All language subtitles for Outsider-webrarbg

MAN:
Some fell by the wayside.

Some died with a stranger.

And wise men have told us
their cause was a failure.

But they loved
dear old Ireland.

And they...

They never feared danger.

I passed on my way.

God be praised
that I met her.

Be my life long or short.

[ birds chirping ]

[ indistinct chattering ]

[ static over radio ]

MAN 1 [ over radio ]:
All clear.

Okay, Michael. In we go.

MAN 2:
Okay, lads, out.

Long or short, Mr. Flynn?

Well, it was such
a short one last time.

[ timer ticking ]

[ gunshot ]

Land rover!

Into the car, quick!

Encountering fire.
Sector D3.

[ gunfire ]

MICHAEL:
Who's that?

MR. TWEENY:
My son.

The Royal Ulster Constabulary
killed him in 1957.

[ kettle whistling ]

The old man was in the IRA too.
Fought the Tans.

Where did you see action,
Mr. Tweeny?

Where did you fight the Tans,
Mr. Tweeny?

Cork.

So did was my grandfather.

Third brigade.
Tom Barry's outfit.

EMMET:
So was he.

Did you know
Seamus Flaherty?

He was at Kilmichael
when they ambushed

the Auxiliaries.

No, I didn't, young fella.

Still in Cork, is he?

No, he went to America.

But he's still alive, though.
Still a good Irishman.

Seamus Flaherty.

You sure you don't remember
that name?

EMMET:
His mind is gone.

MICHAEL:
You don't remember him?

Do you know Billy?

My son Billy?

He is a volunteer, you know.

Brave lad, he is.

No, I--

No, I don't.
I don't know him.

Not yet anyway.

Brave lad.

Here, I'll take it
for a while.

No, no. I'm fine.

[ engine roaring ]

Down!

Bastards.

Let's get the wires
back across the border.

Why did your grandfather
ever leave?

MICHAEL:
He had too.

He shot a policeman
during the truce.

EMMET:
Here we go.

Damn this weather.

Can't tell if
it's an army truck or not.

In Nam, a whole village
just went up in a ball of napalm

for less excuse than that.

Why did you enlist?

I thought I'd be fighting
for my country.

[ scoffs ]

[ music playing
over speaker ]

You know what Pat told me
the other day?

He said there'd been
more battles lost in the pubs

than in the field.

You're a good lad, Michael.

I'll tell you the truth.

When you joined the unit,
nobody really wanted you.

You know,
an American and all that.

This isn't your war.

But you've done all right,
Michael.

You've done all right.

Well, I haven't done much
really.

Well, you know,
as anybody else.

That's how it is
in this side of the border.

[ woman singing indistinctly ]

I have a brother
who's a singer.

Finbar's his name.

Writes his own songs
and plays the guitar.

If you ever go to Belfast,
you can meet him.

Is he in the army? The IRA?

Well, he isn't, he isn't.

He's a republican,
of course.

I mean,
he wants a united Ireland

just like you and me.

But he doesn't believe
we should be using guns for now.

Just politics.

That's where
he and I differ.

Anytime we Irish have played
the game using British rules,

we've gotten
the worst of it.

But then, my brother couldn't
fight the bastards

the way we do.

He's nearly blind.

He, he, he. Yeah.

♪ I cried once more

♪ For a bonnie Colleen

♪ As she waits
for her Danny Boy ♪

♪ Down in the lee

♪ The Black and Tans
Have him ♪

♪ She'll see him no more

♪ He left like his father

♪ To settle the score

♪ I cry for the mother

♪ Who's lost all her sons

♪ For the good of old Erin
They took up the gun ♪

♪ But lift up your glasses
For brothers are we ♪

♪ And here's to an Ireland
That soon will be free ♪

[ engine starts ]

EMMET:
Hey, Michael, come on.

♪ But trouble still fall

♪ A son and a father

[ indistinct chattering
over radio ]

[ static ]

MAN [ over radio ]:
More violence
in Northern Ireland tonight.

Five people died
in a Belfast gunfight.

Three of the victims
were school children.

WOMAN:
Good morning, Mr. Cochran.

Isn't it terrible
about those children?

Okay.

[ engine roaring ]

[ door opens ]

Father Regan.

Just a word, Joe,
before you go in.

About Flaherty.

You brought that up already?

No, no, not yet.

It's just that we sent Flaherty
up north,

he might get captured.

Better lock him in tight
before it goes.

Get him in so deep
he can't talk himself out.

Right.

But Russell
would be the safest one

to bring the lad north.

And it might help to get him
a little more respect

from the Belfast units.

Sounds good.

Look, Joe,
I hope it's not necessary.

But we might have
to use Flaherty up.

I've been thinking the same.

[ indistinct chattering ]

Where is the bastard
who owns this place?

Monte Carlo or Spain?

This is a safe house, Sean.

The gardai'll think twice

before sticking their noses
in here.

Makes me bloody sick
so it does.

Never risk a hair
on their heads.

Trying to convince people

they want justice
for some poor bugger

while they are lolling around
in places like this.

On or sooner
we have a united Ireland.

We won't have to be dealing
with these bastards, you'll see.

As all the children were killed
by British bullets,

the Brits are gonna say
that the young ones

were shooting
at the soldiers.

Is any embarrassing evidence
gonna come out, Sean?

Anything that might bear out
such a claim?

No, we're okay there.

Besides no matter what
the Brits managed to dream up

who'd believe it?

Exactly. People will believe
what they want to believe.

Lads.

Lads, it seems to me
that these shootings,

we should exploit them
rather than retaliate.

What I'm thinking--

Yes, yes, that's obvious,

but I'd rather see the British
embassy burning again,

but a paragraph in a paper
that only the Boston Irish read.

We need
something different now.

Something that'll not only
keep the momentum going,

but gives us an opportunity
to collect funds.

If it'd have been
three dead American children,

we'd have all the publicity
and funds we need.

Well, we have several Yanks

working for us now
in the border.

MAN:
You mean suppose one of them
got killed by the British?

Exactly.

How many Yanks are there now,
Joe?

There's four.

Three working out Donegal
and one in Monaghan.

MAN:
Flaherty?

Aye, Flaherty.

MAN 1:
What do you think
American reaction might be

if one of them did
get killed?

The three in Donegal,
I'd imagine

I'd imagine there'd be a cheer
in Washington.

I've seen bit of action
in the U.S.

They blew up a courthouse.

What about Flaherty?

He's okay. Just a lad.

Eager to have a go
at the Brits.

Pat's happy with him.

What's his background,
Joe?

Rich daddy.
Thinks he's Irish.

The family sends
too much cash over to us.

I said no
when the boy wanted to join.

His dad's upped
his contributions

now that his son
is a volunteer.

What are you thinking,
Pauly?

Well, I'm thinking this.

If we move young Flaherty
up somewhere

where he'd be more exposed,

say Belfast,

and if he was killed or wounded,
look at the publicity we'd get.

Would help
with all the American-Irish

and a hell of a lot
of young people too.

We'd get coverage
on the television networks.

We could get interviews.

Tell them how Flaherty died
for what he believed in.

Well, that's pretty
rough thinking.

The lad must believe
in the movement

or he wouldn't be here.

JOE:
It is rough.

It's a bit devious for me,
but Pauly may be right.

There's a lot of Irish lads
who've died.

Good lads.

They'll stick out
like a sore thumb in Belfast.

Especially if he opens
his mouth.

And if the Brits managed
to lift him,

they'll raise hell
in Washington.

And get the U.S. government

to clamp down on the groups
that supports us.

They'll go
to the Short Strand.

That's as isolated
as anywhere.

The Farmer.
He'd keep him out of sight.

Look, I'm not saying,
we should prop him up to be shot

But let's get him up there
and then see.

We're going north
to lift Billy Stanley.

MAN 1:
Stanley?

Every Wednesday,
he visits his sister

who has a house
just a mile across the border.

We are gonna lift him
and just walk him back south.

MAN 2:
How do we stop him?

We don't. Michael and me do.

Am I in on this?

You two will be waiting for us
just the side of the border,

but it's only Michael and me
is going north.

MICHAEL:
What's this guy done?

He enforces British law.

Oh, yeah. Heh.

Don't think
this is my idea.

My choice
would be to lift this one.

Same as always.

Together.

HQ want Michael in on this.

From start to finish.

In on the lift
and on everything.

Don't worry.
He's a good lad.

He'll be fine.

Bastard that he is.

Let him see the barrel
right up close.

And touch his face
with it.

If he as much as blinks,
blow his brains out.

Sorry, to block your way there.
I got a flat.

There's no jack
or anything in the truck.

I guess I should have checked
at it at the rent-a-car joint.

Hands on the wheel,
mister.

Both hands.

Hello, Mr. Stanley.

Move to the other side,
Mr. Stanley.

What do you chaps want?

You know very well
what we want, Mr. Stanley.

Just sit still
or I'll blow your head off.

There's nothing legal
about this.

You're a kangaroo court.

If you kill me,
it will be murder.

So why play games?

The IRA is illegal here
in the south too.

Your own government
put you people in jail.

You'd claim to be a man
of justice, Mr. Stanley.

Perhaps you could explain
how in your court

Michael O'Sullivan,

a man not a member
of the IRA but Catholic,

was given
an eight years prison sentence

for being found in possession
of three cartridges.

While Ian Patterson,

protestant,

and a confessed driver
of a car

that carried a bomb
to a Catholic pub,

a bomb that later exploded,
killing six Catholics inside,

was given a prison sentence
suspended to two years

and is now walking
about a free man.

Is that what you call
justice?

O'Sullivan not a member
of the IRA. Ha!

He was as guilty as hell

and didn't have the courage
to admit it.

As I remember, he said

the cartridges were planted
on him when he was arrested.

Oh, rubbish! Ha!

MAN:
And Patterson?

Why, Ian Patterson admitted
his guilt.

Any lawful court
in the world

will take that
into consideration.

You mean to say that if Michael
O'Sullivan had pleaded guilty,

you would have sentenced him
to one year

or six months or less

rather than the eight years
he got

even though
he is a Catholic?

Use his gun,
then dump it.

You better come
with me, Pat.

There's no need
for three of you.

Right.

Ted will be waiting for you lads
with the car.

[ car's doors
open and close ]

[ car engine roars ]

Where?
This way.

Okay, Michael.
You wanna do this?

Put another one in him.

[ grunts ]

Don't worry.

That's the first justice that
bastard ever saw in his life.

Of course, you did it.
You did just fine.

MAN:
He's tougher than I thought.

All of us had seen a mate die
or blown to bits

before we had to put a gun
at the back of somebody's head

and pull the trigger.

He's going to Belfast.
Had to make sure of him.

EMMET:
What?

He's gonna be
a bit obvious there, isn't he?

Well, the Farmer will look
after him well enough.

The Short Strand, huh?

I'd like to have seen
the Farmer's lovely puss

when he heard that bit
in news.

An American
in the Strand.

Well, he just bloody well
proved himself

to be more than an American,
didn't he?

Michael.

Still want to go north?

Have a go at them
in Belfast?

Yeah.

Tomorrow.

Are you kidding?

Belfast?

[ chuckles ]

Okay.

[ chuckles ]

Look up Finbar.
I'll do it.

ANNOUNCER [ over radio ]:
The Provisional IRA
has claimed responsibility

for the killing of
William Stanley, a magistrate,

from Brookeborough,
County Fermanagh.

The body of the magistrate
was found this morning

near a Scot's house
in County Monaghan.

The gardai in cooperation with
the Royal Ulster Constabulary

have detained Frederick Logan
of Clones for questioning.

And now today's prices
on the cattle market.

Bullocks--

[ siren blaring ]

Do you think
we'll have any problems

crossing the border
in this thing?

You and me
won't be going across.

I'm taking you to one
of the bigwigs over in Dundalk.

He'll run you over.

I don't think
there'll be any problem.

He goes back and forth
every day.

JOHN:
Wishful thinking, that.

What? Is the food no good?

Ah, food's all right.

He doesn't have any sons
nor daughters.

He's here.

Thanks.

Welcome to the movement.

It's good to be here.

I've just given up smoking.

These are the only thing
that help.

Would you like one?

No.

Well, come on in.

Thank you.

Aah, hello.
Hello.

I'm Mary.
You must be Michael.

Yeah.Won't you come in?

Thank you.

I'll pop down to the office
and lock up. I'll be right back.

Now, don't dally
down there now, dear.

We have to be leaving
soon.

We have a function
to cater for.

Two hundred people.

Two pounds a head.Yeah.

MARY:
Why don't you take a seat there?

I'm just going to make
a cup of tea.

Um-- Okay, anything you got
is fine with me. Ahem.

There's a telly there
on the front room.

I think there's an American
film on later on.

Bend down now
and have a look.

Ah, here we are.

Yeah, it's just on
right after the 6:00 news.

Doris Day and Rock Hudson
in The Pajama Game.

I do hate missing that.

Doris Day, now, she is one of
your finer actresses, isn't she?

Rock Hudson.
So romantic and gentle.

Just love his voice.

I guess they're okay.

Never really thought about it
that way.

I'll make up your bed
for you now.

Oh, I hope you don't mind
used sheets.

Nah.

I'd go broke if I sent them out
to be laundered every time.

Don't worry about it.

ANNOUNCER [ over radio ]:
Former SDLP's dormant
Senator Patrick O'Brien

and Miss Irene Newman,

a protestant
of Crumlin Road, Belfast,

have been found murdered

near Belfast Aldergrove Airport
this evening.

A few hours ago,
Belfast RUC headquarters

received a telephone call
from a man

who identified himself
as Captain Black of the UFF.

He reported the killings
and then said, and I quote,

"We are not going to stand by
and watch

while those IRA animals murder
people like Billy Stanley.

There will be more deaths
in reprisal."

The murders appear
to be ritual killings.

Miss Newman's body
bore the marks

of more than 20 stab wounds

and Senator O'Brien had been
stabbed more than 30 times

in the head and chest,
and his throat cut.

Don't worry
about the border.

It's very different
from what you might imagine.

No, I'm not thinking
about that.

What's the UFF?

UFF.
Ulster Freedom Fighters.

Extreme protestant
paramilitaries, real bastards.

I bet O'Brien was playing
a very dangerous game.

He was trying to build bridges,
you know.

Yeah.

Bit of a red
if you ask me.

He should have known
what he was risking.

Thirty stab wounds
and a cut throat.

Was that it?

We just crossed the border?

That's right.

Oh, that post back there
is not manned anymore.

Too much of a target.

What, they don't stop
and check the cars?

Sometimes.
You never can tell.

It's a fine day,
sergeant?

Nice and dry it is.

Would you step out
and open up the boot?

Sure.

There you are.

And where are you heading,
sir?

Oh, just up to Newry.

This young man here is
on a business from the States.

SERGEANT:
May I see your passport,
please?

Sure.

Well, Mr. Flaherty,

don't let a few mad men
spoil your stay here.

And when you get back home,

be sure to mention
the good things.

Okay.

[ car engine starts ]

Who are those guys?
Are they British?

Well, yes and no.

That's the UDR.
The Ulster Defense Regiment.

They're all protestant
and from Ulster.

They don't much like
the IRA.

[ ominous theme playing]

Bang!

BOY 1:
Argh! Search that bastard!

[ explosion ]

[ Boy 2
mimicking gunshots sound ]

[ car horn blares
then tires screech ]

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You should be looking out
for cars

when you go flying
around the streets like that.

Are you hurt, Ivor?No.

And who are you to tell a child
where he should be playing?

He knows we always play
in the street.

And anyway,
he was going to fast--

You get home now and look
before crossing the street!

Look, look, I'm sorry, but I did
manage to miss him, didn't I?

And bloody lucky you did.

Are you two busy
planning war

to be watching the street
in front of you?

MICHAEL:
Boy, she was a live one.

He's damn lucky to be alive.

We'll walk from here.

Oh, if we meet a patrol,
just keep walking.

Okay.

[ classical theme playing]

[ alarm blaring ]

Here we are.

Hello, John Russell.

JOHN:
Hello, Gran.

Not much security.

It's like anybody can walk
in here.

Don't you believe it.

I bet you six people
saw us come in here.

And any one of them
would've sounded the alarm

if we have both
been strangers.

That's good.

Tony is around here
somewhere too.

Probably around the back.

And you still have
to get pass Granny.

You must be kidding.

JOHN:
It's her husband's.

The British gave him six medals
in the First World War

and hanged him in 1920.

All right.

You can go in now.

Thanks, Gran.

Alone.

You, young man,
sit down over there.

HQ is having difficulty
with funds from the States.

They want military targets
to make the fundraising easier.

You tell the HQ that if I had
more guns and less dynamite,

my aim would be
more selective.

The Yank seems
to be a special kind of lad.

Special believer,
I'd imagine.

All the same.

I'm sure
he'll be a help to you.

Anyone can be a help here

so long as they're willing
to risk their necks.

[ door clicks open ]

JOHN:
Aah. How's it going, lads?

Can't complain.Good, good.

Nice to see you again.Me too.

Well, done.

Tell your Yank to wait.
I'll see him later.

JOHN:
Sure, sure.

I'll see you tomorrow then,
huh?

[ door shuts ]

Not yet, Michael,
he's still busy,

but he'll see you later.

Somebody will take you over
to Mrs. Cochran's

after you've talked to him.

You're gonna be around?

Yeah, till tomorrow.

I'll see you before I leave.

Keep your head down.
Good luck.

Same to you.

I wouldn't be surprised
if it freezes tonight.

Good night, Gran.

[ door closes ]

[ indistinct chattering ]

Is this sulfur?

Mix them better. My brother
always mix them that way.

So there's two each.

Now, we'll all meet here at 8,
and don't be late.

Ma won't let me out
after dark.

I'll sneak out, though.
I won't be missing this.

[ sighs ]

When do I do it?

Don't get too anxious.

Just leave your hands
on the British SLR.

They want a bloody slog dog
out of them, so get one.

No trouble.

And stash it.

I'll tell you when.

There's no guarantee that any
of us is going to be around

when the order comes
to off him.

Right.

Take him over
to Mrs. Cochran's.

And he is to stay
out of sight.

I don't want to see him
until I need him. Get that?

Right.

On your way, then.

[ door opens ]

Hello, Tony.

Gran.

You're the Yank.

Michael Flaherty.

Tony Coyle.

So when do I meet him?

He didn't say.

But he wouldn't, would he?

Announcing his moves
in advance, I mean.

Hello, Tony.

This is my nephew?

That's him.

All the way from America.
Michael Flaherty.

Heh. Never was a Flaherty
in any of our family.

Well, there's no point
in standing out here.

Come on into the living room
with you.

Okay, thank you.

Let's have some light.

You'll take a fry?

Uh, no. No, thank you.

What about you, Tony?

You'll be wanting
to be delivered with your tea,

won't you?

Have you got a rasher?

No. Just liver.

All right. Fair enough.

[ sighs ]

James Connolly.

Aye.

[ thudding ]

It's all right.
That's Siobhan.

I know her knock.

[ fryer sizzling ]

Something's burning.

[ indistinct chattering ]

She's downtown
for Basey and Joe

and he says the Danswel
send you his love.

God knows.

Maybe my prayers
will be answered sometime.

The days go by very slow
without him.

Sure. They can't keep him
in there forever, Auntie Ivy.

Ah, they could keep you locked
up as long with they like.

Bastards. Come on in.

Well, actually,
I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Ah, come on
and have a cup of tea.

Someone inside you
should be meeting.

Come on,

This is Michael Flaherty
from America.

Michael's over here
to help us.

How you doing?

[ sizzling ]

Holy God...

Thank you, Tony.

Did you leave your palm trees
to come over here and help us?

Are you donating blood
to the hospital then?

Actually, there aren't
any palm trees in Detroit.

It's a lot like Belfast,
a little bit bigger.

But not worse.No.

In fact,
things are so good over there,

there's nothing much
to be done.

Go back to America.

We don't need any more gunmen
here like that one there.

I'm not a gunman.

All right?

I came here to contribute
what I can to the cause.

Oh, yes, of course.
A cause.

And you want
to be a down payment

for the next generation,
do you?

It's a sick way to put it.

But maybe somebody in the next
generation will be my son.

That's hoping you live
long enough to have a son.

And even if you do live
through it

that you won't have
so much blood in your hands

that you'll know
how to stop shooting

when there aren't
any British soldiers left.

IVY:
Now, now.

What's going on here?

University.

Siobhan's got herself
full of dreams of another life.

She's gonna slip out
of this place by the backdoor.

That's what
they're teaching her.

You see that,
Michael Flaherty?

That's the way people who are
only good at pulling triggers

think here, hit.

They hit everyone who isn't
doing what they're doing.

You probably haven't seen
a good man die for nothing yet.

But it wouldn't touch
that animal.

And it doesn't take long
to get where he is.

Sorry, Aunt Ivy.

It's all right, love.

MICHAEL:
Hey.

[ door closes ]

[ Michael grunts
then Tony chuckles ]

TONY:
You know what she needs,
don't you?

Too good for anyone here,
she is, though.

But in for a surprise one
of these days, I'd say, though.

Yeah.
Huh?

Yeah.
Oh, Christ.

MAN:
Come in.

Mm.

Mm.

Right.

They're still a bit damp,
sir.

Well done, sergeant.Thank you, sir.

[ door closes ]

Has he left yet?

MAN [ over phone ]:
No, sir. He's still here.

Put me through then,
will you?

COLONEL WYNDHAM:
Yes?

Oh, Percival here again,
sir.

Yes, Nigel, what is it?

Well, it's just
that I can't help feeling

that they'd only bring in a Yank
for something really special.

It would be much too risky
otherwise.

And it appears
he was in Monaghan

before coming here, sir.

My informant
hasn't been wrong yet.

All right, Nigel.

Just increase the patrols
in that area tonight

and check with Baspi at the
American embassy in the morning.

He's a good man. Oh,
does your Yank have a name?

Yes, sir.
It's Michael Flaherty.

Good.

Thank you, sir.

Marshall, Green,
you're on patrol tonight.

Patrol?

Yes, Green. Patrol.

You've got exactly one minute
to collect your equipment

and be in the yard.

Move!

All loaded, sir.

Very well, sergeant.

BOY:
Did you bring matches?

Nah. The Farmer was in the
kitchen. I couldn't get any.

Great. Let's go.

Come on.

BOY 1:
That's where the bastards
were shooting from last week.

Let's go.

Throw them into the yard.

[ explosions ]

[ man indistinctly yells ]

Brits.

Merciful God.
Who's dead now?

Must be the old store.

Get rid of the bastards
for me!

Kill the bastards!

God bless you, lads.

Flaherty, go inside.

SOLDIER:
Jesus Christ.

It's a fucking kid.

Hold your fire
until you've got a target!

Cover me!

[ gunshots ]

[ soldier
indistinctly yelling ]

Come on! I said move!

[ gunfire continues ]

SOLDIER:
Coming out into the road!

[ gunshots ]

[ gunfire continues]

Hold that.

[ gunshot ]

Tell the boys
I'm gonna cross.

I'm gonna get that rifle.

SOLDIER:
Go to the radio!

[ gunfire continues]

SOLDIER:
Get that bastard!

[ woman screaming ]

[ bell tolling ]

How's Siobhan?

"You should have been
watching them," she says.

She thinks
it was all her fault.

Just the pain makes
people feel like that.

We all blame ourselves
first.

And you start hating.

Hating.

Praying to God
to live long enough

to see the bastards
pay for their crimes.

I wish to hell
I could start doing something.

Anything.

You are very like him,
you know.

My Gerard, I mean.

He always wanted
to keep moving too.

Hey, that's Emmet.

IVY:
Emmerton. Finbar Donovan.

They were all great friends.

[ Michael chuckles ]

MICHAEL:
Look at those guys. Heh.

I had lunch with the brigadier
today.

He is talking
about the SAS again.

PERCIVAL:
They leave a bloody mess
as they always do.

It'll take us six months
to get back to where we are now.

When things get out of control
like the other night

and 12-year-olds are killed,

we become the best
recruiting organization

the IRA could hope for.

Yes.

But with the SAS
moving there,

we are lucky to have five
dead children by next week.

Ah, they won't have enough guns
to arm all their new members.

Information, Nigel.

Information
is what we need more of.

We must strike
with lethal accuracy every time.

And I mean every time,
Nigel.

Without proper information,
we're as graceful

as the bloody herd of elephants
in a snow drift.

I've managed
to put the brigadier

off his SAS idea
for the moment.

Ah.

But he won't wait for long.

He's expecting results
and soon.

I see.

I suggest we put more pressure
on the Strand.

You say your informant there
has never been wrong yet.

That's true. Yes.

And he's only telling us
what he's sure of.

I want him in
deeper than that.

I want you
to pick his brains.

Then we will decide
what to do with the pieces.

I see your point, sir.

The other thing, lift
the first one of those bastards

you can lay your hands on.

Damn it, man, we've gotta stop
photographing them

and start netting them down
and making them talk.

And use the police
for the lift.

We can't afford a mess
at this point.

Right, sir.

Now, what about the Yank?

What have you found out?

Vietnam War veteran.

Discharged honorably
from the U.S. Army

about six months ago.

He had no technical specialties
in the Army

so there's no clue there.

His family lived in Detroit.

They're wealthy,
well-connected.

Probably second
or third generation immigrants.

And I think what we have here
is just another idealist

who's found a cause
that fits him.

Probably trying to make up
for something

he didn't feel in Vietnam.

Well-connected, you say?

Yes.

And his family probably make
large contributions

to various
Irish relief organizations.

Now, as far
as my information goes,

he hasn't been seen
on the streets since he arrived.

Nor has he been involved
in any operations yet.

Which seems
to confirm the notion

that he's being saved
for something special.

Be careful, Nigel.

We can't afford a situation

which would give
the Irish-American press

just what they need
to triple the IRA's funds.

MAN 1 [ over TV ]:
But we're doing mostly
local patrols for months,

but then one night--

MAN 2 [ over TV ]:
It's on. Across the border.

MAN 1:
--our turn for a stint
In border patrol.

Although it was a break from
the retainment, it was no...

[ explosion ]

[ indistinct chattering
over TV ]

It was the fastest,
toughest 48 hours

some of us had ever spent.

But when you're helping
to put a stop to terrorism...

WOMAN 1:
Amy!

Oh, God!
Somebody get an ambulance.

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ indistinct chattering ]

WOMAN 1:
Try to be careful, please! Oh.

Oh, God! Over here...

[ indistinct chatter ]

WOMAN 1:
Oh, my God.

WOMAN 1:
Get her, please.

Finbar.

Who are you?
What do you want here?

Michael Flaherty.
I'm staying at Mrs. Cochran.

I never saw you before,

and I live across the street
from her house.

[ women
indistinctly speaking ]

WOMAN 2:
A real bastard.

Hold it! Hold back!

Best get out of here.

The police will be here
in a minute.

Christ!

Back to Mrs. Cochran's.

This time
you're gonna stay there.

I heard the explosion.

You're meant
to obey orders.

When the hell
am I gonna meet the Farmer?

[ chuckles ]

[ siren wailing ]

How long ago was he lifted?

About four or five hours.

His wife hasn't seen him

since he left the house
this morning.

And last time I saw him

was a couple of hours
after the explosion, about noon.

Nobody has seen him since.

Double patrol
the other night.

Liam and all his jelly.

And now Quinn lifted.

We have a leak.

You reckon?

Two bull's-eyes
in a few hours.

That's more than luck.

Losing Liam and all the jelly
he was sitting on

knocks the hell out of us.

He breezed the police stuff.

And if you think
that was an accident,

how can you explain
that they've managed

to lift Quinn
from right under our very noses

in broad daylight.

I don't know.

It's the leak we have.

So we have to scrap all
the operations we've planned.

A few new projects
with the jelly we have.

Eyes open, mouth shut.

And then when the fucker
shows his foot here,

he can start praying.

Oh, it's you,
Father Jameson.

This is a nice surprise.

Won't you come in?

Mrs. Cochran,
I'm looking for Siobhan.

Is she here?She is indeed, Father.

Come on in.

Thank you.

It's about the masses
for little Ivor.

I couldn't really trouble
her poor mother about that.

No.

Tell me,
how is Siobhan faring?

Ah, the poor child has been
in a terrible state, Father,

but thanks be to God,

I think things have taken a turn
for the better.

SIOBHAN:
You really want
to change the world?

No.

I think it's great
just the way it is.

[ Michael chuckles
and Siobhan laugh ]

Siobhan, does the soul good
to hear that laugh.

And who is this young man
I've never seen in my church.

Michael Flaherty.

American.Yeah.

That explains it.

I can't be affected to draw
them in from so far away.

And I know.

And tell me, what brings you to
the hallowed Belfast, Michael.

Michael is over here
to help us.

Are you now?

Are you a doctor then?

Ha, get away with you,
Father.

I was making tea.
Will you stay and have a cup?

Yes, I will. Thank you.

Give me a chance
to get better acquainted

with the newest member
of my parish.

Seeing as how I lost
two more today.

Maybe you're more interested
in souls like meself.

IVY:
I'm out of sugar, Father.

I'll just pop a flash
to the shop.

Won't be a minute.

Ah.

I believe I've got it now.

You're a man of reason.

I should have guessed that
before.

[ door shuts ]

It's reason
we're in shorter supply

of the Northern Ireland.

I'm here to do something

that the church
never got around to doing.

Helping these people.

Helping kill more.

SIOBHAN:
He hasn't killed anyone,

and that's more than you can say
for the British.

Sure. British.

It's no wonder
people turn to the IRA.

Any port in the storm.

Are you turning that way now,
Siobhan?

Go home to America.

You'll only add
to madness here.

We've enough killers
as it is.

You know you're nothing
but a parasite.

Living off death and fear.

Living off death?

So that's what you call it.

Yeah.

You may as well
be British man.

In fact, when they go,

you're gonna have a tough time
filling your church.

You'll be out scouting
for Americans then.

Well, I'll tell you something,
Michael Flaherty.

From the sound of it,
you'll fit in very well here

with all your hatreds.

God only knows we've enough
of the likes of you.

Godless men
with all the answers.

And guns in their hands.

And blood,
the streets leak with it.

And your kind wading through
just looking for glory.

Pass the plate.

Heh. That's not me.

I'm not looking for glory.

I just know who my enemy is.

And there's something sweet
in that.

It has nothing to do
with hate.

It's more like a job,
without doubts.

I don't have any doubts,
Father.

Your kind's worst enemy
are yourselves.

Oh, no. You can see my enemy
any day of the week.

British soldiers marching
up and down your street.

You say the wrong thing,

you stick your head out
at the wrong moment

and they'll blow it off
legally.

And you think
when you change the uniforms,

the rules change too?

No, not the rules,
just the reasons.

And that's more
than enough for me.

[ kettle whistling ]

[ door shuts ]

IVY:
It won't be long now, Father.

Won't you sit down?

I'm sure you've been
on your feet all day.

On my knees
with Liam Riley's mother.

Living off death.

Father,
she probably can't afford sugar.

Why don't you do without
this time.

I know you have a sweet tooth,
Father.

Nothing.

I questioned him for
six hours without a break.

Then he managed to slip
out a razor blade

concealed in his collar
and slashed himself to bits.

I've no choice, but to send him
off the hospital.

Nothing
about the explosion?

Nothing about the American?Not a word.

The worst of it is, my informers
are now in a blind panic.

Says that lifting
this Quinn chap

is sure to make them suspect
they have a leak.

What do they think
we're paying him for?

To sit in his living room
and watch the telly?

Look, I've an idea.

I mean, if they are aware
they have a leak,

we can make them believe
that the American is to blame.

Well, that will cover our man
for the moment.

Then when they dispose
of the American,

Irish American
executed by the IRA?

Unless matter was correctly
handled by the press.

[ soldiers speaking
indistinctly ]

They made a hell of a noise
in here.

FINBAR:
More like a scream.

You think the Brits knew
what was going on over there?

No idea.

Actually, who but Liam knew
what was going on.

Came in here every day.

Always asking me
to sing "Tipperary."

Heh. Poor devil.

I bet he never even been
to Tipperary.

Probably not.

But from the way he went,

I say there's a bit of him there
right now.

Yeah.
Well, I better be off.

What do you charge
for these?

Uh, polar mint, sir.
Five p each.

All right.
Good luck, Finbar.

Poor old Liam.

[ door shuts ]

[ strumming ]

[ humming ]

♪ Death looms
Above the town ♪

♪ Seeking victims
Silently ♪

♪ Unseen

[ humming ]

♪ Children come
To view the night ♪

[ humming ]

♪ We feel the corpses

♪ Silent, helpless

♪ Scream

It's a nice life.

Sleeping all day.

Anyways we'll stay put.

You can spend
the whole day there

as far
as the Farmer's concerned.

He's busy.

Hey, Tony.

You can tell the Farmer

that if he doesn't have
anything for me,

I'll pack up
and go where I'm needed.

Oh, I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

You saw what can happen
the other day.

You just tell The Farmer that
I'm tired of waiting around.

And tell him
I wanna see Finbar.

Finbar.

Yeah.

Is that bad for you?
Him seeing you here.

Well, bad for them
I should think

with the picture
he'll paint.

He might even get them
to find some use for you.

[ chuckles ]

Accidents do us more damage
than the British.

What makes you think
it was an accident?

Do you mean to tell me
that the Brits got in there

and managed to blow
that building

and Liam Riley's bones
to bits?

Without anyone
seeing them go in or out?

It's a bit far-fetched.

How did they manage
to lift Quinn without a trace?

It's quite simple.

We have a leak.

Could be.

What about Quinn?

It might have been convenient
to get lifted like that.

Just after the explosion.

Quinn's in the hospital
half dead.

The court didn't get a word
out of him.

By the way, what's this about
the Yank getting roughed up.

Why don't you tell the locals
who he is?

Look, I don't rub elbows
with HQ staff.

So you just do what you're
suppose to be doing, right?

Keeping HQ informed

and getting us
the equipment we need.

So far, I haven't been blinded
by astonishing results.

So just leave
running sea brigade to me.

Hello, Tony.

TONY:
Hello there.

Patrol.

[baby crying ]

Hi, Rose. Hello.

[ crying continues ]

Coyle, take your shovel.

Strip together enough jelly
to make a good sales package.

I want it ready
for tomorrow morning.

What about detonators.

FARMER:
They're already over there.

Right.

I'm off then.

FARMER:
You knew Finbar.

Well, I worked
with his brother, Emmet,

down south.

Emmet.

This is a war, Mr. Flaherty.

Yeah. I'm aware of that.

I came halfway around the world
to fight in this war.

It's something I believe in.

It's something
I'm willing to risk my life for.

You can't stuff me in a house
like this.

You saw what happened
out there.

Who's gonna lead you around?

How about you?

Why can't I start working
with you?

All you gotta do
is let the locals know I'm okay.

After that,
I can take care of myself.

Look, after the other day,
everybody knows who you are.

You're lucky I happened along,
very lucky.

Yeah.

What did you bring me up here
for?

Look, get Siobhan
to take you over to Finbar's.

And I don't care how willing
you are to take risks.

I don't want you stopped
by a patrol.

Is that clear?

Yes, fine.

So when do I start work?

Soon enough, Flaherty.
Soon enough.

[ door slams ]

He looks like a good lad,

and he's been working
with Emmet.

Why don't we use him
at the rail yard?

I don't like the idea
of dead Americans, Nigel.

We're getting enough problems
with America as it is.

You think we can get the IRA
to kill him, which is fine.

But if they thought

the British Army
killed one of their citizens,

that would make it
very difficult.

Very difficult indeed.

So they're planning
a big operation.

The sort of operation

I'm sure they have been saving
this American for.

And this is our chance
to hit them from all sides.

I think we can take out

that whole Short Strand unit
in a night.

Okay, Nigel.

It's worth a try.Thank you, sir.

And one more thing.

Yes?

The police do the first stage.
Pick-up.

Mac Whirter has put a Special
Branch unit at my disposal.

Very well, Nigel.

But if this blows up
in our faces,

the Brigadier will have my head
and I'll have yours.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

You got the numbers?Sure. Keep an eye here.

[ line ringing ]

[ coins clinking ]

MAN [ over phone ]:
Belfast Telegraph.

Hello there. There's a bomb.

Donegal Place, 15 minutes.

Hello?
Could you repeat that?

Yeah.

[ line ringing ]

[ clears throat ]

There's a bomb.

Donegal Street,

15 minutes.

Violence won't work
in Ulster.

We're outnumbered,
2 to 1.

We lose that way.

And the idea is to win.

Win what?

You're not gonna take a thing
from the British

that you don't take.

Who started the violence?

Who shot Siobhan's
little brother?

The IRA? Uh-uh.

Oh, Michael, you sounding
very much the Irishman.

Slipping into the past
like that.

Always the past,
never the future.

Past is easy.

It's horrible enough that
no Irishman can be blamed

for lingering there,
but it's not enough.

It's not enough.

Well, from what I've seen,

you won't get the Brits
out of here with that song.

You're sounding more Belfast
by the minute.

Oh, hell.

Belfast.

I'd like to go back
to Monaghan.

They'd put a bullet through
your knee if you did that.

You'd be a deserter.

Oh, they sure
were anxious enough

to get me up here
in a hurry.

I'm sick of waiting
around here.

Two weeks sitting around
doing nothing.

Heh. From what I can see,
blind as I am,

it doesn't look as if you two
have been exactly idle.

Look, Michael,
the Farmer can't use someone

who doesn't know Belfast.

Well, I'm not
gonna get to know Belfast

stuck away
at Mrs. Cochran's.

Being stuck away like that
is a part of life in Belfast.

[ explosion ]

Here we go again.

It's the same as usual.

We got out of the area
and I phoned two warnings.

The Telegraph and the army.

FARMER:
Are you sure
you made the two calls?

I'm sure.

What about
getting the place wrong?

The paper said
that whoever made that call said

Donegal Place, not Street.

I said Donegal Street.

I made two calls and I told them
both where the bomb was.

Do you think
I wanna be blowing up people

if I'm not sure
they're Protestants?

[ chuckles ]

The papers are wrong.

All right, Tony, you can go.

[ chuckles ]

[ door slams ]

It's him, isn't it?

Maybe.

One thing is sure.
He is used up.

He's looking that way.

It's a good job he doesn't know
about the rail yards.

[ tires screeching ]

Hold it there, Granny.

Easy now.

We don't want anyone running
with warnings, do we?

[ guitar strumming ]

Okay, you.

You're going on a wee trip.

Me?

You got a warrant?

Have you got a warrant?

We do, surely.

Ha-ha-ha. I'll bet
you're a wiz at reading.

Come on!

All right,
on your way, Granny.

Way on, go on.

[ car engine starts ]

[ clanking ]

What's that?

It's a warning.

There must be a raid
going on.

I better get home.

[ clanking continuous ]

[ door opens ]

IVY:
Michael.

Michael.

What's the noise for?

They've lifted Finbar.

God protect him.

Finbar?

FARMER:
He set the timer near the call.

The Brits must be lying.

SEAN:
Tony Coyle. Is he the leak.

I don't know.

He's used up anyway.

He could have said
Donegal Place.

I wouldn't let it pass him.

Can we trust him
to do Flaherty?

He'd be delighted.

Make you sick
the way he loves that trigger.

Well, he's the man for you
all right.

Well, then,
it would be his last job.

Is it wise for you
to be offering this job?

Well, it's better
than hanging around here.

Putting bullets into Yanks,

so that those brilliant men
in HQ

can clear
their television war.

And that bullocks Whirter.

What's he always sent
around here for?

He's been sucking Hanlan's elbow
for quite a while now.

Boy scout
who happened to be on staff.

Don't let him
get on your nerves.

Ignore him.

But if he starts giving orders
around here one day,

by Jesus, I'll emigrate.

[ door opens ]

Finbar has been lifted.

We know, Tony.

I have a job for you
tonight.

You still have
that Army SLR?

Sure.

Flaherty?

Afterwards, I want you over
the day brigade for a few weeks.

[ screaming ]

[ Finbar gasps ]

He wants to watch.

He is afraid
his cover might be blown.

He wants to make sure
this scheme will work.

Oh, well, I don't mind.

He's working for me too,
isn't he?

[ screaming continues ]

That one wouldn't recognize
his own mark.

And he was standing right there
in front of them.

[ whimpering ]

That's enough of that.

Take his straps off now.

You know why you're here,
you bastard?

[ pants ]

No.

Tell us
about the bomb factory

right across from that
shitty little shop of yours.

Who used it?

They were in and out
of your place all the time.

FINBAR:
I don't know.

What do they use now?

I don't know.

[ whimpers ]

Now, look at me when
I'm talking, you little cunt.

Look at me.

Hmm?

Look at me.

Ha-ha-ha. That's right.

[ sighs ]

All right, get him up.

Put him on a chair.

If you like a fag, here.

Strokes, is there still
some tea in that pot?

Yes, sir.Oh, give him another cup then.

Oh, and move his chair up
to the table.

It's there,
right in front of you.

Don't you want
any more tea, lad?

I changed my mind.

Oh, that's up to you.

I mean, if you don't want it,
you don't want it.

Like playing the guitar,
I hear tell.

Pity you lost that.

It's about all you had left,
wasn't it?

[ screams ]

[ breathing heavily ]

Well, we certainly
can't complain

about Flaherty's
information.

He's put it right on the button
every time.

Damn shame
Quinn pulled that razor.

I almost had him.It doesn't matter.

With what Flaherty
has told us

about the Farmer
and the sea brigade,

we've gotta clean up
the whole Strand.

Two days at the most.

[ Finbar groans ]

I don't think
this bastard knows anything.

No, neither do I.

Then let him go.

Right.

Okay.

[ Finbar groans ]

I'll have to get him to sign
something in both hand.

Except over his feet
or something.

Right.

[ whimpers ]

Okay.

We're gonna let you go.

[ groans ]

Oh, we'll got a doctor
come and look at your hand.

You had a nasty fall
you had there.

Very nasty.

[ pants ]

Ah, it'll settle all right.

You'll be playing the guitar
again in no time.

Not Michael.

What did you say?

It wasn't Flaherty.

What wasn't?

[ stuttering ]
The informer.

It wasn't Michael.

Who was it then?

He's standing
over there.

Sold this-- Polar mints.

John Russell.

[ rain pattering ]

[ train horn blows ]

Are you sure they always change
the guard at 8:15?

It's been that way as far back
as a watchman can remember.

Then something's wrong.

MAN:
Yup.

Jesus.

[ indistinct yelling ]

[ thunder rolling ]

Perfect drop.

Russell.

Remember that.

If any of those
comes out of it.

Is Michael up?
Yes.

Going to have a go,
are you, Tony?

I am.

Michael.

Michael?

Come on.

Should be a few patrols
around.

We'll scout out
and see what we can find.

[ cocks gun ]

But where's my weapon?

Here.

Tony.

Look, we're both fighting
for the same thing, okay?

Sure.
Okay.

You hear about Finbar
being lifted?

Yeah.

What do you think
they want with him?

What the fuck do you think
they want with Ireland?

[ thunder rolling ]

You move along that side there
and see what you can see.

Right?

Okay.

See anything?

No.

What the f--?

HQ doesn't want you around.

You have more use to us
dead.

It's public relations.

Do you get it?

It's a British bullet.

[ clicks ]

You'll never make it.

[ grunts ]

[ thunder rumbling ]

I never saw this coming,
you know.

I gotta see Emmet.

You can't do that.

Why not?

I know he's not in
on this.

For God's sake, Michael,
don't you understand?

If they decided you had to die,
there was a reason for that.

And you shot the man
they was sent to do it!

Now, you can't change that!

You've got to run!

No way.

Anybody looking for you,

they expect you to head
south to the Republic.

So we'll go north
to Larne.

And you can catch the ferry
to Scotland.

That way you won't have to cross
any borders.

Words.

What do you mean words?

I hear your words.

Public relations.

Jesus.

[ upbeat music playing
over speaker ]

Hey, watch
where you're going.

Hey, you cunt.
Don't tempt me man.

Don't fucking tempt me!

Taxi.

Hey! Hey!

Fuck you! Bastard!

It's all right, Michael.
It's not that far.

[ Michael sighs
and then sniffs ]

We better get off
this street.

[ man speaking indistinctly
over radio ]

[ man continues speaking
indistinctly over radio ]

CONDUCTOR:
Tickets, please.

What?

I left my prints
on Tony's pistol.

Tickets, please.

The army got a couple
of terrorists back there.

You'll be all right,
won't you?

No. No, I won't.

Oh, Siobhan.

Please don't.

Don't.

I'm sorry, Mike.

I don't want
to make things worse.

Hey, Siobhan,
you'll come, won't you?

Yes, of course, I will.

Michael.

That's fine, sir.

Thank you, sir.

[ slow theme playing]

Michael?

Michael.
Hi, Ginny.

Michael,
I knew you'd be back.

I'm so sorry.

What are you sorry about?

Your grandfather.

Don't you know?

No.

[ door shuts ]

Oh.

[ clock ticking ]

[ wheezing ]

Michael.

Michael.

Michael, it's not healthy
you're grieving like this.

Come down
and get something to eat.

Please. You need something
in your stomach.

I'll be down.

[ door closes ]

I'm far away.

You don't believe that,
do you?

Everyone knows
I helped you get away.

Well, I'm sending you--

I'm gonna send you
an airplane ticket.

Siobhan?

Please, Siobhan.
Please don't cry.

Please.

I just want you
to come be with me.

If I come, I'll never be able
to come back here.

Well, in a couple of days,

we're gonna have to work
this thing out.

Um...

My grandfather's dying.

I don't know...

There's just so many things...

[ sobbing ]

Yes, I will.

But you've got
to give me some time.

I do too.

I do too.

[ sniffles ]

[ crying ]

[ engine roaring ]

[ sobbing ]

[ car door opens and closes]

Bastards.

Bastards!

You filthy bastards!

[ clock ticking ]

SEAMUS:
Michael?

Michael.

Grandpa.

I'm right here.

Right here, Grandpa.

Can you hear me?

[ wheezes ]

Did you kill lots of those
British bastards for me?

Yeah, just like you said
it would be.

Did they remembered me?
The lads?

Did they remember?
Remember me?

Yeah.

Huh?
They sure did.

They sure did.

You know Sean Tweeny?

Barris Collum.

Yeah.
He remembered you.

Sean Tweeny.

Heh.
He remembered me.

Oh, yeah. Heh.

He remembered
a lot of the stories

that you used to tell me.

[ coughs ]

All the great things
that you did.

He said he never knew a better
man than Seamus Flaherty.

And I fooled them all,
haven't I?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

Fooled them.

Everybody

You.Me?

Yeah.

It was a steppingstone.

That's what it was.

Collins. Collins
always called it that,

and he was right.

What are you
talking about?

Um, steppingstone...

What do you mean by fooled?Steppingstone.

[ groans ]

[ wheezes ]

They captured me.

Captured me.

Said they'd lash me to a mime--
Mime if I didn't help.

Help them.

Yeah.

So I helped them.

And then they told me
that I had to help more and more

but they tell everybody

that I was an informer.

This is a dream?

Is this a dream you had?

No. No.

Well, Grandpa, wh--?

You know what you're saying?
You--?

Yeah.

You're telling me
that you were an informer?

[ panting ]

Grandpa...

So they remembered me, huh?

Nobody there
ever heard of you.

Nobody.

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

It means that nobody knows.

Except me and now you.

You and me.

Well,
did you tell the others

that they had forced you
to talk?

Did they not understand that
or something?

Understand what?

That you've been forced
to talk.

Uh, they can't blame you
for that.

By the time I got out...

The time I got out,
it was too late.

They'd already hang Billy.

[ wheezing ]

My best friend.

Shot Patty too.

Besides which I...

I got to thinking.

Maybe it wasn't
such a bad treaty.

I mean--

No.

You can't fight forever.

Why did you tell me all
those stories when I was a kid.

I went over there
to be like you.

I've always wanted
to be like you.

I thought
you were a great man.

I had to.

I owed.

I don't wanna die owing.

What, me?

You owed my life!

[ clanging and banging ]

[ Michael yells ]

[ wheezes ]

[ melancholic theme
playing]

[ ominous theme playing]

Why not?

Why not, lady?

What's the matter with you?

Did I do something wrong
to you?

Did I do something to you?

I'm very sorry.

I'm just walking here, okay?

OPERATOR:
I'm sorry, sir. I can't get you
a Belfast number now.

All the other overseas circuits
are busy.

Try it again.

Sir, the circuits
are all busy.

Try it again.

Look, sir, I can't be
trying this all day long.

[ grunts ]

[ melancholic theme
playing]