Central - GLA | ‘There it is, eh! | Coyle | right enough. Ah fuckin knew |
Central - GLA | ’ve no seen ye fur a while, | Coyle | . Where ye been hidin?’ Alec |
Central - GLA | oncentrate oan yer ain gemme, | Coyle | ’ he answers defiantly. |
Central - GLA | always think the worst ay me, | Coyle | . Dae ye really think ah’d h |
Central - GLA | a sinkin boat. "This is rare, | Coyle | , ah'll gie ye that. Wis that |
Central - GLA | sinkin boat, ‘This is rare, | Coyle | , ah’ll gie ye that. Wis tha |
Central - GLA | ‘Ya bastart ye, | Coyle | ! Ye couldnae huv left it just |
Central - GLA | right! An it’s aw ma dain, | Coyle | . At least Jackie came back ta |
Central - GLA | , ‘ . . . mone gies a haun, | Coyle | .’ he nods at me. |
Central - GLA | ough the notes. Jesus Christ, | Coyle | . How much is there?' |
Central - GLA | h the notes, ‘Jesus Christ, | Coyle | . How much is there?’ |
Central - GLA | , IT DIDNAE HUV ENOUGH WELLY, | COYLE | YA FUCKIN WIND UP MERCHANT! |
Central - GLA | ‘Somethin smells rare, Mr. | Coyle | . You been makin soup?’ the |
Central - GLA | lder oan the desk. ‘Ah, Mr. | Coyle | . I see you’ve decided to jo |
Central - GLA | look at your claim book, Mr. | Coyle | , you’ll see marked here. . |
Central - GLA | ‘Here ye go, Mr. | Coyle | . Ah’ve made ye a nice cup a |
Central - GLA | ‘ *cough* Hello, Mr. | Coyle | ?’ |
Central - GLA | s.” Think that’s you, Mr. | Coyle | ?’ he sais wae a smirk. |
Central - GLA | ’t appreciate your tone Mr. | Coyle | .’ she sais, tyin her pony t |
Central - GLA | ‘It’s awright Mr. | Coyle | , we’ve goat Danny’s back. |
Central - GLA | ‘Not so fast Mr. | Coyle | . As you are no doubt aware, t |
Central - GLA | doon, sign here. Done. ‘Mr. | Coyle | ?’ she sais, expectantly. |
Central - GLA | waitin. We’re dealin wae a | Coyle | here. The fuckin second wan t |
Central - GLA | Tam and I, an wae names like | Coyle | and O’Henry there wis only |
Central - GLA | ‘Ah’m in trouble | Coyle | an ah don’t know whit tae d |
Central - GLA | Kin ye believe the swine | Coyle | ? |
Central - GLA | drags me tae ma feet, ‘Mone | Coyle | , leave it.’ he sais. |
Central - GLA | probably is, he sais, ‘Aye | Coyle | , ah’m awright. Didnae get m |
Central - GLA | aw chuffed wae himsel ‘Aye | Coyle | , whit wis that ye were sayin? |
Central - GLA | repaid, eh? It wid scunner ye | Coyle | , so it wid. |
Central - GLA | ‘Will you let me finish | Coyle | ? That’s you oer the back, t |
Central - GLA | sayin ah’m awrite tae work | Coyle | ! A Sixty-three year auld Weld |
Central - GLA | personal bloody skivvy Daniel | Coyle | .’ she sais, rampin up the a |
Central - GLA | ‘Daniel | Coyle | .’ |
Central - GLA | ‘Daniel | Coyle | mate. Ma appointment’s at t |
Central - GLA | Ah'm puttin the kettle oan | Coyle | ! Ye wantin a cup ay tea made? |
Central - GLA | Ah’m puttin the kettle oan | Coyle | ! Ye wantin a cup ay tea made? |
Central - GLA | in second wan the day. Fuckin | Coyle | Loyal aboot here int it? How |
Central - GLA | ‘Stoap yer moanin | Coyle | ! Ah’m entitled tae say hell |
Central - GLA | ‘Naw yer no | Coyle | ! Dae as yer bloody telt. Ah |
Central - GLA | ‘Well, Mr | Coyle | , you just let yer grandson ke |
Central - GLA | ‘Mr | Coyle | ! Yer tea!’ the wee wifey fa |
Central - GLA | them long afore it wis ‘Mr | Coyle | you may want to consider the |
Central - GLA | ‘Coyle. His name’s | Coyle | .’ Daniel sais. |
Central - GLA | ‘Awright | Coyle | ! Yer an awfy man. Cannae just |
Central - GLA | awright. Just get oan wae it | Coyle | ’ he answers a bit too sharp |
Central - GLA | on, ah wis gonae be the first | Coyle | tae go tae University. Nae pr |
Central - GLA | ‘He’s right, ye know | Coyle | . There’s still good folk ab |
Central - GLA | ae Scanlon an the boay, Danny | Coyle | . Scanlon’s cousin an aw, Mc |
Central - GLA | ma name’s Danny. . . Danny | Coyle | , ah’m McDade’s mate.’ |
Central - GLA | 'Ah'm sorry | Coyle | . Ah never meant tae-' |
Central - GLA | ‘Ah’m sorry | Coyle | . Ah never meant tae —’ |
Central - GLA | ‘ | Coyle | !’ ah sais, this cunt’s at |
Central - GLA | alarm cloack reads 10:33. ‘ | COYLE | ! LET US IN YA FANNY!’ |