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NORTHERN IRELAND 1974

DECADES OF UNREST
HAS RESULTED IN ARMED CONFLICT

Now they come.

Here we go guys.

There's going to be kids, dammit.

Stop it, Patrick.

It's so typical.

Why are you doing that?

Pick it up. Say sorry to your brother.

We don't have time for this.
We are already late.

Hurry up, dammit!

Get out of there!

Go now, dammit!

Get in the car!

- Drive, dammit!
-Drive, drive, drive!

Glencolmcille

Oh my God! Slow down, dammit!

You are a dishonest piece of shit, Finbar!

-What did you say, Vinny?
-I see what you're trying to do.

I can't shoot them
if I don't see them. Move them up!

- I can't hear you because of the wind.
-Certainly...

If you try to say I'm cheating,
Constable O'Shea, I'll be mad.

Betting must be done honestly.

Should you whine or should you shoot?
and lose, as usual?

- Get in the hedge.
- Speed up now.

You dishonest bastard.

-Thanks.
-You take everything I have, you ace.

What will you do today?

Besides feeding the cat and philosophizing
with Gulliver and the Little Bits?

I have read Gulliver's Travels.
Now I'm reading Mr. Dostoyevsky. A Russian.

I know nothing about him.
I prefer Agatha Christie.

-Where are we going?
- I have a work matter.

Mrs Bailey said the welcome sign
on this side the village is gone.

Now you will see what a job entails.

God, what a mess!

Maroon.

- Wine red.
- Burgundy?

Yes, burgundy.

It must have been someone
who drove like crazy.

-Or who was drunk.
-Yes, probably an idiot.

So you're looking for a maniac in the village?

Yes, the case is probably solved
for afternoon tea.

I feel your gaze on the back of my neck.

Rita, Adam sure would
have preferred you to Eve

if he could see your garden.

-Yes, it's good to have a hobby.
- They are so homely.

Yes, on the dining table. You should see that
if you ever agreed to dinner.

What about Brendan?

He won't get well again.

With such a beautiful woman
surely he wants to stay alive.

The explosion took six lives, including three children.
The IRA is believed to be behind the bomb.

But they have not taken responsibility.
Contact the police if you know anything.

BANTRY HARBOR

Bantry's annual awards ceremony

May I ask for silence?

I can't praise the next person enough.

He has done more than the village deserves.

He has many strings on his lyre,
and maybe he wants to offer something.

Bart McGuiness, do you want to sing a song?

You don't want to hear an old man sing!

Even my family
must have earplugs!

I wish I was

in Carrickfergus

For Ballygrand evenings only

I would then swim across

the deepest sea

The deepest sea, to find my love

Out with you now.

-Can't you just shoot me here?
-Continue walking. To the left.

Here it will be good.

Two steps to the right.

Start digging.

Where are we?

I will lie here forever.
I want to know where I am.

Donegal.

You are in Donegal. Other end of the country.

"The Forgotten County." How appropriate.

-And you make a living like this?
- It's deep enough. Get up.

Down on your knees.

Oh my God...

All these trees…

You've been busy.

Down on your knees.

Hands behind head.

You have one minute. say something
if you want. It does not matter.

I don't need to say anything.
I knew this would happen.

It took longer than I thought.

It was a lifetime ago.

I was close to violence when I was young.

I killed several.

I knew I didn't
could undo it.

But one day I decided to
not to let it ruin my life.

Somehow I managed to suppress it.

I found my place in society.

I helped people as best I could.

This is how it ends for people like us.

In a windswept swamp somewhere.

Try to do some good
before you end up here.

You don't have all the time in the world.

My days are numbered

Come, you young men

and lay me down

- Were there any problems, Kev?
-No.

Are you gay, Robert?

- It seems so in the music.
- Are you sluggish, Kev?

It seems so on the boots.

You must have messed up over there.

This Moody Blues single is so good!

I borrow it.

Pleasures attract the weak
to an untimely death.

Who said so? Yeats?

My mother.

-Who's there?
- It's just me, Mrs. McQue.

Fine bar! Robbie said you were coming.
I have baked your favorite scones.

So, cherry?

I thought it was raisins.

Yes, raisins!
You know me better than I do.

I thought so!

-So you bring them?
-Yes.

You've never said no before.

Good morning to you, dammit!

Are they warm?

Think about how you behave.

Here he is. The fastest
gunslinger in the wild west!

-He comes from Dublin, of course!
-The youth of today...

-How is it?
-Thanks good. Self?

-Let's see...
-A new addition?

Yes. I got it
as payment by the O'Reillys.

It's made by some Mexican.

Apparently he's all the rage in the US.

Worth much more than my fee.

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

I'm keeping an eye out.
I have something for you in a week.

Give it to him.

The job. Give it to him. All of them.

I've been thinking a lot lately.

I have made so many bad choices
since Margaret died.

I am more than just this.
I want people to know that.

And what do you want to show the world?

This is all you can do.

I can grow plants.

- Plants?
-Yes.

Are you going to abandon me?
Leave me with that mischief?

Thanks.

Will you miss me?

Yes, like mosquitoes in winter!

-Do you want to buy seeds?
- Yes, Pat.

You don't usually buy seeds.

No, not until now.

-Are you sure you want seeds?
-Do you have any or not?

Okay, here we have some.

Broad beans, cabbage, carrots and a few more.

I was thinking of starting to grow plants.
A little fuchsia,

and maybe some golden rice,
that you have out there.

Golden rice is a weed, Finbar.

I did not know that.
I might need a teacher.

-Does it taste good?
- Yes, I enjoy the food and the company.

Did your wife cook good food?
Surely her name was Margaret?

Yes.

-Forgive me...
- No, there is no danger.

It was just a long time ago
I heard her name.

Margaret.

She was always trying new things.
She baked a loaf a long time ago.

It contained apples and nuts.

A little cinnamon too.

- It tasted completely unique.
-Sounds tasty.

No, it was terrible.
As I said: It tasted completely unique.

Thank God she never redid it.

Was this in Dublin?

Yes, I passed by
her bookstore every day.

On the way to the factory.
She really loved books.

She made me read.

I had wanted to meet her.

She was too good for me. Just like you.

I'll be right back.

And how is Moya?

If you get a window on the hook
then you can cut yourself on the rope.

Put it on here.

So there.

Are you hoping for a goldfish?
Then you can name it Goldie.

Pisces don't know love.

When dad was alive, he said you don't
must love those who do not respond to love.

-That sounds reasonable.
- I have to fish for dinner.

Now you have a pacifier.

Let out some line!

No...

Moya, it will be alright. Moya!

YOU ARE HERE
GOD BLESS YOU!

Hello, Pat.

- Everything good, Sinéad?
-Finbar, what a surprise.

- Hi, Catherine.
-Hello, Finbar. He is grumpy tonight.

That bastard? Rarely!

Yes, and on my only free evening.

A beer for the grumpy bastard,
and a Babycham for his poor wife.

I'll take a little Black Bush.

Spender pants on? How has
a simple bookseller afford it?

I win money from you all the time.

Have you had your car years yet?

No, I haven't had a good day
at work. But I'll take him.

I certainly think so.

-Water, please.
- How nice you play.

Thanks my friend. It is as old as the road,
but you still play it.

-You say so? Old as the road?
-Old as the street.

Thanks.

What brought you here?

Long ago an Irishman came to my village.
He played an incredibly beautiful melody.

He disappeared before I could
learn it, so I traveled here.

Don't you miss your home?

I don't miss the fighting and all the blood.

I met your daughter Moya.
She was fishing for dinner.

It sounds like her. She can handle herself.

We never meet. I work all the time.

-Don't be too hard on her.
-Huh?

The food basket fell into the water.

-Huh?
-It was my fault. I disturbed her.

Okay. Thanks for the warning.

-Watch my feet!
-It was so long ago!

I recognize that face.

Where are you going?

You don't escape because of the food, do you?

I told your mother
that it was my fault.

She would miss you very much
and become so lonely, if you rode away.

You are brave, you. Horses hate the dark.

They are terrified
for all rabbit holes, and rabbits.

It is better to hold in daylight.

That way you avoid unpleasant surprises.

But that's up to you.

-Do you still live in the caravan?
- Yes, the house will never be finished.

You can go now.

-Huh?
-You can go now.

No, a fine gentleman
follows the lady to the door.

-It's not necessary!
-Moya, damn it!

Where have you been?
I'm starving to death.

-Who is he?
-A fine gentleman.

-Like Uncle Curtis?
-You are not my uncle.

Take care!

Women...

So fucking annoying.

Well, the vagabond is home again.

-Finally!
- I came as soon as I could.

What the hell is this?

-Apples?
- That's what I got.

You're gone for two hours and
comes with apples. Damn idiot!

-Stop it! Shut the hell up.
-How can this idiot be your brother?

You don't even sound the same.

It doesn't concern you.

What have you done?

- I've been waiting in the caravan.
- You don't have to sit there.

Get what we need
and came back. Do you understand?

Knock Knock.

Jesus... I mean Finbar.

Thank you.

- It is very heavy.
-A cup of tea?

No thanks.

How is Moya?

-What do you have there?
-Nothing.

- Should I ask mom instead?
-No, don't ask her!

Show me.

Show me now.

Where did you find it?

-Did you get it from your uncle?
- He's not my uncle.

Why did he give it to you?

Does it have anything to do with your bruising?

Moya?

Has something happened
that you don't want to tell me?

Huh?

Moya!

Is the nice gentleman back?

Good morning, Sinéad.

Good morning, Moya!

You're not interested in Sinéad, are you?
She's too young for you.

Shut up, Curtis.

Don't listen, Finbar. He's a piece of shit.

Am I not even allowed to talk to the villagers?

We are friends.

Not true?

That's how it should look.

Bathing naked makes you hungry.

Go now. I'll have more after work.

I'm going crazy over there.
I just need some company.

Fuck you then.

See you, princess!

-An old friend?
-You choose your own friends.

With relatives you have no choice.

My...

My brother married his sister.
Then he went and died.

I just want to get rid of him.

I thought you wanted to quit.

-Give it to Kevin. I pay.
-Are you crazy? You are welcome.

A villager? Do you want Uncle Blue after you?

He's not from here. His name is Curtis...

It does not matter. Not here.

By the way, he may belong to the IRA.
And you can't escape them.

Will he be allowed to hurt her?

-You don't know what he has done.
-Yes. I saw it in her.

This one means she should be quiet.
She's just a child!

Send an anonymous tip to the police.

She won't say anything.
She is terrified of him.

He will torment others as well.

I said I didn't want to kill any more.
But this is different.

I want nothing to do with it, Finbar.

-Are you outside airing your shoes?
-So you can speak?

When I'm not listening.

-Would you like a ride home to Sinéad?
-Certainly.

Are you on vacation?

Yes, one hell of a vacation.

I could have been in Majorca,
but now you are sitting in the world's arsehole.

There are cigarettes there.
Matches are on the floor.

I don't recognize myself here.

-The giants created these hills.
-Oh really?

In the past, the Fomorians ruled here.

They were godlike sailors.
They are said to have eaten the neighborhood's children.

-And I, who have just shot in the area.
-Do you hunt?

If you can call to shoot
on cans and hares to hunt, so yes.

-What kind of rifle do you have?
-A smooth bore. A. H. Fox.

Teddy Roosevelt considered
that it was the best rifle ever.

Do you want to see it?

I had a Remington model 17
before I acquired this gem.

It wasn't as elegant
and powerful like this.

Stylish, huh? Do you want to feel it?

Oh my God!

Damn!

What have I done?

Moya, you bastard.

God damnit! I'm leaving here.
I'm never coming back.

God damnit...

You...

You're going to die, you bastard!

You bastard...!

What a hell to be fast.

Why was he carrying a knife?
Does everyone have it nowadays?

- I don't know how everyone else does it.
-What are you doing here?

Robert asked me to check on you.

-Well, he did?
-Yes.

If so...

I like bingo.

Wright's is running a round tonight.
You pay my bets.

And a beer or two.

God!

I'm starting to understand
why are they whining about this.

Once a guy was digging as usual.

But he realized
that when he finished it was cut.

So he never stopped!
He must have dug three meters deep.

He had blisters the size of plums.
He could have ended up in Fiji.

- I just stood and laughed.
-Is everything just a joke in your world?

-This job?
-It's like dad used to say:

Work at what you love.

The next number I will give is 53.

- Go ahead, Finbar. Because yesterday.
-Sinéad, there is no need.

- Can I get one too?
- Aren't you ported, Kevin?

What a tough guy.

She reminds one out in the woods.

- Catch a lyre, 34!
-A woman?

Yes.

They are more collected than the men, aren't they?

- They want to die with dignity.
-Oh my God.

What then? Have you never...?

No. Enough with all the cruel men.

She was cruel. Gorgeous!

-But when she cried, she wasn't as pretty.
-Bingo!

Damn!

You're a little sick in the head, aren't you?

You're the one to talk!

I just do it as an extra trick.
But everyone you've killed, it's sick!

you little shit,

killing is no joke.
I'm done with it.

If I hear you laugh
ate someone else's last tears...

...shall I claw you up with my old man's fists.

How many people have you killed?

Curtis, come on now.

Conan is getting cocky.

The day our father was murdered,
played Curtis boys soccer.

He was pretty good, that bastard.

I never forget
when I told him.

He just looked at me.
He understood nothing.

He grew up in Belfast
and I lived with my mother down south.

His world was turned upside down.

I promised I'd look after him.

Conan says we should go.

- To France, perhaps.
-Not without my brother.

He must have been sitting
and drank in some pub.

You know how he is.

If he has not become invisible,
then he couldn't have done it!

Do you think I'm that fucking stupid?

We're not going anywhere without Curtis.

He has stung, Doireann.
He's probably on his way home.

-He dies if he goes there, like us.
-I know.

"Curtis June and Doireann McCann."

It's your damn fault. I knew it.

- We got those bastards.
-The kids who died then?

I couldn't have predicted that!

But they saw you. Me and Séamus
they only looked at the back of their heads.

I saw the back of her head last night.

Hell!
I'm just trying to lighten the mood!

-Where are you going?
-Find the bastard who was supposed to be lying low.

He does a damn good job.

If you cocksuckers want to pull, then go ahead!
But don't expect any hugs in Belfast.

Curtis!

Curtis?

What are you doing outside the house, Doireann?

-Did Curtis say where he was going yesterday?
- We didn't see each other yesterday.

Is he gone?

Thank God.

I would never have let you in again.

Pack up and move now.

You don't talk to me like that.
Then I'll rip your damn tongue out.

Maybe the settlement took him.
Then they'll take you too, you bloody ass.

I fight for Irish freedom.
That goes for you too, you cunt.

It's the best
that you show some fucking respect.

What did he say?!

Nothing! Nothing!

Mother!

He said nothing!
I'm not stupid. I am reading the paper.

It's no danger, honey.

He bathed almost every day.
That bastard might have drowned.

Oh my God! Do you never grow old?

- The war made sharpshooters out of everyone.
-So what's your excuse?

I was one of the last called up.
I escaped the hell of war.

The liberation of France was just
a big mess, to be honest.

-Were you also mocked after the war?
- Yes, I was hardly celebrated.

I wanted to fight the Nazi bastards,
even though we fought the English.

That's why I became a police officer.
I can distinguish between right and wrong.

Now we really need the police,
as it looks in the north.

I've had enough of fighting.

So there.

-Has anyone seen him?
-Not a soul.

-So he could be in Belfast?
-In that case, I'll kick him up to you.

-What if the security police are after us.
-Of course not!

Sharpen up, dammit! Give me the name
on anyone around here who might know something.

Where are you?
Glencol, or what is it called?

Yes, there. It's best to hide
in a damn place you can't pronounce.

We have an old contact there,
a freelancer. Do you have a pen?

Yes.

Damn!

No, stay here.

-Robert McQue?
-You don't knock?

Bad habit.

Your colleague explained
not so careful what it was about.

Perhaps he was afraid of being eavesdropped.

People are so fucking paranoid.

I'm looking for a friend.
I need a shadow in the underworld.

That sounded good!

Whats your friends name?

Curtis. Curtis June.

-What a strange name. June?
- Yes, June.

-Is it an abbreviation?
-What?

June.

If June is a fucking abbreviation?
His name is June, like the month.

I've never heard that name before.

He is red-haired, tall and thin.

That tells me nothing.

The Bandits of Inishwest
might know something. Try with them.

I have to clean up here now.
You'll probably find out yourself.

It fits.

-I said...
-I heard you. You are standing one meter away.

Is he dead?

Undoubtedly.

- I'm not involved!
-Who is it then?

-Tell me or I'll blow your skull off!
-Put that one away!

I won't risk my life for him.

- I warned him.
-Who?

Fine bar.

Finbar Murphy.

We have gone our separate ways.
I don't hire him anymore.

-Who ordered the job?
-Ask him.

-Where does he live?
-I do not know.

Now I would appreciate it if you could…

Robbie?

Robbie?

- Robbie is not left.
-Where is he?

I have shot him.

He deserved it.
I don't want to seem rude.

-What's your name?
-Josie.

You have a nice voice, Josie.
You probably haven't done anything.

But you can't see my face now.

-No.
-No.

Go into the bedroom, lock the door
and don't come out until I've gone.

Robbie is still there.

Put that one away.

Look here.

- Blood money.
- A bloody massacre.

-Thanks once again, Rita.
-Wait.

I will teach you a few things,
but I can't do everything. Books are good.

-You're so good.
-I try to. Good night.

Good night.

That applies to Robert.

-Fine bar...
-Mrs McQue...

-Thank you for coming.
-Finbar...

-Fine bar...
- No, Mrs. McQue. Do not come here.

Robbie was a good person.

Hell either.

He did his best.

- Did you see who it was?
- It was a woman. No, I didn't see.

But she talked to Robbie.
She was looking for someone named Curtis.

The fast devil?
Then she needs a shovel.

We have to get out of here.

-Good, I hate waiting.
-Go out and pump some gas.

-Go into the kitchen.
-Yes Yes.

I will solve this.

-Everyone knows everyone here. They know him.
-But why do I have to do it?

Because you always look lost. Go now!

Good evening!

I came to visit my uncle,
but we have gone astray.

Do you know Finbar Murphy?

Finbar? Yes, I know him.

He lives a little way down the road.

But damn...

- Good evening, Constable.
-Good evening.

-Do you want a full tank?
-Yes.

Have you seen him before?

No.

-He was going to meet his uncle Finbar.
- Nice bar?

He never said
that he has a nephew.

-Fine bar...
-I'm sorry.

I don't want to believe it's true.

Call the police when we've left.

Yes, I will do that.

Look here.

Stylish.

How do you think they found him?

Maybe he listened
about Curtis when you had gone.

I'm waiting outside. How long will it take?

Drive in there.

Did you see anything strange?

Someone is in my house.

This means I am unemployed.

Robert took advantage of me,
but he treated me well.

Were you two friends?

We had things in common. Secret things.

Did you run away from home?

It was shit and I got no love,
so you can't call it escape.

I rather fled.

One night I got into a fight
at the pub. But I managed to win.

Robert was there.

He offered beer and offered me
£30 to fuck a dude.

He got 130 for the job, that bastard.

Easy money.

I lost count a long time ago.

On how many I have killed.

The war changed me
to another person.

When I came home
and learned that Margaret was dead,

what was left disappeared
of my old self.

Then Robert appeared.

It was as simple as you said.

Pensioners and their damn raisins.

If he hasn't come home yet...

...then he's probably out there watching us.

If so, we'll give him something to look at.

Oh my God.

Go back into the house, Rita. Please.

Are you a curious fucking neighbor or not?

Just take care of yourself.

Do you know Finbar?

We have never met.
But we will do that.

Mr. Murphy has done something unforgivable.

-What are you doing?
- I'm going to kill her.

- The situation is not in our favor.
-"Advantage"? Is it war?

Stop it! Rita can get hit.

It's lonely here.

Especially for an old man like you.

If you meet your friend
Can you say hello to him?

I'll say hello from a cocky subba.

Do it.

Talk about a fierce woman!

Conan!

Come now!

Oh my God!

Take the legs!

You go first.

Two houses from the road crossing.
The one with all the flowers.

Who am I talking to?

It doesn't matter, for God's sake!
You are a doctor and she needs help.

Here it is.

Home Sweet Home.

So there. Good kitty.

There are many treasures here.
No wonder you need bingo money.

Maybe I just wanted company.

-Can you play?
-Just a few chords.

I have learned them myself.

Someday I will record my own record.

Maybe in California,
if I can afford the trip.

They seem to feel free there.

They enjoy life.

the bomb in Belfast

-The match begins.
-Okay, we're leaving.

-You don't usually buy the newspaper.
- You're not usually sober.

Third suspect wanted for the bombing

- Hi, Pat.
-Hello.

A twenty pack of Gold, please.

Fine bar!

He must have been a loner.
He was never inside the village.

He used the name Robert McQue.

- Did you know him?
-No.

The lady of the house said that a woman
killed him. I do not understand anything.

I wonder about the road sign
have anything to do with this matter.

The detectives from Dublin are on their way.
They will take over the case from me.

By the way, you never said
that you have a nephew.

No, I don't see him very often.

- Can I go with Sinéad?
-Sure.

Thanks for the ride, Vinny.

Just don't take it for granted.
I can't treat people differently.

Go now.

Go now!

"Lie low. Stay out of sight."
And then you go to football!

He is coming here.

Squeaker. Those bastards are everywhere.

- Not a good picture of you.
- Now it's done. We must escape.

-Not yet.
-Anyone can recognize us!

Curtis is dead. Try to care a little.

Long ball, Gerry!

We burn down his house. Then leaves
we to Amsterdam and start a new life.

Aren't you really fucking smart?
Escape from Ireland?

-Then what's the point?
-To survive.

-So they died in vain?
-Just temporarily, until it calms down.

Am I the only one
who understands what we are fighting for?

We're running away to nowhere.

Someone ordered the murder of Curtis.
We need to find out who.

The lady, the shopkeeper…
Some bastard knows where he is.

We must make them speak.

I go on the mug.
Maybe one of you can figure something out.

Fine bar!

-Hasan...
-My biggest fan.

So you're left. What do you think?

They look so bloodthirsty.
I don't know who I'm rooting for.

-Hello, Sinéad.
-The situation, Finbar?

-Alright. And Moya?
-She's here somewhere.

She plays safe. She is fine.

-We are fine.
-Good. See you.

-See you tonight?
-Yes.

Finbar Murphy?

Doireann McCann?

It is pronounced "Doireann".

I just read your name.
It's everywhere.

Tell me who ordered the murder.
Otherwise you die here and now.

We've killed each other's friends.
Now we're even.

-Go away...
-No, fuck you!

I killed an idiot.
Curtis was my brother.

Then you knew his "sides".

-Tell me who it was.
-Take it easy.

Okay, I'll bring him to you.

Should he just turn himself in?

I brought your brother with me.

We meet here at eight o'clock.
Don't tell anyone.

Hell either! Do you think I'm stupid?

We meet at the pub.

-Okay.
-Good.

The people there don't know you're a bastard
killer, so don't try anything.

You must not give yourself up to someone else.

Get there, or we'll take it
an explosive surprise.

If something happens to us
you get worse people than me on your neck.

They will comb the entire village.
That nosy neighbor you have…

No one will be safe.

Damn idiot!

Do you draw my gun and walk away?

-You know how to stir up emotions.
- I have found the leader.

She didn't want to settle.
I have no choice. She must die.

-Everyone must die.
-How are you going to do it?

It will be completely open.
So that everyone knows it was me.

The village will be left alone.
I can do without you.

Not a chance.

If Finbar is going to do his thing
I'm not going to miss it!

Good kitty.

Knock Knock.

A little present for you, Moya.

-You can have him.
-What's his name?

He has not been given a name.
What do you think?

-He looks like a "Sean".
-Yes.

Take care of him. To show
love is good, even though it hurts.

It is human.

Bye, Sean.

-You want an audience.
- I'll meet them in there.

-Tell me I have him on the back.
- I'll wait there. It is to our advantage.

There you see that I listened.

No. I have an advantage of my own.

Go now. Take this one.

There is an envelope in the outer compartment.
Give it to Robert's mother.

The rest is yours.

-What do you mean? We agreed...
- We didn't agree.

You shall do nothing more.
This is my battle.

That money is a gift from me.

Then you will never need that again.
You are young and can choose.

Go to California.
You don't have to become a saint.

But don't waste your life.

I've never received anything before.

My advice is more valuable
than the money. Believe me.

Go now.

-Are you easily frightened tonight?
- I have an old heart.

But a young mind. Sit down here.

There can be people hiding everywhere.

He did nothing at the football field.
There were too many people.

I go in and take a look.
Conan, you're bringing the bag.

-Why him?
-You can't shoot.

Because you didn't help
to look for Curtis.

And for saying so, damn it!

-Certainly.
- Just keep the car running.

If something happens, you set the timer.
Then we leave here.

-The ace can burn.
-Half the village is there.

They want to hold us accountable
for the death of the children.

I hoped it would be
quieter tonight, so you could talk.

-How is the Russian book going?
- I haven't read it.

- You would probably like it.
-Are there any mysteries in it?

Yes. That's a smart cop
who investigates the murder.

His name is Porphyry.

He persistently searches for the truth.

He gets the suspect
to understand how alone he is.

How much he suffers.

He makes him understand
that only he can end it all.

So this cop is smart?

He reminds me of you.

-Does he catch him in the end?
-I do not know.

Is your nephew coming tonight?
Or has he left?

You're not a bookseller, are you?

What are you doing?

You don't want to know that, Vinny.

You must tell. I can help you.

No, you can't, Vinny.

Oh my God! Moya, you have to go home.

-Where are we going?
-You can't be here.

- Yes, I can be here.
-Not tonight.

I just want to show Sean.

Not now. Sean gets to see mom
another time. Go home now!

CONGRATULATIONS

-Lots of people tonight.
-Yes.

-Your cronies then? No tricks.
- They are nearby.

Now bring that bastard out,
then you can go.

- We go out the back.
- If you move, I'll shoot.

-Okay. It was me.
-Some sounds are so wonderful.

-Huh?
- The music.

You just feel like it
to grab someone and kiss her!

- Are you trying to pick up?
-What do you think?

Aren't I a little too old for you?

I like all women
who are thirsty, Doireann.

I am grateful, Finbar.

-But first saints must sin.
-Is that him?

-Quiet. I said it was me.
-Of course it was me!

Now we go out the back...

Damn!

Damn!

That one is mine, you bastard.

That sub shot me!

Come on!

I'm still here, Doireann!

Oh my God!
Why the hell did you come back?

Hasan, duck!

Your money is in my car.

You'll probably get to California before me.

Finbar...

Are you looking for your savior?

I don't need salvation.

I have done what I have done.

I had my reasons. The Lord knows.

You can't judge me.

I'm not here to judge.

We all have our reasons.

Just shoot me.

You have reached the end of the road. Ask for forgiveness.

My brother...

...is alone.

You must come to him.

They didn't get you.

- I'm so sorry, Rita...
- It doesn't matter, Finbar.

You never asked about my profession.

Should I have done it?

Nothing has grown.
I should have started a long time ago.

No, keep it.

Someday you might try again.

Bye, Rita. Take care.

Crime and punishment

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Responsible publisher: Sara Karlsdotter de Costa
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