A Prayer for the Dying Page #4
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- Year:
- 1987
- 107 min
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Don't you ever give up?
I'm trying to do my job, to save your soul.
And it's so easy.
I know what you're feeling.
Come with me now.
Ask God for forgiveness.
I swear, you will be forgiven.
Martin, please.
- Gaskin, Special Branch.
- Miller.
Krasko.
Not your line.
Just a bunch of villains falling out.
Open and shut case.
The word is that one of the Irish lads
was paid to do it.
Needed some money and papers.
- Martin Fallon.
- Fallon?
- We've got Jack Meehan.
- He's nothing.
Where would he hide Fallon?
Come on, Miller! Where?
- The casino?
- No.
What about one of those hotels of his?
Better. Those first. Anywhere else?
Why not do them all?
Make a clean sweep.
Jeff, telephone.
Jeff, please.
I'll get it.
- Siobhan?
- Yeah.
I haven't come to see...
Joe didn't tell me anything.
Don't tell me you've come...
This has nothing to do with either of you.
Right now, I'm here on business.
It's here, why didn't you say so?
This is really it, isn't it?
Are you going to hook it up right away?
Yes. Tell us where to put it.
Now, this is your fuse.
Just break off the top.
There.
And the jelly does the rest in 10 minutes.
You sure this is a straight article?
I don't want forensics to be in any doubt.
They won't.
Holdall, Dublin.
Biscuit tin, Belfast.
Gelignite stolen from a site
in County Tyrone.
Chemical fuse is Russian.
Who is it you are going to blow away?
A football stadium?
That's my business.
Help yourself.
Jack Meehan just phoned.
What'd he want?
I've got to take you to your ship. Now.
Do you want to go, or don't you?
Let us pray.
"Lord...
"...may your healing love turn us from sin...
"...and keep us on the way that leads..."
Sh*t.
- "...through Christ, our Lord."
- Amen.
- The Lord be with you.
- And also with you.
And also with you.
- The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
- Amen.
The mass is ended. Go in peace.
Thanks be to God.
Anna! It's all right.
I'm here.
Good evening, Father.
Lovely service.
You coming?
You go. Call me if everything's all right.
Sally, wake up.
What have you done to her?
You've drugged her.
It's okay. You can come up.
Your passport's here.
Where are you?
Not a sound.
You shite, take your clothes off.
- Where the hell is he?
- Don't ask me.
You can come up.
Now your jockeys.
Jesus, what was that?
Where's Fred?
Don't turn around.
Drop them.
Now your trousers.
Screw you, Fallon.
All right!
They made me. They took my daughter.
Where's Mr. Meehan?
Sod off!
Hold on!
After the 6:
00 mass......he and Bonati are taking the priest and the
girl up the tower, leaving them with a bomb.
Half hour later,
the law's gonna hear of a road accident.
You...
...with the gun that killed Krasko
and jelly from the same batch of the bomb.
- All right?
- Now your jockeys.
You fancy a swim, lads?
Hold on. I can't swim.
I can't swim, either.
Ten.
Get him up here.
Get him up.
Nine minutes.
Bonati?
Hurry up, answer me.
Six and a half minutes.
- Five and a half minutes.
- Martin, it's a bomb.
- Anna, please.
Take her down, Father.
Save yourself.
Five minutes.
Touch it and up it goes.
Crazy?
We'll both be killed!
I'll see you in hell, Jack.
Your brother's card.
Just as you showed me.
The gas, the grinder, the ashes.
Billy!
Anna, stay there. Just stay there.
Don't you ever give up, Father?
Not when there's someone worth saving.
Is Anna...
She's safe.
She's safe, Martin.
Am I dying, Father?
Yes, Martin.
I want you to say an Act of Contrition.
Come on, Martin.
the Act of Contrition.
"Oh, my God..."
Martin, please.
Please.
He won't understand.
Yes, he will.
He understands us all, everything.
He's there, waiting. Ask him.
He won't understand.
He will, I promise you.
Please...
...God...
...forgive me.
"Go, Christian soul...
"...from this world...
"...in the name of God...
"...the Father Almighty, who created thee..."
He's dead...
...isn't he?
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