Kisses Page #3

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How're ya Adrian. I know that family and

it's no wondertheir child has run off.

His older brother ran away two years ago

and never came back.

Who are you? You don't know me.

Everyone on the lawns sees you

falling in drunk terrorizing your kids.

He had a lovely son, a few years older than Dylan,

and he chased him out of the house.

Kylie?

Shut up, will ya.

What are you doing?

Your man's after you.

Shut up. You'll get us caught.

Hide!

I see your face.

He's lying. How can he see your face?

It's pitch dark.

No. That's the way they talk.

He means he's seen me face.

If I see you again, little girl,

I'll call the police.

Don't move.

I catch you next time.

I catch you next time!

- It's going hard.

- I know, yeah. Sorry.

- What ya thinking about?

- I don't know.

About me?

No. I don't know.

It just goes like that by itself.

Yeah I know.

How do you know?

Me uncle made me put his in me mouth.

What?

And you let him?

I was so scared

I just did what he told me.

Why didn't you tell someone?

He said they wouldn't believe me.

I'm not going back.

Okay.

Where's that picture

the busker gave ya?

- It's him.

- Who?

Your man... Bob Dylan.

Come on.

Here mister, are you Bob Dylan?

- Who are you?

- Kylie Lawless.

His name's Dylan.

Yeah? Good name you got there, Dylan.

So, what you doing kids?

Bit late to be out.

- We're after running away.

- Oh yeah.

- I know that feeling.

- Do you?

- I've been running away all my life.

- What are you running away from?

Myself mostly.

Same as everyone I guess.

Thirty seconds... Mr. Dylan.

- Kylie, Dylan. You want a beer?

- Yes please.

Don't forget, kid.

Ladies first.

Merry Christmas.

Bob Dylan just gave us a beer.

Yis are shite!

- Thanks son.

- I'm not your f***in' son.

Is it not past your bed time?

It's past everone elses. Why don't you

play when people can hear you...

...because yis are shite!

- Do yis not know any Bob Dylan?

- Who's that?

He's a f***in' musical God, yis dopey c*nts.

Ya f***in' wally!.

Do ya want a box of chocolates?

Yeah, I think I'll have the chocolates

and you can take the box.

I was meant to say that.

Oh my God.

The Sack Man.

Shut up, Kylie.

I already told ya about the Sack Man.

If ya talk about him again,

I'm going home.

Why? Am I scaring you?

You're scaring yourself.

Look. There's loads of boxes down there.

We can use them to kip under.

That's how all the winos do it.

How would you kill him?

It's not easy to kill a grown man, Dylan.

Especially if you haven't got a gun.

- I'd stab him.

- Stabbing wouldn't kill him.

- I'd beat him with a hammer.

- Yeah, I'm sure you would!

I'd drop something on his head

from the bathroom window.

- What would you drop?

- A flower pot.

That wouldn't kill him,

it'd just knock him out for a few hours.

I'd kill him when he's knocked out.

- How would ya kill him while he's knocked out?

- I'd stand on his throat and hold his nose.

What about his mouth?

It wouldn't matter because

I'd be standing on his throat.

You're out very late.

So?

You working?

What?

You want to go for a drive?

No.

- What did he say to you?

- Nothing.

Dylan!

Stop! Get off her!

Cops! Cops!

Let go of me!

Help!

Help!

I seen your face.

Doesn't matter.

Why not?

Because you won't be able to

tell anyone when you're...

...lying on the bottom of

the canal in a black sack.

What the f*** is going on out here?

Hey!

Get them f***in' kids out of here!

It's okay. We're okay.

How did you do that?

Just closed me eyes and went for it.

It's all I have to give ya.

You what?

- The kiss?

- No, ya f***in' eejit...

...hanging onto the car.

How did you do that?

Just closed me eyes and went for it.

It was the best thing I ever seen.

Even better than you falling in the canal.

How did you do the kiss!

You dope.

- You're me fella now.

- I know.

After that, I'm never letting you go.

Kylie.

What?

I think that lad was the Sack Man.

I thought you said there was

no such thing as the Sack Man.

He said he was going to throw

me in the canal in a sack.

The Sack Man doesn't throw you in the

canal, Dylan. He smashes you...

...besides, he couldn't have been

the Sack Man, he had a friend...

...the Sack Man doesn't have friends.

I know. I'm only buzzin' with ya.

The two of them were just dirty old pricks...

...fiddling with their mickeys,

like that other filthy f***er.

- We're not going back, are we?

- Not even after that?

Especially after that...

...that just shows we can look out for each other.

Do like Barry done, never go home.

Do what Barry done?

Look what happened to him...

...the street bleedin' swallowed him up.

We can look out for each other.

You were right, though.

There is no devil.

Just people.

Just wait and I'll flatten them out.

It's grand. I just need to

close my eyes for a second.

That's what me Ma always says,

but then she goes asleep anyway.

Lie down here beside me, will ya?

Smell of piss.

- Thanks for saving me.

- You saved me first.

- And I'd save you again.

- I'd save you again.

Next time that bastard Maurice comes near me...

- ...I'm going to chop his bollocks off.

- I know you will...

...I'll help you.

Kyl?

What? What is it?

What the f*** is going on?

What is it? A rat?

Some sh*t?

Is it him?

No, but it may as well be.

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