‘Frankie, we’ve got to stop, go back.’
‘What the f**k, you mean, we got to go back?’
‘That little girl, she might be hurt, hurt right badly, we got to go back and see if she’s OK.’
‘No way, no way we’re going back there, the place’ll be crawling with coppers by now. You want to put your head in the f*****g noose, go ahead but I ain’t going back, you hear me. No f*****g way we’re going back. I shot that bank guy, maybe he’s dead. That’s a topping job.’
‘Oh man, you shot him? You shot him? Jesus Christ on his f*****g cross, what you telling me, man? You shot him? I thought, who the f**k knows what I thought, a warning shot maybe, that’s all?’
‘Aye, a warning shot with a load of buckshot in his chest, that warned him all right! The stupid bastard wouldn’t give up the bag and then that c
