How was your day ? Ah, 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 you are.
There.
[ father ] okay.
Bless us, o Lord, for these, thy gifts,
Which of thy bounty we are about to receive.
[ screaming ]
Oh, no. No. Oh, God !
[ moaning ] oh, God. Oh, God !
[ announcer ] last night, a masked gunman broke into a house...
In a remote coastal area...
And shot to death, in front of his family,
A man believed to be a republican sympathizer.
This is the latest in the new outbreak of killings...
Following the breakdown of peace talks between unionists and nationalists.
% 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 sent my sign %
% God be with you all %
% sent my sign %
% God be with you I am %
% God be with you all %
Here's your target, gentlemen: Frankie Maguire.
He has been responsible for the deaths of 11 regular army lads,
Seven R.U.C. Officers...
And uncounted numbers of loyalist paras.
This bastard has never seen the inside of a cell.
I'd like to change that.
[ chattering ]
[ boy shouting ]
Hey, come over here. Just come over here. Run.
[ distant bells ringing ]
[ boys grunting ]
Run, Drake.
This is it, lads.
Mind how you go.
[ chattering ]
[ car horn honks ]
Stand by.
Pass the ball !
Jesus. Come on. Duck in here.
[ machine-gun fire ]
[ bystanders screaming, yelling ]
All units, move ! Move it !
[ gunfire continues ]
- [ tires screeching ] - [ man screaming ]
[ woman ] hurry up !
[ yelling ]
- Seanie ! - I'm all right !
Jesus Christ, half the fuckin' army's out there.
- [ brakes squealing ] - [ yelling ]
Jesus, Frankie !
[ gunfire ]
[ Sean ] keep your heads down !
- [ grunts ] - Seanie !
[ gunfire continues ]
[ gasping ]
I'm fucked, Frankie.
Frankie, come on ! Let's get out of here ! We gotta move it now !
Go on.
- We have to go now, Frankie ! Come on ! - Go !
[ helicopter blades whirring ]
[ sirens wailing ]
[ sirens continue ]
[ whirring continues ]
[ sirens continue ]
Desmond,
Where's Frankie Maguire ?
Up your fuckin' arse.
[ gunshot ]
[ announcer ] yesterday, in what the army said was a routine security operation,
Soldiers, in a house-to-house pursuit of an I.R.A. Gunman,
Found themselves in a firefight which resulted...
In unexpected casualties.
While the I.R.A. Denounced the attack as an unlawful and murderous operation,
The army put full responsibility on the I.R.A....
And said it had no choice but to respond to the latest outbursts of violence.
Although both sides said that this only made the search for peace more urgent,
Authorities say the casualties sustained cast further doubts on the future...
On any peace initiatives.
Frankie ?
It's Martin.
- For fuck's sake, Frankie. - Ah, yeah. You had me shakin' there.
How're you doing ?
[ sighs ] grand.
- You hungry, son ? - Mm, mm. Cheers.
A present from the lads. They send their best.
[ sighs ] aye, good to see you.
Aye, you're lookin' well.
- Fuck you, you cunt. - [ chuckles ]
There was a big turnout for Dessie's funeral.
Ah. Which was good.
Aye.
The cabinet was talkin' peace.
The whole time the sea’s. Were waitin' to wipe us out.
It was a setup, all right.
One of our own ? We still don't know who.
I was gonna get you a paper, but there didn't seem much point.
Northern Ireland office spoutin' the same old shite.
I guess they say the word "peace," but at the end of the day,
All they want is surrender.
[ helicopter blades whirring ]
[ whirring continues ]
[ exhales ]
Those fuckin' things.
[ whirring fades ]
If we could take them out, they'd have to listen.
I've been working on that.
[ Martin ] stinger missiles.
Maybe then they'll talk peace.
But it's gonna need you, Frankie.
[ woman over P.A., people chattering ]
[ airplane engines roaring ]
So you're a judge, are you ? State court.
I don't know too many judges. Eh, socially speakin'.
[ judge ] you want to know the biggest problem trying to raise money in this country ?
People don't understand what's going on over there.
Well, we're all the same, Mr. Fitzsimmons.
If you're not confused, you don't know what's goin' on.
[ distant siren wailing ]
Ah, that's it, isn't it ?
It's fantastic.
[ dog barking in distance ]
[ Fitzsimons ] 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 wants to know where you work.
I told them you're a friend of the family 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 ! Okay, okay, honey.
Right there.
Mr. O’Meara ? Tom.
Hi. Come on in. That's Annie.
Hi, Annie.
How was your trip ? It was good.
A long one, isn't it ? Aye.
Uh, come on in. This is Morgie.
% [ headphones ] Morgan. Morgan !
[ knocking ] hey, honey.
Say hi to Rory.
Sheila's in here. Come say hello.
Sheila, Rory's here. Yeah.
Oh. Hi. Welcome. I'm the mother.
- Nice to meet you. - Thanks.
Where's Bridget ? Where do you think ? She's on the phone. Ah.
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.
[ Sheila ] Bridget, come on. Get off the phone !
Bed's over here.
There's a bit of a bath, shower here.
You gotta jiggle this thing. Sometimes it runs on.
How are you fixed for work ? Did fits find something ?
Aye, I start in a couple of days. Good. TV is over here.
Aye. What are you doing ?
A building site. Aye. Construction, huh ?
Good, good. Well, if there's anything you need, just--
Oh, no, no. It's great. It's very decent of youse to put me up like this.
Ah, 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.
[ sighs ]
[ chattering, silverware clanging ]
[ chattering continues ]
[ whispers ] for fuck's sake.
[ sighs ]
[ 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. [ giggling ]
Ah, good. Sure. Pass the vegetables.
- May I serve you ? - Aye.
Say when. Have some meat with your vegetables.
The meat looks delicious. What is it ?
It's-- it-it's...
Corned beef and cabbage.
I thought that's all you ate over there.
Uh, no, I've never had it.
- You got this over there, don't you ? - Aye, we do have that.
In fact, I was baptized in it.
Have some cabbage. You were baptized in beer ?
[ O’Meara ] it's a joke, honey.
[ Sheila ] one carrot. Have some vegetables.
[ Bridget ] Morgan, mom put a lot of effort into this meal.
[ Morgan ] why do you pick on me ?
[ Sheila ] can you pass it down ?
Can you pass the mustard ? Girls !
- What part of Ireland are you from ? - From cooks town.
Where's that ? Is that near Belfast ?
It's in the middle of the north. It's on the, um, shore of the lough neagh.
Do you have a girlfriend in Ireland ?
[ O’Meara ] come on, guys. No.
That's kind of a personal question.
Leave the guy alone. Give him a break. He just got here.
- You know, Bridget has a boyfriend. - Morgan.
I'm sure she does. Will you guys knock it off, please ?
Well, Rory, welcome to America. Thanks.
Sector David, 27-46, 13:30, meal.
Diaz, you're with me again today, 14:30.
Everybody else, same post and meal as yesterday.
This is getting ridiculous. Everybody's laughing at me. [ O’Meara ] why ?
I'm supposed to drive the car. Sarge, remember I asked, just one day ?
You're supposed to sit back and ride next to me like a gentleman.
Your stripes entitle you to that. Absolutely.
Now the guy who rides with a sergeant is a chauffeur. Yeah.
And that's me. Yeah.
So, when are you gonna let me do my job ? When am I gonna drive ?
I don't know. Tomorrow.
You've been saying that for three years.
[ seagulls calling ]
Goldilocks, you wouldn't have the right time, would you ? Give it up.
You're too tall. That's my sister, you bastard.
Oh, Frankie. Ah, it's Rory now, you punk.
Ah, Rory, Frankie, whatever.
What's that ? It's a high five. You're in the U.S. Of a.
Ah, for fuck's sake, look at the state of ya, ya beggar's blaze.
It's called style. Uh-huh. And who says ?
Calvin Klein. A circus clown, more like.
Ah, look at that one. Sorry.
It wasn't my fault. He did it. I didn't.
Look at the two of us. A couple of fenian bastards. I know. Isn't it ?
% [ humming "theme from Rocky" ]
[ Rory ] ah ! Come on. Whoop.
Ah. Oh, fuck off.
Oh, fuck. Jesus Christ, mind the car, will ya ? I just had it waxed.
That's yours ? Aye, she's a beaut, isn't she ?
Ah, bollocks. Honest to God. Bought and nearly paid for.
Aah !
Fuck, I left the door open.
Now, Frankie, are we gonna go through with this ?
Aye.
[ car horn honking, sirens wailing ]
Three, five, post seven central.
I got a foot pursuit northbound.
Towards 207. Male, black.
Hey, sarge !
The car is blocked. Central, three, five sergeant.
205 and post.
Heading westbound, towards the park.
Three, five sergeant with a portable north on ten.
Stop ! Stop !
207 central. Towards the park. Male, black.
Hey, move !
Damn !
[ car horns honking ]
Northbound central. crossing Broadway. I need a 10-95.
[ stammering ] wait !
No !
Three, five sergeant. They're north through the park.
[ woman over walkie-talkie ] that's a copy, three, five sergeant.
10-32 in progress, requesting backup.
Hey !
You're gonna be sorry. Drop it !
[ yelling ]
[ Diaz ] don't lose him. I'm on him, I'm on him.
Jesus Christ !
Stop !
Hey ! Goddamn it. Come here.
Put your hands up. Let me see your hands.
This is my collar. It's my collar, sarge.
[ O’Meara ] I got it. Take it easy.
Don't you know not to run away from the police ?
Yes, sir. What, are you crazy ? You'll get shot that way.
What do you got here ?
He racked this out of the tenth avenue bodega.
I witnessed him put it in his pocket.
[ panting ]
You witnessed that ? Yeah.
[ O’Meara ] he witnessed this.
How old are you, son ?
Twenty-two, sir. Fifteen, sir.
Stand him up.
That's old enough to know not to run away from the police, isn't it ?
Yes, sir. What's your story ?
[ panting ] well--
I was too embarrassed to bring the condoms to the cash register.
[ panting continues ]
Turn him around.
Stand still.
Turn around. Give me your hand.
Thanks a lot. I will never do this again.
Take a hike.
[ Diaz ] sarge, why don't you-- why don't you cuff the rookie ?
[ Sean ] here it is. The Irish republican navy.
[ Rory ] aye.
What do you think ?
[ grunting ] whoa.
The pitch is off.
Do we have to pull it ? Aye.
Give us a half a knot.
Ah, for fuck's sake. What is it ?
She's pissin' antifreeze. I knew it.
Pull it.
We got the prop work, the pitch and all that,
The caulking, the pipes on that keel cooler,
The transducer, the pintle bearing, the bilge pump,
Repacking the gland, timing the engine out,
The sea chest and a dozen 55-gallon drums of fuel.
Why don't we just fed ex the damn gear home and be done with it ?
I mean, the two of us crossing the Atlantic ocean with a hold full of missiles...
Just so as they can shoot our arses off as soon as we get over there.
That's crazy.
[ chuckles ] aye, it's fuckin' mad.
[ horns honking ]
[ Diaz ] three years from now, I'm gonna have my pension, and you know what I'm gonna do ?
What you gonna do ? I'm gonna raise potbellied pigs.
Potbellied pigs ? Yeah.
Last night, I was watching television and saw this guy.
The son of a bitch is making a fortune in new jersey, you know.
Pigs ? Yeah, so I'm gonna get some.
% [ salsa ] hi, girls.
What about the bakery ? Last week it was gonna be a bakery.
You know how early you gotta get up in the morning to bake bread ?
[ dispatcher ] we have a 10-52 at 42 west 135th street.
Female caller states husband is getting violent. [ siren wailing ]
[ chattering ] [ knocking ]
Police !
La policia. Abra, por favor.
Police ! Open the door.
[ yelling in Spanish ] hi.
- Did mommy call the police ? - Yes.
- [ yelling continues ] - mommy !
[ yelling in Spanish ]
Esta es Una puta. Esta desgracia.
Calmate, calmate. Why don't you put that gun down ?
- No, que no me vana. - Bolla suave.
- No ! - Vamos a hablar con Ella.
Come on. No. No.
Yo le hablo a Ella. No tu. Yo.
Vamos a hablar. Vamos a hablar. Ven. Vamos a hablar.
Come on. Vamos a hablar. No.
Vamos a hablar con Ella. Ven. Yo quiero hablar con Ella.
Vamos. Vamos a hablar. Esta es Una puta. Ya no merece nada.
[ gunshots ] [ screaming ]
[ O’Meara ] watch it.
[ yelling in Spanish ]
[ O’Meara ] just take it easy. It's these fucking guns.
What have you got here, sarge ?
It's these fucking guns.
% [ rock 'n' roll ] [ people chattering ]
% [ continues ]
The John's downstairs. I'm here to collect for Irish relief.
I don't know what you're talkin' about. Teddy.
Irish relief ? [ chuckles ]
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.
Fourteen years old, I was sweeping the back of a saloon.
Today, I got three of my own among other things.
You've done well for yourself.
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 that jacked the Russians out of Afghanistan. It's gonna take some time.
- Ah, how much time ? - Six, eight weeks.
Yeah, fine.
Can I put you up ?
- No. I'm sorted out, thanks. - Where you stayin' ?
Across the River. Aye. Across the River ?
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.
Rory, listen, about the money--
I think that you and I ought to come to-- we have our gear.
You'll have your money. It's no problem.
Cheers.
[ door opens ] hey, Rory.
Are you Belfast boys all born such hard-ons,
Or is that just something you grow into ?
[ O’Meara ] you asleep, honey ?
- Oh, you faker. - I'm not tired.
Let me give you the mummy tuck.
Where's ducky ?
It's a sleepy ducky.
It's kind of funny to see my sister getting all worked up about him.
I guess she thinks he's kind of cute. He is cute.
You know, it's not like she'd have a Chance.
I mean, you know, he's from Ireland. Get off the phone.
Wait. Oh. Hold on a sec.
- How long have you been on ? - Not that long. We're talking about homework.
- Who you talking to ? - Fran.
Three minutes. Five. Five more minutes, please ?
You have to press d-I-r, return. There. [ gasps ]
What did you just press ? D-I-r.
Then "enter." if you want the next file, just press "s."
And so what does c-l-s do ? C-l-s.
No, don't do it. Don't. Tom--
We're out of milk.
[ man on TV talking ] [ groans ]
Close it ? I don't wanna close it. Don't pull it off.
Hey.
Hi.
I'm gonna go get some milk.
Come on. Take a little walk. I'll buy you a beer.
Yeah. Come on. Just up the street.
It's very peaceful here, isn't it ? [ O’Meara ] yeah.
It's quiet. Mm-hmm.
Do you know all the people in these houses ? Yeah, most of 'em.
You like 'em ? [ chuckles ]
Well, we all get along pretty well.
What's it like over there, with the violence, I mean ?
Oh, it's violent. People are fed up.
Doesn't seem to be much point to it anymore.
Oh, yeah. It all depends where you're lookin' from.
Me, I just 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. [ chuckling ]
% so I'd like to know where you got the notion % hey, Tony.
Hey, O’Meara, how ya doin' ? Good.
Hey, Tony, say hello to Rory Devaney.
Oh, another friggin' mick, huh ?
I'm an immigration agent. Stick your green card on the table now.
Come on. He's trying to bust your balls.
He runs the pet shop down the street. Prince of the poodles.
Hey, hey, those are fightin' words.
You know what this is, don't you, Irish ?
[ tapping stick ] that's an Italian love-muscle.
Aye, that's why it's in your hand. Ooh, a wise guy, huh ?
Well, let's find out what you can do with one of these.
You and the good sergeant, me and Joey.
Italians versus Irish.
[ chuckling ] yeah.
Throw the milk in the cooler, Joey.
All right.
[ O’Meara ] uh-huh.
Lovely. Thank you.
Yes.
- You're a wonderful man. - Unbelievable, isn't it ?
You are a wonderful human being. [ chuckles ]
[ yells ]
[ Tony ] I don't know if I can shoot now.
[ O’Meara ] you up, goombah.
Hey, Rory, did you hear about the Irish guy that tried to blow up a car ?
Burned his lips on the tailpipe.
[ men laughing ]
- [ O’Meara ] scratch. - [ moans ]
Oh, would that be mine ? [ Tony ] ah, you're up, Irish.
[ chattering ]
[ Tony ] the luck of the Irish. You really pushed him.
- Shit. - [ laughing ]
- Ooh. All right. - [ Tony ] let me check your green card again.
[ chattering ]
Keep going, keep going. [ jackhammer pounding ]
[ chattering, pounding continue ]
There you go. Thanks for the lift.
You got some money ? Clean hanky ? Aye.
I'll see youse for dinner.
All right.
[ chattering, yelling ]
Coming down ! [ brakes squealing ]
Frankie, leave it, eh ? Take that, ya fenian bastard.
Frankie, you bastard.
Come on and fight, you wee skinner. I'll get ya.
[ chuckling ]
No surrender !
Hey ! Hey ! Burke called.
He wants to talk to you.
Everything's set for next week. He's gonna need the money.
One, two, three.
Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip. [ doorbell rings ]
[ boy ] I changed the scissors.
- Delivery for Mr. Fitzsimmons. - I can take that for you.
Do you need me to sign for it ?
Uh, no, that's fine.
% [ "voices of spring" ] [ people murmuring ]
% [ continues ]
Isn't it lovely, the way they glide like that,
With not a care in the world ?
Aye. You're from Belfast ?
You don't know who I am ?
I'm Michael's sister.
Michael Doherty’s sister ?
Megan. Ah, Megan.
How's your mother ?
You know, not so good since they killed Michael.
- Well, will I be off then ? - Aye. Best be gettin' on with it.
All right. Watch yourself, Frankie. I will.
Youse as well, love. Best to you.
What I wouldn't have given for that when I was 13.
[ wood rattling ]
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 ? Ah, no.
Then will you marry me ?
I'll have to ask your da.
[ Bridget ] Morgan, what are you doing in there ? I need to take a shower.
- Wake up, lazy bones. - Sheila !
Sheila ! Sheil-- will you get out ? What are you doing in there ?
[ growling ] [ giggling ]
Get out ! But it's my confirmation. I deserve to look good.
Oh, my God. You're not gonna look any better anyway.
[ grunts ] so you might as well just give up.
[ grunts ] oh, mom, Morgan just gave me the finger !
Would you please tell her not to do that ?
Tell her to get out. She only listens to you. What ?
% [ whistling ] oh, no, dad, that's--
No, that's not-- what is wro-- oh, my God.
There's something seriously wrong with this family.
% [ organ ]
In the name of the father, of the son...
And the holy spirit, amen.
[ congregation ] amen.
You have already been baptized 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 ? - [ confirmands ] 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 ]
Hiya, birdie. What ? He said hello.
[ chattering ]
Rory, this is my friend Brooke.
Hi. Nice to meet you. You looked lovely up there. Thanks.
He's staying in the basement for a while. Stop it !
[ Brooke ] you lived in Ireland ?
I'll be back in a sec.
Okay. Bye. Bye.
You acted like such a dork. Did not.
You made me do it. You're like, um--
Um, are you from Ireland ?
[ Rory ] is the Easter bunny pink ?
No. Uh-uh. He's green. No ?
%
Comin' through. Hot plate here.
It's mom's lasagna.
Hey, uh, is the corkscrew there ? Aye.
Thank you. You must be the faithful sidekick.
I'm the thing that lives right beneath the stairs. [ chuckles ]
Don't I look Irish to you ?
Hey, Eddie ! How're you doing ? When did you get here ?
I'm gonna have a pop. Do you want a pop ? Tom !
What ? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Come here. Come here.
Rory, come here.
[ camera whirring ] ah, I love these guys.
%
[ cheering ]
% [ continues ]
[ clapping, yelling ]
[ chattering ]
Telephone. In the 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.
[ woman ] 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 to death.
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.
[ distant bells ringing ]
So, is that it then ? Is it finished ?
By no means is it finished.
[ sighs ] I 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.
[ murmuring ] [ woman ] just the two drinks, right ?
[ laughter ]
Given the particular situation, we're gonna have to postpone.
That's no problem. Don't worry about it.
You can make the payment now, and I'll stockpile the stuff for you.
Ah, I can't do that.
The message is to sit tight till things get worked out back home.
Hey, Billy !
Hey, Mike, how are ya ? All right, hey.
I'll tell you, Rory. I'm sorry about Martin,
But these are not soda cans you asked me to get for you.
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.
[ sighs ] well, if that's the way it has to be.
That's the way it has to be.
% I have to fly to Dublin. Aye.
And go up to Belfast to visit my mummy.
Then I, um-- I tell them the three points that you might come in at.
Aye. That's it. That's lovely.
Right. Right. Now you have it. See ?
Grand. Grand.
% [ continues ]
But it isn't just a message, Frankie.
I mean, like--
Do you ever, like--
Do you ever feel guilt about it ?
Aye. Of course, there's guilt.
Sleepless nights about... Some things.
No one's innocent in this situation.
Everyone has their ghost.
Are you all right ?
Aye. Yeah ? You sure ?
% [ continues ]
% somebody loves me, baby %
% I need to come up and %
% see you %
% somebody loves me then %
% I need to become %
% old times it used to be %
% but, look I've been gone so long %
% you know it worries me %
% hey, it's worrying me %
Hoy ! Paddy ! Jeez, Sean.
[ chuckling ] beautiful.
All you need now is a house, a couple of wee volunteers...
And a dog.
Look at this bullshit.
Wait 'til I get around. Take the radio. Hey. Yeah, yeah.
[ tires screeching ]
Central, three, five sergeant. We got a 10-32 g-l-a in progress.
[ distant car horn honking ]
[ honking ]
Man. Shit.
- Gun, Eddie ! Gun ! - [ robber ] fuck !
- Police ! Freeze ! - Shit !
[ car horn honking ] you all right, Eddie ?
Yeah, get the fucker !
Hey, hey ! Stop ! Stop, damn it !
[ gasping ]
Toss it ! Toss it, man !
Don't make me shoot you !
Asshole !
[ dispatcher over walkie-talkie ]
[ gunshots ] [ gasps ]
[ man #1 ] whoa, what was that ? Eddie !
[ man #2 ] he's shot, man !
Okay ?
Oh, Jesus.
He was getting away.
He's dead, man. Half his face is gone.
[ panting ] what happened ?
[ panting ] he was getting away.
Then he turned around with the gun in the hand.
You shot him in the back. Here's his gun.
He tossed it around the corner.
He shot at us, Tommy.
He shot at us.
[ murmuring ]
Thanks, Ted. Okay, Tom. I'll be in touch.
You did good, Tom.
The grand jury is kind of backed up, I guess ? Yeah, two, three weeks.
Have you talked to Sheila ? I'm gonna wait till I get home.
Want a lift ? Uh-- [ Diaz ] Tommy.
No, I'm okay.
You Diaz, hmm ?
Yes, sir. That mutt, you know.
He took-- he took two shots at me.
This, uh, your P.B.A. Rep ?
Yes, he is.
Didn't he tell you that 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 ?
% oh % [ O’Meara ] I'm fine. I'm fine.
Just stopped, had a couple of drinks, and I didn't wanna drive.
% my love %
Okay. He's here now. So maybe half hour or something.
Okay. Okay. All right. Bye. [ change clanging ]
% I hunger for your touch % [ pool balls clacking ]
% a long %
% lonely time %
You all right there, Tom ?
They were shooting today at me and Eddie.
Eddie killed the guy.
Killed the bad Guy ? Not that bad.
I saw his sheet.
A couple of punk things, but--
[ sighs ]
Poor Eddie.
Fuck !
Pull over, man.
I'm gonna be sick.
[ retching, spitting ]
[ panting ]
You okay then ?
Just gimme a minute here.
God, I got the exorcist here.
New York's finest.
Sorry. That's-- that's all right.
Can I ask you somethin' ?
You ever shot anyone ?
No, I never shot anyone. [ sighs ]
I 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 door ] yeah, what do you know about big boys' rules ?
Common knowledge, I suppose.
You ever shoot anybody ?
When I was eight, some men came into my house.
Killed my da.
Killed my da in front of us.
[ exhales ]
Jesus.
Let's go, please.
Aye.
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.
[ people chattering ]
What is it ?
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 when Eddie shot him.
It was a bad call.
Well, you covered for him.
I lied about how it went down.
I thought it through, Sheil.
I'm gonna take my pension. Retire.
It's 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 get killed for stealing a radio.
Tom, it's terrible that he died, but you're not the only cop on the force who's made a mistake.
[ whispering ] besides, you didn't make the mistake; Eddie did.
[ whispering ] 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 got.
I don't love being a cop... Anymore.
I never told you this.
That I was the only Irish girl in Brooklyn who didn't want to marry a cop.
I don't wanna go back to work.
The kids won't be home for two hours.
Well, hell, I'm retired.
Yeah.
Mmm.
[ chuckles ]
Hey ! What ?
[ man growls ]
Tom !
[ groans ] [ gasps ] Tom !
Sheil, dial !
[ Sheil ] officer needs help. We're at 87 Cornelia Avenue.
[ both straining, panting ]
Now ! They're armed !
[ loud groan ]
[ window shattering ]
87 Cornelia avenue. Now !
- Come on ! Come on ! - [ screaming ]
- Tom ! - Sheila !
[ banging ] Sheila, get out !
[ screaming ] no ! No ! [ groans ]
[ gasps ]
[ groans ]
- [ rifle cocks ] - 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 ! Get him up against that fuckin' wall !
Take it easy. What do you need ?
You shut your mouth, man ! [ siren wailing in distance ]
They get here, things are gonna get a lot more complicated.
Now, nobody got hurt. Walk away now. Walk away now.
Damn it ! [ gasps ]
[ sirens getting louder ] okay.
Let's get outta here, man ! Go, now ! Let him go !
- Sheila. - You stay right where you are, man.
Don't you fuckin' move, man ! Don't you fuckin' move !
- [ panting ] - Sheila.
Sheila.
[ whimpers ]
[ gasps ] oh, Tom ! [ panting ]
[ car engine starts ] no, Tom. Let 'em go !
I'm not going. I'm not going. Jesus, Tom.
[ driving away ] they're leaving.
Are you okay ? Honey, it's okay.
It's okay. Nobody got hurt. Nobody got hurt.
I'm sorry. Are you all right ?
Aye.
Jesus, man, thanks.
[ siren wailing ]
About 230, 240. Six-four or so.
The other one was medium. All white guys.
Wearing masks ? Yeah.
% [ rock 'n' roll ] [ people chattering ]
[ door opens ]
[ door closes ]
Just what do you think you're doin' ?
[ screaming ]
Get him outta here !
[ man groaning ]
You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke.
You're only seein' me standing between you and the money.
But you're forgettin' about the thousand other men standin' behind me.
That's a mistake.
Are you with me there, love ?
Hey, Rory...
You might wanna talk to Sean about this.
Well, maybe I'll give him a call.
You could give him a call if he was home,
But he's not home.
You wanna 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, okay ?
Yeah, okay.
You got a rain check.
[ chuckles ]
I owe you one.
Okay.
I'll have the girls call you tonight.
[ clicks light on ]
[ groaning ]
[ groans ]
Go get the money and we can do the deal. There's a warehouse at 12th and Hudson.
I'll be waiting, okay ?
And please don't fuck around, or I'll kill your friend.
You stupid man.
[ loud groan ]
[ gasping ]
[ coughing ]
[ banging wall ]
[ tapping, hollow sound ]
Jesus !
I'll explain when you get here.
I need you, Eddie.
[ whispers ] okay. [ hangs up receiver ]
[ O’Meara ] who are you ?
Did you bring this into my house ?
[ whispers ] aye.
Where did 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-- [ sighs ]
Look, I'm in a bind. I don't have time to explain. I'll get my gear and clear out.
What's the money for ?
I was thinking guns. I was thinking I.R.A.
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 were spat on ?
Told you were nothin'. You're no good.
What if it was one of yours cut down by a plastic bullet ?
One of yours you had to bury ?
Or would you just sit back and say,
"oh, well" ?
"remember Annie ? She was such a sweet one.
God bless her."
You just try to make some kind of sense of it. You fuckin' try.
You look around at all the people and you realize...
You're dealin' with a government that's failed... Everyone.
All sides.
We are normal people in an abnormal situation,
Fightin' a disgustin', 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.
But understand... I have to go.
I'm also a cop,
And I can't let you go.
I'm goin', Tom.
[ footsteps approaching ]
Tommy ?
Come on, Eddie.
Cuff him.
[ cuffs locking ]
So--
You drive.
[ engine starts ]
[ horns honking ]
[ woman ] what's goin' on up there ? Come on !
[ honking continues ]
Jesus. Look at this.
It's this trash thing.
I'm a police officer. I'm gonna have to ask you to move this vehicle.
[ honking continues ]
Officer, I can't do it. You're gonna have to move the truck.
We got a guy in-- you move it !
[ banging ] move, move, move, move, move !
Don't !
[ people gasping ]
[ siren wailing loudly ]
What kind of animal is this ?
A bear. What kind of noise does a bear make ?
[ phone ringing ] raah ! [ giggles ]
And what kind of animal is this ?
Uh, owl. That's right. And what kind of noise does an owl make ?
Hooo ! Hooo !
That's right. And when do owls come out ?
In the nighttime. Megan.
Something terrible's happened.
[ door opens ]
[ sighs ]
Tommy.
There's some people here to see you.
F.B.I.
This is sergeant Thomas O’Meara.
Sergeant, I'm Evan Stanley. This is art fisher. New York field office, F.B.I.
We'd like to ask you a few questions about your association with Frankie Maguire ?
Who's Frankie Maguire ?
[ Stanley ] Francis Austin Maguire.
A.K.A., 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.
Thirteen British soldiers,
Eleven 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 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.
You want to talk to me again, [ sighs ]
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 gonna bring him in.
They're gonna kill him.
[ footsteps ]
[ watch ticking ]
[ cocks rifle ]
The money, the missiles.
Where's Sean ?
I have to see him.
[ chuckles ] what do you think ?
You gonna fuck with me, you bog-Irish hick ? Fuck with me ?
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.
[ head bounces ]
Give us the money.
[ screams ]
[ panting lightly ]
You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke.
Sweet dreams.
Frankie !
My mind's been racing a hundred Miles an hour since I heard. I've got a plan.
You know my sister, Geraldine, and her husband Joe McDonough ? They're livin' in San Francisco.
We'll get you on the train tonight, and they'll sort you out.
There's no sortin' me out. There is !
- I killed a cop. - I know. That's why you've gotta go there.
- I leave tonight. - Goin' where ?
- Back home. - Frankie, are you mad ?
We've got enough fuckin' murders in our lives. We don't need another one.
I'm gonna take that boat and ram it straight up their arse. I need you to tell 'em I'm comin'.
I'm not sayin' you have to give it up.
All I'm sayin' is to lay low for a while until the whole thing quietens down.
If you wanna fight, you have to stay alive. You're no use if you're dead.
Seanie's dead.
Oh, Christ.
I leave tonight.
[ doorbell ringing ]
% [ jazz ]
Yes ? Is the boss in ?
I'm afraid he's occupied. It's police business.
[ people chattering ]
[ Fitzsimons ] 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.
I sponsor dozens of these kids. I should have checked his background more carefully.
Maybe I'm stupid, but I just can't put it together.
What's it for ? The money.
[ whispering ] what's all that fuckin' money for ?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm rackin' my brain.
And the only thing I can think of... Is guns.
[ people gasping ]
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 will go home.
I am tired.
As soon as I lock him up.
But do me one more favor.
Tell me...
Where is he ?
I don't know.
[ head bangs wall ] where is he ?
I'll put your head right through this fuckin' wall.
Hey ! Hey !
[ panting ] stop ! Hey ! I just wanna talk to you !
Come here !
Open the door.
[ shakes knob ] goddamn it. I just wanna talk to you !
[ sighs ] where is he ?
[ panting ]
He's not here.
[ banging ]
[ panting continues ]
Don't you touch him ! Leave him alone !
[ grunts, groans ]
- Rory ! - Keep away from me, Tom.
[ panting ]
What's your name ?
Megan Doherty.
There's a way, Megan.
I'm Tom O’Meara.
Rory's been staying with us.
Did he tell you ?
I understand why he's doin' what he's doin'.
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 carryin' a gun too.
But I wouldn't be wearin' a badge.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Megan. I'm here to bring him in.
He killed a cop.
The F.B.I.'s after him.
The guys he was doin' business with here are after him.
There's an S.A.S. Agent...
Who has tracked down and killed every other member of his unit.
He doesn't have to die.
But if you wanna see him again, you gotta help me find him.
I promise you,
I'll do everything I can to bring him in alive.
[ crying ]
[ door opens ]
Mr. O’Meara !
[ dock rumbling ]
[ boat engine starts ]
[ seagulls calling ]
[ stops engine ]
[ cocks gun ] hold it !
- [ gasps ] - let me see your hands.
Gotta bring you in, son.
- I'm not goin' back, Tom. - The killing's got to stop.
Then you'll have to kill to stop 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 goin' back !
[ panting ]
[ hull creaking ]
[ groans ]
[ grunts, panting ]
[ panting continues ]
I told ya. I warned ya.
[ gasping ]
[ exhales ]
[ whispering ] did I tell you my da was a fisherman ?
Yeah.
[ grunts ]
He loved the rockin' of the sea.
He said there was no more peaceful way of going to sleep.
You're a good man.
Hang on, Rory.
I'll get you to shore.
[ coughs ] hang on, kid.
I told ya.
It's not an American story.
It's an Irish one.
[ groans ]
[ exhales ]
We never had a choice...
You and I.
[ sniffling ]
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%
% take off my shield %
% carry my sword %
% I won't need it %
% anymore %
% find me a Sky %
% and give me my wings %
% frozen and broken %
% but free %
% and tell them I'm a-a-all right %
% I'm comin' home %
% tell them I'm a-a-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 %
% anymore %
% find me the sun %
% and give me it whole %
% melt all the chains %
% in my soul %
% and tell them I'm a-a-all right %
% I'm comin' home %
% tell them I'm a-a-all right %
% I am alone %
% this war is over %
% I'm coming home %
% take off my pain %
% carry me slow %
% I won't fight here %
% anymore %
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