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NORTHERN IRELAND 1974

DECADES OF CIVIL UNREST
HAVE EXPLODED INTO ARMED CONFLICT

Now they come.

Come on, boys.

- Damn brats.
- Don't tease, Patrick.

Just what was missing.

Pick yourself up and say sorry to your brother.

I dont want this. You are late.

Come on, damn it!

Leave it alone!

Hurry up, dammit!

Ind!

- Drive, dammit!
- Drive!

Slow down, dammit!

- You are a sneaky prankster, Finbar.
- What, Vinny?

I can see what you're up to.

I can't hit when I can't see them.
Move them back up.

- I can't hear anything because of the wind.
- It's good with you.

If you suggest I'm cheating, Officer
O'Shea, I'm going to be angry.

A bet must be fair.

Are you going to stand and
whine or shoot and lose as usual?

Clean me up.

- Come on.
- Cunning shenanigans.

- Thanks.
- You pick me, you scumbag.

What did you do today besides feed the cat -

- and ponder the sanity of
Gulliver and the Little Putters?

I finished "Gulliver's Travels".
Now it's Dostoevsky, Russian writer.

I probably don't know him. Agatha
Christie is more my cup of tea.

- Where are we going?
- I am out of office.

Mrs. Bailey tells -

- that the town's welcome sign has disappeared.

Now you can see what real work is.

That's pretty fair.

- Reddish brown. - Burgundy red.

- Burgundy red? - Yes.

Some madman must have lost control.

- Or a drunkard. - He must be stupid in the head.

Should you be looking
for a crazy person in the city?

Yes. I'll probably have him around teatime.

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

Rita, I'm sure -

- that Adam would have
exchanged his Eve with you -

- if he saw this place.

- It is healthy to have a hobby.
- They will probably decorate.

For the table decoration.

You would know that if you
had accepted my invitations.

How is Brendan?

He doesn't get better.

With such a lovely young woman
like you, he'll probably stick around.

Quietly.

I can't say enough about Next Live.

He has done more for the city than we deserve.
A man of many talents.

And maybe we can entice him to perform for us.

Bart McGuinness, will you grace us with a song?

You don't want to hear an old junkie sing.
My own flesh and blood intersect.

Come on.

- Can't you just shoot me here? - Continue.
It's her on the left.

It's nice here.

Two steps to the right.

Grav.

Where are we?

If I am to be laid to rest
here, I want to know where I am.

Donegal.

Donegal at the other end of the country.

The Forgotten County. How appropriate.

- Is this how you make a living?
- That's deep enough. Get up.

Down on your knees.

You almighty.

All those trees.

You have been busy.

Down on your knees.

Hands behind the head.

You have one minute. Say what you want.

You're welcome to beg.
It makes neither off nor on.

I don't need to beg. I knew this day would come.

It took longer than expected.

It's been forever.

I had a violent temper as a youth.

I have many guilty consciences.

I knew there was no turning back…

... after what I had done.

But one day I decided that
what was left of my fading soul—

- should not go to waste.

So somehow -

- I blew away the dark cloud
and became a good citizen.

I did what I could for people.

You see, this is where
it ends for people like us.

On a windswept moorland.

Try to do something good
before you end up here yourself.

Time is running out.

- Any problems, Kev? - No.

Are you gay, Robert?

- Your music suggests that.
- Are you stupid, Kev?

Your boots suggest you are stupid.

I don't dare think about the mess you made.

An excellent 45 with the Moody Blues.

I'll borrow it.

"Indulgence leads to
an early death for the weak."

Who is it? Yeats?

My mother.

- Who is it? - Just me.

Finbar, how are you? I made the scones you love.

- With cherries? - Raisins.
I thought they were raisins.

That's it. You know me better than I do myself.

I thought so.

Are you taking them with you? You always do that.

Good morning, dammit, you beauties. Are they hot?

- Behave yourself. - There he is.

The fastest hand in the west.

- It was a Dublin boy. - The youth today!

- How are you? - What about you?

- Thanks. - Something new for the collection?

I took it as payment from the O'Reilly clan.

It was painted by a Mexican.

Apparently it's all the rage in America.
And worth much more than they owed.

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

I'll have to keep an eye out. I
have something for you in a week's time.

Give it to him.

The job. Give him all of them.

I've given it a lot of thought.

I've made so many bad choices
ever since Margaret died.

I can do more than this.
And people need to see that.

So what is it that you are
passionate about showing the world?

This is the only thing you can do.

I could plant a garden.

- A garden? - Yes.

So you just leave me in
the lurch with that slobber?

So.

Are you going to miss me?

Yes, as much as a hole in the head.

- Frog? - Yes.

- You don't usually buy seeds. - No.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Do you have some or what?

I have...

... horse beans, cabbage. There
are also carrots and other trifles.

I want to plant my own garden.

A little poplar, maybe golden rice.

Like the yellow wave you have out there.

Golden rice is a weed, Finbar.

I had no idea. I could use a teacher.

- Does it taste good enough? -
I enjoy both the food and the company.

Was your wife good at cooking?
It was Margaret, wasn't it?

- Sorry... - It doesn't matter.

It's just been so long
since anyone said her name.

Margaret.

She was always experimenting.

She baked a cake... It's been a long time.

She put apples and nuts in it.

And a little bit of cinnamon.
I have never tasted anything like it.

- It sounds delicious. - No, damn it.
It was terrifying.

Like I said, I've never tasted anything like it.

- Fortunately, I never got around to it again.
- Was it in Dublin?

And.

Every day I passed by
the bookstore where she worked.

On the way to the factory.
How she loved those books though.

- She got me interested. - I wish I had met her.

She was too good for me. Just like you.

I look right at him.

Hey Moya.

If you get a red skull on the hook, be
careful because the line can cut your hand.

Here. Use it here.

Such.

What are you hoping to capture? A goldfish?

- Take it home and call it Goldie.
- A fish doesn't like one.

My dead father said you shouldn't
love those who don't love you.

- It may be true. - I was told to catch dinner.

You have bite.

Give it some string.

Oh no!

Moya! It does not matter.

Hello, Pat.

- Hello, Sinéad. - What are
you doing here on a busy evening?

- Catherine. - Finbar. He is grumpy tonight.

- The old slambert? Never in my life.
- And then on my night out.

A big dish for the grumpy stodder,
a Babycham for his suffering wife -

- and a Black Bush for me.

You're probably throwing money around.
How can you make a living selling books?

As long as I win money from you, I'll be fine.

- Did you catch the speed devil? - Not at all.

I haven't had much luck, but
I'll probably get hold of him.

I believe so.

Water, please.

- Great game. - Thank you my friend.

It's an old tune. Old as the
mountains, but it's always good.

- Do you say old as the
mountains? - We call it a gig.

- Thanks. - What are you doing over here?

Long ago an Irishman came to my village.

He played the most beautiful
tune I have ever heard.

He left before I learned
it, so I just had to come.

Don't you miss it? Your home country?

I don't miss the games.
And I don't miss the blood.

I saw your Moya fishing for dinner by the bridge.

Sounds like her. She is very opinionated.

We are like ships that meet in the night.

- Don't be too hard on her. - What have you?

The box of food fell into the water.

- What? - I talked and distracted her.

Thanks for the warning.

- Watch my feet. - It's
been a hundred years. Quiet now.

I know that look.

Where are you going? I guess you're
not running away because of the food. Do you?

I told your mother it was my fault.

She's going to miss you
terribly when she's left here -

- as you ride away.

You are brave, Moya. Because
horses don't like the dark.

They are terrified of the
rabbit holes and the rabbits.

Better run away during the day -

- so you don't run into anything unexpected.

But it's up to you. You decide.

- Do you still live in the caravan? - Yes.

Mother says the house will never be finished.

- Just go now. - What?

A gentleman always follows
the lady right to the door.

Moya, damn it! Where have you been? I'm starving.

Who is it?

- A gentleman. - Like Uncle Curtis here?

- You are not my uncle. - Speak properly.
Are you following?

Women! They really can't stand it.

The Wanderer is back.

- It was about time. - I just waited a bit.

- What the hell is this?
Apples? - That's what I got.

After three hours you come with apples.
What are you thinking?

- Shut up! - How can he be your brother?

- You don't even sound alike.
- It is none of your business.

- What have you done? - I was waiting for Moya.

You don't have to be there.

Just get what we need and come back.
Are you following?

Bank-bank.

Finbar, that is. Thanks.

- It's heavy. - A cup of tea?

No way.

Hey Moya.

- What do you have there? - Nothing.

- Maybe I should ask your mother.
- No, you mustn't say anything to her.

Let me see. Come on.

Where did you get it from?

- Did your uncle give
it to you? - He's not my uncle.

Why did he give it to you?

Does it have anything to do with your bruises?

Moya.

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

What?

Moya!

There we have the good gentleman again.
Good morning, Sinéad. Moya.

You don't care about Sinéad,
do you? She is legally young for you.

Clap in, Curtis. Don't take care of him.
He is a fool.

Now can't I even have a little chat
with the locals? We are good friends.

Not too, bass man? Thats how it should be.

- You get really hungry from nude bathing.
- Take it and go.

- You'll get more tonight.
- I'm going crazy up there.

I need company.

Damn it. See you, princess.

- Old friend? - You choose friends.

But not his goddamn in-laws.

Min...

My brother married his
sister and died soon after.

I look forward to his departure.

I thought you had shelved it.

Give it to him silly Kevin. I pay.

Are you really smart? Here. A local?

- Do you want the boys in
blue running? - He's not from here.

- He comes from outside. Curtis.
.. - I don't care. Not here.

Maybe he's from the IRA. You just get
them on your neck for the rest of your life.

Are you just going to let him hurt her?

- You don't know what he has done.
- Yeah. I can see it in her eyes.

And this one has to shut her up.
She's only a child, Robert!

Stick him to the ropes.

She doesn't tell them anything.
He has scared the wits out of her.

He never stops torturing people.

Robert, I know what I said about
killing, but this is different.

I won't touch it with fire tongs.

Forget it.

Are you airing your shoes?

- Well, so you can talk?
- Only when I'm done listening.

I have to stop by Sinéad.
Jump in. You can drive along.

- Are you on vacation? - Holiday? No, damn it.

I could have been soaking up the sun in Mallorca
instead of being out here in the countryside.

There are cigarettes in the glove compartment.
Just take it. There are matches on the floor.

The way back never looks the same.

That's because the mountains
were created by giants.

You do not say.

Once upon a time, fomoirs ruled this land.

They were godlike sailors.

They enslaved the land and
ate the children, the legend says.

- But I only use it for shooting.
- Are you a hunter?

If it's shooting for
bean cans and prairie hares -

- then I'm a formidable hunter.

- What do you have? - A smooth run. AH Fox.

Teddy Roosevelt called it the best weapon ever.

Do you want to see it?

I had a Remington 17 before I got this.

It was not as delicious
and not as beautifully built.

Beautiful, right? Will you hold it?

Damn.

Satan's.

- What have I done to
you? - Little Moya, you pig.

Before hell. I must disappear.
You'll never see me again.

God damn it.

You are the power of death. Stupid pig!

There must have been crumbs in that boy.

Why did he have a knife? Is
this something young men go with?

I don't know what the young people are doing.

- What are you doing out here?
- Robert asked me to look after you.

Now, so he did?

Well then...

I like banko.

There's banking tonight at Wright's.
You pay for my records.

And a dish or two.

Stop it. Now I understand
why they whine like that.

Once upon a time there
was a tumpe who was digging.

But he knew that when
he stopped, it had happened.

The terminus.

So he kept going.

He must have dug three meters down.
He had blisters the size of plums.

He damn well could have
made it all the way down to Fiji.

- I just stood there screaming with laughter.
- You're laughing at the whole thing, aren't you?

This work.

As my father always said:

"Do something you like."

- Next number: No stress, 53. - Værsgo, Finbar.

- I give in yesterday. - You do not have to.

- Can I have a? - Don't you have quarantine?

She is a wild bass.

She reminds me of someone I left in the woods.

- A woman? - Yes.

They are more composed than the men.

Do not you think? They die with greater dignity.

- You almighty. - Have you never...?

No. There are enough cruel men.

She was also cruel. Horrible to watch.

- But the crying got the better of it. - Banko!

- Satan! - You are a bit strange in the head.

You shouldn't have talked. Just a welcome penny.

But so many, as you have necked, it is psychotic.

Listen, you piece of shit.

I don't kill for fun. And I'm done with it.

But if I hear you mocking
one who is on his knees weeping…

... then I'll beat you with my old fists.

How many have you killed in total?

Curtis, come now.

Conan gasps.

The day they murdered our father, Curtis
was playing soccer on the boys' team.

He wasn't all bad after all.

I will never forget when
I told him what had happened.

He just sat there staring at
me and couldn't understand it at all.

He grew up in Belfast and I down south with mum.

His whole world was turned upside down.

I promised him that I
would always take care of him.

Conan says we need to get away.

- Go to France. - Not without my brother.

He's probably stuck in the pub.
You know how he is.

Unless he's gone invisible,
he hasn't spent the night in the pub!

Do you think I'm stupid?

- We're not going anywhere without Curtis.
- He's probably on his way home.

He's dead if he goes home. We all are.

"Curtis June and Doireann McCann.
" I knew he would complain.

- We got the pigs, didn't
we? - What about the children?

- I couldn't have known that.
- You were seen, but not me and Seamus.

- They only saw us from behind.
- I saw her from behind yesterday.

- I'm just trying to lighten the mood.
- What are you about to do?

Out and find the power idiot
who just had to keep a low profile.

He manages that a little too well.
If you wimps want to leave, get out.

But don't expect them to welcome
you with open arms in Belfast.

Curtis!

Curtis!

- What are you doing here? - Did
Curtis say what he had to yesterday?

I didn't see him yesterday.

- Has he disappeared? - Thank God.

I should never have let you into my life again.
Pack your shit and run.

Don't talk to me like that. I'll
rip your tongue out of your mouth!

Maybe the police caught him.
They are probably ready to bang you.

Mor!

I am fighting for a free Ireland.
That includes you, you piece of shit!

So you have the power to just show me some respect.
What did he say to you?

Mor!

He didn't say anything. But I'm not stupid.
I read newspapers.

I'm fine.

He used to bathe. Maybe he drowned.

Godfather! When do you let age catch up with you?

- The front line probably teaches one to shoot.
- What's your excuse?

I was one of the last to arrive. I did
not experience the horrors of war like you.

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

- Did you have to listen to it? -
I didn't get any nice words along the way.

I was intent on fighting the Nazi pigs.

Although I had to side with the English.

That's why I'm wearing a uniform. I
know the difference between right and wrong.

And we are needed when you look
at the conditions in the north.

I have experienced plenty of war.

Such.

- Has anyone come out here? <- No.>

- So he might be in Belfast?
<- Then I'll send him back myself.>

- What if the police are
on our trail? <- Nonsense>

Stop it, dammit! Give me something.

Local intelligence, names.
Someone who knows something.

Yes. The best hiding places are the
ones with completely impossible crap names.

<- Do you have something to write with?> - Yes.

Satan's.

No. Stay here.

- Robert McQue? - Don't you knock?

Gammel vane.

Your colleague didn't say what it was about.

He was probably afraid
that the phone would be tapped.

Paranoid fools.

I'm looking for a friend. And no one knows
the shadows better than those under the rocks.

It was good.

What is this friend's name?

Curtis. Curtis June.

- That was a funny name. June? - Yes. June.

Is it an abbreviation for something? June?

Whether June is short for something? It's June.
Like the month of June.

I have never met anyone with that name.

Red haired, tall, skinny.

No bell rings. They rascals -

- out at Inishwest might know something.
Talk to them.

I'm going to dry up here.

Can you find out for yourself?

It fits.

- I said... - I heard it well.

- You are only a meter away. - Is he dead?

Undoubtedly.

- I had nothing to do with it! - Then who?

- Say it or I'll pluck you now! - Get it away.

I'm not risking my life for him.

- I told him not to do it. - Who?

Finbar.

Finbar Murphy. But we
have gone our separate ways.

- He is no longer employed here.
- Who ordered the murder?

- Ask him. - Where does he live?

I do not know. And now I want to appreciate -

- that you...

Robbie?

- Robbie is no longer here. - Where is he?

I shot him.

He asked for it himself.
It's not to be disrespectful.

What's your name?

Josie.

You have a sweet voice.

You haven't done anything wrong.

But it won't work, you see my face, right?

No.

Go into your bedroom and lock the door.
And stay there until I'm gone.

Robbie isn't going anywhere.

Get it away.

Look here.

- Blood money? - It's quite a massacre.

No, Rita.

Wait a minute.

I'm supposed to teach you how
to plant, but I can't remember it all.

Books are a good help. You have done well.

- It's a start, then. Good night. - Good night.

It's Robert.

- Finbar. Thank you for coming. - Finbar!

- Finbar. - No, mrs. McQuay. Do not.

- Robbie was a good man.
- God damn it, he wasn't.

He was good enough at the bottom.
Did you see him?

It was a her. And no, I didn't.

- She talked to Robbie.
- She was looking for a Curtis.

The red-haired kid?

- Then she needs a shovel. - We can't stay here.

- Well. I really hate waking up. - Find some gas.

Go out into the kitchen.

- All right. - I'll probably make it here.

Everyone knows each other in these small towns.

- But why me? - Because
you always look so lost. Go.

Good evening.

I am here to visit my uncle.

We've gone a little wild. You
don't know a Finbar Murphy do you?

Finbar? Yes, I know him well.

He lives that way.

God damn.

Good evening, officer.

- Shall I fill it up? - Yes.

- Have you seen him there before? - No.

He says he has to visit his uncle Finbar.

The old fool never mentioned
that he has a nephew.

- I am sorry. - It's unbelievable.

- Call the police when we're gone.
- I'll do that.

Look here. Beautiful.

How did they find him?

Maybe he asked his network about him Curtis.

Checked on him after you were there.

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

Hang in there.

- Did something scare you?
- There is someone in my house.

Well, I guess I'm unemployed.

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

Would you say you were friends?

We had things in common. Things
that should be kept hidden.

Did you run away from home?

If it's a crappy home without
love, it's unlikely to run away.

Rather, it is to escape.

One evening I ended up -

- in a huge fight in a pub.
I won. Robert was there.

He filled me with beer and offered
me £30 to push one into the water.

I didn't know he got 130 himself, but
that's how Robert was, the sly prankster.

It was easy money.

I no longer have control over...

... how many I have killed.

The war had turned me
into someone I couldn't know.

And when I came home and found
that my Margaret was dead—

- what was left of my old
self disappeared into a black hole.

Then came Robert.

As you said yourself, it was too easy.

Old people and their lorterosins.

- If he doesn't come now.
.. - He's probably watching us.

So let's give him something to look forward to.

Oh no.

Come back in, Rita. Come on.

You must be the curious neighbor.

- Take care of yourself, otherwise
things will go wrong. - Do you know Finbar?

I've never met him, but I will.

Mr. Murphy has done something unforgivable.

- What are you doing? - I'll kill her.

- We have not taken over. - Is that war talk?

Get it down. Rita must
not be caught in the crossfire.

God, how desolate it is here.

Especially for a frail old man like you.

If you see your friend, greet him.

Greetings from the rap-mouthed bitch.

Do it.

- Shut up, you lame bitch. - Conan!

Come on!

Oh God. Take her leg.

You go first.

Two houses from the crossroads.

- The thing with the flowers.
<- And who are you?>

It may not matter. You are a doctor.
Now just drive to her house, right?

So here we are.

Home Sweet Home.

Such. Good cat.

There is such a fortune. Good,
I paid for your bank chargers!

Maybe I just wanted to chat.

- Do you play it? - Just a few chords.

I haven't been taught. It is self-taught.

One day I will record my own record.

Maybe over in California -

- if I can scrape together
enough for the journey.

People over there just seem .
.. so free or something.

They enjoy life. Do you understand?

- The match will start soon. - Then came.

I've never seen you buy a newspaper.

I've never seen you sober.

THIRD SUSPECT WANTED IN BOMBING

Hello, Pat. Let me get 20 Gold.

Finbar.

The poor wretch must have been
a recluse, for I never saw him in town.

His name was Robert McQue.

Did you know him?

The mother said a woman killed him.

I don't know what's up and down in this case.

Maybe the road sign had something to do with it?

Perhaps the road sign indicated
that something was coming.

Investigators are coming from Dublin.
They'll take over the case, and I'll go.

You never said you had a nephew.

Sweet boy. I don't see much of him.

- Would you like to drop
me off at Sinéad's? - Jump in.

Now... Thanks for the ride, Vinny.

Now don't get off to a good start.

- I must not have favourites. - Drive.

"Keep a low profile. Keep hidden."
And then you go to a fucking soccer game!

He comes here.

Stingers. They are forceful everywhere.

- They didn't get you from your nice side.
- They're after us. We have to go.

- Not yet. - Everyone recognizes us, Doireann.

Curtis is dead. Just think about it, dammit.

Long ball!

We burn down the pig's house for
Curtis and march to Amsterdam or France.

- We have money to start over.
- Have you gone insane?

- Leave Ireland? What is
the purpose then? - To survive.

- Was their death in vain?
- Just until the storm subsides.

Am I the only one who has understood
what we are fighting for?

We're not going anywhere.

Someone hired Murphy to kill Curtis.
We have to find out who.

The old wife, the clerk.

Someone knows where he is.
We have to force it out of them.

I'm going to lokum. You
two can soak your empty brains -

- while I'm gone.

Finbar!

- Hassan. - My biggest fan.

You got stuck. What do you think?

Everyone looks so bloodthirsty.
I don't know who to side with.

How are you?

- Fine. What about Moya? - She's here somewhere.

She probably makes up tricks. She's fine.

- We feel good. - Well. See you.

- See you tonight? - Yes.

- Finbar Murphy? - Durian McCann?

It is pronounced Doireann.

I have only seen it in writing.
They write about you.

Tell me who ordered the murder or
I'll shoot you here in this place of shit.

We've killed each other's friends.
Let's draw the line.

- Now just go, and then... - Nothing. Hell no.

I killed a freak creep. Curtis was my brother.

Then you must have known of his... inclinations.

- Give me the name. - Take it easy.

I can lead him to you. It is easier.

- Do you just make him surrender?
- I then got Curtis into the car.

Meet me here at eight o'clock.
Nobody's going to see anything.

You can damn well believe no.
Do you think I am stupid?

- We'll meet at the pub. - Wright's?

Exactly. It is packed with happy guests -

- and none of them know you're
a fucking murderer, so no numbers.

You do not harm others.

You are coming. Otherwise, the
pub will be spread across Donegal.

If something happens to us, there
will be others far worse than me.

They end up in this godforsaken place.
And the strange, curious -

- lady next door, you have? No one can be sure.

Damn idiot!

You take my gun and slip away without a sound?

- You have a good sense of drama.
- I have found the leader.

She was not part of a truce.

She gave me no choice. I'll kill her.

- All of them. - How do you intend to do it?

It will be good and public.

So if anyone wants revenge, they
go after me and leave the city alone.

Just drive. I will be fine.

Forget it, mate.

The great Finbar Murphy is going to war.
I don't want to miss that!

Good cat.

Bank-bank.

Moya. A little gift for you.

Do you want him? He is yours.

- What's his name? - I never gave him a name.

- What do you think? - He looks like a... Seán.

Now be good to him, won't you?

It's good to be good, even if it hurts.

Then you preserve your humanity.

Farvel, Sean.

You wanted an audience.

I meet them in there and
tell them I have him out back.

Where I wait for them. Then you have taken over.

See for yourself. I listened.

No.

I have my own upper hand.

Smut then. Take it here.

There is an envelope in the front pocket.
Give it to Robert's mother.

- The rest is yours. - What
are you up to? We agreed...

We didn't agree on anything. Listen up.
You have nothing more to do here.

This is my war. Take the money.

Let it be my legacy to you.
You don't need to use it again.

You are young. Find something else.

Go to California. You don't have to be a saint.

Just don't waste your life on this.

Nobody ever gave me anything.

My advice is worth far
more than the money. Trust me.

Smut then.

- You must be nervous tonight.
- Think of my old heart.

You are young at heart.
Came. We're sitting over here.

The enemy lurks everywhere.

He didn't try anything on the field.
Not with all those people.

I go in and look. Conan,
you come in with the bag.

- Why him? - Because you shoot badly.

When I was looking for Curtis, you
didn't help and I got the deal done.

And because I say so, dammit!

- Yes Yes. - Keep the engine running.

If there's a problem, you
set the timer and we'll go, got it?

- We are killing the pigs.
- Half the city is there.

Some of them can trap us for the dead cubs.

I had hoped for a quiet evening.
A few stories, you know.

- How is your Russian book
going? - I haven't finished it.

I think you would like it.

- Some mystery and suspense? - Yes.

A cunning detective investigates
a gruesome murder.

His name is Porphyry.

He is persistent in his search for the truth…

... and force out of the suspect
how devastating the isolation is for him.

It eats him up.

He makes him understand that
the only one who can stop it -

- is himself.

So he has good instincts, this detective?

He actually reminds me of you.

- Will he get hold of his man? - I do not know.

Is your nephew coming tonight or has he moved on?

You don't make a living selling books.
Well, Finbar?

What do you actually do?

Vinny...

- You do not want to know that.
- Say something and let me help.

No, Vinny. You can not do that.

Moya! Come here. You must go home.
Children are not allowed here.

- I feel good for mother. - Not tonight.

- Mother has to see Sw�n.
- Not tonight, take Swan and go home.

Swan can meet your mother another day.
Okay? Then go home. Now!

Play for us!

- It's going well.
- Yes.

And your co-conspirators?
No numbers, you said.

They are nearby.

Then let me see the pig
so you can go back to your music.

We'll meet out back.

If you move, I'll pick you on the spot.

Well.

Don't you just love how a
song can fill your heart with joy?

The music.

You really want to find the
nearest herring and smack her.

Is this how you tumps cure?
Aren't I a little too old for you?

I nab any woman who is fresh... Doireann.

Thanks for the gift, Finbar.
But a saint must sin first, right?

- Is it him? - Shut up.

Of course it's me. Shouldn't
we go out the back...?

Ned!

Pis!

Hurry up!

Satan's.

It's mine, you stupid pig.

The bitch shot me!

Come on.

So I'm still here, Doireann!

You almighty.
Why the hell did you come back?

Get down!

All your money is in my car.

I guess you'll get to California before me.

finbar...

Is he going to save you?

I'm not the one to be saved.

I have done what I have done.
And there was a reason for that.

The Lord knows that well.

Don't judge me.

I'm not here to judge.

We all have our reasons.

Now just shoot me.

You are at the end of the road.
Now make peace.

My brother...

He is all alone.

I'll see to it that you meet him.

The bullies didn't hit you.

Rita, I'm terribly sorry.

It's all right, Finbar.

- You never asked what I do for a living.
- Should I?

It's a shame, nothing will grow.
I should have started a long time ago.

Keep it.

Maybe you'll try your luck again another time.

Goodbye, Rita.

Take care... of yourself, right?

''Crime and Punishment''

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