Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #7

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Come on, please!

Will you just come to the window, Lara?

Please, I just want to see your face!

Please, Lara!

F***...

Lara, please.

I'm so sorry.

Lara, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love you, okay?

Look, look, I love you.

Look at me, please. Look at me.

Please, Lara, look at me.

I love you. I do.

Do you love me?

I thought you were dead!

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Come here.

That's it, eh?

Come here.

I'm taking you to Scotland, that's it.

I'm just going to take you and leave.

We're going to get away from

all this political sh*t.

You're never going to leave the lRA.

Oh, no? I'll do whatever you want me

to do at this point. I'm yours.

Because you're captured by the anarchy

of it all, like the rest of them.

And you love it.

So we're going to hit the pub afterwards,

courtesy of the Libyan government.

Don't go AWOL again.

It's not healthy.

I am in charge

of this entire operation.

Anyway, look, I've got to get back.

Like, Lara's not exactly

buying my excuses anymore.

Yeah, I was married to a nice girl once.

She hung in there until l...

until I tried

the alien abduction excuse.

What's this, the "take care

of your family" speech?

Hey, you're so young, Martin,

you make me envious.

Life's full of mistakes. I lost

my family making all the obvious ones.

There, that was your speech.

Aye, very moving.

What are you saying? Are you saying

that I should quit? Is that it?

-We've had a good run.

-Aye, yeah, we have.

Look, there's going to be a drop.

It's on Thursday night, on the docks.

My mate's wee brother's going to be

there. Don't worry about him.

He doesn't know anything.

He's just going to be there, all right?

So leave him alone.

Go in, get the guns, and then get out.

Okay. This is it.

What the f***'s going on?

Get down on the ground!

What's going on?

Ah, Jesus Christ.

Marty, they're Brits.

Get it started. Get the f*** out

of here, come on.

What the f*** was that all about?

You said I'd save lives, right,

and that includes my people...

you Brit bastard!

It's a set-up for a bigger fish.

It was out of my hands.

It's big boys' rules

you're playing here!

"Big boys' rules," is that it, right?

You're going to hide behind

"big boys' rules"?

Okay, well, how about this?

Like, "Yes, sir," huh?

"Consider it done, sir!

He's just another statistic, sir!

It didn't even happen, sir!"

Right?

You think that sh*t is going

to change the fact that you...

yeah, you... you killed an 18-year

old fellow who didn't know any better?

And you're innocent?

You and your mates are volunteers

in a volunteer organization.

Who's making any one of you do anything

you don't want to do?

Where does that leave you

and your mates?

Aye... Aye, my mates.

That's exactly what they are,

they're my mates.

You know, I know his ma.

All right, do you understand that?

Is that getting through?

I know this guy's ma...

and I know his brothers!

I told you what I know so you could

save his arse, huh?

But no, he's just another paddy

to you and your big boys, isn't he?

You know what? Get the f*** out

of my country.

We all know

the lRA aren't terrorists.

The lRA are freedom fighters.

Rise up for our help, oh, Lord!

Strike down our enemies before us.

An eyewitness maintains one of

the men pleaded for his life...

before he was shot.

This brings to 8 the number

of IRA members...

who have been killed

in the last 3 months.

Right, stop here.

Right, remember, lads...

single shots to head and the body.

No f***ing around, okay?

Away you go.

-Well, how's the kid?

-He's grown.

-They tend to do that.

-Yeah.

-F*** it!

-Well?

-The f***er wouldn't go down.

-Drive.

This wee girl was watching.

We were wearing the balaclavas, for

Christ's sake. She wouldn't make us.

Right. Here, get them shirts off.

I want you to take the car up

to Hightown Road. Burn it, okay?

-Did we actually get what we came for?

-Saturday, 28th of March.

At least something went f***ing right.

I've not really been sleeping.

That's why God invented sleeping pills.

I take it you've reconsidered?

-The hit on Park Street was...

-Ray?

Aye, and Johnny. And a wee girl

saw the whole f***ing thing.

Yeah. 7 years old.

She was right next to her daddy.

Got covered in his blood, I'm told.

I've got a son...

and there's nobody deserves to grow up

with that picture in their mind.

Fergus, they didn't give me any

warning about this one.

I'm starting to, you know,

think that they're onto me.

You wouldn't be here if they

were onto you.

I've not got a good feeling about it.

-My car's definitely marked, right?

-Yeah, of course.

Go home.

Hug your wife and baby.

The pub job's going on the 28th.

That's all I've got.

Well, you did well.

Aye.

Make sure you check the timer.

That way it doesn't blow up

in your face.

It's going to blow up

the whole city, man.

It seems like whenever

you're around, nothing blows up.

You want

to shut the door for me?

Yeah, you give it a good kick.

Good man.

There you go.

What'd we get Mummy?

We've got fish and chips, didn't we?

Straight out the deep fat

fryer, we caught this, me and Patrick.

All right, let's get some food.

Your friends Mickey and Grace

dropped by.

They went on about the new house,

the fridge, the cooker.

They were extremely interested

in the new TV.

It's fine. Honestly, I think

it's nothing.

-They trust me. It's fine.

-We have a child, Martin.

For his sake, I'd leave,

but I'm pregnant.

Where am I going to go?

Look, let's get married.

I want to get married. Do you?

I do. Let's get married, please?

Come on.

-Why?

-Why get married?

What do you mean, "Why?"

Because I love you, that's why.

Love?

Every time you leave, I wonder if

it's the last time I'll see you alive.

I have nightmares!

The neighbours are afraid of you,

and you wear that like a medal.

I heard you were palling with

the RA nutters!

Are you? Are you?

What exactly does the daddy

of our wee boy do for "the cause"?

Marty, see you for

a couple minutes, son?

-Mickey...

-Marty will debrief you later.

Looks like we're all set.

Here's a present.

It's from Mickey.

He wants you to keep it close by.

You know how he worries.

Aye. This is going to make you famous.

By the way, it's only me

and you know the exact location.

Aye.

Info finally confirmed.

Every Saturday, the prison wardens

play a football match.

Locations are kept top secret.

Now, next Saturday, March 28th,

after the Semis...

they'll be drinking in the Whale Pub.

So we have a week.

This is the big one.

Did you give her the gun?

Yes. Look, tonight we do a test run.

We check the place out,

we finalize details. No weapons.

Look, if anything happens, they will

definitely know that it was me who told.

Go on the recce tonight.

We won't do anything till next

Saturday. That's when we grab them...

armed and loaded, and when all the

sh*t goes down...

you walk into one of our

secured vehicles.

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