All language subtitles for Into.The.Land

Here they come.

Let's go now, boys.

Oh, fucking kids.

Stop bothering him, Patrick!

Oh, that's all we need.

Why would you do
something like that?

Pick that up.

Apologize to your brother.

This is not the day for this.

No, I didn't.
We're late as it is.

Fucking come on!

Look, just leave it!

Fucking move it!

Get in the car!

Fucking drive!
Go, go, go!

Jesus!
Slow the fuck down!

You're a devious
old shite, Finbar.

You what, Vinny?

I can see what you're up to.
All right?

How can I bloody blast 'em
if I can't see them?

Move them back up
to the top of the roof there.

The wind, I can't hear!

Aye, sure.

If you're implying that
I'm cheating, Guard O'Shea,

I'll take it very thick.

Where there's a wager,
it has to be fair.

Are you going to whinge
about fairness all day,

or are you gonna
take your shot and lose,

like you always do?

Up your hole.

Come on with you.

Deceitful old bastard.

Thank you.

Robbing me blind, you whore.

So, what has the day brought,

apart from feeding your cat
and pondering human reason

with Gulliver
and the little folk?

I finished Gulliver's Travels.

I'm onto Mr. Dostoyevsky now,

a Russian writer.

Jesus, I know nothing of him.

Agatha Christie's
more my cup of tea.

Where are we going?

I've got a bit
of official business.

Mrs. Bailey come up to me
and said the, uh

welcome sign to the town,
out this way, has gone missing.

Oh.

Now you'll see
what real work entails.

God, that's a bit of a mess.

Maroon.

Burgundy.

Burgundy?

Burgundy.

Some madcap, acting the eejit,

must have lost control
of the car.

-Or drunk.
-Aye.

Probably thick in the head.

So you'll be looking for some
mental case in town then?

Aye.
Should nail them by teatime so.

Good evening.

I can feel your eyes
on the back of my head.

Rita

I have no doubt

Adam would have
traded his Eve for you

if he saw this place.

Well,
it's best to have a hobby.

Oh, those'll brighten up a home.

For the table setting

which you would know
if you'd ever accepted

my invitation to dinner.

How's, uh
How's Brendan holding up?

He's far too worse
to be getting better.

So, with a fine young woman
like yourself,

he's going to want
to hang around.

The explosion left six dead,

including three children.

The IRA is believed to be
behind the bombing,

though they have
yet to claim responsibility.

Anyone with information
is encouraged to come forward.

All right, quieten down.

I can't say enough
about this next person.

He's done more for this town
than we deserve.

A man of many talents,
and, in fact,

with a little encouragement,

perhaps he'll treat us
here tonight.

Bart McGuinness,
will you honor us with a song?

Go on, now,
all you kind folk

don't want to hear
an old fella sing.

Me own flesh and kin
wear earmuffs.

I wish I was

In Carrickfergus

Only for nights

In Ballygran

I would swim over

The deepest ocean

The deepest ocean

For my love to find

Right, out you come.

Can you not just shoot me here

to save us both this exercise?

Keep walking,
round to the left.

Here'll be fine.

No, no, two steps to your right.

Start digging.

Where are we?

If I'm going to spend
eternity here,

I'd like to know where I am.

Donegal.

You're in Donegal.

The other end of the country.

The forgotten county.

Seems fitting.

And this is
how you earn a living?

She's deep enough,
out you get.

On your knees.

Jesus.

All these trees.

You've been busy.

On your knees.

Hands behind the old head there.

You have one minute.

Say what you will.

Plead if you want.
Makes no odds.

No pleading necessary.

I knew this day was coming.

Mind you,
took longer than I thought.

It was a lifetime ago.

I had a fierce temper

as a lad,

did my share of killing.

I knew that there was

There was no going back

after what I'd done.

But one day, I decided that

whatever was left
of my withering soul

shouldn't be wasted, so

Somehow, I

I blew that black cloud away.

Became part of the community.

Did what I could
for those around me.

You know, this is where it ends

for people like us.

In some windswept,
boggy patch.

Try and do some good

before you find yourself here.

You've only so much time.

Ah, but my days

Are numbered

Come, all you young men

And lay me down

So, any hiccups then, Kev?

Nah, nothin'.

You queer, Robert?

Your music suggests
you're queer.

You slow, Kev?

Your boots suggest you're slow.

Can't imagine what kind of mess
you left out there.

That's a brilliant
Moody Blues 45.

I'm gonna borrow this one.

Indulgence draws the weak
to an early grave.

Who's that?

Yeats?

It's me mother.

Who's that?

Only me, Mrs. McQue.

Oh, Finbar, how are ya?

Robbie said you were coming in,

so I've made
your favorite scones for you.

Oh, cherry, huh?

Raisin. I thought it was raisin.

-I could've sworn--
-Raisin it is.

You know me better
than I know myself.

I thought so.
I thought so.

-You'll take them with you then?
-I will.

You've never not taken them.

Ah, good fucking morning,
you beauts!

Those hot?

Hey, hey, hey, manners.

There he is.

The fastest hand in the West.

You'd know
that was a Dublin boyo.

-Kids nowadays.
-Oh, God.

How are ya?

Oh, yourself?

-Thanks.
-Oh, a new addition?

Ah.

I took it as payment
from the O'Reilly clan.

Some Mexican fella painted it.

Quite in vogue in America,
apparently.

And worth a lot more
than I was owed.

Too bad you can't sell it back
to its rightful owner.

Oh, I'll keep an eye out.

I'll have something else
for you in a week or so.

Give it to him.

The job.

Give it to him. All of them.

Been thinking
quite a bit lately.

Been a lifetime of poor choices
I've made, Robert,

ever since Margaret died,
you know?

I mean

there's more to me than this.

I'd like folks to see it.

Oh, and, uh

what is it you're so anxious
to show the world?

I mean, this is all you know.

I could plant a garden.

-A garden?
-Aye.

So, you're just gonna jilt me?

What, leave me
with that gombeen?

Thanks.

You gonna miss me?

Aye.

Like a hole in the head.

It's seeds you want?

Aye, Pat, seeds.

You're not one
for buying seeds, Finbar.

No, not before.

Are you sure now? Seeds?

Christ, have you got any or not?

All right.

I have, uh

broad beans, cabbage,
and we've carrots,

and there's other stuff
there too.

So, I was thinking I could
start a garden of my own.

Mmm.
Bit of Popple,

maybe some Goldenrod,

like that yellow wave
you've got going out there.

Goldenrod is a weed, Finbar.

Ah. Didn't know that.

Might need a teacher, so.

Is it okay?

I don't know
what I'm enjoying more,

the food or the company.

Was your wife a good cook?

Margaret, was it?

Yeah.

-Mmm.
-I'm sorry, I didn't

No, no,
you're fine, you're fine.

It's just been so long since
I've heard her name spoken.

Margaret.

Always experimenting.

She baked this brick

This was a long time ago.

Put apples and nuts
into the mix.

Wee bit of cinnamon
thrown in there.

Never tasted the like of it.

Sounds gorgeous.

Jesus, no, it was awful.

It's like I said,

I never tasted the like of it.

And, thankfully,
I never did again.

Was this in Dublin?

Aye, sure.

Passed the bookshop
where she worked every day,

walking to the factory,
you know?

God, she loved those books.

Got me hooked.

I wish I could have met her.

Well, she was too good for me,
that woman.

Same as yourself.

-I'll just be a wee moment.
-Mmm.

How's Moya?

If you hook a Rudd, be careful,
'cause that line

could cut into
the palm of your hand, darling.

Here.

Go on. Use that.

There you go. Good girl.

What are you hoping to catch?

A goldfish?

Take him home, call him Goldie?

A fish wouldn't care for you.

And me dead daddy used to say

that you shouldn't care for
those that don't care for you.

Fair enough.

I was told to get
a fish for dinner.

You're on.

Put some line out.
Put some line out.

Oh, no!

Moya, it's okay. Moya!

Evening, Pat.

How you doing, Sinead?

Finbar!

Surprised to see you
on a busy night like this.

-Catherine.
-Finbar.

He's grumpy tonight.

That old bastard?
Never in your in life.

Aye. And it is my one night out.

A pint of plain
for the grumpy bollocks, Sinead,

and a Babycham
for his long-suffering wife.

I'll have a wee
Black Bush, please.

Flashin' the cash, eh?

How trading books ever earns
you a living, I'll never know.

As long as I keep
winning money off you,

I'll do just fine.

Any luck catching
your Evel Knievel boy?

Ah, not a bit of it, no.

Hasn't been
the most fruitful of days,

I have to admit,
but I'll get him.

I'm sure you will.

Lovely. Great.

Lovely.
Well done.

A water, please.

Fine fiddlin' there, son.

Thank you, my friend.

That's an old tune.

Old as the hills,
but it always has a place.

You say that here,
Old as the hills?

We'd call it a jig.

Of course.

-Thank you.
-So, what brought you over here?

Hmm

Long ago, an Irishman
came to my village

playing the most beautiful song
I had ever heard.

He left before
I could learn it, so

I just had to come.

Do you not miss it? Home?

I do not miss the fighting.

I do not miss the blood.

Sinead, I saw your Moya
out by the bridge,

fishing for dinner.

Sounds like my wee 'un
all right.

She's her own woman.

We're like ships
passing in the night,

me working here
all the hours God sends.

Don't be giving her
too much grief.

What's that?

The box of grub,
it tumbled into the river.

-What?
-But that's on me.

I was yapping
and distracting her.

Right, well,
thanks for the heads-up.

Mind my feet!

It's been ages.

Calm yourself!

I know that look.

Where are you off to?

Surely, you're not fleeing
over the spilled food, are you?

I told your ma
it was all my doing.

She's going to miss you
something shocking,

stuck out here alone,

and you off riding the plains.

Well, you're brave one, Moya,

seeing as horses
hate the dark.

Scared stiff
of the rabbit holes,

and the rabbits.

Best to run away during the day,

so you don't, you know,
run into anything unexpected.

But it's up to you, I suppose.
You're the boss.

You're not still in the caravan?

Aye. Mom says the bungalow
will never be done.

You can go now.

-What?
-You can go now.

No, no, a gentleman always
leaves a lady to the door.

-I said I'm fine!
-Moya, what the fuck?

Where have you been?

I'm fucking starvin' here.

Who's this?

A gentleman.

Oh, just like
your wee Uncle Curtis then?

You're not my uncle.

Hear, you watch your backtalk!

Do you hear me?

Women, eh?

Fucking nightmares.

Well, if it isn't the wanderer,
back from his traveling.

-About time!
-I came straight away.

I've just been waiting.

What the fuck is this?

Apples?

I don't know.
It's just what they gave me.

You're gone for two hours
and come back with apples.

Hey! Shut the fuck up!

How the fuck is this eejit
your brother?

Yous don't even sound the same.

It's none of your business.

What were you doing
all this time?

I've just been waiting down
at the caravan.

There's no need
to be hanging around down there.

You just get what we need
and you come back.

Do you understand?

Knock, knock!

Oh, Jesus.

Finbar, I mean,

thank you.

Watch it, it's heavy.

-Will you take a cup of tea?
-No, thanks. I'm grand.

How's Moya?

What have you got there?

Not got anything.

Maybe I should ask your mother?

No, please!

Don't say anything to her.

Show me.

Come on, show me.

Where did you get this?

Did your uncle give you this?

He's not my uncle!

Why did he give this
to you, Moya?

Has it got something to do
with these bruises on you?

Moya

Did something happen

that you don't want
to tell me about?

Eh?

Yo, Moya!

So the gentleman caller returns.

Morning, Sinead. Morning, Moya!

Hope you're not thinking about
making a move on our Sinead?

She's a wee bit young for you,
I'd say.

Shut your hole, Curtis.

Don't mind him, Finbar.
He's an arsehole.

I can't even have a wee bit
of chit-chat with the locals?

Me and him are sweet.

Ain't that right, big man?

Here we go.

Nothing like a wee bit
of skinny dippin'

to work up an appetite.

Just take it and go.

I'll bring you more
tonight after work.

I'm going off
my fucking nut up there.

Can't blame me for wanting
a wee bit of new company.

Fuck, yeah.

Catch you later, princess!

Old friend?

You can pick your friends.

You don't get to choose
your bloody in-laws.

My, um

My brother married his sister,

then promptly
got himself killed.

I can't wait to see
the back of him.

I thought you were all for
leaving this business behind?

Give it to that wee bollocks,
Kevin. I'll pay.

Are you wise? Here.

A local fella?

You want the boys in blue
at your door?

This clown isn't from here.

He's a blow-in
by the name of Curtis June.

I don't care, hmm?

Not on our doorstep.

Besides, he could be IRA, hmm?

Good luck staying away from them
for the rest of your life.

So, we just let him
keep on hurting her?

You don't even know
what he's done.

I know.
I could see it in her eyes.

And that's his message
for her to keep quiet.

Jesus, she's a child, Robert!

Shop him to the guards.
An anonymous tip-off.

Conscience clean.

She'll never tell them
what he's done.

He's put the fear of God in her.

And he'll never stop.

He'll just go on
tormenting others.

Robert, I know what I said
about killing,

but this is different.

I want no part of it,
Finbar. Hmm?

Count me out.

Taking your brogues for a walk?

So, you actually can talk, huh?

Only when I'm done listening.

I'm passing by Sinead's.
Hop in and I'll give you a lift.

Aye.

So, you're on holiday, eh?

Aye, holiday. Fuck up.

Could've nipped off to Mallorca,
fixed my farmer's tan, but nah,

let's all squat in the back arse
of bleeding fucking nowhere.

Listen, there's cigarettes in
the front there, help yourself.

The matches are on the floor.

Funny road, never looks
the same on the way back.

That's because giants
made these hills.

Aye, is that right?

This land was once ruled
by Fomorians.

God-like seafarers, they were.

Enslaved the land,

ate the children.
So the story goes.

And to think
I just use them for shooting.

Are you a hunter?

Well, if you call
shooting bean cans

and the odd jackrabbit hunting,

then, yes,
I'm a stupendous hunter.

What do you use?

A smoothbore,

A.H. Fox.

Teddy Roosevelt called it
the finest gun ever made.

You wanna see it?

I had a Remington 17 Model

before I got this little baby.

Wasn't as nifty.

Didn't have the same

busty qualities.

Beautiful, isn't she?

You want to hold her?

Jesus.

Fuck!

What did I ever do to you?

Wee Moya, you bastard.

Jesus fucking Christ!

I'll leave. You'll never
fucking see me again!

Jesus fucking Christ!

You You
You're fucking dead!

You ballbag!

Some ginger Jesse Owens, he was.

Why'd he have a knife?

Is that something
all the young ones carry?

Ah, Jesus. I wouldn't
consider meself

in tune with modern youth,
to be fair.

What are you doing out here?

Robert asked me
to check up on you.

He did, did he?

Yeah.

Well, in that case

I like bingo, yeah?

Wright's has a session
on tonight.

You'll pay for me books.

And a cheeky pint
or two, huh?

I won't tell you no more

So get down, get down

Get down

Christ!

I'm starting to understand
why they whinge so much.

This yahoo, one time,

diggin' away, so he was.

But he knew

that when he stopped,

that was that, yeah?

The end of the line.

So he just didn't stop.

Must have been
something like nine feet

when he was done with it.

Blisters the size of plums.

Who knows, he could've hit
fecking Fiji or someplace.

I just stood and laughed.
It was something else.

It's all a big joke to you,
isn't it?

This line of work.

Ah, well.

As my da always used to say

Do a job you love.

And the next one up

is stuck in a tree, 53.

There you go, Finbar.

On me, for yesterday.

For God's sake, Sinead,
there's no need.

Here, love, can I have one?

Ain't you barred, Kevin?

She's a feisty one.

Reminds me of one I left
in the forest not long ago.

Ask for more, 34.
A woman?

Yeah.

They're more

collected than the fellas,
don't you think?

More dignity before dying.

-Jesus.
-What?

-You never--
-No.

There's enough cruel men
in this world.

She was cruel
all right.

Cruel lookin'.
Clickety-click, 66.

But the crying
took the edge off.

Bingo!

Fuck's sake.

You're a wee bit messed up
in the head, aren't you?

Says the one.

It's just a bit of money
in me pocket when I need it,

but a body count like yours?

Now that's psychotic.

You listen, you wee shite,

killing is no joking matter
to me.

And I'm done with it for good.

But if I ever hear of you

having a laugh
at someone else's dying tears

I'll beat you
with my old-man hands.

How many people
have you killed altogether?

Ooh!

Curtis, come on.

Conan's mouthing off in there.

You know, the day
they murdered our father,

Curtis was playing football
in the under-12s.

Little bollocks wasn't half bad.

I'll never forget
picking him up,

telling him what happened.

He just sat there,
just looking at me,

he couldn't make sense of it.

Him growing up in Belfast
and me down south with Mom.

His whole world
turned upside down.

And I made him a promise.

I said I'd always
look out for him.

Conan says we should clear out.

Make tracks to France
or somewhere.

Not without my brother.

He probably just had
a lock-in, drinking.

You know what he's like.

Unless he developed
the power of invisibility,

of course he didn't spend
the night in a fucking lock-in!

Think I'm fucking thick?

We're not going anywhere
without Curtis.

He's fucking left us, Doireann.
He's probably away on home.

No, he's dead if he goes back,
we all are!

Yeah, I know.

Curtis June
and Doireann McCann.

You're the reason
we're in this mess.

I knew you would fuck it up.

We got the bastards,
didn't we? That's what matters.

What about the kids?
Were they just collateral?

You know rightly
I couldn't have predicted that!

You made yourself known.

Me and Seamus were in the clear.

They only saw
the back of our heads.

I saw the back of her head
last night.

The fuck!

I'm only easing the tension!

Where are you going?

I'm going out to find
the sad bastard

who's only job was to lay low.

Could say he's doing that
only too fucking well.

If you cunts want to leave,
that's grand.

Just don't be expecting
big fucking hugs

when you get back to Belfast!

Curtis!

Curtis!

Jesus, what are you
doing out of the bungalow?

Yesterday, did Curtis say
where he was heading?

I didn't see him yesterday.

So he's missing?

Oh, thank God.

I should never have
let yous back in my life.

Go on, pack your shit.
I want yous gone.

Don't you dare
speak to me like that.

I'll fucking rip that tongue
from your throat.

Maybe the peelers got him?

They're probably closing in on
the rest of you sorry bastards.

Ma!

I'm fighting for a free Ireland,

and that includes you, you cunt!

So you'd better start showing me

some fucking respect!

What did he tell ya?

Nothing.

Ma!

He said nothing!

But I'm not stupid, Doireann.

I read the papers!

I'm okay, love.
I'm okay.

Here, he swam most days!

Maybe he fucking drowned.

Jesus. Are you ever
gonna let your age get to ya?

I suppose the frontline'd make
a decent shot out of any man.

Now, what's your excuse?

Ah. Sure, I was about
the last to arrive.

You know, I never knew
the hell of war that you did.

For me, the liberation of France
was a load of faffing about,

if I'm perfectly honest.

Did they mock you as well
when you came back?

They weren't up to make me
feel good about it.

They was determined to
help fight those Nazi bastards,

even if it meant
siding with the English.

And that's why I wear
the uniform, you know?

I know right,
I know wrong, all right?

And you need
the black and white,

what with the state
of the north at the minute.

And I've seen enough fighting
for a lifetime.

Hey! There you go.

Anyone come
out here? Anyone know?

Not one soul.

So he could be back
in Belfast then?

If he is, I'll fucking kick him
back to you meself.

What if Special Branch
is onto us?

Wise up! Of course they're not.

Fuck off!

Just give me something!

Local intel,
any names around here,

someone who'd know.

Where are you again?
Glencol-something?

That's the spot.

Best hiding spots are those
you can't fucking pronounce.

There's an old contact
close by.

A freelance bone man.
Have you got a pen?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, shit.

No, stay back.

Robert McQue?

No knock?

Force of habit.

Your, uh, colleague

wasn't specific about
the nature of your visit.

I'm afraid his phone
was being tapped

by the big fellas,
I suppose, huh?

Oh, bloody paranoiacs.

Trying to find a friend,

and none know the shadows

better than those
under the rocks.

Oh, I like that.

Oh.

This friend

What's the name?

Curtis.

Curtis June.

That's a funny old name, huh?

June?

Aye, June.

Is it short for something?

What is?

June.

Is June fucking short
for something?

It's June, like the month. June.

I've never in me life met anyone
called June.

Redhead, tall, skinny fella.

It doesn't ring a bell.

You know, those bandits
out by Inishwest,

they might have heard something.
You give them a try.

Now, I have to
clear up this mess.

If you please,
you'll find your own way out.

It fits.

-I said--
-I heard you.

You're only three foot
away from me.

Is he dead?

Without a doubt.

It had nothing to do with me!

Who, then?

Tell me, or I'll blow
your fucking head off!

Put it away, will ya?

I'm not staking me life for him.

I told him not to do it.

Who?

Finbar.

Finbar Murphy.
Finbar Murphy.

But we parted ways.

He's no longer in my employ.

Who called the hit?

Well, you'd have
to ask him that.

-Where does he live?
-I don't know.

Now, if you don't mind,
I would be very grateful

if you would get the--

Robbie?

Robbie?

Robbie's not here anymore.

Where is he?

I shot him.

Believe me, he had it coming.

I'm not trying to be
disrespectful or nothing.

What's your name, love?

Josie.

You have a sweet voice, Josie.

I'm sure you've done
nothing wrong.

But I can't let you go
seeing my face now, can I?

No.

No.

So, why don't you go into
your bedroom back there,

lock your door

and don't come out
till I'm gone?

Robbie isn't going anywhere.

Put that away.

Take a look at this.

Blood money?

Fuckin' massacre.

Well, thanks again, Rita.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'll teach you bits
whenever you start planting,

but I can't remember everything.

-Mm-hmm.
-Books help.

You've done good.

It's a start.

-Good night.
-Night.

It's Robert.

-Finbar.
-Oh, Mrs. McQue.

Thank you for coming.

Finbar.

Finbar.
No, no, no, no, Mrs. McQue,

don't.

Robbie was a good man.

Of course he fucking wasn't.

Oi!

For what he was,
he was a good man.

Did you see who he was?

It was a her.

And, no, I didn't.

And she was talking
to Robbie, though.

She said she was looking
for someone named Curtis.

The ginger Jesse?

She'll need a shovel.

We can't stay here.

Good. I fucking hate wakes.

Go and siphon some petrol.

Mrs. McQue,
go in the kitchen, please.

All right.

I'll sort this out.

Everyone knows
each other here.

-They'll know him.
-But why does it have to be me?

'Cause you always look lost.
Now go!

Good evening.

I'm up for the weekend,

visiting my uncle.

We got a bit, uh

turned around.

You wouldn't happen to know
a Finbar Murphy?

Finbar? I know him, all right.

Lives out the road there.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

-Evening, Garda.
-Evening.

-Do you want me to fill her up?
-Yeah.

You ever see that fella
around here before?

Never have.

Says he's up to see
his uncle Finbar.

-Finbar?
-Ah.

The old dunce never said
he had a nephew.

-Finbar
-I'm so sorry.

I can't believe this.

Call the police
once we're gone, okay?

Right. I will.

Aye, look at this.

Beautiful.

How do you suppose
they found him?

Maybe he asked his network
about this Curtis fella,

checking him out
after you spoke to him?

I'll just wait
for you outside, then.

How long will you be?

Pull in over there.

Did something spook you?

Somebody's in my house.

Well, that's me unemployed then,
I suppose.

Old Robert took advantage of me,
but he treated me right.

Would you say yous were friends?

We had things in common.

Things to keep hidden.

Were you a runaway?

If your home
is an old pile of shite

and there's no love to be had,
I'd hardly call it running away.

Escaping is more like it.

One night,

I got meself into a fierce
bust-up in a pub,

but I came out of it on top.

And there Robert was,

buying me as many pints
as I wanted

and offering me 30 quid
to push some fella off a pier.

Of course, I didn't know
he was getting 130,

but that was Robert,
the old sleeveen bastard.

'Twas easy money.

I lost track long ago.

How many I've killed.

The war, it turned me into
somebody I didn't recognize.

And when I came home and learned
my Margaret had died,

whatever was left
of my old self,

it seemed to disappear
into a black hole.

And then Robert came calling.

As you said, it was too easy.

Fucking seniors
and their raisins.

If he's not here by now

He's probably out there,
watching us.

Well, if he is,

let's give him
something to watch.

Oh, Jesus.

Go back inside, Rita.

Please.

You must be the nosy
fucking neighbor, huh?

You should be minding
your own business

if you know what's best.

You know Finbar?

Never had the pleasure,
but I will.

Mr. Murphy has done something.

Something unforgivable.

-Hey, what are you doing?
-I'm gonna fucking kill her.

We've got no advantage.

Advantage?
What's that? War talk?

Put it down!

I don't want Rita getting
caught in the crossfire.

God, it's lonely out here.

Especially for a frail old one,
like yourself.

If you see your friend,

you can give him a message.

I'll tell him a mouthy
wee bitch sent it.

Do.

Talk about a cruel woman.

Conan!

Come on!

Oh, God.

Grab her legs.

You go first.

Two cottages down
from the crossroads,

the one with the flowers.

And who is this again?

For God's sake,
it doesn't matter.

Look, you're a doctor.
Just go to her. All right?

Please.

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

There you go.

Good boy.

Ah.

There's some money's worth here.

No wonder you need someone
to buy your bingo books.

Maybe I just
wanted the conversation.

Do you play this thing?

Just a chord or two.

No training or nothing,
just teaching meself.

I'll make my own record someday.

Maybe over there in

California, if we can save
enough for the journey.

The people over there
just seem

free or something.

Enjoying life.
You know what I mean?

Game's about to start.
Okay, let's go.

I don't recall you
buying the paper before.

I don't recall you being sober.

Hiya, Pat.

Hiya.

Give us 20 Gold, will you?

Finbar.

The poor fella must have
been a hermit out there,

for I'd never saw him
in the town.

Went by the name
of Robert McQue.

-Did you know him at all?
-Mm-mm.

The mother said that it was
a woman that did the killing.

I can't make head nor tail
of it at all.

You know, I was wondering

if maybe the sign
had something to do with it?

You know, maybe the sign
was a sign. Anyway,

I'll get the detectives
down from Dublin.

They'll be all over it.

There'll be nothing
for me to do.

Oh, here, you never told me
you had a nephew.

Aye, nice lad.
Don't see him that much.

Do you mind, uh,
dropping me by Sinead's?

No, get in.

Well

cheers for the ride, Vinny.

Yeah. Hey!

Don't be smug about it.

Can't be seen to have favorites.

Get on with you.

Go wide, guys!
Go wide, man!

Back in!

-Go on!
-Come on! Come on!

Stay low.

Stay out of sight, and you come
to a fucking football match.

He'll be here.

Rats. Everywhere fucking rats.

They didn't get your good side.

This pushes us into a corner,
we'll have to leg it.

Not yet.

Anybody could
recognize us, Doireann.

Curtis is dead.

Try to give an ounce of shit.

-Gerry, long ball!
-Wait for them!

Let's burn the fucker's place
to the ground for Curtis.

Then we get to Amsterdam,
France maybe.

We've got that money.
We can start over.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Run off and leave Ireland?

What's the point of all this?

-If we want to live
-So they died for nothing?

It's just for a while,
until things settle down.

Am I the only one
who understands

what we're fighting for here?

We're not fucking leaving.

Someone hired Murphy
to kill Curtis.

We need to find out who.

The old lady,
the fucking shopkeeper,

someone knows where he is.

We're just gonna
have to pry it from 'em.

I gotta find the loo.
Maybe the two of you

can come up with just one
fucking idea while I'm gone.

Finbar!

Hasan.

My biggest fan!

So you stuck around.

What do you think?

They all look so bloodthirsty,

I don't know who to root for.

-Hi, Sinead.
-What about you, Finbar?

Not too bad.

Wee Moya?

She's around here somewhere.

Up to something, I'm sure.

She's grand.

-We're good.
-Good.

Okay, I'll see you.

-See you later tonight?
-Aye.

Finbar Murphy?

-Doireann McCann.
-Uh! Uh-uh.

It's Doireann.

I've only seen it printed.

And they've printed a lot
about you, lady.

You tell me who ordered the hit

or I'll put you down right here
to die in this shit-fed turf.

Look, we've killed
each other's friends,

one for the other.

Let's draw the line.

-Walk away and no one--
-No, no, no.

Fuck you.

I killed a degenerate
bottom-feeder.

Curtis was my brother.

Then you must have known
about his, uh

tendencies.

-Give me the name.
-Easy.

All right,
I can bring him to you.

Easier that way.

And you're just gonna have this
whoever turn themselves over?

Convinced your boy
into my car, didn't I?

Meet back here, eight o'clock.

It'll be quiet.
No one will see.

No, fuck right off!

Do you think I'm stupid?

We'll meet at that pub.

Wright's?

That's it.

Full of merry fucking villagers
about that time.

None of who suspect you're
a murdering bastard, I suppose.

So, no tricks.

I won't have you hurting
anyone else in this town,

-do you hear me?
-You be there,

or we leave a special delivery

that'll blow that pub
all over Donegal.

If anything happens to us,

people will come looking.

People a lot worse than me.

And they'll tear right through
this godforsaken place.

And that quaint little nosy
neighbor lady of yours, ha

No one will be safe.

Fuckin' eejit!

You take my pistol
and nip off without a peep?

Certainly into your dramatics,
aren't you?

I found the leader.

She didn't take to my ceasefire.

She left me no choice.

I'm gonna finish her.

Finish all of them.

How do you plan on doing that?

It'll be good and public.

So if anyone comes
looking for blood,

they'll come for me.

Leave this town out of it.

You can go.
I'll be fine on my own.

No way, Jose.

The great Finbar Murphy's
going to war,

I'll be fucked
if I'm missin' out on fun!

Good boy.

Knock, knock.

Moya.

A wee gift for you.

Will you take him? He's yours.

What's his name?

You know, I never
gave him a name.

What do you think?

He looks like a Sean.

Aye.

You'll take good
care of him, won't you?

It's good to care,
even if it hurts.

Keeps you human.

Okay?

Bye, Sean.

You wanted an audience.

I'll meet them inside.

Tell them I've got the fella
out back.

Where I'll be waiting for them.

Now, that's an advantage.

See?

I was listening.

No.

I have an advantage of my own.

Go on now. Take this.

There's an envelope
in the outer pocket.

Give it to Robert's mother
for me.

The rest is yours.

What are you getting at? We--

-We agreed we were--
-We agreed on nothing.

Now, listen.

There's nothing more
here for you now.

This is my war.

Take that money.

Let it be my hand-down to you.

You don't have
to use that ever again.

You're young.

Find something else to do.

Get to California.

I'm not saying you need to be
a saint or anything like that.

Just don't waste your life
doing this.

Nobody ever gave me nothing.

My advice has more value
than that money, son.

Trust me on this.

Go on.

Oh, Jesus.
Jumpy tonight, aren't we?

Jesus, Vincent,
I've got an old heart.

Aye, but you've a young spirit.

Come on,
we're sitting over here.

Backstabber's in the trees.

He didn't try anything
at the pitch,

not with the crowd.

Right.

I'll have a peep in first,

Conan, you bring
the case in after.

Why him?

Because you're shit
with a pistol.

Because I went looking for
Curtis with no help from you.

Because I organized this trade

and because I fucking said so!

Fine.

Just keep the car lit.

Any foul play,
you set that timer

and we get the fuck out,
do you hear?

Scorch the bastards.

Sure, half the village
is in there.

And some who can hang
those dead kids round our necks.

I was hoping for
a quieter night tonight.

You know, a few stories,
a bit of a yarn.

How are you getting on
with your Russian book?

Not finished it yet.

I dare say you would
enjoy it, though.

Oh, a bit of mystery

-intrigue, is it?
-Aye.

There's a clever detective
investigating a gruesome murder.

Name of Porfiry.

He's tenacious in his quest
for the truth.

Drawing out of the suspect
how much his

isolation is destroying him

eating away at him.

Making him understand
that the power to end it

it's all his.

So keen instincts,
this detective?

He reminds me of you, actually.

Does he get his man in the end?

I don't know.

Will your nephew be in tonight?

Or has he moved on?

You don't trade books
for a living,

do you, Finbar?

What is it that you do?

Vinny

you don't want to know.

If you need to tell me
something, I could help.

No, Vinny, you can't.

Jesus. Moya! Moya!
Come here. Come on.

-You have to scoot on home.
-Where are we going?

This is no place for wee 'uns.

But I'm allowed in the bar!

-My ma says--
-No, not tonight.

-I need you to go.
-I want Sean to meet me ma!

Not tonight.
Take Sean and go home now.

-But I--
-Sean can meet your ma

some other time, okay?
Go home. Now!

String us away, lad!
String it away!

Quite a crowd.

Aye.

And your partners in crime?

You said no funny business.

They're around, be sure of it.

Now just produce the fucker
like you said

and you can get back
to your music.

We'll meet out back
where we can hear ourselves.

You move from that fucking spot

and I promise you,
I'll shoot you dead.

All right, it was me.

Don't you love
how a song can just

fill your heart with joy?

Huh?

The music.

Makes you want to just grab
one of the nearest young dolls

and kiss the face clean off her.

-This how you cunts court?
-How am I doing?

Aren't I a bit ripe
for your tongue?

Ah.

I'd target any woman
who's up for it

Doireann.

Grateful for
your charity, Finbar.

But a saint's gotta be
a sinner first, don't he?

-This him?
-Calm down.

-I told you, it was me.
-Of course, it's me.

Now, why don't we all
go out back and--

Oh!

Get down! Get down!

Fuck!

Run! Run!

Fuck!

Hurry up!

Oh, fuck!

That's mine, you bastard.

The dumb bitch, she shot me!

Come on!

Just letting you know I'm
still here, Doireann!

Jesus. Why the fuck
did you come back?

Hasan, stay down!

Stay down!

All your money's in me car.

Guessing you'll get out
to California before me.

Oh

Finbar.

You're looking for him
to save you?

I'm not the one
who needs saving.

I've done what I've done.

And I had my reasons.

And the Lord knows them.

I'll take no judgment from you.

I'm not here to judge.

We've all got our reasons.

Just shoot me.

You're at your end.

Make your peace.

My

My brother.

He's all alone.

I'll make sure you join him.

Those brutes didn't get you.

Rita, I am so sorry--

It's fine, Finbar.

You never asked me
what I did for a living.

Should I have?

It's a shame, nothing grew.

I should have
started it ages ago.

Oh.

No, you keep it.

Maybe somewhere down the road
you'll try again.

Bye, Rita.

You, uh

You take care, yeah?