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