Central - GLA | ‘It’s me, | McShane | .’ The door clicks open an a |
Central - GLA | aff his haun in mock outrage. | McShane | chimes in an ye kin tell he†|
Central - GLA | he sais, but it’s too late. | McShane | ’s awready oot ay it, away d |
Central - GLA | ™ Pearcey pipes up, suddenly. | McShane | looks at Scanlon an they smil |
Central - GLA | e?’ Scanlon sais noddin tae | McShane | , who raises his gless in reco |
Central - GLA | EHIND HIM?’ Ronnie sais tae | McShane | who’s bein held back by Sca |
Central - GLA | Stevie | McShane | ’s pacin up an doon, gettin |
Central - GLA | Scanlon and his mate, Stevie | McShane | . ‘Fuckin hell big man, how |
Central - GLA | er McDade’s shoulder Stevie | McShane | mimes flickin a pill intae th |
Central - GLA | ‘They sais Stevie | McShane | telt them tae come.’ Monty |
Central - GLA | €™s gettin it aff that Stevie | McShane | , sure. Tap drawer, so it is.â |
Central - GLA | ‘Stevie | McShane | sais tae come doon.’ McDade |
Central - GLA | ember the lesson learned here | McShane | . Yer useful, nae doubt, but y |
Central - GLA | y me tae investigate. ‘Here | McShane | ! Get oer here!’ he sais ‘ |
Central - GLA | the door opens an Scanlon an | McShane | come in. ‘Some fuckin boay |
Central - GLA | ot that McNulty? That’s who | McShane | sais he works fur. Just go st |
Central - GLA | . Some cunt sais ma da thinks | McShane | wis tryin tae batter intae ma |
Central - GLA | en terrifyin right enough.’ | McShane | sais, sarcastically puttin hi |
Central - GLA | judgin by the nick ay him.’ | McShane | sais. |
Central - GLA | ouble dipped, mental wans.’ | McShane | sais tae Scanlon, who shrugs |
Central - GLA | thin, ah’m gonae regret.’ | McShane | sais, an fucks off taewards t |
Central - GLA | ‘McNulty.’ | McShane | sais, as a statement ay fact. |
Central - GLA | €˜Many ay them huv ye hud?’ | McShane | sais tae him ‘Ah fuckin tel |
Central - GLA | ckin boay him man, int he?’ | McShane | sais, ‘Where the fuck did h |