Mickybo and Me Page #5

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Me and my mum don't live here anymore.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry, Mummy.

I'm sorry, Ma.

No.

No, Micky.

I want to speak to him.

I have to tell him.

I robbed a bank, Da, all by myself.

And escaped from jail.

It was a laugh, Da.

Good man yourself.

And we struck gold

in the gambling machines.

And jumped into the sea like cowboys.

It's class by the sea, isn't it? Your

granny took us there when we were wee.

The rifle range was beezer.

You should've been there, Da.

I got seven bull's-eyes.

The ponies were shite, though.

Hardly even moved.

Never did, Son. They were always shite.

We nearly made it to Australia.

The peelers said we was famous.

We got past the border and all.

It was rubbish too.

Will you come with me next time, Da?

No, Son.

I'll not be going anywhere.

Are you dead, Da?

I am that, Son. Every square inch of me.

Why, Da?

It all happened dead quick.

Just sitting having a wee pint.

Thinking about the world

in all its glory.

And some joker just came in

and started shooting all around him.

Was it sore, Da?

No, not really.

Bet there was a lot of blood.

When you're shot,

there's tons of blood, isn't there?

Any God's amount of it, Son.

If Superman was there, he would've

stopped the bullets, wouldn't he, Da?

Oh, aye.

Superman would stop the bullets.

No bother.

Are you gonna buy me a drink, Da?

No, Son. You've to buy your own.

You're the big man now.

Did your horse ever win, Da?

No, Son.

Never did.

After we got back, they closed

the bridge for days and days.

I couldn't get to my partner.

- Do you like it, Mum?

- It's lovely.

Would you like another one?

No, one's enough, Mum.

The first chance I had,

I was straight back to Mickybo's house.

- What are you doing down here?

- Looking for Mickybo, missus.

He's not here, son. Nobody's here.

Are you joking again, missus?

No, son, there's damn all funny now.

I'm sitting here

without a slice of bread

and the man I love

is in the bloody ground.

He was nothing special, son.

Near drank us all into the poor house.

But he was better than nothing.

The men in this country's

gone clean mental.

Mickybo's gone. There's nothing

for you down here now, son.

Nowhere is safe.

So... go back to your own.

Hey, Butch,

are you coming to the playground?

No, the swings are for wee kids.

Come on, you can be sheriff.

Don't want to, all right.

Go on your own.

- What's he doing here, Micky?

- How should I know?

Give us back Micky's bike

and we'll let you go.

I've never even seen Mickybo's bike.

Tell him to give you your bike back.

My dad bought me that bike, JonJo,

and I want it back.

You and your mates

from over the bridge stole it.

I swear I don't have your bike.

You stole my f***ing bike

and I want it back.

They stole it, Mickybo.

You know that. I'm your partner.

He's mates with us now,

after what happened to his da.

We're looking after him.

You're mates with us now.

- Give me it, JonJo.

- I'm away home.

Go on, Micky.

He's f***ing chicken. Kill him.

Fight back, you big fruit.

Let me in.

You shouldn't have

f***ing stole it, JonJo.

You said you were gonna do it, Micky.

Now do it.

Yous killed my da, you bastards!

Yous f***ing killed my da!

Aggh!

Back in 1970...

... the whole world

knew Belfast was a divided city.

But I knew nothing about all that.

Until it hit me like a freight train.

I know it's been over 30 years,

but I wanted to get in touch.

This came for you, Mick.

My mum still sends me

all the newspaper cuttings from home.

Births, deaths, marriages.

It's like I never really left.

You can take the boy out of Belfast,

she says,

but you can't take Belfast

out of the boy.

I hear things

are a lot better back there now.

Let's hope they stay that way.

Let the children be children

a while longer.

I found this today

and I wanted you to have it.

It took me right back. Blood brothers.

Anyway, if you're ever down under,

give me a call,

your friend, JonJo.

SkyFury

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