All language subtitles for Shadow Dancer (2012).English

Mind who they are.

We load up the truck first,
then we get going.

Is that it? Aye.

10, 20 of them, that'd be okay.

Aye.
We'll sort that out for him.

We've got to get started really early
on the Monday, though.

I'll talk to him about that.

Go out and get us some
fags, love, would you?

Yeah.

Collette, get going.

Get yourself some sweets, huh?

Sorry, mate? Aye.

Oh, no, I'm headin' out now,
myself and the missus.

- Dad wants you to get some fags.
- He asked you.

Doesn't matter.
I went last time.

- Do you want a glass of milk, Collette?
- No, I'm fine.

Don't forget to brush your teeth
before you go to bed, love.

- Go on.
- No.

I'll give you some money.

- Stop talking and get ready.
- Aye, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Get me some sweets.

Run! Run, they're coming!

Ma! Dad!

- Jesus Christ, he's shot!
- What happened?

- He got shot. Dad.
- What? Who is it? Sean?

Is it Sean? Oh, God, Gerry.

Breathe!
For Jesus' sake, breathe!

Get a towel. Get a towel!

Out of the way!

Just breathe!
Just breathe for me!

Sean, please, just breathe!

Give me that! Get the fuck--!

Sean!

Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus!

Sean. Sean. Oh, God.
Sean. Sean. Oh, my God!

Oh, Sean.

Oh, God, oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God!

Please, God! Sean! Oh, no, no!

No.

Excuse me.

Mind the gap.

Mind the gap.

Mind the gap.

Unh!

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

Due to a reported emergency,

will all passengers leave
the station immediately.

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.

Due to a reported emergency,

will all passengers leave
the station immediately.

Do you want water? Coffee?

It's not gonna
give you what you want,

or what your family's
lawyers expect...

but it might help.

This could take a while.

You're wasting your time.

I doubt it.

Okay.

So...

a lot of this you know we know.

Some of it you definitely don't.

Like this.

Remember him?

'Course you do.

Look at him.

Henry Laws.

You used to work
in his print factory.

You told Connor he was
a part-time soldier.

You scouted it,
Gerry ordered it,

Connor pulled the trigger.

Henry's wife found their kids
clinging to the corpse.

Now, obviously, his family
didn't know, but a week later,

you went to the funeral.
Why'd you do that?

Okay. Provisional forensics.

This is definitely not
one for the brothers back home.

This would definitely
lead to a lot of awkward questions.

So I guess this is
how you figured it--

you leave the bag, you make
the call, they place a warning.

There's a bomb on a train
somewhere on the line.

We have to close down
the whole network.

We find the bag, we carry out
a controlled explosion.

That way your brothers at home
never find out. Right?

You never set
the timer, Collette.

I want a lawyer.

A terrorist who can't
bring herself to--

I want a lawyer.

Let me tell you
what it's going to be like.

Irish girl, English jail.

Every time you want
to see your boy,

every time he wants to see you,

his grandma's gonna have to
load him onto the ferry

and drive 400 miles.

It's gonna break
his fuckin' heart.

Do you know how many people
your brothers killed last year?

This year's victims
are still walking around, Collette.

They're doing the washing.

They're dropping
their kids at school.

You can keep it that way.

You see, now that
everybody's talking peace,

word is that your leaders
think that Gerry's the problem.

He's not gonna
let them sell out.

So how far is he gonna go?
What's he gonna do?

You agree to watch him
and talk to us,

you're out of here
like nothing ever happened.

Back to your ma,
back to your boy.

We'll pay you.

And one day, if you want it,

we'll give you a life
far away from this.

Nobody dies.

Nobody gets hurt.

We just talk.

I want a lawyer.

This isn't
who you are, Collette.

How the fuck would
you know who I am?

I know it bugs
the hell out of you

that your mum won't get
the washing machine fixed.

I know you're asking yourself

why your boy still
wets his bed at night.

Fuck off.

And I know you were so lonely
the night before you came down here

that you went home
with some guy you don't even like.

I want a lawyer.

You can have all the fuckin'
lawyers you like,

but it's not gonna change a thing.
We've got you.

You're finished. You're done.

So is your boy.

Look.

There's the paperwork
to have him taken into care.

Hey.

You really want a lawyer?
You want to go that way?

Just dial "9"
for an outside line.

Yes, the IRA does continue

to insist it's
serious about peace,

but a lot of people are
gonna find that hard to credit

when the organization appears
to be trying to send

young men and women over here

to place bombs on
the London Transport Network.

And now the police
have issued this photograph

of the alleged bomber tonight.
It is a little indistinct.

It was taken with
a security camera

before she went
into that tunnel,

but they hope that someone
will recognize her from it.

Now in other news.

And the government is expected
to give its decision later today...

They'll kill me.

They'll never know.

They will.

I'll be there,
day and night, watching.

- You've done this before?
- Yes.

- Are any of them still alive?
- Yes, all of them.

Till you don't
need them anymore?

We do this together.

But I need to hear you say it.

You have to be sure.

I'm sure.

So this is our number.

Memorize it,
then burn the paper.

Always ask for Declan.

He's your new boyfriend.
That's your cover story.

So we meet every
Wednesday at midday,

at the car park in the quay
at Queen's Island,

starting this week.

You just walk around
until I find you.

You think you're
being followed, don't stop.

Don't use the phone
at the house.

Anyone sees you in a phone box,
just say it's a love affair

you don't want
your mother to hear about.

You're gonna need this.
It's an emergency bleeper.

Hide it well.

You press that button,
half the world will come running.

What's your name?

Always ask for Declan.

I mean your real name.

It's better you don't know.

If you make a mistake, I'm dead.

Right?

I'd like to know your name.

Mac.

So I'll see you at the quay the day
after tomorrow.

You make damn sure you're there.

- Where is he?
- He's out the back.

He's fine.

Mark.

Go away.

- Hey, come here.
- Leave me alone.

Hey. Come here.

You're all right.

Let's see.

I can see one, two,
three, four, five...

How youse all doing?

We heard a rumor
our girl was back.

- Hi, Gerry.
- Hi, Ma.

- Hi, Connor.
- Hi, Ma.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

It was all over the news,

so just be careful with Ma.
She's been a bit upset.

All right, wee man?

The Taoiseach and I have agreed

on a joint declaration
on Northern Ireland.

It makes no compromise
on strongly held principles.

- You heard about this, right?
- Aye, I read about it.

Our message is
clear and simple--

there is no future in violence.

Republican leader
Liam Hughes gave his reaction.

Republicans are very disappointed

about what they've
heard here today,

but we will give this document
serious consideration

and stand ready
to move the process forward.

But even after--

Finish your carrots.

Want to play some football
before you start your homework?

Okay.

So, what,
were you being followed?

Not all the time.

I think there was some
of them on the train,

so I got off and ran.

- Into a tunnel?
- Aye.

Brave. Stupid.

You'll need to talk to Kevin.

Jesus Christ.

He's all right, so he is.

How are you?

I'm fine.

See that.

What did Gerry say?

I have to talk to Kevin.

Why?

'Cause Gerry says so.

How are things here?

It's okay. It's quiet.

Remember that peeler
who tried to put us away

for your boss
at the print works?

We know where he lives.

Maybe you'd like
to be a part of it.

It's Friday.

I'm going up to my room, Granny.

I've got to do my homework.

There you go, sir.

Sir, I'll be right with you.

- Hey.
- Okay, Pat, thanks.

- Congratulations.
- Your idea.

But it was your catch.

- Is she really in?
- We'll see.

Well, they'll run her
past Kevin Mulville.

They're even more paranoid
than normal at the minute.

It's okay. She's smart.

She'll be fine.

Good.

- Have a good day.
- Bye.

See you later.

Shite!

I asked Connor to fix that.

We need to get Gerry in, Ma.

Connor can't fix his own hair.

She's not coming.

- Hi, Granny.
- Hi, love.

You have a visitor.

All right, Mark, what about you?

You all right?

Hello, Kevin.

Collette, what about you?

Hey, you. Be there in a second.

Go through.

That's a beautiful wee
young fellow you have.

That's kind of you, Kevin.

We just need to talk
about Longman.

Later? Gotta give him his tea.

Volunteer is never
off duty, Collette.

Neither is a mummy, Kevin.

All right. No problem.

- Tomorrow, then.
- Aye.

What the fuck's he doing here?

He's grand, Connor.
He was just leaving.

Just doing me job, Connor.

Okay. Fuck off
and do it somewhere else.

See you tomorrow, Collette.

Prick.

He has no business
coming to this house.

- All right, Gerry.
- Kevin.

You looking for me or something?

No, no, I was just
calling in for Collette.

Gerry should be
keeping him in line.

Her hands are full there
with the young fella.

- Mummy?
- Mark?

- Can I have some cake?
- All right.

Open up! Police!

Ma!

Mummy!

You have no business
breaking in here!

- Who do you think you are?
- Get dressed, Miss McVeigh.

- Where's Mark?
- Get dressed!

Leave her. Leave her alone.
Look, we've had enough.

- We've all had enough.
- She's a mother, for God's sake!

I'm a fa, but what
does that change?

- Nothing!
- Well, let her get dressed.

You looking after the boy,
Mrs. McVeigh?

- Mummy?
- Mark. Jesus Christ.

Come on! Hurry up,
you wee bitch!

- Mummy!
- You're all right, son.

Come on!

Come here, love.
It's all right, darling.

Get out of the way.

All right, Mark.
You're okay, darling. You're okay.

Mum?

Bring her out.

Come on, move yourself.

Where were you?

I was looking after my son.
I couldn't get away.

So I save you from
a lifetime in a prison cell

and you're seriously gonna sit here
and tell me that you didn't turn up

because you couldn't find
a fucking nanny?

You've got one minute to give me
something, otherwise the deal's off

and you're down that corridor
looking at a charge sheet.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen your brothers?

Aye.

What does Gerry think
of the declaration?

- Not much.
- What did he say about it?

I don't know.

He was round your place
the other afternoon,

just after the document
was signed.

It was all over the news.
What did he say about it?

So tell me what's moving.
Operations, plans.

I don't know.

You know what?

This isn't gonna work.

You need to call a lawyer.

There's something tomorrow.

Connor's gonna
get the detective...

who tried to put us away
for the murder of my boss

at the print works.

- Where?
- I don't know.

What time?

He didn't say.
That's all I can tell you.

He said he was called Jenkins.

He wants to know where I was
last week, what was I doing?

Okay, let's go over it again.

I've got it.

Okay, so, they might not
come at you straightaway,

so be careful.

Don't drop your guard.

Okay, it's time to go.

You should go.

Mummy. I wet my bed.

- I'm sorry.
- No worries.

You're all right.

- Is he okay?
- Aye.

He hasn't done this for months.

Collette...

if you won't tell Gerry

that you've had enough, I will.

Hey, Geoff, you still going
to London in the morning?

No, I got pulled into
this last-minute CCG meeting.

What meeting?

This is invitation only.

Please tell me this is bullshit.
You can't be serious.

You're gonna put the SAS
in his back garden?

- Mac.
- Derek Henderson is one of our own.

- We can't just sit here and--
- Tell him.

You do this, our player's dead.

Look, we have
a chance here to take

Connor McVeigh's entire
team out of circulation,

- and we have to take it.
- You lay an ambush,

there'll be the mother
and father of all tout hunts.

You might as well print her name
in the Belfast fucking Telegraph.

Come on, you're overreacting.

I'm gonna call London.
I want everything on hold

until I've spoke to Buchannan.

I've already spoken to him, Mac.

What the fuck is this all about?

How should I know?

You give us Connor McVeigh,
we're gonna take him.

The rest of it is your problem.

- Collette?
- Jesus fucking Christ!

- What time is it?
- 6:00.

What's going on?

Brian Flynn was picked up
last night. We need you.

I promised I'd take
Mark to school.

He's fine with Ma.

Get up. Get dressed.

No, I promised Mark, Connor.

Is something wrong?

- No.
- Get dressed.

Henderson pulls
out of a cul-de-sac

off the Newtownards Road
at 7:30 on the nail every day.

He drives a silver Granada.

You block one side,
we block the other,

and Brendan does the business.

You got that?

Aye.

Youse can have coffee
if you prefer.

Put it down.

Connor, I'm going to the toilet.

Collette, are you ready?

I need to speak to Declan.

Collette?

Collette, are you ready?

- This is Declan.
- Collette?

Listen, I've had to go on
a wee trip with my brother.

I'm inside. I'm inside.

No.

You okay?

Aye, I'm fine.

- We're ready.
- Right.

Put this on.
You're coming with me.

- What?
- You're coming with me.

Christ!

- Jesus Christ! Get out!
- Oh, God.

Mummy!

Where's the key?
Where's the fucking key?

My husband has the key!

So what have we got, anything?

The shooter's name
is Brendan O'Shea.

He's in intensive care.

It's touch and go
whether he'll make it.

Mulville?

- We're still looking.
- Okay.

What a fuckin' mess.

Thanks for coming by, Barry.

We'll talk later.

What was all that
with DeLavine earlier?

You, uh, feeling left out, Mac?

- Is he working another angle?
- No.

Relax.

We're all on the same side.

- Could I speak to Declan?
- Hold the line.

Yeah, this is Declan.

Is he dead?

He's in the hospital,
but it's not looking good.

He came in when
I was talking to you.

- Did he hear you?
- Aye.

Okay, we'll--
we'll deal with it.

If he's alive, that's it.

I said we'll deal with it.

Right, right.

Kevin.

We need to talk.

Aye.

Now.

Have a seat there
for yourself, Collette.

Do you want a coffee?

I'm grand.

When did you first hear about
the operation, Collette?

This morning in the car.

In the car this morning?

- Aye.
- You sure about that?

Aye.

No one mentioned it before then?

No.

Connor drop a few hints?

No.

"We're going to take out the guy
who tried to put you away"?

No.

I see.

It's like this, Collette.

Only two men knew the time
and the place, right?

That's hardly our Gerry
squealing to the Brits.

So, is it his
shaggy-haired brother?

Or did he blab
his fat mouth off to his sister?

We lose you in London,

but then you're back
like nothing ever happened.

Then the peelers bash in your ma's
door, haul you off to Castlereagh.

But you're back by teatime,
like nothing ever happened.

Sure they knew I'd been
away for a while.

Who?

A man. The English fella.

What was his name?

Jenkins.

Probably, aye.

What did he want?

Where was I?

What I'd been doing.

Hmm.

What did you say?

I said I was visiting
me auntie in the south.

Without your son?

I told him I was going
to a fella there.

Which one asked you
about it all, then?

Mac.

Who's Mac?

You said his name was Jenkins.

Mac. Well, Mac Jenkins.
That's his name.

So you were friendly, then?

First-name terms and all that.

You're red-lighted,
Collette McVeigh.

Don't leave Belfast.

We're not done yet.

Where is he?

He's making
his excuses to our Lord.

So sad, isn't it?

He said he wants to talk
to Collette again.

That's not right, Gerry.
You need to tell Kevin to back off.

After what's just happened,
he'll need to talk to her again.

What do you mean?

I just heard from the hospital.

Brendan's dead.

Christ.

Did you kill him?

- Did you fucking kill him?
- Calm down.

No.

Were you going to?

Were you going to?

Kevin knows.
He's red-lighted me.

No, he doesn't.

It's his job to make you
think he knows.

Well, he's brilliant at it, then.

- You said nobody dies.
- Right.

Nobody gets hurt.

Collette, love.

We'll be all right.

Fucking loads of 'em.

Do you want to talk
to these guys?

I'll do the talking, okay? Yeah?

Youse'll have to let us through.

Good morning.

We agreed none
of this would happen.

- Yes, we did.
- You know the law, Mr. Hughes.

- Yes, I do.
- Good.

You're not going to bury
this man as a soldier.

- Not on my watch.
- There's nothing here.

That's a color party.

It's a few grieving men.

Do I look like
I was born yesterday?

Do you realize how
antagonistic this is?

There'll be no trouble from us.
Come on, Gerry.

Just make sure there isn't.

Gerry.

Gerry!

Walk away.

Move your men back. Do you hear?

Stay where you are.

- Better stand in, Liam.
- You know I can't.

Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

- Go on.
- For God's sake.

Liam.

Any comments, Mr. Hughes?

Look over here, Liam.

- All right?
- How about you?

How are you?

- Where's Connor?
- I think he's in the back room.

- Aye.
- Aye.

I'll see you in a wee bit.

Take it easy.

What happened today
makes us look bad, understand?

Makes us look divided.

Youse want a cease-fire.

- Aye.
- We're not there yet.

We're not there, but youse are?

The Brits are talking
about a serious--

A document of surrender.
That's what's on the table.

The Brits are talking about a serious
response to any gesture we make.

You've no fucking right!

No fucking right!

- The leadership decides, Gerry.
- You don't represent us.

- You never fucking have.
- The leadership decides.

Never fucking have!

The leadership decides, Gerry.

Now cop yourself home.

Fucking child.

- How you doing, man?
- All right. You?

Not too bad.

- Hey, pet, you all right?
- Aye.

You away there, Collette?

Aye. Aye, it's getting on.

Don't forget to pay your respects
to poor Brendan's parents.

Actually, I've been
meaning to ask you, Kevin.

Are you my brother's keeper now?

I'll do what I have
to do, Collette.

I believe it's your
wee boy's birthday.

Go get a football or something.

That's kind of you, Kevin.

Don't worry about it.

Identification, please, sir.

That's fine, thank you.

Mac.

Come in.

We'll go in here.

Louie, can you give us a minute

and go and talk to Daddy
a minute in the other room?

Right. Drink?

- No, thanks.
- Come on, it's the weekend.

If I'd known
you were on your own,

I'd have invited you over.

Why have you locked
the Henderson file?

- Maybe it was London.
- It wasn't London.

Barry DeLavine
works my side of the street.

If he was pumping your hand,

that means he's got another
angle on Henderson.

Another angle
means another tout.

So you got someone else.

Mac.

But Collette McVeigh
was your idea,

so I'm asking myself why.

You know, I spend eight months
reeling her in,

and you're prepared
to burn her on day one. Why?

I'll tell you why I think.

I think Mulville
was getting close to Barry's tout,

and you just wanted some
fucking red meat to throw him.

- I want to take her out.
- That's out of the question.

They'll assume she's one of ours

so she'll take the heat off whoever
it is you're trying to protect.

That's fantasy.

Besides, she's
only just got started.

Yeah, she's done
what we asked of her.

Come on, Mac.

A new identity, protection,

a house, income for life.

What is that? A million?

Throw into that eight months'
work setting her up.

It's more like two.

You think London's
going to buy all that

just for one good hit
on Connor McVeigh's crew?

- Forget it.
- We made a deal.

I absolutely forbid it.

Kate, she's got a son.

Is this because
she has a pretty face, Mac?

Because I thought
you were a lot smarter than that.

Do you like it?

Here you go!

What do you think it is?

What do you think that is?
Just gonna look at it?

Open it, Mark.

- Go on.
- Open it.

- Look.
- Just rip it off.

That's quality wrapping
right there, isn't it?

Go on, rip it open.

- Look at that.
- Do you like it?

Whoa!

- Good one, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Reckon you're big enough for it?
- I think so.

Very fast. Very fast bike
this, you know.

Hang on a sec.
I just need to check the old...

that looks good.

Um...

all right, jump on.

Okay, off you go.

Yay! Yes. Perfect.

Turn round.
Is the brakes all right?

- They're fine.
- Check them when you...

just try 'em out down here.

Slow it down.
Keep going, keep going!

Oh! Perfect.

It's all uphill now, of course.

He's great. I think we done
a good job there.

I think so.

- Just go faster.
- Look at his face.

- Faster!
- Come on.

- Go on. Mark McVeigh!
- Perfect.

Don't start, Ma, please.

Not today.

Where you going?
He's gonna kill himself!

Stop where you're going. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop.

- What are you doing here, Mac?
- I need a favor.

You were all out of those
a long time ago.

They're hunting a tout
in Gerry McVeigh's crowd, right?

Have been for a while?

Maybe a year.

They know it's
someone close to Gerry.

What's Gerry doing about it?

He's listening to our friend
Kevin Mulville.

You know Mulville, Mac.

He won't stop until he's put
a bullet in someone's head.

Be back in a wee bit.

I have a doctor's appointment.

Can't you take Mark with you?

- Where are you going?
- Downtown.

Then going downtown can wait.

Please, Ma, I've got to go.

What are you going
to do in the town, Collette?

Please, Ma.

No one has to go downtown.

I've got to go.

- You're late.
- I'm here. I've made it.

You've seen me. I've got to go.
My mother's raging.

- Collette.
- Kevin's watching me.

Look, we've been
through this before.

- For Christ's sake.
- Listen to me.

- You've got a job to do.
- My job is to end up in a ditch.

- No, it's not gonna end up like that.
- Aye, it is.

Pull yourself together.
Otherwise, this isn't going to work.

You made your choice.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.
That's the choice I've made.

No, you're not.
That is not going to happen.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

I'm sorry.

I've got to take you out.

It's just me, you understand?

They've got their own agenda,

so if I take you out,
we're on our own.

I'll need a few days.

I can take your boy,
but nothing else, you understand?

Do you understand, Collette?

I'll be here at 3:00 on Monday.

Sure, the politics
of it is all bollocks.

If it comes to it, we'll go our
own way and be better for it.

But we're nothing
if we're not clean.

And a tout means we're dirty.

Gerry, I can't hold on
any longer.

We can't.

It's someone close to you.
It has to be.

I need the word now.

Don't worry about it.

- Hello, Geoff, it's Mac.
- Hi, Mac.

Listen, I'm just doing
a bit of paperwork here.

You know the Henderson
operation last week?

Do you know if they've put
a hard copy in the library yet?

Not sure. Why?

I can't seem to get in.

You couldn't dig me out
the agent code, could you?

- You got a pen?
- Yeah, shoot.

Actually, there's two
on the incident report.

That's all right.
Just give me 'em both.

6725451/MRU

and 5736917/LPN.

So let's try this
one more time, Connor, eh?

When did you tell your sister
about the attack on the peeler?

Fuck you.

Go on.

All right.

If you didn't tell her,

then that means you're
the squealer, right, Connor?

- I need a favor.
- You always need a favor.

I need to look at some of
the records from Castlereagh.

- Why?
- I want to check out everyone

that was brought in for
interview or interrogation

around April '82.

I said why.

You know how uptight they are.

Come on, Ian, everyone's got
to fight for their guy, right?

I don't think mine's
got long left.

Last chance, Connor.

Just fucking do it.

Fucking do it.

He's not the one
we're looking for.

- '82. What month?
- April.

Get on with it.

Come on, youse gonna be late.

- Did you clean your teeth?
- Yes!

I'll go.

Here's your coat, Mummy.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- They're coming for Collette.

We recruited her to protect you.

Right, off we go.

- There was nobody there.
- I'll see you later.

- Bye, Granny.
- Here, Mark.

See you.

We made it in time.

You should have seen
his little face at the gates.

Ma?

Go on, boy.

Come here, boy.

Mummy, where are we going?

We're going on a wee trip.

- Connor?
- It's done.

We need to get going.