Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #6

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Just letting you know I'm not going

to be too much longer.

I'll be home pretty soon, okay?

And I was also wondering if there

was any chance you could...

make me that special apple

crumble that you make?

If you could get

that going for dessert...

that would make a working

man very, very happy.

Apple crumble?

Listen, I got to go.

Okay, bye.

You know, you really shouldn't

knock it till you try it.

I don't cook.

What happened in there?

Like, it didn't take very long.

I got what I came for.

Want to meet me for a drink later?

Purely social.

I'd love to, you know what

I mean, but...

I just don't think it's

a very good idea.

-Aye, apple crumble.

-Apple crumble.

Look, I really do have

a pretty serious girlfriend.

Like, she's pregnant, and we're

living together and everything.

Just thought a wee drink

would be fun.

Here.

Take this to Allan in Turf Lodge.

I told him you'd have it there by 1:00.

If you're late, he'll be

thinking you're up to something.

Jesus Christ!

Man, were you following me?

Look here.

They gave me this.

When you jumped the ladder to Grace,

a platoon started following you.

Next time, take your car.

I have 12 minutes to make

it to Turf Lodge...

before they think I stopped

to copy that.

These are prison guards at Maze.

What's this schedule? Football?

I don't have time to talk.

Can we just move on?

Like, I've got to get out.

-Lara's water broke.

-What?

Don't worry. Her ma's taking her

to the hospital.

Sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Her ma took her?

Yeah.

Even mothers forgive when

it comes to grandchildren.

Oh, this is not good.

This is not, not good.

Oh, man, now I've got to drop this off

before I can get up to the hospital.

Look, Fergus, will you come?

Sh*t!

It's about time you showed up.

Are you ready to be a da?

Oh, that's perfect. Thank you.

That's brilliant.

Listen, Fergus, thank you

so much for coming.

It means so much to me.

Thank you.

I'm telling you, it's just...

Really, it has just been amazing,

you know?

Yeah. I remember the day

my Johnny was born.

Yeah, it's quite something.

We don't see too much

of each other now.

Casualty of the business.

We've already moved the officers

off that list...

but don't worry, we've relocated

all the officers at the prison...

making it look routine.

You're covered.

Okay, yeah.

Hey.

Oh, okay.

Well, we have to wet the baby's head.

Yes, we do. We absolutely do.

That is a very, very good plan.

I've got a few plans up me sleeve.

God, I need that.

-What's his name?

-He's Patrick. Wee Patrick.

-Patrick.

-Aye.

Well... cheers, Patrick.

You've got one hell of a father.

So does Johnny.

-Hey, Marty!

-Jeez, Sean!

Marty!

-Sean, what are you doing?

-How you doing man?

-Check it out. I'm a da!

-Who the f*** is that?

He's just some happy uncle.

Check him out. Come on.

Look at that. Aye.

-What's his name?

-He's Patrick.

Patrick. He's got lovely eyes,

just like mine.

-Oh, and what are these?

-They're f***ing shoes.

Well, they're... they're lovely.

But roughly a third of the consignment

was intercepted by the police.

The device was primed

and booby-trapped.

A police found it when he spotted

something suspicious in the...

A bomb factory equipped

for a sustained campaign of terror...

A hundred guns were discovered

by the police in one of the biggest...

Come on, hand it over!

I didn't hear you come in.

Obviously.

It's not what it seems, okay?

Don't bullshit me.

You think I don't know what you do?

It's just for a few days.

That's it.

It's the RA, and if not them,

the peelers.

Between the 2, you'll end up

either dead or in jail...

and then what about us?

What do you mean,

"What about us?"

I'm just saying it's just

for a few days. That's all it is.

You're going to have to decide, Martin,

because we're not waiting around...

for the call that they've found you in

a ditch with a bullet hole in the head.

Thank you.

So what, we've got to go to Scotland?

Like, for how long?

a Libyan shipment of weapons.

We're her security.

So we're meeting a Libyan gun dealer?

How do we know if they're Libyans,

anyway?

-How do we pick them out from the crowd?

-Usually they shave their heads.

-What, they're bald?

-And they're probably eating couscous.

That's not true.

It's a fact. You don't even know

what couscous is.

It's a curry that's got

all sorts of sh*t on it.

-Who, the Libyans do?

-Aye, they do.

That's disgusting.

It's disgusting.

They've got awful breath, they do.

-ls that true?

-It's a fact.

Mickey said that?

He actually said he wanted me to take

over the entire operation on me own?

-You're ready.

-Jeez...

What about Sean?

Okay, fair point.

Fair point.

They keep not making me say it.

Did you have something to do with this?

Did you speak to Mickey?

Maybe a wee bit.

Well, thank you for doing that.

It wasn't my decision, though.

It was his choice.

Well, thank you, if you did.

This is just mad.

Like, I've never even been out

of lreland before, and now all this.

-I know. I can tell.

-Oh, you can tell?

It's cute.

Oh, great. Now I'm cute.

Don't be so sensitive.

Cute can be... a very good thing.

-Well, then I'm sensitive.

-And cute.

Look, Grace, I'm sorry.

I just can't do that.

You turned her down, didn't you?

Mickey's good boy.

Sainthood.

Is that what you're going for?

It's going to be a fine trip.

Sean! Are you coming

to Scotland or what?

Come on, man.

I'm hearing whispers Ml5 are going

to step in and poach your star boy.

He's a damn fine bargaining chip.

You could jump a few rooms.

Do you know what the word

"collusion" means?

Although, it does have a certain

romantic ring to it...

but as words go, it's extremely

overrated.

It means we're doing the dirty work

while those brave souls in London...

fight a battle from their

f***ing drawing rooms.

I'm telling you, I like it here.

It's, like, peaceful. It's nice.

Look around, right? There's not one

chopper overhead, nothing.

It's nice.

I guess you're nesting. Come on.

We're late.

I'm just letting you know, you're

not going in on your own, okay?

I'll do what I need to do.

Grace, good to see you.

Apologies about the cold boys, eh?

So why are you wearing

that naff jumper then?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Bastard!

I told you no guns.

Are we going to do

this deal, or what?

Grace, you're not going in

on your own, okay?

For f***'s sake.

I'll be looking into you.

You can count on it.

Lara?

Lara?

-ls she here?

-3 days and nights you disappear?

I know, I know. Look, can I just

speak to her, Mrs. Flaherty, please?

Oh, shame on you!

I just need to speak to her

for just a wee second!

-Keep away from her...

-Lara! Lara, are you in there?

-No, please, I was snagged by the RUC!

-Oh, yes, that's a good one!

They wouldn't let me near a telephone!

I swear, Lara, they wouldn't

let me near a telephone!

There was nothing I could do!

If I could have spoken to you, I would!

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