…then you’re gonna go to sleep.
Then I’ll give you a shot, and you’ll…
…stay asleep.
Mo cuishle…
…means ”my darling, my blood.”
He gave her a single shot.
It was enough adrenaline
to do the job a few times over.
He didn’t want her
going through this again.
Then he walked out.
I don’t think he had anything left.
I went back to the gym.
Waited, figuring he’d turn up
sooner or later.
And that’s when a ghost
came through the door.
I got to thinking what you said,
Mr. Scrap.
What was that, Danger?
Anybody can lose one fight.
That’s the truth.
Go on, put your gloves on.
You missed a lot of training.
Will do, Mr. Scrap. Sure thing.
Frankie never came back at all.
Frankie didn’t leave a note,
and nobody knew where he went.
I’d hoped he’d gone to find you…
…and ask you one more time
to forgive him.
But maybe he didn’t have
anything left in his heart.
I just hope he found someplace
where he could find a little peace.
A place set in the cedars and oak trees.
Somewhere between
nowhere and goodbye.
But that’s probably wishful thinking.
No matter where he is…
…I thought you should know what kind
of man your father really was.
[ENGLlSH]