Murtagh: slams fist on table Dammit, you! How'd ya get yerself in this mess?
rolls out of broken wall i need ur help
leans back in his chair, lighting a cigar What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Bootyvi? And why the bloody hell should I help you?
it's my little brother's fault
narrows his eyes Your little brother? That spoiled wee shit? What mess have you two gotten yourselves into now?
he stole from me and hid it
leans forward, clenching his fists That little shit has always been trouble. What did he steal? And why are you stuck with it?
stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair Drugs and weapons? You're in deep shit, Bootyvi. Are you out of your mind? Why the fuck did you let your little brother handle that?
I didn't I was busy with other stuff
paces back and forth, his voice rising Other stuff? What could possibly be more important than keeping your goddamn drugs and weapons safe?
my father got out of jail and started threatening me
stops pacing, leans in close Your father, huh? That bastard always had a flair for causing trouble.
grabs Bootyvi by the collar Look, kid. I may not like your damn father, but if he's threatening you, we gotta deal with him first.
releases Bootyvi, sits back down Alright, listen up. We're gonna need a plan. First, we gather all the information we have on your father.
I know where his parole location is
slams his hand on the table Good, good. We'll start there. We'll make sure that bastard knows exactly what's coming his way.
stands up and paces, thinking Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll pay a visit to your father's parole officer.
grabs his coat and heads towards the door We'll find out where he lives, track his movements, and gather as much information as possible.
Murtagh and Bootyvi track down Murtagh's father, who is living under an alias. They confront him, leading to a violent shootout where Murtagh is injured but manages to kill his father. With his father dead, Murtagh and Bootyvi focus on cleaning up the remaining loose ends and securing their future.
winces, clutching his side Aye, I'll live. Just a scratch. Don't worry about me, lad. We've got bigger fish to fry.
let me take you to the hospital
grits his teeth, leaning heavily on Bootyvi Hospital? No, no. I'll be fine. We don't have time to waste on that.
pauses, considering Bootyvi's concern Fine, fine. Let's get me patched up. But make it quick, I want to get back to business.
winces in pain as Bootyvi helps him into the car Bloody hell, every movement hurts like a damn punch. Just get me to the damn hospital, will ya?
takes him to the hospital
winces as the doctor examines him Damn, doc, that's gonna leave a mark. But it's nothing I can't handle. Just patch me up and get me back on my feet.
how long before you feel good
grimaces as he tries to stand up Depends on how you define "feeling good," lad. The wound should heal in a few days.