Mickybo and Me Page #2

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You can't be out this late.

It's not safe.

I worry when you're not here, JonJo.

I need you to stay close to home.

OK.

Mummy, could Daddy

not teach you to dance?

You could put on your nice dress.

Now, why would I go out, when

I can be here with my number-one man?

Where was that one?

It's OK.

It's way over the bridge somewhere.

Will the people in

Palestine Street be OK?

Who do you know in Palestine Street?

As I watched the smoke rise,

my heart almost froze.

But I couldn't tell my mum

about Mickybo.

It would only make her worry.

You should've seen

this place burning.

Nearly burned down the whole street.

It was pure class.

- Was anyone hurt?

- Don't know. But I got us a souvenir.

A lucky treasure.

Do you think I used

enough dynamite there, Sundance?

Come on.

- Esto es un robo.

- You what?

It's Bolivian.

It means "This is a stick up. "

- Ma says you're to give us some money.

- They'll be recruiting toddlers next.

- Da.

- What makes you think I've any?

- You need money to buy beer.

- Aye, you're right there, Son.

Jesus, stop the presses.

He's buying a round.

Aye. Who's this?

The Sundance Kid. And I'm Butch Cassidy.

We're going to Bolivia.

Ah, no, Australia.

They speak English in Australia.

Aye, that'll be a place.

Better than this.

G'day, g'day.

We'll all f*** off to Australia.

If it's good enough for Rolf Harris,

it's good enough for us.

We'll shoot koala bears for supper.

Will you take us there, Da? Really?

Son, don't be soft in the head. I can't

be minding you all the time like a girl.

I didn't get where I am today

by hanging on to my daddy's hand.

Anyway, Son,

I can't neglect the old horses.

Away on, you two.

Conquer the outback on your own

before you have a ball and chain

holding you back, hey?!

The midget gems, please.

- They speak English in Australia.

- It's a long way, though, isn't it?

Everything's always

got to be perfect with you.

I don't want to get there

and find out it stinks.

Don't worry, partner.

It happened to me the first time too.

You just have to get used to it.

Those bananas must be off.

Should we not just

ring the bell, Mickybo?

We're robbers, JonJo,

not bloody postmen.

God, it stinks of cat's piss in here.

This is a bad idea, Mickybo.

If that old man comes back,

he'll get us with his knife.

Whoa!

JonJo, look at me.

I'm gonna play for Man United.

Be better than George Best.

Keep a ball up forever.

A wee lad in my school has one of those.

He got his leg bombed off when

he went to buy new shoes with his mum.

He doesn't have to do PE anymore.

Lucky git.

Well, now he's got a spare one.

Can we go now? There's nothing here.

I'm not going

until I get a bit of treasure.

Beezer.

- Now can we go?

- I'm trying to pee.

I've never touched a dead body before.

He's like leather. All floppy.

Hiya, JonJo, could I have

my bloody leg back, please?

Mr. Barnes?

Hey, what are yous doing in there?

Run, JonJo. Run like shite!

- Look who it is, Gank.

- I told you, I'll stay away.

I'm calling the police.

No, please, please!

This is gonna hurt me more than you.

Guns or knives, Fartface?

That's not a real gun, Fartface.

It's all rusted.

Oh, it's dead real, Gank. You could

always ask old Barney in there.

Except... he's dead now.

You've gone all quiet

all of a sudden, Fartface.

You don't mind me

calling you that, now, do you, Fartface?

Is it no fun now, two against two?

But he's a spa, Micky.

Us three could kick his teeth in.

We can protect you. Tell the peelers

it was him killed Barney.

I've told you before, Fartface,

he's my partner.

And I don't need any protecting.

Kid, there's something

I ought to tell you.

- Yeah?

- I never shot anyone before.

One hell of a time to tell me, Butch.

Away on home to your ma, Pissy-Knickers,

and she'll change your nappy for you.

Get out of town, JonJo.

You know you shouldn't be here, and wee

Micky can't protect you forever.

- We'll get you next time.

- Get this, Fartface.

I'm Butch f***ing Cassidy,

and I pick my own friends.

It's just not fair,

I've never done anything to them.

They're just out to get me,

ever since the cinema last night.

They'll tell the police I killed Barney.

And they'll put me in jail or hang me

or fry me in the electric chair.

Then we'll go on the run.

We've no choice.

But there's nowhere to go.

And we might get lost, Mickybo.

Or starve to death.

Or get hit by a bus or something.

We'll need supplies. Go and get food and

stuff. Then meet me under the bridge.

- But we didn't do anything.

- Who's gonna believe that?

We're just wee kids.

They blame us for everything anyway.

And if the peelers don't get you,

Fartface will.

And he's gonna stab you in the guts.

- Hi, Daddy.

- All right, Son.

- Come in here, Son.

- I can't stop, Mum.

- I said get in here now.

- I've got to go out, Mum.

We're staying with

Auntie Rita tonight.

But I can't go, Mum.

I have to be somewhere.

It'll have to wait, JonJo.

Right now, I need you with me.

But you said

we weren't gonna go back there, Mum.

- We'll have a laugh.

- But she hates me, Mum.

She always pinches my face.

And her dog stinks.

You are coming with me, Son, all right?

Now, you get your things and come on.

I'll not tell you again, OK?

How's my wee angel?

I've your room

all ready for you and everything.

- Where are you going?

- Get out of my room.

- We're not in your room.

- Where are you going?

I said get out.

But where are you going?

I'm f***ing going to Australia.

Out of my way.

Ma, Micky said f*** again.

Ma, Micky's going to Australia.

Would you not take me with you, Son?

Send us a postcard, Son.

Can I have Micky's room, Ma?

We'll see.

My Auntie Rita had no husband,

no children.

She was wedded

to the good Lord, she said.

God knows what he did

to deserve someone like her.

I'll be with you in a wee second.

Missed you down the pictures.

I've seen everything

you've been showing.

Ain't that the truth, lover boy?

Started to think you were ignoring me.

Some chance.

- I'm here, Butch.

- What bloody time do you call this?

I'm sorry. My mum took me away.

I thought the peelers had you, partner.

I thought I was on my own again.

Come on.

Come on, Butch!

Come on!

Come on, Butch!

Come on, take my hand!

What are you doing?

- Aghh! What was that for?

- Don't be such a girl.

Ow, frig! Here, give us your hand.

Ow!

Me and you's blood brothers now,

for life.

What? You're not right in the head.

For life. Say it. For life.

OK, OK. For life, Butch.

It's me and you now, Sundance.

Us against the world.

My hand's flipping killing me.

It's still bleeding.

I didn't feel a thing.

If it ever heals,

it will leave a massive scar.

- Do you think so?

- Uh-huh.

Beezer.

When we get to Australia,

I'm gonna get a pet kangaroo.

Train it like a guard dog

so's it can attack people for us.

It can help us rob stuff

and hide it in its hole.

If we go to jail,

do you think we'll share a room?

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