Ordinary Decent Criminal Page #8

You're a f***ing arsehole.

What the f*** are we gonna do?

Michael would never have gotten us

into this f***ing mess.

Cara-f***ing-vaggio.

F*** art!

All right, Liam, he's safe.

We need back-up.

This is foxtrot one calling...

we request immediate

armed assistance.

We've got a situation here.

All armed units are

chasing that painting!

F***ing bollocks!

What the f*** are you looking at?

All right let's move.

Right, stay there.

You'll have to sign for that boys.

Drop the gun.

Don't... don't f***ing shoot me!

Drop the gun.

Nice and easy.

Michael Lynch is involved. This is

a highly dangerous situation.

We're doing our best, but we've

no armed units right now.

For f***'s sake,

we need armed units, now!

Holy sh*t.

Hope they dont' take that

out of your wages, boss.

Sorry, Noel,

we've got urgent calls.

There's an armed robbery going on

in the Metro Bank in Dame Street.

They're still inside,

and apparently one of the's Lynch.

F***!

How the f*** did he...

I've no idea.

Tell them to keep him there.

Whatever they do, keep him there.

Right, Noel.

Come on, lads, out of here.

Come on, move.

Luke, get on to Control.

I want cars down there now.

And get those guys out of the bank.

Michael Lynch talking.

Do you hear me?

I'm coming out.

I'm giving myself up. Okay?

What do you want me to do?

Die, you motherf***er.

Put your hands clearly in the air

and come out slowly.

Okay. Here I come, lads.

Keep walking towards us

until we tell you to stop.

You fellas are gonna be famous

do you know that?

Shoot the f***er.

Put your gun down.

Walk away from it.

You're dead, Lynch,

so's your f***ing family.

Shut up.

All right, everyone stand up.

Up, up, now.

Go, move...

What the...?

How are you doing?

Shoot the f***er!

Get down...

Lynch is still in there.

Keep Lynch there

whatever happens.

Repeat, keep Lynch there.

What the f*** now?

Lynch, come out.

Lynch!

Rifle.

What's going on?

Haven't a clue.

But Lynch is still in there.

Good.

Are you out there, Noel?

I know I've been messing

with your lads

and they're probably a bit annoyed.

But this is it.

You have me for real this time.

I'm coming out.

Put the gun down.

Put the f***ing weapon down.

Noel... that's it?

Tell his wife to come

and identify the body.

Okay.

Where's Michael?

Tony?

Are you Michael Lynch's wife

Christine?

And you are his sister-in-law

Lisa?

Right.

Would you formally

identify this body

as that of your husband

Michael Lynch?

A nod'll do.

Oh God.

Sure they'd never recognise him

with his head in that state.

I think they will.

What?

Oh yes, of course, right enough.

So, is that him then, girls?

Yes...

this is the body of my husband.

Right...

it's over... well done.

Take it

Give me the f***ing mask

Good morning, Jero

Before we go our separate ways,

let us take leave of

our brother Michael.

May our farewell express

our affection for him.

May it ease our sadness

and strengthen our hope.

Lynch would love this send off.

He's probably up there somewhere

having a good laugh at the idea

of us protecting him now.

It was the right thing to do, Noel.

F*** it, he's dead.

Something between me and him, Ger.

It's the way

these things usually end up.

Now, that's what your mummy

sent you for.

Yeah, she'll pay you tomorrow.

Grand. Mind yourself

crossing that road now.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Hiya.

Hello there.

Lovely day for it huh?

It certainly is.

And how are you today?

Well, now...

Let's see now.

Is that tins of corned beef

you have there?

Yep, ''John West''.

Do you want one?

I'll tell you what,

can you hang on to it for me?

I'll collect it

later on me way back.

Save me lugging it

around on the bike.

Well, of course.

That's a grand bike you have.

I wish I had your speed.

Well, gets me around, you know.

Good luck.

Bye.

Michael, you just can't live

without us, can you?

Bless us, oh, Lord.

And these thy gifts,

which of thy bounty,

we are about to receive

through Christ our Lord, amen.

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