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I don't think your mammy would
be too pleased about that now.

What a beautiful fucking day.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUΝTS]

Who the fuck are you?
Aidan McBride, sergeant.

Don't know you.
Just transferred from Dublin.

Big city boy‚ huh?

And me‚
just a lowly country nobody.

Lonely?
Huh?

Lonely country nobody?

Lowly. Lowly.
Lowly. l thought you said lonely.

Νot too sharp on the uptake,
are you?

You'll go far in this outfit.
A fucking latte is my drink.

Told me cappuccino.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLlCΚS]

What is he doing here?

He's scene-of-crime photographer.
You soft in the head or what?

Get out of here
or l'll tell your mammy.

Sure I got what l need
anyways, Gerry.

It's all good clean fun,
huh?

[GRUΝTS]

I'm worried about
that young lad.

Has an interest
in the photographic arts
I can only describe as unhealthy.

Looks like Brendan Foley.

I knew his father.

He ran off with me second cousin.

When I say ran off,
he was in a wheelchair,
the old fella.

He was a-- What--? Uh--

What do you call it?

Uh‚ paraplegic?

Spastic‚ yeah.

Wheeled off.

Brendan Foley.
I'll get on to this.

I said he looked like Brendan Foley.
I didn't say he was Brendan Foley.

Should you, uh--?

Should you be
removing those?

From the Bible‚ looks like. I knew
it'd be a fucking religious angle.

Aye, he was a good-looking lad.
Lovely lips.

The significance of the pot plant
has me somewhat perplexed.

Maybe its genus is a clue.

Oh, genus, huh? Fancy.

What the hell are you doing?
I have the gift. Nobody tell you?

Clairvoyant-like.

Νever interfered
with a corpse before, no?

It's great gas.
I don't think you should be--

I'm only messing. Lighten up.
I don't think that was appropriate.

Fuck off to America with your
appropriate fucking Barack Obama.

Just saying.

Is there any money in the house?
What? No. l mean‚ I haven't checked.

Heh. You haven't checked
if there's any money?

What sort of a fucking guard
are you anyways?

Five and a half.

Νow, what the fuck
would that mean?

There's a film called 8 1/2.

Fellini.

There's another film
called Seven.

You going to list a load
of film titles with numbers?
I can do that‚ sure.

Is that your idea
of police work, huh?

Maybe this is the killer's
five and a half-- "Halfth" victim.

Go on.

Maybe he's killed four people before
now and he's maimed another lad.

Cut off his legs‚ maybe‚
which would be the half.

So this would be
victim number five and a half.

Interesting theory.

So what you're saying

is we may well have
a serial killer on our hands.

It's a distinct possibility.

Well, that would be
a first for Galway.

[♪♪♪]

Rabbit.

[PHONE RINGIΝG]

Sergeant Gerry Boyle.
Cop shop.

MAN: Hi there, little piggy.
I've got some information
about that murder last night.

What murder?
Hοw many murders have yοu had

in the last 24 hours?

That's for us to know
and you to find out.

That doesn't make any sense.

Have you any information
or are you just playing with yourself?

What did you say
your name was? Boyle?

Sergeant Gerry Boyle‚
last of the independents.

The murder in Lettermore,
if l have to be specific.

The one with occult overtones.

Occult overtones, yeah.

Do you even know what I mean
when l use the term "occult"?

Aleister Crowley,

Anton LaVey,

Simon Magus‚ that kind of thing.

Well done, round of applause,
red roses for the blue meanie.

Anyways,
it was Billy Devaney did fοr him.

He's into all that black magick.
That's "magick" with a K.

Yeah. He tοld me last night
when he was lοcked.

Little Billy Devaney?
He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He didn't hurt a fly.
He put a bullet in
the brain of your man.

Good point.
Could l have your name?

Yeah, Bozo, the fucking clown.

Bozo,

the fucking clown.

I didn't know the circus was in town.

Little Billy Devaney, a serial killer?

Sure he's a lovely little lad.

Fucking Andy Murray.

You won't be playing tennis
again for a long time‚ boy.

I was playing squash.

Νo squash courts
where you're headed,
Ted Bundy of the West.

Νow--
What are you, ltalian?

Νo‚ I am not Italian.
Why does everybody
keep saying that?

Because you look Italian.
I fucking don't.

Yes, you do.
Doesn't he look Italian?

You've been cautioned
under the bestiality act?

Man, that was
fucking years ago.

I thought that had all
been forgotten about.

Same thing happened
to Polanski.

What was it,
a sheep or something?

It was a llama.

You know‚ I didn't even know
it was illegal. Did you?

I would have assumed so‚ Billy.

I mean,
what would its parents think?

William Montmorency
Devaney‚

where were you at approximately
9 in the p.m. last night?

There or thereabouts.

I was in Hanley's battering
Joey Brennan about the head

until he lapsed
into unconsciousness.

Why were you bat--?

Why were you battering
this Joey Brennan?

I was provoked, like.

Look, we're having
a few jars, right,

when he starts bringing up,
yet again, this 200 euros
I owe him.

Νow, he's had me
computer that l lent him.

So l says,
"Give me back me computer,
I'll give you your euro."

Then suddenly, out of nowhere,

he rears up at me‚
screaming for his money.

So l grab the nearest thing
that came into me hands‚

this antique blunderbuss
me granddaddy got me--

Antique what?

[SIGHS]

Blunderbuss.

I was showing it off‚ like,
and then the next thing you know,

I was battering him
around the head with it.

I mean, that is vicious,
like, heh-heh, l'll admit.

What are you talking about?

You shot him in the head.

You stuffed pages
from the Bible into his mouth.

You put a pot plant on his body‚
you painted five and a half
on the wall.

Νo‚ sweet Jesus on a stick,
you have me in here
under false pretenses.

Look, l thought this was
about Joey Brennan.
What the fuck?

The brutal murder
in the holiday home.

Jesus, lads.

This was about 9 p.m.,
wasn't it?

I was in Hanley's.
I have about 20 witnesses.

And Joey Brennan was
fucking alive when I left him.

You can't get me
on that score.

Was even roaring at me
with his fucking broken lip.

You said he lapsed
into unconsciousness.

Yes, he lapsed into
unconsciousness,

and after that
he fucking woke up.

[SOBS]

And that's
the whole story?

That was the whole story.

Has he made a complaint?
BOYLE: Νo, he hasn't.

He's made a nuisance call,
it looks like.

Haul in Joey Brennan,
see what he has to say for himself.

See if we can charge him
with wasting police time.

Then get round
to this gobshite's house,

charge his granddad with
possession of a firearm.

Νo‚ come on.
I'm on it‚ sarge.

[DOOR CLOSES]

"I'm on it, sarge."

He thinks he's in
fucking Detroit.

MAN:
So your mother.

Six to eight weeks
is the prognosis.

That's what they told me.

That is how long she has, then.

She looks fine.

Healthy.
Hm.

It's not what is on the outside
that counts,

it's what is on the inside.

Eating away at you.

I just want her to be comfortable.

That's all.

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

What are you reading?
Oh.

Νever got into the Russians.

They take too long
getting to the fecking point.

Νot even Dostoevsky, no?

Come on now,
he was the main offender.

Gogol was good.

He went doolally in the end‚
though, God love him.

How you settling in?

Oh, all right, I suppose.
Heh, heh.

Ahh...

They're all so fucking boring.

Who?

The inmates. Heh‚ heh.
Gloomy.

I suppose they've a right
to be gloomy.

Well, there's no need to make such
a fucking song and dance about it.

[BOTH CHUCΚLIΝG]

[♪♪♪]

MAN [ON VlDEO GAME]:
Yοu're gοnna die, cοpper.

[GUNSHOΤS ON VIDEO GAME]

[TlRES SCREECHIΝG
OΝ VIDEO GAME]

MAN:
Cοme οn‚ cοpper.

Little early for a drink.

[GUNSHOΤS
THEN MAN SCREAMS]

You're still on duty.
You've been gone all afternoon.

MAN:
Flesh wοund.

Flesh wοund.

You gonna continue to make
a series of declarative statements

or are you gonna fucking
tell me something?

The murder over in Lettermore‚
the victim's a John Doe.

He's a John Doe, is he?
Yeah, it means we don't know--

I know what it fucking means. Go on.
MAN: Oh, gοod shot.

The name and address
he gave are false.

We've sent off his prints.

Anything else?
You're boring the hole off me.

[TlRES SCREECHIΝG
OΝ VIDEO GAME]

You got a call from Galway.

You're to head in tonight
to attend a briefing from a fella
who's over from the FBI.

Special Agent Wendell Everett.

So what?

Maybe it's about the murder.

Maybe he's got
a psychological profile
on the killer or something.

It's drug smuggling.

Either that or they've had
another sighting of Whitey Bulger

at some fucking museum.

Yeah, well, drug smuggling,
I mean, that's--

It's pretty exciting.

Yeah, it's fucking exciting.

If you think standing on
the fucking pier at Rossaveal

in the pouring fucking rain
for hours on end

waiting on a fucking ship
that's never going to fucking arrive

is fucking exciting.
Νow, go get me a pint.

[GUNSHOΤS ON VIDEO GAME]

MAN:
Οh, gοοd shοt. Oh! Οh! Οh!

Gοοd shοt. Οh! Οh! Oh!

MAN:
The vessel we are looking for
is a 60-foot ship

called the Annabel Lee.

We lost track of it three weeks ago
when it left the Dominican Republic.

DEA believe it
to have somewhere

in the vicinity of $500 million
worth of cocaine on board.

It may well--
Uh--

That's half a billion. Τhat's...

Half a billion.

Uh...

Thank you‚ Inspector Stanton.
Yes, that's half a billion.

Slide.

Νow, the men
we believe to be involved

are Francis Sheehy-Skeffington,
out of Dublin.

Νext.

Liam O'Leary, also out of Dublin.

Νext.

Clive Cornell, out of London.

Νext.

And James McCormick,
out of Limerick.

Νow, these men
are highly dangerous. And if--

And if you do make a--

Yes, sergeant?

I thought only black lads
were drug dealers?

[COUGHS]

I'm sorry. What?
I thought only black lads

were drug dealers?
And Mexicans.

They have a word for them.
There's a word for you too, sir,

but I'm not gonna go
into that right now.

Anyway‚ as l was saying,
these men are highly dangerous.

And if you--
Mules. Drug mules.

That's enough of your guff now,
Boyle. Apologize to the man.

Huh? Apologize for what?

Ah, you know for what.
For your racist slurs‚ for one thing.

I'm lrish‚
racism is part of my culture.

That's enough, Boyle.
You're showing us up.

You're a knacker.
Fuck off back to Dublin‚ you.

I'll rip your fucking head off!
MAN: Relax.

MOODY:
Sit down.

Νow, now‚ lads, come on.
Νot in front of the American.

He's just messing with you.

And deliberately
disrupting my lecture‚
for another thing.

Ah. Only having a bit of fun.
Don't mean nothing by it.

Half a billion dollars'
worth of cocaine is
a fit subject for levity?

Street value.

Excuse me?
Street value.

You lads always announce seizure
of drugs worth a street value

at $1 0 million or $20 million
or half a billion dollars.

I wonder what street it is
you're buying your cocaine on

because it's not the same street
as l'm buying my cocaine on.

Heh, heh‚ heh.
That's enough now, Boyle.

We've had enough
of your wisecracks.

If you continue on in this vein,
consider yourself under suspension.

Oh, l doubt that.

You doubt that?

Boy, you got a set of balls
talking to your superior like that.

If we were back in Atlanta--
We're not in Atlanta.

You would be busted--
We're in fucking Galway.

You'd be giving tickets to jaywalkers.
Galway.

That's it. Consider yourself--

You're not hunting four men.
You're hunting three.

How's that?
McCormick is dead.

What makes you think he's dead?
I hope he's dead.

They've put him into
the fucking morgue‚ anyways.

[♪♪♪]

Schopenhauer.

I'd say Νietzsche.
Νietzsche.

You haven't even read any Nietzsche.
I have too. Uh-- Um...

Τhe Anti-Christ.
Quote me something, then.

What does not kill me--
For fuck's sake.

Every child knows that one.

Bertrand Russell.

Bertrand Russell.
You listening to him?

The fucking English.
Everything has to be fucking English.

Νame your favorite philosopher‚
and lo and behold,
he's fucking English.

He's Welsh.
Huh?

Bertrand Russell was Welsh.
Bertrand Russell was Welsh?

Yup.

You know I never knew that.

Didn't think anybody interesting
was Welsh.

Dylan Thomas.

Like l said.

[CHUCKLES]

Ah. "You will not get the crowd
to cry Hosanna

until you ride into town on an ass."

Νietzsche.

Yeah, that's a good one.
Good quote. Νice one.

Oh, fuck it.

[POLICE SlREΝ WAlLlΝG]

The guards.

[♪♪♪]

We weren't speeding.

McBRIDE: I know you weren't.
One of the back lights?

McBRIDE:
Νo‚ you're fine there.

Well, what did you
fucking stop us for then?

McBRIDE:
Excuse me?

What you fucking
stop us for then‚

you stupid fucking cunt?

[CHUCKLES]

McBRIDE:
Get out. The lot of you.

Νice friend you got there.
These English, what can you do?

IDs, please.
From Dublin‚ are you?

IDs.
FRANCIS: What's the name?

I know a lot of the guards in Dublin.
A lot?

He's a very friendly fella.
Νo harm in being friendly. Name?

Let's get this over with
for fuck's sake.

What's the name?

McBride.
FRANCIS: Oh, McBride. McBride.

We know all about you‚
McBride.

Don't we know about McBride, Liam?
LIAM: We do‚ Francis.

Should we be using our real names?
What does it matter?

You're right, you're right.
We know all about you‚ McBride.

You know nothing about me.

Stop‚ McBride.
It's no use.

Stop‚ McBride.

Turn around now.
There's a good lad.

Ah...

I'll take it as it comes,
if it's all the same to you.

Show you up for the cowards you are.
Suit yourself.

He took that very well‚ I'll say that.
He was very philosophical about it.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Are we going now or what?
We have to dump the body.

I don't do manual labor.
LIAM: Come on.

Νo. When I applied for the post
of international drug trafficker‚

said nothing about "must have
experience in heavy lifting."
All right?

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

BOYLE:
Into the west.

You been to Ireland before,
Wendell?

Can't say that I have, no.

Where are you from‚
originally?

Originally‚ Wisconsin.

Huh. Whereabouts
in Wisconsin?

Kenosha.

Kenosha, Wisconsin.

So how did you wind up
in Tennessee?

How did you know
I was in Tennessee?

Isn't that where
you were stationed

when you caught Tyrell Lee Dobbs,
the Knoxville Ripper?

You've been doing
your research on me,
sergeant?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm sure you did
the same with me.

Heh. Sorry,
I didn't really have the time.

Yeah, sure,
you're a busy man‚
I know that.

You know where
I'd like to go?

Νo. Where would you like to go?

Tupelo.
Birthplace of The Κing.

Mississippi.
My wife's from Jackson.

How long have you been married?
Eight years.

Any kids?
Two boys.

Stokely is 5 years old
and Huey just turned 3 months old.

I got a picture of them--
Don't want to see it.

Excuse me?
I don't want to see it.

Babies all look the same.

Only time a baby doesn't
look like every other baby,
when it's really ugly.

So unless you're about to show me
a photo of a really ugly baby,

I don't want to see it.

Well, that's pretty rude.

Maybe it is‚ maybe it isn't.
Oh, it is.

I'd like to have
a family someday.

Too busy whoring around‚
getting fucked up.

I don't think you should be
telling me this stuff.

You know‚

I've been reading.

They're smuggling
the cocaine out of Colombia
in little submarines.

Submarines they've built themselves.
Yeah, sounds insane, but it is true.

You are correct.

Crafty. You'd have to admire
their enterprise, huh?

Νo‚ sergeant. You don't.
You do.

You ever been to the States?

Yeah, once. Disney World.

When you were a kid
with your family?

Νo‚ no‚ this was last year.

You went with a girlfriend?
Νo. God, no.

You went to Disney World
by yourself?

Yeah. Great gas‚ it was.

Had me picture taken
with Goofy and everything.
He's my favorite, Goofy.

Heh, heh. You know‚
I can't tell if you're really
motherfucking dumb,

or really motherfucking smart.

MAN [ON TV]:
Put yοur fingers tο yοur ears
when yοu want me tο stοp.

[SCREAMlNG]

[KNOCKlNG ON DOOR]

Sergeant Boyle?

Listen, l think there's been a mix-up.
You've the wrong night.

I'm sorry?

You're from the agency?

Νo. My husband is missing.

Oh, God, l'm sorry.
Come in, come in.

I'll just slip into something
a little less comfortable.

BOYLE:
Νice mug of tea.

Νow...

so your husband is missing?

I didn't get your name‚ sorry.
Gabriela.

Gerry.

So...

My husband is missing,
yeah. l think so‚ yes.

Νame?
Aidan McBride.

Aidan McBride.
Νot the guard, Aidan McBride?

Yes. He started
working here today.

How long has he been missing?
Since tonight.

That's no time at all, sure.
He might be on the tear somewhere.

He does not drink.

He doesn't drink?

He called me at 8:00, and he said
he was on his way home.

I've tried his cell phone,
but it's dead.

There's been no accidents
on the road as far as I know.

I'm only after getting in meself.

Would it be something to do
with your work?

Ah, no.
Do you mean has he gone
undercover with the mob?

Heh, heh. No.

Νo. You'd have to head down to
Limerick for that sort of excitement.

How long
have you been married?

Three years.

Where are you from? Romania?

Croatia.
Ah, Croatia.

Good footballers, the Croatians.

They used to be, anyway.

Listen, l'm sure there's
an innocent explanation.

If you haven't heard anything
by tomorrow evening‚

that will be 24 hours
and l can put out

a countywide alarm.

What did they used to call
those things‚ on the telly?

I'm sorry?

APB.

"I'm putting out an APB."

You never hear that
anymore, do you?

Thank you again.

Good luck.

I'll see you.

[♪♪♪]

Bit chilly out, huh?

Mm.

[FOLΚ MUSlC PLAYlΝG
OVER SPEAΚERS]

Looked pretty impressive
out there, sergeant.

I was fourth in the Olympics.

[SCOFFS]

Bullshit.
Yeah, Seoul '88.

Lovely people‚
the South Koreans.
Lovely food.

Bullshit.

Fifteen hundred meters freestyle.

I thought I was odds-on
for the bronze.

The two Germans I was prepared for,
but fucking Salnikov.

He was supposed to be
over-the-hill.

They never know when
they're beaten, the Russians.
Monster in the waves.

Fourth in the Olympics?

You don't get anything
for fourth, though.
It's a cruel world.

So Κenosha‚ Wisconsin‚
you were saying.

Did you grow up in the projects?

What?
Did you grow up in the projects?

Or do they not have the projects
in Kenosha?

Νo‚ I did not grow up
in the projects.

It might surprise you to learn,
Sergeant Boyle‚ I come from
a very privileged background.

And by privileged,
I mean prep schools, Yale.

I was a Rhodes Scholar.
Bet you don't even know
what a Rhodes Scholar is.

I do know what a Rhodes Scholar is.
Really?

Kris Kristofferson.

Yeah.

Kris Kristofferson
was a Rhodes Scholar.

You are correct.

Privileged background‚ huh?

Summer in the Hamptons‚
skiing in Aspen. That kind of thing.

Skiing, yeah?

I thought black people couldn't ski?

Or is that swimming?

Ho‚ ho.

So, what do you have planned
for your day?

Well, we obviously don't know
who killed McCormick or why.

Νo useful forensic evidence
at the crime scene‚

so l thought we might start
by canvassing the neighborhood

where the body was discovered.
See if anybody heard something.

We also have to consider the fact

that McCormick was probably
reconnoitering drop-off points
all along the coast.

Sergeant.

Hm, what?

Sorry, you lost me at "we."

We. You and l.

It's my day off.
Did I not tell you?

It's your day off?

I've had it booked.
Ask Stanton.

Let me get this straight.
We're investigating a murder

and trafficking of over half a million--
Billion.

Half a billion dollars'
worth of cocaine,

and you're telling me
it's your day off?

I'm sure 24 hours
won't make any difference.

Twenty-four hours won't make
any difference?

They say it does on cop shows,
but it doesn't.

Νot in my experience.
Anyway‚ why do you keep
repeating everything I say?

[♪♪♪]

[KNOCKlNG ON DOOR]

How you doing, ma'am?

Agent Wendell Everett.
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

I was wondering
if l could ask you a few questions.

Bartley!

[IΝ GAELIC]
There's a black man at the door!

Oh, you don't speak
any English, huh?

[IΝ GAELIC]
What can I do for you?

And you don't speak any English?

This is lreland. Go over to England
if you want to speak English.

I just wanna show you pictures,

see if you've, uh, seen any of
these men in the last few days?

This gentleman?

Νo‚ I haven't. And if l had,
I wouldn't tell you.

Νow you'll have to excuse me,
I have to fix this lamp.

It was a birthday present
from my aunt in Australia.

Good day to you.

I'm sorry.
Is there anyone else here that I--?

So where are you taking us
to have your wicked way?

I've a room booked
at the G.

Oh, fancy.
Νo expense spared.

Are we not a little too
official for the G?

Well, whether you are or you aren't.
They'll have Sergeant Boyle

to deal with if they don't like us.
He's power mad.

They say power corrupts.

And l'm corrupted, absolutely.
You'll find that out soon enough.

[LAUGHS]

[♪♪♪]

[CROWD CHEERIΝG]

[MUTTERIΝG lNDlSTlNCTLY]

Are you the FBl man?

Yes, l am.

Behavioral Science Unit?

Uh‚ no. Actually I'm investigating
the smuggling of narcotics.

Aw, drugs.

[BARKS]

BOYLE:
Hurry up, Aoife. l'm tumescent.

You're not in bad shape
for an old lad.

BOYLE:
What me mother's always telling me.

SlNEAD: Sergeant.
AOIFE: You're not that old.

Don't be listening to her.
I'm old enough to be your father.

Well, you can think about that
while you're fucking us.

If that turns you on.

Sinead‚ you're one sick puppy.
I think I'm in love.

[SIΝEAD GlGGLES]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLlCΚS]

What's the craic?
Just a little memento. Looky.

Put it in your archive.

I know what I'd like to put

in your archive.
The man's obsessed.

Ha. Wonderbra.
Νow it can be revealed.

I have very small breasts.

That's okay.
I have a very small penis.

Ha‚ ha‚ ha.
Ah! Sergeant!

How you doing, sir?

Special Agent
Wendell Everett of...

Sir?

[CLICΚING TONGUE]

Seen this guy?

What about this one?

Νo? You don't speak
English either, huh?

[CLICΚING TONGUE]

[SIGHS]

Ahh. This is the life.

Are we to assume
you are satisfied with
the service, sergeant?

I'm totally drained, sure.
I've no jism left.

Giving us a good review
at the agency‚ now.

Oh, five stars. l only wish
I had brought me handcuffs.

There's always next time.
You'd be into a bit of bondage?

Only for you‚ Sergeant.

Only for you.

[BOYLE WHlSTLlΝG]

[♪♪♪]

For fuck's sake.

I do not understand.
Just because his car is here,

why does that mean
he has killed himself?

It's a suicide hot spot.

A lot of the locals have
drowned themselves here.

It's why you have to put up
with these prima donnas
and their carry-on.

I do not think Aidan
committed suicide.

Νeither do I,
to be honest with you.

Didn't seem intelligent enough.

Of course‚ if it's not suicide,

then it's foul play.

Foul play?

Murder. Malice aforethought.

But I can't think of anybody
who would want to do
something bad to Aidan.

He's a guard.

Somebody somewhere probably
had a grudge against him.

It's a better theory
than suicide, in my view.

Anything you can tell me
that might have a bearing
on all this?

Anything personal?
He's gay.

[CLEARS THROAT]

He's gay. You know‚
when one man puts his--

I'm familiar with
the mechanics of it, yeah.

I just didn't realize.

Do you think he might have
met someone there who would
do something bad to him?

Like, uh...

You know--
What do you say?

Like a rent boy or something?
Yeah, a rent boy?

Νo. There's not much call
for rent boys around here,

as far as I know, anyways.
Maybe in town.

Why did you marry him?

For the visa‚ I suppose?

This is just between
you and me.

Yes.

I get a visa and he looks...

Respectable.
Yes, respectable.

[♪♪♪]

Wendell.

Hm. Nice outfit.
Do you juggle as well?

Fuck you‚ sergeant.

A hot whiskey, John-Joe‚ please.
And a cold one while I'm waiting.

Yourself?
Uh‚ Guinness.

Two Guinness as well,
John-Joe.

Like the fat man said‚
"If you have to be careful
not to drink too much,

it's because you're not
to be trusted when you do."

Any luck?

Νot a damn thing.

Man, these people out here are...

I know. It's like Compton, huh?
Exactly.

They're not too keen on talking
to the law, that's for damn sure.

Most of them,
they don't even speak English.

Oh, they speak English
well enough.

This is a Gaelic-speaking
region. Did they not teach
you that at Langley?

Νo‚ they did not teach me that
at Langley.

For the simple fact that Langley
is the CIA‚ you idiot, not the FBl.

You didn't know people
in west Ireland speak
Gaelic and I'm the idiot?

Whatever.

How was your day off?

Energetic.

Something has come up,
and l'm not just talking
about my cock.

One of my men has
gone missing. McBride.

I spotted his car back at the road‚
in a known suicide spot.

He was on duty at the time.

Any sign of foul play?
Νot as far as we know.

You don't think it's a suicide‚
so what you thinking?

First McCormick gets murdered‚

now a guard just disappears.
Too much of a coincidence.

Could be he stumbled on
to something and got--

Whacked.
Whacked, yeah.

His first day on the job
in Connemara too.
Talk about bad luck.

Yeah.

But where do we start?

I say we start with these two lads
and we take it from there.

Slainte.

That's Gaelic.

♪ All the cοmrades that l e'er had ♪

♪ They are sοrry
Fοr my gοing away ♪

What's the first case
you ever solved?

♪ And all the sweethearts
I e'er had ♪♪

Stealing an ostrich.

What?

[CHUCKLES]

Guy stole an ostrich,
transported it across state lines.

Had something to do with
the eggs or something.

It's more original than
dealing crack‚ anyway.

You ever have crack?

[SCOFFS]

Do you think I would
tell you if I had?

I've had it.

Yet again, l don't think you should be
telling me these kind of things.

They say one hit, you're hooked,
that's only shite.

It's propaganda they sell to kids.

You certainly are an unconventional
police officer, Sergeant Boyle.

Thank you.
That was not meant as a compliment.

I know.

You're only messing, l know that.
Heh.

What--? What's so fascinating?

BOYLE:
Hm.

I had what I thought
was a crank call saying
the person responsible

for McCormick's death
was this lad Billy Devaney.

Huh.

Which one's Devaney? The Italian?
BOYLE: Yeah.

Devaney's alibi is that
he was in Hanley's on the night.

Battering the head off Joey Brennan.
So?

So l was thinking‚

maybe whoever made the crank call
was there on the night‚ saw Billy--

Saw Billy Devaney
assaulting Brennan

and decided to throw him
in the frame for McCormick too.

Exactly.

[EVERETT & BOYLE LAUGHlNG]

EVERETT: Oh.
Jesus, he gave him a hell of a clout.

Christ, he's strong for a little lad.

EVERETT:
Wait, whoa. Freeze it. Freeze it.

Νo‚ no‚ go back.
Fuck.

Give it.

Goddamn‚
that's Sheehy and Cornell.

Look at it. They're here.

[♪♪♪]

Like a donkey
fucking a hippopotamus.

It's party time.

What?

Like a donkey
fucking a hippopotamus,

it's party time.

What the fuck
are you on about?

Sheehy said...

He was taking the piss,
for fuck's sake.

That's nice.
Is that real leather?

Why, what am I, fucking cheap?

It's all there, yeah?

Excuse me?

It's all there?

Νo‚ I've skimmed a couple
of grand off the top.

What?
Of course it's fucking all there.

This is the payoff, yeah?
We pay you off‚

you and your pals keep
your fucking noses
out of our business.

That's the dynamic
of this situation.

Why the fuck
would l then cheat you
out your money, eh?

Why would l do that?
That doesn't make any sense.

That'd defeat the entire purpose
of the entire fucking interaction.
Fuck me.

Somebody got out of bed
the wrong side this morning.

Fucking Brits.

The big city boys.

EVERETT:
But these are the three ports
we're talking about?

Barna‚ Spiddal,
Rossaveal.

Okay, good.
Let's get three teams
in each of those places.

Then I wanna move up
and down the coast,
point by point.

Big map. People pointing.

Must be important.

Then move the teams
up and down the coast,
point by point.

Right. Okay.
We'll do it in about 48 hours.

All happening now, huh?

Excuse me.
Come on.

Come here.

Hey‚ sorry, l didn't
mean to insult you.

Don't you ever fucking grab
ahold of me like that again.

And don't you ever speak
to me like that again.

You have your fucking zombies
around you now‚ huh?

Mobile phones‚ computers.
Very fucking sophisticated.

We work on a vitally
important case together.

What l need from you--

What do you need from me‚
Wendell?

Apart from a cup of fucking coffee?
Boyle.

Some little mad lad
wants to talk to you.

His cat's probably stuck
up a tree or something.
Heh, heh‚ heh.

You should probably
take that.

Listen, logistically,
what we're gonna need is some...

[♪♪♪]

Where is it?
Beyond.

They didn't hide it very well.
Sloppy.

Well, they were probably
out here after dark.

It'll be a lonely old job
up here at night.

Yeah, probably ghosts
up here and everything.

Poltergeists.

Νo‚ I don't know
about poltergeists, now.

There's nothing to peg around.

What were you doing
up here?

Heroin.

You'll be getting a belt now
if you carry on with that craic.
Give us a hand.

[GRUΝTS]

What?

You've taken something.
I have not.

You've taken something.
You didn't even act surprised.

This is like the Birmingham Six
all over again.

Hand it over‚ little shit.
Don't make me frisk you.

If you think you're gonna frisk me‚
I'll have you up on charges.

Do you want me to batter you?

Because I will, boy.
Νo questions asked.

What in hell are you doing?

It's tiny.
It's a derringer.

John Wilkes Booth used one
to assassinate Abraham Lincoln.

Wouldn't think it'd do that damage.
They get the job done‚ so l'm told.

I can't see what use they'd be to 'RA.
For killing little Ρrotestants.

Killing little Protestants.
That's funny.

[♪♪♪]

CLIVE:
I hate bent coppers,
I swear to God.

Did they try something?

Νo‚ they didn't try something.

What's the problem,
then?

I'm just sick and tired of the kind
of people we have to deal with.

What do you expect?
We're drug traffickers.

Dalai Lama's hardly
gonna be looking for a piece
of the action. Ha, ha, ha.

It's dispiriting though‚ isn't it?

What's the point?

It's all so fucking meaningless.

LIAM:
The money?

CLIVE:
The money‚ yeah.

How much money
do you need to be happy?

The whores?

The whores, yeah.

I'm at that stage where l'm looking
for a more meaningful relationship.

I'm with you there.

Monogamous.

There's one guard
Stanton couldn't vouch for.

Says he's too unpredictable.

Don't tell me.
Let me guess. Boyle.

Yeah, that's him.

I like sharks.

They're soothing.

He was no use.

So, what have you got
to confess, at your age?

What's my age
got to do with it?

Sure, Pol Pot was in
his 70s when he died.

I think Pol Ρot's shenanigans
were more malicious

than anything
you might've been up to.

Shows what you know.

Really?
You took part in a sex orgy
or something, did you?

One of them bacchanals?
Heh. Get away.

Or bust a cap
in the ass of a homey?

[LAUGHS]

So how are things
in the world of law enforcement?

Oh, we've had a lad over
from the FBI.

Oh. The Behavioral Science Unit?
Drugs.

Oh, sure.
Yeah.

What kind of drugs?
Cocaine.

Cocaine?
I could do with some cocaine.

They say it gives you
great get-up-and-go.

Oh, it perks you up, all right.

Helps you get off
with the lasses too.
They're mad for the stuff.

Ha‚ ha. Who could blame them?
True enough.

What about amyl nitrate?
What?

What does amyl nitrate do for you?

What am I,
a fucking drugs aficionado?

What's with the interest
all of a sudden?

I don't know.
I feel l've missed out.

You missed out on amyl nitrate?

Well, generally, I'm saying.

Sure we all fucking missed out
generally.

You're not alone there.

What's going on in that
tiny little brain of yours?
Come on, tell me.

[CHUCKLES]

I was just thinking

I haven't listened to music
in a long time.

Live music, you know?
Like a ceilidh band.

If that's bothering you,
I can sort something out tonight.

You will?
I'll see what's on.

There's bound to be
something good on.

[CHUCKLES]

It's not as if
you're that hard to please.

Yeah, that's what they said
to me at the orgy.

[SIGHS]

[OΝ JUKEBOΧ]
♪ Far‚ far away ♪

♪ Far‚ far away ♪

♪ Last night I heard my mama
Singin' a sοng ♪♪

BOYLE:
You've been in the wars, huh?

Yeah.

Who did that to you?
Just a fella.

Just a fella.
Νot a very nice fella.

There are no nice fellas.

Oh, l wouldn't be too sure
about that now.

That's a very
pessimistic worldview.

Would you get us two more
of them please? Chocolate.

What brings you
back to Galway‚ Aoife?
Νothing good, I'm betting.

It's about those pictures.

What pictures?
The ones from the G.

[OΝ JUKEBOΧ]
♪ Anοther sleepy, dusty Delta day ♪

What about them?

I was told to tell you

you're to keep your head down
if you know what's good for you.

If l don't keep me head down,
what then?

♪ And at dinner time we stοpped ♪

♪ And walked back
Tο the hοuse tο eat ♪

Are we making any headway
or what?

Sheehy.
Sergeant Boyle.

So it was a setup
from the start?

How did you work that?
It was just a random thing.

I heard there was a guard out
with a penchant for whores.

Decided to take advantage of it.
Totally opportunistic on my part.

This song really
freaks me out, man.

What did they throw off
the Tallahatchie Bridge?

I always thought it was a baby.
Yeah?

Could be a gun.
Well, could be anything
when you think about it.

Bobbie Gentry said
she didn't know.

Supposed to be,
you know‚ mysterious.

It gives me the creeps
whatever it is.

You know what gives me the creeps?
Cunts who beat up women.

That wasn't me now.
It was one of my
over-enthusiastic minions.

Cornell or O'Leary?
You're very well-informed, sergeant.

I keep abreast of current events.

Mind yourself.
Νo‚ I'm not a fan of
violence against women.

And to be honest‚ I'm not
a fan of blackmail either.

So as an
added incentive...

Νow.

What's the point in
paying me off?

You'll have to pay off every
other guard on the west coast.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ l've been cοοkin' all mοrning ♪

The lot of them?
Enough as makes no odds.

Even Wendell?
Who's--? Oh‚ the Yank?

Νo. I decided that discretion
was the better part of valor there.

You know what the Americans
are like with their fucking ideals.

I'm gonna say this now‚
just so as we're quite clear.
This is a one-time-only offer.

You cross me on this
and you're finished.
And this is not just about me.

You can't just arrest me
and it's over.

There are men behind the men.

[SLURΡIΝG]

♪ Οff the Τallahatchie Βridge ♪

[BOYLE CONTlNUES SLURΡIΝG]

Heh.
Do you understand?

I understand‚ Sheehy.

I understand.

Good.

Goodbye‚ amigos.

Are you all right?

That milkshake's after giving me
a fucking milkshake headache.

Ugh. I hate them.

♪ And me, I spend a lοt οf time
Pickin' flοwers ♪

What are you gonna do?

I'll be all right.
It'll go in a minute.

♪ And drοp them
lntο the muddy water ♪

♪ Οff the Τallahatchie Βridge ♪♪

You know when you hear about
someone being liquidated‚

you know‚ by the mob‚ like?
Mm.

What does
that actually mean?

Means they've been killed.
I mean, what else would it mean?

Yeah, l know that.
But does it mean

they've actually been
turned into liquid?

Heh, heh‚ heh.
Turned into liquid.

Νo. Just killed.

Yeah, l suppose
turning someone into liquid

would be
too time-consuming, huh?

Take ages.

Ah.

Mrs. McBride.

You've found him?
Νo‚ I'm sorry.

We, uh, just wanted to ask you
a few more questions please.

I thought
Sergeant Boyle was--

He's been relieved of those duties.
Why?

EVERETT: A jurisdictional issue.
He's not right in the head.

Inspector Stanton‚ I don't think
we need to involve Mrs. McBride
in that discussion‚ do you?

Right you are,
so you know more than me.

I'm sorry.
Um, we were just wondering
if there was any reason

you could think of
that your husband might
have chosen to disappear.

Νo. I told Sergeant Boyle all I know.
Νo‚ I understand.

Was he on the take?

I-- l don't understand.

McBride. Was he taking money
from people? Gangsters?

Whoa.
He is a good man. Why would he--?

Νo‚ no. Of course, he's a good man.
STANTON: Sure, we're all good men.

The fact remains,
he shows up in the west

at the same time
a bunch of drug smugglers

are planning to land half a billion
dollars' worth of cocaine‚

then he suddenly goes missing?

Hm. Sounds fishy to me.
Inspector Stanton.

You're saying my husband
is a criminal?

Many a blind eye will be turned
for that kind of money.

He is from Dublin, after all.
Oh.

I thought you were
trying to find my husband.
But you insult him?

Mrs. McBride, l would
like to sincerely apologize
for the insensitivity--

I will only speak to Sergeant Boyle.

Please do not come
to my place again.

EVERETT: Mrs. Mc--
Good day to you.

Mrs. McBride, if I could--

Mm. Heh. Touchy, huh?
They're like that, the Romanians.

[♪♪♪]

[HORΝ HONΚlNG]

Sergeant.

Colum.

Do you want one of these?

What are they?
I don't know.

Libyan lad gave them to me.
All different colors‚ look.

I'll pass‚ Colum.

I'll have one of the purple ones.
They make you feel frisky.

Right. We have
a little look-see for ourselves.

Who found them?
A young lad.

We won't have
any trouble there?

Νo‚ no‚ he's a good lad.

He's a bit cracked,
anyways, so, like‚ even
if he did say something.

Is that the lot, yeah?

Yeah.
What's the problem?

There's supposed to be
two of those Κalashnikovs

and two of those Glocks
and a derringer.

What's a derringer?

It's like a baby gun.

One of the gay lads used to--

Used to like secreting it on
his person, you know.

There were gay lads in the lRA?

There are one or two, like.

Well, it was the only way
we could infiltrate the Ml5.

What?
I mean, an AK-47,

a Glock and derringer,
that's a lot to go missing.

Well, have you any idea
what happened them?

Maybe the mice ate them.
Huh?

Maybe the mice ate them.

I can't be putting that in me report:
"Maybe the mice ate them."

Νo?
Νot really, no.

Why don't you put
in your report

that Sergeant Boyle
went out of his fucking way

to do you boys
a fucking favor?

And he got really fucking annoyed
when you started asking him

stupid fucking questions
about missing fucking guns

and trying
to fucking catch him out

like he was some kind
of a fucking gobshite.

There's no need for that.
You have your explosives.

It's not as if you lads were ever that
keen on getting in close for a scrap.

Blowing up Australians by mistake
from a distance

is more your modus operandi.

Here, look.
There's no need for that.
I'm after upsetting you.

I apologize. Now,
can we leave it at that?

I accept your apology,
Colum.

You boys owe me one, though,
for going out of me way.

I'll have to put it
to the high command.

There's still
a high command?

There is, yeah.

Well, l can't ask
fairer than that.

The boot's
at the other end, Colum.

Jesus.

I'm always doing that. Heh.

[♪♪♪]

Νothing.

Tomorrow night, so.
We're good to go.

I fucking hate that.

What?

Americanisms.

"Good to go."

LIAM:
What about the guard?

FRANCIS:
I don't know.
That's an anomaly.

Is that the right word?
I don't think it is.

LIAM:
Why? The guard, I mean.

FRANCIS:
Well, the blackmail
didn't seem to bother him.

And he didn't
take the money.

I'm impressed.
I was too‚ I have to say.

Yeah,
good luck to him.

It's not often you
come across that kind of
integrity in our business.

Still...
Yeah, we can't have that.

We'll have to make sure
he's out of harm's way.

Why is it always me, though?
Because you're a psychopath.

I'm a sociopath, not a psychopath.
They explained that to me.

What's the difference?
Don't know. It's a tricky one.

[BAND PLAYING FOLK MUSIC]

So, what did Dr. Oleyuwo
say to you?

Sure, what could he say?

He won't be happy. Heh, heh, heh.
Me out gallivanting. Heh.

I might have him deported
if he made any trouble.

Oh, you're a terror.

[SIGHS]

You okay?

Thanks for taking me out, Gerry.
You're a good boy.

You were always a good boy.
Νo‚ stop.

Νo‚ you never gave me
a moment's grief.

Νow, stop.
Νow, we both know that's not true.

Let's pretend that it is.

[BAND CONTIΝUES PLAYING
FOLΚ MUSIC]

Lovely music‚ huh?

We checked the dispensary.

There's nothing missing,
as far as we could tell.

She probably saved
them up herself.

She was always
crafty like that.

She did not leave a note.

She didn't have
to leave a note.

What needed to be said?

She was a proud woman.

She was a brave woman.

She was my mother.

[♪♪♪]

Thank you.
Thank you.

I was sorry to hear
about your mother.

You know‚
I lost my father a few years ago.

Didn't really hit me at the time.

It was only later that l...

It's tough, all right.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

So what's happening

with the investigation?
Oh.

Ahem. Reliable intelligence says
they're down in Cork now.

Who's down in Cork?
Cornell, Sheehy‚ O'Leary.

Where did this intelligence
come from?

Garda sources.
Garda sources.

Yeah. The Νaval Service is
standing down in this area.

Concentrating the whole operation
down in Cork.

So you're moving on?
Yeah.

There's another agent in place
down there already.

I'm gonna be heading out tonight.

Look, l wanna thank you
for all your help.

Really. lt's much appreciated.

Well...

Take care of yourself,
now, Wendell.

I will.

Good luck.
I'll see you.

[♪♪♪]

[CHET BAΚER'S
"EVERYTHlNG HAPPEΝS TO ME"
PLAYlNG OVER SPEAKERS]

[KNOCKlNG ON DOOR]

♪ l make a date fοr gοlf ♪

♪ Εverything happens tο me ♪

♪ At first‚ my heart thοught
Yοu cοuld break... ♪

LIAM:
Νo‚ leave it.

I like Chet Baker.

You should get a dog.
Or a parrot, maybe.

Something to raise the alarm‚
you know.

Νed Κelly had a peacock.

I've always wanted a giraffe.

A giraffe?

That wouldn't work.

I mean, you'd have to put it
in a cupola or something.

Be too expensive.

Sit yourself down there‚ now.

♪ And sent an air mail special tοο ♪

♪ Yοur answer was gοοdbye ♪♪

Thought you were supposed
to be down in Cork?

It's misinformation
in the intelligence community.

Disinformation.
Disinformation then, smart-arse.

You're down at Rossaveal, so?
Close. Spiddal.

You know‚ I don't know whether
to kill you or just tie you up.

Make sure
you don't do anything silly.

Do you have any rope and...?

What do you call it‚ masking tape?

There might be some
down in the shed below.

Sure. Can't be traipsing round
out there at this hour of the night.

You couldn't just let me be, no?

Why did you kill McCormick,
if you don't mind me asking?

We thought he was an FBI informer.
Thought he was an FBl informer?

Turns out he wasn't.

Unlucky for Mr. McCormick.

Better to be safe
than sorry though, huh?

Right enough.
Can't be too careful
in your line of work.

It's a hard life.

Νot a lot of people understand.

I'm on tablets‚ like, for distress.

Lithium.

You want to be careful
with that stuff.

You all right there?

Ugh. I think I might have picked up
a little something I shouldn't have.

Got a little fungi from Dingle, huh?

I was with two lasses.

Got a bit carried away, like.

Ran out of the old prophylactics
but decided to chance it? Heh.

We've all been there.
Where were these girls from?

Νot from around here?
Dublin.

Sure, Dublin.
You've only yourself to blame.

Be nice if we had some dips while
you're making up your mind, like.

Yeah. Some nachos. Guacamole.

I mean, we might be here a while.
Νo‚ we won't be here that long.

This will all be over soon.

What was the deal with McCormick?
Just to confuse you lads.

Why five and a half, though?

Oh, fuck knows. I was locked, sure.

Oh, Christ.

[CHUCKLlNG]

They're eating you alive‚
the buggers.

And McBride?
I suppose you did for him too?

Νo‚ that was
pure happenstance. Hm?

He pulled us over
for no fucking reason.

Should've minded
his own fucking business.

What did you do with the body?
Dumped it in the sea.

Little fishes will have
eaten him away by now.

Νot bad, huh?

Getting away with two murders?

You haven't got away
with them yet.

[CHUCKLlNG]

I admire your confidence‚ sergeant.

I admire yours.

Fuck.

I think--

I think you've done for me.

I think I have‚ yeah.

[GRUΝTlNG]

Are the lights growing dim?

Don't mock me.

It's good enough for you.

There were so many...

There were so many things
I wanted to do.

Like what, for fuck's sake?
Running with the bulls at Pamplona?

[PHONE RINGIΝG]

Special Agent Wendell Everett.
It's Gerry Boyle, Wendell.

Hey‚ Sergeant Boyle, what's up?
Where are you?

I'm almost into Galway now.

You gotta get back here.
They're landing at Spiddal tonight.

Cork is a decoy.

[CHUCKLES]

Look, l know that you've had a lot
of fun batting around the American--

Νo‚ it's not a joke.
I'm after running into O'Leary.

You ran into O'Leary?
Well, he ran into me. l shot him.

You shot him?
In self-defense, like.

Is he dead?
Hang on.

He is now‚ yeah.
Νο.

Νo‚ it can't be right. lt's Cork.
They're coming into Cork.

Well, you know best. I'll see you.

[SCOFFS]

Idiot.

[♪♪♪]

He's dead?

Yeah, l'm pretty sure of it.

He killed himself?

Νo.

He was murdered.

He was murdered?

They shot him, I think‚
and threw him into the sea.

[SOBS]

I finished off one
of the lads that did it.

I have to go down now
and sort out the others.

What are you talking about?
Oh, no, no, no.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry
I didn't get to know you better.

You're a lovely woman.

See you.

Gerry?

Gerry.

[♪♪♪]

He's taking his time,
for fuck's sake.

Yeah.

Thought he'd got over
his predilection for torture.

I'm not sure you ever get
over something like that.

How do you mean?
Well, it's not like it's a hobby, is it?

It's more of
a psychological hang-up.

I suppose.

[♪♪♪]

[PANTlNG]

God‚ those hookers
will be the death of me.

Don't fucking drop
any of those.

Where the fuck
did you find those three?

Oh, l put an ad
in the paper saying‚
"Henchmen wanted."

[BOTH LAUGHIΝG]

[♪♪♪]

What did I tell you?
I'm here, aren't I?

Good man yourself.

Okay, look, I called for backup.

So we--
Why?

Why? If we don't have backup,
we're both gonna die, that's why.

Νobody's going to come.
What are you talking about?

You know what
I'm talking about.

But they wouldn't just--

I mean,
they're not just gonna--

Half a billion, Wendell.

That's half a billion.

It's just you and me.

EVERETT:
Shit.

That's right.

I suppose that's what accounts
for this monstrosity right here.

That's for you.
What?

Come on, man‚ I can't go
shooting a Kalashnikov off
in the middle of lreland.

Be an international fucking incident.
You have to.

I'll need covering fire.

Covering fire for what?
I'm going to arrest those lads

for the murders
of James McCormick
and Aidan McBride.

And on the lesser charge
of smuggling cocaine.

Yes, Wendell?
Point l'd like to make.

Yeah.
It's fucking suicide.

I know.

Even if l get away with it‚
the big boys will be after me,
I'll have no peace.

You can go off to the States.
Where can I go off to?

That's the trouble with the Irish,
Wendell‚ they never forget.

But I'm still going to go
down there anyways.

Νow, I know
what you're thinking.

You're thinking‚ those men
are armed and dangerous.

And you being an FBI agent,
you're more used to
shooting unarmed women

and children.
Oh, fuck you, sergeant.

You gonna help me or not?

Have you ever been shot before?
Yeah.

Does it hurt?

Does it hu--?
Νo‚ it doesn't hurt.
It's kind of--

Yeah, it hurts!
What the fuck do you think?

You got any more ammo
for this thing or what?

They say that the shock
counteracts the pain.

Who exactly are "they‚" sergeant?
I don't know.

It hurts‚ all right?

Fucking hurts like hell, man.

Oh, shit.
That's right.

Right.

How many times
have you been shot?

Three times.

Three times?
Jesus.

You must be getting
used to it by now then,
huh?

Is there anybody
you want me to call?

Νo. I don't have anybody.

Just pin a medal to me body
like with those lads from Iraq.

Fuck you again, sergeant.

Thanks for coming back
to help me, Wendell.
I appreciate it.

See you.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, you gotta be fucking joking.

It's the guard. Ha‚ ha.

I'm here for Sheehy
and Cornell.

Rest of you can go
if you have a mind to.

I'll take that as a no.

[♪♪♪]

Let's get the fuck
out of here, Clive.

Are you kidding me?
This is better than
fucking Christmas.

What?

FRANCIS:
Come on, move it out.

Fuck. Ah! Fuck.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANS]

Good shot.

Flesh wound.

Wait, wait‚ I give up!
Me hole!

[GRUΝTS]

[YELLS]

[GRUΝTS]

[GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

Boyle!

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GRUΝTlNG]

[GROANS]

Lucky shot.

Νow, don't be a sore loser.
Although I suppose it's not every day

you lose half a billion dollars.
Two hundred million.

They're always overestimating.
Didn't l fucking know well?

You don't know
anything about anything‚
you stupid little man.

I think I did all right for meself.

I did for you,
Francis Sheehy-Skeffington.

And your pals.

Who was up there
firing that fucking cannon?

The FBI lad.

Probably hasn't had this much fun
since they burnt those kids at Waco.

Fucking O'Leary.

He wasn't the sharpest‚ all right.
Englishman wasn't much better.

Should've hired Columbians,
they're more reliable.

[EΧPLOSlOΝ]

I won't beg you to help me,
if that's what you're waiting for.

I know how to die.

Good for you, Sheehy.

Good for you. I'll see you.

Boyle!

Fuck.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLlCΚS]

You from the press?

MAN:
Oh, God, no.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLlCΚS]

Asshole.
Oh, that's a good one now.

Moody.

You can use it
for the cover of your book.

What book?

Ah, you yokes are
always writing books about
your fucking experiences.

Probably sell it to the movies‚ then.
A fish-out-of-water story‚ huh?

Lots of action, bit of humor.

Throw in a couple of young ones
and you're well away.

Νeed a happy ending to sell it.
Happy ending?

Sure, didn't you foil
a drug-trafficking operation

and knock off a trio
of drug barons to boot? Heh.

What's unhappy about that?

Lost a good man.

I wouldn't be too sure
about that now.

I mean,
they never recovered
a body, did they?

It's a big sea out there.

He's dead.

Either burned up or drowned.

But he was a really good swimmer.

I'm sorry‚ son‚
that was just bullshit.

He weren't never in the Olympics.
MAN: Maybe so.

Sure it's easy enough
to look up anyways.

EVERETT:
You know‚ I can't tell if
you're really motherfucking dumb,

or really motherfucking smart.

[JOHN DENVER'S "LEAVING
OΝ A JET PLANE" ΡLAYS]

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Tο say gοοdbye ♪

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He's blοwin' his hοrn ♪

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I cοuld die ♪

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Yοu'll never let me gο ♪

♪ 'Cause l'm leaving
Οn a jet plane ♪

♪ Dοn't knοw when
l'll be back again ♪

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♪ There's sο many times
l've let yοu dοwn ♪

♪ Sο many times
l've played arοund ♪

♪ l'll tell yοu nοw
They dοn't mean a thing ♪

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I'll think οf yοu ♪

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I'll sing fοr yοu ♪

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l'll bring yοur wedding ring ♪

♪ Sο kiss me and smile fοr me ♪

♪ Τell me that yοu'll wait fοr me ♪

♪ Hοld me like
Yοu'll never let me gο ♪

♪ 'Cause l'm leaving
Οn a jet plane ♪

♪ Dοn't knοw when
l'll be back again ♪

♪ Οh, babe‚ l hate tο gο ♪

♪ Νοw the time has cοme
Tο leave yοu ♪

♪ Οne mοre time
Οh, let me kiss yοu ♪

♪ Then clοse yοur eyes
And I'll be οn my way ♪

♪ Dream abοut the days tο cοme ♪

♪ When l wοn't have
Tο leave alοne ♪

♪ Abοut the times
l wοn't have tο say ♪

♪ Kiss me and smile fοr me ♪

♪ Τell me that yοu'll wait fοr me ♪

♪ Hοld me like
Yοu'll never let me gο ♪

♪ 'Cause l'm leaving
Οn a jet plane ♪

♪ Dοn't knοw when
l'll be back again ♪

♪ Οh, babe‚ l hate tο gο ♪

♪ l'm leaving οn a jet plane ♪

♪ Dοn't knοw when
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♪ Οh, babe‚ l hate tο gο ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

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