Blown Away Page #3

- How much for the toy?

- That's Justin's.

- It's not for sale.

- I was hoping to get one for my nephew.

He lives in Dublin.

Can't find such a toy there.

- He's not getting this one.

- It would mean so much to him.

He got hurt in a car accident.

Lost a leg, he did.

- Shouldn't be driving then.

- Justin!

Five dollars.

Ten?

You're a capitalist?

Can I interest you in this U2 tape?

It's only a dollar.

- 'U' who?

- U2. You know, the Irish band?

- Oh.

- Come on. Everybody knows U2.

You'll have to excuse my ignorance.

I've been out of the mainstream a bit.

But I'll give it a listen,

see what the lads are doin' these days.

You're a caring mother.

It's very pretty.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

You are cruisin' for a bruisin'.

- How many have you eaten of these?

- Four or three.

- You're gonna get sick from that.

- No, I won't!

- Sorry. I only have a 20.

- You can pay me later.

So what are the winds

a-tellin' ya, laddie?

Only the bomb squad

is supposed to be down here.

Aren't you supposed to be

in a classroom somewhere...

tinkerin' around

with little toy bombs?

Disarming wasn't an option?

Are you second-guessing me?

It was motion-sensitive.

We found nine triggers. Any one of a

hundred wires could have done the deal.

- One of them had to be a ground.

- Right.

And you would have known

which one to cut, huh?

- Why'd he shoot from here?

- I picked the spot.

It's the safest place.

There's zero likelihood

of shrapnel here.

I don't get it.

He was protected.

I don't get it!

Son of a b*tch!

Say what?

Most of the bomb's force was aimed

up at the bridge, right?

But the drum is like a bazooka.

There's recoil. Where did the recoil go?

- The overpressure? Hmm?

- The overpressure went down.

- Yeah, down. But then where?

- Down here.

The coroner said that Blanket died

of a concussion.

Hmm? The bastard!

- He bounced it!

- Bounced it?

Are you saying he tried to do this,

he planned for the kickback?

He was playing the bank shot.

Look at the angle. Huh?

He was aiming for Blanket.

Then how would he know where he'd be?

You said it:
the safest place.

He knew the shooter'd go right here...

'cause this is exactly where

he wanted him to go.

Then he was trying to kill one of us.

That's what you're saying.

Hey, Jimbo!

- Hey, Rita.

- Just a tease, Jimmy.

- Where's the device?

- In the trolley.

Hola, Jim.

Our boy did real good today, Jimbo.

- Where is everybody? Where's Roarke?

- Back there.

- Come with mama, baby.

- Vamos, babaloo. Volante! Volante!

Forget about the bridge.

Stay out of the trolley.

I'm goin' to the trolley.

What's the matter, Jimmy?

- Check the area for secondary devices?

- The perimeter is clear.

- Did you print this sh*t? Is it printed?

- It's all been bagged and tagged.

This theory about Blanket is not enough

reason for you to be on active duty.

Listen to what he's got to say.

There's no harm in listening...

- Back off!

- Fine.

- Jimmy...

- Hey, hey! Hey, Jim.

This is not the way to go, man.

Look, I'm just as sick

over Blanket's death as you are.

If somebody wanted to kill one of us,

it wouldn't be much trouble.

He'd just blow the sh*t

out of him.

This is silly putty, not plastique.

You're not makin' any sense!

It's the only way to go, Cap.

It's the only theory.

Let's look at this stuff, see if there's

a connection with what happened there.

Nobody's gonna make fun of him now.

He did a great job today.

- He gets a gold star.

- He's a good boy.

- You treat him like a son.

- Our son.

Damn! Cortez!

Rita!

Out of the way! No!

Get back!

Get back!

Cortez!

Cortez!

No!

Liam, help me.

Hey, talk to me. Look at me.

You all right?

I'm all right! I'm all right!

Get these people out of here.

There might be another device!

Did I catch you at a bad time, Liam?

- Ryan Gaerity?

Oops, I called you Liam.

- Is that you?

- Jimmy Dove.

Much more lyrical than Liam McGivney.

Much less Irish.

Listen to me.

I've come to bring you a gift.

What gift is that, Gaerity?

It's the gift of pain, of course.

You're the reason they died.

- Not me!

- Ryan!

Blame, blame, blame.

And I suppose I'm to blame for

the deaths of your new pals as well.

Who's right? Who's wrong?

We were at war.

Your conscience ended up causing

the death of your own, Liam.

You're a bad boy.

You made me trigger the bomb too early.

I was trying to stop you.

You said nobody would get killed.

There was people everywhere!

And look who paid.

Your own sweetheart, your friends, me.

While you've been in America, a hero,

I've been a man without a country.

I spent the last 20 years of my life

in jail or on the run because of you.

Ha, ha, ha!

But don't let me get morose on ya.

Fate's brought us together again.

I've come to Boston. Fine place for

a man to lose himself, wouldn't you say?

And what do I find? My old pal...

on the telly!

If they only knew

what you'd done.

I did what I did because you told me

I was a soldier!

- But I never killed anybody!

- Did you ever hear of the Big Bang?

They think the universe was created

from an explosion.

Can you imagine that, Liam?

An explosion!

Goddamn you, Gaerity.

- Look what you've done.

- You've got me all wrong.

I'm not a destroyer.

I'm a creator.

You're not a creator.

You're a sick freak, is what you are.

I've come here to create a new country

for you called chaos...

and a new government

called anarchy.

- All for you.

- I can't believe I bought your sh*t.

Civilians die in war, Liam.

But you disobeyed orders.

You betrayed the cause.

You never gave a damn

about the cause.

The only thing that ever turned you on

were your goddamn bombs!

And what lovely ladies they are, Liam.

I was watching out.

Tell me, Liam, how close were you

when she went?

Ryan, why don't you come down here

and face me?

- Could you smell her flower, Liam?

- What? Are you still there?

You're a chickenshit, Ryan.

I've enjoyed talking to you, Liam.

I don't want to be rude, but I must go.

Your new wife and daughter

just got home.

Did you leave the window open?

I don't know. I'll check.

- No, let's put the stuff in the kitchen.

- All right.

Thirsty, bug?

- I'd like red juice, please.

- Okay.

Boomer?

Boomer?

He must've jumped the fence again.

- He'll be back.

- Boomer!

- You wanna make dinner tonight?

- Yeah. Can I invite Sandra?

Sure. I'll call her mom and ask.

- What do you want to make?

- Garlic toast?

You don't like garlic toast,

do you?

Good. Okay.

Send her over.

We'll be here.

Okay. Bye.

That's not the oven.

It's the one on the right.

Right, right, right.

Mmm, this one.

No, that's your left. Which hand

do you pledge allegiance with?

Mmm, this one?

Right.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

Come on. We gotta get outta here.

- Where's Boomer?

- He jumped the fence again.

- What's happening?

- What's going on?

I want you and Lizzy out of here.

Jimmy?

Come in here.

Oh, God, Jim.

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