Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #2

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But I had nothing to do with it!

Evil can only do its work if decent

ordinary people turn a blind eye...

-even if only for a moment.

-Keep searching!

He's made an impression on the lRA,

for sure, right up the line.

From here on, I'm out.

Can't figure out what you'd want

with a 10p hood like him.

What's this? Huh? What's this?

What, you were heading round your Ma's

house and doing a wee bit of fixing?

Wouldn't be for stealing cars,

would it? Not our Frankie.

Breaking into people's houses?

Yeah? Yeah?

Joyriding their cars?

Now I'm hearing about drugs?

These are crimes against the community,

and you've been found guilty.

It's not me. I swear.

What?

Help, help!

F***!

What the...

F***ing sh*t, is that it?

Well, you're one lucky f***er, Frankie.

If I'd have brought my.097, your

football career would've been done for.

You want this lying down

or standing up?

-Standing.

-Right.

No! F***ing leave him!

Leave him!

-My jeans!

-F*** your jeans.

The peelers mightn't give a sh*t

about our community...

and how you wankers like you who f***

it up for everyone, but we do, so...

thank God for the lRA.

F***ing bastard!

Frankie! That's my brother!

That's my wee brother!

Frankie!

Funny coincidence running

into you, huh?

Frankie! Frankie...

That's for getting involved

in something that doesn't concern you.

I'm assuming you have no plans

for this evening...

because there's somebody

who wants to meet you.

F***ing bastards!

Fred, Fred?

Do you know that kid, Martin McGartland?

Well, I've taken a special interest.

Goddamn it. That's been less

than 10 minutes.

Who told you about the meeting

going down with Mickey Johnson?

Just lose the file.

-And not a word to anyone, right?

-Yeah, right.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry about the drama.

You've got to be careful.

Would you get us some ice and

a tea towel there, love?

I hear the Brits took your ma's

house apart.

No warrant, no cause, picked you up

for questioning.

Dogs have more rights.

Here. Thanks, love. Away and make

yourself a wee cup of tea there.

I can see you don't partake

in loose talk...

or I'd be behind bars now.

Seems to me like we're

on the same side.

You're a go-getter.

I've been asking around.

A kid like you deserves

to work at something, build a future.

Do you know why you can't get a job?

Because it makes you easier to beat.

The Brits underestimate us.

This war is being fought in our

own footpaths, in our gardens...

in our living rooms.

Makes for a special kind of man who's

defending his home and his community.

I am thinking...

maybe you'd want to be part of something

that's bigger than your skinny wee arse.

It's bigger than mine.

It's as big as a country.

Well, do you want the job?

Okay.

Paddy's nothing but a wheeler-dealer.

That's a sure way of getting

your legs broken.

A fence is just a tout in training,

so you're finished with him.

Okay?

You got a car?

Aye, I do.

Mickey Johnson ran a taxi

company.

He was also high up in the IRA, and

drivers were a perfect way to recruit.

I knew Martin would be pissed off by

the IRA for taking out Frankie's knees.

Maybe he'd see Mickey's job

as an opportunity to get a car...

and to help us.

That was my hook.

In my world, timing is everything

and occasionally, we get lucky.

I've been asking around for you.

I'm glad you're okay.

I'm fine, no problem.

Come here, Frankie, I'll get you in.

You okay?

Are you okay, man?

Look at me, Frankie.

I'm sorry, mate, you know?

I wish I could have helped you, man.

There was nothing I could have done.

Okay?

Frankie's got an appointment

at the Royal.

Bloody taxis. We're very late.

I'm sure we've completely missed

his doctor...

and next week he goes

on Tuesday and Thursday.

Maybe I can give you a lift, like.

I understand.

-You got a car?

-Aye, definitely. Yeah.

That'd be brilliant, wouldn't it,

Frankie?

Tuesday would be grand.

I'll pick you up on Tuesday, okay?

-4:
00?

-Aye, definitely.

There's a right way and a wrong way

to do this. He's not in our pocket yet.

Pick him up. Let's see

what he's made of.

Worst case, he ends up another

statistic in jail or the morgue.

I don't see a downside.

Aye, he doesn't listen to anybody.

That's his problem.

-That's why he...

-Wanker.

What did you say?

-Would you take him off.

-Come here, love. Come here.

What did you say, man?

-Don't be starting anything, Marty...

-Did you say something to me?

Marty, just walk away.

Move on. Okay, move on.

Good man.

Okay, why would you do that?

Why would you do that?

You're going to point that at me now?

Why would you do that?

What are you sick? Is that it?

-Hey, get off!

-ls that it? Is that it?

And with a wee baby about!

With a baby about!

Against the wall, laddy.

-Ma!

-Marty!

-F*** off.

-I'm his mother!

Ma! I swear to God

I didn't do it!

He's assaulted an officer and

now he's got to go to the station.

Idiots were supposed to pick you up.

They weren't supposed to start a riot.

What the hell's going on?

Are you setting me up?

A desperate man goes to

desperate measures.

I'm Fergus.

That's a terrible thing happened

to your mate, Frankie.

I'm sure the sister, Lara, forgot to

tell you her mother got the shoes.

Thinks you're a rock star.

Hopefully, I've impressed you with

our thoroughness because...

I need your help.

You met with Mickey Johnson.

Never seen him.

This is about lives and saving them.

They'll do to you what they did to

Frankie, only worse.

They're terrorists, killers who've

found a cause to kill for.

Terrorists?

Is that what you think, huh?

Terrorists?

Well, I don't see anyone tearing up

your house because you're lrish...

hauling your arse onto the street...

getting the sh*t kicked

out of you by soldiers for fun?

The Brits have never been in lreland by

invitation, so who's the terrorist?

I'm offering a job you

can feel good about.

They'll offer you a job

that'll likely get you killed.

It's harder to live for

your country than die for it.

A car's expensive.

My gift to you. No strings.

You see...

I'm betting murder isn't in you.

Memorize this number, then

flush the card. Call me anytime.

Tell them your name is John Brown,

ask for Fergus. They'll find me.

How do I know that's not

bugged or something?

Well, why would we bother?

One phone call,

I know where you are.

You want to give me money

and a car for nothing?

That's fine by me.

-Hop along, Frankie.

-Give me those.

-How'd you afford a set of wheels?

-Because I got a job.

You did? You got a real job?

Aye, yeah, it's a real job.

I'm a taxi driver.

-Where's your license?

-Oh, you need a license now, do you?

I thought we were in Belfast,

you wee sh*t.

This is brilliant.

Look, don't mind our Frankie.

Ah, he's fine.

Listen, I was just wondering if

maybe I could take you out?

You know, maybe see a film,

or some dinner, or something?

-Sure. Dinner?

-Okay. Go on, then.

Look, I think I'm free on Thursday.

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