The Butcher Boy Page #3

I hope he's not gone traveling

through the wastes of space and time...

with Algernon Carruthers."

Don't you worry, kemosabe. I'll be back.

You haven't seen the last

of Francito Brady.

You understand me, Senor Joe?

Sure, them Communists

are taking Kennedy for a ride.

There's only one way to deal

with the likes of them boys.

You go in first.

One bomb is all it takes.

Wonder how many nuns

they'd interfere with then.

- That'll settle them, wouldn't it?

- Indeed, by Christ, it would.

I'd knock seven different kinds of shite

out of that Khrushchev bastard.

Go on, Khrushchev, you bastard.

Is this really Dublin?

Yeah, it is. Where'd you think it was,

for Jesus' sake?

"For Jesus' sake."

The way they're crossing that bridge,

you'd think someone said:

"Excuse me, but I'm gonna let off

an atomic bomb any minute now."

- There you go.

- Thanks, mum.

Thank you. There's damn all wrong

with the Communists.

- They're no worse than the rest of them.

- Now you said it, missus.

Two sons in England.

You'd think they'd send you

a couple of shillings.

Not if it was to save their own lives.

What's your name, son?

Algernon Carruthers.

I knew by the look of you

you had manners.

You'd send a couple of shillings.

You'd look after your mother.

Will you stop talking about mothers

and get me them chips?

I do not have time to talk to women

with beards about mothers...

if you don't mind.

That's one shilling, Algernon.

There you go.

- I'm off.

- Bye.

- Smoked cod and chips.

- All right, sir.

You people have small eyes.

You are unable to grasp the importance

of today's events...

There was one of them aliens.

He had a human body

he stole off a snotty-nosed doctor.

But you knew by the cut of him

that inside, he was Mrs. Nugent.

No, only joking.

Inside, he was a fat green blob with arms

like an octopus and his face all scales.

Steve!

Come on, youse alien bastards.

One bomb is all it takes.

It's 2 pound 10

for the Irish cottage, sonny.

The thing about running away from home

is you can't bring your mother with you.

It'd be grand if you could, but I'm sorry,

old bean, that's just not the way it is.

I hope your mother

likes the present, son.

Don't worry. She will.

The good Lord does his harvesting

and forgets no one.

True enough.

You best get off here, son.

- Come on.

- Thanks anyway.

Hello.

Good Lord does his harvesting

and forgets no one.

God love you, son.

Ma.

Ma.

Ma!

Joe.

Joe.

Francie, where were you?

Look what I got her, Joe.

Look what I got her.

Well, your mother's

with her lady now, Francie...

and she'll look after her.

And she'll look after you too, Francie,

if you pray to her every day.

Good boy.

Benny.

Benny.

Get a good rest for yourself, now.

And make sure Francie

gets a good rest too.

God bless.

They found her at the bottom

of the river near the madhouse.

Wasn't enough to put her there, was it?

You had to wreck her funeral too.

You can do one bad thing,

can't you, Joe?

You can do one bad thing.

But that doesn't mean for the rest

of your life, everyone's gonna say:

"He did it, it's him.

He did the bad thing."

No.

And even if they did say that,

what we'd say is that we don't care.

We were too busy.

That's what we would say.

We'd say, "Excuse us. Too busy."

Yeah, and we'd say,

"Mind your own business."

I hope he's proud of

himself now, the pig.

After what he's done on his poor mother.

Music, music, music.

What's that Phillip Nugent

got to do with music?

Nothing, that's what.

That's some music case, Phillip.

Francie, I have to go. I'm late.

Phillip, do you like me?

Yes, but I have to go.

Because I like you.

I think you're a smashing chap.

- Do you think I'm a smashing chap, Phillip?

- Yes.

- Excuse me, but do you mean, "Oh, yes"?

- Yes.

- Go on, then. Say it.

- Say what?

For God's sake, Phillip, just say, "Oh,

yes. I think you are a smashing chap."

Oh, yes. I think you are a smashing chap.

I know I am, Phillip.

And that is some music case.

Think I could have a look at it?

- I don't know. My mother says...

- I don't think I like you now.

No, Francie. Here, take it.

You can have it.

Thank you, Phillip.

You really are a smashing chap.

You know, I might be a pig.

But I can still be your friend,

no matter what Mrs. Nooge says.

Yes, Francie.

- What am I, Phillip?

- You really are a smashing chap.

Thank you.

You know, I'm sorry I stole your comics.

But now that we're getting on

like a house on fire...

I'm gonna give them back to you.

- Are you, Francie?

On one condition:

that you don't tell anybody...

where you got them, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay. Let's go, partner.

It was dark inside that chicken house, with

all them chicks going burble-burble...

and Phillip going,

"Francie, it's dark in here."

Francie, it's dark in here.

It sure is, Phillip, but don't worry, it'll

be worth it when you see those comics.

- Francie, is that where they are?

- Right here.

Francie, what are you doing?

- Francie, why?

- "Francie, why are you doing this?"

Francie, why?

You had to go and do it again, you...

Francie, no!

You've done it now.

You've really gone and done it now.

But, Joe, I missed him.

I only pretended to hit him.

You did, like f***.

Phillip, you're gonna go home

and tell your mother...

you fell off the apple tree,

do you hear me?

We've had her coming after us

before and we don't want it again.

- Do you hear me?

- Yes, Joe.

Jesus, Francie,

why didn't you let me know?

- I'm sorry, Joe.

- Get in there.

All right, kneel down, will you?

You've got to promise.

You've got to swear by the blood of the

Apache that you'll never go near him again!

I swear, Joe.

- By the blood of the Apache.

- By the blood of the Apache.

Now give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Joe! What'd you do that for?

Jesus.

All right, give me your hand, will you?

Give me your hand, will you?

Blood brothers, Francie,

until the end of time.

Until the end of time, Joe.

As long as you swear

never to go near him again.

I won't, Joe.

Blood brothers, Francie.

Blood brothers, Joe.

- Hey, a fish.

- Fish.

- F*** off!

- Now, fish, he's certainly telling you...

Well, the fish f***ed off, all right,

but Mrs. Nugent didn't.

Her and her two bogman brothers

came along to teach me a lesson.

- I'll hold him down till he drowns.

- We've no argument against you, Purcell.

But that little bleeder

has me sister's nerves in tatters.

Take Phillip's comics, would you?

You'd go for him on your own?

You'll never touch a Nugent again,

I swear.

That's the end of your gallop.

Let him go!

Come on, boy. Come on, will you?

Wake up. Wake up.

- Francie.

- A little gulp of water never hurt.

- You've done it now. Come on.

- Look what you've done!

- Now, come on. Come on.

- Look what you've done!

- Come on.

- What has she got us into now?

- It wasn't my idea.

- It's done. Look what you've done.

Francie, please. Come on, Francie.

Please, Francie, come on.

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