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Thank you. Thank you.
Top of the morrow to you, Missy.
I was thinking the old folk might appreciate a drop of the good stuff to
along with their victory.
Well, I don't know. On the house, Missy. Compliments in McCarran's pub.
Oh, come on now. What McCarran doesn't know, he can't be crying over.
It's very kind of you.
Up you go.
It'd have to be the old folk of McCarran.
Catholics and Protestants, Loyalists and Republicans, North and South. It's a
good round mix, O 'Rourke. A good round mix.
Shine upon my brow today.
Light is fading past away.
Old people.
There's no luck in having old people.
You're a superstitious fool, LaRocque.
I remember a stretch of the Trans -Siberian Railroad. It was really
Yeah, I know what you mean.
It'd be freezing in winter and a furnace in summer.
That's the wonder the firemen ever survived the trip.
And they called it the Romance of Steam.
Take a look at the detail in that locomotive over there.
When this bus exploded, nine elderly people on a picnic outing lost their
The sectarian hatreds which have torn Ireland over the centuries have been
reignited in Ballynagra, with each side accusing the other of this dreadful act
of carnage.
Brian McCarran, who purchased a Ballynagra hotel six months ago, is
arms dealer and has no compunction in selling to both sides.
We believe that McCarran was responsible for the deaths of the old people, and
that this was just one more foul deed by him to provoke violence and provide a
greater market for his illegal arms.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to bring McCarran to
justice, end his trade in arms, and bring the warring factions of Bali Nagra
the conference table.
As always, should you or any of your I .M. force be caught or killed.
The secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.
This disc will self -destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
If I have it, we'll make a great command post.
Luckily, it's automated, so nobody will be around to disturb it.
Each of these men lost a close relative in the attack on the bus. The one on the
left is Michael Skelton.
He's a school teacher and a Republican.
Yes, the other is Jamie Carney.
Now, he works a small farm outside of Barley McGraw.
Like Skelton, he's married to the young family.
Unlike Skelton, he's a store supporter.
Are the government in Ulster? There's no time for Republicans.
Who did Carney and Scullin fit into this picture?
Well, since the bombing of the bus, they've both become leaders of the
factions. Yeah, they're both hot -blooded young firebrands, but they're
honest patriots, each convinced of the justice of his own cause.
And, of course, they're caught up in the crazy politics of an eye for an eye.
Kept on the boil by this arms dealer, McCarran, and his murderers.
So McCarran profits from fostering trouble.
then cashes in on Connie and Scotland's business.
Exactly. As long as he's there to fan the hatreds and keep up the cycle of
revenge, those two will remain enemies.
We have to change that.
Sharon, I know you sing like a dream. How's your Irish accent?
I don't think I could sound like an Irish Colleen to save my life.
That's exactly why you may have to.
My brother in the army If I could learn his station In Cork or in Killarney
And if he'd come and join me We'd go roving into Kenny I'm sure he'd treat me
better Than my darling Cork and Jenny
Timely, sir. True lover of music.
Is there anything else you'd like us to think, sir? Do you know the rising of
the moon? Hey!
You call for that rabble -rousing trash around here, Michael Skelton, and you'll
regret it. Who are you calling rabble, James Carney? You British lackey.
You,
Carney! Keep to your side of the line.
And you, Michael Skelton, you can fight like killed kitty cats outside and worse
luck to you both.
That you'll not be breaking up, Mr. McCarran's Bob.
Would you like me to sing it with you?
Oh, maybe we should stick to silver threads among the board. Aye, that's
the old folk were singing when they were killed.
be a service. Yes, thank you. One stout and one scotch whiskey.
It's a fine piece now.
Russian mail.
A supply to the officers and the Red Army themselves.
We're defending our rights, McCarran. Not fighting a war.
Are you not now?
That's not what young Michael Skelton thinks.
You sold to them too.
Both sides against the middle so long as there's a profit in it, right,
McCarran? The pistol's a 100 pound apiece.
While I'm in a good mood.
I haven't got much choice.
I'll take six.
Michael Skelton and his boys took a dozen.
A dozen?
And where would I get 1 ,200 pounds?
I trust you, Jamie, lad.
You've got till Friday to find the money.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have a moment of your attention, please?
In my hand here, I hold a 50 -pound note.
50 pounds for the taking.
I'd be happy to buy a drink for every lady and gentleman in this pub today,
provided there's one among you willing to wage 10 pounds of his own. 10 pounds
against my 50.
You can beat my boy here in a fair and honest fist fight.
I'll be accepting side wagers, of course.
Now, who would it be?
What about you, huh?
What about you?
Gentlemen,
gentlemen, come, come.
Fifty pounds for ten.
Who will it be?
I'll fight him.
You, sir, come right up here.
Your money, sir.
And pass.
Winner takes all.
Winner takes all.
It's a bet.
How's this look?
All right, everybody.
Friend, here's boy.
You and I should talk.
You're a fine big rock of a man now, Mr.
O 'Rourke.
Well, I suppose bigger than most. None of those terrible things would frighten
you. What terrible things?
The happenings at night.
Happenings? They say the coach of death's been galloping.
Back and forth, back and forth. Out near the old ruined church.
Searching for the poor lost souls of the old folk.
You mean people have seen it?
The coach of death?
Well, every night.
And heard the banshee crying and wailing. There'll be more deaths to come
the banshee's heard.
They should never have heard the old man.
She's right.
Never hurt the old people.
Old people are too close.
To what? To crossing over.
They say that when you're close to death's door, like the old folk, and
taken before time, they give you the key.
The key.
The key, man.
The key.
Very key.
To come and go.
You can't come back from the dead.
Laughing, is it?
Whoever hurt the old people, they'll not be laughing.
That's right.
I heard the wailing in the Keenan as though all the world was mourning its
Did you not hear it?
Crying like the winter wind.
But she... All right, let's have some drinks, my friends here.
You certainly know how to handle yourself, young man.
Yeah?
Yes, I noticed that several times.
Gentlemen, cheers to you.
Now, what is it that brings you to this chair in my life?
Well, six months in the stokehold of the trance steamer is plenty enough for any
man.
I jumped ship in Belfast, made my way south.
Yeah, with the police at your heels.
Bill, that's none of our business.
I do want to ask you a question. Obviously, you're a fighting man.
Are you familiar with weapons?
Yes, sir.
I can strip a Browning automatic in 35 seconds.
I can group six shots in a three -inch target from 300 yards with an M1
You give me an Uzi, I'll cut a door in that wall over there in five seconds
flat.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've had a weapon.
Oh, I'm offering you a job.
Doing what?
Well, it isn't the fighter that makes the money, son.
It's the man who puts him into the ring.
Forgive me interrupting, gentlemen.
But I wonder if you'd let me buy a drink.
Irish saying curiosity killed the cat.
I've got a reason for asking questions, but it's not curiosity.
Maybe I can put a little money your way.
We're certainly not averse to a little friendly business discussion.
I should tell you in answer to your question that we have had some dealings
some of the troubled spots around the world.
Cuba comes to mind in my case. El Salvador, there was one of my favorite
Lovely climate, lovely people.
I like Nicaragua and Colombia.
Yes, well, Columbia, we did have to leave there in quite a hurry. But we
some reasonable sales.
And what was it you were selling?
Arms, McCarran.
Guns.
O 'Rourke, bring another round.
I didn't mean to pry, but I do a little dealing myself.
Maybe if we became partners, we could open up new markets together.
Towns, counties, then...
Maybe the whole country.
I've seen your bloody dealings in Africa.
That was enough for me.
You can count me out.
That young man has a great deal of knowledge now about us all.
Too much, I think.
I can fix it.
Yes, perhaps you'd better.
Just a minute.
You can use this.
For sure, there's so much shooting goes on around here, another small pop won't
be noticed.
Go with him, O 'Rourke.
And take the shotgun from behind the bar.
Just to be sure.
I don't need anything, sir.
Humor me, lad.
Yeah, I see him. I'll take care of it.
Well, I don't think we need to worry about him anymore.
Maybe not.
That's why I'm here.
To make sure.
Yeah, do it.
I'd be happier if it were you.
Not that I believe that story.
What story?
Oh, it's just a superstition.
Go on, shoot him.
What in the thunder are you talking about?
Oh, they say it's bad luck to shoot a black man.
Not that I believe it.
Go ahead.
Shoot him.
Why should I do it?
Because McCarron sent you to make sure.
Flash your eyes. You do it. Told you it's just superstition. Well, you do it.
on. All right.
Jim, are you so damn hard?
I'm just making it look good.
I wouldn't go down there if I were you. You wouldn't like it.
What do you think you're doing?
To give you a little demonstration.
with that thing.
That was a stupid thing to do.
They're all the same. Defective. You bought yourself a bunch of useless
Happens all the time.
And why are you being so helpful?
Well, McCarran, we are in the same trade.
Oh, they're beautiful.
Yes, a starring performance.
And these babies are going to be the worst of McCary's nightmares.
A MAC -10 submachine gun.
My, oh, that's holy.
A MAC -10.
.45 caliber, selective fire, blowback bolt, cyclic rate of fire, 1 ,200 rounds
per minute.
How much are they?
How many can you let me have?
They're a thousand pounds apiece, minimum order of fifty.
While I'm in a good mood.
Fifty?
Where would I get fifty thousand pounds?
I trust you, McCarran.
You've got till Friday.
And if I can't raise the money?
Well, I may just go into business for myself.
Try that, and you wouldn't live a week.
Oh, I think we can take care of ourselves.
Terrible, evil thing to do.
Shooting up the old people's boss.
What's the matter with you?
You've been moaning around like a lovesick calf all night.
I didn't know about the keys.
About the old folk having keys.
What are you talking about, man? The keys to... Death's door.
And the black man.
It's bad cess to kill a black man.
You're crazy as a loon or rock.
You told me the big fella killed the black man.
But I was with him.
And I made the bomb that killed those old folk.
I'm sick of your blathering.
I'm off to bed.
It's bad luck, I'm telling you.
Aim the projector exactly above the hill.
That's where we want to throw our first image.
And a rook will get his first look at the banshee.
Oh, preserve me up in heaven.
Oh,
heaven
above, protect me. What in heaven's name's going on down here?
What's all the ruckus?
Did you not hear her?
Did you not see the banshee?
I heard a cat howling in the yard. And I heard you gibbering like a fool down
here. What got into you, man?
She came for us, McCarran. The banshee.
We're going to die. Get hold of yourself.
You've got no courage of your own. Take some from a bottle.
We're in trouble, McCarran.
We're profiting from death. The death of the black man. The death of the old
people. And she doesn't like it! Listen to me, O 'Rourke.
I've got an opportunity of getting my hands on weapons the likes of which
they've never seen before. I can make a fortune.
And not you or old people or banshees are gonna stand in my way, understand?
Understand!
They won't give up their guns, the strangers.
You can't afford to buy them.
Then if we have to, we'll just take them.
Timing device, simple but effective.
I think it's time we issued invitations to our two young Irish firebrands.
going to turn around slowly.
And you're not going to need a pitchfork. I'll decide that.
Or will you?
Who I am doesn't matter.
It's what I've got that matters.
And what might that be?
Guns.
Not the rubbish McCarran sells you.
Real guns.
Bought all the guns we can afford.
Michael Skelton can afford them.
What in God's name does that man think he's doing? Building an army?
Why don't you come to the lighthouse and find out?
After dark.
Tonight.
What the hell does Kearney think he's doing?
Starting an army.
Why don't you come to the lighthouse and find out?
Tonight.
After dark.
the land With her hair thrown over her shoulders Tied up
with a black belt
Ask for a glass of lemonade, Mr. McCarran.
You can have whatever you can pay for.
The same applies to information.
What information?
They say that guns are being sold out at the lighthouse after dark tonight.
Guns? Who's selling guns?
You're asking a lot for a glass of lemonade.
Deal and direct with my customers.
What can we do about that?
I'll tell you what we can do about it.
We can go over there tonight and blow them both away.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
They might use those machine guns on us.
Aye.
But we've got one weapon they haven't got, O 'Rourke.
We've got surprise.
Your guest has arrived.
Let me show up with him.
Well, come in, Connie.
I just can't believe your backbone, man.
There's nothing to fear. There's more to fear than you know.
Scott,
come on in.
Connie?
Oh, what's he doing here?
Never let me tell before never Know
what
do you think we do we use sharks and ponies we walk
the hell's going on here? If you guys look under the table, you'll find your
left legs manacled together.
Same as your left hands.
Now, you're not going anywhere, at least not for a while.
I don't know who you maniacs are, but they all are totally... Galton, if you
look up, you'll see a key hanging from the rafter.
It is the key to both sets of handcuffs.
No way, buddy, you'll never reach it. You damn near took the hand off me with
your trying.
What the hell is going on here? And you shut your face, Connie. Shut your face.
Let me explain what's going on.
In about two hours, that candle's going to burn down to the string, and that
key's going to fall on the table.
In the meantime, you guys have two hours to fill in.
Now, you can use that time for one of two things.
You can fight.
Or you can talk.
I'd rather die than talk with the likes of him. And I'll take him with me to
hell. And that's surely where you'll be going.
Gentlemen.
Holy mother.
We brought you here to give you a chance.
A chance to think.
To ask yourselves who benefits from the killing other than McCarran. There's the
dead crying out for vengeance.
Like your grandfather?
My grandfather was a patriot. He died for Ireland.
And what share of Ireland did he get for his patriotism, Jamie?
He got six foot of cold, wet ground on the side of a boggy hill, thanks to the
likes of him.
And you ask me to forget?
No, I don't ask you to forget.
I ask you to talk.
It's up to you.
Baroque's car's broken down by now.
Now it's up to the Banshee to bring them to this ruined church.
Help from the old people.
Did you hear that?
Hear what?
Listen.
Oh, God in heaven.
It's them.
The old people.
It's the old people singing.
Get off, you cowardly car.
Get off!
What's that?
It's her.
Make amends.
I'll run and warn them.
Don't be doing any more of your killing, McCarron. I'm going to put a stop to
it. And then she'll leave me be.
The banshee will leave me be.
I'll warn them. Come back, you coward.
I'm free.
But there'd be no talk.
You'll get no word from me, skeleton.
Time to bring Connie and Sculpin into the act.
No!
No!
No! No!
No! No!
No! No!
No! No!
No!
No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No!
No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
No! No! No! No! No! No!
It's time to ride.
Sean McCarran.
It's time to ride the coach of death.
Don't take me. Give me penance.
Oh, I confess.
I kill the old people that want me to keep the fight going.
Give me penance.
Forgive me.
It was just to sell the guns.
I kill the old people just to sell the guns, that's all.
He's made fools of us.
Kept us fighting so he'd buy his guns.
Murdered innocent old people to do it.
We're as much to blame as he is.
A few minutes and that key will drop.
We'll find McCarran at the old church.
It's something we should do together.
Fine.
And then, maybe, we'll talk.
If you don't mind, I'll walk.
That's exactly what McCarran said.
Next on Mission Impossible.
This ship is infected with computer virus fire.
Abandon ship.
Computer still won't respond.
650 feet, sir. Put this ship about.
You have to proceed as boarded, sir.
Save yourself.
You're so much as plagued. You're a dead man.
Do it. Good night, guys.
My God, I can't see.
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