this is the only Vermeer in private hands.
It would probably fetch in excess of 20 million pounds on the open market.
Sir Alfred Beit has recently announced his intention...
of gifting it to the National Museum of Ireland.
If you'd like to follow me, please.
How would anyone get the kind of money that would buy all this?
I don't know.
This Alfred Beit has a hole in South Africa full of diamonds.
Pays blackies about 2 pound a week to dig them out for him.
I seen it on the telly.
He has them x-rayed on the way out in case they swallow one.
What's she writin'?
It's got to be a love letter.
It's a shoppin' list. She's sending her woman out for a package of corn flakes.
5 pounds each.
It's robbery.
Look at the knockers on that one.
See this?
Twenty million.
Twenty million for that bollix?
I can't see it.
Ah, it's class, Gary.
You wouldn't know anything about that.
I'll tell you what is class, though.
The freakin' security system.
Armed police here in ten.
I've got it worked out.
Now, that's a good picture there.
See?
See the way the eyes follow you around the room. Look.
That's a nice chandelier, isn't it?
All cars, proceed fo Russborough House.
- Emergency alarms friggered. - They're on their way.
We'll have a cup of tea.
There's sugar in that.
No sugar in that.
Come on, lads.
Check around the back.
Check out the grounds there.
Look for any signs of forced entry.
You see anything out there?
Check all the windows.
We need more men on the grounds.
- It's all right over here. - She's clear down this way.
- No, there's no sign of anything. - They can find nothin' taken.
Okay, sfand down. False alarm.
They're callin' it a false alarm.
- All clear, Sarge. - Out of here.
Let's go. Come on.
All right. Slow down.
Here. Hang on.
Back up a bit. Come on.
You wrecked the front of that car.
What's your problem? They're not our cars, are they?
All right. Shut up. Get the paintings out.
Let's go. Put those there.
Okay. Now, the rest of you, away you go. Good luck, Gary.
Why?
Because if you don't know where they are, if they go missin'...
you won't get blamed.
- Who'd you say did that one? - Reubens.
Where is it?
Are you sure you're going to be able to find it again?
I've this one well marked.
Havert I been up here breakin' me back diggin' it out?
Well, we didn't find any of that fine silver you buried up here.
They won't notice the paintings are missin' till the mornin'.
- This is my alibi. You go on home. - Right.
What do you want this time, Cahill?
I'm makin' a complaint. Police brutality.
- I want to see Inspector Kenny. - He won't be here till mornin'.
- I'll wait. - All night?
- Yeah. - You pull another stroke?
- Garda, I need a lift home. - Ah, Paddy.
- I'm not fit to drive. - You're not fit to live, boy.
- Get out and leave me alone. - Don't talk to me like that.
It's been a long night. I'll slap the head off you. Get out.
- mornin' sir. - Quiet night, Mick?
Just himself.
Did you sleep well, Martin?
I can sleep at night, you know?
I have to take my hat off to ya, do I?
You're the General, is it?
Up there amongst the famous criminals in the record book.
What? What do you mean?
Now you're an art connoisseur as well.
Do you think there's buyers out there for that kind of stuff?
If anyone does come after it, you'll never know if it's a sting or not.
- And maybe that'll be the end of you. - Hang on. What did I do?
I been here all night. I want to make a complaint.
Police harassment.
You're not welcome.
I hear O'Connor had to close down.
A hundred people lost their jobs...
ordinary, decent skins, because of you.
Man of the people.
They can go on the dole, like I have to.
Robin Hood, is it? You scumbag.
I've been asking for a team to keep you under 24-hour surveillance.
They wouldn't give me the funds. Now, with this, they will.
We'll be all over you. You won't take a leak without us knowing about it.
And now it's 7:45.
You got your alibi, if that's what you came for.
I know what stroke it is you're here to pull.
Get out.
Excuse me. How do you feel about the police following you all the time?
There's no police following me. I never see them.
Now, seriously, I don't notice them.
- No interest in the police. - Do you deny you're Martin Cahill...
crime boss known as the General?
- There must be another Martin Cahill. - Then who do you think the General is?
Some army officer.
Then why have the police circulated notices about Martin Cahill...
known as the General, wanted for armed robbery?
I think I do know. There's an Inspector Ned Kenny.
He's always trying fo blacken me. We made a complainf againsf him.
You look great on the telly, love.
My God, is that set adjusted right? Makes me look fat.
You're not fat. Just cuddly.
Can't see your face, though.
I was covering up, wasn't I?
The hand over the face... why is this?
Well, Defective Ned Kenny said he was gonna put someone somewhere...
to identify me for somethin' I didn't do.
So I've had to do this in public places ever since.
Why are you on the dole?
I didn't know Gary was in it.
Desperate, isn't it?
- You're awful. - Good, isn't it?
Well, what's this about?
Have to take care of them paintings.
How can we? Them crawlin' all over us. My nerves are shot to bits.
Ignore them. They can't keep it up.
They've 90 men following us. We'll shake them off anyway.
- How are you, Mrs. Harney? - What? In this?
Hey, Cahill. Which sister did you screw last night?
- Both? - Yours.
Three hundred miles up.
We've been drivin'...
We've been drivin' for about six, seven hours.
Wort be long now.
How are ya, lads?
Fuckin' getting fed up with these sandwiches.
What's in them?
You know, banana, peanut butter and jam... Elvis sandwiches.
He used to like them pan fried though.
- Do you want one? - No. Seen that sheep before. Look.
Does she know you?
Stalking ya, is she?
Barbara.
What's he doin'?
He's got a spare can of fuel.
- We're nearly out. - Bollix.
- What are we gonna do? - Call control.
They've run out.
Ready? Come on. Back up.
Sorry, lads.
We'd give you a lift, but we're not goin' anywhere near Harcourt Street.
How long do you think we got?
About 20 minutes at least before they can get another car up here.
Right.
Somebody's whipped the painting.
I wonder what fellow would do that.
That's mildew, Martin.
Ah, so it is.
Ah, there she is. Still at the old writir.
Right.
- Yeah. - Come on.
Stupid bleedin'...
Easy, all right?
Probably wasn't that expensive, that one.
I didn't like that picture. Did you see what was on it?
I know.
What were you up to tonight, Cahill?
That was a clever old stunt you pulled there all right, Martin.
Chalk that one up. But, by God, when you fall, you will fall heavy.
You're a great sportsman, Higgins.
Aren't you the golf champion?
wasn't it you who fought for that private golf course for the Garda?
No crooks allowed, just crooked cops.
Well, you'll have no problem gettin' a hole in one in future.
You bastard!
Lousy bastard!
You rotten, conniving, lousy bastard!
There will be a new level of public cynicism...
when if becomes known that the notorious Martin Cahill has acquired...
an 80,000 pound house...
as well as a Corporation flat while every week drawing the dole.
Martin, they're every five minutes now. We have to go.
Yeah, you're right.
Unless it is that neither property is large enough on its own...
to hang his collection of painting.
- I'll just get the bag, right? - Perhaps he needs the fwo houses...
so that he can gaze at his ease...
at his collection of 17th century Dutch Masters.
He can't accuse me of that. There's no evidence.
He can, Martin. They can say what they like in the Dail and get away with it.
Is that right? Why don't I get elected?
I'd get the criminal vote. Fifty percent of the country.
You can't. You've got a criminal record.
- How do you know all this? - School.
- You'd know if you'd ever gone. - Martin, come on. Let's go.
There was a general welcome when the Minister for Social Welfare announced...
Martin Cahill's unemployment assistance was being suspended...
pending an investigation info his financial situation.
- What? - Come here.
Mary Harney urged the Revenue commissioners to get involved.
She reminded the Dail that Al Capone was jailed for tax evasion.
Let's go. You all right?
Another little thief comin' into the world, Martin?
- How many little rats is that? - Get off!
That's a pregnant woman!
Did you see your man O'Malley comin' up here all the way from the country...
givin' out about us, huh?
With a head on him, from stab city?
They went and got television.
- Was that all right, Martin? - Well done, Nick. You better scarper.
Every whore in the land wants to bother me. Follow me.
- Hold on tight. - What?
- Bloody hell. - Jesus.
Martin. Bloody hell. Are you all right, Tina?
You prick.
You seen that, didn't you? I want compensation, right?
I have a woman givin' birth, and these boorheads are bleedin' harassing me!
She nearly gave birth in the road.
Whiplash... me neck is splattered.
Right. Holles Street, maternity ward.
- Put the siren on there, will ya? - Cahill, you filthy crook.
Garda, what is going on here?
What is this?
- Garda, come back here. - All right, Gary?
Look, we can't pull no strokes with them watchin', Martin.
- They're tryin' to starve us out. - Treat it as a game.
Don't let them get to ya. Go on in.
- Here ya go. - Look.
Ain't she gorgeous? That she is.
- Thanks. How are you? Great. - What are you gonna call her?
Charlotte.
- Isn't she lovely? - Who's the mother, Martin?
- Beautiful. - Isn't she gorgeous?
You'll frighten her.
The heat's because of the paintings.
Why don't we just take the 50 grand reward?
Maybe they'll let us go back to normal.
Gridlock. Look.
- I had an offer. - Is it kosher?
Let's find out.
Right, boys.
Here's the story.
There he is. I'm off.
That can't be him. There he is now.
Go on, follow him. That one, after him. Go on.
Hey, there's another two.
- Which is which? - I don't bloody know, do I?
Come in, Tango Three. Tango One is outside 95 Anders Road. Over.
- All right? - Get on.
Oh. Yeah. All right. Go.
Them paintings have brought us bad luck, Martin. We should get rid of them.
- I've had another offer. - From who?
- The Ulster Volunteer Force. - Oh, my, don't mess with them lads.
- Why not? - They're loyalist, paramilitary...
butchering, murderin' sorts, that's why.
I don't give a fig about them, or the IRA.
Anyway, it's the only genuine offer I got.
All right, Johno?
See ya, all right? Follow him.
The boys are back with a warrant.
Better make them a cup of tea.
What?
This isn't my house. Belongs to me sister-in-law.
She lets us stay here sometimes, you know?
You have made other quite substantial acquisitions...
that we would like to talk to you about, Mr. Cahill.
- What? - An expensive motorbike, for instance.
Ah, that was just a good day at the races.
Would you excuse me a minute? I've got a bowel problem.
It's probably nerves, seeing you and all. Thanks.
- More tea? - No, thanks.
Do they pay you extra for home visits?
We do get mileage allowance, yeah.
- How much a mile? - 75p a mile.
You must make a profit on that.
And, of course, you pay tax on it if you do, I'm sure.
I was sittin' on the toilet there and it came to me.
Now, the whole of Ireland's in crisis.
You know, with tax evasion, drugs, vandalism.
I put it down to a lack of respect for politicians...
civil servants, people like that, you know?
That's not your car, I hope.
There, now. You see? That's exactly what I'm talkin' about. Bloody vandals.
Oh, Martin Cahill, you're mental!
What's the matter with you? Martin!
- No. Stay. - Is he all right?
- I hope so. - They're all out to get me.
I never should have bought this house.
You don't own things, they own you.
- No, stay. You'll be all right. - Just relax.
- We're not free like we were. - Tommy, run down and get the doctor.
- You'll be all right, Martin. - Quick!
What's wrong, Dad?
Yeah. You'll be all right.
You'll learn how much insulin you need, night and morning...
depending on how active you intend to be.
Diabetes is controllable...
if you're sensible.
- He'll be fine. - Thanks, Doctor.
And I was the one that didn't stick needles in himself, huh?
You beat the whole world, your own body turns against you.
- It's a bollix. - And no more cream cakes.
Noel's here.
Come in.
How you keepin', Martin?
Never better.
I want you to ride shotgun for me when I meet these UVF fellows.
I can't.
- Are you nicked? - No.
I confessed to the post office job.
I have to get away from the strain of it.
To go inside for a few months, you know?
Peace, recuperation.
I've lost me appetite for crime.
Noel.
You're all desertin' me.
Shea and Jimmy were caught last night.
They got careless.
They're up in court next week.
Better take these.
They're the keys to the garage.
Was there somethin' else?
They shot Willie last night.
He was doin' a stroke.
Just a supermarket.
He snuck out late.
Thought he'd slip the surveillance.
All he was lookin' for was food for his young ones.
If the supermarket had been open he'd have paid with his own money.
They shot him dead on the way out.
The Gardas have more guns than us, Martin.
It's becoming decidedly hazardous for us to ply our trade.
There's no one left.
There's plenty of young fellows. They worship you. They'd die for you.
They're not Hollyfield.
The only ones I trust are Hollyfield.
There's Gary.
Yeah, right.
There's Gary.
We had a good crack, didn't we, as kids?
We're not freakin' Italians.
Ah, Maeve. Jesus, the size of you.
I suppose you hate people sayin' that to you. Do you?
Get them out of here, will you?
Yeah, right.
Martin, come on in.
To bed. Come on.
Quiet them down, will ya?
She minding them on her own since the missus died?
It won't do her no harm. The granny comes in during the day.
Have you still got surveillance, Gary?
They gave up on me.
That a paintin', Martin?
Have you still got that fold-away piece?
Yeah, under the floorboards.
- Get it, will you? - Why?
Is this it?
If you don't mind me saying, Martin, I don't like it.
Are you a Republican, Cahill?
Criminal. What are you?
Loyalists.
Oh, I'm into loyalty. Loyalty to what?
- The Queen. - Ah, great.
I identify with her.
Her ancestors tortured and murdered...
and grabbed every bleedin' thing they could.
And she doesn't pay any taxes. She's my hero.
Ah, you're very sure of yourself.
Got cover, you know?
Is that it?
I'm displaying my wares.
"Bank van Ma..." South African, is it?
It's where our weapons are coming from. Your money's there...
once they authenticate the picture.
I trust you.
Why would you do that, Cahill?
Because if you let me down...
I'll tell the Queen on you.
Tango One just crept out from under a stone.
You stupid thug.
You're creepy and you're crawly, Cahill, you slimey slug.
Get up, Cahill, you filthy knacker.
Da. Is that you, Da?
There he is, Tommy.
What are you doin' out, Dad?
It was a nice night, son.
Had a notion I might sleep outside.
It's bloody freezin'.
You mind your language. This is a respectable neighborhood.
Worse bleedin' luck!
Are you out of your mind?
- It's a game. - A game?
Thanks, son.
Gonna get some evidence, Da.
Turn the radio on, Martin.
This is the first of the Beit paintings to be recovered.
Three members of the terrorist group the Ulster Volunteer Force...
were arrested in possession of the painting in a sting operation...
What are you doin'?
Come on, son.
Gonna finish feedin' them pigeons.
You're killin' yourself with your pride.
We've got you now, Cahill.
I didn't think even you could sink so low.
Your own crowd will lynch you when they hear...
you've been dealing with the Protestant subversives.
Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride in the wide open country that I love
- Traitor! - Dont fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
You bum.
- Don't fence me in - Ya traitor!
- What's the problem? - Them coppers followed you?
I didn't have time to slip them, you're that desperate. What is it?
What's the matter?
- I can't tell you with them watching. - Calm down for a second.
- I can't. - I can tell you what's bothering him.
He's been charged.
Rapin' and assaultin' his 14-year-old daughter.
- They're tryin to break us, Martin. - That's who you're holding, you poof.
Run, run, run!
Although Ulysses describes every inch of Dublin...
Joyce himself fled to Paris...
escaping what he called "the daily spite of this unmannered city."
To the right is the home of...
- You done it, didn't you? - Look, Martin...
if I'd done that, I'd sooner kill myself.
It was after that night with the Proddys.
Me nerves was in pieces. I got dead drunk.
I forgot me wife was dead. I thought it was her.
I don't know what I've done to Maeve.
You're a pervert.
Criminals don't molest kids. Leave that to the priests, will you?
Look, Martin. You've got to help me.
The Garda will beat the living lights out of me.
You know what they're like with perverts.
Get away from me.
I don't know what I'm going to say, Martin.
I'd be in that much of a state.
Mrs. Duggan.
Save your breath to cool your porridge, Martin Cahill.
I condemn him for what he done, Mrs. Duggan.
As God is my judge, I curse him. May he die roarin' for a priest.
But don't turn that girl into a tout.
You're from Hollyfield. We'll settle this ourselves.
Hollyfield people don't go to the cops. It'd betray everything we stand for.
What? What do you stand for?
Thievin' and killin' and scarin' people to death.
Well, we don't live in Hollyfield now, thanks be to God.
Think about what you're sayin', Mrs. Duggan.
You don't scare me.
I lost me daughter, and I seen this happen to me granddaughter.
Go on and kill me. Geez, you'd be doin' me a favor.
Hand washed.
We've a washer-dryer now.
Here's me offer.
I'll buy her a little house.
I'll give her 20 grand to help her along.
She'll be under my protection.
And her uncles can give Gary a hammerin'.
Hi, Maeve.
Just come over to give you a hand, you know?
Sorry for your troubles.
Your narll tell you about me offer.
Think about it, will you? I know you don't want to be a tout.
Are you a worm, Cahill? Why don't you use your front door?
Stay away from Mrs. Duggan, or we'll get you on perverting the course of justice.
You could get 10 years for that.
We don't have to follow you anymore. Your own kind are reporting on you.
Get off my wall. You're trespassin'.
It's a party wall, and Mrs. Harney here is having a party.
She's invited us in.
Get those cops out of your place, Mrs. Harney, or I'll burn them out.
I'm warnin' ya. If you want to live next door to me...
if you want to stay alive, toss those whores out.
That's it, Cahill. We're takin' you in.
I like you, Martin.
God knows why, but there's nothin' I can do for you here.
Look at your situation.
Gary will talk, I guarantee.
Those three UVF fellas, we'll make them a deal to testify against you.
The IRA are not going to be too happy about you helping Loyalists buy weapons.
Higgins is a child molester. Where's me lawyer?
The muck is up to your neck and rising.
Is it time to use other means, Martin?
You know my method.
I'll have him, Pat. That's it.
Right, sir.
Bye-bye, Higgins Bye-bye, son
Bye-bye, Higgins Here comes another one
How's your pigeons, Martin?
Listen to me, Martin.
You're in a deep, deep hole.
I'm gonna put you away.
I'm gonna stitch you up for your own good.
Kenny's gonna frame me. He's gonna plant something on me.
- Listen to me. - Kenny the stitcher.
Can't you sense it, Martin?
It's all around.
Can't you feel it? There's a bullet comin'.
Kenny's a murderer! He's gonna shoot me! Get me out!
Listen! Why can't you just listen?
No, please!
Not any more! Please, don't.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, don't hit me.
See, your problem is...
that you're doin' stuff to me that'd bother you.
But I'm not like you.
Water off a duck's back.
But I'll tell you what.
You're gettin' to be like me.
Trespass, harassment, intimidation...
beatin' people up.
You've had to come down to my level.
That's right, Martin.
You brought me down with you. I'm in the gutter as well.
You used to be a straight cop...
a good culshie boy from Kerry.
Always did what the priest told him, knew right from wrong.
Now look at you.
The Church let you down, did it?
Nobody believes in nothin' anymore...
except me.
Would it suit you, Martin...
if it was my bullet?
Sergeant Patrick Higgins, sir...
attached to Rathmines Garda station.
Sergeant, can you identify the accused...
despite the silly disguise?
Yes, sir. It's Martin Cahill.
And do you give an undertaking to desist from threatening your neighbor?
I do.
And will you tell Inspector Kenny to stop threatening me?
You're bound over to keep the peace.
Here he comes.
Take off that mask.
Come on, Martin. Show yourself.
Ha! Show myself? I'll bleedin' show myself.
He's makin' a right heel of you!
Just give me another month, sir. He's cracking.
Cracking? Is he?
It's tomorrow, Martin. She's gonna testify.
I think I lost 'em.
I seen your photograph in the paper, Martin.
Tomorrow's the day, Martin.
She's determined to testify.
You were done by that parish priest when you were an altar boy, weren't you?
Yeah. He done all us lads.
That's gonna be your defense.
You say it screwed up your sex life.
Something like that.
Jesus. I wouldn't like to grass on him.
He was a nice young fella.
It didn't hurt too much. He enjoyed it.
- What? - And he let us drink the altar wine.
Are you all right, Martin?
If we can just get it adjourned for two or three months...
it'll give her time to change her mind.
We've tried every avenue.
We'll stage a break-in.
Rough the place up.
Why?
I'll give you a flesh wound.
That'll do it.
- You think so? - They'll have to delay it.
They'll have to. What do you think?
- Good, isn't it? - Yeah, Martin. It's good.
Mind if I have a drink to dull the pain?
Martin. That was my favorite mug!
Put your leg up there, will you, Gary?
Martin, did you have to smash my flippin' kneecap?
Sorry, Gary.
Me aim has all gone to pots since I got this "diabollix."
Still, it'll look more genuine.
Give us a couple of minutes before you call the ambulance and the law.
Thanks, Martin.
Good luck.
What is it?
- What's wrong? - Do your insulin.
Come on, what's wrong?
It was on the radio. They found the paintings.
They couldn't have.
Only myself and Noel knew where they were.
It's Noel.
He touted on me.
That's why he went inside. He knew I'd find and kill him.
- He's a traitor. - No, it was an accident.
- Everybody's rattin' on me. - No, they're not.
There was a fire in the garage next door and the fire brigade had to open it up.
- It was just bad luck. - Do you believe that?
- They put that out to protect Noel. - Noel wouldn't.
Where's Tina? I seen her talking to a copper yesterday.
- I wasn't, Martin. - You were. I seen ya.
He was only asking me how the baby was.
- Yeah, that's how it starts. - What are you on about?
Can I trust nobody now?
Ah, he's one of the best.
But he has to go to work now fairly soon.
Orla, come here.
Come in.
Havert I told you not to play with the neighbor's kids?
Don't worry, Da. They won't play with us.
Why don't we go out tonight?
Just you and me and Tina, hm?
Go to a restaurant or somethin'?
Show them they're not gettin' to us.
Go on. Feed your pigeons.
- How's it hanging there, Martin? - Any of them left alive?
Any chance of a bit of pigeon stew there, Martin, huh?
That's a queer hairy looking pigeon you've got there.
It's all right.
Penzance.
Stop.
I want you to smile. Do you hear me?
We have to go out there in a minute. They're gonna be watchin'.
Better smile. You hear me?
Right.
What's black and brown and looks good on a solicitor?
A rottweiler.
A bleedin' rottweiler.
That's a good one now.
I was told that they were two mighty good ferrets.
- Oh, this is lovely, isn't it? - Mmm, that's nice.
Ah, gorgeous. I'm stuffed.
Look at this.
Ah, Martin, your favorite.
Them days are gone forever.
Remember when you stole me a cream cake?
What was I, ten?
I loved you then.
I love you still.
Good times.
Where was I?
Probably changin' your nappy.
Us against them. That's what you said.
Still is.
Martin, come here.
Look. They're gone.
You've beaten them. They're gone.
See ya.