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It's almost impossible to get thrown out the guards.

Unless you become a public disgrace, they'll tolerate most anything.

Suit yourself.

Hey, is the government American?

Is that so?

Leave it, Jack.

Jack!

Jack, it's the minister.

Jeez, Jack, back off.

-Where's the fire? -Get out!

Have you any idea who you're talking to?

Yeah, you're the gobshite that screwed the nurses.

Praise and pop. I'll have your job.

Do you know what's gonna happen now?

Yeah.

I know exactly what's gonna happen now.

The only thing I was ever good at in my life was finding things.

Now, as an ex-cop, I had to use this skill to make a living.

Would you like to have a chat with him?

Jack, hey, what are you doing?

Hey, Ola, I found your burglar.

But that was last month, and you said -- Call it a finder's fee.

I don't come cheap.

Oh.

Sirs.

Thought you were -- Gone?

Yep.

Super had me write a letter.

He wants that coat back.

Does he know? Too bad.

Once a guard, always a guard.

To be a finder requires patience and pig stubbornness.

The latter is my strongest point.

Ah, Jack, I know your father.

Penny. Penny Taylor.

Man of subtlety and taste, is he not?

He had his moments.

One deduces from the use of the past tense

that he's no longer with us or worse.

In England.

Dead. He's dead.

Why, I am indebted to you, young Taylor.

It has been many a mile since I was offered a fellow pilgrim's hankie.

What's your pity? Perhaps.

No, no, no. You keep it.

There's no need to get notions.

Just because you're famous.

Jack, for the times.

Thank you.

Sutton.

My old drinking buddy back in town.

Hygiene's coming, no doubt.

Jack! Jack Taylor!

Amigo, Sutton, you bollocks.

Stealing my image, you bad bastard.

Steal my soul, why don't you?

Hey, some of us are gonna make a living.

I'm an artist.

This artist, more like.

Yeah.

Shall we?

They're coming to take you away, ha ha.

Sorry for phishing personnel only.

This way, lads.

Right it, Jack. I don't want you anymore.

It's the same spot, isn't it?

Yeah, right here, the last car of the spot.

Shocking what the kids are getting into.

It's the drugs.

Come on, clear the way now.

So, what is it with Galway?

Something in the water?

There's four girls in the river in as many months.

No doubt Clancy's on the case.

What were these people like?

Everybody back, please.

Everybody back, please.

They say that Galway is the graveyard of ambition,

but these girls haven't lived long enough to realize the agony.

You miss it, Jack?

What?

The guards.

I don't know.

I miss the paratroopers.

I miss the killing.

As an entrepreneur and a collector,

let me stress that we should not forget the symbiotic relationship

between the business community and the art world.

Creativity needs feeding.

Business needs inspiration.

I declare this superb exhibition open.

Cheers.

Kind people of Galway, thank you for your support

and, more particularly, for purchasing some of my work.

You may have noticed that one of the paintings,

the one in the window there, is not for sale.

I could never sell that painting because it's of my

very precious friend, Jack Taylor.

I'd also like to thank my good friend and patron

for his great taste in promoting my work,

our local tycoon, Trevor Lampert.

Lampert, why are you dipping your toes in his dirty water?

Come on, I'm an impoverished artist.

Michelangelo had the Pope, and I've got in.

So, you're painting the ceiling, too, then?

Impoverished.

Yeah. Poverty is relative.

Please, would you sign it?

Oh, I most certainly will.

Tell me, you're gonna take your coat off at the dance.

Maybe. How would I dance otherwise?

Ah, Jesus, Jack, we're here to drink.

Well, let's go back to the pub, then.

No, no, no, no, no. I miss the ambience.

Anyway, you're more predictable when you're drunk.

Sutton at his worst is better than most people at their best.

And now, typical.

All over you, intense, and then gone into the night.

Sometimes for years.

Let go, you prick!

Ah! Ah! Get off me!

He wanted me to give him a blowjob for 20 euros.

So, not a killer, just a regular slimeball hand.

Sarge, you're Sergeant Taylor.

Yeah, and you're the new guard.

Kate, isn't it?

You were on the way in while I was on the way out.

I can't swim!

Neither can I!

Shouldn't be, yeah.

Now you're off duty.

Just ask them to rescue the drowning rat.

I can't have help! I can't swim!

Hey!

Father Kate Lula, there's a man gone in the river.

I need urgent assistance.

Okay. Okay, thanks.

They're all away.

Sarge?

Jack. It's Jack.

Look, I'm not chicken or anything.

Would you mind walking me home?

Oh. Oh.

Kate, come on.

Yeah, thanks.

The gun! The dog!

Where are you going?

Drink?

Yeah.

See, I volunteered for the night patrol.

Well, volunteered.

I did it off my own bat.

Stubborn. It's admirable in a guard.

I couldn't bear to see any more girls being pulled out of the river.

Suicide City, eh?

So, tell me, what's going on here?

Well, all the girls were drunk,

and the postmortems found drugs, speed, ecstasy, the usual stuff.

But the girls died from drowning.

They had an attraction of water.

Poor girls, there's quite a number.

Bit of a coincidence they all ended up at Nimmo's Pier, no?

You think it's some psycho?

I don't know.

Well, if they were suicides,

they must've been in hell to jump.

Life is sad. Life is a bust.

All you can do is do what you must.

Dylan, blood on the tracks, 1974.

Eh? You're good.

Fame at last.

Look, once a guard.

Infamous, more like.

Terrible about that, poor girl.

Have they identified her yet?

Don't ask me. I was once a guard, remember?

Don't get lippy with me.

Come on, Jack. Everyone's talking about it.

You can tell me.

Tell a woman. Isn't that it, Mrs. Bailey?

Old school of Galway charm.

My landlady, its best example.

Took me in when I'd know where to go.

She and Sean, the only ones to make a man feel he might still have a chance.

Hey, Sean, how you keeping?

Ah, Jack, I'm an old croc.

You need a seaweed bath.

I need a miracle sun.

Will you ever retire?

Will you ever stop drinking?

What are they doing here? This is my office.

They have their own keys.

- Here is the dog. - Jeez.

I want the whole dog.

Have you seen this?

This arrived yesterday.

Hand-delivered.

What does it say?

"In pursuance of our recent communication

and in regards to item 8234,

regulation, government-issue, all-weather codes.

We trust in the speedy return of said item."

Sensible shoes, but not overly so.

Pretty, well-manicured, but not overly so.

Only one conclusion.

Out of your zone, son.

- Do I know you? - I know you.

I have somebody else I need to apologize to.

Jack Taylor.

Anne Hennessy.

I need someone to help me.

How did you find me?

- You're famous. - Yeah.

Come and have a seat.

I'm looking for my daughter, Sarah.

She said she was on her way to Galway,

and at first she used to call me every few days.

And then the calls dried up.

Sounds like a teenager.

If you're worried, go to the guards, why don't you?

If you want help, go to the guards.

I was thinking of someone searching her out privately.

A private eye.

She's my only daughter.

I'm worried.

I just want to know that she's all right, you know.

Can you help me?

An address?

She was traveling.

A job?

Bars, restaurants.

She's only 18.

Yeah.

This is the edge of Europe.

There's nowhere left to go.

Some of them put down roots, and some of them disappear.

It happens.

They made up their mind, and nothing we do will stop them.

You're saving to go to America this summer.

I can't promise anything.

Why are you a drunk?

Why do you want a drunk to help you?

They say you're good because you've nothing else in your life.

I've left my number.

There are no private eyes in Ireland.

It's too close to being an informer, a dodgy concept.

Maybe Anne Hennessy was out of my mind.

Maybe Anne Hennessy was out of my zone.

But it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks.

She got my juices going.

Take one of these.

Keep your eyes open.

Take one of these.

Thanks.

Take one of these.

Parekh, I got lucky.

God bless you, sir.

Move on.

Ah, yes, sir. Come on. Move.

Jumped up and got shanked.

There's a pugnicious streak in you.

Ah, there used to be one.

A dog shank?

Hello, uh, can you help me?

Have you seen this girl?

Who's asking?

Excuse me.

Can you help me, uh... I'm looking for this girl.

Come on, I haven't seen her. I'm sorry.

I'm not a cop.

Yeah, right.

And I suppose she's not missing either.

Good night.

Here you go.

How you doing?

Sarah.

Hey, Sarah.

Oh, yeah. No, I'm sorry.

I-I taught you were someone else. I... Yes, sir.

It's a bad line, I'm sorry.

You still drinking?

We're still smoking.

Me and Bette Davis.

She's dead.

My point exactly.

Been to mass.

Your mother would have liked that.

My mother has nothing to do with it.

Tanks me to Jesus.

No, no, son.

She does worry about you.

Mind your lip.

God wouldn't like that.

God has nothing to do with it either.

You never had a bit of reverence.

Oh, I do?

I just don't revere the things that you do.

Don't tell me they've taken you back on.

No, no, I'm helping a friend.

Not one of our lost sheep.

I'm sure of it.

Where's the church on suicide these days?

Thinking of leaving us, are you, Jack?

Is it still the "can't be buried in hallowed ground" stance, eh?

Ah, you're very much out of touch.

Is that an answer?

No, that's a sad fact.

So what's your favorite poison?

Slimline, G&T, or sex on the rocks?

You know it's illegal, grandad.

We're underage.

Yeah, pull the other one.

This is Galway, drinking capital of Ireland.

Show me your ID.

What are you, a cop or something?

Uh-huh.

Do you recognize her?

No, no.

No?

Tell me, where do you underage girls

earn the cash to keep you in the style to which you're accustomed?

Planters?

Support your local economy?

They take everyone, even if you're not 16.

What's that?

That's Lucy.

Mm-hmm.

She died.

We're making the scrapbook for her memorial.

It's awful what she did.

Shut up, Shona.

She didn't kill herself.

She just fell in.

You know, if you are a cop, and if you

are any good at your job, you'd do something about it.

May I?

Thanks.

Blandy, if I were you, I'd save in the battle of bleach.

You'd be better looking as a brunette.

Get off, you big perv.

How dare you?

The eyebrows are a giveaway.

Adios.

Hey, what do you want?

Hey, I want to see Mr. Planter.

And there was me thinking that was some mythical creature like Ronald McDonald.

The owner.

Mr. Ford is the manager, but they're not hiring right now.

It takes one to know one.

I need the work.

Go on, then.

Because of my previous career, it was believed I had an inside track.

No, I hit Loki and found resolutions.

But a minor reputation began to build, and most important of all, I was cheap.

Thanks for seeing me.

I'm Jack Taylor.

You say that name as if it means something.

It means zero to me.

I'm investigating a missing person, Sarah Hennessey.

Are you a policeman?

No.

Any official standing?

Zero.

So I have no obligation to talk to you, then?

Ah, save common decency.

Ah, now I have it.

I saw you on the paper.

Once a guard, right?

So there's no good reason not to kick your sorry little ass out of here.

She's an ominous girl.

Sarah Hennessey?

I very much thought of this.

John, get in here now.

That's impressive.

What, need to come?

You know, that you remembered her name.

Perhaps you're more familiar with this one.

Take him out of here, John, before you call the guards.

Thanks, pal.

Nice one.

The guards.

In Ireland, they say, if you want help, go to the guards.

If you don't want help, go to the guards.

There's a school of thought that says you should never go back.

Yeah, well, you must have failed the exam.

You were always so polite when I was your superior.

I want to see Clancy.

Yeah, so the superintendent wants to see you.

Superintendent?

Motion.

Jack Taylor here to see you.

OK.

Interview room C.

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Sergeant, Inspector, super.

See your minister got sacked.

And there's Lampert, Galway's finest.

Friends in high places.

Demotion, promotion.

You get promoted, and I get sacked.

You're a hothead, Jack.

A good cop, a bit flaky, unpredictable.

I prefer to call it risk-taking, and I don't lick ass.

So what can I do you for?

Well, her name's Sarah Hennessy.

I was wondering if you might tell me whether she's on any of your files.

And why might that be?

I'm looking for her mother.

Oh, don't tell me you've turned into some half-arse gumshoe.

What?

Leeching off some poor mother's grief

to fill the hole in your own miserable existence.

Has this young one committed any crime?

Not that I know of.

Is there any reason to believe she disappeared in mysterious circumstances?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Then there's no reason we should be interested, is there?

You could maybe just run her name through the system.

What?

For old times' sake.

Oh, I forgot.

I know you want for the minister, don't I?

At least you did the right thing, handing in your notice.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, Superintendent.

Oh, Jack.

By any chance, is that a regulation guard to issue all-weather code?

Hey, Kate, can you help me out?

Run those suicides through the computer.

See if they work to planters.

Not here, Jack.

OK, I'll be in the Russian dove pub tomorrow night.

Don't fret.

I won't take the canal path.

Well, they say if you fall off a horse, you should get right back on.

The fatal attraction of water.

In all my time in the guards, I'd never known two

suicides to finish up in exactly the same place.

Get his hand.

Keep your nose out of other people's business.

Buy your own shifts next time.

Something.

Something.

Yucky?

Jesus Christ, what happened to you?

You can't take me.

I was with you for a second.

Hey.

Hey.

This is my fault. Because of Sarah.

Maybe.

I've been asking around.

Don't encourage her.

I was paying her to stop.

I have to tell you, things are not looking good.

I read that there have been four suicides in Galway in the past few months, Jack.

So afraid.

I'm sorry, Anne, but all my efforts to date have drawn a blank.

Is it possible that Sarah used another name?

Her father's.

Impossible.

Her father walked out on us before she was born.

Look, I don't want to worry you and Julie,

but something's going on in one of the factories in town.

I need to get out their employment files, and I need you to help me.

Sarah's diaries, notebooks, anything, OK?

Of course.

She just wanted to get away.

Once she left the boarding school, she couldn't settle.

She took everything from her last known address.

You must have pissed off someone big time.

That's what I do.

Anyone call the guards?

They were the guards.

You're caught in the hole.

I saw their shoes at closer range than I wanted.

Hi, Anne.

No, no, no news.

Sure.

Yeah, that sounds cool.

Hey, Jack.

You're around, I think.

Eh?

As usual.

Double, Sean.

Sometime before Lent.

This dump must be even more miserable when you're not drinking.

Why'd you patronize the sour bastard?

Sean, he's my father, confessor.

What about me, amigo?

You're the reason I need one.

I'm always there for you, my friend.

It's here if you want it.

Well, if that's the case, you can do me a favor.

I need a lift.

Get a taxi.

I need your help to frighten those heavies.

Tomorrow, OK?

Well, that's different then.

Might there be a chance for some Bruce Lee, some high kicks?

The G Hotel, the last temple built before the bubble burst.

I wonder why the feckers called it G. G for going, grandiose, greedy, or gay.

Good evening, sir.

Will you be staying with us tonight then?

If I get lucky.

Oh.

Jack.

Have a nice evening.

See you later then.

Oh, so you kick with the other foot, Jack.

Guard Taylor.

Certainly captures your spirit.

Who's the artist?

A friend of yours?

My nemesis.

Don't ask.

Did you pose for him?

I'm not a poser.

Me and him, we go back a long way.

Really?

You must know him very well.

Sometimes I think I do, sometimes not.

A painting's not my thing.

The books.

Would you like-- Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh, light a penny candle from a star.

And if there's gonna be a life here after,

and somehow I'm sure there's gonna be, I will ask my God to let me make my heaven.

What a super voice.

In that dear old land across the Irish Sea.

Thank you.

Did I draw into the sombrellas?

We'll be back in a moment.

Kate, you were a mighty young one.

You're wasting the guys.

Chris.

You have to think about dumping that coat.

Yeah.

New friend?

Uh, work, actually.

She's the mother of the missing girl.

She must have had her all for you.

Come on.

I'm going to head this town.

I'm going to make it some land.

I got my blue shoes on, don't know what to do.

I'm going to do this thing in this crazy world.

Your hunch was right.

Three of the girls over the past few months

were part-time appliances after school just a few hours.

For the little shit.

And it runs there, honestly, through the employment databases.

Yeah, and?

There's nobody from Dublin of that name and age

showing any tax records or insurance contributions.

Maybe working under a false name or off the books.

Did you try the educational list?

Will do, sir.

Oh, if she did jump in the river, she would have been swept out to sea.

Very unlikely that it all ended up at Nimmo's Pier.

I'm on standby.

You're a devil for punishment.

Go ahead.

I'll be right there.

That girl's been missing for two weeks.

No, Jack, she's not Sarah Hennessy.

They found her parents, and I have to break the news.

Miss been in the guard, Sarge?

Ask if she ever worked at planters.

Typical.

I'll get you to hold my hand, and guess what?

No feeling.

Anne, you seemed far too nice to have your daughter run away in you.

Why did she?

I don't know.

I'm trying to understand her.

Didn't we all want to get away at that age?

Leave Ireland?

Even now, how do you think I ended up in Kosovo?

Kosovo?

Doing what?

Running an orphanage.

Orphanage?

Displaced kids.

Did I not say that was my job?

When Sarah went to boarding school in Dublin at 15, it was my time.

Working in the orphanage and giving all that

attention to those kids, and leaving Sarah like that.

God, I feel so guilty.

We'll find her, I promise.

Thanks, Jack.

Have you a family?

My mother's alive.

Father's dead.

Younger brother died too.

How?

Drink.

We try to keep it in the family.

Did you ever love someone?

I was a woman when I was in the guards.

She made me feel I was more than I was.

It was a good feeling.

I screwed it up, though.

Why?

It's what I do best.

That's no answer.

I could say it was the booze, but that's not true.

There's a self-disrupt what I mean.

Keep returning to her.

I've got the green cab you ordered.

So what's with you, then?

Me?

Yeah, you've got a bit of a shit-eating pin going on there.

Do I?

Like the cab who got the cream.

I get it.

You got laid, didn't you, you dirty dog?

You did, didn't you?

I'm not lucky.

Good man, Taylor.

Who was it, the rock chick?

What's her face?

Nope.

Come on, don't make me do the 100 guesses trip.

Well, did you just get a hooker?

The missing girl's mother.

Well, that wasn't very bright, Jack.

Probably a three-bed semi with the kids upstairs.

Oh, lap of luxury, the G Hotel.

Whoa, wow.

Fair play to you, Jack.

Fair play to you.

How's he closing?

There he is.

We're on our way.

But to where?

Your call.

Hello.

Now then, Mr. Ford.

What do you want, Taylor?

We heard you'd vacancies for security stuff, and you'd love to employ your ID.

Brenda, just in time for the show.

What the fuck's this?

What's this all about, Ford?

It's no secret.

I want to watch workers working.

And what?

You pick out the ones you want to play with?

They're not children.

And when you're through, some of them

go for a long, deep swim in the ocean, don't they, Ford?

What?

For the fucking life you lost to him.

Leave him, Sutton.

Leave him.

Sutton.

Run, rabbit, run.

Jack, throw up stairs.

There he is.

Come in.

Go easy, Sutton.

Run, come on.

Where are you?

What?

The fucker's gone.

Hey, don't look at me.

It was an accident.

He said, not me horse.

If he hadn't run him like that-- oh, fuck.

Eat this like a hole in the head.

Don't string us from our height.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Fuck you, Sutton.

Clean off.

Jack, listen.

It was an accident.

Plus, how big a loss is he?

Guy was garbage.

Rolled the pedal off without it.

Yeah.

I'll see you.

You're in here without a warrant.

Jesus, Jack.

Since when did the super need a warrant card these days?

You could be a subversive.

Or a drug dealer.

Or a drug dealing subversive.

What are you looking for?

This for a start.

Always one for the films, Jack.

The old classics.

I'm looking for a few films myself.

Surveillance films, Jack.

Might be instrumental in proving a death was a tragic accident.

Or maybe a murder.

Very concerned, aren't we?

Friend of yours.

On the golf course, perhaps.

Mr. Ford went, it seems, for a job.

Very upsetting.

One of those do-it-yourself deaths.

Just like those girls who have Gardicade noon and checking on the computer.

Well, Kate's a good cop.

Oh, she is, Jack.

A good cop.

An officer for the future.

Not like us old hands.

I don't want her involved in anything that would be detrimental to her career.

Sarah Hennessy.

Apparently she's never passed an exam here.

Well, she did her leaving, Sarah, to that posh boarding school in Dublin.

Well, I checked the whole country.

She never registered in any school.

So either Sarah Hennessy's been wiped out of existence, or--

Are you saying she never existed in the first place?

No.

No, you must have hit the wrong button.

Keep trying.

Lanvers.

Uh, Elliot.

Lanvers.

He is Lanvers.

Jack!

Sultan, Ford was getting those girls for someone else.

We've got to meet.

You do?

Why are you following me?

I'm just worried.

You wouldn't take any of my calls.

I was worried about you.

Look, uh, about the investigation-- You need money.

I have more.

I don't need money.

But if it happens that Sarah can't be found--

That she turns up in the water?

I'm prepared for that.

How could a mother be prepared for that?

It's above the root, not the weed.

Planter, lamper-- so simple.

You watch camp down here.

Gates are open.

You shouldn't be involved.

What about Ford?

I might be not involved.

Fucking exactly.

So why would Ford have the keys to Lampert's house?

If they are--

Bingo.

Three of your paintings in the hall?

Well, at least he's got good days.

Check this one here.

What about upstairs?

This is upstairs.

You've been here before, delivering paintings.

Something.

Looks like the same as Ford had.

Shh.

There's no DVD player.

There's a computer.

Try this one.

The writing's different.

What if he comes back now?

You can serve the popcorn.

No.

No.

No.

Come on.

My god.

Just lie still.

There now.

That's meant to be.

I'd love to get hold of this sick shit and rip into pieces bit by bit.

Jack.

We found the weed and the root.

But you hand this in, they'll arrest you or even worse.

No.

We leave the place as we found it.

So will you call the guards?

No.

Not yet.

The fucker's too well connected.

I need to stay below the radar till I find out what he's done to Sarah.

Fuck.

Take the back door.

I'll handle it.

Son of a--

Careful.

Come on.

Oh, there you are.

I was trying to back.

Zach, what are you doing here?

Are we not going to deal?

You want more money?

You're at it again, aren't you?

I know what you're doing, you bastard.

About bloody time.

That was easy.

What did you say to him?

Sold him a painting.

2,000 euros.

Quit the fucking joke, son.

If he does a runner-- Too paranoid, man.

Chill out.

Any time to think?

You wouldn't be thinking of selling me out now, would you, Jack?

What?

Because that wouldn't make me very happy.

Me and you, we're tied together, yeah?

You might not be able to keep quiet about Ford.

That's my attack.

Get some sleep.

I will, Jack.

And you get some focus.

What do you think you're sodding?

He wants to lock him up.

Thanks, Sean.

An unbiased opinion is more than I could have dreamed of.

You know, that fella's going straight to hell.

And he'll bring as many as he can with him.

Would you say I'd be capable of selling out a friend?

Well, you used to be a guard.

Well, now, time, gentlemen, please.

Time for my constitutional.

Come on, let yourselves out.

Good evening, sir.

Someday they'll go for your product, and sometimes they'll look like good ones.

Here we are.

Give us a hand off this.

There we go.

Good luck.

Good evening.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Where's Sean?

Sean Grogan?

Hey.

Hey, I don't think that's a good idea.

Do I know you?

No.

Then how the hell would you know?

Are you Jack?

Uh-huh.

He asked for you.

We couldn't save him.

Looks like it was a hit and run.

Probably a drunk driver.

Prepare yourself.

I gave you this sweater for Christmas.

I find the bastards that did this to you.

Relax, Jack.

You're safe.

Father, Mary, what?

Where?

You're at your mother's.

Oh, Jesus, no.

Don't take the Lord's name in vain.

How long was I home?

It's Sunday.

Not the last weekend.

Is it, Jack?

You live in here?

What?

Don't be an idiot.

Your mother called me.

Shit.

Mind that tongue, laddie.

I won't abide by Carson.

Oh, sue me.

Oh, Jesus.

These are my fathers.

May he rest in peace.

Though I fear he'd turn his grave at your antics.

You have come to nothing like your father.

With that vote of confidence, ma, it's no wonder I drink.

How the mighty have fallen.

You're still working as a private.

I am.

And you're looking into some girl's suicide.

How do you know?

Oh, Father Malachy.

The whole town knows about it.

Though God knows how you find the time between drinking.

Well, uh, thanks for, uh, you know.

Well, it would be a queer thing if you couldn't come to your own home.

This was never home.

How come no matter how long since you've seen the

family, or how much distance you put between you,

they can always push your buttons?

Answer, because they installed them.

My father used to say, your mother means well.

She didn't.

Not then, not ever.

Hi, Jack.

Where have you been?

I've been out of action for a few days.

You get the bastard who killed Sean?

No.

There were no witnesses.

And Jack, you missed the funeral.

Jack?

Jack, you still there?

Yeah.

The Grogan case is closed.

We better things be doing than chasing a hit and run.

Yeah, sure.

Like pedophiles.

And face it, there's no more missing girls, no more suicides.

Stop sticking your nose in Taylor.

You're not wanted.

And what's with the greedy mother?

Has she left you too?

You loser.

Most likely, Lampert, fearing we were onto him, had flown the coop.

Had he taken Sarah?

Had he dumped her?

Had Anne heard anything?

What else had I missed on my last weekend?

How could a mother be prepared for that?

Henderson?

You following me?

You betcha.

You're looking rough, Jackie.

Under the weather?

It'll help with the shock.

I won't get in.

You really loved the old codger, didn't you?

Hey, I got a surprise for you.

I'm not in the mood, Sutton.

Trust me, you're going to like this.

Welcome to my kingdom.

If a man cries out in the forest and nobody hears him, is he really crying out?

Does anybody know your sacrifice, Jack?

Only yourself?

Tell me, when I was drunk, did I understand you and your fucking philosophy?

My art is my philosophy.

Hence, my latest exhibit is something of a departure.

In fact, it's an installation.

And what's the point of having a secret if you can't tell anyone?

Hello?

Lampert?

Barter's gone and died on me.

Took the easy way out.

You call that easy?

I was keeping him alive for you, Jackie.

I thought you might want to finish the fucker off.

When I was going to crucify him back, it's been done.

He's admitted it all.

Put the girls in the bath, the works, drowned them.

Did he mention Sarah Hennessy?

No.

No, he didn't.

What do you prefer?

Justice recalled it or hung in Connemara?

He begged me to kill him, but I was saving him for you.

Me?

You promised to tear him to pieces.

I didn't mean literally, you sick bastard.

Hey, we've got to get rid of the money.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm a fucking god.

God?

No, you're not.

Because I've been fascinated by something's darkness,

I'd let a whole series of signposts slide by me.

Jack.

So you're going to join him then?

Him?

Something, you and something.

There's no such person as Anne Hennessy, ding.

There's no daughter, ding.

Am I getting a tune here?

I'm sorry, Jack, but I had to flush him out.

You what?

I saw this.

I knew he was somewhere in the West.

I recognized his style, and then I saw his picture of you.

Anne, the truth.

He was a UN paratrooper in charge of our sector,

and he brokered a deal to move my children from the bombing zone to a place of safety.

And Sarah, just a lie.

My assistant was called Sarah.

Young, beautiful, the whole of her life in front of her,

like the daughter I never had.

He would not let me go with the children, said it was too dangerous.

Sarah went in my place, and I never saw them again.

And I didn't know if the rebels--

they were in my care, and I trusted him.

And then nothing.

I heard rumors.

Infertile couples in America.

$10,000 for a child.

And then I saw the pictures on television,

of Sarah dead along the road.

I didn't know if he'd been killed too

or if he had sold them.

I felt so gutted.

Wanted to drink so ferociously I could taste the whiskey in my mouth.

Oi, is this your vehicle?

Hey!

Not now, Clancy.

I might owe you an apology.

Might?

Suicides.

Seems you're onto something.

A new super.

Now, you're onto something like the whereabouts of Lampert, huh?

He's long gone.

Bit of money buys you a lot of clout.

Not for a barman.

A cowardly hit-and-run merits no attention.

Don't become a nuisance, Jack.

And make sure you hand in that coat.

You have a rare gift, my friend.

Do I?

The guy I always liked about you, you were

never one to pry into another man's affairs,

even when you were in the guards.

Always respected a man's privacy.

Like Sean, he always made sure I was right for the day.

He did.

The saint among publicans.

Sean.

Yeah, I used to meet him most mornings, some evenings.

I always look out for my people, the good people.

He's gone now.

I knew that as soon as the van hit him.

Then?

Aye.

This is for our brother, Sean Grogan.

That's for the bastard who murdered him.

What are you talking about, Boring?

Murder.

That Connemara van plowed straight through him like the very size of the Grim Reaper.

Connemara?

From the bogs of Connemara.

Tell me, Boring.

I saw the muck of the mountains of my own childhood man.

I'm a pisshead, I know.

But I am not blind.

I saw it all.

Green?

Was it green?

Aye.

Anne?

Where is she?

She went down for some other fare.

I seemed to be in an awful hurry, just like yourself.

Whoa, put that down or I'll call the guards.

Yeah, you do that.

Tell Superintendent Clancy to meet Jack Taylor down to the docks.

Tell him I found the killer.

Where is she, Sultan?

I know what happened in Kosovo.

Ah, the poor little children.

You believe all that shit?

Yes, I do.

That's how the world is.

It's a damn shame some of them kids went astray,

but how many others do you think are saved?

I don't care.

Yeah, you do.

You care about justice and balance, right and wrong.

You're a cop.

Just let Anne off the ball.

She's where she wants to be, man.

And you're not going to hurt me, my friend.

OK, I got that wrong.

Just open the hatch or the next one's in your heart.

He wants you out.

Get off the boat, both of you.

You see who we know, huh?

I'm a soldier.

I don't kill children.

How long have you known Lampard?

We met in Kosovo.

He was an arms dealer.

I knew he was into little girls.

Quite simple.

Blackmail.

We had an understanding.

I painted, kept my mouth shut.

He bought my work.

But then he started killing in Galway.

And now he's dead.

He went too far.

But you milked him.

What else did you do?

You called the cavalry on me.

I never killed a child or anyone who didn't deserve it.

Sean, you killed Sean.

Yeah.

You're a better detective than I thought.

I had to kill your confessor for both of our sakes.

I told him nothing.

But I did.

I was pissed. I was trying to get a rise out of him.

I told him about Ford.

Sean wouldn't have said anything.

He hated me.

One day he had to make that call.

Adios.

My good, good friend.

Give me the gun now.

Why don't you just do that?

Hey, hey, hey.

It's not how it looks, Francie.

Never is with you, Jack.

You were never here.

Go on. Get out of my sight.

I'm sorry, Jack.

In reality, time doesn't pass.

We pass.

I think that's one of the saddest things I ever learned.

And God knows,

anything I have learned has been the hard way.

A decision on the planning will be made.

Former Garda Jack Taylor

has come forward to allege that Mr. Trevor Lampert,

a prominent Irish businessman,

was the first member of--

Fame at last.

I like having you here.

You're a good man.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Of course you don't.

That's part of your goodness.

I'd say you were a fine thing when you were young.

Uh, Jack, great news.

I give up smoking.

And I gave up drinking.