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for the 21:15 intercity service

to Liverpool, calling at Watford Junction, Rugby,

and Crewe, The 21:25 Irish Rail InterCity service to Holyhead--

Whiskey.

Irish, please.

You can tell him that's the last.

Crewe, Chester, [inaudible], Bangor,

and Holyhead connecting with the 0315

Sealink sailing to Dunleary.

I knew he'd come back one day.

Not to me, but to Ireland.

I dreaded it.

He always brought trouble.

He wanted to change.

Every time was the last time.

There were so many last times.

He couldn't change.

Money-- he was very good about that.

Always made sure we had enough.

I never touched it.

I used it for the girls.

I never took a penny for myself.

He came and went, like a thief.

He took his shotgun.

It was the last thing of his left in the house.

And when I saw it gone, I thought, thanks be to God.

It's finished.

I've seen the last of him.

- Mr. McNeal.- Hello, Joe.

How's everything going?

Very well.

One small problem, nothing serious.

Good.

I don't want to get hung up on this.

I've got to be in Paris by Friday at the latest.

They're with us.

Ryan and Casey.

Is everything set?

Saturday at the airport, as Father Cressy leaves for Paris.

Is that our only chance to hit him?

Yes.

Special Branch will have him hidden until then.

Hmm.

Thank god for Connor.

He says he's retired.

Retired?

Doesn't he know you're still working for me?

Yes.

But he said the London hit was his last one.

He doesn't want to know anymore.

Is he still living around here?

In the west.

I'll go talk to him.

He means it, Mr. McNeal.

No more.

He'll do it for me, Joe.

Two whiskies, please.

Hello, John.

Hello, Mr. McNeal.

Take a seat.

It's been a while.

Hmm.

To old times.

Did your man contact you yet?

You've retired.

Right.

Now, come off it, John.

Men like us don't retire.

Don't they?

No, we stay in the action.

We stay alive.

You've been in the woods too long.

Good for you to get back to work.

What do you use for money up here?

I have enough.

I'll pay you $40,000 for this.

And you can enjoy yourself.

Don't need it.

Hmm.

Must be tough on that wife of yours raising

two kids all on her own like that.

She's all right.

They're taken care of.

Look, one more job.

And that's it.

I need the best.

Get someone else.

You're the man.

Not anymore.

I saw Louis a while back.

How is-- how's-- how's he doing?

Good.

Neddy Caine get him a contract in South Yemen.

All the action he can handle.

He's still crazy.

He'll never quit.

He can't.

Well, the best men don't.

The best men don't stop,John, especially not you.

Hmm.

You more than any of us.

Look, take a couple of days, get yourself ready.

Then come on over to Dublin.

We'll go to work.

It's finished.

I got a commitment here, John.

Not mine.

I'd say it was.

How?

You've forgotten it was me who pulled you off the skids

after your wife kicked you out?

If I hadn't put you back to work,

you'd have skidded your way all the way into the grave.

You needed me behind the gun.

And I gave you value for money, for the best.

You owe me this one, John.

Mr. McNeal, I don't want to see you again

in this neighborhood where I live.

I don't owe you a damn thing.

Are you sure?

"Dear Daddy, we both send lots of love from America.

We miss you and Mom very much."

The children loved him.

He never got too close to them.

He always kept his distance.

He felt awkward when the girls were around.

He never knew what to say to them.

But he kept in touch.

Whether that was love or guilt, who knows.

What do you think, sir?

It's OK.

Any luck?

Like I said, Joe, he'll do it.

Is Connor's family still around?

Well, the kids are in the States,

but the wife's still here.

We'd better let our friend know about that.

Good morning, Mrs. Connor.

Hello.

How are you, Casey?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

How are you?

You all right?

I'm fine.

How are you?

I have a message from the man.

What's the word?

There's something that has to be done.

What has to be done?

The job.

How is she?

Well, she's allright at the moment.

What do I have to do?

See Mr. McNeal.

He says it's urgent.

May I change?

Be our guest.

Anything you say.

What does this mean?

That means you're here and you're gonna do the job.

The target in this escort will come out of this door

here, then walk to the aircraft.

No more than 30 yards.

That'll give us 15seconds to hit him.

The firing position will be in this warehouse here.

The range is justover 600 yards.

It'll have to be quite a shot.

What do you think?

He's right.

Can you do it?

Yes.

Good.

Now what about the rifle?

[inaudible] 7.62.

Well?

- No.- Why?

Not my weapon.

You've used 'em before.

Not at that range.

What do you want?

I'll use the old-fashioned one.

That'swhat I thought.

I'll need workshop facilities to tune it up

and to fix a new scope.

For how long?

Couple of hours.

OK, no problem.

The scope I want is a Slight 6 power.

Ryan?

I think we can get one.

Good.

Anything else?

Yes.

When the scope is fitted, I'll have

to zero it in in open country.

Joe?

I don't like it.

There's no other way.

Well?

OK.

Good.

Now to the target.

That's him.

Father Cressy.

What's on your mind?

Connor.

He worries me.

Oh.

He's set in now.

Is he?

Look, I've known this man for a long time.

He's good.

Now, we gave him a little bit of a push, and he's sore.

Give him a couple of days to think on it.

He'll come around.

Even so, I'llkeep an eye on him.

All right.

Have you got it?

I have.

Show him.

To him.

These are very hard to get.

Where are the mounts?

Oh, just-- just-- just a minute.

Thanks.

Shane, would you move to your right?

Please.

A little more.

Head a little bit.

Hold it.

Back a little bit.

Ah.

Go ahead.

Goodnight.

Thanks.

Guns.

All he ever knew was guns.

His whole family were the same, his father before him.

Why guns?

History, maybe.

But I don't think it was that.

I think it was something deeper with Connor.

He had this fascination.

He was very gentle with them, though.

In a way, he could have been a priest.

I often said that.

Outward at 11 o'clock.

He's still the best.

How do you feel?

How do I look?

Hmm.

Lousy.

That's how I feel.

You're doing theright thing, John.

Family life isn't for us.

Now, you get this job done, and we'll talk again.

There's plenty of action out there.

Hmm.

You'd better get some rest.

Mr. McNeal.

If you want to make that Paris flight,

you'd better be off now.

Ryan's waiting to take you to the airport.

He has your ticket.

Don't worry about Father Cressy.

The job's as good as done.

Now the job in Africa, it's definitely

a commando operation.

I can put 40 men under Hogan.

We'll create more havoc in that area

and those people will never know what hit 'em.

The whole operation should take no more than 12 hours,

including a dash to and from the coast.

If it means we can avoid getting involved

with the national army, fine.

But my superiors wil feel some disquiet

about such a small force.

Remember, monsieur,we're talking about 40

of the most experienced professional soldiers

on the European market.

The idea sounds good, but my superiors

will need more details.

We'll make a complete plan.

How long will it take?

Three days.

Fine.

We'll talk again later.

Good night, Mr. Hogan.

Goodnight.

And what about Father Cressy, Mr. McNeal?

Is everything going ahead in Dublin as planned?

We'll hit him at the airport as he boards a plane.

Isn't that a little late?

It's the only chance we have.

The Irish Special Branch has got him in a vise until then.

Mr. McNeal, if Cressy reaches France,

this entire operation will be jeopardized.

The department must not be connected with this in any way.

He'll never get here.

The man making the hit is the best shot in Europe.

Cressy'll never make the plane.

I hope not, Mr. McNeal.

For all our sakes.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

I think maybe he really did mean to give it up this time.

The look on his face, you know--

he'd have sooner died than go back to the old way.

Standby.

Yes.

Father Cressy, it's just a few minutes now.

Thank you.

Ryan, go up to the next floor and keep a lookout.

Connor.

We're ready.

All right, Father.

Sorry, Father, there isn't time for that.

Won't be long now, Father.

Father Cressy.

Just-- just one more check.

We're all set!

Ryan!

What's going on?

Find Casey.

Get Connor.

I'll phone McNeal in Paris.

Well, we could take a leaf out of the Israeli book,

do an Entebbe.

Yeah.

It's Joe.

Hello, Joe.

The job--

Connor crossed us.

What?

How?

Never mind.

We've still got to get Cressy.

All right.

I'll organize something here.

What about Connor?

I guess he'llmake for his wife's place.

That's where he'd go.

If Ryan calls in, tell him to bury him.

All the way?

All the way.

In the meantime, stay by the phone.

I'll call you later.

I'm in a payphone.

Give me time to get to myplace, then call me there, OK?

And Mr. McNeal, Ryan and Casey are already on their way

to deal with our friend.

Luke, something's come up.

We'll have to leave this for now.

Contact the men that we agreed upon,

and I'll call youin a couple of days.

Sure.

What happened?

The unexpected.

I had your assurance.

These things happen.

This is very awkward.

As I said before, my people cannot

risk being involved in any way.

We can take him here in Paris.

I'm working on it now.

You'll have to get authority.

Be here at 9:00 this evening.

I will give you instructions then.

Right.

You have to go now if you want to be safe.

Will you never stop?

I have stopped.

How many times have I heard that?

Get a suitcase.

Keep the change.

Connor.

Yeah.

Right.

Just stay with him.

Now watch it!

Where does this go?

Up to the railway yard.

Hey.

Underneath.

Clear.

Ah!

Ryan, it's me!

Agh!

Thank you very much.

Bye now.

Oh!

Tell Mr. McNeal that my wife is in a safe place

and that if he wants to see me he knows where to find me.

Ugh!

Did you getrid of Ryan's body?

Good.

Keep Casey hidden for a while.

When are you coming?

In a few days.

I'm taking the slowway for safety.

The wholething sounds like a setup.

Oh, it was a setup, all right.

I'm sending someone over to take care of Connor.

You'll need the best.

The man I'msending is the best.

Look, I'll callyou when I get in.

All right.

I'll leave all thearrangements to you.

OK, Joe.

You get yourself to Ireland now, and take those guys with you.

All right.

Better fix that wound first.

You never came up against Connor, did you?

He's the best.

You'll need those two good men.

His place is in the middle of nowhere.

Rugged countryside, mountains, rocks, forests.

He knows every inch of it like the back of his hand.

And he'll be ready for you.

Don't underestimate him.

Connor will be playing the game he likes best.

He's got all the advantages, except numbers.

But he'll seem like an invisible army--

never where you expect him and always

where you don't want him.

If it ever gets out that Connor double-crossed me,

I'm finished.

So I'm relying on you, Hogan.

Go!

He's out there somewhere.

Well.

Still three to one in our favor.

I thought I was buying the best?

Hey.

Those were two of the best men in the market.

Against Connor, in that country, they didn't have a chance.

He knows every rock on those hills.

I told you that.

You'd need a company to take him up there.

Right, I'll fulfil lthe contract.

I'll go back up, stake out the house.

He'll come down eventually.

Joe.

Make whatever travel arrangements he needs.

Pay him off.

Right.

Who knows about this place?

What?

I want some peopleto know that I'm here.

What kind of people?

People Connor'll talk to.

Now, Connor has Ryan's magnum, right?

Yes.

He can get ammo for it?

I'd say he could.

What can you get for me?

.45?

Good enough.

Come in.

Thank you.

"Mr. Devane rang.

Meet in Dublin,the usual place."

I'm going now, Mr. McNeal.

Did he talk to anybody yet, Joe?

Tonight.

He'll hear soon enough.

Good.

Too bad it went sour this time.

It's the business.

Good luck, Mr. McNeal.

Thanks.

Bye, Joe.

Tommy.

Hello, John.

Sit yourself down.

What'll you have?

Whiskey.

A large [inaudible] will you?

Uh, John, you know Rosie.

Danny Burne's sister.

Oh, Rosie, yes. How are you?

Fine, thanks, John.

- How are you?- All right.

- Have one yourself, love. - Thank you.

What's all this with McNeal, John?

I want to see him.

I'd say he wants to see you.

He was very easy to find.

Listen, uh, maybe you could do with some backup?

I don't think so.

He mightn't come on his own.

It's a private matter, this.

Where is he?

We'd better go now, Tommy. We don't want to be late.

That's all right.

We have a few minutes.

It's a big old house way out in the country.

What's the rush, John?

I'll have to be going, Tom.

Thanks and good luck.

You take care.

Rosie.

Goodbye now, John.

He was single-minded and patient, so patient.

He could do the samething for hours.

But he had his moods.

Furious one minute, gentle the next.

He never knew who he was or who he wanted to be.

He was a wonderful dancer.

That's how we met.

It was a waltz--

no, a foxtrot.

He knew my name.

He had this marvelous gaiety.

After we got married, it all changed.

People used to come for him, always at night,

and he'd go away with them.

He'd be gone for a day ora week, or even longer.

I never knew.

And when he came back, he never spoke of it.

As time went on, he never spoke of anything at all.

He just cleaned his guns and waited.

I used to look at him and say nothing.

I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.

It's been easy so far.

Hasn't it, Connor?

The dummy wire, Connor.

Remember?

Still at work in the Congo.

The smoldering cigar.

Best not to tough it, eh, Connor?

No, Connor.

Only the mirror trick.

Make your choice.

Now where?

Here?

Could be here.

Or there.

Ah!

He never brought me anything but sorrow.

The rain has eased off now, if you want to see the grave.

It's round here under the hill.

Oh, a peaceful place.

That's where hebelongs, in the mountains.

Such a waste of a man.