Bad Day for the Cut Page #4

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Well?

Your mummy is surrounded

by silly men, pet.

Don't worry. We'll get him.

Will we?

You should have handled the

farmer personally, Trevor.

That's not really my area.

You were the silly man he saw.

Yes I know. But I was

only there for you.

Because I pay you.

Oh, you think because we f***ed once, you

have to run around looking after me?

I told you not to kill her.

If you use the word 'kill' in front of my

daughter again I'll shoot you through both eyes.

You pay me for advice.

No, I don't.

What?

You're sacked.

Get out. Without making a fuss.

Come on Frankie.

Come on Trevor. You

know how this will go.

Say goodbye to Trevor, pet.

Goodbye, Trevor.

Goodbye, Trevor.

Bye Josie.

Look, Frankie-

come get me. I know where

the farmer is going.

Jesus Eamon, what are you doing?

I thought my mobile was up here.

Can't find the f***ing thing.

Forget about it. I wasn't trying

to call an ambulance.

I was trying to call you. I left half

my guts out there on the stairs.

F***.

You need to stop.

Leave Frankie Peirce

alone. Call it a draw.

It's not a draw.

I know you idolised your ma...

Now Eamon don't.

I should have told you the

minute you turned up here.

Maybe none of this would have happened.

I would still have my guts.

Should have told me what?

She was having an affair with

Joe Pierce, but...

She still gave him up to Leo and his boys.

Because they threatened you.

That's not true.

That's not true.

Frankie found out and she couldn't let

it lie. Just like you can't let it lie.

And the whole f***ing

thing goes on and on...

Make sure they clean my stairs.

Eamon?

Sorry horse.

Let me go in first.

When you see him,

don't hesitate.

I know you like f***ing around,

slicing bellies and all

that sh*t.

Which is something we're going

to talk about down the road.

We're not the shankill butchers.

I know. I'll be grand.

He's only a farmer.

That must be why he's not

causing any problems then.

Go in shooting and less of the backchat.

Or you'll be the one getting sliced.

Right.

Up. Slowly.

Bollocks.

Give me that pistol.

F***.

We're going out to the Van, slowly. If

you try anything, you'll get the barrel.

Happy enough?

Ok, Donal. You're the boss.

You're driving.

Any chance I could answer that?

No.

Oh I know where we're going.

Just shh now.

What are you doing?

I need to get rid of this.

Go back to sleep.

So. Here we are.

Speak.

The f***ing farmer has Frankie.

Where are you?

Is that Donal's blood?

He's not here. Do you

know where they went?

No.

You've just spent a

couple of days together.

And you have no idea where

they might be going?

If he's got her, then it's over.

I'm leaving. You should as well.

Not just yet.

F*** f*** f***!

I know there was something...

Going on between

Florence and your da.

I know she gave him up

to Leo and his boys.

But what she did, she

did it to protect me.

I can understand that. A

mother protecting her son.

That's all it was.

I went to see Leo McMahon in the hospice

before he died. It was disgusting.

Surrounded by nurses and

doctors caring for him.

I wanted to strangle

him with his catheter.

But I didn't. I made him talk.

And the things he told me...

You're just looking more time.

Leo came here because

Florence told him to.

But when he got here, somebody had

shot my father once through the jaw.

The police found Leo at the scene and

I'm sure you've googled the rest.

Leo told you a pack of lies.

That's what I thought.

Which is why I went

to see your ma.

What are you f***ing smiling at?

You... look so like him.

Everyone says that.

The same eyes the same shape

of a face.

We never had a pile of time together

but I still remember every detail.

Him. The caravan. Our wee beach.

He loved the water.

Even if it was raining it was nice to

get away from the madness of Belfast.

The odd time we would

even spend the night.

Who did you call to

come and kill him?

I could never have done

that. I loved him.

No don't say that.

It's the truth. I loved him, I

loved him more than myself...

More than my own son...

You wouldn't understand.

Why?

I can tell by looking at you that

you've never felt anything like that.

And he loved me as well. But that

didn't matter. He had a family.

That night he told me it was

over. He put on his coat.

He lifted his bag. He said he would

never be coming back to the beach.

His gun was sitting

on the table.

Oh, god... I'm so sorry...

Are you f***ing joking me?

I just wanted to stop him leaving. I

didn't mean it... I didn't mean it...

Aye well you covered your tracks so you

mustn't have been too f***ing sad.

You knew the police would arrest

Leo so you called them both.

I had to. If I went to prison Donal

would have been left on his own.

Things would have been so much different...

if neither of us had children.

Donal! Help!

I was five years old

when she killed him.

I loved my daddy.

And now you're gonna do the same to me...

because that's what you do? Isn't it?

Turn around.

How do you feel? Leaving a

little girl without her mother?

I feel sorry for her.

Having a mother like you.

That's the end of it now. Ok?

What?

Sure that's not even load...

It's all over, Bartosz. I

gave her the chance but...

What's over?

What have you done?

Where's Bartosz?

He's here. With me.

Please, the cub didn't do anything.

He had no part of this...

Jesus.

Let him go and I'll

come up there to you.

Donal! Just go!

Let me talk to him.

Donal.

Why in under Jesus

did you come back?

Wanted to help. Ballsed

it up I guess.

I'm sorry, cub. You were right,

I should have listened...

Look I'm coming up

there right now.

They can take me...

If you want me, I'm

at your uncle's.

Emergency. Which service do you require?

Police, fire or ambulance?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

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