All language subtitles for In.the.Land.of.Saints.and.Sinners.2023.NORDiC.720p.WEB-DL.H.264.DD5.1-BANDOLEROS (1)

NORTHERN IRELAND 1974

DECADES OF UNREST HAVE
ESCALATED INTO ARMED CONFRONTATION

Here we come.

Let's move it, boys.

Children, damn it.

Don't tease me, Patrick.

This is what was missing.

Why did you do that?

Pick it up. Apologise to your brother.

Now is not the time for this.
We are already late.

Come on, for fuck's sake!

Leave them there!

Get the fuck out of here!

Get in the car!

Aja!
-Anna go!

GLEANN CHOLM CILLEN REGION

Jesus Christ! Slow the fuck down!

You're a sly old bastard, Finbar.

What's that, Vinny?
-I know what you're doing.

I can't shoot unless I see them.
Move them back up.

I can't hear the wind.
-Just yeah.

If Officer O'Shea tries to suggest
that I'm making a fool of myself, I'm gonna get mad.

If you bet,
you have to play fair.

Are you going to squeal
or disappear as usual?

Fuck you.
-Anna go.

Treacherous bastard.

Thank you.
-Get the ashes out of the nest.

What are you up to today?

Feeding the cat and Gulliver
and philosophising with the little people.

I've already read "Gulliver's Travels".
Now I'm reading Mr Dostoyevsky. Russian.

I don't know anything about that.
Agatha Christie is my favourite.

Where are we going?
-There's a bit of work to do around here.

Mrs Bailey said.
the village welcome sign has disappeared.

You'll see what real work is like.

Well bruised.

Reddish brown.

Burgundy.
-Wine red?

Yes, burgundy.

On a pacemaker
has lost control of the wheel.

Or a drunk.
-Yes. Not exactly a healthy thing to do.

Now you're looking for a madman in the village?

Yes. I think this is...
by this afternoon.

I can feel your eyes on the back of my neck.

Rita. Adam would certainly have
would have taken you rather than Eve,

if he had seen your garden.

Well, it's good to have a hobby.
-you beautify the home.

I'll put it on the table. Which would be familiar,
if you'd accepted my invitation to dinner.

How is Brendan?

He will not recover.

He can't bear to die,
when she's such a beautiful woman.

The explosion claimed six lives, including
three children. The IRA is suspected of the attack.

But it has not taken responsibility.
You can report your information to the police.

BANTRYN SATAMA

BANTRY VILLAGE AWARDS

Can I have some quiet?

The next person I cannot praise enough.

He has done more
than our village deserves.

He's a real all-rounder, and with a little
with a little encouragement, we can hear something.

Bart McGuiness, would you play a song for us?

You can't bear to listen
the old man's blasphemy.

My family also puts plugs in their ears.

I wish I was ma

Carrickfergus

For the star of Ballygrand evenings

Then I would go swimming

Across the deepest waters

Deepest water
To find love

Here we go. Out with the ball.

Just shoot here and save yourself the trouble.
-Continue your journey. To the left.

Here's a good one.

Two steps to your right.

Start digging.

Where are we?

I'll be here forever.
I want to know where we are.

Donegal.

You are in Donegal.
On the other side of the country.

"The forgotten county". Fits the pattern.

Is this how you support yourself?
-Depth is enough. Get up from there.

On your knees.

For God's sake!

All these trees...

You've been busy.

On your knees.

Hands behind your head.

You have one minute. Say something,
defend yourself. Whatever.

There is no need to defend this.
I knew this day would come.

It took longer than I thought.

That's a lifetime.

I had a temper when I was young.

I killed my share.

I knew it couldn't be cancelled.

But one day I decided,
I would not let it destroy my life.

Somehow or other I pushed
that dark cloud aside.

I found my place in the community again.

I helped what I could.

This is how it ends for us.

Somewhere in a wind-drained swamp.

Try to do a little good
before you end up here.

Time is not unlimited.

My days are numbered

Come on, you youngsters

and put me down

Any trouble, Kev?
-No.

Are you a homppe, Robert?

Judging by your records, you are.
-Are you slow, Kev?

Based on your boots, you are.

Who knows what kind of mess
you left behind there.

This Moody Blues single is really good.

I'm borrowing this.

Pleasures attract the faint-hearted
to an early death.

Who said that? Yeats?

My mother.

Who is it?
-Just me, Mrs McQue.

Finbar! Robbie told me you were coming.
I baked your favorite concoctions.

Cherry?

I thought it was raisins.

It's a raisin.
You know me better than I know myself.

Well, that's what I thought.

Will you take them with you?
-Otan.

You have never said no.

Good fucking morning to you.

Are they fresh from the oven?

Remember your manners.

There he is.
The fastest man in the West.

Note that he is from Dublin.
-Nowadays young people...

How are you doing?
-Are you happy with yourself?

Thank you.
-A new addition to the collection?

I got it in payment from the O'Reilly clan.

Painted by a Mexican.

Obviously a big shout in America.

And much more valuable than my debt.

Too bad you can't sell it
back to the rightful owner.

I'm listening.
There should be a gig in a week.

Give it to the boy.

The show. Give all the gigs to him.

I've been doing a bit of thinking about this.

Nothing but bad decisions
After Margaret's death.

I think there's more to it than that.
I want people to know that.

What are you so keen to
want to show the world?

It's all you know how to do.

I could have a garden.

A garden?
-No.

So you're going to abandon me
and leave me at the mercy of that outcast?

Thank you.

Will you miss me?

Like a hole in the head.

You want seeds?
-Yes, Pat, seeds.

You don't usually buy seeds.

Not before this.

Are you sure now?
-Do you have them or not?

Well, yeah. Here they are.

Broad beans, cabbage,
carrots and more.

I thought about starting my own garden.
Some poplars -

and maybe a goldfish bowl,
which you have over there.

Goldenseal is a weed, Finbar.

I didn't know that.
I could use a teacher.

Is it good?
-What's better, the food or the company?

Was your wife a good cook?
Wasn't she Margaret?

Oli.

Sorry, there was no...
-It's OK.

It's only been a while,
since I heard his name.

Margaret.

Always trying something new.
He baked a loaf of bread once, it's been a while.

Added apples and nuts to the dough.

A little cinnamon too.

I had never tasted it.
-Sounds good.

No, it was terrible.
As I said, I'd never tasted anything like it.

And fortunately I never had to again.

Was it in Dublin?

Oli. I walked with him
his bookshop every day.

On the way to the factory.
He loved those books.

Got me reading too.

I wish I had met him.

He was too good for me. Like you.

I'll be with you in a minute.

How is Moya?

If you can hook a fish,
be careful not to cut your hand on the line.

Use this.

There you go.

Are you hoping to catch a goldfish?
You can christen it Goldie.

Fish don't care about people.

The grandfather said not to love
those who do not respond to love.

It's a good rule.
-You have to have fish on the table.

Now it works.

Let go of some line.

Oh no.

Moya, it's okay. Moya!

YOU ARE HERE
GOD BLESS YOU!

Hi, Pat.

All right, Sinéad?
-It's good to see you on such a busy night.

Hi, Catherine.
-Hey, Finbar. He's sulking today.

That old bastard. Oh, no.

Yes. And on my only night off.

Beer for the grouch
and a pear cider for the wife.

A small whisky for me.

You're in the money. How
a bookseller can afford that?

I beat you all the time.

Have you caught the wild man yet?

It was not a very productive day at work.
But I'll get him.

Of course.

Can I have some water?
-The violin plays beautifully.

Thank you, friend. Old as the sky,
but it still makes a sound.

Would you say so too? Old as the sky?
-We call it a broom.

Thank you.

What brings you here?

A long time ago, an Irishman came to my village.
He played the most beautiful song I ever heard.

He left before I could learn it,
so I had to come here.

Don't you miss your home?

I don't need fights and blood.

I saw your daughter on the Moya Bridge.
Fishing for dinner.

Sounds like Moya. Tough to beat.

We are like ships in the night,
I'm always at work.

Don't be too hard on him.
-How so?

A dinner plate fell into the water.

What?
-The fault was mine. I disturbed him.

Okay. Thanks for the warning.

Watch my feet.
-It's been a while.

That's the look I recognise.

Where to go?

You're not going to run away for a plate of food, are you?

I told your mother,
that it was my fault.

He is left alone to miss you,
if you ride off.

You are brave, yes.
Horses hate the dark.

They are scared to death
rabbit holes and rabbits.

Better to escape in daylight.

There will be no nasty surprises.

But it's up to you, of course.

Do you still live in a caravan?
-Yes. The house will never be finished.

You can go now.

What?
-You can go now.

No. A gentleman may
the lady all the way to the door.

No need!
-Moya, what the fuck?

Where have you been?
You'll starve to death here.

Who is that?
-The gentleman.

You mean like your Uncle Curtis?
-You're not my uncle.

Watch your tongue!

Women.

Difficult cases.

Jaha, the tramp is back from his travels.

It's about time.
-I got here as soon as I could.

What the fuck is this?

Apples?
-that's all that came up.

You were gone for two hours
and you bring apples. What's wrong with you?

Hello! Shut the fuck up.
-How can that fool be your brother?

You don't even sound alike.

None of your business.

What have you been up to?

I was just waiting in the caravan for Moya.
-You don't have to sit there.

Get what we need
and come back. Is that clear?

Knock, knock.

Jesus. Then Finbar.

Thank you.

Careful, it's heavy.
-Can you make the tea?

No thanks.

How is Moya?

What have you got there?
-Nothing.

Shall I ask your mother then?
-No, don't ask her!

Show.

Show now.

Where did you find it?

Did you get it from your uncle?
-He's not my uncle.

Why did he give it to you?

Is it something to do with your bruises?

Moya?

Has something happened,
you don't want to tell me about?

Is it?

Moya!

The gentleman is here again.

Good morning, Sinéad.

Good morning, Moya.

I hope you're not going to bug Sinéad?
She's too young for you.

Shut up, Curtis.

Never mind, Finbar. He's an asshole.

Am I not even allowed to talk to the locals?

We're friends, aren't we?

Isn't it?

Now it looks good.

Naked swimming makes you hungry.

Take them on your date.
I'll bring more tonight after work.

I'm going fucking crazy out there.
I just need some company.

Fuck you.

See you, Princess!

An old friend?
-Friends are chosen by you.

You cannot choose your relatives.

He is...

My brother married his sister.
And went straight to his death.

I'm just waiting to get away from him.

Didn't you want to stop?

Give it to Kevin. I'll pay.
-Are you crazy? Here.

Local?
Do you want the bluecoats on your ass?

He's not from here. His name is Curtis...

Whatever. Not in your own nest.

Besides, he may belong to the IRA.
You can run away from them for the rest of your life.

So let him hurt her?

You don't even know what he has done.
-I know. I saw it in the girl's eyes.

This is a message to him to keep quiet.
Just a child, Robert!

Put an anonymous tip to the police.

She won't tell them.
She's scared to death of him.

And he won't stop.
He moves on to the next victim.

I know what I said about killing.
But this is different.

I don't want to get involved in this, Finbar.
I'm not involved.

Did you go for a walk in your shoes?
-So you can talk.

When I'm not listening.

Want a lift to Sinéad?
-Of course.

Are you on holiday?

A real holiday.

I could be in Mallorca,
but I'm stuck in the back of the world.

There is tobacco in the locker.
Matches are on the floor.

The road never seems to
the same on the way back.

Because the giants created these hills.
-Oh, so that's it.

This country was ruled by
once inhabited by the Phomorians.

Divine navigators.
Enslaved the people, ate the children.

And I'm the one who dares to shoot up the place.
-You hunting?

If beer cans and rabbits
is called hunting.

What gun do you have?
-Rihlaton. A.H. Fox.

Teddy Roosevelt said
as the best weapon of all time.

Want to see?

I had a Remington 17
before purchasing this pearl.

It was not as elegant
and solid as this one.

Isn't it great? Want to hold it?

Jesus Christ.

Satan.

What have I done to you?

Little Moya, you shit.

Fucking hell. I'm out of here.
You'll never see me again.

Oh my god...

You...

You are a dead man!

Fucking...

Quick redhead.

Why did he have a knife?
Does everyone have one nowadays?

I don't know about the vomit of today's youth.
-What are you doing here?

Robert told me to keep an eye on you.

Or did he?
-Yes.

In that case...

I like bingo.

Wright has a round tonight.
You're paying my bet.

And a beer or two.

Cross my heart.

I'm beginning to understand why
they complain so much.

One guy
dug at a normal pace.

But he knew that
there would be a pick-up when he finished.

So he didn't stop.
He dug a hole probably ten feet deep.

Hands with blisters the size of a plum.
You'd have ended up in Fiji.

I was just panting.
-It's all a joke to you.

Still in this business.
-As Grandpa used to say:

get a job you love.

And the next number is 53.

There you are, Finbar. From yesterday.
-Sinéad, no need.

Can I have one too?
-Don't you have a doorman, Kevin?

She's a tough chick.

One comes to mind,
I once left in the woods.

Same game, 34!
-Woman?

Yes.

They are calmer than men, aren't they?

They want to die with dignity.
-Goodness.

What? Have you never...

En. There are
enough cruel men in the world.

He was cruel. Cruelly pretty.

Crying did put me off a bit.
-Bingo!

Satan.

You're not quite well, are you?

The best speaker.

I put money aside.
But your killing spree is psychotic.

Listen, you little shit.

Killing is nothing to me
a laughing matter. And I'm out of that business.

If I hear you laugh
to someone's last tears...

...I'll beat you up
with my own old man's hands.

How many people have you killed?

Curtis, come on already.

Conan is mouthing off again.

When our father was murdered,
Curtis was playing football.

The bastard wasn't all bad.

I will never forget,
when I told you about it.

He just sat and watched me.
He couldn't understand.

He grew up in Belfast
and me with my mother in the south.

His world was transformed.

And I promised
always look after him.

Conan says he should get out.

Maybe to France or somewhere.
-I won't go without my brother.

Probably just missed
at a private party for a drink.

You know him.

Unless he knows how to become invisible,
he didn't exactly stay drinking.

Do you think I'm stupid?

We're not going anywhere without Curtis.

He took the hats, Doireann.
Probably on his way home.

He will die at home, like all of us.
-I know.

"Curtis June and Doireann McCann."

Because of you, we're screwed. I knew it.

We got the pricks.
-What about the dead kids?

You can't predict something like that.

But that's where you stayed. About me
and Séamus could only see the back of my head.

I saw the back of Doireanne's head at night.

Fuck!
I was just trying to lighten the mood.

Where to go?
-I was looking for the one that had to stay low.

Doing too good a job.

If you want to go, go ahead.
Don't expect hugs in Belfast.

Curtis!

Curtis?

What are you doing in the house, Doireann?

Did Curtis tell you where he was going?
-We didn't see him yesterday.

Has he disappeared?

Thank goodness.

Should not have been allowed
you back into my life.

Go on, pack your bags.

Don't you dare talk to me like that.
Or I'll rip your tongue out.

Maybe the cops got it.
They're after the rest of you thugs.

I am fighting for a free Ireland.
That goes for you too, you cow.

You'd better start showing a little respect.

What did he say?

Nothing. Nothing.

Mum!

He didn't say anything.
I'm not stupid. I read the papers.

It's OK, honey.

He went swimming almost every day.
Maybe the shit drowned.

Oh my goodness.
Don't you ever get old?

You did learn to shoot at the front.
-So why didn't you?

I was among the last to be invited.
I escaped the worst horrors of war.

For me, the liberation of France was
was just running around.

Were you also mocked after the war?
-No, certainly not praised.

I wanted to fight the Nazis,
even if it was with the English.

That's why I became a policeman.
I know right from wrong.

And now the police are really needed,
the situation in Northern Ireland being what it is.

I have seen battles
for the needs of a lifetime.

There you go.

Has anyone seen him?
-No one.

So he could be in Belfast?
-so I kicked him back to you.

The security police may be after us.
-Of course not.

Fuck you. Enter here
a name that might know something.

Where are you?
Glencol, or what was it?

I guess so. The best hides in place,
whose name you can't pronounce.

There is an old contact,
a freelancer. Got a pen?

On.

Fuck.

No. Stay here.

Robert McQue?
-Don't you know how to knock?

A bad habit.

Your colleague did not explain
very precisely the nature of the issue.

I think he was afraid of eavesdropping.

Paranoid times.

I've lost a friend.
And in the underworld, shadows are known.

That's a good one.

What is this friend's name?

Curtis. Curtis June.

That's a strange name. June?
-Yes, June.

Is it an abbreviation?
-What?

June.

Is June a fucking acronym?
Same as the month of June.

I've never heard that before.

He is red-headed, tall and thin.

Does not ring any bells.

Inishwest bandits are
may have heard something. Try there.

I have to clean up this mess.
I'm sure you can find your way out.

That's fine.

I said...
-I heard you. You're a metre away.

Is he dead?

Absolutely sure.

I have nothing to do with it!
-Who then?

Tell me or I'll blow your brains out!
-Put it away.

I won't risk my life for him.

I told you not to do it.
-Who?

Finbaria.

Finbar Murphy.

We have parted ways.
He is no longer on my payroll.

Who booked the gig?
-Ask him.

Where does he live?
-I don't know.

Now I would be grateful if you could...

Robbie?

Robbie?

Robbie is no longer here.
-Where is he?

I shot him.

You can believe he begged for it.
No offense.

What is your name?
-Josie.

You have a beautiful voice, Josie.
You must not have done anything.

But you can't see my face now.

Yes.
-Yes.

Go to the bedroom, lock the door,
and don't come out until I leave.

Robbie won't move from that.

Put it away.

Take a look at this.

Blood money.
-A real bloodbath.

Thanks again, Rita.
-Wait a minute.

I can teach you things,
but I can't remember everything. Books help.

It's going well.
-We'll try. Good night.

Night.

Robert.

Finbar...
-Rouva McQue.

Thank you for coming.
-Finbar?

Finbar...
-No, Mrs McQue. Don't come in here.

Robbie was a good man.

And fuck it was.

In its own way it was.

Did you see who it was?
-It was a woman. I didn't see.

But he talked to Robbie.
Look for someone named Curtis.

The nimble guy?
He needs a shovel.

We can't stay here.

Good. I hate waiting.
-We'll bring some gas.

You go to the kitchen.
-All right.

I'll take care of this.

In small places, everyone knows each other.
-But why do I have to do it?

Because you always look lost. Go.

Items.

I came to visit my uncle,
but I got lost.

You wouldn't happen to know Finbar Murphy, would you?

Finbaria? I know him.

Lives nearby.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Good evening, Officer.
-Good evening.

Shall I fill up the tank?
-Pane.

Have you ever seen this guy before?

I am not.

Find your uncle Finbar.
-Finbar?

He has never
talked about a nephew.

Finbar...
-I'm really sorry.

I can't believe this is true.

Call the police after we leave.

Okay, I'll call.

See here.

Nice.

How did they find Robbie?

Maybe he was asking about Curtis
from his network after you left.

I'll wait outside. How long will it take?

Drive over there.

Did you see anything strange?

There is someone in my house.

This means that I am unemployed.

Robert took advantage of me,
but he treated me well.

Were you friends?

We had in common. Secrets.

Have you run away from home?

If your home is full of shit
without love, you can't run away.

Rather, I ran away.

I got into a fight the other night
in a pub. In the end I came out on top.

Robert was there.

He offered me a beer and £30,
if I'd take care of one of the lads.

I didn't know he was getting 130,
but that's what Robert was.

Too easy money.

I fell off the bill a long time ago.

How many have I killed.

The war made me
a completely different person.

On the way home
I found out Margaret was dead,

and there you go
the rest of the old me.

Then I bumped into Robert.

As you said, it was too easy.

Fucking old people with their raisins.

When he still doesn't show up...

He's probably out there watching over us.

Then let's give him something to watch.

For God's sake.

Go back inside, Rita. Please.

You must be the nosy fucking neighbour.

It's best to mind your own business.

Do you know Finbar?

It has not been a pleasure to meet.
But it still is.

Mr Murphy has done
something unforgivable.

What are you doing?
-I'm going to kill him.

We do not have the upper hand.
-Overage? Is that how we talk on that front?

Put it away. You can hit the rail.

It's lonely here.

Especially for someone like you
for a frail old man.

If you see your friend,
you can say hello to them.

I send greetings from a mouthful of aca.

Do it.

She's a cruel bitch.

Conan!

Come on!

Oh dear.

Grab the legs.

Go ahead.

The second house down from the junction.
Lots of flowers in the yard.

Who was I talking to?

It doesn't matter, for God's sake.
You're a doctor, he needs help.

Here we are.

A home of your own is expensive as gold.

Here. Good boy.

Here is the value stuff.
No wonder you need bingo money.

Maybe I just wanted company.

Can you play?
-Just a few chords.

I have taught myself.

One day I'll make my own album.

Maybe in California,
if I can save up the travel money.

There is a sense of freedom there.

Enjoying life.

BELFAST BOMB

The match begins.
-Let's go then.

I don't remember you buying a magazine.
-I don't remember you being sober.

THIRD SUSPECT IN BOMB ATTACK

Hi, Pat.
-Hey.

Aski Goldia, please.

Finbar!

The poor man must have been a recluse.
He never went to the village.

Went by the name Robert McQue.

Did you know him?
-No.

The lady of the house said that the killer was
a woman. There's no head or tail.

I was wondering if
that roadside sign might have something to do with it.

The Criminal Investigation Department is on its way from Dublin.
I'm left with no part and no guess.

By the way, you haven't told me,
that you have a nephew.

Nice boy. But I don't see him often.

Can you drop me off at Sinéad?
-Jump in.

Thanks for the ride, Vinny.

As long as you don't get all high and mighty.
I'm not allowed to favour anybody.

Get going.

On top!

"Stay low. Don't show yourself."
And you're going to watch the match.

He's coming here.

Calves. Those sons of bitches are everywhere.

Not a good picture of you.
-This is it. Gotta go.

Not yet.
-Anyone can identify us.

Curtis is dead.
Now try to care a little.

Long ball, Gerry!

Let's burn the old man's house down in revenge.
Then start a new life abroad.

Are you out of your mind?
Should we leave Ireland?

So what is the point?
-We would survive.

So the others died in vain?
-Just to calm everything down.

Am I the only one,
who understands what we are fighting for?

We don't take the fucking source.

Someone hired Murphy to kill Curtis.
Let's find out who.

The old lady, the shopkeeper.
Someone knows where she is.

Let's make them talk.

I was looking for the toilet.
In the meantime, try to think of something.

Finbar!

Hasan.
-My biggest fan.

You're still around the corner. What do you say?

They look so bloodthirsty.
I don't know which one to choose.

Hi, Sinéad.
-How are you, Finbar?

Not bad. How's Moya?
-He's here somewhere.

Back to business as usual. He's doing well.

We are doing well.
-Good. See you later.

See you tonight?
-Yes.

Finbar Murphy?

Doireann McCann?

It is pronounced "Doireann".

I've only seen it in print.
You see it everywhere.

Tell us who ordered the murder.
Or you'll die where you stand.

We have killed each other's friends.
Let's just call it even.

Get out of here.
-Don't take me. Fuck you.

I killed a homicidal maniac,
Curtis was my brother.

Then you must have known
about his tendencies.

Tell us who it was.
-Right now.

Okay. I can bring him to you.

And he's just going to go with you?

I did get my brother to come with me.

Meet me here at eight.
Don't tell anyone.

And the berries of shit. Do you think I'm stupid?

Meet me at the pub.

Okay.
-All right.

The people in the village don't know you're a murderer,
so don't try anything.

Don't you go to anyone
attack anyone else here.

Come and see us.
Otherwise the pub will blow up.

If something happens to us,
people worse than me will come after you.

They're scouring this village very carefully.
That nosy neighbour of yours...

No one is safe.

Fucking asshole!

Owls to pistols
and go on your way.

You're in a fatal mood.
-I found a leader.

He did not agree to a truce. So he did not
there is no alternative. He must die.

The whole bunch.
-How are you going to do it?

I will do it publicly.
Those who seek revenge will come after me.

The village will be left alone.
You can go, I can manage without you.

No kidding, buddy.

If Finbar Murphy goes to war,
I won't miss the fun!

Good boy.

Knock, knock.

Moya, a little present for you.

Do you want to own it?
-What's its name?

I have not been baptised for it.
What do you say?

Looks like Sean.
-Yes.

Take good care of it. It's good
to love, even if it hurts.

It keeps you human.

Bye, Sean.

You want an audience.
-I'll kill them inside.

Tell them the guy's in the backyard.
-I'll wait there. It's an overdraft for us.

See? I was listening.

No. I have my own overdraft.

Now go. Take this.

The glove box has a shell.
Give it to Robert's mother.

The rest you keep.

Why? We agreed...
-We didn't agree anything.

Your part ends here.
This is my fight.

Take that money as a gift from me.

So you won't have to use that again.
You're young, find something else.

Go to California.
No need to become a saint.

But don't waste your life.

No one has ever
given me anything.

My advice is worth more than money.
Trust me on that.

Now go.

You're scared today.
-I have an old heart.

But a young soul. We're sitting over there.

Here you can lurk anywhere.

He didn't try anything on the field.
There were too many people.

I'll go and have a look.
Conan, you get the briefcase.

Why him?
-Because you can't shoot.

Because you did not help
to help me find Curtis.

And because I fucking say so!

Okay.
-Just keep the car running.

If something happens, you put
the timer on and then get out of the way.

Piece sizes, perkies.
-There's half a village on the sea.

And some certainly ready to go
to turn us in.

I was hoping for a quieter evening,
so I could get a story going.

How is the Russian book progressing?
-I haven't finished reading it yet.

You'd like that.
-Are there murder allegations in it?

On. A sharp cop investigating a murder.

Called Porfiri.

He is stubbornly seeking the truth.

He makes the suspect understand,
how isolation is destroying him.

How much it eats him.

Makes you understand that
only he himself can put an end to it.

So the police are sensitive?

To remind you.

Can she get him on the ropes?
-I don't know.

Is your nephew coming here?
Or did he leave?

You're not a bookseller.
Aren't you?

What do you really do?

You don't want to know, Vinny.

If there is something to tell, I could help.

You can't, Vinny.

For God's sake! Moya, go home.

Where are we going now?
-You must not be here.

I can stay here.
-Not today.

I just want to introduce Sean.

Not today. Sean gets to meet
Mom another time. Now hurry home.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Quite a crowd today.
-So there are.

What about your comrades? I shouldn't have played tricks.
-They're nearby.

Bring the bastard to us,
and you can get back to your fun.

Let's go to the backyard for this noise.
-If you move, I'll shoot.

Okay. That was me.
-Those songs fill the heart with joy.

What?
-Music.

There will be a desire to grab the nearest
girl and lick her.

Is that how women get hit on here?
-How am I doing?

Aren't I a bit too mature for you?

All willing women
will do, Doireann.

I am grateful for your gesture, Finbar.

But a saint must first sin.
-Is that it?

Calm down. I said it was me.
-Of course it was me.

Let's go to the backyard...

Fuck!

Fucking hell.

It's mine, shithead.

The bitch shot me!

Come on.

I'm still here, Doireann!

Jesus. Why the hell did you have to go back?

Hasan, stay down.

Your money is in my car.

I think you'll get to California before me.

Finbar...

Looking for a saviour?

I don't need to be saved.

I did what I did.

And I had my reasons. The Lord knows that.

You can't judge me.

I'm not here to judge.

We all have our reasons.

Just shoot away.

You're in way over your head. Ask for an appointment.

My brother...

...is all alone.

I'll make sure you get to him.

They didn't get you.

Rita, I'm really sorry.
-It's okay, Finbar.

You never asked me what my profession was.

Should I have?

Nothing grew.
Should have started years ago.

No, keep it.

Maybe you'll try again sometime.

Goodbye, Rita. Take care of yourself.

DOSTOYEVSKY
"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT"

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