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(Bell tolls)

(Woman) 'Although I have little tolerance of the Roman persuasion,

'Vlctor never learned bigotry at this knee.'

It's my firm belief that all he really wanted

was to be a mature and responsible member of society,

to be loyal to the Crown, devoted to his mother.

He suffered.

From incomprehension.

He was in paln. He was in pain because of life.

(# Dramatic music from cinema)

'His father, James, was no help in this regard.

'So backward and shy. He'd need to stand up twice to cast a shadow.'

(Man) James, remember that time we found that wee Fenlan girl down the sheds?

Lying there dead with a baby hanging out of her, both of them froze stiff.

You mind Willie Marr, standing there with a shovel in his hand.

Next thing, Willie steps forward with the shovel,

cuts the thlng, the cord, with the blade.

Wee Fenian glrl, 15 or 16. No fucking morals.

'l aln'tso tough.'

Hey, Victor. You wouldn't be out chasing them dirty women, would ya?

(Gasps)

(Yelps of pain)

- Huh? - (Coughing and choking)

(Beating continues)

Well, lads, you reckon you're hard men?

Country's got enemies, Darkie.

So I hear, son. So I hear.

Want to try your luck with this enemy?

Bit of space, lads, bit ofspace.

-You want to put your back into it son. - (Choking cough)

Ivan, Willie Pick the fucker up and hold him against the wall.

Come on, you filthy stinking fucker.

(Whimperlng)

(Screams)

Shhh.

(Whimperlng)

(Panting)

(Choking scream)

(Blood dripping)

(Birdsong)

Shit

Elizabeth? Elizabeth?

(Tyres squeal)

(Man) 'I am he that liveth and was dead.'

- And behold, I am alive... - Oh, Jesus.

..forevermore, amen,

- and have the keys of hell and of death. - (Helicopter overhead)

Thus sayeth the Lord, Revelations chapter one, verse two.

And I say unto the brethren,

hear the words ofthe Lord.

Wlll you be saved

or will you be damned?

'For, on the seventh day,

'he will ralse you up to judgment

'and the righteous shall sit upon his right hand

'and the damned shall be cast into the fire.'

(Phone)

Neversaw anything llke it

Hlm buck naked and cut to ribbons.

You'd think he was put through a bacon slicer.

And his throat-fucking head near fell off when they lifted him.

He looked nearly as bad as you do.

Did you talk to the peelers?

The usual - ''cause of death to be confirmed'' and all that.

You don't have to be Albert Einsteln to know the cause of death.

Man was like a sliced pan.

''Cause of death to be confirmed'', my arse.

They don't wantanybody finding out what happened to him. Ah, well...

-What's that? - Preliminary autopsy report.

How'd you get your mitts on that?

l've got this contact in the Rocal, works at the morgue,

got respect for a member of the press.

The only one in this town who's gotany respect for the press.

(Woman) 'For fuck's sake, look at you.'

Jesus, you can't even stand.

(Scofffs) The big reporter!

The big, ace, shitty, drunk reporter husband.

Yeah. ''Stab wounds on torso and limbs, not fatal.''

''Severed tendon, left hand, not fatal.''

''Knife wound to throat through major arteries, root of tongue severed.''

- Fatal as fuck that one, I'd say. - Give me those.

- Jesus, the root of the tongue? - Good God, the boy's interested.

Llsten, can I write this one up?

Be my guest I wouldn't want to stand in the way of a great journalistic career.

Llsten, I have to go.

- See you fora drink about seven. - Right

(TV announcer) 'The secretary of state has appealed for calm in the province.

'In Portadown, 20 people were treated ln hospital for shock

'after a bomb exploded as security forces were clearing the town centre.

'In Belfast bomb disposal experts are examining several suspect devices

'and in Londonderry, clearing-up operations continue...'

-Well, Ma? - Oh, Victor.

Here's a few pound housekeeping for you, Ma.

You're a good son, do you know that?

Your tea's in the oven.

(TV) 'A man's body has been removed for postmortem...'

I seen you down the city centre watching them preachers.

You'd better mind yourself.

You'll end up saved, so you will.

- Dld you hear something? - Never heard nothing. Must've been a mouse.

- I'll have to put out that trap. - Aye.

(Doorbell)

- I'll go, Ma. - Hurry up, Harry Worth's coming on.

- It's Ivan and Willie, I gotta go out -What about your tea?

- Don't worry. - Don'tget into trouble.

Hey!

(Amerlcan accent) Ain't nobody gonna bother me, dollface.

(Both) Bang

God, Victor.

See the news, Victor? Did you fucking see it?

We're fucking famous. The Famous fucking Five.

''Brutal sectarian killing not claimed by any organisation.''

We're a fucking organisation! The Famous Fucking Five Fuckers organisation.

They never said cut him, though.

Beat to death and all that but they never said cut

They'll say it

- Come on to fuck. - Come on.

Ohl There you are.

- Give us a Bush, will you? - A Bush, sir.

(Chuckles)

Will you look at that palr?

Mllitary Intelllgence.

Mllitary no-brains, more like.

Wouldn't fool your granny.

(Engllsh accent) Quartermaster's ldea of drinking kit.

Sportsjackets -tweed, two. Ties, matching.

Lucy, your headlights are showing.

(Luc Looking right at you, Ivor.

- Any more word on that knife killing? - Hm?

No, not a thing.

Anyway, don't get too excited.

It's the fourth killlng this week. Can't follow up on all of them.

There's something different about this one.

Something different about you.

You still haven't told me what happened last night Hold on, here's Herbie Ferguson.

(Ivor) Herble!

Herbie's CiD, he might give you something lfyou're nice to hlm.

Come herel A moment of your time, O great one.

The man has always time for a humble journallst

-What do you want, Coppinger? - Any word on today's killing?

Ring the press office.

Has the barman gone on his holidays?

- l've nothing to tell you, big fella. - Come on, Herbie.

Poor bastard was walking home, he got lifted,

night-fucking-nighty, sweet dreams.

- Just another one, Coppinger. -Who gives a fuck eh?

l give a fuck.

-What's wrong with that? - It's a crusade!

Hang on a minute. l know you, don't I?

You're Lols Lane, aren't you?

Him and the wife came up from the country a year ago.

- I'm showing him the ropes. - I know the ropes.

Then how come l don't know you?

One, two,

three, four,

five.

It's fucking ten steps, so it lsl

- It's five, you thick bastard. - l'm sick telling you.

A lot of potential there, Darkie.

The fucking Scarlet Plmpernel and his mate? Wlse up, McClure.

You knowwho l mean. The otherone, young Kelly.

Gottalent, so he has, potential.

Just needs developlng.

(Darkie) Well, not by me anyhow.

Come on, McClure, he's a fucking head-the-ball.

Here he ls, Victor Kelly ln the flesh.

Gota leather jacket too - quality.

I know your dreams, Vlctor. They speak to me.

Class, comfort power.

These are the key words.

And here it is.

The ultimate in style and sophistication.

Yes, a 007 for Victor.

A fucking Bond-moblle.

Sunroof, magnesium alloy wheels

and quadraphonic stereo.

Mwahl

Here.

Joy Street.

Take the next right

- Here? - Here.

Palestine Street.

Take the next rlght now.

Aglncourt Avenue.

Fucked if l know how he does it

Did you swallow a map of this place, Vlctor?

Him.

We gotyou, you big bollocks.

Speolal fucking delivery.

This fucker's on the house.

Showtimel

(Man) Outslide, you Fenian fuck.

(# Mud Tiger Fee on jukebox)

(Man) Oh, yesl

(Second man) Go on, lads!

Go on, lads!

(Cheering)

- Hacksaw, you fucking Mick. -What?

(Roaring cheers)

Hacksaw, come round to my place and give the wife one of them kicks.

No problem. Bastard!

(Both yell)

(Man) You fat bastardl (Second man) Pick him up!

What's your name, son?

- (Groans) John. - John fucking who?

John...McGulnness.

Fucking kill the bastard.

Well, Johnny boy,

who can we see through the magic mirror today?

I can see yourfriend Ivan.

- (Jeerlng) - (Man) Go on, Ivan!

And your friend Willie.

(Cheering)

And there's your friend Darkie.

(Clamouring volces

Go on, Darkie!

Come over here.

Fenlan!

Ivan.

You broke my fucking foot!

-There's somethlng hard in there. - (Man) It's his fucking skull.

(# Ruby Murray:. Softly, Softly on jukebox)

# Softly, softly, come to me... #

(Mrs Kelly) 'Victor had an eye forthe women, too.

'He was forever chasing them.

'And I believe that woman Heather had a hand in his destruction.

'To look at her you'd think butter wouldn't melt.

'He said he had a good laugh with her, which is what attracted him.

'I thought, I know what attracted you, son -

lthe big zeppelins she has and the wee girl volce.

'She took advantage of the kindness ln his nature.'

# And say you'll leave me never

# in the warmth of your caress

# My love will live forever and ever#

He had this gift.

He could make you laugh.

Mocking the neighbours

and acting big gangsters that he'd seen in the plctures.

But when it came to behaviour,

he never raised a hand to me in all his born days,

nor would any son who loved his mother.

Though on occasion I put a strap to his backside,

taking no pleasure from it but being driven by grim necessity of duty.

Please...

kill me.

(Groans, chokes)

(Gasplng)

'Police have cordoned off an area ofthe Lisburn Road

'following the discovery of a man's body.

'Reports suggest that the man, James Francis Curran,

'was the victim of the knife attacks

'which have lncreased in frequency in the last few weeks.

'The group, dubbed The Resurrection Men,

'has struck fear into the heart ofa city accustomed to sectarian murder.

'Police appeals are unlikely to yield results

'in the light of the ruthlessness of the gang's methods.

'Pollce sources privately state thatthe killer or killers...'

''..show psychopathic tendencies.''

Llsten to this bit ''Local sources describe the leader of the gang

''as an attractive figure who commands fanatical loyalty from his supporters.''

Can l talk to you?

Do you know how many women I treat for facial injuries and broken ribs?

Do you know what they all say? ''I fell down the stairs.''

You sit there wondering, do they think anybodyy will believe their pathetic explanation?

- I didn't mean... -Then it's my turn.

''Oh, my God, Elizabeth, what happened to your face?''

And I said it I sald I walked into a door.

-There's this look people give you. - I was drunk I'm sorry.

Stop, just stop there. I know what's coming.

It's like l say to these women,

''He'll say he's sorry and he'll even mean it''

And then I say, ''If he does it once, he'll do it again.''

- I'll never do it again. - I could nearly believe you.

I never realised how difficult it would be to take my own advice.

''The minute he hits you, get out and do not go back.''

I can change. I'm working on this story.

''I can change.''

That's one of the things that men in your situation always say.

l love you.

That's the other one.

(# Doble Grey:. The ''in'' Crowd)

# I'm in with the ''in'' crowd

-# I go where the ''in'' crowd goes... # - (Gun clicks repeatedly)

# l'm in with the ''in'' crowd

# And l know what the ''in'' crowd knows # How to have fun

# Anytime of the year, don't you hear?

# How to have fun

# Dressin' fine, makin' time

#We breeze up and down the street

#We get respect from the people we mee

#They make way day or night.. #

Flash bastard.

Thinks the sun, moon and stars shine out of hls fly.

- He looks like a foreigner. - Aye, you could say that.

Supposed to be his dad's a talg.

They say talgs is good at it

- Don't -What?

- Justfucking don't -What are you looking at me like that for?

-What look? -That sort of sad parting look.

That fond farewell look.

That sort of''all the good times we had together'' look.

I haven'ta clue what you're talking about

You going to introduce me to him?

What?

(Tuts Do I have to say everything twice? I said l want to mee him.

Then you can fucking introduce yourself.

#We got our own way of walkin'

#We got our own way of talkin', yeah... #

(Heather) 'He had these big eyes could see right through you.

'That night, Big Ivan and Willie were blocked out ofthelr minds,

'like most of the time, so they hardly knew what they were doing.'

Victor wasn't like that.

He was MrX-Ray with his aftershave and his leather jacket.

New after shave every week.

He wasn't what you'd call a drinker, even cigarettes..

He had this gold Dunhlll lighter.

But it was like cigarettes. fell from the sky, he never knew what to do with them.

- Oh, my God. - Go on.

(Heather) 'Suppose It's not hard to tell l was smitten straigh toff.

'It's the truth, It's notsomethlng I'd everwish to hlde.'

He'd make you cream yourself just by looking atyou.

That first night at McClure's party,

l could've had him straight there on the sofa.

You just got all achy thinking about hlm.

And he'd tease.

He'd make you wait until you were like,

''Please, Victor, hurry up! I can't stand it!''

(Victor) 'Ballymurphy.

'Andytown.

'The Falls.

'Ardoyne.

'ShortStrand.'

(#Whistling)

(Rhythmic tapping)

(Racing commentary plays quietly on TV)

Let him off, It's Hacksaw. He's simple, fucking soft in the head.

(Victor) You never mind, Willie. You leave Hacksaw to me.

Hacksaw, come here.

It's about time he went on ajob, get him into the swing of things.

-What's the craic, Victor? - Nothing much.

Just a routine job, a wee kneecap.

Afew boys robbed some old doll.

Looks good, us keeping law and order.

- l don't know, I never plugged anybodyy. - Just the kneecaps is all.

Makes a good impression.

Tell you what, you do the job, we'll make you community relations officer.

Here.

Right

(Tyres squealing)

(Car door slams)

-Well, Victor? -Well, Frames. What about ye?

Not so bad, Victor. Not so bad.

- Ivan, how was the greyhounds? - Aye, the best. The best.

Well, boys.

l hear you robbed this old blddy.

Tied her up and all.

We never done that, Victor.

Yous were seen spending the money, boys.

You and me's mates, Victor.

You know me. l'm not gonna rob one of ourown.

(Vlctor) Yous are fucking grave robbers.

That lady could've died. Fucking circulation!

You could've suffocated her.

Enough.

Three seconds to tell the truth and shame the devil.

- (Gun clicks) - I swear to fuck Victor,

I don't know what came over us.

We could tell we'd get caught Who else could've done it?

(Frames) Nee ourfucking heads examined, so we do.

No, no, just the kneecaps today, lads.

Lie down, boys.

You take Frames, Hacksaw. A bullet in the back of the knee.

(Hacksaw) No problem. Get the fuck up. Come on.

You know me, Victor. Never could take pain.

- Lie down, Frames. - Sorry, Victor.

Don't be a stupid bastard, Frames.

Ivan! Bring him back.

- Jesus Christ! - For fuck's sake, Hacksaw!

- Are you mad? -Yous other two! Lie downl

- Shit! - Do them. Do their fucking knees now!

(Gunshots)

(Groaning)

(Phone)

-Ta. - Ryan, a shooting coming in.

Justa shooting?

Jesus Christ, next time we'll organise a nuclear strike.

Nice one, Dave.

(Police radio)

So, Herble, did they use a knife?

Bullets not good enough for you young bucks?

Don't mind Herble, he's a sensitive man.

There's two with their kneecaps done and one stiff, shot.

- Shit You follow the ambulance? - Just doing my job.

- I've a wounded man. - I'm all right, don't mind me.

- I'm sorry. - Don't give me the little boy routine.

Truce now, let the man have his say.

-You said sorry before. - I just wanta minute.

l'm tryng to get an injured man to hospital.

- l want to explaln. - Please.

It's only a fucking minute, you owe me that much.

Jesus!

Treat them mean, keep them keen, hotshot?

- Get out of my road. - Who ate your bun?

What's your problem anyhow? What did I do to you?

You don't even know me!

l know enough like you, son.

You wanted them boys to be cut to pieces. The more blood the better.

Hanging out ln bars, acting the big war correspondent.

- Coppinger's the same. - Not the same as you, son.

Coppinger's tired of it he doesn't want to see people cut

But you do, you can't wait

That's the difference.

(Radlo) # And did those feet in ancient times

#Walk upon England's mountains green? #

Them Nazi boys had the right idea, Victor.

People's looking for control, want somebody to take over,

decide things for them, what to do with their lives.

They'll hand over their life and cry tears of gratitude If somebody will take it

All that misery in deciding.

We oughta dress up, actthe hero, fuck the rest ofthem.

People in this town's fucked up. Don't know what they want.

- Last shall be first and the first shall be last - See me?

- l have this town. - First time I seen you. Destiny.

-Take a Fenian. - Now you're talking.

-You know what they say? -Tell us, Victor.

My da's a Fenian. Me, my da.

-This town's ready to puta man down... - Does my da have ten kids?

Does my da yap on about discrimination?

Does my da kiss the Pope's arse?

''And upon her forehead was written,

''The mother of harlots and abominations of the earth'.''

Fenian fuckers.

You're gonna do them slow. l mean, just fucking top them - no good.

Geronimo.

''And when he had opened the seventh seal...

''there was silence in heaven.''

Silence in heaven?

You're not fucking boys, McClure.

You and girls like them, huh?

What about them photographs you showed me?

Them English boys in bed together?

Business, Vlctor.

Business.

You seek an opportunity, then you exploit it

For instance, you know there's journalists asking questions about you?

You're joking me. Who the fuck are they?

Tell us, I've never done a journallst

See, Victor? Business.

You're becoming a big man.

Let them ask their questions. Grow in the public mind.

Victor Kelly, the man and the myth.

It's in your interests.

Fucking journallsts.

Take another.

All right

That's right

That's it

(Mumbling) # Here we are

#We are, we are

#We are the Bllly Boys, boom, boom

#We are, we are, we are the Billy Boys

# Up to our necks in Fenlan blood, surrender or ye die#

What about you, Herble?

Want a wee word, Hacksaw. Get into the car.

# Have l told you lately that l love you? #

- Get in the fucking car, McGrath. - All right

(Phone)

Frames McCrea got killed in a warehouse,

the other two boys got kneecapped, refused to name anybody.

Somebody saw Hacksaw McGrath around so Herbie lifts hlm.

Hacksaw's as twitchy as fuck won't open hls mouth

but hints at dark and deadly dees.

- What's in the folder? - Information.

-Where from? - Herbie.

- Good man, Herble. - He told me not to show it to you.

He said, ''Don't show that to no fucking amateurs.''

Don't patronise me, l know what l'm dolng.

They're known players who mlght be connected to the knife jobs. At least you'll know their faces.

Memorise them - Herbie wants that back pronto.

Here...she's not bad.

Not your usual milly anyhow. She's from your neck of the woods.

There's an address on the back. She moved to the city a few years ago.

What's wrong? Do you know her?

- No. - Should've known as much.

You've gotta keep your eyes open, remember faces.

What's your problem?

- Did you learn this shit off my wife? - (Phone)

Nelther of yous think I can take a piss unless you're holding my dick.

Coppinger here.

Yeah?

(#The Walker Brothers No Regrets on jukebox)

Tap on.

- Everythlng all rlght? - Dead on, Victor.

Should've seen the fucker. ''Security?'' he says.

''l've got Securicor on all my sites.''

l sali, ''Fucking Securicor? Securicor this, you wee bastard.''

- Here, Ivor, get yourself a drink. - Dead on, Victor.

Come here, Flaps. Throw that to my man there.

- Got something else for you. - Must be my birthday!

-What's them for? -You've gota big mouth.

- l only said. - Shut your beak.

- All I asked... - You're looking at a smack in the mouth.

Here, Victor, what's a woman and a garden pot got in common?

A digging's good for both of them.

- Someone ask you to talk? -Take it easy, I only...

Only this, only that. Come here, Ivan.

You stupid big shite. Had you going there.

Get us some drink. Your arm broke or somethlng?

Your leg tied to the piano?

Come here, Heather, sit your selfdown.

I'm sorry I lost it

I'm sorry, all right?

-Well, I shouldn't have asked. - No, no. You're my doll.

#The hours that were yours echo like empty rooms... #

Come here, Heather.

#Thoughts we used to share... #

- Heather. - Hello, Darkie.

(Victor) Well, Darkie.

The great Darkie Larche. (Chuckles)

Wanta drink Darkie? Have a wee drink with us.

- Coming home with me? - Piss off.

Come on, get your coat.

The fucker's loaded anyhow, probably couldn't get it up.

It's all rlght, Vlctor, l never pald any hee to gosslp anyhow.

What gossip would that be?

You know. That your da's a talg.

- Victor! -What, Flaps?

Peelers at Victor's house.

To fuck Flaps. Come on, car's out the back. Ivan, Willie, check the front.

-Where's the car? - It's out the front.

Come on.

-Well, Herble. - Victor.

Like the mitor, Herbie?

- Not bad, son, not bad at all. - lf you fancy a spin, jump in.

Not this time, Victor.

l thlnk you're coming for a wee spin in mine.

#There's no regrets

# No tears goodbye

# l don't want you back#

-You're in a very strange position. -What are you on about?

In the same prison as the man who's giving evidence against you.

Nobody's giving evidence.

Hacksaw's doing a good impersonation of a man who's going to give evidence.

That must be a lonely position.

l saw him the other day.

Blood seems to have drained from his face.

Looks llke somethlng dug from the ground.

l wouldn't take a pension to be in that fucker's shoes.

(Herbie) 'Do you know what sensory deprivation is? You end up floating in a tank.

'You can't hear or see nothlng.

'Nobody sticks it for more than an hour, ortwo.

'They have hallucinations. There's madness under their skin.

'But you know that, Victor.

'That's what I want Hacksaw to feel in his cell.

'I want him to have visions,

'spinnlng bright lights when he shuts the eyes,

'staring out atthe sun till it becomes a ring of fire in the fucking wilderness.

'That's when I reckon he's gonna break down and name you.'

Victor? Victor?

Am I right?

All I know is...

l feel sorry for hlm.

There's a good girl.

(Mrs Kelly) 'Victor's father never went to see him in prison.

'That man had time for nobody but his own self.

'And then that woman come to see me.

'She wanted some of my visiting hours in the prison.

'Golng in there to put his head astray.

'She must have thought I wasn't up to her.'

- l don't know about this. - She just wants to meet you.

She won't eat you.

-Waahl - Cut that out

- Hello, boys. - Hello, Mrs Kelly.

- Hello, Mrs. - Hello, Mrs Kelly.

You boys go through to the kitchen. There's cake on the table.

- That'd be lovely, thanks a lot. - Thanks, love.

I'll take our guest Into the front room here. Come on.

The hair's not right

When I was your age, I could sit on my hair.

Just set it down there.

How long have you lived here, Mrs Kelly?

The outfit It's not right either.

You should recognlse the requlrements ofa full figure.

You nee a dress that's loose at the bosom and nipped at the waist

When I was young, I used to make all my own clothes.

Tea's like dishwater, so it is.

Is that you, Mrs Kelly?

-You're not from the city, are you? - No, I'm from down the coast

Aye, I went there on my honeymoon.

How do you thlnk I looked then?

You look great really trim.

Never have guessed I was five months pregnant with Victor.

If your figure has tone, It'll stand by you.

All the women in my family always had tone.

Mr Kelly's a good-looking man.

And you'd know if you'd seen one.

He wasn't bad, I suppose.

l hardly knew him.

Look at him, though. Sly.

He'd never look atyou. Always away in a world of his own.

There's no nee for you go up to the Crumlin Road to see Victor.

There's only one visit a week. I'll go.

I want to see he's all right

He is all right, without being led to trouble.

First time I heard your name, I says to myself, ''Trouble.''

I always wanted him to have a steady girl, someone I could trust

A woman to share confidences.

And here's you,

spilling out all over without even a brassiere on you.

Away home with you, wee girl.

Go on.

(Rings)

Hello? Hello?

Who is this?

(# Verdi La Vergine degll angell)

'Shit It's you agaln.

'My darling fucking husband.

'Drunk again?'

Just go to hell, Ryan, go to hell.

(Dlstant siren)

Thanks very much.

(Chatting in Chinese)

''She go to seaside.''

I remember you, girl.

I do remember you.

(Distant shouts echoing)

For fuck's sake, you're not going to a picnic.

You've got 30 minutes. Just talk rlght?

- lf you hit him we'll all be in trouble. - Just a wee chat is all.

You're sweating like a plg.

- Get on before somebody sees you. - Give us a fag.

- For fuck's sake. - Come on.

Light

(#The Rubettes Sugar Baby Love)

# Sugar baby love

# I didn't mean to make you blue

# Sugar baby love

# Sugar baby love

# l didn't mean to hurt you #

(Victor) Hacksaw.

Well, Victor?

I've been waiting on you, Victor.

Many's the nlght l've seen your face at the window.

Notso loud. Wouldn'twantanyone to hear this wee talk of ours.

Nobody hears nothing in here.

Nobody sees anything.

They never see howfar I go these freezing nights.

Do you mind Frames?

Me and Frames dawdling down the road.

You shot Frames, Hacksaw. Do you mind that?

The police came about that, they were asking about you.

Herbie and all that. I-I never told them anythlng.

I know you never, Hacksaw.

You and me's friends, Victor.

Here. I'll tell you another thing.

I like this place. It's quiet.

No nee for words any more.

You put them words away, Victor.

I've seen your face through the window. Only it wasn'tyou.

You never told them nothing?

I never told anybody nothing, Vlctor.

I think I'd like to lie down now.

Aye. Lie down there.

You and me still friends, Vlctor?

- Aye, Hacksaw. - Magic.

That's it

Thanks, Victor.

That's it

Good lad.

(# Evelyn ''Ohampagne'' King Shame)

What the fuck are you looking at?

Hey, l'm talking to you, fuckface.

Have you gone deaf?

l said, what the fuck are you looking at?

Don't know what it lis but It's looking back at him. Leave him be.

Getaway on there and give the man peace.

Thought I was headed for casualty.

The state he's in? He'd have fell on his arse lifting his fist

Still, now. Took a woman's touch.

- Could I buy you a drink? - I'll get my own.

Bacardi and Coke.

I'll pull up a stooll. Don't think I'll get much chat out of your man.

You handled him well.

That type of man's easy.

Goes home loaded.

His wife doesn'ttalk to him, the old picture and no sound.

Within a day he's saying sorry and starting to hate herguts.

Next thing he's back on the drink again.

Doesn't know who he feels worse about

- That's pretty harsh. - It's pretty true.

- Ta. - Thanks, love.

- The Ambassador. - What?

The cinema, I used to see you there Friday, Saturday nights.

- Don't getyou. - You're from the town.

You used to go there, sit up in the balcony.

You'd be tossing lit cigarettes. Into the stalls. (Tuts

Aye, maybe.

That was a long time ago.

- What's your name? - Ryan.

Was that your da used to teach swimming?

One ofthe manyjobs he couldn't keep.

- Where's he now? - Dead.

Sorry to hear that.

Were you close?

l tried to avoid his mistakes.

Did you?

l made a whole set of new ones.

-You on for that drink now? - Aye, I suppose so.

(#Tavares Don't Take Away The Music)

(Man) Looking fine, honey!

(Second man) Shake that lovely arse!

Do you fuck?

I know this, I know this. Yeah.

- No, seriously. -Yeah.

Then fuck off!

Jesus Chrlst!

- All rlght, all rlght - Whoa!

(Ryan laughs)

How long have you been living in the city?

Few years.

- Are you married or anything? - No. You?

Separated.

I suppose you could say the same thlng about me.

How come?

Is he polltical?

- What do you want to know that for? - Just interested.

What do you want to know that for? You a peeler?

(Laughs) Course not!

l'd better go.

- Maybe I could come and see you? -That wouldn't be a good idea.

I'll come anyway.

65p, love.

Ta, love.

(TV) '..other passers-by were injured by shrapnel...'

(Gasps) For fuck's sake, Darkie, you scared the shit out of me.

You gonna ask me in?

I can hardly stop you, can I?

'The man's body was removed to the Rocal Victorla hospital...'

What's happened to you, Heather?

What's happened to me?

What's happened to you?

Everybody's asking, ''What happened to Darkie Larche?''

You decided to retire? Take up gardening? Draw a pension?

You used to be a big man.

I don't know.

It's like, you get tired.

It's like, everytime they shoot somebody, I look on the news,

It's the same dead man.

He's got the same suit and the same hair

and the same holes in the same place.

I shut my eyes at night and I can see this dead fucker.

Except I can'tsee his face. lf I see hls face, I think It's gonna be me.

Then you go off with this fucking Victor Kelly.

I couldn't help it Darkie.

Just went and fell for him.

He's gonna kill me.

He's not gonna kill you.

l seen him looking at me that night we had a row

and I could see myself dead.

Darkie, you gotta catch yourself on.

You're cracking up, so you are.

Left the house.

Where are you staying?

Here and there.

It's all right, I don't wanna stay here anyhow.

Stay the night anyhow.

Please.

They never had nothing on Victor.

It was spite that kept him in prison. Two months and three days.

(Ryan) That'll be just after Hacksaw McGrath was killed.

I know nothing about no killings.

Them's all lies.

Ma?

Anybody home?

(Kettle whistling)

Come out with your hands up or we're coming in!

- (Pigeons cooing) - (Radio) '..Intensifying, 1033 by 0700 tomorrow.

'Area forecast for the next 24 hours.

'Vliking, southwesterly, force four, rising to five...'

James Francis Curran...

Don't think l don't know what you're up to, son.

You're nothing but a wee shite.

Victor, son! How are you?

You all right, son?

James!

James, what did you say to that boy?

- Get the fuck out of here! - All right?

Are you just deaf or are you stupid?

- I was only asking. - Shut the fuck up and drive.

(#The Rockin' Berries He's In Town)

#You don't have to tell me

# He's in town... #

- See you tomorrow, Mick. - All right, Jim.

# ..back in town

# Glrl, I knew just what was wrong #

Gipsy Street.

Sunnyside Street.

'Haypark Avenue.'

(Wheezing)

What's the hurry, big lad?

You're coming with us. Nice trip in a mctoroar.

You're not fit at all. Wee run like that and you haven't a breath.

(Wlllle) He'll be fit bythe time we get through with him.

(Ivan) Get in, you fucking dick.

(Ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Who's that?

Is that you, Victor?

'Hello, who is this?'

Whatare you doing here?

You've been watchlng too many films.

(# Elaine and Derek Thompson Jesus, Tender Shepherd, Hear Me)

# Jesus, tender shepherd, hear me

# Bless Thy little lamb tonight

#Through the darkness be Thou near me

# Keep me safe till morning light#

You gonna introduce me to your friend, Heather?

This is Ryan.

What does Ryan do?

- I'm a journallst - Good.

Good.

My name's McClure.

Give us a drink there, Heather.

What do you work at yourself?

Typical reporter. Always on the job.

Justcurlous.

Ah, one thing and another.

Communications, you might say.

Sort of technician.

What, llke televislon?

l fixthlngs.

Ryan.

Ryan?

I have you now.

You wrote them storles about the boys cutting throats.

And you're a friend of Heather's?

-Wonders'll nevercease. - Don't be starting about cut-throats.

You talk about nothing else. Papers full of it

Keep your beak shut

Is it somebody that's mad in the head doing it do you think?

- I used to think that. - What do you think now?

Not mad, exactly.

What other, then?

You geta feeling It's done for a reason.

They take pains over it to frighten people.

To show they can do it

To claim the town for themselves.

Fuck knows.

Frightens you, anyhow.

But the rest of you newspaper boys don't seem to think a lot of it

Inside page job, so it is.

Stick it in between the small ads if they could.

- Not me. - No.

You're different.

More the caring type.

I'll tell you what.

I'm a man with an ear to the ground.

Anything comes my way, It's yours.

-There is one question. -What's that?

Who's Victor?

Not so slow, Mr Ryan.

Not so slow.

Look I gotta go now.

I'll be in touch.

No promises, mind.

How come you never told me what you done?

Dunno.

Just never came up.

It just never came up?

On your bike, mister.

Just leave us alone from now on, all right?

What is it Willie? What's he up to?

I don't know. It's Victor. He's been in there all day.

l'm going in there to talk to him.

He's in one of those moods, Heather.

You nee an invitation to talk to him.

- He worries about things. - He doesn't worry too much about me.

We got a traitor.

An informer in our midst

A Judas.

Our alms have been betrayed

and our innermost thoughts made known.

There's an informer in this very room.

I hope the fucker's arms and legs wither.

I hope they get fucking cancer.

I've been reluctantto admit

that one amongst us

has gone and sold his birthright

Come on up here, Flaps.

- Sit in the chair. - l never done nothing.

- I swearto God. - Sit in the chair.

I swear to God, I never done nothing. Honestly.

I didn't do anything. I swear to God, l didn't do anything.

Victor, Victor...

Get rid of this fucker.

Why did you do that? Flaps hadn't the wit to be an informer.

Somebody neeed to get shot.

(Heather) What?

(Knocks on table)

Somebody neeed to get it

- (Man) Let's get our arses in gear. - (Phone)

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this? Hello?

(McClure) 'Got some information for you.'

- Who is this? - 'Fuck up.

- 'There's gonna be arrests.' - Who's gonna be arrested?

'The knife killers. The Resurrection Men. Some of them, anyhow.

'They're gonna be lifted nextweek. Only thing is, they don't get the main man.'

-What do you mean? - 'You should know.

'You've got the same taste in women. Like a bit of meat, so you do.'

l don't knowwhatyou mean.

'By the way, I seen that wife of yours the other day, the doctor.

'Nice arse on her. Nice and fuckable.'

She's got nothing to do with this. Leave her out of it

- 'Everybody's got something to do with it' - (Dialling tone)

- Are you all right? - Course. Why wouldn't I be?

- Dunno. - Do you care that much?

- Are you OK? -Yes.

OK.

OK.

- Bye, then. - Bye.

Where we heading for, Victor?

Turn left here.

-That's a dead end. It's been closed years. - Go straight on.

-That's just down the docks. - Just fucking do it!

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Mrs Kelly) 'When I heard all of Victor's friends was lifted,

'I knew the finger of wrongngful accusation would not stop there.

'There was no word from Victor then for weeks.

'And I tried to believe that he'd left the country.

'My heart migave me that that was not true.'

(Hellcopter overhead)

You're not gonna make a mess on my seats, are you?

When news of the arrests came through,

my husband turned to me with a desperate look on his face,

as if to say, ''What did I do wrong?''

But I never moved a mortal bone in my body for to comfort him.

l declded thatday that he would not getdaylight from me

except food and clean clothing.

It's not in my nature, or my upbringing, to deny him that.

Here you go, Victor, son.

There's food and all down in the kitchen.

No one comes near the place. Just take her handy.

I'll give you a shout when the coast is clear.

- Gun. -You won't be needing it

Fuck it

Here.

- I need something else. -What?

That journalist The one that wrote them stories about me.

- I wanna see hlm. - I don't know.

I'll have to see.

I wanna see hlm.

(Phone)

- Hello? - Well, Mr Journallst

- Showtime. - What do you mean?

- Victor wants to see you. -Where?

Take yoursel fdown to Tomb Street Bathhouse.

lfyou run, youjust mlghtcatch the show.

(# Verdi La Vergine degll angell)

(Victor) 'Gipsy Street.

'Sunnyslde Street.

'Haypark Avenue.

'Joy Street.

'Palestine Street.

'Aglncourt Avenue.'

(Ryan) 'Sevastopol Street.'

Linen Hall Street.

Tomb Street.

What are you doing here? This is my kip.

Eh?

What are you doing here?

I know you.

Yeah. l know you for the bastard son

of a bastard Catholic by the name of Kelly.

(# Verdi La Vergine degll angell on radio)

(Radlo clicks off)

(Thunder)

(Panicked breathing)

You're the boy who wrote them stories.

No!

Thls here's Darkie Larche.

Say hello to Darkie. Ah, he's not h mself at the minute.

l hearyou've been asking about me.

So Heather says.

Darkie used to go out with Heather, before she met me.

Give Darkie a kiss.

Go on. Give him a big kiss.

(Panting, yelping)

Where are you going?

l hear you wanted to know about me. Hm?

Yeah. Well.

Now you know.

Write about that in your fucking newspaper.

Go on! Write about that in your fucking newspaperl

(Choking gasp)

(Wheezing) Kill me...

for fuck's sake.

Please...

kill me.

(Cocks pistol)

Jesus, what happened to you? You all right?

I'm all right I'm all right I'm not hurt.

What happened?

I can't talk about it

I don't wantyou to get yourself killed.

I dunno. Well, I think I do.

It's because l'm a journallst

He wants people to know.

l feel used.

l'm really proud of you.

I wanted to make a difference.

I know.

Will you...

come home?

I mean, will you come home?

I'll think about it

Its not the same.

I'll think about it

(Mrs Kelly) 'U knewthe day and hour that James took a stroke

That I was a woman born to misfortune.

'At the hospital, they talked about a loss of oxygen to the brain

'and an impairment of facilities.

'Aftera week James was took home in a wheelchair.

'Not a word had passed his lips in the full time.

'To caterforan invalid was my bitter lot.

'To change and feed and wipe spittle from a thankless mouth.'

(Phone)

Hello?

(McClure) 'Got some information for you.

'Victor's gonna be done.'

What do you mean, done?

Who's gonna do him?

You know what I mean by done. And who's doing it is none of your business.

-Why are you telling me? - So you can stop it if you want.

It's gonna happen tomorrow at his ma's house. You could warn him.

- Maybe tell Herbie. - He's gotta be stopped.

That's true. You gota difficult decision.

It's not my responsibliity.

It's everybody's responsibliity. See you tomorrow.

Victor, son! You near put the heartout of me!

I thought you were a ghost, so I did. How are you?

Oh, son. You're like a rake.

I have some dinner in the kitchen. I'll heat it up foryou.

I've been worried out of my mind. All these boys getting lifted and all.

Your da had a stroke and...

- I'mjust trying to shave him. - I'll do it

You'll do no such thing. You'll sit down there and have some dlnner.

It's wild the way things are, a boy can't come to visit his own mother.

l'll do him, Ma.

Well, if you really want to. Here you are.

I'll get you some dlnner.

(Whines) No.

(Hellcopter overhead)

That's you done, Da.

Oh, that's a great job, son.

I always cut the face off him. Takes a man.

l've done him, Ma. I gotta go now.

-You just walked in the door -Things I gotta do.

I've got this meeting arranged with these influential men.

- Can't tell you about it -Tea? Come on.

- Even your da's glad to see you. -The da's glad to see me.

He knows the vital thlngs l've done for my country.

He's gota plle of articles cut out of the paper. Isn't that a fact?

Well, would you credit that?

A man who wouldn't walk the length of himself to see his own son in prison.

- I'm away, Ma. - (Bell tolls)

Come back soon, son.

(American accent) Ain't nobody gonna stop me.

(Hellcopter draws closer)

Don't be bashful, Ryan.

You were quick enough to puta bullet in poor old Darkie.

He asked.

He asked you to?

No?

- He asked him to. - (Gunshot)

(Mrs Kelly) 'My Victor was a fine boy.'

And he'd many friends. Just come to the funeral and you'll see.

You just come to the funeral. Just come.

And don't listen to all those lies.

The police say they don't know who shot him. They know!

They know!

- (Man) All right, Sergeant... - (Police radlo)

I knew you wouldn't say anythlng.

Congratulations. You're one of us now.

See you about, Ryan.

(# Verdi La Vergine del angel)

(Bell tolls)

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