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It's almost impossible to get thrown out the guards.

Unless you become a public disgrace, they'll tolerate most anything.

Search yourself. I'm sorry.

Hey, is the government back?

Is that so?

Leave it, Jack.

Jack! Jack,

it's the minister!

Please, Jack,

back off.

Where's the fire?

Get out!

Have you any idea who you're talking to?

Yeah, you're the gobshite that screwed the nurses.

Brazen pop, I have your job.

Do you know what's gonna happen now?

Yeah, I know exactly what's gonna happen now.

The only thing I was ever good at in my life was finding things.

Now, as an ex-cop, I had to use this skill to make a living.

Do you like that, Richard?

Jack, hey! What are you doing?

Hey, Ola, I found your burglar.

What, that was last month, and you said...

Call it a finder's fee.

I don't come cheap.

Sirs, I'm sorry.

Thought you were...

Gone? Yep.

Super had me write a letter.

He wants that coat back.

Does he know?

Too bad. Once a guard, always a guard.

To be a finder requires patience and pig stubbornness.

The matter is my strongest point.

Jack, I know your father, Paddy.

Paddy Taylor. Man of subtlety and taste, is he not?

He had his moments.

One deduces from the use of the past tense that he's no longer

with us or worse in England.

Dead. He's dead.

Dead. I

am indebted to you, young dealer.

It has been many of the miles since I was offered a fellow pilgrim's

hanky. What's your biddy?

Perhaps? No, no, no.

You keep it.

There's no need to get notions.

Just because you're famous.

Jack, for the times.

Cute. Something.

My old drinking buddy back in town.

I jinx coming, no doubt.

Jack! Jack Taylor!

Amigo! Something you're bollocks.

Stealing my image, you bad bastard.

Steal my soul, why don't you?

Hey, some of us are going to make a living.

I'm an artist.

This art is more like.

Yeah. Shall we?

Yeah. They're coming to take

you away, huh?

I'm going to the park.

Sorry, it's an official press

now, Lonnie.

Face it, Jack, I don't want you anymore.

It's the same spot, isn't it?

Yeah. Right here, the last girl in the spot.

I'm shocking what the kids are giving up, Tom.

It's the drugs.

Come on, clear the way now.

So what is it we can go away?

Something in the water?

There's four girls in the river in as many months.

No doubt Clancy's on the case.

Who's these people back here?

Everybody back, please.

Everybody back. We'll see you here.

They say that God weighs the graveyard of ambition, but these girls haven't

lived long enough to realize the ad-ne.

You miss it, Jack?

What? The gods.

I don't know.

Miss the paratroopers.

Miss the killing.

As an entrepreneur and a collector, let me stress

that we should not forget the symbiotic relationship between

the business community and the art world.

Creativity needs feeding.

Business needs inspiration.

I declare this superb exhibition open.

Yay! Whoo! Cheers.

Thank you. Kind people of Goreway, thank you for your support

and, more particularly, for purchasing some of my work.

You may have noticed that one of the paintings, the one in the window there, is

not for sale.

I could never sell that painting because it's of my very precious friend, Jack

Taylor. I'd also like to thank my good friend and patron for his great

taste in promoting my work, our local tycoon, Trevor Lampert.

Lampert, why are you dipping your toes in his dirty water?

Come on, I'm an impoverished artist.

Michael Hanslow had the pope when I got in.

So your painting is healing too, then?

Psh. Impoverished? Yeah.

Poverty's relative.

Please, would you sign?

No, I most certainly will.

I'm telling you, you're gonna take your coat off at the dance.

Maybe, how would I dance otherwise?

Ah, Jesus, Jack, we're here to drink.

Oh, let's go back to the pub, then.

No, no, no, no, no.

I miss the ambience.

Anyway, you're more predictable when you're drunk.

Something that is worse is better than most people at their best.

Or now, typical.

All over you in tents and then gone into the night.

Sometimes for years.

Let go of your prick!

Get off me!

You wanted me to give him a blowjob for 20 euro.

So not a killer, just a regular slime ball, then.

Serge, you're Sergeant Taylor.

Yeah, and you're the new guy, Kate, isn't it?

You were on the way in when I was on the way out.

Oh, God, Spam!

Neither can I!

Shouldn't we, uh...

No, you're off duty.

Just ask them to rescue the drowning rat.

Get to the hell!

I can't swim!

Hey! Guard the gate, Lule.

There's a mangun in the river.

I need urgent assistance.

Okay. Okay, thanks.

They're all their way.

Serge? Jack. It's Jack.

Look, I'm not chicken or anything.

Would you mind walking me home?

Oh, oh. Pete, come on.

Oh, thanks. Good God!

Where are you going?

Come on.

Drink? Yeah.

See, I volunteered for the night patrol.

Well, volunteered.

I did it off my own bat.

Still going as admirable in a guard.

I couldn't bear to see any more girls being pulled out of the river.

It's just like Zidie, eh?

So, tell me, what's going on here?

Well, all the girls were drunk.

And the postmortems found drugs, speed, X to see the usual stuff.

But the girls died from drowning.

They had a little attraction of water.

Poor girls, there's quite a number.

Bit of a coincidence they all ended up at Nemo's pier, no?

He's in good some psycho.

I don't know.

Well, if they were suicides,

they must have been in hell to jump.

Life is sad.

Life is a bust.

All you can do is do what you must.

Dylan, blood on the tracks, 1974.

Hey, you're good.

You're good.

Theme at last.

Look, once a guard.

Infamous more like.

Terrible about that poor girl.

Have they identified her yet?

Don't ask me.

I was once a guard, remember?

Don't get lippy with me.

Come on, Jack.

Everyone's talking about it.

You can tell me.

Tell a woman, isn't that it, Mrs.

Bailey? Old

school of Galway charm.

My landlady, it's best example.

Took me in when I'd know where to go.

She and Sean, the only ones to make a man feel, he might still have a

chance. Hey, Sean, how you keepin'?

Ah, Jack, I work.

Have an old crock.

You need a seaweed bath.

I need a miracle son.

Will you ever retire?

Will you ever stop drinkin'?

What are they doing here?

This is my office.

I have their own keys.

Here at the dog.

I want the whole dog.

Have you seen this?

This arrived yesterday.

And delivered. What does it say?

In pursuance of our recent communication,

and in regards to item 8234,

Regulation Government Issue All-Weather Code.

We trust in the speedy return of said item.

Thank you.

Sensible shoes, but not overly so.

Pretty. Well manicured, but not overly so.

Only one conclusion.

Not of your zone, Sean.

Do I know you?

I know you.

Not somebody else I need to apologize to.

Jack Taylor. Anne Hennessey.

I need someone to help me.

How did you find me?

You're famous? Yeah.

Come on, have a seat.

I'm looking for my daughter, Sarah.

She said she was on her way to Goloa, and at first she used to call

me every few days.

And then the calls dried up.

Sounds like a teenager.

If you're worried, go to the guards, why don't you?

You want to help go to the guards?

I was thinking of someone searching her privately.

A private eye.

She's my only daughter.

I'm worried.

I just want to know that she's all right now.

Can you help me?

An address. She was traveling.

A job? Bars, restaurants.

She's only 18.

It's the edge of Europe.

There's nowhere left to go.

Some of them put down roots and some of them disappear.

It happens. They made up their mind, and nothing we do will stop them.

You were saving to go to America this summer.

I can't promise anything.

Why are you a drunk?

Why do you want a drunk to help you?

They say you're good because you've nothing else in your life.

I've left my number.

There are no private eyes in Ireland.

It's too close to being an informer, a dodgy concept.

Maybe Anne Hennessey was out of my zone, but it's hard to teach an old dog

new tricks. She got my juices going.

Take one of these.

Keep your eyes open.

Take one of these.

Thanks. Take one of these.

Larry. I got lucky.

God bless you, sir.

Yes, sir. Jumped up a gob shape.

There's a pugnicious streak in you.

There used to be one.

A gob shape.

Hello? Can you help me?

Have you seen this girl?

Who's asking?

Excuse me.

Can you help me?

I'm looking for this girl.

I haven't seen her.

Sorry. I'm not a cop.

Yeah, right. I suppose she's not missing either.

Here. Good night.

Let's go. Here you go.

Sarah. Sarah? I'm

sorry. I taught you where someone is.

Here's your bag.

I'm sorry.

You still drinking?

You're still smoking.

Me and Bet Davis.

She's dead. My point exactly.

Been to Mass.

Your mother would have liked that.

My mother has nothing to do with it.

Thanks be to Jesus.

No, no, son.

She does worry about you.

Mind your lit.

God wouldn't like that.

God has nothing to do with it either.

You never had a bit of reverence.

Oh, I do.

I just don't revere the things that you do.

Don't tell me they've taken you back on.

No, no. I'm helping a friend.

Not one of our last sheep.

I'm sure of it.

Where's the church on suicide these days?

Thinking of leaving us.

How are you, Jack?

Is it still the can't be buried in hallowed ground stance?

Ah, you're very much out of touch.

Is that an answer?

No. That's a sad fact.

K ribba.

K ribba.

Wow, Jack! Just a bit.

You can' turn cold Jesus upstairs.

I don't know what to expect.

Let them see because I'm going to go home and nudge on them.

Granddad wants something

like this, and show me your idea.

What are you?

A cop or something?

Uh-huh.

Do you recognize her?

No. No? No?

Tell me, where do you underage girls earn the cash to keep you in the style

to which you're accustomed?

Hmm? Planters? Support your local economy?

They take everyone, even if you're not 16.

What's that?

That's Lucy. Mm-hmm.

She died. We're making this crap up for her memorial.

It's awful what she did.

Shut up, Shona.

She didn't kill herself.

She just fell in.

You know, if you were a cop, and if you were any good at your job,

you'd do something about it.

May I?

Thanks. Blondie, if I were you, I'd save in the battle of

Bleach. You'd be better looking as a brunette.

Get off you big perv.

How dare you?

The eyebrows are a giveaway.

Adios. Hey,

what do you want?

Hey, uh, I want to see Mr.

Planter. There was me thinking that was some mythical creature like Ronald

McDonald. Uh, the owner.

Mr. Ford is the manager, but they're not hiring right now.

It takes one to know one.

I need the work.

Go on, then.

Because of my previous career, it was believed I had an inside track.

No. I had low key and found resolutions.

But a minor reputation began to build.

The most important of all, I was cheap.

Nice to see you, mate.

I'm Jack Taylor.

You said that name as if it means something.

It means zero to me.

I'm investigating a missing person, Sarah Hennessy.

Are you a policeman?

No. Any official standing?

Zero. So I have no obligation to talk to you then?

Uh, safe. Come in decency.

Uh, no, I haven't.

I saw you on the paper.

Once a guard, right?

So there's no good reason not to kick your side at a lass over here.

Do you know this girl?

Sarah Hennessy? I've very much told her.

John, get in here now.

That's impressive. What?

You need to come?

No, that you remembered her name.

Perhaps you're more familiar with this one.

Take her out of here, John.

Before I call the guards.

Thanks, pal. Nice one.

The guards.

In Ireland, they say, if you want help, go to the guards.

If you don't want help, go to the guards.

There's a school of thought that says you should never go back.

Yeah, well, you must have failed the exam.

You were always so polite when I was your superior.

I want to see Clancy.

Yeah, so the superintendent wants to see you.

Superintendent? Motion.

Jack Taylor here to see you.

Okay. Interview room C.

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Sergeant, inspector, super.

See your minister got sacked.

There's Lampert.

Galway's finest. Friends in high places.

Demotion, promotion. You get promoted, and I get sacked.

You're a hothead, Jack.

A good cop, a bit flaky, unpredictable.

I prefer to call it risk-taking.

And I don't lick ass.

So what can I do you for?

Well, her name's Sarah Hennessey.

I was wondering if you might tell me whether she's on any of your files.

Why might that be?

I'm looking for her mother.

Oh, don't tell me you've turned into some half-arsed gumshoe.

What? Leaching off some poor mother's grave.

To fill the hole in your own miserable existence.

Has this young one committed any crime?

Not that I know of.

Is there any reason to believe she disappeared in mysterious circumstances?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Then there's no reason we should be interested, is there?

You could maybe just run her name through the system.

What? For old times' sake?

Oh, I forgot.

I owe you one for the minister, don't I?

At least you did the right thing, handing in your notice.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, Superintendent.

Oh, Jack!

By any chance is that a regulation can guard the issue all weather coat?

Hey, Kate! Can you help me out?

Run those suicides through the computer.

See if they work to plant her.

Not here, Jack.

Okay, I'll be in the rushing Dove pub tomorrow night.

Don't fret. I won't take the canal path.

Well, they say if you follow her horse, you should get right back home.

The fatal attraction of water.

In all my time in the guards, I'd never known two suicides to finish up their

lives. We'll finish up in exactly the same place.

Get his hand.

Keep your nose out of other people's business.

Fire on, shifts, next turn.

What's up, Mark?

What's up?

What's up?

Something! Yucky?

Jesus Christ, what happened to you?

You can't tell me I was with you for a second.

I'm sorry. Hey.

This is my fault.

Because of Sarah.

Maybe. I've been asking around.

Don't encourage her.

I was paying her to stop.

I have to tell you, things are not looking good.

I read that there have been four suicides in Galway in the past few months, Jack.

I'm so afraid.

Sorry, Anne, but all my efforts to date have drawn a blank.

Is it possible that Sarah used another name?

Her father's. Impossible.

Her father walked out on us before she was born.

Look, I don't want to worry you and Julie, but...

something's going on in one of the factories in town.

I need to get her their employment files, and I need you to help me.

Sarah's diary is no books, anything, okay?

Of course.

She just wanted to get away.

Once she left the boarding school, she couldn't settle.

She took everything from her last known address.

You must have pissed off someone big time.

That's what I do.

Anyone call the guards?

They were the guards.

You're a cunt, though.

I saw their shoes at closer range than I wanted.

Hi, Anne.

No, no, no news.

Sure. Where?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Hey, Jack!

You're round, I think.

Hey. As usual.

Double-shown.

Sometime before lent.

This dump must be even more miserable when you're not drinking.

Why'd you patronize the South bastard?

Sean, he's my father, confessor.

What about me, amigo?

You're the reason I need one.

I'm always there for you, my friend.

It's here if you want it.

Well, if that's the case, you can do me a favor.

I need a lift.

Get a taxi.

I need your help to frighten those heavies.

Tomorrow? Okay. Well, that's different, then.

Might there be a chance for some brishly, some high kicks?

The G Hotel.

The last temple built before the bubble burst.

I wonder what the freckers call the G.

G for going, grandiose, greedy, or

gay. Good evening, sir.

Will you be staying with us tonight, then?

If I get lucky.

Have a nice evening.

See you later, then.

Oh, so you kicked with the other foot, Chey.

Guard Taylor.

Certainly captures your spirit.

Who's the artist?

Friend of yours?

My nemesis, don't ask.

Did you pose for him?

I'm not a poser.

Me and him, we go back a long way.

Really? You must know him very well.

Sometimes I think I do.

Sometimes not. A painting's not my thing.

Now, books!

Good job.

What a super voice.

I'm rolling across the Irish

sea. Thank

you. Thank you over to the Sophrallas.

Goodbye, Grandma.

Kingie, you were a mighty young one.

You're wasting the guards.

Great. You have to

think about dumping that coat.

Yeah. New friend?

Work, actually. She's the mother and the missing girl.

She must have had her offer, yo.

Come on.

I'm gonna make it some land.

I got my blue shoes on under what you do.

Gonna do anything.

And this crazy world.

Your hunch was right.

Three of the girls over the past few months were part-time appliances after school just

a few hours.

For the little shit.

And I've run the air tendency through the employment databases.

Yeah, and? There's nobody from Dublin of that name and age showing any tax records

or insurance contributions.

Maybe working under a false name or off the books.

Did you try the education list?

We'll do, Saraj.

If she did jump in the river, she would have been swept out to sea.

Very unlikely that it all ended up in Nimwell's pier.

I'm on standby.

You're a devil for punishment.

Golly, Kate Noonan, go ahead.

We have an ID on the dead girl.

Her parents are due back tonight.

Please inform them.

I'll be right there.

That girl's been missing for two weeks.

No, Jack. She's not Sarah Hennessy.

They found her parents and I have to break the news.

Miss Bean in the guard, Sarge?

Ask if she ever worked to plant hers.

Typical. I'll get you to hold my hand, I guess, while I'm feeling.

Anne, you seem far too nice to have your daughter run away in you.

Why did she?

I don't know.

I'm trying to understand her.

Didn't we all want to get away at that age?

Leave Ireland?

Even now?

How'd you think I ended up in Kosovo?

Kosovo? Kosovo? Doing what?

Running an orphanage.

An orphanage? Displace kids.

Do not say that was my job.

When Sarah went boarding school in Dublin at 15, it was my time.

Working in the orphanage and giving all that attention to those kids.

And leaving Sarah like that.

God, I feel so guilty.

We'll find her, I promise.

Thanks, Jack.

Have you a family?

My mother's alive.

Father's dead.

Younger brother died too.

Oh. Drink. We tried to keep it in the family.

Did you ever love someone?

There was a woman when I was in the guards.

She made me feel...

I was more than I was.

I was a good feeling.

I screwed it up, though.

Why? It's what I do best.

That's no answer.

I used to say it was the booze, but that's not true.

There's a self-disrupt what I mean.

Keep returning to her.

I'll be right back.

I've got the green cow you ordered.

So what's with you, then?

Me? Yeah, you've got a bit of a shit-eating quingo on there.

Do I? Like the cow you got the cream.

I get it.

You got laid, didn't you?

Yeah, you dirty dog.

You did, didn't you?

I got lucky.

Good man, Taylor.

Who was it?

The rock chick?

What's her face?

Nope. Come on.

Don't make me do the 100 guesses trip.

Or did you just get a hooker?

The missing girl's mother.

Well, that wasn't very bright, Jack.

Probably a three-bed semi with the kids upstairs.

Oh, lap or luxury.

The G Hotel.

Whoa. Wow. Fair play to you, Jack.

Fair play to you.

Howdy-closing.

There he is.

We're on our way.

But to where?

Your call.

Come on.

Now then, Mr.

Ford. What do you want, Taylor?

We heard you'd vacancy for security stuff and you'd love to employ a guard.

He's a good guy.

Brenda. Just in time for the show.

Who the fuck's this?

What's this all about, Ford?

It's no secret.

I wanted to watch workers working.

Then what? You pick out the ones you want to play with.

They're not children.

And when you're through, some of them go for a long, deep swim in the ocean.

Don't they, Ford?

What? For a lot of fucking lies.

Leave him, Sutton.

Rack! Ha-ha!

Sutton? Run, rabbit!

Run! Jack,

throw up stays.

There he is!

Put it! No easy, Sutton.

Run! Come on!

Where are you?

Come on.

What? The fuck has gone?

Hey, don't look at me.

It was an accident.

He said don't look at me.

I said if you haven't run him like that.

Oh, fuck. I need this like a hole in the head.

It's trueness for my height.

Sutton. Jesus,

Jesus, Jesus.

Fuck you, Sutton.

Clean up.

Come on. Jack, listen.

It was an accident.

What's... how big a loss is he?

Guy was garbage.

Well, it's better off without him.

Yeah. I'll see you.

I'll see you later.

Jesus. You're in here without a warrant.

Jesus, Jack. Since when did a super need a warrant card these days?

You could be a subversive or a drug dealer.

Or a drug dealing subversive.

What are you looking for?

This for a start.

Always one for the film's Jack.

The old classics.

I've known for a few films myself.

So Valen's films, Jack.

Might be instrumental improving a death was a tragic accident.

Or maybe a murder.

Very concerned, aren't we?

Friend of yours.

The golf course, perhaps.

Mr. Ford went, it seems, for a job.

Very upsetting.

One of those do-it-yourself debts.

Just like those girls who have got a case known in check and undercomputer.

Okay, it's a good cop.

Oh, she is Jack.

A good cop.

An officer for the future.

Not like us old hands.

I don't want to involve the Nalithins who will be detrimental to her career.

I'm sorry. Sir, Hennessy.

Apparently she's never passed an exam here.

But she did her leaving, sir, to that harsh boarding school in Dublin.

Well, I checked the whole country.

She never registered in any school.

So either Sarah Hennessy's been wiped out of existence, are?

What are you saying, she never existed in the first place?

No. No, you must have hit the wrong button.

Keep trying.

Landers. Landers. Land.

L.A.

Landmark. He is Landers.

Jack! Sultan. Ford was getting those girls for someone

else. We've got to meet.

What are you doing?

Why are you following me?

Just worried. You wouldn't take any of my calls.

I was worried about you.

Look, uh... About the investigation...

You need money.

I have more.

I don't need money.

But if it happens that Sarah can't be found...

That she turns up in the water?

I'm prepared for that.

How could a mother be prepared for that?

MUSIC It's

above the roof, not the weed.

Planta, lamper. So simple.

You watch Cam, don't you?

Gates are open.

You shouldn't be involved.

What about Ford?

I might be nine-fold.

Fucking exactly.

MUSIC So why would Ford have

the keys to Lampertos?

If they are.

Bingo. Three

of your paintings in the hall?

Well, at least he's got good taste.

Check those on you.

MUSIC What

about upstairs? This is upstairs.

You've been here before?

Delivered paintings.

MUSIC Stop

it. Looks

like the same as Ford had.

Shhh. There's

more DVD player.

There's a computer.

This one. The writing's different.

What if he comes back now?

You can serve the pub car.

No. No.

My God. No.

Just lie still.

There now.

That's it.

I'd love to get hold of this sick shit and rip into pieces bit by

bit. Jack, we found the weed.

And the root.

But you had this in.

They'll arrest you or even worse.

No, we'll leave the places we found it.

So will you call the guards?

No, not yet.

The fucker's too well connected.

I need to stay below the radar till I find out what he stomps his air.

Fuck. Take the back door.

I'll handle. Son.

Careful. MUSIC

Oh, there you are.

I was trying to back.

What are you doing here?

Are we not good at deal?

You want more money.

You're at it again, aren't you?

I know what you're doing, you bastard.

I'm not going to let you go.

MUSIC About

bloody time. That was easy.

What did you say to him?

Sold him a painting.

Two thousand euros.

You quit the fucking joke, son.

If he does a runner...

Two paranoid men.

Chill out.

I need time to think.

You wouldn't be thinking of selling me out now, would you, Jack?

What? Because that wouldn't make me very happy.

Me and you, we're tied together, yeah?

You might not be able to keep quiet about Ford.

That's mad, Tark.

Get some sleep.

Oh, will, Jack.

And you get some focus.

MUSIC What

do you think of Sutton?

He wants luck enough.

Thanks, Sean. An unbiased opinion is more than I could have dreamed of.

You know, that fella's going straight to hell.

And he'd bring as many as he can with him.

Would you say I'd be capable of selling out a friend?

Well, you used to be a gark.

Well, now, time, gentlemen, please.

Time for my constitutional.

You can let yourselves out.

Good evening, sir.

I'm a little bit of a thief.

I'll bring you food, please.

Give me a couple of the other things.

Someday you'll go for your party, and someday you'll look like a good man.

Here we are.

There we go.

Good night. Good evening.

Good night, good night.

MUSIC MUSIC

Where's Sean? Sean Grogan?

Hey, hey, I don't think that's a good idea.

Do I know you?

No. How the hell would you know?

Are you Jack?

He asked for you.

We couldn't save him.

Looks like it was a hit and run.

Probably a drunk driver.

Prepare yourself.

MUSIC I gave you this

sweater for Christmas.

But I find the bastards that did this to you.

MUSIC MUSIC

MUSIC CHEERING

MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC

MUSIC MUSIC

wrestling MUSIC recreate

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! Relax, Jack.

You're safe. Father Mallie, what?

Where? You're at your mother's.

Oh, Jesus, no.

Don't take the Lord's name in vain.

How long was I home?

It's Sunday. On the last weekend.

Is it, Jack?

You live in here?

What? Don't be an idiot.

Your mother called me.

Oh, shit! Mind that tongue, laddie.

I want to bite by Carson.

Oh, Suey. Oh, Jesus, these are my fathers.

May he rest in peace.

Though I fear he turn his grave at jurantics.

You will come to nothing like your father.

With that thought of confidence, Maya, it's no wonder I drink.

How the mighty have fallen.

You're still working as a private...

I am.

And you're looking into some girl's suicide.

How do you know?

Oh, Father Mallie.

The whole town knows about it.

The God knows how you find the time between drinking.

Well, uh... Thanks for, uh...

You know.

Well, it would be a queer thing if you couldn't come to your own home.

This was never home.

How come, no matter how long since you've seen the family or how much distance

you put between you, they can always push your buttons?

Answer. Because they installed them.

My father used to say, your mother means well.

She didn't. Not then.

Not now. Not ever.

Hi, Jack. Where have you been?

I've been out of action for a few days.

You got the bastard who killed Sean.

No. There were no witnesses.

And Jack? He missed the funeral.

Jack? Jack, he's still there?

Yeah. The grog in case is closed, we better take

what we're doing than chasing a hit and run.

Yeah, sure. Like pedophiles.

And face it, there's no more missing girls.

No more suicides.

Stop sticking your nose in Taylor.

You're not wanted.

And what's with the greedy mother?

Has she left you two?

You loser.

Most likely Lampert, fearing we were on to him, had flown the coup.

Had he taken Sarah?

Had he dumped her?

Had Anne heard anything?

What else did I miss on my last weekend?

And... How could a mother be prepared for

that? I'm

sorry. Henderson.

You following me?

You betcha. You're looking rough, Jackie.

Under the weather?

It'll help with the show.

I've got a good idea.

You won't get in.

You really love the old codger, didn't you?

Hey, I got a surprise for you.

I'm not in the mood, Sutton.

Trust me.

You're gonna like this.

I'm sorry.

Welcome to my kingdom.

If a man cries out in the forest to nobody, he hears him.

Is he really crying out?

Does anybody know your sacrifice, Jack?

Only yourself? Fermi, when I was drunk, did I understand you and your fucking

philosophy? My

art is my philosophy.

Ha-ha-ha.

Hence, my latest exhibit is...

Something of a departure.

In fact... It's an installation.

What's the point of having a secret if you can't tell anyone?

I'm sorry. Lampert?

Lampert! Bart

has gone and died on me.

Took the easy way out.

You call that easy?

I was keeping him alive for you, Jackie.

And I thought you might want to finish the fucker off.

When I was gonna crucify him, Bart, it's been done.

He's admitted it all.

Put the girls in the bath, the works, drowned them...

Did he mention Sarah Hennessey?

No. No, he didn't.

What do you prefer?

Justice or called it or...

Hung in Connemara?

He begged me to kill him, but...

I was saving him for you.

Me? You promised to turn him to pieces.

I didn't mean literally, you sick bastard!

Hey, we've got to get rid of the money!

The out of your mind?

I'm a fucking gun!

God! Now you're not!

I'm sorry. I'd let a whole series of signposts lie by me.

Jack! So you're going to join him then?

You and Sutton!

There's no such person as Anne Hennessey ding, there's no daughter ding.

Am I getting a junior?

I'm sorry, Jack, but I had to flush him out.

You what? I saw this.

I knew he was somewhere in the west.

I recognized his style and then I saw his picture of you.

Anne, the truth.

He was a UN paratrooper in charge of our sector, and he brokered a deal to

move my children from the bombing zone to a place of safety.

And Sarah? Just a lie?

My assistant was called Sarah.

Young, beautiful, the whole of her life in front of her.

Like the daughter I never had.

He would not let me go with the children, said it was too dangerous, so Sarah

went in my place,

and I never saw them again.

And I didn't know if the Rebl...

They were in my care,

and I trusted him.

And then nothing.

I heard rumors.

And fertile couples in America,

$10,000 for a child.

And then I saw the pictures on television.

Sarah... dead along the road.

I didn't know if he'd been killed too, or if he had sold them.

I felt so gutted.

Wanted to drink so ferociously I could taste the whiskey in my mouth.

Mike, is this your vehicle?

Not now, Clancy.

I made all you an apology.

Mike? The suicides.

Seemed you were onto something.

And you, Super, are you onto something like the whereabouts of Lampert, huh?

He's long gone.

Bit of money buys you a lot of clout.

Not for a barman.

A cowardly hit-and-run merits no attention.

Don't become a nuisance, Jack.

And make sure you hand in that coat.

You have a rare gift, my friend.

Do I? The guy always liked about you.

You would never want to pry into another man's affairs, even when you

were in the guards.

Always respected a man's privacy.

Mike, Sean,

he always made sure I was right for the day he did.

The saint among polygons.

Sean, I used to meet him most mornings, some

evenings. I always look out for my people.

They're good people.

He's gone now?

I knew that as soon as the van hit him.

Van? I... this is for our brother, Sean

Grogan. That's where the bastard who

murdered him.

What are you talking about, Barring?

Murder. That Connemara van clouded straight through

him like the very size of the Grim Reaper.

Connemara? From the bogs of Connemara.

Tell me, Barring.

I saw the muck of the mountains of my own childhood man.

I'm a piss head.

I know that I am not blind.

I saw it all.

Green? Was it green?

Aye. Van?

Where is she?

She went down for some other fell.

I seem to be in an awful hurry, just like yourself.

Whoa, look that donor I called the guards.

Yeah, you do that.

Tell Superintendent Clancy to meet Jack Taylor down to the docks.

Tell him I found the killer.

Where is she, Sultan?

I know what happened in Kosovo.

Ah, the poor little children.

You believe all that shit?

Yes, I do.

That's how the world is.

There's a damn shame some of them kids went astray, but how many others you think

are saved? I don't care.

Yeah, you do.

You care about justice and balance.

Right and wrong.

You're a cop.

Just let her in off the ball.

She's where she wants to be, man.

And you're not gonna hurt me, my friend.

Okay, I've got that wrong.

Just open the hatch or the next one's in your heart.

I'll be with you out.

Get off the ball.

Both of you.

You see her way now, huh?

I'm a soldier.

I don't kill children.

How long have you known Lamper?

We met in Kosovo.

He was an arms dealer.

I knew he was into little girls.

Quite simple.

Blackmail. We had an understanding.

I painted.

Kept my mouth shut.

He bought my work.

But then he started killing in Galway.

And now he's dead.

He went too far.

But you're Milton.

What else did you do?

Have you called the cavalry on me?

I never killed a child or anyone who didn't deserve it.

Sean, you killed Sean.

Yeah. You're a better detective than I thought.

I had to kill your confesser for both of our sakes.

I told him nothing.

But I did.

I was pissed.

I was trying to get a rise out of him.

I told him about Ford.

Sean wouldn't have said anything.

He hated me.

One day he'd have made that call.

Adios. We're good, good friends.

Give me the gun now.

Or don't you just do that.

It's not our looks, Flancy.

That was with you, Jack.

You were never here.

Go on. Get out of my sight.

Ad. Ad. Ad.

Oh, sorry, Jack.

The reality time doesn't pass.

We pass.

I think that's one of the saddest things I ever learned.

Now, God knows anything I have learned has been the hard way.

A decision on the plan will be made.

Come on. Four-regor, the Jack Taylor, has come forward to allege that Mr.

Trevor Lampert, a prominent Irish businessman, is linked to the deaths of a

number of... Fame at last.

All of whom work part-time at the plan.

I like having you here.

You're a good man.

Oh. I don't know about that.

Of course you don't.

That's part of your goodness.

I'd say you were a fine thing when you were young.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ah, Jack. Great news.

I gave up smoking.

And I gave up drinking.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You