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Martin!

Tango One is down!

They got the Generall

Don't you touch him!

Where were you this morning when he needed you?

They killed him.

That's my da! You did thisl

Is he dead, is he?

Fuck off!

Unknown assailant.

Congratulations, sir. They got the General.

Thls is no victory for us.

- Inspector Kenny... - Stand back.

The IRA are claiming responsibility. Have you any comment?

There's nothing to say at this time.

Can you give us any information about the circumstances of the death, sir?

Inspector, the press want to know why was there no Garda in presence.

They're trying to suggest we were in collusion with the IRA.

Hey, stop there!

- Run! - They're after us.

- Run! - They're after us.

- Hey, stop there! - Come back here, you bastardsl

Oh, nol

- Martln, wait! - Fasterl

Jesus, look at the size of that bleedin' dog!

Pick on someone your own slze!

They're only bleedin' kidsl Get out, you scumbag!

Where did you get those?

Jesus, you're shamln' me, Martin.

- I'll brlng 'em back then, will I? - Jesus, Martin.

Yeah, that's my boy.

Ma, look.

It's fresh, Frances. I only nlcked it half an hour ago.

You'll get caught one day, Martin.

Not me.

Got ya now, Cahill, you bolllx!

- Why did you bring Frances? - She wanted to see you, Martin.

- She is your glrlfriend. - She's not!

You said you'd never get caught.

I promise you, I never wlll again.

They're evicting us. All of us.

Got six months to get out.

No. They can't do that, Frances. We won't leave Hollyfield.

- No way do we go. - They've got us a flat in Kevln Street.

Kevin Street? That's a deliberate insult to a criminal.

Them flats is right opposlte the cop shop.

They're nice flats, though.

What's nlce? Neighbors that'll cover for you. That's nice.

Look, Frances, we're the dregs. We're the lowest of the low.

That's why we stick together. That's why we belong In Hollyfield.

It's us against them.

Yeah. Four kids in one little room.

Yeah, but happy. Aren't our kids happy?

Weren't we happy there as kids?

Weren't we?

No. I won't go.

I'll drag them through the courts.

As your lawyer, Martin, I have to advise you agalnst lt.

It will be expensive, and you'll lose In the end.

I don't care what it costs. I pay you, don't I?

And I know you charge me twice what you ask civillans.

Yeah, you rob me wlthout breakin' into me house.

You break in through the fuckin' letter box.

Come on, you lot.

- What's your name? - Martin Cahill.

Get In there. I haven't got all day. Go on.

Okay, you're free to go.

Keep your hands off me!

Come here.

- How are you, Tina? - How are you?

Don't worry, Orla. Your da's here. We're goin' nowhere. Don't worry.

- They better not touch our stuff. - They haven't.

The children will be better off. Lovely park, schools, everything.

Hey, Kenny, you fat slob! You're fucked!

You bastardl Get himl

Kenny, you're behind this! We'll deal with youl

You're a big man now with your men behind you.

- I'll have you anytime, Noel Curley! - Fuck off!

You scumbag.

Martin, you mad whore.

Don't lose the rag, Martin. Don't give him the satisfaction.

Oh, they let you out, did they?

Nice to get out of this sewage and filth.

Young man, here's a 20p.

Get away from my klds.

Come here.

You're a clever fellow.

You're not like these thugs. You're clever, and there's a responslbility.

You don't want your children to grow up wlth your troubles.

You can get out of this cessplt, get a job...

leave thls behind.

Think I could get a job in the police?

Throwin' women and chlldren out on the street.

Fuckin' people out of thelr homes. Jesus, I'd love that.

Wreckin' the fuckin' kip. And you better not touch any of my stuff.

And you're not gettln' me out of here, neither. My appeal is pendlng.

Come on, Frances. Let's go home.

The law's on my side.

You happy in the gutter?

Stay there, then. Stay in the gutter.

Martin, you can't stay here. Please!

Look, I'm beggln' you, on me hands and knees.

I can't, Frances. I got me principles.

Prlnciplesl You're lovin' it.

Selfish bastard.

Me sister's too good for you. Get lostl

What can I do for you gents?

On the fallure of your appeal, I have to inform you, Mr. Cahill...

unless you vacate this site withln 48 hours...

you wlll be forclbly removed.

Well, let me inform you that I'm havin' you lot...

before the European Court of Human Rights.

You dumped us here when it suited you.

Now you want to sling us out when you feel like it.

I know the hardship suffered in this parish.

Fuck off, the lot of you. You are all oppressors of the poor.

Civll fuckin' servants. Garda fuckin' Sichona.

Parlsh fuckln' priests. Get the fuck out of me house.

Why do you always come In the mornings? Don't you know I'm a night worker?

I'm the chairman of the Housing Committee.

I've come myself to ask you to back down quietly...

so we can start building much needed houses on this slte.

Well, I won't go to Kevln Street. I told you that already.

I'll tell you what. Give us a flat in Rathmines...

and I'll fold me tent.

Well, wouldn't you sooner live closer to your own klnd?

No, I'd sooner live closer to me work.

All the big houses.

I'm only jokin'.

- Where's my football? - Why can't I ask Da for a new bike?

Because you can't. You want a new one every week.

- The one you have is fine. - No, there's two holes in lt.

Unless you did lt, there isn't any. I looked at it the other day.

- There is. - I told you not to leave it out.

- Do you want some tea? - No, I'll eat out.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. See ya.

Anybody want anything?

Well, you know Orla's mad for a train set.

- Train set. - Put it away.

Was that you, Orla?

If you spent less time nagglng about your schoolbag...

you mlght get some of thls food In you.

It's your own fault. You're supposed to put it away every time.

Two holesl There is not, unless you left it somewhere.

Just use the one you have untll...

Just use the one you have untll...

Look, if I buy a house, the tax people will get me.

And welfare wlll stop me dole money.

You could put it in Tlna's name.

We could go there with the kids, and she can stay here.

She needs her own place.

- Is that what you want, Tina? - It'll be the same, won't it?

You'll come over here when you want to get away from the klds...

and I'll help Frances there.

And you can have your own pigeon loft, llke you always wanted.

How much do they want?

Elghty grand.

It's a beautiful house, though.

I'll go around me hidln' place tomorrow and see what I can scrape up.

Oh, Martin, thanks a million.

You're great.

There's only one thing.

- What? - They won't take cash.

Jesus. What's wrong with thls country?

Do they not trust paper money anymore?

Everything's fake today.

Look at this.

Gold record?

- Hello. How are you? - Can I get a banker's draft here?

Yes, indeed. How much would you like it for?

Eighty grand.

- Elghty thousand? - Yeah.

Good day at the races.

- Now, there you go. - Is that it?

Yes, It Is.

Thank you. Good-bye.

It's terrible how they make you wait for your own money, isn't it?

I'd like to see Sergeant Kenny.

- Inspector. - Oh, promotlon.

- Name? - Martin Cahill.

Excuse me, missus.

How's it goin', love? We'd like to make a withdrawal.

That looks about 80 grand.

What do you want, Martin? Come to confess a few crimes?

Just want to welcome you back to the neighborhood, Inspector.

It's nice and peaceful now, isn't it?

You know why they sent me here, don't you?

- Not because of me, I hope. - Yes, because of you.

Because they think I know your wiles and your ways.

And I do.

It can only end one way, Martin, if you keep on like this.

I know.

- Move! Out of the wayl - Oh, my Godl

I'm a poor fellow. I haven't much.

Debts up to here. But I can sleep at nlght.

I've seen you outside me flat there a few times.

No, you should drop in the next time you're passin'.

Have a little jar.

Bank robbery, across the street!

- Come on! The Celtic Bankl - Come onl Hurry upl

Disgraceful the profits these banks are makin'.

You've made a right bolllx out of me, haven't you?

Congratulatlons.

Isn't it gorgeous?

It's great, Da.

- You're happy, huh? - Go out and play In the back.

Oh, I love it.

You'll be playin' golf next, I suppose.

Now, don't be stupid, Martin. It's stlll us against them.

Better get some curtains up.

What's gonna happen to the flat when she gets a bloke?

She says, where'll she flnd one as good as you?

Yeah, well.

Get your hands up!

Come on!

Let's go! Hurry up!

Come on! Plck it up!

Let's go!

Go!

Tell all mobiles keep a distance. These men are armed, and we're not.

Suspects are armed. Keep your distance.

Message received. Suspects heading for Charleville Place.

We get a car to block them off at Charlevllle Place.

- Throw the bag on the road! - Why?

- Just do it! - All right.

Jesus, sweet Jesus!

- Come on. - We lost 'em.

- Dump the gear. - Rlght. Let's gol

Jesus!

I don't even know the place. I was only walkin' down the street.

- You better sort It out. - All right.

My client informs me that he was walking quletly along the street...

when he was brutally assaulted by Garda.

You have no witness to connect him to this crime...

and I must insist you release him lmmediately.

Well, you've had your reasonable access, and we have the evidence.

Doorl

Feeling better now, Martin?

Remember the slight collision in the arcade?

Get that stuff!

With the fuckin' helmet.

Careless.

Amateur.

We have the weapons.

We have the money. We have the bike.

Armed robbery. You're lookin' at 12 years.

And for what? For pennies.

When I'm inslde, I'll have to admit I was sent down for stealin' 10p colns.

- It's humiliatin'. - Too fuckln' true.

You're a creeper. It's In your nature.

You'll always be a bleedin' creeper. Give up out of that, will you?

Lt'll always be me hobby.

But I want somethln' blg.

Humillate them.

Besides, I've got a family to support. So has Noel.

If we go down for 12, it's gonna take a lot of money.

Here's what we're gonna do.

- We're gonna take O'Connor's. - O'Connor's the jeweler?

Two million in gold and jewels, waltin' for us.

Doesn't matter to me. I'm goin' down with you.

So gettin' nicked for another job makes no dlfference, but...

The IRA cased O'Connor's...

and even with thelr firepower...

they walked away from it.

The place is a fuckin' fortress.

You better belleve it.

Get in here, will ya?

What the fuck is thls?

- Why is he wearin' that in here? - Go lie down for a blt, please.

You don't need to know this bollix, and he doesn't need to know you.

This gentleman works in O'Connor's.

- He's kindly offered to help us out. - That's very nice of him.

Now, if word of this plan leaks out, I'll know who done it and he'll suffer.

You all know the rules.

This is the Penzance cock, isn't it? He's won everything.

Yeah, he won five races for me last year.

Stlll waltln' for him to bring home the trophy, though.

It's gonna be hard to leave them all.

People in our professlon shouldn't have famllies.

Makes us soft.

Fuck them. I'm not gonna let them put me away again.

Not this time.

It'll be a hard rap to beat.

That woman can't identify us. Not with the helmets on.

It's that forenslcs bollix. What's his name?

Donovan. Clever boyo.

Get outl

I don't care if it Is your birthday. Get out of here with that cake.

Hey, I'm gonna get you. Here, Martin, have a bite.

Go for lt!

You're bad!

I beg the court's indulgence in asklng for an adjournment.

I'm assured that Dr. Donovan will recover and Is determined to testify.

The perpetrator of thls heinous crime...

will be hunted down and brought to justice.

If this wicked person happens to be in this court...

let me remind him that sentences for pervertlng the course of justice...

are some of the severest that this court can inflict.

- I don't want to talk to you. - No, I don't want to talk to you.

- We know the type of bomb. - I don't want to talk to you.

You got it from the paramilitaries, probably a renegade.

The IRA won't like this.

They make thelr own inquiries. You know what that means.

The next time your door is kicked In, you'll be prayln' It's the police.

I don't want to talk to you.

That's good, Martin.

You'll talk to him, then.

Rlght, Martin.

Let's talk your own language, then.

Get up!

Come on, get upl

I'll burn your house.

Hlggins has a black dog.

You touch my dog, and I'll fuckin' kill ya.

- What have they done to you? - You all right?

I'm pissin' blood.

Sound pad, yeah.

Now, this came from our man inside.

It's not good enough.

Wlllie, I want you to go to the alarms company that fitted the system...

and rob the plans, all rlght?

Yeah. No worries.

- Is that the manager? - 7:55?

- Yeah. - On the dot.

They disarm the alarm between them. Each of them has half of the code.

It's freezin'.

- Next. Thank you. - How are you?

And that's their weak spot?

Yeah, but look.

- How many? - Just under a hundred.

That's a bit of a bolllx.

Electrified.

All the windows are alarmed, apart from them three at the top.

There he isl There's Cahill!

What do you know about the attempt on Dr. Donovan's life?

Show us your face. Take off the balaclava.

- Take it off. - Come on, Martin.

- Come on. - Give us a look, Martin.

Now, that is an unwarranted intrusion of that man's privacy.

- True. - What's the problem?

- There they are! - Over therel

This way, lads.

Before the adjournment...

several members of the jury complained of being followed and watched.

For the remainder of this trial...

I order the jury to be sequestered in a hotel...

under the armed protection of the Garda.

Jesus, I'm running out of ideas.

- Now, go again. Harry? - I nick a car on the North Slde.

- Shea? - I take one in Terenure.

- When? - 10:00.

- What klnd of motor? - Nothin' flash, just rellable.

- You all right? - No problem.

- Stuff fit ya? - Like a glove.

- Got the van? - Got It In me garage already.

- Tuned up. - What are we wearin'?

We're goin' as a soccer team. Track suits and trainers.

Burn them afterwards.

And?

Wear our own clothes under.

What's in the bags?

Cuttin' equipment.

Hang on. Do you know what's in the bags?

I know what's In the bags.

Well, what's the panic?

There's no need for panic.

- Any gun that's fired? - Get rid of it.

Make sure your alibls are rock solid.

And don't expect a woman to lle for you if you're playin' away from home.

That's me fucked up.

What about your alibi, Martin?

Just have to hope we can keep the old case goin'. We'll be in court.

- Will it be tomorrow? - I'll let you know, Gary.

I want you to pull a little stroke for me In court tomorrow.

Exhibit nine.

You will see that the analysis confirms that the paint on the helmet...

is Identical to that on the metal grllle in the arcade.

Martln Cahill's a murderer, drug dealer and a dart board!

He deserves to be sent down for lifel

Order! Order in this court!

What's this about?

I never seen him before in me life. It's gotta be a mlstrlal, hasn't it?

Mr. Mackie, I will not tolerate...

this kind of outrage.

I am as outraged as you, Your Honor.

However, my client claims no knowledge of this man.

And I must point out that the accusations made just now...

could influence the jury against my client...

and therefore I must ask you to declare a mistrial.

Members of the jury, this is a cynical ruse...

and I direct you to disregard what was said.

Are you taking up study of the law, Mr. Cahill?

See, I've been doin' a blt of reading tonight.

It seems that If you weren't In fear of your llfe...

when we took the money from you, they can't deal me.

What? Oh, Jesus.

So if you say In court...

that you were in fear of your life...

I'll have to make sure that you are in fear of your life.

- Have you got that? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Yvonne, have you got somebody with you?

Go back to sleep, Ma.

Good shot.

Somebody should fix that.

Pardon?

Somebody should fix that.

Me?

Whoa.

Right. Over. Up.

All right. It's gonna be a long night.

Right. We're in.

Good luck, lads.

Opening gate.

Good morning, Mr. Smidtz.

- Not a bad day. - Not bad, no.

Don't fuckin' move. Shut the fuck up.

What's goln' on?

Come on!

Jimmy, off you go.

What's up?

Just a problem wlth the alarms. It'll only take a couple of minutes.

- You're new, aren't you? - Yeah, me flrst day.

- Nice. - Just my luck.

What's golng on?

Something wrong with the alarms. It's gonna be a couple of minutes.

- What did he say? - What's goin' on, lads?

- What's everybody out here for? - Are we to stand out here all mornin'?

Just a little delay. It'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

- What was that? - Don't worry about lt. It's fine.

- It must be a test or something. - There's something golng on.

Is the shop open yet?

Looks good. Very good.

Looks very good.

I know we'll be inslde in a couple of minutes, okay?

Hurry your fuckln' self upl

What's the problem here?

Hold it!

Don't come out.

What the fuck is his problem?

- What the fuck is his problem? - What's the story with the gate?

Shut up, for fuck's sake! Shut upl

- Look, it's no problem. - I'll take a look for you.

It's an alarm thlng, you know. No, look. It's grand.

- It's bein' sorted out. - You sure?

Lt'll just take a couple of mlnutes. No problem.

All right, sirs. Take It easy. See you.

Right.

Now.

Out of the way! Get out of the fuckin' wayl

- what's wrong? - Get out of the wayl

Here.

Divide it up. Everyone gets the same.

You're the General. You should get more than us.

I will. When you've pissed It agalnst the wall...

or stuck It In your arm or up your nose, I'll stlll have mine.

Left, right, left, right.

Me and Noel have to go. Stay here. The bags'll be hldden safe later.

- All right? - Where?

Better you don't know.

One of them's mine. I've got a right to know.

You don't have a rlght to live unless I say so.

- Where's the fuckln' helmets? - Sorry, Martin.

Do you reallze it's against the law to ride a motorblke...

out on a publlc thoroughfare wlthout a fuckin' helmet?

Want to get me arrested?

In God's name.

What?

Wonder where all the press is today. Down at O'Connor's, I suppose.

- You left the key in there. - What bollix is gonna rob my bike?

- Come on. We're late. - It's absolutely disgraceful.

Your Honor, could we finish early today?

I have to draw me dole.

So, afraid for your life, you handed over the money?

Objectlon. Leadlng the witness.

- Sustalned. - I'll rephrase that.

With this gun pointlng at your head...

why did you glve them the money?

- Well, wouldn't you? - So, you were afraid you would be shot?

Not really. I'm used to it.

It's happened a few tlmes. They never shoot.

But they would if you dld not glve them the money?

I don't know. I always glve it to them.

But surely a terrifying experlence.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Your Honor...

I refer to section 23 of the Larceny Act of 1916.

If the state cannot show that the vlctim was In fear of her life...

then the charge cannot be sustained...

and I thereby call for an acqulttal.

Well done, men! You beat them agaln!

You fellas should be out catchin' the blg crlmlnals...

instead of botherin' us little fellas.

We'll catch you yet, Cahill. We'll take you down.

There's roughly 1,000 carats in diamonds...

and 3,000 carats of sapphlres...

rubies and sundries.

The whole lot's worth around L1 million.

I'll glve you L50,000 for the lot.

- For fuck's sake! - It's the best I can do.

No, it's not. We won't take less than ten percent of lts value.

- Oh, ten per-fucklng-cent. - It's the standard rate.

We won't haggle. It's beneath us.

So, like, you know, if you want to leave here alive...

Done.

Mr. Beavis has also made an offer for your gold.

Twenty grand a man, so it's up to yourselves.

To be delivered to me in London, of course.

- So, are you pleased wlth lt? - Oh, yeah.

We thought it was a bit fancy when we seen it goln' up...

but she's state of the art, all right.

You've got great height there, you know. You need that.

Yeah. What's the story here?

She's got stamina. She's brave.

That's pedigree there. That's a wlnner.

What are you askin'?

A lot of money, but you can have her for what I paid.

I wouldn't take a profit. Not from you.

How often do you take the ferry? You know, with the plgeons.

Flyin' them or buyin' them.

Every couple of weeks, at least.

Sometimes I might go over twlce a week.

- Is she due? - Yeah, any minute now.

- Where's the race from this week? - Milton Keynes.

I don't know if it's a poet or a place.

- Good luck, now. - Yeah. See you.

Thanks.

I can't see it. Where will It be comin' from?

There. There he is. He's comin' in.

- Oh, there it is, yeah. - My pigeons don't fly, they flutter.

Amazin', isn't it, they find their way back from a place miles away?

Ah, Penzance, you little darlin'. Come here to me.

Hurry up, Da.

What's on the clock, Da?

- Thanks. See ya. - No problem. Best of luck next week.

- Yeah. - Hi, Martin.

- How are you, Katherine? - Is it okay if I get nappies off you?

- That's what they're there for. - That's great. Thanks. See you later.

Havin' a little party at the creche with the klds.

- Tryin' to raise some money. - You're Mrs. Flannlgan?

- Yeah. - What's the eldest now?

- Seven now. - Oh, Jesus! Seven.

- Tell Mick I was askin' for him. - I will. Thanks, Martln.

Good luck.

Half them fuckers is havin' you on. They're lyin' bastards.

It's my way of payin' taxes, you know.

Listen, I heard about your brother Anthony.

- I'm sorry for your troubles. - Died in jail.

Was it the wardens? Brutality, was lt?

No, it was the smack...

which you're fond of yourself, Jimmy.

You drug addlcts are always short of money.

I've got that under control.

Yeah. Johnny!

There you are.

You were a gold bar short on your last run. Where the fuck is it?

Martin, I never would.

Jesus, I swear on me mother's life.

So, did It grow legs and run away?

Honest.

Own up, and I'll leave you off with a hidin'.

Martin, please, no!

This isn't right. There's some kind of mix-up.

I'm gonna nail down this problem once and for all...

so it doesn't come back to haunt me.

Martin, I swear. I swear to God I'd tell you If I knew.

You're a fuckin' llar.

Only for the pigeons, I wouldn't have let you join in the first place.

Okay, listen, I mlght have pulled a few strokes now and agaln...

just to feed me habit, you know, but I wouldn't rip you off.

- Jesus Christl - You're golng to know how he felt.

Talk.

I don't know.

Oh, shit.

The bolllx is innocent.

Nobody could take that much pain without talkin'.

Hello. This man here.

You came through with flying colors. I'll see you never want.

You're my man, right? All right?

- Hello! - Take a seat. I'll be right with you.

Fuck that. Here, come on.

Hello, Doctor. Excuse me, Doctor.

Hello, Doctor, thls man is very slck.

He's bleedln' to death, ain't he? See ya, Jimmy.

What have you done to yourself?

I was playin' snooker.

Fuck the IRA. They're amateurs.

Just hear what they've got to say.

What do you want? Been up all night dealin' with one of me own men.

Yeah. The crucifixlon.

Fair play. You've got your ear close to the ground.

- Congratulations on the O'Connor job. - Thanks very much, yeah.

It was too tough for the IRA, I hear.

So, you're gettin' into drug dealin', huh?

Nah, not me. I don't hold with it.

Some of your men have been buyin' up heroln.

Now they're flush with money.

It's for themselves, isn't lt? We all have our hobbles, you know.

I'm into pigeons myself.

Well, you let them know that the IRA will be taking measures agalnst them.

For fuck's sake.

Paddy, you could have sent me a postcard, you know.

We want half the O'Connor haul.

For fuck's sake.

If you want your own gold, you get your own fuckin' gold.

- Rob your bleedin' own, all rlght? - Keep your voice down.

Fuck's sake! You pull your strokes, and we'll pull ours.

Come here! You're not gettln' a penny, you dossersl

Go awayl There's nothin' as low as robbin' a robberl

Martin, just calm down. There's no point aggravatin' them, for fuck's sake.

What's the matter wlth you?

Walk away, why don't you?

I have a lot on me mind. The IRA's on me back.

I hurted Jimmy when I shouldn't have.

Half me men are drug addicts.

You're not llke them. You're a good man.

How many other men do you know don't drink or smoke...

or hang around wlth other women?

Why don't you go around the flat and see Tina?

We've had a chat about it, me and her. I don't mind.

Keep it in the family, what?

I've been thinkin' about it.

That's settled, then.

I don't know what you're lookin' so sad for.

What?

Yeah, he did.

And that.

Enough of that.

Tell Frances to come over here Instead of talkin' behind me back.

Did you hear that, Frances?

They've taken Gary.

Lifted him off the street in broad daylight.

- IRA? - Yeah, for pushin' drugs.

- Was he? - No, not really.

Bit of dodging and weaving. Personal, really.

Leave me bike.

But they're namin' all of us, even those who don't do drugs.

They're whippln' the people up agalnst us. It's fuckin' mayhem out there.

Here, let me get me dole money, and we'll see what can be done.

Right.

95 Anders Road.

Yeah, it's pandemonium. You can hear them. Listen.

No, of course not.

Youse police are never here when you are needed.

I'm a friend of Ned Kenny.

Get out, Curley, you bleedin' drug pusherl

We don't bleedln' want you around herel

There you are, poisonin' our bleedin' kids. Out, out, out, out!

You're rulnin' our klds wlth your drugs.

We're throwing you out.

You people know me.

I'm not a pusher, and I'm not a user.

Which one of you has ever seen me sellin' drugs, eh?

Come on! Which one of you?

We know what you are, Noel Curley.

A fucking crook who'd stoop to anything.

You're out of here in two days.

You can fuck off.

Two days and you're out.

Gary says what they were really after was where the O'Connor loot is stashed.

This anti-drug shit is all bolllx. It's just a smoke screen.

He said they threatened to nall hls hands to the fuckin' floor.

Well, you know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

All rlght, boys.

All right. Now listen, all of you.

Stay away from the drugs.

This is a battle of wits.

We have to let the people know that we're not dealers or pushers.

The IRA think they own the fuckin' kip.

They're trying to turn our own people against us.

They're comin' back for Noel agaln tomorrow.

They're tryln' to toss him out of hls fuckln' house.

We'll be waltin' for them.

- Pushers outl - When do we want it?

Now!

- What do we want? - Pushers outl

- When do we want it? - Now!

You know who the real pushers are. Why don't you go after them...

Instead of molesting ordinary, decent criminals?

If you know who they are, why don't you go after them if you're so concerned?

Just get the fuck away from me house!

Fuck off! Get the fuck away!

You all right?

Jesus, you left that a bit late.

Timing.

Good. Right.

We get back down to business.

I've had an Idea. Do you know anythlng about art?

Art? No. Do you?

No, I don't know anythlng about art, but I do know what I like...

to steal.

Apart from one other owned by the Queen of England...

this is the only Vermeer in private hands.

It would probably fetch in excess of L20 million on the open market.

Slr Alfred Belt has recently announced his Intentlon...

of gifting it to the National Museum of Ireland.

If you'd llke to follow me, please.

How would anyone get the klnd of money that would buy all this?

I don't know.

Thls Alfred Beit has a hole in South Afrlca full of diamonds.

Pays blackies about L2 a week to dig them out for hlm.

I seen it on the telly.

He has them x-rayed on the way out in case they swallow one.

What's she writin'?

It's got to be a love letter.

It's a shoppin' llst. She's sendlng her woman out for a package of corn flakes.

L5 each.

It's robbery.

Look at the knockers on that one.

See this?

Twenty milllon.

Twenty million for that bollix?

I can't see lt.

Ah, It's class, Gary.

You wouldn't know anything about that.

I'll tell you what is class, though.

The fuckin' securlty system.

Armed police here in ten.

I've got it worked out.

Now, that's a good fuckin' picture there.

See?

See the way the eyes follow you around the room. Look.

That's a nlce chandelier, isn't it?

All cars, proceed fo Russborough House.

- Emergency alarms friggered. - They're on thelr way.

We'll have a cup of tea.

There's sugar In that.

No sugar In that.

Come on, lads.

Check around the back.

Check out the grounds there.

Look for any signs of forced entry.

You see anythlng out there?

Check all the windows.

We need more men on the grounds.

- It's all rlght over here. - She's clear down this way.

- No, there's no sign of anything. - They can find nothln' taken.

Okay, sfand down. False alarm.

They're callln' it a false alarm.

- All clear, Sarge. - Out of here.

Let's go. Come on.

All right. Slow down.

Here. Hang on.

Back up a bit. Come on.

You wrecked the front of that car.

What's your fuckln' problem? They're not our cars, are they?

All right. Shut up. Get the paintings out.

Let's go. Put those there.

Okay. Now, the rest of you, away you go. Good luck, Gary.

Why?

Because if you don't know where they are, if they go missin'...

you won't get blamed.

- Who'd you say did that one? - Reubens. He's the tit man.

Where is lt?

Ah, Jesus.

Are you sure you're going to be able to find it again?

I've thls one well marked.

Haven't I been up here breakin' me back diggin' the fucker out?

Well, we didn't find any of that fine silver you buried up here.

They won't notice the paintings are missin' till the mornin'.

- Thls is my alibi. You go on home. - Right.

What do you want this time, Cahlll?

I'm makin' a complaint. Police brutality.

- I want to see Inspector Kenny. - He won't be here tlll mornin'.

- I'll wait. - All night?

- Yeah. - You pull another stroke?

- Garda, I need a lift home. - Ah, Paddy.

- I'm not fit to drive. - You're not fit to live, boy.

- Fuck off home and leave me alone. - Don't talk to me llke that.

It's been a long nlght. I'll fuckin' slap the head off you. Get out.

- Mornln' slr. - Quiet night, Mick?

Just himself.

Dld you sleep well, Martin?

I can sleep at nlght, you know?

I have to take my hat off to ya, do I?

You're the General, is it?

Up there amongst the famous crimlnals in the record book.

What? What do you mean?

Now you're an art connoisseur as well.

Do you think there's buyers out there for that kind of stuff?

If anyone does come after it, you'll never know if it's a stlng or not.

- And maybe that'll be the end of you. - Hang on. What did I do?

I been here all night. I want to make a comp(aint.

Police harassment.

You're not welcome.

I hear O'Connor had to close down.

A hundred people lost their jobs...

ordinary, decent skins, because of you.

Man of the people.

They can go on the dole, like I have to.

Robin Hood, is it? You scumbag.

I've been asking for a team to keep you under 24-hour surveillance.

They wouldn't give me the funds. Now, with this, they will.

We'll be all over you. You won't take a plss without us knowing about it.

And now it's 7:45.

You got your alibl, if that's what you came for.

Now, get the fuck outta here, you prick.

Get out.

Excuse me. How do you feel about the police following you all the time?

There's no police following me. I never see them.

I never see them. Now, serlously, I don't notice them.

- No interest In the police. - Do you deny you're Martin Cahill...

crime boss known as the General?

- There must be another Martln Cahill. - Then who do you think the General is?

Some army officer.

Then why have the pollce circulated notlces about Martin Cahill...

known as the General, wanted for armed robbery?

I thlnk I do know. There's an Inspector Ned Kenny.

He's always trying fo blacken me. We made a complaint against him.

You look great on the telly, love.

My God, is that set adjusted right? Makes me look fat.

You're not fat. Just cuddly.

Can't see your face, though.

I was covering up, wasn't I?

The hand over the face... why is fhis?

Well, Detecfive Ned Kenny said he was gonna puf someone somewhere...

to identify me for somefhin' I didn'f do.

So I've had fo do this in public places ever since.

Why are you on the dole?

I didn't know Gary was in it.

Desperate, isn't it?

- You're awful. - Good, isn't it?

Well, what's this about?

Have to take care of them paintings.

How can we? Them crawlin' all over us. My nerves are shot to bits.

Ignore them. They can't keep it up.

They've 90 men following us. We'll shake them off anyway.

- How are you, Mrs. Harney? - What? In this?

Hey, Cahill. Which sister did you screw last night?

- Both? - Yours.

Three hundred mlles up.

We've been drivin'...

We've been drivln' for about six, seven hours.

Won't be long now.

How are ya, lads?

Fuckin' getting fed up with these sandwiches.

What's in them?

You know, banana, peanut butter and jam... Elvis sandwiches.

He used to like them pan fried though.

- Do you want one? - No. Seen that sheep before. Look.

Does she know you?

Stalking ya, is she?

Barbara.

What the fuck's he doln'?

Bastard's got a spare can of fuckin' fuel.

- Fuck. We're nearly out. - Bollix.

- What the fuck're we gonna do? - Call control.

They've run out.

Ready? Come on. Back up.

- Jesus! - Sorry, lads.

We'd give you a lift, but we're not goin' anywhere near Harcourt Street.

How long do you think we got?

About 20 minutes at least before they can get another car up here.

Right.

Somebody's whipped the fuckin' painting.

I wonder what fucker'd do that.

That's mildew, Martin.

Ah, so It is.

Ah, there she Is. Stlll at the old writln'.

Right.

- Yeah. - Come on.

Stupid bleedin'...

Easy, all rlght?

Probably wasn't that expensive, that one.

I didn't like that picture. Did you see what was on it?

I know.

What were you up to tonight, Cahill?

That was a clever old stunt you pulled there all right, Martin.

Chalk that one up. But, by God, when you fall, you will fall heavy.

You're a great sportsman, Higglns.

Aren't you the golf champion?

Wasn't it you who fought for that private golf course for the Garda?

No crooks allowed, just crooked cops.

Well, you'll have no problem gettin' a hole in one In future.

You bastardl

you fucking bastard!

You fucklng, connivlng, lousy bastard!

There will be a new level of public cynicism...

when if becomes known fhaf the noforious Marfin Cahill has acquired...

an L80,000 house...

as well as a Corporafion flat while every week drawing fhe dole.

Martin, they're every five mlnutes now. We have to go.

Yeah, you're right.

Unless it is thaf neifher properfy is large enough on ifs own...

fo hang his collecfion of painting.

- I'll just get the bag, right? - Perhaps he needs the fwo houses...

so fhat he can gaze at his ease...

af his collecfion of 17fh century Dufch Masfers.

He can't accuse me of that. There's no evidence.

He can, Martin. They can say what they like in the Dail and get away with it.

Is that right? Why don't I get elected?

I'd get the criminal vote. Fifty percent of the country.

You can't. You've got a criminal record.

- How do you know all thls? - School.

- You'd know if you'd ever gone. - Martin, come on. Let's go.

There was a general welcome when fhe Minisfer for Social Welfare announced...

Marfin Cahill's unemployment assistance was being suspended...

pending an investigafion info his financial situation.

- What? - Come here.

Mary Harney urged the Revenue commissioners fo get involved.

She reminded fhe Dail that Al Capone was jailed for tax evasion.

Let's go. You all right?

Another little thief comln' Into the world, Martin?

- How many little bastards is that? - Fuck off!

That's a pregnant woman!

Did you see your man O'Malley comin' up here all the way from the country...

givin' out about us, huh?

With a head on him, from stab city?

They went and got televlsion.

- Was that all rlght, Martin? - Well done, Nick. You better scarper.

Every whore In the land wants to bother me. Fuck them.

- Hold on tlght. - What?

- Bloody hell. - Jesus.

Jesus, Martin. Bloody hell. Are you all rlght, Tina?

You prick.

You seen that, didn't you? I want compensatlon, right?

I have a woman givln' blrth, and these bastards are bleedin' harassing me!

She nearly gave birth in the road.

Whiplash... me neck is fucked.

Right. Holles Street, maternity ward.

- Put the slren on there, will ya? - Cahill, you bastard.

Garda, what is golng on here?

What is this?

- Garda, come back here. - All rlght, Gary?

Look, we can't pull no strokes with them watchin', Martin.

- They'll fuckin' starve us out. - Treat it as a game.

Don't let them get to ya. Go on In.

- Here ya go. - Look.

Ain't she gorgeous? That she Is.

- Thanks. How are you? Great. - What are you gonna call her?

Charlotte.

- Isn't she lovely? - Who's the mother, Martin?

- Beautiful. - Isn't she gorgeous?

You'll frighten her.

The heat's because of the paintings.

Why don't we just take the 50 grand reward?

Maybe they'll let us go back to normal.

Gridlock. Look.

- I had an offer. - Is it kosher?

Let's find out.

Rlght, boys.

Here's the story.

There he Is. I'm off.

That can't be him. There he Is now.

Go on, follow him. That one, after him. Go on.

Hey, there's another two.

- Which is which? - I don't bloody know, do I?

Come in, Tango Three. Tango One is outside 95 Anders Road. Over.

- All right? - Get on.

Oh. Yeah. All right. Go.

Them paintings have brought us bad luck, Martin. We should get rid of them.

- I've had another offer. - From who?

- The Ulster Volunteer Force. - Oh, Jesus, don't mess with them lads.

- Why not? - They're loyalist, paramilitary...

butcherlng fucking bastards, that's why.

I don't give a fuck about them, or the IRA.

Anyway, it's the only genuine offer I got.

All right, Johno?

See ya, all rlght? Follow him.

The bastards are back with a warrant.

Better make them a cup of tea.

What?

This isn't my house. Belongs to me sister-in-law.

She lets us stay here sometimes, you know?

You have made other quite substantial acquisitions...

that we would like to talk to you about, Mr. Cahill.

- What? - An expensive motorbike, for instance.

Ah, that was just a good day at the races.

Would you excuse me a minute? I've got a bowel problem.

It's probably nerves, seeing you and all. Thanks.

- More tea? - No, thanks.

Do they pay you extra for home visits?

We do get mlleage allowance, yeah.

- How much a mile? - 75p a mlle.

You must make a proflt on that.

And, of course, you pay tax on it if you do, I'm sure.

I was sittin' on the toilet there and it came to me.

Now, the whole of Ireland's In the shit.

You know, with tax evasion, drugs, vandalism.

I put It down to a lack of respect for politlcians...

civll servants, people like that, you know?

That's not your car, I hope.

There, now. You see? That's exactly what I'm talkin' about. Blood vandals.

Oh, Martln Cahill, you're mentall

What's the matter with you? Martin! Jesus!

- No. Stay. - Is he all right?

- I hope so. - They're all out to get me.

I never should have bought thls house.

You don't own thlngs, they own you.

- No, stay. You'll be all rlght. - Just relax.

- We're not free like we were. - Tommy, run down and get the doctor.

- You'll be all right, Martln. - Quick!

What's wrong, Dad?

Yeah. You'll be all right.

You'll learn how much insulin you need, night and morning...

depending on how active you intend to be.

Diabetes is controllable...

if you're sensible.

- He'll be fine. - Thanks, Doctor.

And I was the one that didn't stlck needles in himself, huh?

You beat the whole world, your own body turns against you.

- It's a bolllx. - And no more cream cakes.

Noel's here.

Come in.

How you keepln', Martin?

Never better.

I want you to ride shotgun for me when I meet these UVF fellows.

I can't.

- Are you nlcked? - No.

I confessed to the post office job.

I have to get away from the strain of lt.

To go inside for a few months, you know?

Peace, recuperation.

I've lost me appetlte for crlme.

Jesus. Noel.

You're all desertln' me.

Shea and Jimmy were caught last night.

They got careless.

They're up in court next week.

Better take these.

They're the keys to the garage.

Was there somethin' else?

They shot Willie last night.

He was doin' a stroke.

Just a supermarket.

He snuck out late.

Thought he'd slip the survelllance.

All he was lookln' for was food for his young ones.

If the supermarket had been open he'd have paid with his own money.

They shot him dead on the way out.

The Gardas have more guns than us, Martin.

It's becoming decidedly hazardous for us to ply our trade.

There's no one left.

There's plenty of young fellows. They worship you. They'd die for you.

They're not Hollyfield.

The only ones I trust are Hollyfield.

There's Gary.

Yeah, rlght.

There's Gary.

We had a good crack, didn't we, as kids?

We're not fuckin' Itallans.

Ah, Maeve. Jesus, the size of you.

I suppose you hate people sayin' that to you. Do you?

Get them out of here, will you?

Yeah, rlght.

Martin, come on in.

To bed. Come on.

Qulet them down, wlll ya?

She mindlng them on her own since the mlssus died?

It won't do her no harm. The granny comes in during the day.

Have you still got surveillance, Gary?

They gave up on me.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Martin.

Have you still got that fold-away piece?

Yeah, under the floorboards.

- Get it, will you? - Why?

Is this lt?

If you don't mind me saying, Martin, I don't like lt.

Are you a Republlcan, Cahill?

Criminal. What are you?

Loyalists.

Oh, I'm into loyalty. Loyalty to what?

- The Queen. - Ah, great.

I identify with her.

Her ancestors tortured and murdered...

and grabbed every bleedin' thing they could.

And she doesn't pay any taxes. She's my hero.

Ah, you're very sure of yourself.

Got cover, you know?

Is that lt?

I'm displaying my wares.

"Bank van Ma..." South African, is it?

It's where our weapons are comlng from. Your money's there...

once they authenticate the plcture.

I trust you.

Why would you do that, Cahill?

Because if you let me down...

I'll tell the Queen on you.

Tango One just crept out from under a stone.

You stupld bastard.

You're creepy and you're crawly, Cahill, you fuckin' slug.

Get up, Cahill, you fllthy knacker.

Da. Is that you, Da?

There he is, Tommy.

What are you doin' out, Dad?

It was a nice night, son.

Had a notlon I might sleep outside.

It's fuckin' freezin'.

You mind your language. This is a respectable neighborhood.

Worse fuckin' luckl

Are you out of your mind?

- It's a game. - A game?

Thanks, son.

Gonna get some evidence, Da.

Turn the radio on, Martln.

This is the firsf of fhe Beif painfings fo be recovered.

Three members of fhe terrorisf group the Ulsfer Volunfeer Force...

were arresting in possession of fhe painting in a sting operation...

What are you doin'?

Come on, son.

Gonna finish feedln' them pigeons.

You're killin' yourself with your pride.

We've got you now, Cahill.

I didn't think even you could sink so low.

Your own crowd will lynch you when they hear...

you've been dealing with the Protestant subversives.

Give me land, lots of land under sfarry skies above

Don'f fence me in

Lef me ride in fhe wide open country fhat I love

- Traitor! - Don'f fence me in

Let me be by myself in fhe evening breeze

You bum. Shut up, you bastard!

- Don'f fence me in - Ya traitor!

Fuck.

- What's the problem? - They fuckin' followed you?

I didn't have time to slip them, you're that desperate. What is it?

- Fuck. - What the fuck Is it?

- I can't tell you with them watchlng. - Calm down, for Jesus' sake.

- I can't fuckin' calm down. - I can tell you what's bothering him.

- Fuck off. - He's been charged.

Rapin' and buggerin' his 14-year-old daughter.

- They're tryin' to break us, Martin. - That's who you're holding, you poof.

Run, run, run!

Although Ulysses describes every inch of Dublin...

Joyce hlmself fled to Paris...

escaping what he called "the daily spite of thls unmannered city."

To the rlght Is the home of...

- You done lt, didn't you? - Look, Martin...

if I'd done that, I'd fuckln' klll myself.

Fuck.

It was after that nlght with the Proddys.

Me nerves was in pleces. I got dead drunk.

I forgot me wife was dead. I thought it was her.

I don't know what I've done to Maeve.

You're a prlck.

Criminals don't molest klds. Leave that to the priests, will you?

Look, Martin. You've got to help me.

The Garda will beat the fuckin' shit out of me.

You know what they're like with perverts.

Get away from me.

I don't know what I'm going to say, Martin.

I'd be in that much of a state.

Mrs. Duggan.

Save your breath to cool your porridge, Martin Cahill.

I condemn hlm for what he done, Mrs. Duggan.

As God is my judge, I curse hlm. May he die roarin' for a prlest.

But don't turn that girl into a tout.

You're from Hollyfield. We'll settle this ourselves.

Hollyfleld people don't go to the cops. It'd betray everything we stand for.

What? What do you stand for?

Thievin' and klllin' and scarin' people to death.

Well, we don't live in Hollyfield now, thanks be to God.

Thlnk about what you're sayin', Mrs. Duggan.

You don't scare me.

I lost me daughter, and I seen this happen to me granddaughter.

Go on and kill me. Jesus, you'd be doln' me a favor.

Hand washed.

We've a washer-dryer now.

Here's me offer.

I'll buy her a little house.

I'll give her 20 grand to help her along.

She'll be under my protectlon.

And her uncles can glve Gary a hammerin'.

Hi, Maeve.

Just come over to glve you a hand, you know?

Sorry for your troubles.

Your nan'll tell you about me offer.

Think about it, will you? I know you don't want to be a tout.

Are you a worm, Cahill? Why don't you use your front door?

Stay away from Mrs. Duggan, or we'll get you on perverting the course of justice.

You could get 10 years for that.

We don't have to follow you anymore. Your own kind are reportlng on you.

Get off my wall. You're trespassin'.

It's a party wall, and Mrs. Harney here Is having a party.

She's invited us in.

Get those cops out of your place, Mrs. Harney, or I'll burn them out.

I'm warnin' ya. If you want to live next door to me...

If you want to stay allve, toss those whores out.

That's it, Cahill. We're takin' you in.

I llke you, Martin.

God knows why, but there's nothin' I can do for you here.

Look at your situation.

Gary will talk, I guarantee.

Those three UVF fellas, we'll make them a deal to testify against you.

The IRA are not going to be too happy about you helping Loyalists buy weapons.

Higglns is a child molester. He wanks hls dog. Where's me lawyer?

The shit is up to your neck and rising.

Is it time to use other means, Martin?

You know my method.

I'll have hlm, Pat. That's lt.

Right, sir.

Bye-bye, Higgins Bye-bye, son

Bye-bye, Higgins Here comes another one

How's your pigeons, Martin?

Llsten to me, Martln.

You're in a deep, deep hole.

I'm gonna put you away.

I'm gonna stitch you up for your own good.

Kenny's gonna frame me. He's gonna plant something on me.

- Llsten to me. - Kenny the stitcher.

Can't you sense lt, Martin?

It's all around.

Can't you feel it? There's a bullet comin'.

Kenny's a murderer! He's gonna shoot me! Get me out!

Llsten! Why can't you just llsten?

No, please!

Not any more! Please, don't.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, don't hit me.

See, your problem is...

that you're doin' stuff to me that'd bother you.

But I'm not llke you.

Water off a duck's back.

But I'll tell you what.

You're gettin' to be llke me.

Trespass, harassment, intlmldation...

beatin' people up.

You've had to come down to my level.

That's right, Martin.

You brought me down with you. I'm in the gutter as well.

You used to be a straight cop...

a good culshie boy from Kerry.

Always did what the priest told him, knew right from wrong.

Now look at you.

The Church let you down, dld it?

Nobody belleves in nothin' anymore...

except me.

Would it suit you, Martin...

if it was my bullet?

Sergeant Patrick Hlggins, sir...

attached to Rathmines Garda statlon.

Sergeant, can you identify the accused...

despite the sllly disguise?

Yes, sir. It's Martin Cahill.

And do you give an undertaklng to deslst from threatening your neighbor?

I do.

And will you tell Inspector Kenny to stop threatening me?

You're bound over to keep the peace.

Here he comes.

Take off that mask.

Come on, Martln. Show yourself.

Ha! Show myself? I'll bleedin' show myself.

He's makln' a horses arse of you!

Just glve me another month, sir. He's cracking.

Cracking? Is he?

It's tomorrow, Martln. She's gonna testify.

I think I lost the bastards.

I seen your photograph In the paper, Martin.

Tomorrow's the day, Martin.

She's determined to testify.

You were done by that parish priest when you were an altar boy, weren't you?

Yeah. He done all us lads.

That's gonna be your defense.

You say it screwed up your sex llfe.

Some shit like that.

Jesus. I wouldn't llke to grass on him.

He was a nlce young fella.

It didn't hurt too much. He enjoyed it.

- What? - And he let us drink the altar wine.

Are you all rlght, Martin?

If we can just get it adjourned for two or three months...

it'll glve her time to change her mind.

We've tried every avenue.

We'll stage a break-in.

Rough the place up.

Why?

I'll glve you a flesh wound.

That'll do it.

- You think so? - They'll have to delay it.

They'll have to. What do you thlnk?

- Good, isn't it? - Yeah, Martin. It's good.

Mind if I have a drlnk to dull the pain?

Jesus, Martin. That was my favorite mugl

Put your leg up there, will you, Gary?

Fuck! Jesus, Martln, dld you have to smash my fuckin' kneecap?

Fuck.

Jesus, sorry, Gary.

Me aim has all gone to fuck slnce I got thls "dlabolllx."

Still, it'll look more genuine.

Give us a couple of minutes before you call the ambulance and the law.

Thanks, Martin.

Good luck.

What is it?

- What's wrong? - Do your insulin.

Come on, what's wrong?

It was on the radio. They found the paintings.

They couldn't have.

Only myself and Noel knew where they were.

It's Noel.

He touted on me.

That's why he went inside. He knew I'd fuckin' kill him.

- He's a traitor. - No, it was an accident.

- Everybody's rattin' on me. - No, they're not.

There was a fire in the garage next door and the fire brigade had to open it up.

- It was just bad luck. - Do you believe that?

- They put that out to protect Noel. - Noel wouldn't.

Where's Tina? I seen her talklng to a copper yesterday.

- I wasn't, Martin. - You were. I seen ya.

He was only asking me how the baby was.

- Yeah, that's how it starts. - What are you on about?

Can I trust nobody now?

Ah, he's one of the best.

But he has to go to work now fairly soon.

Orla, come here.

Come in.

Haven't I told you not to play wlth the neighbor's kids?

Don't worry, Da. They won't play wlth us.

Why don't we go out tonight?

Just you and me and Tina, hm?

Go to a restaurant or somethin'?

Show them they're not gettin' to us.

Go on. Feed your pigeons.

- How's it hanglng there, Martln? - Any of them left alive?

Any chance of a bit of pigeon stew there, Martln, huh?

That's a queer hairy looking plgeon you've got there.

It's all right.

Penzance.

Stop.

I want you to smlle. Do you hear me?

We have to go out there in a mlnute. They're gonna be watchln'.

Better smile. You hear me?

Right.

What's black and brown and looks good on a sollcitor?

A rottweiler.

A bleedin' rottweller.

That's a good one now.

I was told that they were two mighty good ferrets.

- Oh, this Is lovely, isn't it? - Mmm, that's nice.

Ah, gorgeous. I'm stuffed.

Look at this.

Ah, Martin, your favorite.

Them days are gone forever.

Remember when you stole me a cream cake?

What was I, ten?

I loved you then.

I love you still.

Good times.

Where was I?

Probably crappin' your nappy.

Us against them. That's what you said.

Still Is.

Martin, come here.

Look. They're gone.

You've beaten them. They're gone.

See ya.

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