Shadow Dancer Page #2

to move the process forward.

But even after...

Finish your carrot, there.

Want to play some football

before you start your homework?

OK-.

So, what, were you being followed?

Not all the time.

I think there was some of them

on the train,

so I got off and ran.

- Into a tunnel?

- Aye.

Brave. Stupid.

You'll need to talk to Kevin.

Jesus Christ.

He's all right, so he is.

How are you?

I'm fine.

See that.

What did Gerry say?

I have to talk to Kevin.

Why?

Because Gerry says so.

How are things here?

It's OK. It's quiet.

Remember that peeler

who tried to put us away

for your boss at the print works?

We know where he lives.

Maybe you'd like to be a part of it.

Friday.

I'm going up to my room, Granny.

I've got to do my homework.

There you go, sir.

- Hey.

- OK, Pat, thanks.

Congratulations.

- Your idea.

But it was your catch.

- Is she really in?

- We'll see.

Well, they'll run her past Kevin Mulville.

They're even more paranoid

than normal at the minute.

- It's OK. She's smart. She'll be fine.

- Good.

- Have a good day.

- Bye.

See you later.

Shite!

I asked Connor to fix that.

We need to get Gerry in, Ma.

Connor can't fix his own hair.

She's not coming.

- Hi, Granny.

- Hi, love'

You have a visitor.

All right, Mark. What about you?

Are you all right?

- Hello, Kevin.

- Collette, what about you?

Hey, you. I'll be there in a second.

Go through.

That's a beautiful wee young fella

you have.

That's kind of you, Kevin.

We just need to talk about London.

Later. I've got to give him his tea.

A volunteer is never off duty, Collette.

Neither is a mammy, Kevin.

All right. No problem.

- Tomorrow, then.

- Aye.

What the f***'s he doing here?

He's grand, Connor.

He was just leaving.

- Just doing me job, Connor.

- F*** off and do it somewhere else.

See you tomorrow, Collette.

Prick.

He's no business coming to this house.

- All right, Gerry?

- Kevin.

- Are you looking for me or something?

- No, I was just calling in for Collette.

Gerry should be

keeping him in line.

Her hands are full there

with the young fella.

- Mummy?

- Mark?

- Can I have some cake?

- All right.

Open up! Police!

Ma!

- Mummy!

- You have no business breaking in here.

- Who do you think you are?

- Get dressed, Miss McVeigh.

- Where's Mark?

- Get dressed.

Leave her. Leave her alone.

Look, we've had enough.

- We've all had enough.

- Well, she's a mother, for God's sake.

I'm a fa,

but what does that change? Nothing.

Well, let her get dressed.

Are you looking after the boy,

Mrs. McVeigh?

- Mummy?

- Mark. Jesus Christ.

Come on,

hurry up, you wee b*tch.

- Mummy!

- You're all right, son.

- Come on!

- Look, come here, love.

It's all right, darling.

Get out of the way.

All right, Mark- Mark.

- You're OK, darling- You're OK.

- Mum!

Bring her out.

Come on. Move yourself.

Where were you?

I was looking after my son.

I couldn't get away.

So I save you

from a lifetime in a prison cell,

and you're seriously gonna sit here

and tell me that you didn't turn up

because you couldn't find

a f***ing nanny?

You've got one minute

to give me something,

otherwise the deal's off,

and you're down that corridor

looking at a charge sheet.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen your brothers?

Aye.

What does Gerry think

of the declaration?

- Not much.

- What did he say about it?

I don't know.

He was round your place

the other afternoon

just after the document was signed.

It was all over the news.

What did he say about it?

So tell me what's moving.

Operations, plans-.

I don't know.

You know what?

This isn't gonna work

You need to call a lawyer.

There's something tomorrow.

Connor's going lo get the detective

who tried to put us away for the murder

of my boss at the print works.

- Where?

- I don't know.

What time?

He didn't say. That's all I can tell you.

He said

he was called Jenkins.

He wants to know

where I was last week,

what was 1 doing?

OK, let's go over it again.

I've got it.

OK. So they might not come at you

straight away,

so be careful. Don't drop your guard.

OK, it's time to go.

You should go.

- Mummy?

- Mmm-hmm?

I wet my bed. I'm sorry.

No worries. You're all right.

Is he OK?

- Aye.

- He hasn't done this for months.

Collette, if you won't tell Gerry

that you've had enough.

I will.

Hey, Geoff. Are you still going

to London in the morning?

No, I got pulled

into this last minute TCG meeting.

What meeting?

Guess it's invitation only.

Please tell me this is bullshit,

You can't be serious.

You're going to put the SAS

in his back garden?

Derek Henderson is one of our own.

- We can't just sit here and...

- Tell him.

You do this, our players dead.

Look, we have a chance here

to take Connor McVeigh's entire team

out of circulation, and we have to take it.

You lay an ambush, there'll be

the mother and father of all tout-hunts.

You might as well print her name

in the Belfast f***ing Telegraph.

Come on' You're overreacting.

I'm gonna call London.

I want everything on hold

until I've spoken to Buchannan.

I've already spoken to him, Mac.

- What the f*** is this all about?

- How should I know?

You give us Connor McVeigh,

we're gonna take him.

The rest of it is your problem.

- Collette?

- Jesus f***ing.-.

- What time is it?

- It's 6:
00.

What's going on?

Brian Flynn was picked up last night.

We need you.

I promised I'd take Mark to school.

He's fine with Ma.

Get up. Get dressed.

No, I promised Mark, Connor.

Is something wrong?

- No.

- Get dressed.

Henderson

pulls out of a cul-de-sac

off the Newtownards Road

at 7:
30 on the nail every day.

He drives a silver Granada.

You block one side, we block the other

and Brendan does the business.

- Have you go! that?

- Aye.

Youse can have coffee.

if you prefer.

Put it down.

Connor, I'm going to the toilet.

Collette, are you ready?

I need to speak to Declan.

Collette?

Collette, are you ready?

- Collette?

- Collette.

Listen, I've had to come

on a wee trip with my brother.

I'm inside. I'm inside.

No.

Are you OK?

Aye, I'm fine.

- We're ready.

- Right-.

Put this on. You're coming with me.

- What?

- You're coming with me.

Jesus Christ!

Get out! Get out!

Oh, my God.

Mummy!

Where's the key?

Where's the f***ing key?

My husband has the key.

So what have you got? Anything?

The shooters

name is Brendan O'Shea,

He's in intensive care.

It's touch and go whether he'll make it.

- Mulville?

- We're still looking.

OK.

What a f***ing mess.

Thanks for

coming by, Barry.

Talk later.

What was all that with Delavine earlier?

Are you feeling left out, Mac?

- So you're working another angle?

- No.

Relax, we're all on the same side.

- Can I speak to Declan?

- Hold the line.

Yeah, this is Declan.

Is he dead?

He's in the hospital,

but it's not looking good.

He came in when I was talking to you.

- Did he hear you?

- Aye.

OK, we'll deal with it.

If he's alive, that's it.

I said we'll deal with it.

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