Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #8

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We'll pull your family out.

Don't tell Lara anything.

A slip could be costly.

She's pregnant again.

Congratulations. I won't let anything

happen to you or your family.

Ml5 just called me.

-Of course you told them to f*** off.

-It's done.

-The pub job?

-They're running it now.

What about my source?

A good handler manages the source.

He doesn't let the source manage him.

He's not your source anymore.

It's sh*t like this that ends careers,

so walk away.

Well, lads, for security purposes...

most of you are hearing this

for the first time, so pay attention.

It's your lives that's at risk

here, okay?

Martin, it's all yours.

Okay, we'll have 2 AKs in

the getaway car.

All right, escape routes

are on your maps.

-How many rounds we got?

-About 189.

Spares are in the getaway car.

-Why, do you think that's enough?

-Aye.

Tonight is a dry run.

We make sure our plan is good to go.

Next Saturday, on the 28th,

it's for real.

Sean, Kieran, you go in the side door.

Grace, we'll go in the front.

Check all exits.

A wee bottle of Guinness.

Johnny, stay with the getaway car.

I'll go inside, I'll keep watch on

the front door.

Get yourselves a drink,

do what you've got to do...

but don't leave any fingerprints.

Keep the change.

Aye. Ease up, man.

For f***'s sake.

You got the time?

Code green.

Code green.

Sh*t! You're a dead man!

You're a dead man!

You f***ing bastard, you.

You're a f***ing tout!

You f***ing bastard.

I'm going to kill you!

We've got you now, b*tch!

Hello?

Lara? Lara, it's me.

Oh, God. Martin...

Listen to me.

Listen to me, okay?

I need you to kiss Patrick good night

for me, okay?

We're going to be all right.

I'm going to go to my mommy's.

I'm so sorry.

Martin?

Aye.

I got a question for you.

What's that?

Will you marry me?

Aye.

You promise?

So we're married?

Yeah, we're married.

Great.

We are man and wife.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I love you, and I love Patrick, okay?

-But you've got to get out.

-What's that?

-So where is he?

-How the f*** do I know?

Under the circumstances, I think

it's a pretty fair question.

Did you compromise the operation?

Oh, so that's it, is it?

That's how this is going to go down?

Ml5 step in, screw up,

and I get to eat the bullshit?

It's a big picture thing.

It was supposed to be an easy bait

and switch...

and your boy shouldn't have

walked out of there but he did...

and now there's a mess to clean up.

Don't be forgetting,

you're one of the good guys.

-A man of the law.

-Since when?

Since when did this

become about the law?

What the hell happened to you?

Me and Lara had a fight.

Oh, Marty...

Ma, no.

Hello?

Hello, is Martin there?

No, I haven't seen him.

-Tell him it's Fergus calling.

-Fergus?

Give me the phone.

You set me up, man,

you lying bastard!

Look, it had nothing to do with me.

I'll be there in 20.

I'm your only chance now.

-Marty, what's going on?

-It's fine, Ma.

-T ell me!

-Listen, it's all right.

He's a tout, Mrs. McGartland.

There's no way that's true.

Marty?

The Special Branch

don't want him anymore.

-Connie!

-Connie, no!

No! No!

If you leave them, look,

I'll go with you.

Okay, you leave my family, please.

Ma... Ma, listen to me.

I'll be fine.

I'll be back in 2 hours.

Okay? 2 hours.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Get off him!

Get off him!

Oh, Ma...

Are you all right?

Christ.

Oh, Christ!

Yeah.

Jesus. Fine.

We're not going anywhere.

I'm just getting a bath.

They won't be here for another hour.

If it was up to me, you wouldn't

be seeing the end of that hour.

Piece of sh*t.

Get his feet. Come on.

Oh, sh*t. Ow, f***!

Where's Martin, then?

You going

to let them kill your mate?

He's not my mate.

You ever wonder why you're

not behind bars...

when we've been all over you

for the past 2 years?

Your mate, Martin.

I hear the Special Branch

have lost interest in you.

Well, then, that makes me unofficial.

New rules. You get to live if he lives.

Broom Park.

Broom Park, you f***ing bastard!

Yeah, this is a message

from John Smith, IRA.

There's a bomb.

A lot of Samaritans will die.

Broom Park.

What is the password?

Carry Gold.

What do you have?

We need to be able to question him.

Bring him in here.

Come on.

Over there.

F***ing peelers like flies on sh*t.

You going to tell me what you did?

I'm pretty sure the lRA is holding

my top boy somewhere in there.

Funny coincidence, that we're looking

for a bomb...

in the same place that

your source is being held.

Thomas...

Oh, great delay tactic. Pretty

much locked the place down.

Move out!

Come on, man, who are you

taking orders from?

Look, I'm just trying to make it

to retirement.

Oh, f*** it, then. F*** it.

Some stunt.

Move out!

F***, come on!

You're going to talk, Marty,

you know that.

You know that?

Keep it shut right now, right?

Get it.

-What are you doing here?

-He was my mate.

-You're not authorized, Sean...

-I want to hear him f***ing say it!

-Sean, you're not authorized...

-Say it!

Get out, Sean!

This is an army order.

I'm your senior officer.

Get out!

Sean, are you deaf?

Get out!

You'll bring the peelers to the f***ing

door if you're not careful...

Shut up! I want to f***ing

hear him say it!

Hey!

Get an ambulance, now!

He's a peeler.

We have no orders for this.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, what happened?

Get him back.

-Take him to City Hospital.

-The Royal's closer.

He won't live if we take him there.

Take him to the City.

Get alongside him.

Get alongside him!

Right up Jackson Street!

Jackson Street!

Keep going and ram him.

F*** him!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Watch the door!

So, Robbie, I hear the sh*t's

going down at Special Branch?

Bloody hell.

What is the matter with you?

Why is the kid still breathing?

Was it not a simple request?

If it was, you'd have done

it yourselves.

-F*** off.

-You asked.

Yeah, well, clean it up.

If the RUC don't protect him,

Ml5 will leave him exposed...

a gift to the lRA...

a bait and switch to deflect

attention from a plant higher up.

-What's your stake in this?

-He was my operative.

Sh*t...

Look, there's no way I can get

involved in this, for f***'s sake.

Well, how about I go to the press,

and we debate this in public?

You won't live long enough

to do that, and you know it.

Martin. That's his name.

Martin.

He saved, I'd guess, 50 soldiers,

RUC officers, prison wardens.

Ml5 turns him into a bargaining chip.

He has a girlfriend...

a son, and another baby on the way.

Look...

we uphold the law and break

the law in the name of the law.

Is that why you signed up?

There isn't a day goes by when I don't

fulfil my oath to serve this community.

I know.

Sh*t... Why me?

You f...

You f***...

-Where's Lara and the boy?

-They're at her mum's.

How long have I been out?

Long enough for

the dust to settle.

You deserted me.

Well, like it or not,

I'm your only friend right now.

My real name's Dean.

But you can keep calling me Fergus.

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