Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #3

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Is that okay?

-Okay. You're on.

-Okay.

Frankie, don't mind him.

He's got a real job, you know.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

-So where are we going, anyway?

-The Europa Hotel, man.

I need you to pick my daughter up for

school in the morning. Is that okay?

Aye, no problem.

-Nice shirt.

-What, this?

I can pick one up for you,

if you like.

Come on, it's not like that.

-So, how do you like driving a taxi?

-It beats working for Paddy.

-No complaints about the hours?

-No, no, I like it.

You're one of my best drivers.

You're reliable, and that counts

for everything in life.

You know who you remind me of?

I don't remind you of anybody

because I'm not like anybody else.

My ma always said I'm like

one in a million.

A million. That's what my

ma always told me I was.

Aye, you're full of sh*t.

-Who do I remind you of?

-Wee Aggie.

Who's Aggie?

I wouldn't trust him with my wife,

but I trust him with my life.

I've got a bloody spring in me arse.

No wonder your aunt gave you

this shitbox for free.

Up yours, man.

I tell you what, I could have

got you a deal on a real car.

What, and end up with the peelers

on my tail, man? No thank you.

You're a tube.

-There he is.

-Here he comes.

Sean, where are you going, man?

You'll catch up with Sean later.

If God is good, and we're lucky.

We're going for a spin.

Follow that car.

It's a nice day.

Go north to the M5.

Head for Lorne.

Look, man, I'm sorry, but

I was pretty much finished my shift.

-I got a big, big night coming up.

-You'll be finished when I am finished.

Fine. I'll just keep

my mouth shut then, will l?

Turn left into that parking lot

there and park.

Aye.

Just over there.

You stay here.

I'll look and be right back.

And then you can get

on with your big night.

Now, is there a problem?

-No problem.

-Good.

Good enough.

Let's go.

Hello, yeah. Could I speak

to Fergus, please?

My name? John.

John Brown.

So whatever you want to do.

Like, just wear something slinky.

It's a really fancy place.

I'll pick you up at 8:00, okay?

All right, speak soon. I'll be there

at 8:
00. All right, bye-bye.

Sounds like Marty's got a date.

I do, I do, but I'm sorry, Ray,

you know, you're just not invited.

Listen...

take her...

take her somewhere nice. Yeah?

Oh, my God, it's on fire!

Is it meant to do that?

It's the chef's signature dish.

Of course.

It looks smashing.

Aye, it does. It really does.

My pleasure.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-So you never answered my question.

-What question was that?

Don't duck it.

You have an opinion.

I'm not ducking. I'm not.

I don't have an opinion.

You're lrish, aren't you?

You were born with an opinion.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking whether your ma liked

them shoes that I got her.

That's what I was thinking.

Yes. She practically slept

with them on.

-Did she?

-You achieved sainthood.

So?

Look, how did we get from me being

thrown out of school...

to suddenly my belief

in God, anyway?

Like, I want to know about you, like.

Like, what's your favourite band?

Okay, I'm not saying I don't believe

in God. Like, I do believe in God...

but He's probably not a Catholic God.

Right, I don't think God's

sitting on a cloud...

trying to figure out whether

He's Protestant, or Catholic...

or f***ing Buddhist either.

Everyone's got these big opinions

about how you should live...

and who you should love.

The government, the peelers, the

Catholics, the Protestants, the Brits.

Any of them is full of it if they

think that they know more about you...

or that they know more about me

or of God than anybody else.

It seems to me they're more interested

in killing than living anyway...

which, I mean, is hard enough to do and

then keep up with the everyday sh*t.

Morrissey, Guns 'n Roses,

the Pogues, and U2, of course.

Jimmy Page is probably one of

the finest guitar players alive...

and Prince is great for having sex.

Where are we, anyway?

We're in Lorne.

You know, someone told me about

this pub.

Do you want to check it out?

What's going on there?

-Do you know him?

-Don't know him. Don't know him.

Get back.

You get out of here.

Come on, move it. Move it.

Okay. We're moving!

Move it back now!

I ever tell you I wanted to go

to Disney World before I die?

Aye, you don't stop going on about

it, you and Minnie Mouse.

Tell you what, give us a lift home.

I always give you a lift.

You rode Lara, didn't you?

You keep track of her period, or

else you'll be shopping for nappies.

Good man.

What, I'm taking advice from

the model da now, is that it?

My kids are beautiful.

Besides, being a da's not easy.

It's got its responsibilities and...

F*** me. How you doing?

That's a nice bum.

What are you sucking on today?

It's one for our side.

Look...

you got to expect a bit of killing

and a bit of dying in a revolution.

That's the way things work.

Besides, you're not a man unless

you've got a cause.

Give us a lift.

Look, I didn't see anything.

Why are you working for them?

I'm not working for them like that.

I've been driving Mickey around, they

asked me to pick up Quinn, so I did.

-And they trust you?

-Like I said, it's not like that.

Why?

Well, you called me.

Why? What's different?

Everything.

Everything.

You can move on the inside.

Dead men will be walking around and

becoming grandfathers because of you.

That's my community.

Like, I know some of these people.

Memorize this.

Here's your petrol money.

-Thanks for the tea.

-Anytime.

F***! Stop him!

Hold it!

-Don't you f***ing move!

-All right, don't shoot!

Okay, lads! Make sure you're at the

Upland place by 12:00 noon tomorrow.

Mickey, you take the back roads,

dump the cars there and split.

Johnny will look after things here...

and lads, make sure no one sees you.

Okay, let's go!

-It's an odds thing.

-What is?

If the peelers get one of the cars...

the other 2 are more likely

to get through if we're in a pack.

Besides, with a cargo like this,

it keeps us all honest.

Sh*t.

Sean, what are you doing, man?

Put that away.

I'm serious, put it away.

Put it away.

If this thing blows,

I'll be Jesse F***ing James.

Sean, you put that away, man.

F***ing put it away.

Put it away.

-That's quite a car.

-Yeah, it's my da's.

Where are you off to today, son?

We're just, uh, picking him up

at the airport, like.

You're a long way out of your way.

Well, we had to go to my sister's.

Like, she's moving, so...

we're just on our way back round.

-Can I see your license, please?

-Aye, then.

I told my da to keep it in there.

I think he must have forgot.

May I take a look in the boot, please?

Aye, no problem.

You know what's happened?

This is a spare set of keys.

My da's got the main set.

It's not going to work the boot.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

If I give you a number...

maybe you can speak to my sister.

Have you got a pen?

I can write it down for you.

My da'll beat my arse if I'm late,

you know what I mean?

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