Angel Page #3

You can go places Danny that I couldn't.

Do you understand?

I do.

It's a kind of ..

Poetic license.

She looked beautiful.

When she was like that.

This is a mental hospital.

I know .. but they run

a gig here for the locals.

There is tea down the

way if you want some.

I want to hear the sound.

What's wrong with you Danny?

Nothing.

"The saxophone .. the saxophone."

Danny .. Danny!

They want you.

Wait a while.

What's up with you Danny?

I want to look at you. That's all.

You're nuts.

I know.

Just like them.

"Saxophone . the saxophone."

I can't.

Why not?

Because you have to

tell me first .. what is it?

It's nothing.

You're lying.

It's like a nothing you can feel.

And it gets worse.

You say you love me.

Ever since I met you in that

room. With all those flowers.

I wish you didn't.

Come on .. finish it.

Are you listening? Finish it.

Let me finish this.

You're the sax-man, aren't you?

How do you know?

You asked me to dance once.

Don't you remember?

I was wearing white.

You were just married?

Aye, I was.

What do you mean "was"?

You know men.

Start out angels .. end up brutes.

It began that night.

What night?

The night I met you Dumbo.

My wedding night.

He vanished before the dance was over.

I didn't see him again

until five the next day.

It went from bad to worse.

I ended up with more

black-eyes than pimples.

So ..

How are you, sax-man?

Where are you playing?

In Six-Mile Bridge.

Will you come?

Are you asking?

I'll leave a pass for you at the door.

I might come.

Promise?

Why are you so eager?

I remember your eyes.

I though you weren't coming.

Where's your car?

God .. you're full of chat.

Too fast aren't you.

I knew you would be.

All you men in bands.

Yes sir?

Five pound's-worth please.

What age is he?

I forget.

You couldn't forget.

He'll be 33 next Wednesday.

Ten years and three months older

than me .. if you're interested.

Will you send him a card?

Maybe we can become pen-pals.

Nobody's touched me since.

You don't look at all like him.

Did he sleep on this side?

You sound as if you're jealous of him.

I am.

I want to know everything

he ever did with you.

Ask away.

When he came back to you

on your first night .. did he?

It wasn't my first night.

But did he?

He always wanted it .. no

matter when he came back.

I was so young .. I was only 22.

Am I like him?

Oh darling ..

You're like him now.

He's got a woman you know.

He meets her every lunch time.

Up at the forestry, where he works.

Get off ..

What will we do when it rains?

We'll use the hut.

I don't like getting there.

Have you got any better ideas?

Oh ..

I like you, Beth.

You're my soul.

You're a Prod .. they don't have souls.

You taking me home?

You know me Beth.

I'll take you anywhere.

I know that .. that's what

I'm worried about.

Jesus.

Keep going.

Mister .. Mister, you could

let me go couldn't you?

I mean .. I mean you could

just take him. I mean ..

I wasn't going to see

him anymore anyway.

it's not me you want you know.

It's someone bigger than me.

I'll take you to him.

Sure, I'm only small fry.

Ain't that right, Beth?

How did you do it?

Do what?

That night .. at the dance-hall.

It's not that hard when

you put your mind to it.

You must know yourself.

I do.

Aye ..

Sure, you're only a boy.

And you cannot afford to be

a boy in our line of business.

But he'll tell you himself.

He'll tell you it all.

Where is he?

Oh, he's never too far.

Aye .. I'll take you to him.

They'll take you to hell.

And you believe in hell, don't you?

And you too Betty!

We'll all go together!

You see, me and Betty. We

know where the darkness is.

Don't we?

How did you shoot her?

It's easy .. you just pull the trigger.

Well go on you little f***er, go on!

Pull it! .. Pull it!

You're going to shoot me anyway.

Go on you f***er. F***ing pull it!

Go on! Pull the trigger! Shoot me!

Go on, shoot me. Shoot me!

Now, there's a hundred

and thirty-five quid there.

Tell your boss "thanks very much.

I feel extremely protected."

Okay .. okay.

Get him out of here!

Give it back to him!

Hold on Danny! Danny!

That's why they did it to Ray, Bill.

He was making payments.

God .. is this what

you couldn't tell me?

Dee ..

Don't touch me! You're dead.

F*** you, Danny .. f*** you.

You make me feel unclean.

They were looking for you.

Who?

Them like you, only in uniform.

What do you want?

Clothes.

And your husband.

What's your name?

Mary.

Would you show me his clothes, Mary?

I have a gun.

Does he fit me?

Better than he fits himself.

Do you not love him, Mary?

Will you cut my hair?

So you don't want them to

know you .. whoever they are.

No.

It's very short.

Good.

I've a mind it won't suit you.

He always wore it short.

Where is he?

He's dead.

I've a better scissors downstairs.

Mary?

Mary.

Mary.

You shouldn't have done that!

You have to finish my hair.

Have you any food?

Eat it.

Was he a good man?

He was.

Why don't you have a sleep.

That gun.

Who taught you to use it?

Him that I'm after.

You know him then?

A friend of yours?

He's an acquaintance.

Why do you want him?

I don't know anymore.

It's not me that needs

sleep .. it's you.

Hating is easy .. that's

what I found out.

It has its own ways .. it just grows.

My man was bad. I hated him for years.

I'd stand beside him at mass, and pray.

Lord let me be free of him.

Love is kind .. the priest

told me but I never felt it.

And he went.

And I felt.

Well, I'll tell you what I felt.

Wherever you stand ..

His eyes stare right at you.

I'll show you what I felt.

No!

[ gunshot ]

John Francis.

Seventh son of a seventh

son. Two pounds a sitting.

John Francis. Seventh son of

a seventh son. Two pounds ..

Any more now? Two pounds a sitting.

John Francis. Seventh son of

a seventh son. Any more now?

You'll have to wait your turn.

Go home. The holy mother

will bless you, ma'am.

What ails you, sir?

Have you really got the power?

I have.

Where you from, kid?

From Derry City.

Where did you get the suit?

My uncle bought it.

Let him be, Francis.

Half the country is looking for you.

Is that blood?

You've been a bad boy.

A bad .. bad .. boy.

Here we are .. in the end.

Vengeance is mine.

Who said that?

I don't know.

The Lord .. said that.

Where's Bloom?

He's playing again.

A lot easier to play than

a saxophone, huh?

It is.

You only have the one tune.

What's your name?

Thomas.

Here's a boy who believes in miracles.

Do you?

I do.

[ gunshot ]

Stay with me.

I can't.

I grew up around here.

So did she ..

Why didn't you tell me Mr Bloom?

I didn't know.

You wanted me to find out ..

[ helicopter hovering ]

T-G

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