Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #4

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If you could just tell him that you're

calling about Martin McGartland. Okay?

Here, mate.

She says she has your keys.

Okay.

Thank you.

That's great, thank you.

They got nothing on us, they don't.

So who the f***'s your sister?

It was my ma.

F***ing, my ma!

Your ma? Bloody hell.

Me ma would have let them have me.

Good work, man.

Bloody hell...

An RUC patrol calling me like

I was your sister?

Hey, come on, I was brilliant.

Stupid risks cost lives,

including yours.

So you're my da now?

Just get the guns.

Today in Belfast, residents

of a middle class...

Detectives said it was highly

significant...

and certainly it was curious.

The weapons ranging

from old hunting rifles...

A haul of nearly 100 guns

including Kalashnikov rifles...

has been discovered by police

in the boots of 2 cars...

to have connections with the IRA...

Come on, let's go.

-Who is that?

-He's a target.

And what are you asking

questions for?

Listen, Marty, it could just

as easily be him...

scouting you and your family.

Go.

It's the Protestant church

near North Road.

Our target's got 3 wee girls.

What else?

Look, this guy's got a family as well.

He's just doing his job, you know?

Okay, Ray O'Brien is the shooter.

That's it.

What about Sean?

I don't know nothing about Sean.

I told you that.

You don't get to pick and choose.

This is all in.

Because I finger you, you're dead.

You finger me, I'm dead, so...

there we are.

I want to show you something.

He has a kid. A ma, a da.

-ls he a tout?

-A tout?

He saved at least 30 lives, probably

more. He's a goddamned hero.

Your mates tortured him for 7 days,

Sean doesn't get arrested.

A 400-pound bomb was your mate's

latest gift to the city of Belfast.

want him arrested?

He's my mate. He's got 2 kids

from 2 different women...

Aw, give me a hankie.

No way. I can't do it.

There's no deal. No way.

Then there's no deal.

What if I give you every detail

of every move he makes?

You can shut him down, like.

Come on, I'm into saving my mates

as much as yours.

Look at him.

Can't you just look at him?

It's a dirty war, and everyone seems

to think the end justifies the means...

which is why you and your mate

are even walking around.

How do you know I can do it?

You've got no choice.

Neither have l.

I'm not looking for a da.

Just...

don't get yourself killed.

How's it going?

-How you doing?

-Yeah, not bad.

It's cold out, isn't it?

-Aye. That time of year, isn't it?

-Aye, definitely.

-ls this all your gang, is it?

-Yeah.

-Hi. What's your name?

-Jane.

Jane, is it? Hello, Jane.

I like your jacket, Jane.

-And what's your name?

-Catherine.

Catherine, and what about you?

You ready?

You're cheeky, you are, aren't you?

-See you later.

-Anyway, take it easy. Have a good one.

Martin...

-What?

-I'm pregnant.

Are you sure?

I did a home pregnancy test and

at the hospital. Yeah, I'm sure.

That's something, isn't it?

That's brilliant, then.

That's fantastic.

Really?

Come on, what did you think

I was going to say?

I don't know.

-What about my ma?

-Oh, sh*t, your ma.

Sh*t, my ma.

Marty?

I have the washing,

but I can't find that blue shirt.

What were you doing with the blue...

Lara, love, you can come out now.

Look, the two of you are adults,

but if you get yourself pregnant...

well, don't go expecting your

parents to treat you any different.

Oh, my. Well, then, I guess

a congratulations is in order.

Your father wasn't much of a man

to look to, but you're not him.

You'll do the right thing,

or I'll kill you myself.

Ma, for Christ's sake.

Well, I'll leave you to make a plan.

-Sorry.

-There's lots to think about.

Oh, sh*t...

I was so worried.

Me too.

You okay?

I'm not going to piss off like

my own da, man.

I'm going to stick around...

give the kid a wee bit of advice

here and there, you know?

So it's going down on Friday.

You going to be ready?

I'll be ready. You're worse

than my own ma.

I just don't want you

to embarrass me is all.

You wouldn't embarrass me,

now, would you?

Wanker.

So, lover boy,

what are you going to do...

when Lara's ma finds out that

you knocked up her daughter?

Don't you worry about that one.

There's no way we're shacking up.

I've got it.

-Who is it?

-I don't know. I'm just getting it.

I've nowhere else to go.

My mummy, she found out.

Jeez, look.

We can't live here, really.

You want to shack up?

Aye. Aye, definitely.

Come here.

We'll be all right,

right, baby?

Marty McGartland, you're

full of surprises.

Aye, I know.

Now, come on, get inside.

I've got school every day, so, like...

Hey, hey, listen, you don't have

to worry about that.

I'm fully employed. You know that?

You know that?

I love you.

Me too.

Okay, look, at the Portsmouth ferry...

there's a boatload of soldiers going

to England, right, on the 18th.

Now, they're going to hit the vans

waiting in the queue.

I guess too many civilians for the boat

itself makes for bad press, you know?

Now, I know they got a shitload

of Semtex.

They've got a load of weapons,

make sure this really goes off.

-You know what Mickey said to me?

-What?

He said he was so pleased with

the Upland operation...

that he's bumping me up

to B Battalion.

-Yes!

-I thought you'd like that.

-I like that.

-Yeah, I thought you would.

-You know what else he said?

-What?

-He's sending me to meet McFarlane.

-Oh, come on, it's bloody brilliant.

That's bloody brilliant.

I'm here to prepare volunteers, in case

you get interrogated by the police.

They'll come in banging in the middle

of the night, screaming to confuse you.

Press this button to get directly

through to me.

Punch in a number, I'll call you.

Okay.

Appliance of science, that's brilliant.

I like that. Very James Bond.

Ask the Duty Sergeant to see the doctor,

before they beat you.

The harder they hit,

the harder you hit back.

Curl up in a ball and protect

your head. You'll need it.

Unless, of course, they cuff you,

in which case you're f***ed.

Aye, I know what I'm doing.

-Oh, yeah?

-Aye.

Do you know they'll hold your head

under water till your eyes are spinning?

Again and again, for a couple of hours.

If they won't let you

go to the toilet...

you strip right down in front

of them and take a sh*t.

They'll squeeze your balls with

a pair of pliers.

They'll twist your thumbs

out of their sockets.

Okay, man, like, I get it.

You say one thing, they'll

have you for 7 years.

You'll say whatever they want

to hear to make it stop.

Think. Outsmart them, but never

underestimate them.

You admit to anything, you'll end up in

a ditch with a cattle prod up your arse.

My car's marked, right?

You bugged my place.

I've got this wee buzzer here.

Look, there's someone on my tail

Yeah, but it doesn't mean

I don't worry.

I would get up there

if you'd get up there...

but there's no way

I'm going on my own. No way.

The bloody British. They found

out about the Portsmouth operation.

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