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- (Dog barking) - (Traffic whirring)

(Woman) Should we move over here?

(Man) Yeah, sure.

(Man speaking indistinctly)

(Shop bell dinging)

(Pedestrians chattering)

(Car engine rumbling)

Here they come.

Let's go now, boys.

(Timer clicking)

No.

(Indistinct) I think.

(Children chattering)

Oh, fuckin' kids.

(Woman) Stop botherin' him, Patrick.

Oh, that's all we need.

- (Grunts) - (Books thudding)

(Boy) Hey!

(Woman) Why would you do somethin' like that?

Pick that up!

Apologize to your brother.

(Timer clicking)

This is not the day for this.

- No, I didn't! - Yes, you did!

(Woman) We're late as it is.

Fuckin' come on!

Well, just leave it!

Fuckin' move it!

(Timer ticking)

(Explosion booming)

(Man) Get in the car!

- (Man 2) Fuckin' drive! - (Man 1) Go, go, go!

(Tires screeching)

(Car doors slamming)

(Car engine rumbling)

(Car engine rumbling)

(Doireann) Jesus! Slow the fuck down!

(Waves crashing)

(Vinny) You're a devious old shite, Finbar.

What, Vinny?

I can see what you're up to, right?

I cannot bloody blast 'em if I can't freaking see them.

Move them back up to the top of the roof there.

The wind, I can't hear.

(Vinny) Aye, sure.

If you're implyin' that I'm cheating, Garda O'Shea,

I'll take it very thick.

Where there's a wager, it has to be fair.

Are you going whinge about fairness all day

or are you gonna take your shot and lose like you always do?

Plug your hole.

Come on with ya.

Sinful old bastard.

(Gunshot banging)

Thank you.

Robbin' me blind, you whore.

So, what does the day promise apart from feedin' your cat

and ponderin' human reason with Gulliver

and the little folk?

I finished Gulliver's Travels.

I'm on to Mr. Dostoevsky now, a Russian writer.

Yes, I know nothin' of him.

Agatha Christie's more of my cup of tea.

(Finbar) Where are we goin'?

(Vinny) Well, a bit of official business.

Mrs. Bailey come up to me and said

the welcome sign to the town out this way has gone missin'.

Oh.

Now you can see what real work entails.

(Finbar chuckles)

- (Wind whistling) - (Grass rustling)

(Doors slamming)

God, that's a bit of a mess.

(Vinny grunts)

Maroon.

Burgundy.

Burgundy?

Yeah, burgundy.

Some mad cab acting an eejit must have lost control of the car.

- Or drunk. - Aye.

Probably thick in the head.

So you'll be lookin' for some mental case in town then?

(Vinny chuckling)

Aye, should nail them by tea time though.

- (Church bells ringing) - How do you do?

(Rita) I can feel your eyes on the back of my head.

Rita,

I have no doubt Adam would've traded his Eve for you

if he saw this place.

(Rita chuckles)

Well, it's best to have a hobby.

Oh, this'll brighten up a home.

For the table settin'.

Which you would know if you'd ever accepted

my invitation to dinner.

How's Brandon holdin' up?

He's far too worse to be gettin' better.

So with a fine, young woman like yourself,

he's gonna wanna hang around.

(Rita chuckles)

(Gravel crunching)

(Engine rumbling)

(Shovels thudding)

(Reporter) The explosion left six dead,

including three children.

The IRA is believed to be behind the bombing,

though they have yet to claim responsibility.

Anyone with information about the attack

is encouraged to come forward.

- (Finbar sighs) - (Door slams)

(Pedestrians chattering)

- (Finbar grunts) - (Traffic humming)

(Patrons chattering)

All right, quietin' down.

I can't say enough about this next person.

He's done more for this town than we deserve.

Man of many talents,

and in fact, with a little encouragement,

perhaps he'd treat us here tonight.

Bart McGinnis, will you honor us with a song?

(Bart) Oh, no, all you kind folk

wanna hear an old fella sing?

Should me own flesh and kin wear earmuffs?

(Patrons clamoring)

♪ I wish I was ♪

♪ In Carrickfergus ♪

♪ Only for nights in Ballygrand ♪

♪ I would swim over ♪

♪ The deepest ocean ♪

♪ For my love to find ♪

(Car engine rumbling)

(Rifle cocks)

(Gravel crunching)

(Finbar grunts)

(Bart panting)

(Shotgun cocks)

All right, out you come.

- (Crow cawing) - (Bart panting)

Can you not just shoot me here

and save us both this exercise?

Keep walkin', right to the left.

Here'll be fine.

Two steps to your right.

Start diggin'.

- (Shovel scraping) - (Dirt clattering)

Where are we?

(Bart panting)

If I'm going to spend eternity here,

be nice to know where I am.

Donegal.

You're in Donegal.

The other end of the country.

The forgotten county.

Seems fitting.

And this is how you earn a living?

She's deep enough. Out you get.

(Bart sighing)

(Finbar) On your knees.

Jesus.

All these trees.

You've been busy.

(Finbar) On your knees.

Hands behind the old head there.

(Bart exhales shakily)

You have one minute.

Say what you will, plead if you want.

Makes no odds.

(Timer ticking)

No pleading necessary.

I knew this day was coming.

Mind you, it took longer than I thought.

It was a lifetime ago.

I had a fierce temper as a lad.

Did my share of killing.

I knew that there was,

there was no going back to what I'd done.

But one day, I decided that whatever was left

of my withering soul shouldn't be wasted,

so somehow I...

I blew that black cloud away.

Became part of the community.

Did what I could for those around me.

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

In some windswept buggy patch.

Try and do some good before you find yourself here.

You've only so much time.

- (Timer dinging) - (Wind whistling)

(Shotgun cocks)

♪ Ah, but my days are numbered ♪

♪ Come all you young men ♪

♪ And lay me down ♪

- (Shot fires) - (Body thuds)

(Finbar grunting)

♪ Many a tear have to fall ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do ♪

(Robert) So, any hiccups then, Kev?

No, nothin'.

Are you queer, Robert?

Your music suggests you're queer.

You slow, Kev?

Hm?

Your boots suggest you're slow.

Can't imagine what kinda mess you left out there.

That's a brilliant Moody Blues '45.

I'm gonna borrow this one.

♪ And your future's looking thin ♪

Indulgence draws the weak to an early grave.

Who's that, Yeats?

It's me mother.

- (Seagulls squawking) - (Waves splashing)

- (Whisk clinking) - (Knocking on door)

(Josie) Who's that?

Only me, Mrs. McQue.

Oh, Finbar, how are ya?

Robbie said you were comin' in,

so I've made your favorite scones for ya.

Ooh, cherry, huh?

Raisin. I thought it was raisin.

- I could've sworn-- - Raisin it is.

You know me better than I know myself.

(Chuckles) I thought so.

I thought so.

- You'll take them with ya then? - I will.

(Josie) You've never not taken them.

Oh, good fuckin' mornin', ya beauts.

Those hot?

Hey, hey, hey, honors.

There he is, the fastest hand in the west. (Chuckles)

- (Door opens) - (Josie scoffs)

You'd know that was a Dublin boy, oh.

- Kids nowadays. - Oh, God.

(Knocking on door)

(Finbar) How are you?

Oh, yourself?

- Right. - Oh, new addition?

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

Some Mexican fella painted it.

Quite in vogue in America apparently. (Laughs)

And worth a lot more than I was owed.

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

(Robert chuckling)

Oh, I keep an eye out.

I'll have something else for you in a week or so.

(Car engine rumbling)

(Finbar) Give it to him.

The job, give it to him, all of them.

Been thinkin' quite a bit lately.

Been a lifetime of poor choices of me,

and Robert, ever since Margaret died, ya know?

I mean, there's more to me than this.

I'd like folks to see it.

Oh, and what is it you're so anxious to show the world?

This is all you know.

(Sighs) I could plant a garden.

- A garden? - Aye.

So, you're just gonna jilt me?

Gonna leave me with that gone bean?

(Robert sighs)

(Paper rustling)

Thanks.

Are you gonna miss me?

(Robert chuckling)

Aye, like a hole in the head.

(Both chuckling)

(Timer rattles)

(Cat meowing)

- (Roots ripping) - (Finbar grunts)

It's seeds you want?

Aye Pat, seeds.

You're not one for buyin' seeds, Finbar.

No, not before.

You sure then? Seeds?

Christ, have you got any or not?

All right.

I have, uh...

broad beans, cabbage, some with carrots,

and there's reck other stuff there, too.

(Engine rumbling)

(Breathes deeply)

(Bottle clinks)

So I was thinkin' I could start a garden of my own.

- Mm. - Bit of popple,

maybe some goldenrod,

like that yellow wave you've got goin' out there.

Goldenrod is weed, Finbar.

Huh, didn't know that.

Might need a teacher, so.

(Rita chuckles)

Is it okay?

I don't know what I'm enjoyin' more,

- the food or the company. - (Rita chuckles)

Was your wife a good cook?

Margaret, was it?

Yeah.

- Mm. - Oh, Finbar, I'm sorry. I didn't--

No, no, no, no. You're fine, you're fine.

It's just been so long since I've heard her name spoken.

Margaret... always experimenting.

She pegged this brick.

This was a long time ago.

Put apples and nuts into the mix.

Wee bit of cinnamon thrown in there.

- Never tasted the like of it. - That sounds gorgeous.

- Jesus, no, it was awful. - (Rita chuckles)

(Chuckles) It's like I said,

I never tasted the like of it,

and thankfully, I never did again.

(Chuckles) Was this in Dublin?

Aye, sure.

Past the bookshop where she worked every day.

Walkin' to the factory, you know?

God, she loved those books.

Got me hooked.

I wish I could've met her.

Yeah, she was too good for me, that woman.

Same as yourself.

(Man coughing)

- (Rita) I'll just be a wee minute. - Mm.

(Coughing continues)

How's Moya?

If you hook a rod be careful

'cause that line could cut into the palm of your hand, darlin'.

Here.

Come on, use that.

There you go. Good girl.

What are you hopin' to catch, a goldfish?

Take 'em home, call him Goldie?

A fish wouldn't care for ya.

And me dear dad used to say that you shouldn't care for those

that don't care for you.

Fair enough.

I was told to get a fish for dinner.

You're on.

Let some line out, let some line out.

(Water splashing)

(Water splashing)

Oh, no.

(Panting)

(Finbar) Moya, it's okay.

Moya!

(Patrons laughing and chattering)

(Pat exhales)

Hey, Pat.

How do, Sinead?

Finbar.

Surprised to see you on a busy night like this.

- Catherine. - Finbar.

He's grumpy tonight.

That old bastard? Never in your life.

Aye, and this is my one night out.

A pint of plain for the grumpy bollocks, Sinead,

and a Babycham for his long-suffering wife.

I'll have a wee Black Bush, please.

Flashin' the cash, eh?

How tradin' books ever earned you a livin', I'll never know.

As long as I keep winnin' money off you,

I'll do just fine.

(Vinny chuckles)

Any luck catchin' your Evel Knievel boy?

Ah, not a bit of it.

No, hasn't been the most fruitful of days, I have to admit.

But I'll get him.

I'm sure you will.

(Woman) How lovely.

(Audience applauding, cheering)

A water, please.

Fine fiddlin' there, son.

Thank you, my friend.

That's an old tune.

Old as the hills, but it always has a place.

You say that here, old as the hills?

We'd call it a jig.

- (Fingers snapping) - Of course. (Chuckles)

- Thank you. - So, what brought you over here?

(Chuckles) Long ago, an Irish man

came to my village playing the most beautiful song

I had ever heard.

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

Do you not miss it, home?

I do not miss the fighting.

I do not miss the blood.

(Patrons chattering)

Sinead, I saw your Moya

out by the bridge fishin' for dinner.

(Chuckles) Sounds like my wean, all right.

She's her own woman.

We're like ships passin' in the night.

Me workin' here all the hours go it seems.

Well, don't be givin' her too much grief.

What's that?

Ah, the box of grub, it tumbled into the river.

What?

But that's on me. I was yappin' and distractin' her.

Right, well, thanks for the heads up.

(Patrons cheering)

- Mind your feet! - It's been ages!

Mind yourself!

- (Vinny vocalizing) - (Catherine laughing)

(Catherine) Whoo!

(Patrons whooping and chattering)

(Lighter clinks)

- (Horse huffing) - (Finbar) I know that look.

Where you off to?

Surely you're not fleein' over the spilled food, are ya?

I told your ma it was all my doin'.

She's gonna miss you somethin' shockin',

stuck out here alone and you off ridin' the planes.

Well, you're a brave one, Moya.

As soon as horses hit the dark...

scared stiff of the rabbit holes and their rabbits.

Best to run away during the day so you don't,

you know, run into anything unexpected.

But it's up to you, I suppose.

You're the boss.

♪ Do, do, do ♪

You're not still in the caravan?

Aye. Mom says the bungalow will never be done.

You can go now.

What?

(Moya) You can go now.

No, no.

A gentleman always leaves the lady to the door.

- I said I'm fine. - Moya, what the fuck?

Where've you been? I'm fuckin' starvin' here.

- Who's this? - A gentleman.

Oh, just thank your wee Uncle Curtis then.

(Moya) You're not my uncle.

Hey, you watch your back talk. Do you hear me?

Women, eh?

Fuckin' nightmares.

(Wind whistling)

(Curtis whistling)

Oh, if it isn't the wanderer back from his travelin'.

- 'Bout time. - (Curtis) I came straight away.

Just what I'm gettin'.

What the fuck is this?

Apples?

I don't know, it's just what they gave me.

You've been gone for two hours and you come back with apples.

Is there somethin' fuckin' wrong with you?

Hey, shut the fuck up.

How the fuck is this eejit your brother?

Youse don't even sound the same.

(Doireann) It's none of your business.

What were you doin' all this time?

I've just been waitin' down at the caravan for Moya.

Aye, there's no need to be hangin' around down there.

You just get what we need and you come back.

Do you understand?

(Waves splashing)

(Birds squawking)

(Finbar) Knock, knock.

Oh, Jesus, Finbar. I mean,

thank you.

Wait, it's heavy.

- Will you take a cup of tea? - No, no thanks. I'm grand.

(Wind whistling)

How's Moya?

What have you got there?

Not got anything.

Maybe I should ask your mother.

No!

Please, don't say anything to her.

Show me.

Come on, show me.

Where did you get this?

Did your uncle give you this?

He's not my uncle.

Why did he give this to you, Moya?

Does it have somethin' to do with these...

these bruises on you?

Moya?

Did somethin' happen that you don't want to tell me about?

Eh?

(Curtis) Yo, Moya?

So, the gentleman caller returns?

Mornin', Sinead. Mornin', Moya.

Hope you're not thinkin' about makin' a move now on Sinead.

She's a wee bit young for you I'd say.

Shut your hole, Curtis.

Don't mind him, Finbar, he's an arsehole.

What, I can't even have a wee bit of chitchat

with the locals?

Me and him are sweet,

isn't that right, big man?

Ah, here we go.

Nothin' like a wee bit of skinny dippin'

to work up an appetite.

Just take it and go.

I'll bring you more tonight after work.

I ain't gone off my fuckin' knob here.

Can't blame me for wantin' a wee bit of new company.

Fuck ya.

Catch you later, Princess.

Old friend?

(Sinead) You can pick your friends.

You don't get to choose your bloody in-laws.

My, um... my brother married his sister

and promptly got himself killed.

I can't wait to see the back of him.

(Engine rumbling)

I thought you were all for leavin' this business behind?

Give it to the wee bullocks, Kevin.

I'll pay.

Are you wise? Here.

A local fella?

You want the boys in blue at your door?

His clan isn't from here.

He's a blow in by the name of Curtis June.

I don't care, hm?

Not on our doorstep.

Besides, he could be IRA, hm?

Now, good luck stayin' away

from them fellas for the rest of your life.

So, we just let 'em keep on hurtin' her?

(Robert) You don't even know what he's done.

I know.

I could see it in her eyes.

And that's his message for her to keep quiet.

Jesus, she's a child, Robert.

Shop him to the guards, an anonymous tip off, hm? Consciously.

She'll never tell them what he's done.

He's put the fear of God in her,

and he'll never stop.

He'll just go on tormentin' others.

Robert, I know what I said about killin',

but this is different.

I want no part of it, Finbar.

Hm?

Count me out.

(Sighs)

(Finbar) Takin' your boots for a walk?

So you actually can talk, huh?

(Chuckles) Only when I'm done listenin'.

I'm passin' by Sinead's. Hop in, I'll give ya a lift.

Aye.

(Finbar) So, you're on holiday, eh?

Aye, holiday.

Fuck up.

Could've nipped off to Majorca

and fixed my farmer's time, but nah,

that's all squat in the back.

Hours of bleedin' fuckin' nowhere.

Listen, there's cigarettes in the front there. Help yourself.

The matches are on the floor.

(Match strikes)

(Matches rattling)

Funny, road never looks the same on the way back.

That's 'cause giants made these hills.

Oh, is that right?

This land was once ruled by Fomorians.

God like seafarers, they were.

Enslaved the land,

ate the children, so the story goes.

(Chuckles) And to think I just used them for shootin'.

You a hunter?

Well, if you call shootin' bean cans

and the odd jackrabbit huntin',

then yes, I'm a stupendous hunter.

What do you use?

A smoothbore, AH Fox.

Teddy Roosevelt called it, "The finest gun ever made."

(Curtis whistles)

You wanna see it?

I had a Remington .17 model before I got this little baby.

Wasn't as nifty.

Didn't have the same busty qualities.

Beautiful, isn't she?

You want to hold her?

(Finbar grunts)

(Door shuts)

- (Knife slices) - (Men grunting)

(Curtis panting)

Jesus.

(Gun cocks)

(Shot firing)

Fuck.

(Curtis coughs)

What did I ever do to ya?

Wee Moya, ya bastard.

Jesus fucking Christ. I'll leave.

You'll never fuckin' see me again.

- (Gun cocks) - (Curtis panting)

(Sobbing) Jesus fucking Christ.

- (Gun clicks) - (Curtis panting)

You're fuckin' dead.

You pervert!

(Gunshot echoes)

Some ginger Jesse Owens, he was.

Why did he have a knife?

Is that somethin' all the young ones carry?

Ah, jeez. Wouldn't consider meself in tune

with modern youth, to be fair.

What are you doin' out here?

Robert asked me to check up on ya.

Oh, he did, did he?

Yeah.

Well, in that case...

I like bingo, yeah?

Wrights has a session on tonight, you'll pay for me books.

And a cheeky pint there, too, what? (Laughs)

♪ And I won't tell you no more ♪

♪ So get down, get down, get down ♪

(Exhaling) Christ!

(Spits) Startin' to understand why they whinge so much.

This yahoo one time, diggin' away so he was,

but he knew that when he stopped, that was that, yeah?

End of the line.

So he just didn't stop. (Chuckles)

Must've been somethin' like nine feet when he was done with it.

Oh, bless! There's the size of plums.

Who knows, he coulda hit feckin' Fiji or someplace.

I just stood and laughed.

It was somethin' else. (Chuckles)

It's all a big joke to you, isn't it?

This line of work.

Oh, well, as my Da always used to say...

"Do a job you love."

("Get Down" by Gilbert O'Sullivan)

(Grunts)

♪ Told you once before ♪

♪ And I won't tell you no more Get down, get down, get down ♪

♪ You're a bad dog, baby ♪

♪ But I still want you around ♪

And the next one up is "Stuck in a tree 53."

(Sinead) Here you go, Finbar.

On me for yesterday.

Oh, for God's sake, Sinead. There's no need.

Hey love, can I have one?

Aren't you bored, Kevin?

(Kevin chuckles)

She's a feisty one.

Reminds me of one I left in the forest not long ago.

(Bingo Moderator) "Ask for more, 34."

- A woman? - Yeah.

They're more collected than the fellas, don't ya think?

More dignity before dyin'.

- Jesus. - What?

- You never? - No.

There's enough cruel men in this world.

She was cruel, all right. (Chuckles)

- Real lookin'. -"Clickety-click 66."

Oh, but the cryin' to the angels.

- (Woman) Bingo! - (Crowd exclaims)

Fuck's sake!

You're a wee bit messed up in the head, aren't ya?

Says the one.

It's just a bit of money in me pocket when I need it.

With a body count like yours, now that's psychotic.

You listen, you wee shite.

Killing is no jokin' matter to me,

and I'm done with it for good.

But if I ever hear of you havin' a laugh

at someone else's dyin' tears...

I'll beat ya with my old man hands.

- (Finbar sighs) - (Patrons chattering)

How many people have you killed altogether?

- (Fist thuds) - (Kevin groans)

(Patrons chattering)

(Kevin panting)

(Doireann) Curtis, come on.

(Whistle blows in distance)

- (Men yelling indistinct) - (Sheep bleating)

Conan's mouthin' off in there. (Panting)

You know the day they murdered our father,

Curtis was playin' football in the under-twelves.

Little bollocks wasn't half-bad.

I'll never forget pickin' him up, tellin' him what happened.

He just sat there, just lookin' at me.

He couldn't make sense of it.

Him growin' up in Belfast and me down south with Mom,

his whole world turned upside down.

And I made him a promise.

I said I'd always look out for him.

(Sighs)

(Man) Conan says we should clear out.

Make tracks to France or somewhere.

Not without my brother.

He probably just had a lock-in, drinkin'.

You know what he's like.

Unless he developed the power of invisibility,

of course he didn't spend the night in a fuckin' lock-in.

You think I'm fuckin' thick?

We're not going anywhere without Curtis.

He's fuckin' left us, Doireann. He's probably away on home.

No, he's dead if he goes back, we all are.

(Conan) Yeah, I know.

"Curtis June and Doireann McCann."

You're the reason we're in this mess.

No, I knew you would fuck it up.

Well, we got the bastards, didn't we?

- That's what matters. - (Conan) And what about the kids?

What, were they just collateral?

You know fuckin' rightly I couldn't have predicted that.

You made yourself known. Me and Seamus, we were in the clear.

They only saw the back of our heads runnin' up the road.

I saw the back of her head last night.

(Cup shatters)

The fuck?

I'm only easin' the tension.

- Where are you goin'? - I'm goin' out to find the sad bastard

who's only job was to lay low.

Could say he's doin' that only too fuckin' well.

If you cunts wanna leave, that's grand.

Just don't be expectin' a big fuckin' hoax

when you get back to Belfast.

(Gun clicks)

(Gun cocks)

Curtis?

Curtis?

Jesus, Doireann, what are you doing outta the bungalow?

Yesterday, did Curtis say where he was headin'?

I didn't see him yesterday.

(Sighs)

So, he's missin'?

(Gasps) Oh, thank God.

I should never have let youse back in my life.

Go on, pack your shit. I want youse gone.

Don't you dare speak to me like that.

I'll fuckin' rip that tongue from your throat.

Maybe the peelers got him.

They're probably closin' in on the rest of you sorry fuckin' bastards.

- (Sinead gasps) - (Moya) Ma!

I'm fightin' for a free Ireland,

and that includes you, you cunt!

So you'd better start showin' me some fuckin' respect.

What did he tell ya?

(Sinead choking)

(Sinead coughing)

Ma!

He said nothin'!

Well, I'm not stupid, Doireann.

I read the papers.

(Coughing) I'm okay, love, I'm okay.

Here, he swam most days.

Maybe he fuckin' drowned.

(Sinead panting)

(Seagulls squawking)

(Family chattering)

(Girl squealing)

(Doireann sniffles)

(Shot fires)

Ah, Jesus. You ever gonna let your age get to ya?

- (Finbar chuckles) - (Gun cocks)

I suppose the front line would make a decent shot out of any man.

Now, what's your excuse?

Ah, I'm sure I was about the last to arrive.

You know, I never knew the hell of war that you did.

For me the liberation of France was,

it was just a load of faffin' about, if I'm perfectly honest.

But the monarchy, as well? You came back.

Well, they certainly weren't up to make me feel good about it,

but I was determined to help fight those Nazi bastards,

even if it meant sidin' with the English.

And that's why I wear the uniform, you know?

I know right, I know wrong.

And ya need the black and white

out at the state of the north at the minute.

And I've seen enough fightin' for a lifetime.

(Shot fires)

- Hey, there you go. - (Finbar chuckles)

(Doireann) Did anyone come out here? Does anyone know?

- (Man on phone) Not once, so. - (Doireann) So he could be back in Belfast then?

(Man) If he is, I'd fuckin' kick him back to ya myself.

What if Special Branch is onto us?

(Man) Oh, wise up. Of course they're not.

Ah, fuck off!

Just gimme somethin'. Local intel.

Any names around here, someone who'd know.

(Man) Where are ya again? Glencolm somethin'?

That's the spot. Best hidin' spots are roads

you can't fuckin' pronounce. (Sighs)

(Man) There's an old contact close by,

a freelance boat man.

- Have you got a pen? - Yeah, yeah.

(Gravel crunching)

(Cup clattering)

Oh, sh--

(Bullet clinks)

No, stay back.

Robert McQue?

No knock?

Force of habit.

Your colleague wasn't specific

about the nature of your visit.

I'm afraid his phone was being tapped by the big fellas,

I suppose, huh? (Chuckles)

Oh, bloody paranoiacs.

Trying to find a friend.

And none know the shadows better than those under the rocks.

Oh, I like that.

Oh. (Chuckles)

And this friend, what's the name?

Curtis.

Curtis June.

(Cup clinks)

(Soft chuckle) That's a fairly odd name, huh?

(Chuckles) June?

Aye, June.

Is it short for somethin'?

- What is? - June.

Is June fuckin' short for somethin'?

It's June, like the month.

June.

I've never in me life met anyone call June. (Chuckles)

Redhead, tall, skinny fella.

That doesn't ring a bell.

You know those bandits out by Inish West?

They might have heard something.

You give them a try.

Now, I have to clear up this mess.

If you'll please find your own way out.

(Chair creaks)

(Gun cocks)

It fits.

- I said-- - I heard ya.

You're only three foot away from me.

Is he dead?

Without a doubt.

(Gun cocks)

It had nothing to do with me!

(Doireann) Who then?

Tell me, or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!

Put it away, will ya?

I'm not stakin' me life for him.

(Exhales)

I told him not to do it.

(Doireann) Who?

Finbar.

Finbar Murphy.

- (Whispering) Finbar Murphy... - But we parted ways.

He's no longer in my employee.

Who called the hit?

Well, you'd have to ask him that.

Where does he live?

I don't know.

Now, if you don't mind,

I would be very grateful if you would get the--

- (Shot fires) - (Robert groans)

(Body thuds)

(Josie) Robbie?

(Josie) Robbie?

Robbie's not here anymore.

Where is he?

I shot him.

Believe me, he had it comin'.

I'm not tryin' to be disrespectful or nothin'.

What's your name, love?

Josie.

You've a sweet voice, Josie.

I'm sure you've done nothin' wrong.

But I can't let you go seein' my face now, can I?

No.

So why don't you go into your bedroom back there,

lock your door, and don't come out till I'm gone?

Robbie isn't goin' anywhere.

(Josie breathing shakily)

(Door clicks)

(Gun cocks)

(Doireann) Put that away.

(Conan) Take a look at this.

Blood money.

Fuckin' massacre.

Well, thanks again, Rita.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

I'll teach you bits whenever you start planting,

but I can't remember everything.

- Uh-huh. - Books help.

Done good.

It's a start.

- Goodnight. - Night.

(Engine rumbling)

(Panting) It's Robert.

- Finbar. - Oh, Mrs. McQue.

(Josie) Thank you for coming.

(Kevin) Finbar?

- (Josie) Finbar? - No, no, no, no, Mrs. McQue.

- Don't. - Robbie was a good man.

Of course he fuckin' wasn't.

(Finbar) Oi.

For what he was, he was a good man.

Did you see who he was?

Well, it was a her.

And no, I didn't.

She was talkin' to Robbie, though.

She said she was lookin' for someone named Curtis.

The ginger Jessie?

She'll need a shovel.

We can't stay here.

Good. I fuckin' hate waits.

(Finbar) Go and syphon some petrol.

Mrs. McQue, go in the kitchen, please.

(Josie) All right.

(Finbar) I'll sort this out.

(Doireann) Everyone knows each other in these small towns.

They'll know him.

But why does it have to be me?

'Cause ya always look lost. Now, go.

(Seamus sighs)

(Shop bell rings)

Good evening.

(Door closes)

I'm up for the weekend.

I was with my uncle.

We got a bit, uh, turned around.

You wouldn't happen to know a Finbar Murphy?

Finbar?

Know him all right.

Lives out the road there.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

(Doireann inhales sharply)

- Evening, Garda. - Evening.

(Shop bells chimes)

- You want me to fill her up, huh? - Yeah.

You ever see that fella around here before?

(Engine starts)

Never have.

Says he's up to see his Uncle Finbar.

- Finbar? - Huh.

Dunce never said he had a nephew.

Hm.

(Fire crackling)

- Finbar? - I'm so sorry.

(Josie) I can't believe this.

Call the police once we're gone, okay?

Right. I will.

(Door bangs)

(Cat meows)

(Seamus) Hey, look at this.

Beautiful.

(Kevin) How do you suppose they found 'em?

Maybe asked his network about this Curtis fella.

Checkin' 'em out after you spoke to him.

Just wait for you outside then.

How long you be?

Pull over there.

(Kevin panting)

Somethin' spook ya?

(Finbar) Somebody's in my house.

Well, that's me unemployed then, I suppose.

(Sighs)

Old Robert took advantage of me, but he treated me right.

You say youse were friends?

We had things in common, things to keep hidden.

Were you a runaway?

If your home was an old pile of shite

and there's no love to be had, I'd hardly call it runnin' away.

Escaping's more like it.

One night, got meself into a fierce bust up in a pub,

but I come outta it on top.

And there Robert was...

buying me as many pints as I wanted

and offered me 30 quid to push some fell off a pier.

Course I didn't know he was gettin' 130,

but that was Robert the old sleevin' bastard.

(Both chuckle)

It was easy money.

(Finbar) I lost track long ago.

How many I've killed.

The war had turned me into somebody I didn't recognize.

And when I came home and learned my Margaret had died...

whatever was left of my old self,

it seemed to disappear into a black hole.

And then Robert came callin'.

As you said, it was too easy.

Fuckin' seniors and their raisins. (Sniffs)

If he's not here by now...

He's probably out there watchin' us.

Well, if he is, let's give him somethin' to watch.

(Glass shattering)

- (Axe thudding) - (Doireann grunting)

(Finbar) Oh, Jesus.

Go back inside, Rita, please.

You must be the nosy fuckin' neighbor, huh?

You should be mindin' your own business

if you know what's best.

You know Finbar?

Never had the pleasure, but I will.

Mr. Murphy has done somethin', somethin' unforgivable.

- (Rifle cocks) - Hey, hey, what are you doin'?

- I'm gonna fuckin' kill her. - We've got no advantage.

- (Kevin) Advantage? What's that, war talk? - Put it down.

I don't want Rita gettin' caught in a crossfire.

God, it's lonely out here.

Especially for a frail owl one, like yourself.

If you see your friend, you can give him a message.

I'll tell him a mouthy wee bitch sent it.

(Doireann scoffs)

Do.

(Fist thuds)

(Grunts)

Talk about a cruel woman.

(Doireann) Conan!

Come on.

Pew!

(Finbar grunts)

Oh, God.

Grab her legs.

You go first.

(Finbar) Two cottages down from the crossroads.

The one with the flowers.

- (Man) And who is this again? - For God's sake,

it doesn't matter. Look, you're a doctor.

Just go to her, all right?

Please.

(Engine starts)

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

(Keys jingling, thudding)

There you go. Good boy.

(Gun cocks)

Huh.

There's some money's worth here.

No wonder you need someone to buy your bingo books.

Maybe I just wanted the conversation.

(Guitar strings strumming)

Do you play this thing?

(Kevin) Just a chord or two.

No trainer or nothin', just teachin' meself.

(Gun cocks)

I'll make my own record someday.

Maybe over there in California

if I can save enough for the journey.

People over there just seem... free or somethin'.

Enjoyin' life, you know what I mean?

(Guns cocking)

- (Boy 1) The game's about to start. - (Boy 2) Okay, let's go.

(Finbar sighs)

I don't recall you buyin' the paper before.

I don't recall you bein' sober.

(Pat scoffs)

(Vinny) Hey, Pat.

(Pat) Hey.

Give us... to go, will ya?

Finbar?

And the poor fella must have been a hermit out there.

Fred never saw him in the town.

Went by the name of Robert McQue.

Did you know him at all?

Mm-mm.

The mother said that it was a woman that did the killin'.

I can't make head nor tail of it at all.

You know, I was wonderin' if maybe the sign

had somethin' to do with it.

You know, maybe the sign was a sign.

Anyway, we'll get the detectives down from Dublin.

They'll be all over it.

There'll be nothin' for me to do.

(Car door opens)

Oh, here. You never told me you had a nephew.

Aye, nice lad.

Don't see him that much.

You mind droppin' me by Sinead's?

No, get in.

(Engine rumbling)

Well, cheers for the ride, Vinny.

Yeah, hey, don't be smug about it.

Can't be seen to have favorites.

(Finbar) Get on with ya.

(Door creaking)

- (Whistle blowing) - (Crowd cheering)

(Crowd clamoring)

- Go on! - Come on, come on!

- (All) Yeah! - (Crowd applauding)

(Whistle blowing)

Stay low.

Stay out of sight.

You come to a fuckin' football match?

He'll be here.

(Whistle blowing)

(Newspaper whacks)

(Conan) Rats. All of them are fuckin' rats.

(Scoffs) They didn't get your good side.

This pushes us into a corner. We're gonna have to leg it.

Not yet.

Anybody could recognize us, Doireann.

Curtis is dead.

Try to give an ounce of shit.

(Crowd clamoring)

Let's burn the fucker's place to the ground for Curtis.

Then we get outta here.

We get to Amsterdam, France, maybe.

We've got that money. We can start over.

Have you lost your fuckin' mind?

Run off and leave Ireland?

So what's the point of all this then?

If we want to live?

(Doireann) So they died for nothing?

(Seamus) It's just for a while until things settle down.

Am I the only one who understands

what we're fightin' for here?

We're not fuckin' leavin'.

Someone hired Murphy to kill Curtis.

We need to find out who.

The old lady, the fuckin' shopkeeper.

Someone knows where he is.

We're just gonna have to pry it from him.

- (Whistle blowing) - (Crowd clamoring)

I gotta find the loo.

Maybe the two of you can come up

with just one fuckin' idea while I'm gone.

(Man) Finbar?

Hassan.

(Hassan) My biggest fan.

So, you stuck around?

What do you think?

(Sighs) They all look so blood thirsty.

I don't know who to root for.

- (Finbar) Hey, Sinead. - What about you, Finbar?

Not too bad.

Wee Moya?

(Sinead) Oh, she's around here somewhere.

Up to somethin', I'm sure.

She's grand.

We're good.

Good.

Okay, I'll see ya.

See you later tonight?

(Finbar) Aye.

(Crowd applauding, cheering)

(Finbar sighs)

(Whistle blowing)

(Doireann) Finbar Murphy?

Doireann McCann.

Ah. Ah-ah.

It's Doireann.

I've only seen it printed,

and they've printed a lot about you lately.

You tell me who ordered the hit,

or I'll put you down right here to die

in this shit fed turf.

Look, we've killed each other's friends,

one for the other.

Let's throw the line.

- Walk away and no one-- - No, no, no.

Fuck you.

I killed a degenerate bottom feeder.

Curtis was my brother.

Then you must have known about his, uh... tendencies.

- (Gun cocks) - Gimme the name.

Easy.

All right.

I can bring 'em to ya, easier that way.

(Scoffs) And you're just gonna have this whoever

turn themselves over?

Convinced your boy into my car, didn't I?

Meet back here, eight o'clock.

It'll be quiet, no one will see.

No, fuck right off.

Do you think I'm stupid?

We meet at that pub.

(Finbar) Wrights?

That's it.

Full of merry fuckin' villagers about that time,

none who suspect you're a murderin' bastard, I suppose.

So no tricks.

I won't have you hurting anyone else in this town,

ya hear me?

You be there. Or we leave a special delivery

that'll blow that pub all over Donegal.

If anything happens to us, people will come lookin'.

People a lot worse than me.

And they'll tear right through this godforsaken place

and that quaint little nosy neighbor lady of yours.

(Chuckles) No one will be safe.

- Fuckin' eejits. - (Man vomits)

(Crowd chattering)

("California Soul" by Marlena Shaw)

♪ Like a sound you hear that lingers in your ear ♪

♪ But you can't forget from sundown to sunset ♪

(Phone ringing)

♪ It's all in the air ♪

♪ You hear it everywhere ♪

♪ No matter what you do ♪

♪ It's gonna grab a hold on you ♪

♪ California soul ♪

(Kevin grunts)

(Door closes)

Ya take my pistol and nip off without a pip.

Certainly into your dramatics, aren't ya?

(Finbar) I found the leader.

She didn't take to my ceasefire.

She left me no choice.

I'm gonna finish her.

Finish all of them.

How do you plan on doin' that?

It'll be good and public.

So if anyone comes lookin' for blood, they'll come for me.

Leave this town out of it.

You can go. I'll be fine on my own.

No way, Jose. (Chuckles)

If the great Finbar Murphy's goin' to war,

I'll be fucked if I'm missin' out on all the fun. (Chuckles)

(Finbar) Good boy.

(Finbar) Knock-knock.

Moya, a wee gift for ya.

Will ya take him?

He's yours.

(Moya) What's his name?

Ya know, I never gave him a name.

What do ya think?

He looks like a Sean.

Aye.

You'll take good care of him, won't ya?

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

It keeps you human.

Okay?

- (Sean meows) - Bye, Sean.

(Waves splashing)

(Doors closing)

You wanted an audience.

I'll meet them inside.

Tell them I've got the fella out back.

Where I'll be waitin' for him.

Now, that's an advantage.

See?

I was listenin'.

No, I have an advantage of my own.

Go on now. Take this.

There's an envelope in the outer pocket.

Give it to Robert's mother for me.

The rest is yours.

What are you gettin' at?

- We agreed we were gonna-- - We agreed on nothin'.

Now listen, there's nothin' more here for you now.

This is my war.

Take that money.

Let it be my hand down to ya.

You don't have to use that ever again.

You're young.

Find somethin' else to do.

Get to California.

I'm not sayin' you need to be a saint or anything like that.

Just don't waste your life doin' this.

Nobody ever gave me nothin'.

My advice has more value than that money, son.

Trust me on this.

Go on.

(Doors closing)

(Engine starts)

(Patrons chattering)

Ah, Jesus.

Jumpy tonight, aren't we?

Jeez, Vincent, I've got an old heart.

Aye, but you're a young spirit.

Come on. Sittin' over here.

Black starters in the trees.

He didn't try anything at the pitch.

Not with the crowd.

Right.

I'll have a peep in first.

Conan, you bring the case in after.

Why him?

Because you're shit with a pistol.

Because I went lookin' for Curtis with no help from you,

'cause I organized this trade,

and because I fuckin' said so.

Fine.

Just keep the car loose.

Any foul play, you set that timer

and we get the fuck out, do ya hear?

- Scorch the bastards. - Your half of the loot is in there.

And someone could hang those dead kids around our necks.

(Patrons chattering, laughing)

I was hopin' for a quieter night today.

You know, a few stories, bit of a yarn.

How you gettin' on with yon Russian book?

Not finished it yet.

I dare say you would enjoy it, though.

Oh.

- Bit of mystery, intrigue in it? - Aye.

There's a clever detective investigatin' a gruesome murder,

name of Porfiry.

He's tenacious on his quest for the truth.

Drawin' out of the suspect,

then with isolations, destroyin' him,

eatin' away at him.

Makin' 'em understand that the party ended.

It's all it is.

(Patrons cheering, applauding)

You gain instincts as detective.

It reminds me of you, actually.

Does he get his man in the end?

I don't know.

(Patrons chattering)

(Vinny exhales)

Will your nephew be in tonight, or has he moved on?

You don't trade books for a livin', do ya, Finbar?

What is it that you do?

Vinny... you don't want to know.

If you need to tell me somethin', I could help.

No, Vinny, you can't.

Jesus! Moya, Moya, come here.

Come on. You have to scoot on home.

- (Moya) Where are we goin'? - (Finbar) This is no place for weans.

- But I'm allowed in the bar. - No, no, no.

- Ma says-- - Not tonight.

- I need you to go. - But I just want Sean to meet me ma.

Not tonight. Take Sean and go home now.

- But I-- - Sean can meet your ma some other time, okay?

Go home, now!

(Patrons chattering)

(Patrons cheering, applauding)

(Man speaking indistinctly)

(Crowd chattering)

(Vinny exhales)

- (Vinny exhaling) - (Patrons chattering)

(Doireann) Quite a crowd.

Aye, and your partners in crime?

We said no funny business.

They're around, be sure of it.

Now just produce the fucker like you said,

and you can get back to your music.

We'll meet out back where we can hear ourselves.

You move from that fuckin' spot

and I promise ya I'll shoot ya dead.

(Crowd chattering)

All right.

- 'Twas me. - Don't ya love how a song

- can just fill your heart with joy? - Huh?

The music.

Makes ya want to just grab one of

the nearest young dolls and kiss the face clean off her.

- This how you cunts court? - (Kevin) How am I doin'?

Aren't I a bit ripe for your tongue?

Ah.

I target any woman who's up for it... Doireann.

Grateful for your charity, Finbar...

but a saint's gotta be a sinner first, don't he?

- This him? - Calm down.

- I told ya 'twas me. - Of course it's me.

Now, why don't we all go out back and-

- (Shot fires) - (Kevin groans)

(Crowd clamoring)

- (Glass shattering) - (Patrons screaming)

(Conan) Fuck!

- (Man) Hurry up! - (Crowd clamoring)

(Vinny panting)

Fuck!

That's mine, ya bastard.

That dumb bitch, she shot me!

(Vinny panting)

(Groans)

(Man groaning)

(Glass shatters)

Come on.

(Shots firing)

(Doireann groans, gasps)

(Panting)

Just lettin' ya know I'm still here, Doireann. (Laughs)

(Groans)

(Finbar grunts)

(Conan panting)

- Jesus. - (Kevin groans)

Why the fuck did ya come back?

(Kevin groaning)

Hassan, stay down, stay down.

(Kevin pants)

(Muffled gunshots)

(Groans)

(Timer ticking)

(Finbar gasping)

(Kevin groans)

(Grunting)

My money's in me car.

I'm guessin' you're gonna get to California before me.

(Shot fires)

(Doireann coughing)

(Man groaning)

(Doireann coughing)

(Men grunting)

(Glass shatters)

(Doireann panting)

(Pin clinks)

(Groans)

(Flesh squelching)

(Fire crackling)

- (Bottle clinks) - (Doireann gasps)

(Shot fires)

(Gun clicking)

(Gun cocks)

(Door closes)

(Vinny) Finbar?

(Doireann panting)

(Door creaking)

You're lookin' for him to save you?

(Staggered breathing)

I'm not the one who needs savin'.

I've done what I've done,

and I had my reasons.

And the Lord, who's the...

(Panting)

I'll take no judgement from you.

I'm not here to judge.

We've all got our reasons.

(Panting)

Just shoot me.

You're at your end.

Make your peace.

My... my brother...

he's all alone.

I'll make sure you join him.

(Doireann exhales)

(Engine rumbling)

(Finbar grunts)

Those brutes didn't get you.

No.

Rita, I am so sorry.

It's fine, Finbar.

You never asked me what I did for a livin'.

Should I have?

As you see, nothin' grew.

I shoulda started it ages ago.

Oh.

(Rita) No, you keep it.

Maybe somewhere down the road you'll try again.

Bye, Rita.

You, uh... you take care, yeah?

(Engine rumbling)

(Door closes)

(Sighs)