Harrigan Page #5

- You're dead.

- Is that so?

Try anything and I'll break his arm.

Move.

Back. A movement

and I'll break his arm in two.

How do I know you killed Billy?

Ask your son.

- Prutser.

- I did not...

- Take him to the radiator.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Caps, you.

- Shut up.

- You're the dick, plague young.

- I did not say anything.

Stupid.

- God's sake.

- What is it, Bridie?

- We need to drop off themselves.

- Can you get in the car?

Forget it.

He's on fire.

Harrigan for the monitoring station.

We are stuck in district office Monk Shire.

Send a van. We have no

vehicle that has just fired.

- This is empty.

- Use those.

This is it. Now it's between us.

Nice.

Now we settle this once and for all.

They are the coffins to the address

and one of them is your name.

I have no people.

Harrigan has five men to

an incident to quell.

I sit with the rest of the city.

The power is out,

if you do not know.

He gets back up when we have it.

Not before.

Inspector Larson is busy.

There is help, once available.

It's chaos everywhere.

Faster. Come on.

This is all your fault, you idiot.

We are all dead.

- Shut up, coward.

- He puts things like fire.

- And you're going first.

- Do not leave me behind.

Come on. Extinguish. After three count.

One, two, three...

- They come through the back door.

- Come on.

- Do not leave me here. Take the cuffs off.

- Shut up, will you?

- F***. A**holes.

- Shut up.

- I take with the denim jacket.

- That's mine.

- I saw him first.

- But I'm the sergeant.

Stay down.

Turn them over and tie them together

with their backs against each other.

- What is happening?

- Shut up.

- F***. What is happening?

- Okay, girl?

If this is settled...

I've told you, Harrigan.

I said that you would still get their turn.

And it's far, damn it.

You guys are crazy.

If I get the chance, I'm gone.

Nice. That will be a great relief.

Bess, come on.

They are gathering.

Lock the door behind him on the cut.

Alfie.

More patterns, kid.

What are you looking for? Shut up. F***ing

Let's take a look.

Ready?

On your knees, damn.

Harrigan, I have one of your people.

Damn. Moss.

Dunstan has him.

They skin him and hang him

from the nearest lamppost.

Do you hear me, Harrigan?

How we make cops off.

You know Dunstan loves fire.

Why he has that slut of a

daughter of your burned.

You've just made a witness statement.

You're not going anywhere, a**hole.

Let's settle this.

Do you hear me, Harrigan?

How we do it, Harrigan.

So we make cops off.

Go ahead. Do it.

Everyone knows you're his snitch.

Shoot off. Upside

A walk for him, the other for me.

That's even better. Both for me.

It's simple.

You put your finger to the

trigger and you shoot. Go ahead.

- Do you think I do not?

- Do it. Come on.

F***.

Artie Once finished with your boyfriend,

he grabs you.

What I'm afraid, say.

- They wanted to murder me.

- Where is Barry?

I had a gun to my head.

Put him on his feet.

Do you going to calm. Bastard.

- Do it.

- I told you.

Do it.

Come on, Barry. It's good.

All is well.

Lau, an ambulance.

When you were a baby, sweetheart, I crept

softly into your room when you were sleeping...

...To see if you are still breathing.

Then I talked to you.

I wondered whether other people did.

You were so small.

White dots on your nose.

I see you still smile in your sleep

a mysterious dream.

I think every day you and your mother.

Then disappear all those horrible people.

And I know I will be with you. Shortly

Harrigan.

Can we make pace, people?

I have to go to the morgue.

Suicide. Orange in his mouth,

dog leash around his neck.

- That will give a pretty picture.

- I'm ready.

Come brigges.

Photo for charity.

Mr. Larson, you can retract anything?

Would you all look as if you

have not done it in the pants?

Smart.

Three, two, one...

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