GENTLE MUSIC GRAND, SWEEPING MUSIC How was your day? Oh, it was a bit cold. How did Frankie do? Oh, Frankie was tremendous. He's a good boy. Are you hungry? Are you sure? Good. I won't give you too much. There now. There. FATHER: OK. Bless us, oh Lord for these thy gifts, which of thy bounty we are about to receive... MOTHER SCREAMS MOTHER: No! Oh! Oh God! (GROANS) Oh, darling! (SOBS) Oh God! REPORTER: Last night, a masked gunman broke into a house in a remote coastal area and shot, in front of his family, a man believed to be a Republican sympathiser. This is the latest in the new outbreak of killings following the breakdown of peace talks between unionists and nationalists. DARK, PULSING MUSIC SONG: # The truth will never hide # Even though I tried # They tried to take my pride # But they only took my father from me # They only took my father # Even though I cried # Even though I tried # They... # I have set my time # God be with you, Ireland # Set before I die # God be with you, Ireland... # IRISH FOLK MUSIC # God be with you, Ireland. # ENGLISHMAN: Here's your target, gentlemen. Frankie Maguire. He has been responsible for the deaths of 11 regular army lads, seven RUC officers and uncounted numbers of loyalist paras. This bastard has never seen the inside of a cell. I'd like to change that. BOY: Hey, over here! Behind you. This is it, lads. Mind how you go. What about it, lads? MAN: Stand by. Jesus! Come on! In here. MACHINE-GUN FIRE MAN SCREAMS MAN: Let's go. Move it, move it! MACHINE-GUN FIRE CONTINUES TYRES SQUEAL PEOPLE SCREAM MACHINE-GUN FIRE CONTINUES Johnny?! I'm all right! JOHNNY: Jesus Christ! Half the fucking army's out there! PEOPLE SHOUT Keep your head down! (SCREAMS) (GROANS) Rory?! I'm fucked, Frankie. Frankie, come on! Let's go! We've gotta move it! Go on! We have to go NOW, Frankie! GO! HELICOPTER WHIRRS EXPLOSION (SCREAMS) MACHINE-GUN FIRE CONTINUES SIREN WAILS Desmond. Where's Frankie Maguire? Up your fuckin' arse. GUNSHOT REPORTER: Yesterday, in what the army said was routine security, soldiers in a house-to-house pursuit of an IRA gunman found themselves in a firefight which resulted in unexpected casualties. While the IRA denounced the attack as an unlawful and murderous operation, the army put full responsibility on the IRA and said it had no choice but to respond to the latest violence. Although both sides said this only made finding peace more urgent, authorities say the casualties sustained cast further doubts on the future on any peace initiatives. Frankie? It's Martin. LOUD SLIDING NOISE For fuck's sake, Frankie. Yeah. You had me shaken there. How're you doing? Grand. You hungry, son? Mmm. Mm. Cheers. Present from the lads. They send their best. (SIGHS) Here's to you. You're looking well. Fuck you. There was a big turn-out for Dessie's funeral. Ah. Which was good. Yeah. The Cabinet was talking peace the whole time the SAS were waiting to wipe us out. It was a set-up all right. One of our own? We still don't know. I was going to get you a paper, but there didn't seem much point. Northern Ireland office spouting the same old shite. They say the word 'peace', you know, but in the end, all they want is surrender. HELICOPTER WHIRRS HELICOPTER BLADES THUNDER SOFTLY: Whew. Fuckin' things. If we could take them out... they'd have to listen. I've been working on that. Stinger missiles. Maybe then they'll talk 'peace'. But it's gonna need you, Frankie. * WOMAN ANNOUNCES FLIGHT DETAILS So you're a judge, are you? State court. I don't know too many judges. Er... socially speaking. (LAUGHS) You wanna know the biggest problem trying to raise money in America? People don't understand what's going on over there. Well, all the same, Mr Fitzsimmons, if you're not confused, you don't know what's going on. Ah! That's it, isn't it? It's fantastic. FITZSIMMONS: Home sweet home. Aye. When we need the money, we'll need it quickly. Here's an address of a construction site in case anybody asks where you work. I told them you're a family friend starting out. They're connected, aren't they? No. Not in the least. I've known Tom O'Meara 20 years. He served under my father. What, in the army? No. The police force. A cop? Safest place in the city. DOORBELL RINGS Daddy! Daddy! TOM: OK. Hang on. Mr O'Meara. Tom. Hi. Come on in. That's Annie. Hi, Annie. How was your trip? It was good. Long one, isn't it? Aye. Um... come in. This, um... is Morgie. Morgan. MORGAN. Hey. Honey. Say hi to Rory. Sheila's in here. Come say hello. Sheila. Yeah? Rory's here. Oh! Hi. Welcome. I'm the mother. Nice to meet you. Thanks. Where's Bridget? What do you think? On the phone. Careful. The kids were supposed to get this crap out of the hallway. Well, it's not much, but it's dry and it's warm. RORY: It's great. Bed's over here. There's a bit of a bath and shower here. You gotta jiggle this thing. Sometimes it runs on. Did Fitz find some work for you? Aye. Start in a couple of days. Good. TV's over here. What are you doing? A building site. Construction, huh? Aye. Good. Good. Well, if there's anything you need, just... No, it's OK. It's very decent of you to put me up. Don't thank us, thank Fitz. SHEILA: Guys, dinner! We'll be right there, honey. Besides, it's good to have somebody around here that pees standing up. WISTFUL IRISH TUNE HAPPY SOUNDS UPSTAIRS QUIETLY: For fuck's sake. ANNIE: For food and clothes and all that grows, for family too, dear God, thank... dear God, thank you. I hope Rory likes the basement, 'cause I don't. Rory likes the basement a lot. (GIGGLES LOUDLY) Pass that over. May I serve you? Aye. Say when. That looks delicious. What is it? It... It's corned beef and cabbage. I thought that's all you ate over there. Er... no. I've never had it. You got this over there, don't you? Aye. We do have that. In fact, I was baptised in it. (GIGGLES) You were baptised in beer! TOM: It's a joke, honey. SHEILA: One carrot. BRIDGET: That's all I want. I put a lot of effort into this. You could at least eat it. Why do you always pick on me? TOM: Come on, girls. What part of Ireland are you from? From Cookstown. Where's that? Is that near Belfast? It's in the middle of the north. It's on the, uh... shore of Lough Neagh. Do you have a girlfriend in Ireland? TOM: Come on, guys. SHEILA: Morgan, come on. No. That's kind of a personal question. TOM: Give him a break. He just got here. You know, Bridget has a boyfriend. I'm sure she does. Morgan... TOM: Will you guys knock it off, please? Well, Rory... welcome to America. Thanks. Sector David 2746, 1330, meal. Diaz, you're with me again today. 1430. Everybody else, same post and meal as yesterday. This is getting ridiculous. Everybody's laughing at me. Why? You're supposed to... Sarge. Remember I asked you? OK. ...supposed to sit and ride beside me like a gentleman. Your stripes entitle you to that. Absolutely. Now, the guy riding with the sergeant is the chauffeur. Yeah. Then that's me. Yeah. When are you gonna let me do my job? When can I drive? I don't know. Tomorrow. You've been saying that for three years. GENTLE MUSIC Goldilocks, you wouldn't have the right time, would you? Give it up. That's my sister, you bastard. Frankie! It's Rory now. Rory, Frankie, whatever. What's THAT?! It's a high-five. You're in the US of A. Look at you, you big girl's blouse! It's called style. Oh, who says? Calvin Klein. Circus Clown, more like. Look at that one. (GASPS) Sorry. It wasn't my fault. He did it! I didn't! Look at the two of us - couple of Fenian bastards! (IMITATES TRUMPET PLAYING 'ROCKY' THEME) (JOINS IN) Come on! Oh-oh-oh! Jesus Christ! Mind the car! I just had it waxed. That's yours? Aye. She's a beaut, isn't she? Bollocks. Honest. Bought and nearly paid for. Ohh! Fuckin' left the door open. You know, Frankie, are we gonna go through with this? Aye. CAR HORN BEEPS SIREN WAILS 3547 Central. I got a foot pursuit! Northbound. Towards 207. Male, black. Hey, Sarge! The guy was black. Central 3-5 Sergeant. 205 and First. Heading west. Towards the park. 3-5 Sergeant with the portables north end 10th. Stop! Stop! 207 Central. Towards the park! Hey! Move! UGH! Damn! Heading past Central across the Broadway! Wait, wait, wait, wait! CAR TYRES SQUEAL Whoa! 3-5 Sergeant. They're north through the park. WOMAN ON RADIO: That's a copy, 3-5 Sergeant. 1032 in progress. HEY! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You're gonna be sorry! Goddamn! DOG BARKS AND CAR HORNS BEEP Don't lose him! I'm on it! Jesus Christ! Stop! CAR TYRES SQUEAL Hey! Goddammit! Come here! Put your hands up! Show me your hands! He's my collar! Take it easy. I got it. TOM: Take it easy. You know not to run from police? Yes. What, are you crazy? You'll get shot that way. What have you got here? He racked this at the 10th Avenue Bodega. I witnessed him put it in his pocket. You witnessed? Yeah. (GROANS) You witnessed this? How old are you, son? 15, sir. 22. Stand him up. That's old enough to know not to run from police. Yes, sir. What's your story? Well... (PANTS) ...I was too embarrassed to bring the condoms to the cash register. Turn him around. Stand straight. Turn around. Give me your hand. Thanks, Sarge. I'll never do this again. Take a hike. DIAZ: Sarge, why don't you cuff the rookie? SEAN: Here it is. The Irish Republican Navy. Aye. What do you think? Whoa. The tension's off. Do we have to pull it? Aye. Give us a half an hour. Oh, for fuck's sake! What is it? It's pissing antifreeze. I knew it. Pull it. We got the prop work, the pitch, the corking, the pipes on that keel cooler, the transducer, the pentile bearing, the bilge pump, timing the engine out, the sea chest and a dozen 55 gallon drums of fuel. Why don't we FedEx the gear home and be done with it? Us crossing the Atlantic Ocean with a hold full of missiles so they can shoot our arses off when we get there - it's crazy! Aye, it's fucking mad. * SIREN WAILS, HORN HONKS DIAZ: Three years from now, I'll have my pension. You know what I'm gonna do? What you gonna do? I'm gonna raise pot-bellied pigs. Pot-bellied pigs? Yep. Last night, I was watching television, I saw this guy, son of a bitch is making a fortune in New Jersey. Pigs? Yeah. I'm gonna get some... Hi, girls! WOMEN: Hey! What about the bakery? Last week it was a bakery. You know how early you get up to bake bread? POLICE RADIO: We have a 10-52 at 42 West 135th Street. Female caller states husband is getting violent. SIREN WAILS (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Police. La policia. Abra, por favor. Police. Open the door. WOMAN AND MAN ARGUE IN SPANISH Hi. Did Mommy call the police? Yes. MAN AND WOMAN ARGUE IN SPANISH LOUD BANG, WOMAN SCREAMS Mami! MAN: Venga aqui! Venga AQUI! Puta! Venga aqui! (EXCLAIMS SOFTLY) Esta es una puta! Es una desgraciada! Calmate, calmate. Why don't you put that gun down? No! BOTH SPEAK SPANISH INDISTINCTLY NO! Vamos a hablar con ella. NO!! No! Yo le hablo a ella - no TU - YO! Vamos a hablar, venga, vamos a hablar. No!! Vamos a hablar con ella. Yo quiero hablar con ella! Hablamos. Es una puta! Ella no merece nada! GUN FIRES AND WOMAN SCREAMS CHILD CRIES Get the gun, get the gun! (YELLS DESPERATELY) Callate, cabron! Take it easy. It's these fucking guns. What have we got here, Sarge? It's these fucking guns. POP MUSIC PLAYS MAN: John's downstairs. I'm collecting for Irish Relief. What are you talking about? Eddie. DOOR CLOSES Irish Relief? (LAUGHS) Billy Burke. Rory Devaney. Martin sent me. He's a good man, Martin. Aye. So, how do you like America, Rory Devaney? Fine. Land of the opportunist if you ask me. That it is. 14 years old, I was sleeping in a saloon. Today, I've got three of my own. Done well for yourself. I've done well with you lads too. Drink? Sit down. When can we take possession? Possession? These ain't egg rolls you just ordered. It was stingers jacked the Russians out of Afghanistan. It's gonna take some time. How much time? Six, eight weeks. Ah, fine. Can I put you up? No, no. I'm sorted out, thanks. Where are you staying? Across the river. Across the river? Aye. Where across the river? Brooklyn? Something like that. How do I get in touch with you? Ask for Sean. This is a Manhattan number. Aye. About the money. I think you and I... When we have our gear, you'll have your money. It's no problem. Cheers. Hey, Rory. Are you Belfast boys all born hard-asses or is that just something you grow into? TOM: Are you asleep, honey? Oh, you faker. Goodnight, Daddy. I'll give you the mummy tuck. Where's ducky? That's a sleepy duck. It's kinda funny seeing my sister getting all worked up about him. She thinks he's kinda cute. I mean he IS cute, but it's not like she'd have a chance. I mean, he's from Ireland. Get off the phone. Wait. How long have you been on the phone? Not that long. Who are you talking to? A friend. Three minutes. Five. Five more minutes. Please. You have to press, DIR, return. (GASPS) What did you just press? DIR. DIR. And then enter. That's Directory. To get the next file... And so what does CLS do? CLS... No, don't do it. Tom. We're out of milk. Mmm. I don't want to close it. CLS. Hey. Hi. I've got to go get some milk. Come on, take a little walk. I'll buy you a beer. Come on. It's just up the street a few blocks. It's very peaceful here, isn't it? Yeah. It's quiet. Mmm. Do you know all the people in these houses? Yeah, most of them. Like them? Ha ha. Well, we all get along pretty well. What's it like over there - the violence and everything? Oh, it's violent. People are fed up. Doesn't seem to be much point to it any more. (SNIFFS) Oh yeah. It all depends where you're looking from, right? Me, I try to keep my wee arse out of it. These houses, they're fantastic, aren't they? Yeah, they're pretty old. Some of them are from the turn of the century. Our new ones are older than that. (LAUGHS) JUKEBOX: # So I'd like to know where you got the notion... # Hey, Tony. Hey, O'Meara. How are you doing? Good. Oh, hey, Tony, say hello to Rory Devaney. Oh, another frigging Mick, uh? I'm an immigration agent. Put your green card on the table, now. Come on. He's trying to bust your balls. He runs a pet shop. He's prince of the poodles. Hey, those are fightin' words. You know what this is, don't you, Irish? (BANGS CUE ON TABLE) That's an Italian love muscle. Aye, that's why it's in your hand. Ooh-ooh. A wise guy, uh? Let's find out what you can do with one. You and the good sergeant, me and Joey. Italians versus Irish. (LAUGHS) Throw the milk in the cooler, Joey. (LAUGHS) All right! Uh-huh. Lovely. Thank you. Yes. JOEY: You're a wonderful man. Unbelievable, isn't he? A wonderful human being. (LAUGHS) Oh. Oh! Oh no! Oh. I don't know if I can shoot now. You're up, Goomba. Did you hear about the Irish guy tried to blow up a car? He burnt his lips on the tailpipe. LAUGHTER Scratch. Oh, that'll be mine. Oh, you're up, Irish. JAUNTY IRISH MUSIC Uh-huh! What is this? The luck of the Irish, you're really pushing it. Oh, oh. Oh no. Shit! No way! Let me check your green card again. JACKHAMMER POUNDS There you go. Thanks for the lift. You got some money? Aye. A clean hanky? (LAUGHS) I'll see youse for dinner. All right. WHIMSICAL IRISH TUNE Frankie, leave it out! Take that, you bastard! Right, you bastard! Come out and fight, you wee skinner. Take that! No surrender. MUSIC CONTINUES Hey. Hey! Burke called. Burke called. He wanted to talk to you. Everything's set up for next week. He's gonna need the money. One, two, three. Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip. DOORBELL RINGS Delivery for Mr Fitzsimmons. I can take that for you. Do you need me to sign for it? Ah, no. That's fine. 'VOICES OF SPRING' BY STRAUSS PLAYS OVER LOUDSPEAKER Whoa! Whoa! Isn't it lovely, the way they glide like that? With not a care in the world. FRANKIE: Aye. You're from Belfast? You don't know who I am? I'm Michael's sister. Michael Doherty's sister? Megan. Ah, Megan. Aye. How's your mother? Ah, you know, not so good since they killed Michael. Well, will I be off, then? Aye, best be getting on with it. All right. Watch yourself, Frankie. I will. You as well, love. It's best to. What I wouldn't have given for that when I was 13. WOOD CREAKS Rory. Mom said dinner's ready. That's a lovely dress you have on there. It's for Morgan's confirmation tomorrow. Are you married? No. Then will you marry me? I'll have to ask your da. BRIDGET: (POUNDS ON DOOR) God, Morgan, I need to take a shower! Wake up, lazybones. Sheila. Sheil... (GIGGLES) (GROWLS) (GIGGLES) I want to take a shower. Get out! It's my confirmation. I deserve to look good. You're not going to look any better anyway. You might as well just give up. Oh, Mom. Morgan just gave me the finger. Would you please tell her not to do that? Tell her to get out of the bathroom. SHEILA: What? Oh, no, Dad, that's... What is wrong... Oh my God, there's something seriously wrong with this family. CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS In the name of the Father, of the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen. ALL: Amen. You have already been baptised into Christ and now you will receive the power of his spirit and the sign of the cross on your forehead. You must be witnesses before all the world to his death, his suffering, his resurrection. Your life must at all times reflect the goodness of Christ. And now that you've come of age, I ask that you renew your baptismal vows. Do you renounce Satan? THOSE BEING CONFIRMED: I do. Do you renounce all his earthly works? I do. Do you renounce his empty promises? I do. Do you believe in the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting? I do. Amen. IRISH FOLK MUSIC Hi, Aunt Bertie. How are you? What? He said hello. Oh. Rory, this is my friend, Brooke. Hi. Nice to meet you. You looked lovely up there. Thanks. Stop it! BROOKE: You live in Ireland? Aye. I'll be back in a sec. OK, bye. Bye. You acted like such a dork! I did not. You made me feel like, well... IMITATES BROOKE: Are you from Ireland? No, uh-uh. No? Coming through. Hot plate here. It's Mom's lasagne. Hey, ah, is the corkscrew there? Thank you. You must be the faithful sidekick. I'm the thing that lives, like, beneath the stairs. USES IRISH ACCENT: Don't I look Irish? Hey, Eddie! How are you doing? I'm gonna have a pop. MAN: Tom! Hey, wait. Whoa-whoa-whoa. Come here. Come here. Rory, come here. CAMERA CLICKS I love these guys. LIVELY IRISH MUSIC Whoo-hoo! Telephone. Kitchen? Kitchen. Hello. MEGAN: Frankie. Martin's dead. They got him. We don't know how much they know. You could be next, Frankie. You can't go through with this. (BIRDS CHIRP) (KIDS GIGGLE) (BOTH GASP) (FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH) Ohh! Thank you, Mrs Thompson! * TOUR GUIDE. This way please, ladies and gentlemen. The cloisters is a series of monasteries that was transported here, stone by stone, from Romanesque and Gothic monasteries in the South of France. So, where's the judge? He's scared. He thinks if they're on to Martin they'll be on to him. He says to tell you he wants no part of it. And the money? He said to hold on to it, not to go through with the deal without some word from Belfast. So, is that it, then? Is it finished? By no means is it finished. I'll have to slip back into Belfast. Frankie, you can't show your face in Belfast now. I don't plan on showing my face. Listen, tell me who to see and what to say. I'll go. Just the two drinks, right. LAUGHTER Given the particular situation, we're gonna have to postpone. There's no problem. Don't worry about it. Make the payment now and I'll stockpile the stuff. I can't do that. The message is to sit tight until things get worked out back home. Hey, Billy! Hey, Mike, how are you? All right. Hi. I'll tell you, Rory, I'm sorry about Martin, but these aren't soda cans you asked me to get. These are no-deposit, no-return items and I am out of pocket for some very serious dollars. You are putting me in a very awkward position here. I'm sorry, Mr Burke. That's the way it has to be for now. If that's the way it has to be. That's the way it has to be. I have to fly to Dublin and go up to Belfast to visit my mummy. Then I tell them the three points that you might come in at. Aye, that's it, that's it. Lovely. Right. Now you have it. It's grand. Grand. BLUES MUSIC PLAYS But it isn't just a message, Frankie. I mean, like, do you ever, like... Do you ever feel guilty about it? Aye, of course there's guilt. Sleepless nights about... some things. No one's innocent in this situation. Everyone has their ghosts. Are you all right? Aye. You sure? SONG ON RADIO: # Somebody loan me a dime # I need to call on old times, used to be's # Somebody loan me a dime # I need to call on old times, used to be's # Little girl's been gone so long # You know it's worrying me # Hey, it's worrying, worrying me. # Oi, Paddy! CAMERA CLICKS Jeez, Sean! Beautiful. All you need now is a house, a couple of wee volunteers and a dog. Look at this! Wait till I get around. Yeah, yeah. Take the radio. Hey! TYRES SQUEAL 3-5 Sergeant. We've got a 10-32 GLA in progress. TYRES SQUEAL HORN BLARES Man! Oh shit! TYRES SQUEAL A gun, Eddie, gun. Police! Freeze! HORN HONKS Are you all right, Eddie? CRASHES Yeah, get the fucker. Hey, hey, stop! Stop, dammit! Toss it! Toss it, man! Don't make me shoot you! Asshole! INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CALLS GUNSHOT TWO GUNSHOTS MAN: What was that? Eddie! OK? Jesus. He was getting away. He's dead, man. Half his face is gone. What happened? He was getting away. Then he turned around with the gun. You shot him in the back, Eddie. Here's his gun. He tossed it around the corner. He shot at us, Tommy! He shot at us! Thanks, Ted. Yeah, Tom. I'll be in touch. Yeah. You did good, Tom. The Grand Jury's backed up? Yeah, two or three weeks. Have you talked to Sheila yet? No. Want a lift? Ah... EDDIE: Tommy. No, I'm OK. You're Diaz, huh? Yes, sir. That mutt, he took two shots at me. Is this your PBA rep? Yes, he is. Didn't he tell you, you don't have to make a statement for 48 hours? Yes, he did. Take his advice. Tommy. Yes, sir. Hey, Tommy. How did it go in there? Fine. What does that mean, fine? You shot him in the back, Eddie. He was running away. He didn't have a gun. He shot at us. We're in the police business, Eddie. Not the revenge business. Did you cover for me? TOM: I'm fine. I just stopped for a drink. And I didn't want to drive, so... He's here now, so maybe a half hour or something. Yeah, OK. Bye. JUKEBOX: # I hungered for your touch # A long, lonely time. # Are you all right, there, Tom? We had a shooting today, me and Eddie. Eddie killed a guy. Killed the bad guy? No, not that bad. I saw his sheet. A couple of punk things, but... Poor Eddie. Fuck. Pull over a minute. I think I'm gonna be sick. You OK, then? Just give me a minute here. God, you've got the Exorcist here. New York's finest. I'm sorry. Ah, it's all right. Can I ask you something? You ever shot anyone? No, I never shot anyone. I've fired my gun four times... on the street. Four times in 23 years. You pick up a gun, sooner or later someone gets a bullet. Yeah? Big boys' rules. (CLOSES CAR DOOR) What do you know about big boys' rules? Common knowledge, I suppose. You ever shoot anybody? GENTLE MUSIC When I was eight, some men came into my house, killed my da. Killed my da in front of us. Jesus. Let's go, please. Aye. GENTLE PIPE MUSIC I'm sorry about your dad. Did they get the fuckers? They ARE the fuckers. Don't look for happy endings, Tom. It's not an American story. It's an Irish one. MAN: Look around. As the Favourites come out, it begins. Working as the Dream team. Nice! Ah. The flirt. Classic! Cadbury Favourites. * What is it? Sheila, that Lopez guy didn't have a gun in his hand when he was shot. He tossed it. What?! It was nuts out there. Eddie didn't see him toss it. I had the gun in my hand when Eddie shot. It was a bad call. Well, you covered for him. I lied about how it went down. I thought it through, Sheila. I want to take my pension. Retire. 23 years and you never took a bribe. You never abused your power. You never treated anyone unfairly. I treated the dead guy unfair. He SHOT at you. He was stealing radios. He got shot in the back. You don't deserve to die for stealing radios. Tom, it's terrible that he died, but you're not the only cop on the force who's made a mistake. Besides, Eddie made the mistake. I lied! Don't you understand? There are some things I said I would never do. Once, Tom. You did it once. What about next time? I can't do the job this way. I'm done being a cop. But you love being a cop. I love you. I love the kids. I love what we've got. I DON'T love being a cop... any more. I never told you this... That I was the only Irish girl in Brooklyn who didn't want to marry a cop. GENTLE MUSIC I don't want to go back to work. The kids won't be home for two hours. Well, I'm... retired. Yeah. (LAUGHS) HEY! What? SHEILA: TOM! SHEILA: Tom! SHEILA! SHEILA: Officer needs help. We're at 87 Cornelia Avenue. Hurry, help us! Now! They're armed! AARGH! SHEILA: Officer needs help at 87 Cornelia Avenue. Now! (SCREAMS) TOM! SHEILA! GET OUT! GET OUT! (SHRIEKS) NO! RIFLE CLICKS Hey! HEY! Get off of him, man! Tom! You get up! Get up, now! DO IT! Easy, pal. Easy. SHUT UP! Get him up there against the wall! Up against that fuckin' wall! What do you need? You shut your mouth, man! SIRENS APPROACH When they get here, things are going to get a lot more complicated. Now nobody got hurt. Walk away now. Walk away now. DAMMIT! OK. Let's get out of here, man! Go! Now! Let 'em go! Sheila. You stay right where you are, man. Don't you fuckin' move, man! Don't you fuckin' move! Sheila. Sheila. (SCREAMS) Oh, Tom! No. Let them go. Let them go! I'm not going. CAR ROARS AWAY Jesus, Tom. They're leaving. Are you OK? Honey, it's OK. It's OK. Nobody got hurt. Oh God. Nobody got hurt. Are you all right? Aye. Jesus, man. Thanks. SAD, GENTLE IRISH MUSIC SIRENS APPROACH About 2.30, 2.40. 6ft 4 or so. The other one was medium. All white guys. Wearing masks? Yeah. ROCK MUSIC PLAYS DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES Just what do you think you're doing? AARGH! Get him out of here! You're a stupid man, Mr Burke. You're only seeing me standing between you and the money. But you're forgetting about the thousand other men standing behind me. That's a mistake. Are you with me, there, love? Hey, Rory. You might want to talk to Sean about this. Maybe I'll give him a call. You could give him a call if he was home. But he's not home. You want to see him? I know he wants to see you. My pearls are still there and the cash wallet. The TV, the VCR, the computer - nothing's missing. Call me when you get to your sister's, OK? Yeah. OK. You got a rain check. I owe you one. OK. I'll have the girls call you tonight. UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYS OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS (OPENS BOOT) SEAN MOANS TYRES SCREECH Go get the money and we can do the deal. There's a warehouse at 12th and Hudson. I'll be waiting, OK? And please don't fuck around. Or I'll kill your friend. Stupid man. ARRGH! (COUGHS AND GASPS) * (TAPS WITH HANDS AND FEET) (TAPS FOOT) Jesus. I'll explain when you get here. I need you, Eddie. OK. Who are you? Did you bring this into my house? Aye. Where'd you go when you left here? I went to make sure it wouldn't happen again. It was all lies, wasn't it? Everything you told us. Except for how I feel about you and your family. That wasn't a lie. I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. It just... Look, I'm in a bind. I've no time to explain. I'll just get my gear and clear out. What's the money for? I was thinking guns. I was thinking IRA. I need that money, Tom. Why? So other eight-year-olds can watch their fathers gunned down in front of them? If this money leaves here, more people will die. Can you tell me that won't happen? Let me ask you - what if... What if tonight everything you had was burned down around you? What if you and yours walked out on the street and you were spat on? Told you were nothing? You're no good?! What if it was one of yours cut down by a plastic bullet? One of yours you had to bury? Would you just sit back and say, 'Oh well'? 'Remember Annie, she was such a sweet one. 'God bless her.' And you try to make some kind of sense of it. You fuckin' try. You look around at all the people and you realise you're dealing with a government that's failed everyone. All sides. We're normal people in an abnormal situation, fighting a disgusting, ugly war that you can't understand 'cause you haven't lived it. I'm sorry it's gone badly between us. You're a good man. TYRES SCREECH But understand, I have to go. I'm also a cop, and I can't let you go. I'm going, Tom. FOOTSTEPS APPROACH EDDIE: Tommy? Come on, Diaz, cuff him. (FASTENS CUFFS) You drive. ENGINE STARTS DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS HORNS BLARE MAN: What's the matter?! WOMAN: What's going on up there?! Come on! DIAZ: Jesus. Look at this! It's this trash thing. Sir, I'm a police officer. You'll have to move this vehicle. TENSE MUSIC Officer, I can't do it. You have to move the truck. Listen, YOU move it! DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS THUMPING Move, move, move, move! DON'T! PEOPLE SCREAM SIRENS WAIL OK, what animal is this? A bear. What kind of noise does a bear make? PHONE RINGS Rarr! Hello? And what kind of animal is this? A owl. That's right. And what kind of noise does an owl make? Whoo! Whoo! That's right. And when do owls come out? In the night-time. Megan. Something terrible's happened. Tommy. Some people are here to see you. FBI. This is Sergeant Thomas O'Meara. Sergeant. I'm Evan Stanley. This is Art Fisher. New York Field Office, FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your association with Frankie Maguire. Who's Frankie Maguire? Francis Austin Maguire, aka Frankie the Angel. Born July 27 1964, Belfast, Northern Ireland. From December 1985, he was a unit commander - the Falls Road Active Service Unit, Belfast Brigade, Provisional Irish Republican Army. Wanted for the crime of murder - 13 British soldiers, 11 police officers. One thing I'm not clear about, exactly what is your relationship to this terrorist, Sergeant O'Meara? Who are you? Harry Sloan, Sergeant. British Intelligence. You are Irish? So is Cardinal O'Connor. I have been tracking these murderous bastards for nearly two years. He's the last of them. A month ago, we were informed that he had surfaced in New York. I have been given the authority by both my government and yours to use any means necessary to bring closure to this issue. If you want to talk to me again... you read me my rights. Tom. I want you to cooperate with these people. Don't piss your career away over this. They're not going to bring him in. They're going to kill him. * CLOCK TICKS CLOCK TICKS CLOCK TICKS (COCKS GUN) SECOND PERSON COCKS GUN Money for missiles. Where's Sean? I have to see him. What do you think? You're gonna fuck with me? You bog Irish hick! Fuck with ME?! VOICE ECHOES I think not. You're on your own here, laddie. You know it. I know it. And I guarantee you, Sean knows it. Get him. SQUISHY THUD Give us the money. (YELLS) You're a stupid man, Mr Burke. GUNSHOT Sweet dreams. Frankie! My mind's been racing 100 miles an hour since I heard. I've got a plan. My sister and her husband live in San Francisco. We'll get you on the train there tonight. There's no sorting me out. There is. I killed a cop. That's why you've got to go there. I leave tonight. Going where? Back home. Frankie, are you mad? We've got enough fucking murders. We don't need another. I'm gonna ram that boat straight up their arse. I need you to tell them I'm coming. I'm not saying you have to give it up. All I'm saying is lie low until everything quietens down. Frankie, stay alive. You're no use to anyone if you're dead. Sean is dead. Oh, Christ. I leave tonight. DOORBELL RINGS CONVERSATION AND QUIET PIANO Yes? Is the boss in? He's otherwise occupied right now. It's police business. MAN: I almost invited him over for dinner. Tom! How are you? Not so good. Tom, I had no idea. I called you as soon as I got the news. I was at the hospital with Eddie. I'm so sorry about Eddie. Tom, I sponsor dozens of these kids. I should have checked his background further. Maybe I'm stupid, but I just can't put it together. What's it for? The money. What's all that fucking money for? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm racking my brain and the only thing I can think of is guns. Like the one my wife had jammed in her face. You know there were guys with ski masks and guns in my house? Did you know that? Tom, why don't you go home? Get some rest. I'm sorry, Peter. I'm... Yeah, well, um... I'm tired. The sooner they lock him up... Do me one more favour? Tell me... where is he? I don't know. Where is he? I'll put your head right through this fucking wall. Hey! Hey! Stop! Hey! I just want to talk to you! Come here! TENSE MUSIC PLAYS Open the door! Goddamn! I just want to talk to you. Where is he? He's not here. DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS Don't you touch him! Leave him alone! OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS Rory! Keep away from me, Tom. DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE What's your name? Megan Doherty. He's away, Megan. I'm Tom O'Meara. Rory's been staying with us. Did he tell you? I understand why he's doing what he's doing. If I had to endure what he's endured... If I was eight years old and saw my father gunned down in front of my family, I'd be carrying a gun too. And I wouldn't be wearing a badge. I'm not gonna lie to you, Megan. I'm here to bring him in. He killed a cop. FBI is after him. The guys he was doing business with here are after him. There's an SAS agent who has tracked down and killed every other member of his unit. He doesn't have to die. If you want to see him again, you gotta help me find him. I promise you I'll do everything I can to bring him in alive. (SOBS) DOWNSTAIRS DOOR OPENS Mr O'Meara! * SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS ENGINE STARTS SEAGULLS CRY ENGINE REVS ENGINE STOPS Hold it! Let me see your hands. I gotta bring you in, son. I'm not going back, Tom. The killing's gotta stop, Frankie. Then you'll have to kill to stop it. It gets a bit complicated, doesn't it? Nobody has to get killed. Go home to your family, Tom. Don't move! I'm not going back. GRIM MUSIC PLAYS Ugh! I told you. I warned you. Did I tell you my da was a fisherman? SAD MUSIC PLAYS Yeah. He loved the rocking of the sea. He said there's no more peaceful way of going to sleep. You're a good man, Tom. Hang on, Rory. I'll get you to shore. Hang on, kid. I told you... it's not an American story. It's an Irish one. (GROANS) SAD IRISH MUSIC PLAYS We never had a choice. You and I. SAD MUSIC SWELLS IRISH TIN WHISTLE PLAYS MELANCHOLY REFRAIN MELISSA ETHERIDGE SINGS: # Take off my shield # Carry my sword # I won't need it any more # Find me a sky # And give me my wings # Frozen and broken # But free # And tell them I'm all right # I'm coming home # Tell them I'm all right # I am alone # This war is over # I'm coming home # Take off my shame # Bury it low # I won't need it any more # Find me the sun # And give me it whole # Melt all the chains in my soul # And tell them I'm all right # I'm coming home # Tell them I'm all right # I am alone # This war is over # I'm coming home... # Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1997 Australian Caption Centre www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018 # Take off my pain # Carry me slow # I won't fight here any more. #