules about girls who try to run.

Okay! Okay! Damien is dead!

Did you kill him?

No. The farmer did. Then

I killed the farmer.

See. Doesn't it feel

good to tell the truth.

Just, let me talk

with her at least.

She's working. She doesn't

have time to talk.

Don't feel too bad. This

was gonna happen anyway.

No!

Hey! Let me out

the f***!!

What going on in there, Jerome? Don't

you be interfering with that body.

Put the hammer down.

Put it down!

Well. Is it him?

No. But I'd say he knows.

You're the farmer?

You and me's gonna go and have a wee chat.

Now if you mess me about

I'll splatter your head

all over that wall.

Happy enough?

Come on.

You should have brought your tractor.

It might have been less conspicuous.

How hard do you think it'll be to find a

Polack and a cultchie in a red camper van?

Shut your Jesus mouth.

Jesus Donal.

Get him in the f***.

Sorry for your trouble.

That wasn't my sister.

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.

I'll make sure your sister knows that you're

the reason I'm sawing her hands and feet off.

Hey boy!

Is it bad?

Please... help me.

Where do I find Pierce?

Please.

Take me to a hospital.

Donal, we should

I won't say anything!

Alisha. They call

your sister Alisha.

Here. Come on now.

We'll need a spade

for that ground

Bartosz came in asking

about his sister.

What sort of a name is Bartosz?

Polish.

Him and Dee were supposed to do in

some farmer. But Dee never came back.

How is it that

you're still here?

He locked me in the store.

You should have handled the

farmer personally, Trevor.

Isn't that what we

pay Gavigan for?

You're the f***ing prick he saw.

Jerome, which of these

whores is the pole's sister?

I can't remember her name,

there's that many of them.

Y'know Jerome, being a big c*nt

isn't really good enough anymore.

You need to know sh*t as well. Listen to what's

going on around you. D'you hear what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Do you hear what what I'm

f***ing, f***ing, saying?

Yes, Frankie.

You personally find

out who this girl is

and you go along to see how someone with

a f***ing brain functions in the world.

I'm gonna try Gavigan again.

This is the third person

I've buried this week.

They instigated this.

This is not our fault.

I think we may have to take

some of the blame for this one.

Hello?

Oh hi there. We should talk about

this before anyone else gets hurt.

Same way as you talked to my ma?

If that's how you want it.

I just want to know why.

If you have to ask that then you

didn't know her that well at all.

I know you think it was just a

case of wrong place, wrong time.

But believe me she's had a

target on her back for years.

Target on her back? She was

a wee innocent old doll!

Yeah you keep telling

yourself that.

I only have to tell myself the

once. Targets on your back now.

'Targets on your back? Are

you a f***ing assassin now?

Where are we going?

Donal?

You alright?

Ah, middling enough I suppose.

Nothing strange going on?

Not that I know of.

You and your mate wanna

come in for a mug of tea?

No he's alright in the Van.

I'll maybe take a quick drop.

Good to see you have your

mind off your mother anyway.

There you go.

Aye, speaking of that, do

you know this boy here?

Where'd you get this?

Ma's room. Under a matress.

You know, there was something

came through the letter

box the other day that you

might be interested in.

Eamon.

He was a friend of hers.

After your old boy died he helped her out.

He was very good to her.

Was there something going on?

God no. They were just good friends.

He had his own family and all.

That's the daughter there.

Frances. He called her Frankie.

What was his name?

Joe Pierce.

He died, years ago.

Got involved with the wrong people at

a time when that was the thing to do.

Them same people then started to think

that he was talking to the government.

Your mother, she tried

to help him out.

Let him hide out at the caravan down on Montague

beach but they caught up with him. Killed him.

I never knew anything

about that.

Your mother didn't want you to have

any part of what went on back then.

There's some bad

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