Central - GLA | McNulty | laughs at me, frozen as ah am | |
Central - GLA | bent copper oan his payroll, | McNulty | . Gets the heids up whenever t |
Central - GLA | Ah never saw the boay, | McNulty | again fur a few weeks. Ah wis |
Central - GLA | whit he sais tae me there - | McNulty | ? Keep it comin! The prick thi |
Central - GLA | ‘Nuttin. Furget aboot it. | McNulty | phoned. Sais he wanted tae se |
Central - GLA | min wrenches ma attention fae | McNulty | ’s attempt tae justify his i |
Central - GLA | choice, he’d be talkin tae | McNulty | aboot it. Fuckin bam. They’ |
Central - GLA | d us in oan his situation wae | McNulty | ; how he’d ran up five grand |
Central - GLA | d be enough tae settle it wae | McNulty | . They’re no gonnae let this |
Central - GLA | ah head straight oer tae see | McNulty | . Just get it oot the waiy, kn |
Central - GLA | McNulty. William or Wullie | McNulty | tae me, an every other cunt a |
Central - GLA | Ah wondered how a cunt like | McNulty | hud cunts like that oan his r |
Central - GLA | tocky fella, goes by the name | McNulty | . Ye’d know him tae see, big |
Central - GLA | check the paiy-as-ye-go phone | McNulty | gied us fur messages. There†|
Central - GLA | in the corner, reflectin aff | McNulty | ’s gless eye an the silvery |
Central - GLA | ‘Big | McNulty | fae Balintore Street. Fuckin |
Central - GLA | hangover. The phone rings an | McNulty | ’s name flashes up oan the s |
Central - GLA | When they pult me oot the van | McNulty | gave me the full spiel - ahâ |
Central - GLA | him at the windae, Ged passin | McNulty | the gram. He whispers somethi |
Central - GLA | is where ah find masel, plyin | McNulty | ’s trade. Some turn aroon, e |
Central - GLA | pin fae the open haunded slap | McNulty | ’s just gied us. The other t |
Central - GLA | grand that ah wis haudin fur | McNulty | that, given how things hud pl |
Central - GLA | e two eighteen stone lap dugs | McNulty | hud brought wae him an wis fr |
Central - GLA | here an noo. Ah’ll see this | McNulty | bastart right fur his money a |
Central - GLA | de – the wan McDade sais is | McNulty | ’s. |
Central - GLA | ‘Is | McNulty | – ah mean, Harry there?’ |
Central - GLA | ‘Fuck sake man. That’s | McNulty | ’s close.’ The wee ginger |
Central - GLA | ay gear that he goat aff that | McNulty | . He’s no actin himsel.’ a |
Central - GLA | ‘Here, whit aboot that | McNulty | ? That’s who McShane sais he |
Central - GLA | grief tae his door an ah telt | McNulty | as much. ‘Leave him oot ay |
Central - GLA | st ay the gear ah hud left ay | McNulty | ’s ah wis haudin, tellin him |
Central - GLA | ‘ | McNulty | .’ he sais. |
Central - GLA | ‘ | McNulty | .’ McShane sais, as a statem |
Central - GLA | st count again. ‘Stevie!’ | McNulty | shouts efter me as ah’m str |