Blown Away Page #5

I got hung up here

helping Lizzy with her kite. Lindstroms.

Yeah, they're down the beach.

The third house on the left.

Third house on the left.

Thank you.

So long, darling.

Mister, you forgot your bag.

- Mister!

- Whoa! Watch it!

- Don't put your hands in there!

- Don't touch that!

They taste better than they look.

'I should have been

a pair of ragged claws.

You are a pair of ragged claws.

Why do you want to be so mean to me?

Because you're a pair of ragged claws. '

Bye.

- He's weird.

- Come on.

Let's go get the kite.

Here it is.

- Can we fix it and try again?

- We'll see.

- Please?

- We'll try to fix it.

When thinking of the men and women

who'd sacrifice life itself...

my suffering seems insignificant.

No, no, no.

Yes, we know you tried to stop

the bomb, Liam...

but isn't it true you helped

the mad bomber build it?

Oh, well...

Answer the question.

Yes or no?

When I built the bomb, I didn't mean

for anyone to get hurt.

It was the mad bomber.

Peace on Earth, goodwill toward men.

Make love not war. Yes, yes.

It's a bit late for all of that.

The time is at hand.

And you, Liam my boy...

are the first begotten of the dead.

It'll do you a lot of good

in the long run.

I want my dad.

He's not here, Liam.

He's gone to war.

- Oh, no!

- You'll have to be a big boy now.

Come, my little wretched refuse.

Let me dry your tears.

Show us your face, Liam...

and I'll dry your tears.

Hot dogs! Get your hot dogs here.

Hot dogs! Get your hot dogs here.

Get your hot dogs here.

- Hot dogs.

- Hot dog.

Right here.

What are you doing here?

Nice to see you again too, Boyle.

Give me a dog.

Two mustards.

I like mine spicy.

So, you still passing the hat?

- Keeping the home front in hot potatoes?

- That'll be two bucks, O'Bannon.

You wouldn't be feeding a wayward

brother with all that extra dough?

Just new here in town.

Wayward brother?

You been in the sun too long.

His name's Ryan Gaerity.

and if you've done him

any favors...

you've done the cause

a huge big harm.

Since when have you been

so concerned about the cause, huh?

I'm concerned about people's lives,

just like the good sisters taught me.

But Gaerity is taking lives,

cops' lives.

Not to mention the Irishman

that he murdered...

when he busted out

of Castle Gleigh.

Irishman? What Irishman?

Check it out, why don't ya?

I'm out of mustard.

I'll be back.

Here's your mustard.

He likes his Guinness.

- Be sure to give the bastard one for me.

- It'll be a pleasure.

Hot dog!

Come and get your hot dog!

Jimmy, what's up?

Oh, come in here.

Listen to this. Not the voice

but what's behind it.

When thinking of the men and women

who'd sacrifice life itself...

my suffering seems insignificant.

- It's a foghorn.

- No, it's too soft.

I think it's a buoy. Listen.

You're saying he's by the water?

The whole city's by the water.

- There must be a thousand buoys.

- Not like this one.

No. They use bells now,

not horns.

Except the ones down along

the inner harbor, the old ones.

Captain, get down here.

I think I got somethin'.

Yeah.

I think we've got somethin' here.

- What do you have, Lieutenant?

- Hmm?

How did you know

there were two triggers on my stereo?

I mean, that's pretty damn amazing,

even for you.

And when the truck got blown to sh*t,

he called you then. Didn't he call you?

- What are you thinking?

- You're the reason this is coming down.

That's what I'm thinking.

You tell me.

- You're thinking too much.

- Bullshit!

I'm wearing a B.D. uniform

just like you.

I'm a walking target

just like the rest of these guys.

I just want to know the truth.

Anthony, if you want to do

what's right for the squad...

What's right for the squad,

or what's right for you? Huh?

You tell me something.

Why did you join disposal, Dove?

What's up?

Who's got what?

The lieutenant's got it all.

You should talk to him.

You should talk to him.

- What's that about?

- He's feeling the pressure. Come here.

Know what you're looking for,

Lieutenant?

What are you, my shadow?

That's it, use the jab.

Now, come on.

Use that jab, you bastard.

Up there.

Downstairs. There you are.

That's it. Come on. Come on!

Combination.

Turn it over.

That's it! Come on now.

Just a little bit.

That's it. Keep them mitts up.

Barman, Guinness.

Gimme a Guinness here.

You cocknut, Shamus!

Keep your goddamn mitts up!

Come on, Shamus.

Our barman's got a bit

of the legal tender riding on this one.

- Aye. Seems to be a sickness with him.

- You got a bit of Irish in that voice.

Did you grow up in the old country?

What makes you think

I'm growed up?

I've been in this godforsaken land...

of bungee jumpin'

and McDonalds since I was 12.

Didn't like the way they talked.

No music to it.

'May those who love us, love us.

And those who don't love us,

may God turn their hearts. '

'But if he can't turn their hearts...

may he turn their ankles

so we'll know them by their limping. '

You're a good egg, Dad.

Francie! You're a mighty warrior,

but you need to bring us...

two pints for two poets.

- Wake up, Francie.

- That's the way you get served here!

Here. Allow me.

- Truly the nectar of the gods.

Too bad we can only rent it.

Watch me beer for me, would ya?

Need to go choke the old snake.

Watch your ankles, Dad!

Aye.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Watch yourself.

The Dolphin runs a crooked game, huh?

- Check that way. I'll check up here.

- I think I'll go with you.

Just do it.

- Yeah?

It's me, Jimmy.

I got the bastard for ya.

- What? I thought...

- Hold your horses.

Everything's under control.

Listen.

- I'm in the pisser at O'Dowell's Pub.

- Max, get out...

- Get your ass here as fast...

- I was watching your beer.

Max!

- You shouldn't have done that, Dad.

- Yeah? Well, f*** you, Dad!

- Where's the phone?

- Back in the men's room.

What's going on? Fella!

- Get out.

- All right, I'm goin'!

- Max!

- Jimmy, is that you?

It's me.

I'd ask you to give me a spin,

but I'm scared to move.

I'm ticking.

Here. Give a look here.

What's the prognosis?

Am I gonna be blown to kingdom come?

I'm going to my bike

to get my tools.

I don't mean to question

your talents...

but I'm pretty well buggered here,

wouldn't you say?

Max, you said it.

I learned from this guy.

I'm gonna shut him down.

By Christmas, maybe...

but if you tried to do it

in the wee bit of time left...

there'd be two dead micks

under the tree...

- And Gaerity drinking champagne...

- Don't move.

That includes your tongue.

Aye, suppose it does.

Lord, forgive me.

Max!

No!

- Hi.

- Hey.

- You okay?

- Have you seen him?

Not since yesterday.

- Sorry about Max.

I don't know how

he got mixed up in this.

He's not on the bomb squad.

Wait a minute.

Liam McGivney.

'9/21/1954.'

- Where'd you meet him?

- Who?

Your husband. Your husband.

Where'd you meet him?

Church.

Church. Church in town?

Somewhere in Boston?

I'll let you get back to work.

Bye.

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