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Some fell by the wayside.

Some die with a a stranger.

And wise men have told us
their cause was a failure.

But they loved dear old Ireland.

And they,

they never feared danger.

I passed on my way.

God be praised that I met her.

Be my life long or short.

Okay.

- Okay Michael.

In we go.

Okay lads, out.

- Long or short, Mr. Flynn?

- Well it was such a short one last time.

- Land Rover!

- Into the car, quick!

- Encountering fire.

Sector d3.

Who's that?

- His son.

The royal constabulary killed him 1957.

The old man was in the ira too.

Fought the tans.

- Where did you see action, Mr. Tweeney?

Where'd you fight the tans, Mr. Tweeney?

- Cork.

- So did my grandfather.

Third brigade.

Tonberry's outfit.

So was he.

- Do you know Seamus Flaherty?

He was at kilmicheal when
they ambushed the auxiliaries.

- No I didn't, young fella.

Still in cork, is he?

- No, he went to america.

But he's still alive though.

Still a good irishman.

Seamus Flaherty.

You sure you don't remember that name?

His mind is gone.

- You don't remember him?

- Do you know Billy?

My son Billy?

He's a volunteer, you know?

Brave lad he is.

-Nol.

No I don't know him.

Not yet anyway.

- Brave lad.

- Here I'll take it for a while.

- No I'm fine.

- Down!

Bastards.

- Lets get the wires
back across the border.

- Why'd your grandfather ever leave?

He had to.

He shot a policeman during the truce.

- Here we go.

Damn this weather.

Can't tell if it's an army truck or not.

- Name whole villages went
up in a ball of napalm

for less excuse than that.

- Why'd you enlist?

- I thought I'd be
fighting for my country.

- Hey you know what pat
told me the other day?

He said there'd been more
battles lost in the pub

than in the field.

- You're a good lad, Michael.

I'll tell you the truth.

When you joined the unit,
nobody really wanted you.

You know, an American and all that.

This isn't your war.

But you've done all right, Michael.

You've done all right.

- Well, I haven't done much really.

- Well, nor has anybody else.

That's how it is on
this side of the border.

I have a brother who's a singer.

Finbar is his name.

Writes his own songs and plays the guitar.

If you ever get to
Belfast you can meet him.

- Is he in the army?

In the ira?

- Well he is and he isn't.

He's republican of course.

He wants the united Ireland
just like you and me.

But he doesn't believe we
should be using guns for now.

Just politics.

That's where he and I differ.

Anytime we Irish have played
the game using British rules,

we've gotten the worst of it.

But then,

my brother couldn't fight
the battles the way we do.

He's nearly blind.

Yeah.

R I cry once more for a bonny coleen

fl as she waits for her
Danny boy down in Orleans

fl no black in hand patting,
she'll see him no more

fl he left like his father
to settle the score

fl I cried for the mother
who's lost all her sons

fl for the good of all
Erin, they took up the gun

fl but lift up your glasses
for brothers are we

fl and here's to an Ireland
that soon will be free fl

Hey Michael, come on.

More violence in
northern Ireland tonight.

Five people died in a Belfast gunfight.

Three of the victims were schoolchildren.

- Morning Mr. Hadlin.

It's too terrible about those children.

- Okay.

- Father Reagan.

- Just a word Joe before you go in.

About Flaherty.

- You brought that up already?

- No, no, not yet.

It's just if we send Flaherty up north

he might get captured.

Better lock him in tight before he goes.

Get him in so deep he
can't talk himself out.

- Right.

Well Russel will be the safest one

to bring the lad north.

And it might help to get
him a little more respect

from the Belfast units.

- Sounds good.

Look Joe.

I hope it's not necessary.

But we may have to use Flaherty up.

I've been thinking the same.

- Where is the bastard
who owns this place?

- Monte Carlo or Spain.

It's a safe house, Sean.

A gardai would think twice

before sticking their noses in here.

- Makes me bloody sick, so it does.

Never risking a hair on their heads.

Trying to convince
people they want justice

for some poor bugger.

When they're lolling
around in places like this.

On or sooner we have a united Ireland,

we won't have to be dealing
with these bastards, you'll see.

- As all the children were
killed by British bullets,

the brits are gonna
say that the young ones

were shooting at the soldiers?

Is any embarrassing evidence
gonna come out, Sean?

Anything that might berate such a claim?

- Oh we're okay there.

Besides no matter what the brits did

manage to do it more fruitfully but,

- exactly.

People will believe what
they want to believe.

- Lads.

Lads, it seems to me that these shootings,

we should exploit them
rather than retaliate.

What I'm thinking-

- yes, yes that's obvious iver.

But I'd rather see the
British embassy burning again

than a paragraph in
the paper that only the

Boston Irish read.

- We need something different now.

Something that'll not only
keep the momentum going

but give us an opportunity
to collect funds.

- If there had been three
dead American children,

we'd have all the publicity
and funds we need.

- Well if several yanks working
for us now on the border.

You mean,
suppose one of them got killed

by the British?

- Exactly.

- How many yanks are there now, Joe?

- There's four.

Three working out of doneghal

and one in monahan.

Flaherty?

- Aye, Flaherty.

What do you think
American reaction might be

if one of them did get killed?

- Well three in doneghal I'd
imagine there'd be a cheer

in Washington.

Plus you'd never have action in the us.

They blew up a courthouse.

- What about Flaherty?

- He's okay.

Just a lad eager to
have a go at the brits.

Pat's happy with him.

- What's his background Joe?

- Rich daddy.

Thinks he's Irish.

The family sends too much
cash over to have said no

when the boy wanted to join.

His dad's upped his
contributions now that his son

is a volunteer.

- What are you thinking, Paulie?

- Well I'm thinking this.

If we moved young Flaherty up somewhere

where he'd be more exposed,

say Belfast.

And if he was killed or wounded.

Look at the publicity it would get.

What help with all the American Irish

and a hell of a lot of young people too.

Would get coverage on
the television networks.

We could get interviews.

Tell them how Flaherty died
for what he believed in.

- Well that's pretty rough thinking.

The lad must believe in
the movement or he wouldn't

be here.

- It is rough.

It's a bit devious for me but

Paulie may be right.

There's a lot of Irish
lads that have died.

Good lads.

- He'll stick out like
a sore thumb in Belfast.

Specially if he opens his mouth.

- And if the brits manage to lift him?

They'll raise hell in Washington.

And get the us government to tramp down

on groups that support us.

- If you go to the short strand.

That's a nice thought is as anywhere.

A farmer, he'd keep him out of sight.

- Look I'm not saying we
should prop him up to be shot.

But let's get him up there and then see.

- We're going north to lift Billy Stanley.

Stanley?

- Every Wednesday he visits his sister

who has a house just a
mile across the border.

We are gonna lift him and
just walk him back south.

How do we stop him?

- We don't.

Michael and me do.

- Am I in on this?

- You two will be waiting
for us just this side

of the border but it's only Michael and me

that's going north.

What's this guy done?

- He enforces British law.

- Ah yeah.

- Don't think this is my idea.

My choice would be to lift this one.

Same as always.

Together.

Hq want Michael in on this.

From start to finish.

And on the lift.

And on everything.

- Don't worry.

He's a good lad.

He'll be fine.

Bastard that he is.

Let him see the barrel right up close

and touch his face with it.

If he as much as blinks,
blow his brains out.

- Sorry to block your way there.

Got a flat and there's no
Jack or anything in the trunk.

Guess I should have checked
that at the rent a car joint.

Hands on the wheel, mister.

Both hands.

- Hello Mr. Stanley.

- Move to the other side, Mr. Stanley.

- What do you chaps want?

- You know very well
what we want Mr. Stanley.

Just sit still or I'll blow your head off.

- There's nothing legal about this.

You're a kangaroo court.

And if you kill me, it'll be murder.

So why play games?

The ira is illegal here in the south too.

Your own government
puts you people in jail.

- You seem to be a man
of justice, Mr. Stanley.

Perhaps you could
explain how in your court

Michael O'Sullivan.

A man not a member of the ira but catholic

was given an eight years prison sentence

for being found under
possession of three cartridges.

While Ian Patterson, protestant.

And a confessed driver of
a car that carried a bomb

to a catholic pub.

A bomb that later exploded

killing six catholics inside.

Was given a prison sentence
suspended to two years.

And is now walking about a free man.

Is that what you call justice?

- A Sullivan not a member of the ira.

He was as guilty as hell

and didn't have the courage to admit it.

- As I remember, he said
the cartridges were planted

on him as he was arrested.

- Oh rubbish.

And Patterson?

- Ian Patterson admitted his guilt.

Any lawful court in the
world will take that

under consideration.

- You mean to say that
if Michael O'Sullivan

had pleaded guilty,

you would have sentenced him to one year?

Or six months?

Or less?

Rather than the eight years he got?

Even though he is a catholic.

- Use his gun then dump it.

And you better come with me pat.

There's no need for three of you.

- Right.

Ted will be waiting for
you lads with the car.

- Where?

- This way.

Okay Michael.

You wanna do this?

Put another one in him.

Don't worry.

That's the first justice
that bastard ever saw

in his life.

Of course he did it.

He did just fine.

Tougher than I thought.

- All of us had seen a
mate die or blown to bits.

Before we have to put a gun
to the back of somebody's head

and pull the trigger.

- He's going to Belfast.

We have to make sure of him.

What?

He's going to be a bit
obvious there, isn't he?

- Well a farmer will look
after him well enough.

- The short strand, huh?

- I'd like to have seen
the farmer's lovely puss

when he heard that pretty news.

An American in the strand.

- Well he just bloody well proved himself

to be more than an American.

Didn't he?

Michael.

Still want to go north?

Have a go at them in Belfast?

- Yeah.

- Tomorrow.

- Are you kidding?

Belfast?

Okay.

- Look up finbar.

- I'll do it.

The provisional ira has claimed

responsibility for the
killing of William Stanley,

the magistrate from
brookborough county from manor.

The body of the magistrate
was found this morning

near scottshouse county monahan.

The gardai, in cooperation
with the royal astor

constabulary, have detained
Frederick Logan of clonus

for questioning.

And now today's prices
on the cutter market.

- Do you think we'll have any problems

crossing the border in this thing?

- You and me won't be going across.

I'm taking you to one of
the bigwigs over in dontagh.

He'll run you over.

I don't think there'll be any problem.

He goes back and forth everyday.

Wishful thinking, that.

- What, is the food no good?

- Ah, the food's all right.

But he doesn't have any sons.

Or daughters.

- He's here.

- Thanks.

- Welcome to the movement.

- It's good to be here.

- I've just given up smoking.

These are the only thing that help.

Would you like one?

- No.

- Well, come on in.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I'm Mary.

You must be Mike.

Why don't you come in?

- Thank you.

- I'll pop down to the office and lock up.

I'll be right back.

- Well don't dally down there now, dear.

We have to be leaving soon.

We have a function to cater for.

200 people.

2 pounds a head.

Why don't you take a seat there?

I'm just going to make a cup of tea.

- Uh, no.

Okay, anything you got is fine.

- There's a telly there in the front room.

I think there's an
American film on later on.

Here Don now have a look.

Ah, here we are.

Yeah, it's just on right
after the six o'clock news.

Doris day and rock Hudson
in the pajama game.

I do hate missing that.

Doris day now, she's one of
your finer actresses isn't she?

Rock Hudson.

So romantic and gentle.

Just love his voice.

- I guess they're okay.

Never really thought about it that way.

- I'll make up your bed for you now.

I hope you don't mind used sheets.

I got broke if I sent
them out to be laundered

every time.

- Don't worry about it.

Former sklp storm
and senator Patrick obrien,

and miss Irene Newman, a
protestant of kremlin road Belfast

have been found murdered near
Belfast oldergrove airport

this evening.

A few hours ago, Belfast
iuc headquarters received

a telephone call from a
man who identified himself

as captain black of the uff.

He reported the killings and then said,

and I quote,

we are not going to stand by and watch

while those ira animals murder
people like Billy Stanley.

There will be more deaths in reprisal.

The murders appear to be ritual killings.

Miss Newman's body bore
the marks of more than

20 stab wounds.

And senator o'brien had been
stabbed more than 30 times

in the head and chest and his throat cut.

- Don't worry about the border.

It's very different from
what you might imagine.

- No I'm not thinking about that.

What's the uff?

- Uff.

Ultra freedom fighters.

Extreme protestant paramilitaries.

Real bastards.

But o'brien was playing
a very dangerous game.

He was trying to build Bridges, you know?

A bit of a red if you ask me.

He should have known what he was risking.

- 30 stab wounds and a cut throat?

Was that it?

We just crossed the border?

That's right.

But that post back there
is not manned anymore.

Too much of a target.

- What, don't they stop
and check the cars?

Sometimes.

You never can tell.

- It's a fine day, sergeant.

- Nice and dry it is.

Would you step out and open up the boot?

- Sure.

Here you are.

- And where are you heading, sir?

- Oh just up to neury.

This young man here is on
a visit from the states.

- May I see your passport please?

- Sure.

- Well Mr. Flaherty.

Don't let a few madmen
spoil your stay here.

And when you get back home,

be sure to mention the good things.

- Okay.

Who were those guys?

Are they British?

- Well, yes and no.

That's the udr.

The ultra defense regiment.

They're all protestant for most.

And they don't much like the ira.

- Bang!

- Go on!

Search the bastard!

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

You should be looking
out for cars when you go

flying around on the streets like that.

- Are you hurt, iver?

- Nah.

- And who are you to tell a child

where he should be playing?

- He knows we always play in the street.

And anyway he was going too fast!

- Now you go home now and look
before crossing the street!

- Look, look I'm sorry.

But I did manage to miss him didn't I?

- And bloody lucky you did.

Are you too busy planning
war to be watching the street

in front of you?

Boy that sure was alive one.

- And he's damn lucky to be alive.

We'll walk from here.

Or if we meet a patrol just keep walking.

- Okay.

- Here we are.

- Hello John Russell.

- Hello gran.

- Not much security.

It's like anybody could walk in here.

- Don't you believe it.

I venture six people saw us come in here.

And any one of them could
have sounded the alarm.

We'd both been strangers.

- That's good.

- Tony's around here somewhere too.

Probably around the back.

And you still have to get past granny.

- You must be kidding.

- It's her husband's.

- The British gave them six
medals in the first world war

and hanged him in 1920.

- All right.

You can go in now.

- Thanks gran.

- Alone.

You young man.

Sit down over there.

- Hq is having difficulty
with funds from the states.

They want military targets

to make the fundraising easier.

- You tell the hq that if I had more guns

and less dynamite,

my aim would be more selective.

- The yank seems to be
a special kind of lad.

- Special believer I'd imagine.

- All the same.

I'm sure he'd be a help here.

- Any one can be a help here.

So long as they're willing
to risk their necks.

- Ah, how's it going, lads?

- Can't complain.

- Good, good.

Nice to see you Ken.

- You too.

- Well done.

- Tell your yank to wait.

I'll see him later.

- Sure, sure.

I'll see you tomorrow then, huh?

Not yet, Michael, he's still busy.

But he'll see you later.

Somebody will take you
over to Mrs. Corcoran's

after you've talked to him.

- Are you gonna be around?

- Yeah, till tomorrow.

But I'll see you before I leave.

Keep your head down.

Good luck.

- Same to you.

- I wouldn't be surprised
if it freezes tonight.

Goodnight gran.

- What's the soap for?

- Makes them better.

My brother always makes them that way.

So there's two each.

Now we'll all meet here at eight.

And don't be late.

- Mom won't let me out after dark.

I'll sneak out though.

I won't be missing this.

- When do I do it?

- Don't get too anxious.

Just lay your hands on the British slr.

They want a British slug
dug out of him to get one.

- No trouble.

- Then stash it.

I'll tell you when.

There's no guarantee that any of us

is gonna be around when
the order comes to off him.

Right.

- Take him over to Mrs. Corcoran's.

And he's to stay out of sight.

I don't want to see him until I need him.

Got that?

- Right.

- On your way then.

- Hello Tony.

- Gran.

You're the yank?

- Michael Flaherty.

- Tony coil.

- So when do I meet him?

- He didn't say.

But he wouldn't would he?

Announce his move in advance, I mean.

- Hello Tony.

This is my nephew?

- That's him.

All the way from america.

Michael Flaherty.

- Never was a Flaherty
in any of our family.

Well, there's not point in stand out here.

Come in to the living room with you.

- Okay, thank you.

- Let's have some light.

You'll take a fry?

- No, no thank you.

- What about you, Tony?

You'll be want a bit of liver
with your tea, won't you

- have you got a rasher?

- No, just liver.

- Aye, fair enough.

- James conley.

- Aye.

- It's all right.

That's Siobhan.

I know her knock.

- Something's burning.

Stacy and Joe.

And he said that danswell sends his love.

- God knows.

Maybe my prayers will
be answered sometime.

The days go by very slow without him.

- Sure they can't keep him
there forever auntie Ivy.

- Ah they could keep you
locked up as long as they like,

bastards.

Come on in.

- Actually I'm on a bit of a hurry.

- Ah come on and have a cup of tea.

Someone inside you should be meeting.

This is Michael Flaherty from america.

Michael's over here to help us.

- How you doing?

- Holy god, my liver.

Thank you Tony.

- Did you leave your palm
trees to come over here

and help us?

Are you donating blood
to the hospital then?

- Actually there aren't
any palm trees in Detroit.

It's a lot like Belfast,
a little bit bigger.

- But not worse.

In fact things are so good over there,

there's not much to be done.

Go back to america.

We don't need any more gunmen
here like that one there.

- I'm not a gunman.

All right?

I came here to contribute
what I can to the cause.

- Oh yes of course, a cause.

And you want to be a down
payment for the next generation,

do you?

- That's a sick way to put it.

But maybe somebody in the next
generation will be my son.

- Well that's hoping you live
long enough to have a son.

And even if you do live through it,

that you won't have so
much blood on your hands

that you know how to stop shooting

when there aren't any
British soldiers left.

- Now, now.

What's going on here?

- University.

Siobhan's got herself full
of dreams of another life.

She's gonna slip out of
this place by the back door.

That's what they're teaching her.

- See that, Michael Flaherty?

That's the way people who are
only good at pulling triggers

think here.

Hate.

They hate everyone who isn't
doing what they're doing.

You probably haven't seen a good man

die for nothing yet.

But I wouldn't touch that animal.

And it doesn't take
long to get where he is.

Sorry aunt Ivy.

- It's all right, love.

- Hey.

You know
what she needs, don't you?

Too good for anyone here, she is though.

But, in for a surprise one
of these days I say though.

- Yeah.

- Oh Christ.

Come in.

- Right.

- They're still a bit damp, sir.

- Well done, sergeant.

- Thank you sir.

- Has he left yet?

- No sir, he's still here.

- Now put me through them will you?

- Yes?

- Oh percival here again sir.

- Yes, Nigel what is it?

- Well it's just that I can't help feeling

that they'd only bring
in a yank for something

really special.

It'd be much too risky otherwise.

And it appears he was in
monahan before coming here, sir.

My informant hasn't been wrong yet.

- All right Nigel, just increase
the patrols in that area

tonight and check with bosby
at the American embassy

in the morning.

He's a good man.

Oh, does your yank have a name?

- Yes sir.

It's Michael Flaherty.

- Good.

- Thank you sir.

- Green, you're
on patrol tonight.

- Patrol?

- Yes green, patrol.

You've got exactly one minute
to collect your equipment

and be in the yard.

Move!

All loaded sir.

- Very well, sergeant.

Did you bring matches?

- Nah.

Siobhan was in the kitchen.

Couldn't get any.

- Rey, let's go.

Come on.

There's where those bastards
were shooting from last week.

Let's go.

Throw them in as they are.

Spread out!

- Reds!

- Mercy god, who's dead now?

Must be the old store.

Get rid of the bastards for me.

Kill the bastards!

God bless you lads.

- Flaherty!

Back inside.

- Jesus Christ.

It's a fucking kid.

Hold your fire until you've got a target.

Cover me!

- Hold that.

Tell the boys I'm gonna cross.

I wanna get that rifle.

Get down to the radio!

Get that bastard!

- How's Siobhan?

- Should have been watching him, she says.

Thinks it was all her fault.

Pain makes people feel like that.

We all blame ourselves first.

Then you start hating.

Hating.

Praying to god to live long enough to see

the bastards pay for their crimes.

- Wish to hell I could
start doing something.

Anything.

- You're very like him you know.

My Gerald I mean.

He always wanted to keep moving too.

- Hey, that's Emmett.

Emmett and finbar Donovan.

They were all great friends.

Look at those guys.

- I had lunch with the brigadier today.

He's talking about the sas again.

They leave a
bloody mess as they always do.

It'll take us six months to
get back to where we are now.

- When things get out of
control like the other night

and 12 year olds get killed,

we become the best recruiting organization

the ira could hope for.

- Yes.

But if the sas move in
they'd be lucky to have five

dead children by next week.

The ira won't have enough guns to hire

all their new members.

- Information, Nigel.

Information is what we need more of.

We must strike with lethal
accuracy every time.

And I mean every time, Nigel.

Without proper information,
we're as graceful

as a bloody herd of
elephants in a snowdrift.

I managed to put the
brigadier off his sas idea

for the moment.

-Ah.

- But he won't wait for long.

He's expecting results.

And soon.

- I see.

- I suggest we put more
pressure on the strand.

You say your informant there
has never been wrong yet?

That's true, yes.

- He's only telling us what he's sure of.

I want him in deeper than that.

I want you to pick his brains.

Then we'll decide what
to do with the pieces.

- I see your point sir.

- Now thing, lift the
first one of those bastards

you can lay your hands on.

Dammit man, we've gotta
stop photographing him

and start nailing him
down and making him talk.

And use the police for the lift.

We can't afford a mess at this point.

- Right, sir.

- Now what about the yank?

What have you found out?

- Vietnam war veteran.

Discharged honorably from the us army

about six months ago.

He had no technical
specialities in the army

so there's no clue there.

His family lived in Detroit.

They're wealthy, well connected.

Probably second or third
generation immigrants.

And I think what we have
here is just another idealist

who's found another cause that fits him.

Probably trying to make up
for something he didn't feel

in Vietnam.

- Well-connected, you say?

- Yes.

And his family probably
make large contributions

to the various Irish relief organizations.

As far as my information
goes, he hasn't been seen

on the street since he arrived.

Nor has he been involved
in any operations.

Yet.

It seems to confirm the
notion that he's being saved

for something special.

- Be careful, Nigel.

We can't afford a
situation which will give

the Irish American press
just what they need

to triple the ira's funds.

We've been
doing mostly local patrols

for months, and then one day,

It's on,
we're off for the border.

Our turn for
a stint on border patrol.

Although it was a break
from the routine, it was no-

On our toes.

It was the fastest,
toughest 48 hours some of us

had ever spent.

But when you're helping to
put a stop to terrorism.

- What made you go come to the scene now?

Oh my god.

That's Liam Riley's place.

- Finbar.

- Who are you?

What do you want here?

- Michael Flaherty.

I'm staying with Mrs. Corcoran.

- I never saw you before.

And I live across the street from her.

- Oh you bastard!

- Hold it.

Hold it!

Best get out of here.

The police will be here in a minute.

- Christ!

- Back to Mrs. Corcorans.

This time you're gonna stay there.

- I heard the explosion.

- You're made to obey orders.

- When the hell am I
gonna meet the farmer?

- How long ago was he lifted?

- About four or five hours.

- His wife hasn't seen him
since he left the house

this morning.

And last time I saw him
was a couple of hours

after the explosion.

About noon.

Nobody's seen him since.

- Double patrol the other night.

Liam and all his jelly.

And now Quinn lifted.

We have a leak.

You reckon?

- Two bullseyes in a few hours.

That's more than luck.

Losing Liam and all the
jelly he was sitting on

knocks the hell out of us.

He breathed the bloody stuff.

Well if you think that was an accident,

how can you explain that
they managed to lift Quinn

from right under our very
noses in broad daylight?

Oh no.

It's a leak we have.

So we have to scrap all the
operations we've planned.

And for new projects
with the jelly we have,

eyes open, mouth shut.

And then when the fucker
shows his first hair,

he can start praying.

- Oh it's you father Jameson.

This is a nice surprise.

Won't you come in?

- Mrs. Corcoran, I'm looking for Siobhan.

Is she here?

- She is indeed, father.

Come on in.

- Thank you.

- It's about the masses for little iver.

I couldn't really trouble
her poor mother about that.

- No.

- Tell me, how is Siobhan faring?

- That poor child's been
in a terrible state, father

but thanks be to god,

I think things have taken
a turn for the better.

Do you really
want to change the world?

- No, I think it's great
just the way it is.

- Siobhan, it does the soul
good to hear that laugh.

And who is this young man
I've never seen in my church?

- Michael Flaherty.

- American.

- Yeah.

- That explains it.

I can't be expected to draw
them in from so far away.

Can I now?

And tell me, what brings
you to the hell of Belfast,

Michael.

- Michael's over here to help us.

- Are you now?

Are you a doctor then?

- Ha, get away with you father.

I was making tea.

Will you stay and have a cup?

- Yes I will, thank you.

Give me a chance to get better acquainted

with the newest member of my parish.

Seeing as how I lost two more today.

Maybe you're more interested
in souls like myself.

- I'm out of sugar father, I'll
just pop across to the shop.

Won't be a minute.

- I believe I've got it now.

You're a man of reason.

I should have guessed that before.

There's a reason we're in shortest supply

up in northern Ireland.

- I'm here to do something that the church

never got around to doing.

Helping these people.

- Helping kill more.

- He hasn't killed anyone
and that's more than you

can say for the British.

- Sure, British.

It's no wonder people turn to the ira.

Any port in the storm.

Are you turning that way now, Siobhan?

Go home to america.

You'll only add to the madness here.

We have enough killers as it is.

- You know you're nothing but a parasite?

Living off death and fear.

- Living off death?

So that's what you call it?

- Yeah.

You may as well be British, man.

In fact when they go, you're
gonna have a tough time

filling your church.

You'll be out scouting for Americans then.

- Well I'll tell you
something Michael Flaherty.

From the sound of it you'll
fit in very well here

with all your hatreds.

God only knows we have
enough of the likes of you.

Godless men with all the answers.

And guns in their hands.

And blood, the street's slick with it.

And your kind wading through
just looking for glory.

- Pass the plate.

That's not me.

I'm not looking for glory.

I just know who my enemy is.

And there's something sweet in that.

It has nothing to do with hate.

It's more like a job.

Without doubts.

I don't have any doubts, father.

- Your kind's worst enemy are yourselves.

- Oh no, you can see my
enemy any day of the week.

British soldiers marching
up and down your street.

You say the wrong thing,
you stick your head

out at the wrong moment
and they'll blow it off.

Legally.

- And you think when
you change the uniforms,

the rules change too?

- No, not the rules.

Just the reasons.

And that's more than enough for me.

- I won't be long now father.

Won't you sit down.

I'm sure you've been on your feet all day.

- On my knees with Liam Riley's mother.

Living off death.

- Father.

She probably can't afford sugar.

Why don't you do without this time?

- I know you have a sweet tooth father.

- Nothing.

Laquerte and I questioned
him for six hours

without a break.

Then he managed to slip out a razor blade

concealed in his collar and
slashed himself to bits.

I had no choice but to
send him off to hospital.

- Nothing about the explosion?

Nothing about the American?

- Not a word.

The worst of it is, my
informer's now in a blind panic.

It's just that lifting this Quinn chap

is sure to make them
suspect they have a leak.

- What's he think we're paying him for?

To sit in the living
room and watch the telly?

- I have an idea.

I mean if they are aware they have a leak

and we can make them
believe that the American

is to blame,

well that will cover
our man for the moment.

Then when they dispose of the American,

our Irish American executed by the ira.

If the matter was correctly
handled by the press.

- Mister made a hell of a noise in here.

More like a scream.

- Think the brits knew what
was going on over there?

- No idea.

Not sure who but Liam
knew what was going on.

Came in here everyday.

Always asking me to sing tiperarry.

- Poor devil.

I bet he'd never even been to tiperarry.

- Probably not.

But from the way he went,

I'd say there's a bit
of him there right now.

- Yeah.

I better be off.

What do you charge for these?

- Four limits sir, five p each.

- All right.

Good luck, finbar.

Fihmmm

fl death looms above the town

fl seeking victims

fl silently

fl unseen

flhmmm

fl children come to you the night

Flhmmm

r we feel the corpses

fl silent helpless

fl scream fl

- It's a nice life.

Sleeping all day.

And you might as well stay put.

You can spend a whole day there

as far as the farmer's concerned.

He's busy.

- Hey Tony.

You can tell the farmer
that if he doesn't have

anything for me I'll pack
up and go where I'm needed.

- Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you.

You saw what can happen the other day.

- You just tell the farmer that
I'm tired of waiting around.

And tell him I wanna see finbar.

- Finbar.

- Is that bad for you?

Him seeing you here?

- Bad for them?

I should think with the
picture he'll paint,

he might even get them
to find some use for you.

- Accidents do us more
damage than the British.

- What makes you think it was an accident?

- Do you mean to tell me
that the brits got in there,

managed to blow that building
and Liam Riley's bones

to bits

without anyone seeing them go in or out?

It's a bit farfetched.

- How did they manage to
lift Quinn without a trace?

It's quite simple.

We have a leak.

- Could be.

What about Quinn?

- Might have been convenient
to get lifted like that.

Just after the explosion.

- Quinn is in the hospital half dead.

Laquerte didn't get a word out of him.

- By the way,

what's this about the
yank getting roughed up?

And why don't you tell
the locals who he is?

Look, I don't rub elbows with hq stuff.

I'm fighting a war.

So you just do what you're
supposed to be doing, right?

Keeping hq informed.

And getting us the equipment we need.

So far I haven't been blinded
by astonishing results.

So just leave Ronan's sea brigade to me.

- Hello Tony.

Hello there.

- Patrol.

Hello Ross, hello.

- Coil.

Take yourself over to Hughes.

Strip together enough jelly to make a good

sales package.

I want it ready for tomorrow morning.

- What about detonators?

They're already over there.

- Right.

I'm off then.

You know finbar?

Well I worked with his brother Emmett

down south.

- Emmett.

This is a war, Mr. Flaherty.

- Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I came halfway around the
world to fight in this war.

It's something I believe in.

It's something I'm willing
to risk my life for.

You can't stuff me in a house like this.

- You saw what happened out there.

Who's gonna lead you around?

- How about you?

Why can't I start working with you?

All you gotta do is let
the locals know I'm okay.

After that, I can take care of myself.

- Look, after the other day,

everybody knows who you are.

You're lucky I happened along.

Very lucky.

- Yeah.

What did you bring me up here for?

- Look, get Siobhan to
take you over to finbar.

And I don't care how willing
you are to take risks.

I don't want you stopped by a patrol.

Is that clear?

- Yes, fine.

So when do I start work?

- Soon enough, Flaherty.

Soon enough.

- He looks like a good lad.

And he's been working with Emmett.

Why don't we use him at the rail yard?

- I don't like the idea
of dead Americans Nigel.

We're getting enough problems
from america as it is.

You think you can get the ira to kill him

which is fine.

But if they thought
the British army killed

one of their citizens,

that would make it very difficult.

Very difficult indeed.

- Sir, they're planning a big operation.

The sort of operation I'm
sure they've been saving

this American for.

And this is our chance to
hit them from all sides.

I think we could take out
that whole short strand unit

in a night.

- Okay Nigel.

It's worth a try.

- Thank you sir.

- And one more thing.

- Yes?

- The police do the first stage.

Pickup.

- Laqeuerte has put a special
branch unit at my disposal.

- Very well Nigel.

But if this blows up in our faces,

the brigadier will have my head.

And I'll have yours.

Have I made myself clear?

- Yes sir.

- You got the numbers?

- Sure.

Keep an eye out.

Belfast telegraph.

- Hello there.

There's a bomb, doneghal place.

Fifteen minutes.

Hello?

Could you repeat that?

- Okay.

There's a bomb.

Doneghal street.

Fifteen minutes.

- Violence won't work in oster.

We're outnumbered two to one.

We lose that way.

And the idea is to win.

- Win what?

You're not gonna get a
thing from the British

that you don't take.

Who started the violence?

Who shot Siobhan's little brother?

The ira?

Uh-uh.

- Oh Micheal you're sounding
very much the irishman.

Slipping into the past like that.

Always the past, never the future.

Past is easy.

It's horrible enough that
no irishman can be blamed

for lingering there but it's not enough.

It's not enough.

- Well, from what I've seen
you won't get the brits

out of here with that song.

You're sounding
more Belfast by the minute.

- Oh hell.

Belfast.

I'd like to go back to monahan.

- They'd put a bullet through
your knee if you did that.

You'd be a deserter.

- Well they sure were anxious
enough to get me up here

in a hurry.

I'm sick of waiting around here.

Two weeks of waiting around doing nothing.

- Oh from what I can see, blind as I am,

doesn't seem like you two
have been exactly idle.

- Look Michael, the
farmer can't use someone

who doesn't know Belfast.

- Well, I'm not gonna get to know Belfast

stuck away at Mrs. Corcoran.

- Being stuck away like that
is part of life in Belfast.

Here we go again.

- It's the same as usual.

We got out of the area
and I phoned two warnings.

The telegraph and the army.

Are you sure
you made the two calls?

- I'm sure.

- What about getting the place wrong?

The papers said that whoever made the call

said doneghal place not street.

- I said doneghal street.

I made two calls.

And I told them both where the bomb was.

Do you think I wanna be blowing up people?

I'm not sure they're protestants.

The papers are wrong.

All right Tony, you can go.

- It's him, isn't it?

- Maybe.

One thing's sure.

He's used up.

- He's looking that way.

- It's a good job he doesn't
know about the rail yards.

- Hold it there granny.

Easy now.

We don't want anyone running
with warnings, do we?

- Okay you.

You're going on a wee trip.

- Me?

Have you got a warrant?

Have you got a warrant?

- We do, surely.

I'll bet you're a wizard read.

Come on.

- All right on your way granny.

Away on, go on.

- What's that?

- It's a warning.

Must be a raid going on.

I better get home.

Michael.

Michael.

- What's the noise for?

- They've lifted finbar.

God protect him.

- Finbar?

- He set the timer but made the call.

The brits must be lying.

Tony coil.

Is he the leak?

- I don't know.

He's used up anyway.

He could have said doneghal place.

I wouldn't put it past him.

- Can we trust him to do Flaherty?

- He'd be delighted.

Make you sick, the way
he loves that trigger.

But he's the man for you all right.

- Well then.

It'll be his last job.

Is it wise for you to be off on this job?

- Well it's better than
hanging around here.

Putting bullets into yanks.

So that those brilliant men in hq

can play their television war.

And that bollocks Russell.

What's he always been
sent around here for?

- He's been sucking hangner's
elbow for quite a while now.

But he's good.

Don't happen to beyond stuff.

Don't let them get on your nerves.

Ignore him.

- But if he starts giving
orders here one day,

by Jesus I'd emigrate.

- Finbar's been lifted.

- We know, Tony.

I have a job for you tonight.

You still have that army slr?

- Sure.

Flaherty?

-Afterwards I'll launch
you over at the brigade

for a few weeks.

- He wants to watch.

He's afraid his cover might be blown.

Wants to make sure this scheme will work.

- Oh I don't mind.

He's working for me too, isn't he?

That one wouldn't recognize his own mother.

If she were standing right
there in front of him.

That's enough of that.

Take the straps off, now.

You know why you're
here, you teague bastard.

- No.

- Tell us about the bomb factory.

Right across from that
shitty little shop of yours.

Who used it?

They were in and out of
your place all the time.

I don't know.

- Where do they use now?

- I don't know.

- Now look at me when I'm
talking you little cunt.

Look at me.

Hmm.

Look at me.

That's rich.

All right get him up.

Put him on the chair.

Would you like a fag?

Stokes is there still
some tea in that pot?

- Yes sir.

- Well give him another cup then.

Oh and move his chair up to the table.

It's there right in front of you.

Don't you want any more tea, lad?

- Changed my mind.

- Oh, that's up to you.

I mean if you don't want
it, you don't want it.

Like playing the guitar, I hear tell.

Pity you lost that.

It's about all you had left, wasn't it.

- Well, we certainly can't complain

about Flaherty's information.

He's put us right on
the button every time.

- Damn shame Quinn pulled that razor.

I almost had him.

- Doesn't matter.

With what Flaherty's told us about farmer

and the c brigade, we'll
be able to clean up

the whole strand.

In two days at the most.

- I don't think this
bastard knows anything.

- No, neither do I.

Better let him go.

- Right.

Okay.

I'd have to get him to sign
something about his hand

stepped over his feet or something.

- Right.

- Okay.

We're gonna let you go.

We'll get a doctor to
take a look at your hand.

A nasty fail you had there.

Very nasty.

That'll set all right.

You'll be playing the
guitar again no time.

- Oh my.

- What did you say?

- It wasn't Flaherty.

- What wasn't?

- The informer.

It wasn't Micheal.

- Who was it then?

- He's standing over there.

With his parliaments.

John Russell.

- You sure they always
change the guard at 8:15?

- It's been that way as
far back as the watchman

can remember.

- Then something's wrong.

Look!

- Jesus.

- Perfect trap.

Russell.

Remember that.

If any of us comes out of this.

- Is Michael up?

- He is.

Going to have a go, aren't you Tony?

-I am.

- Micheal.

Michael.

- Come on.

Should be a few patrols around.

We'll scout out, see what we can find.

- But where's my weapon?

Tony.

Look, we're both fighting
for the same thing, okay?

- Sure.

- Okay.

- Hear about finbar being lifted?

- Yeah.

- What do you think they want with him?

- What the fuck do you think
they want with Ireland?

You move along this side
there, see what you can see.

Right?

Okay.

See anything?

- No.

- What the?

- Hq doesn't want you around.

You're more use to us dead.

It's public relations.

You get it?

It's a British bullet.

You'll never make it.

- I never saw this coming, you know?

I gotta see Emmett.

- You can't do that.

- Why not?

I know he's not in on this.

- For god's sake Michael,
don't you understand?

If they decided you had to die
there was a reason for that.

And you shot the man that's sent to do it.

Now you can't change that.

You've got to run!

- No way.

- Anybody looking for you will expect you

to head south to the republic
so we'll go north to larn

and you can catch the ferry to Scotland.

That way you won't have
to cross any borders.

- Words.

- What do you mean words?

- I hear your words.

Public relations.

- Hey, watch where you're going, cunt.

- Don't tempt me man.

Don't fucking tempt me!

Hey, hey!

Fuck you!

- It's alright Micheal, it's not that far.

We better get off the street.

Tickets please.

- What?

- I left my prints on Tony's pistol.

- Tickets please.

The army got a couple of
terrorists back there.

- You'll be all right, won't you?

- No.

No I won't.

- Ah Siobhan, please don't.

Don't.

- I'm sorry Mike.

I don't want to make things worse.

- Hey Siobhan,

you' n h come w0 7, u t you.

- Yes of course I will.

Now go.

- That's fine sir.

- Thank you sir.

- Michael?

Michael!

- Hi Jenny.

- Michael, I knew you'd be back.

I'm so sorry.

- What are you sorry about?

- Your grandfather.

Don't you know?

- No.

- Michael.

Micheal.

Micheal, it's not healthy
you're grieving like this.

Come down and get something to eat.

Please.

You need something in your stomach.

- I'll be down.

I'm far away.

You don't believe that do you?

- Everyone knows I helped you get away.

- Well I'm sending you,

I'm gonna send you an airplane ticket.

Siobhan.

Please, Siobhan, please don't cry.

Please.

I just want you to come be with me.

- If I come I'll never be
able to come back here.

- Well in a couple of
days we're gonna have

to work this thing out.

My grandfather's dying.

I don't know.

There's just so many things.

- Yes I will.

But you've got to give me some time.

I do too.

I do too.

- Bastards!

Bastards!

You filthy bastards!

Michael.

Michael.

- Grandpa.

I'm right here.

Right here grandpa.

Can you hear me?

- Did you kill lots of those
British bastards for me?

- Yeah.

Just like you said it would be.

- Did they remember me? The lads?

Did they remember?

- Yeah.

They sure did.

They sure did.

You know Sean tweeney?

Berry's collum?

He remembered you.

- Sean tweeney.

He remembered me?

- Oh yeah.

He remembered a lot of the stories

that you used to tell me.

And all the great things that you did.

He said he never knew a better
man than Seamus Flaherty.

- And I fooled them all, haven't I?

- What do you mean?

- Fool them?

Everybody.

You.

- Me.

- Yeah.

It was a stepping stone,
that's what it was.

Collins Collins always called it about me.

He was right.

- What are you talking about?

Stepping stone?

What do you mean by fooled?

- They captured me.

They captured me, said
they'd lash me to a mine.

A mine if I didn't help them.

So I helped them.

And then they told me
that I had to help more.

And more.

Or they'd tell everybody
I was an informer.

- This is a dream?

It's a dream you had?

- No, no.

- Well grandpa, you
know what you're saying?

- Yeah.

- You're telling me that
you were an informer?

Grandpa.

- So they remembered me.

- Nobody had ever heard of you.

Nobody.

- It's all the same isn't it?

It means that nobody knows.

Except me and now you.

You and me.

- Well did you tell the others
that they had forced you

to talk?

Did they not understand that or something?

- Understand what?

- That you'd been forced to talk.

They can't blame you for that.

- By the time I got out,

time I got out it was too late.

They'd already, they'd
already hanged Billy.

My best friend.

They shot paddy too.

Besides which I got to thinking.

Maybe, maybe it wasn't such a bad treaty.

You can't fight forever.

- Why did you tell me all those stories

when I was a kid?

I went over there to be like you.

I've always wanted to be like you!

I thought you were a great man!

- I had to.

I owed.

I don't wanna die owing.

- What, me?!

You owed my life?!

Why not?

Why not, lady?

What's the matter with you?

Did I do something wrong to you?

Did I do something to you?

I'm very sorry.

I'm just walking here, okay?

I'm sorry sir,

I can't get you a Belfast number now.

All the overseas circuits are busy.

- Try it again.

Sir, the circuits are all busy.

- Try it again.

Look sir, I can't be trying this

all daylong.