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Should we
move over here?

Yeah, sure.

Here they come.

Let's go now, boys.

No.

I think.

Oh, fuckin' kids.

Stop botherin' him, Patrick.

Oh, that's all we need.

Hey!

Why would you
do somethin' like that?

Pick that up!

Apologise to your brother.

This is not the day for this.

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

We're late as it is.

Fuckin' come on!

Well, just leave it!

Fuckin' move it!

Get in the car!

- Fuckin' drive!
- Go, go, go!

Jesus!
Slow the fuck down!

You're a devious
old shite, Finbar.

What, Vinny?

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

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

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

The wind, I can't hear.

Aye, sure.

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

I'll take it very thick.

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

Are you going whinge
about fairness all day

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

Plug your hole.

Come on with ya.

Sinful old bastard.

Thank you.

Robbin' me blind, you whore.

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

and ponderin' human reason
with Gulliver

and the little folk?

I finished Gulliver's Travels.

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

Yes, I know nothin' of him.

Agatha Christie's more
of my cup of tea.

Where are we goin'?

Well, a bit of
official business.

Mrs. Bailey come up
to me and said

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

Oh.

Now you can see what
real work entails.

God, that's a bit of a mess.

Maroon.

Burgundy.

Burgundy?

Yeah, burgundy.

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

- Or drunk.
- Aye.

Probably thick in the head.

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

Aye, should nail them
by tea time though.

How do you do?

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

Rita,

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

if he saw this place.

Well, it's best to have a hobby.

Oh, this'll brighten up a home.

For the table settin'.

Which you would know
if you'd ever accepted

my invitation to dinner.

How's Brandon holdin' up?

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

So with a fine,
young woman like yourself,

he's gonna wanna hang around.

The explosion
left six dead,

including three children.

The IRA is believed to
be behind the bombing,

though they have yet to
claim responsibility.

Anyone with information
about the attack

is encouraged to come forward.

All right, quietin' down.

I can't say enough about
this next person.

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

Man of many talents,

and in fact,
with a little encouragement,

perhaps he'd treat us
here tonight.

Bart McGinnis, will you
honour us with a song?

Oh, no, all you kind folk

wanna hear an old fella sing?

Should me own flesh and kin
wear earmuffs?

♪ I wish I was ♪

♪ In Carrickfergus ♪

♪ Only for nights
in Ballygrand ♪

♪ I would swim over ♪

♪ The deepest ocean ♪

♪ For my love to find ♪

All right, out you come.

Can you not just shoot me here

and save us both this exercise?

Keep walkin', right to the left.

Here'll be fine.

Two steps to your right.

Start diggin'.

Where are we?

If I'm going to spend
eternity here,

be nice to know where I am.

Donegal.

You're in Donegal.

The other end of the country.

The forgotten county.

Seems fitting.

And this is how you
earn a living?

She's deep enough.
Out you get.

On your knees.

Jesus.

All these trees.

You've been busy.

On your knees.

Hands behind the old head there.

You have one minute.

Say what you will,
plead if you want.

Makes no odds.

No pleading necessary.

I knew this day was coming.

Mind you, it took longer
than I thought.

It was a lifetime ago.

I had a fierce temper as a lad.

Did my share of killing.

I knew that there was,

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

But one day, I decided
that whatever was left

of my withering soul
shouldn't be wasted,

so somehow I...

I blew that black cloud away.

Became part of the community.

Did what I could
for those around me.

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

In some windswept buggy patch.

Try and do some good
before you find yourself here.

You've only so much time.

♪ Ah, but my days
are numbered ♪

♪ Come all you young men ♪

♪ And lay me down ♪

♪ Many a tear have to fall ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do ♪

So, any hiccups
then, Kev?

No, nothin'.

Are you queer, Robert?

Your music suggests
you're queer.

You slow, Kev?

Hm?

Your boots suggest you're slow.

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

That's a brilliant
Moody Blues '45.

I'm gonna borrow this one.

♪ And your future's
looking thin ♪

Indulgence draws the weak
to an early grave.

Who's that, Yeats?

It's me mother.

Who's that?

Only me, Mrs. McQue.

Oh, Finbar, how are ya?

Robbie said you were comin' in,

so I've made your favourite
scones for ya.

Ooh, cherry, huh?

Raisin.
I thought it was raisin.

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

You know me better than
I know myself.

I thought so.

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

You've never
not taken them.

Oh, good fuckin' mornin',
ya beauts.

Those hot?

Hey, hey, hey, honours.

There he is, the fastest hand
in the west.

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

- Kids nowadays.
- Oh, God.

How are you?

Oh, yourself?

- Right.
- Oh, new addition?

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

Some Mexican fella painted it.

Quite in vogue in America
apparently.

And worth a lot more
than I was owed.

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

Oh, I keep an eye out.

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

Give it to him.

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

Been thinkin'
quite a bit lately.

Been a lifetime
of poor choices of me,

and Robert, ever since
Margaret died, ya know?

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

I'd like folks to see it.

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

This is all you know.

I could plant a garden.

- A garden?
- Aye.

So, you're just gonna jilt me?

Gonna leave me
with that gone bean?

Thanks.

Are you gonna miss me?

Aye, like a hole in the head.

It's seeds you want?

Aye Pat, seeds.

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

No, not before.

You sure then? Seeds?

Christ, have you got any or not?

All right.

I have, uh...

broad beans, cabbage,
some with carrots,

and there's reck
other stuff there, too.

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

- Mm.
- Bit of popple,

maybe some goldenrod,

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

Goldenrod is weed, Finbar.

Huh, didn't know that.

Might need a teacher, so.

Is it okay?

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

the food or the company.

Was your wife a good cook?

Margaret, was it?

Yeah.

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

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

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

Margaret...
always experimenting.

She pegged this brick.

This was a long time ago.

Put apples and nuts
into the mix.

Wee bit of cinnamon
thrown in there.

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

Jesus, no, it was awful.

It's like I said,

I never tasted the like of it,

and thankfully,
I never did again.

Was this in Dublin?

Aye, sure.

Past the bookshop
where she worked every day.

Walkin' to the factory,
you know?

God, she loved those books.

Got me hooked.

I wish I could've met her.

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

Same as yourself.

- I'll just be
a wee minute.
- Mm.

How's Moya?

If you hook a rod be careful

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

Here.

Come on, use that.

There you go. Good girl.

What are you hopin' to catch,
a goldfish?

Take 'em home, call him Goldie?

A fish wouldn't care for ya.

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

that don't care for you.

Fair enough.

I was told to get
a fish for dinner.

You're on.

Let some line out,
let some line out.

Oh, no.

Moya, it's okay.

Moya!

Hey, Pat.

How do, Sinead?

Finbar.

Surprised to see you
on a busy night like this.

- Catherine.
- Finbar.

He's grumpy tonight.

That old bastard?
Never in your life.

Aye, and this is
my one night out.

A pint of plain for
the grumpy bollocks, Sinead,

and a Babycham
for his long-suffering wife.

I'll have a wee
Black Bush, please.

Flashin' the cash, eh?

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

As long as I keep winnin'
money off you,

I'll do just fine.

Any luck catchin' your
Evel Knievel boy?

Ah, not a bit of it.

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

But I'll get him.

I'm sure you will.

How lovely.

A water, please.

Fine fiddlin' there, son.

Thank you, my friend.

That's an old tune.

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

You say that here,
old as the hills?

We'd call it a jig.

Of course.

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

Long ago, an Irish man

came to my village playing
the most beautiful song

I had ever heard.

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

Do you not miss it, home?

I do not miss the fighting.

I do not miss the blood.

Sinead, I saw your Moya

out by the bridge
fishin' for dinner.

Sounds like my wean,
all right.

She's her own woman.

We're like ships
passin' in the night.

Me workin' here all the hours
go it seems.

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

What's that?

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

What?

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

Right, well,
thanks for the heads up.

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

Mind yourself!

Whoo!

I know that look.

Where you off to?

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

I told your ma
it was all my doin'.

She's gonna miss you
somethin' shockin',

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

Well, you're a brave one, Moya.

As soon as horses
hit the dark...

scared stiff
of the rabbit holes
and their rabbits.

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

you know, run into
anything unexpected.

But it's up to you, I suppose.

You're the boss.

♪ Do, do, do ♪

You're not still in the caravan?

Aye. Mom says the bungalow
will never be done.

You can go now.

What?

You can go now.

No, no.

A gentleman always leaves
the lady to the door.

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

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

- Who's this?
- A gentleman.

Oh, just thank
your wee Uncle Curtis then.

You're not my uncle.

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

Women, eh?

Fuckin' nightmares.

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

- 'Bout time.
- I came straight away.

Just what I'm gettin'.

What the fuck is this?

Apples?

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

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

Is there somethin' fuckin'
wrong with you?

Hey, shut the fuck up.

How the fuck is this
eejit your brother?

Youse don't even sound the same.

It's none of your business.

What were you doin'
all this time?

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

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

You just get what we need
and you come back.

Do you understand?

Knock, knock.

Oh, Jesus, Finbar. I mean,

thank you.

Wait, it's heavy.

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

How's Moya?

What have you got there?

Not got anything.

Maybe I should ask your mother.

No!

Please, don't say
anything to her.

Show me.

Come on, show me.

Where did you get this?

Did your uncle give you this?

He's not my uncle.

Why did he give this
to you, Moya?

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

these bruises on you?

Moya?

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

Eh?

Yo, Moya?

So, the gentleman
caller returns?

Mornin', Sinead.
Mornin', Moya.

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

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

Shut your hole, Curtis.

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

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

with the locals?

Me and him are sweet,

isn't that right, big man?

Ah, here we go.

Nothin' like a wee bit
of skinny dippin'

to work up an appetite.

Just take it and go.

I'll bring you more
tonight after work.

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

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

Fuck ya.

Catch you later, Princess.

Old friend?

You can pick your friends.

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

My, um...
my brother married his sister

and promptly got himself killed.

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

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

Give it to the wee
bullocks, Kevin.

I'll pay.

Are you wise? Here.

A local fella?

You want the boys in blue
at your door?

His clan isn't from here.

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

I don't care, hm?

Not on our doorstep.

Besides, he could be IRA, hm?

Now, good luck stayin' away

from them fellas for
the rest of your life.

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

You don't
even know what he's done.

I know.

I could see it in her eyes.

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

Jesus, she's a child, Robert.

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

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

He's put the fear of God in her,

and he'll never stop.

He'll just go on
tormentin' others.

Robert, I know
what I said about killin',

but this is different.

I want no part of it, Finbar.

Hm?

Count me out.

Takin' your
boots for a walk?

So you actually can talk, huh?

Only when
I'm done listenin'.

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

Aye.

So, you're on holiday, eh?

Aye, holiday.

Fuck up.

Could've nipped off to Majorca

and fixed
my farmer's time, but nah,

that's all squat in the back.

Hours of bleedin'
fuckin' nowhere.

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

The matches are on the floor.

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

That's 'cause giants
made these hills.

Oh, is that right?

This land was once ruled
by Fomorians.

God like seafarers, they were.

Enslaved the land,

ate the children,
so the story goes.

And to think I just
used them for shootin'.

You a hunter?

Well, if you call
shootin' bean cans

and the odd jackrabbit huntin',

then yes,
I'm a stupendous hunter.

What do you use?

A smoothbore, AH Fox.

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

You wanna see it?

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

Wasn't as nifty.

Didn't have the same
busty qualities.

Beautiful, isn't she?

You want to hold her?

Jesus.

Fuck.

What did I ever do to ya?

Wee Moya, ya bastard.

Jesus fucking Christ.
I'll leave.

You'll never fuckin'
see me again.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're fuckin' dead.

You pervert!

Some ginger Jesse Owens, he was.

Why did he have a knife?

Is that somethin' all
the young ones carry?

Ah, jeez.
Wouldn't consider meself in tune

with modern youth, to be fair.

What are you doin' out here?

Robert asked me to
check up on ya.

Oh, he did, did he?

Yeah.

Well, in that case...

I like bingo, yeah?

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

And a cheeky pint there,
too, what?

♪ And I won't tell you
no more ♪

♪ So get down
get down, get down ♪

Christ!

Startin' to understand
why they whinge so much.

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

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

End of the line.

So he just didn't stop.

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

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

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

I just stood and laughed.

It was somethin' else.

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

This line of work.

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

"Do a job you love."

♪ Told you once before ♪

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

♪ You're a bad dog, baby ♪

♪ But I still want you around ♪

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

Here you go, Finbar.

On me for yesterday.

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

Hey love, can I have one?

Aren't you bored, Kevin?

She's a feisty one.

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

"Ask for more, 34."

- A woman?
- Yeah.

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

More dignity before dyin'.

- Jesus.
- What?

- You never?
- No.

There's enough cruel men
in this world.

She was cruel, all right.

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

Oh, but the cryin'
to the angels.

Bingo!

Fuck's sake!

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

Says the one.

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

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

You listen, you wee shite.

Killing is no jokin'
matter to me,

and I'm done with it for good.

But if I ever hear of you
havin' a laugh

at someone else's dyin' tears...

I'll beat ya with
my old man hands.

How many people
have you killed altogether?

Curtis, come on.

Conan's mouthin' off
in there.

You know the day
they murdered our father,

Curtis was playin' football
in the under-twelves.

Little bollocks wasn't half-bad.

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

He just sat there,
just lookin' at me.

He couldn't make sense of it.

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

his whole world
turned upside down.

And I made him a promise.

I said I'd always
look out for him.

Conan says we should clear out.

Make tracks to France
or somewhere.

Not without my brother.

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

You know what he's like.

Unless he developed
the power of invisibility,

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

You think I'm fuckin' thick?

We're not going anywhere
without Curtis.

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

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

Yeah, I know.

"Curtis June
and Doireann McCann."

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

No, I knew you would fuck it up.

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

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

What, were they just collateral?

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

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

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

I saw the back
of her head last night.

The fuck?

I'm only easin' the tension.

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

who's only job was to lay low.

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

If you cunts wanna leave,
that's grand.

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

when you get back to Belfast.

Curtis?

Curtis?

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

Yesterday, did Curtis
say where he was headin'?

I didn't see him yesterday.

So, he's missin'?

Oh, thank God.

I should never have
let youse back in my life.

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

Don't you dare
speak to me like that.

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

Maybe the peelers got him.

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

Ma!

I'm fightin' for a free Ireland,

and that includes you, you cunt!

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

What did he tell ya?

Ma!

He said nothin'!

Well, I'm not stupid, Doireann.

I read the papers.

I'm okay, love, I'm okay.

Here, he swam most days.

Maybe he fuckin' drowned.

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

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

Now, what's your excuse?

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

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

For me the liberation
of France was,

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

But the monarchy, as well?
You came back.

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

but I was determined to help
fight those Nazi bastards,

even if it meant
sidin' with the English.

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

I know right, I know wrong.

And ya need the black and white

out at the state of
the north at the minute.

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

Hey, there you go.

Did anyone come out here?
Does anyone know?

- Not once, so.
- So he could be
back in Belfast then?

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

What if Special Branch
is onto us?

Oh, wise up.
Of course they're not.

Ah, fuck off!

Just gimme somethin'.
Local intel.

Any names around here,
someone who'd know.

Where are ya again?
Glencolm somethin'?

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

you can't fuckin' pronounce.

There's an old contact
close by,

a freelance boat man.

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

Oh, sh...

No, stay back.

Robert McQue?

No knock?

Force of habit.

Your colleague wasn't specific

about the nature of your visit.

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

I suppose, huh?

Oh, bloody paranoiacs.

Trying to find a friend.

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

Oh, I like that.

Oh.

And this friend,
what's the name?

Curtis.

Curtis June.

That's a fairly odd name, huh?

June?

Aye, June.

Is it short for somethin'?

- What is?
- June.

Is June fuckin'
short for somethin'?

It's June, like the month.

June.

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

Redhead, tall, skinny fella.

That doesn't ring a bell.

You know those bandits
out by Inish West?

They might have heard something.

You give them a try.

Now, I have to
clear up this mess.

If you'll please
find your own way out.

It fits.

- I said--
- I heard ya.

You're only three foot
away from me.

Is he dead?

Without a doubt.

It had nothing to do with me!

Who then?

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

Put it away, will ya?

I'm not stakin' me life for him.

I told him not to do it.

Who?

Finbar.

Finbar Murphy.

- Finbar Murphy...
- But we parted ways.

He's no longer in my employee.

Who called the hit?

Well, you'd have
to ask him that.

Where does he live?

I don't know.

Now, if you don't mind,

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

Robbie?

Robbie?

Robbie's not here anymore.

Where is he?

I shot him.

Believe me, he had it comin'.

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

What's your name, love?

Josie.

You've a sweet voice, Josie.

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

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

No.

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

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

Robbie isn't goin' anywhere.

Put that away.

Take a look at this.

Blood money.

Fuckin' massacre.

Well, thanks again, Rita.

Oh.

Wait a minute.

I'll teach you bits
whenever you start planting,

but I can't remember everything.

- Uh-huh.
- Books help.

Done good.

It's a start.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

It's Robert.

- Finbar.
- Oh, Mrs. McQue.

Thank you for coming.

Finbar?

- Finbar?
- No, no, no, no, Mrs. McQue.

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

Of course he fuckin' wasn't.

Oi.

For what he was,
he was a good man.

Did you see who he was?

Well, it was a her.

And no, I didn't.

She was talkin'
to Robbie, though.

She said she was lookin'
for someone named Curtis.

The ginger Jessie?

She'll need a shovel.

We can't stay here.

Good. I fuckin' hate waits.

Go and syphon some petrol.

Mrs. McQue, go in
the kitchen, please.

All right.

I'll sort this out.

Everyone knows
each other in these small towns.

They'll know him.

But why does it have to be me?

'Cause ya always look lost.
Now, go.

Good evening.

I'm up for the weekend.

I was with my uncle.

We got a bit, uh, turned around.

You wouldn't happen to know
a Finbar Murphy?

Finbar?

Know him all right.

Lives out the road there.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Evening, Garda.
- Evening.

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

You ever see that fella
around here before?

Never have.

Says he's up to see
his Uncle Finbar.

- Finbar?
- Huh.

Dunce never said
he had a nephew.

Hm.

- Finbar?
- I'm so sorry.

I can't believe this.

Call the police
once we're gone, okay?

Right. I will.

Hey, look at this.

Beautiful.

How do you suppose
they found 'em?

Maybe asked his network
about this Curtis fella.

Checkin' 'em out
after you spoke to him.

Just wait for you outside then.

How long you be?

Pull over there.

Somethin' spook ya?

Somebody's in my house.

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

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

You say youse were friends?

We had things in common,
things to keep hidden.

Were you a runaway?

If your home
was an old pile of shite

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

Escaping's more like it.

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

but I come outta it on top.

And there Robert was...

buying me as many pints
as I wanted

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

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

but that was Robert
the old sleevin' bastard.

It was easy money.

I lost track long ago.

How many I've killed.

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

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

whatever was left
of my old self,

it seemed to disappear
into a black hole.

And then Robert came callin'.

As you said, it was too easy.

Fuckin' seniors
and their raisins.

If he's not here by now...

He's probably out there
watchin' us.

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

Oh, Jesus.

Go back inside, Rita, please.

You must be the nosy
fuckin' neighbour, huh?

You should be mindin'
your own business

if you know what's best.

You know Finbar?

Never had the pleasure,
but I will.

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

Hey, hey, what are you doin'?

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

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

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

God, it's lonely out here.

Especially for a frail owl one,
like yourself.

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

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

Do.

Talk about a cruel woman.

Conan!

Come on.

Pew!

Oh, God.

Grab her legs.

You go first.

Two cottages
down from the crossroads.

The one with the flowers.

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

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

Just go to her, all right?

Please.

Here we are.

Home sweet home.

There you go.
Good boy.

Huh.

There's some money's worth here.

No wonder you need someone
to buy your bingo books.

Maybe I just wanted
the conversation.

Do you play this thing?

Just a chord or two.

No trainer or nothin',
just teachin' meself.

I'll make my own record someday.

Maybe over there in California

if I can save enough
for the journey.

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

Enjoyin' life,
you know what I mean?

The game's about to start.
- Okay, let's go.

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

I don't recall you bein' sober.

Hey, Pat.

Hey.

Give us... to go, will ya?

Finbar?

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

Fred never saw him in the town.

Went by the name
of Robert McQue.

Did you know him at all?

Mm-mm.

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

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

You know, I was wonderin'
if maybe the sign

had somethin' to do with it.

You know,
maybe the sign was a sign.

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

They'll be all over it.

There'll be nothin'
for me to do.

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

Aye, nice lad.

Don't see him that much.

You mind droppin'
me by Sinead's?

No, get in.

Well, cheers for
the ride, Vinny.

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

Can't be seen to
have favourites.

Get on with ya.

- Go on!
- Come on, come on!

Yeah!

Stay low.

Stay out of sight.

You come to a fuckin'
football match?

He'll be here.

Rats.
All of them are fuckin' rats.

They didn't
get your good side.

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

Not yet.

Anybody could
recognise us, Doireann.

Curtis is dead.

Try to give an ounce of shit.

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

Then we get outta here.

We get to Amsterdam,
France, maybe.

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

Have you lost your fuckin' mind?

Run off and leave Ireland?

So what's the point
of all this then?

If we want to live?

So they died for nothing?

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

Am I the only one
who understands

what we're fightin' for here?

We're not fuckin' leavin'.

Someone hired Murphy
to kill Curtis.

We need to find out who.

The old lady,
the fuckin' shopkeeper.

Someone knows where he is.

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

I gotta find the lou.

Maybe the two of you can come up

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

Finbar?

Hassan.

My biggest fan.

So, you stuck around?

What do you think?

They all look
so blood thirsty.

I don't know who to root for.

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

Not too bad.

Wee Moya?

Oh, she's
around here somewhere.

Up to somethin', I'm sure.

She's grand.

We're good.

Good.

Okay, I'll see ya.

See you later tonight?

Aye.

Finbar Murphy?

Doireann McCann.

Ah. Ah-ah.

It's Doireann.

I've only seen it printed,

and they've printed
a lot about you lately.

You tell me who ordered the hit,

or I'll put you down
right here to die

in this shit fed turf.

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

one for the other.

Let's throw the line.

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

Fuck you.

I killed a degenerate
bottom feeder.

Curtis was my brother.

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

Gimme the name.

Easy.

All right.

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

And you're just gonna
have this whoever

turn themselves over?

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

Meet back here, eight o'clock.

It'll be quiet, no one will see.

No, fuck right off.

Do you think I'm stupid?

We meet at that pub.

Wrights?

That's it.

Full of merry fuckin'
villagers about that time,

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

So no tricks.

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

ya hear me?

You be there.
Or we leave a special delivery

that'll blow that pub
all over Donegal.

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

People a lot worse than me.

And they'll tear right
through this godforsaken place

and that quaint little nosy
neighbour lady of yours.

No one will be safe.

Fuckin' eejits.

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

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

♪ It's all in the air ♪

♪ You hear it everywhere ♪

♪ No matter what you do ♪

♪ It's gonna grab
a hold on you ♪

♪ California soul ♪

Ya take my pistol
and nip off without a pip.

Certainly into your dramatics,
aren't ya?

I found the leader.

She didn't take to my ceasefire.

She left me no choice.

I'm gonna finish her.

Finish all of them.

How do you plan on doin' that?

It'll be good and public.

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

Leave this town out of it.

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

No way, Jose.

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

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

Good boy.

Knock-knock.

Moya, a wee gift for ya.

Will ya take him?

He's yours.

What's his name?

Ya know, I never
gave him a name.

What do ya think?

He looks like a Sean.

Aye.

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

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

It keeps you human.

Okay?

Bye, Sean.

You wanted an audience.

I'll meet them inside.

Tell them I've got
the fella out back.

Where I'll be waitin' for him.

Now, that's an advantage.

See?

I was listenin'.

No, I have an advantage
of my own.

Go on now. Take this.

There's an envelope
in the outer pocket.

Give it to Robert's
mother for me.

The rest is yours.

What are you gettin' at?

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

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

This is my war.

Take that money.

Let it be my hand down to ya.

You don't have to
use that ever again.

You're young.

Find somethin' else to do.

Get to California.

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

Just don't waste
your life doin' this.

Nobody ever gave me nothin'.

My advice has more value
than that money, son.

Trust me on this.

Go on.

Ah, Jesus.

Jumpy tonight, aren't we?

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

Aye, but you're a young spirit.

Come on.
Sittin' over here.

Black starters in the trees.

He didn't try anything
at the pitch.

Not with the crowd.

Right.

I'll have a peep in first.

Conan, you bring
the case in after.

Why him?

Because you're shit
with a pistol.

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

'cause I organised this trade,

and because I fuckin' said so.

Fine.

Just keep the car loose.

Any foul play,
you set that timer

and we get the fuck out,
do ya hear?

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

And someone could hang those
dead kids around our necks.

I was hopin' for a quieter
night today.

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

How you gettin' on
with yon Russian book?

Not finished it yet.

I dare say you would
enjoy it, though.

Oh.

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

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

name of Porfiry.

He's tenacious
on his quest for the truth.

Drawin' out of the suspect,

then with isolations,
destroyin' him,

eatin' away at him.

Makin' 'em understand
that the party ended.

It's all it is.

You gain instincts as detective.

It reminds me of you, actually.

Does he get his man in the end?

I don't know.

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

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

What is it that you do?

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

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

No, Vinny, you can't.

Jesus!
Moya, Moya, come here.

Come on.
You have to scoot on home.

- Where are we goin'?
- This is
no place for weans.

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

- Ma says--
- Not tonight.

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

Not tonight.
Take Sean and go home now.

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

Go home, now!

Quite a crowd.

Aye, and your
partners in crime?

We said no funny business.

They're around, be sure of it.

Now just produce the fucker
like you said,

and you can get back
to your music.

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

You move from that fuckin' spot

and I promise ya
I'll shoot ya dead.

All right.

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

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

The music.

Makes ya want to
just grab one of

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

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

Aren't I a bit ripe
for your tongue?

Ah.

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

Grateful for your
charity, Finbar...

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

- This him?
- Calm down.

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

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

Fuck!

Hurry up!

Fuck!

That's mine, ya bastard.

That dumb bitch, she shot me!

Come on.

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

Jesus.

Why the fuck did ya come back?

Hassan, stay down, stay down.

My money's in me car.

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

Finbar?

You're lookin'
for him to save you?

I'm not the one
who needs savin'.

I've done what I've done,

and I had my reasons.

And the Lord, who's the...

I'll take no judgement from you.

I'm not here to judge.

We've all got our reasons.

Just shoot me.

You're at your end.

Make your peace.

My... my brother...

he's all alone.

I'll make sure you join him.

Those brutes didn't get you.

No.

Rita, I am so sorry.

It's fine, Finbar.

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

Should I have?

As you see, nothin' grew.

I shoulda started it ages ago.

Oh.

No, you keep it.

Maybe somewhere
down the road you'll try again.

Bye, Rita.

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