Shadow Dancer Page #3

Right, right.

Kevin.

We need to talk.

- Aye.

- Now.

Have a seat there for yourself, Collette.

Do you want a coffee?

Be grand.

When did you first hear

about the operation, Collette?

- This morning in the car.

- In the car this morning?

- Aye.

- Are you sure about that?

Aye.

- No mention of it before then?

- No.

- Connor drop you a few hints?

- No.

We were going to take out the guy

who tried to put you away?

No.

See, it's like this, Collette.

Only two men knew

the time and the place, right?

And it's hardly our Gerry squealing

to the Brits.

So, is it his shaggy-haired brother?

Or did he blab his fat mouth off

to his sister?

We lose you in London,

but then you're back

like nothing ever happened.

Then the peelers bash in

your Ma's door,

haul you off to Castlereagh.

But you're back by lea time,

like nothing ever happened.

Sure they knew

I'd been away for a while.

- Who?

- A man. An English fella.

- What was his name?

- Jenkins.

- MI5?

- Probably, aye.

What did he want?

- Where was I? What had I been doing?

- Mmm.

What did you say?

I said I was visiting my auntie

in the south.

Without your son?

I told him I was going with a fella there.

- Which one asked you about it all, now?

- Mac.

Who's Mac?

You said his name was Jenkins.

Well, Mac Jenkins, that's his name.

So you were friendly then, hmm?

First name terms and all that.

You're red-lighted, Collette McVeigh.

Don't leave Belfast. We're not done yet.

- Where is he?

- He's making his excuses to our Lord.

So sad, isn't it?

He said he wants to talk

to Collette again.

That's not right, Gerry.

You need to tell Kevin to back off.

After what's just happened,

he'll need to talk to her again.

What do you mean?

Just heard from the hospital.

Brendan's dead.

Christ.

Did you kill him?

- Did you f***ing kill him?

- Calm down.

No.

Were you going to?

Were you going to?

Kevin knows. He's red-lighted me.

No, he doesn't.

It's his job to make you think he knows.

Well, he's brilliant at it then.

You said, "Nobody dies,

- "nobody gets hurt".

- Collette!

Collette, love.

F***ing loads of them.

Do you want to talk to these guys?

I'll do the talking, OK? Yeah?

Youse will have to let us through.

Good morning.

We agreed none of this would happen.

- Yes, we did.

- You know the law, Mr. Hughes.

- Yes, I do.

- Good.

You're no! going to bury this man

as a soldier. Not on my watch.

- There's nothing here.

- That's a colour party.

It's a few grieving men.

Do I look like I was born yesterday?

Do you realise how antagonistic this is?

There'll be no trouble from us.

- Come on, Gerry.

- Listen, no trouble...

Just make sure there isn't.

Gerry.

Gerry.

Walk away.

Move your men back- Do you hear?

Stay where you are.

- Better stand in, Liam.

- You know I can't.

Father, Son

and the Holy Ghost.

For God's sake.

Liam.

Any comments, Mr. Hughes?

Look over here, Liam.

All right?

- What about you?

- What about you?

- Where's Connor?

- I think he's in the back room there.

- Right.

- Aye.

- See you. I'll see youse in a wee bit.

- No bother, take it easy.

What happened today

makes us look bad, understand?

It makes us look divided.

Youse want a ceasefire now.

We're not there yet, Gerry.

We're not there, but youse are-.

The Brits are talking about a serious--.

A document of surrender,

that's what's on the table.

The Brits are talking

about a serious response

- to any gesture we make.

- It's a document of surrender.

You've no f***ing right. No f***ing right.

- The leadership decides, Gerry.

- You don't represent us.

You never f***ing have.

- The leadership decides.

- Never f***ing have.

The leadership decides, Gerry.

Now cop yourself on. F***ing child.

Hiya. How you doing, man?

- Hey, pet, are you all right?

- All right.

You away there, Collette?

Aye. Aye, it's getting on.

Don't forget to pay your respects

to poor Brendan's parents.

Actually, I've been meaning

to ask you, Kevin.

Are you my brother's keeper, now?

I'll do what I have to do, Collette.

I believe it's your wee boys birthday.

Get a football or something.

- That's kind of you, Kevin.

- Don't worry about it.

Identification please, sir.

That's fine. Thank you.

Mac?

Come in.

We'll go in here.

Louie,

can you give us a minute

and go and talk to Daddy a minute

in the other room?

- Right, drink?

- No, thanks.

Come on. It's the weekend.

If I had known you were on your own,

I would have invited you over.

Why have you locked

the Henderson file?

- Maybe it was London.

- It wasn't London.

Barry Delavine works

my side of the street.

If he was pumping your hand,

that means he's got another angle

on Henderson.

Another angle means another tout.

- So you got someone else.

- Mac.

But Collette McVeigh was your idea,

so I'm asking myself why.

You know, I spend eight months

reeling her in,

and you're prepared to burn her

on day one. Why?

I'll tell you why I think.

I think Mulville was getting close

to Barry's tout,

and you just wanted

some f***ing red meat to throw him.

- I want to take her out.

- That's out of the question.

Look, they'll assume she's one of ours,

so she'll still take the heat off

- whoever it is you're trying to protect.

- That's fantasy.

Besides, she's only just got started.

- She's done what we asked of her.

- Come on, Mac.

A new identity, protection, a house,

income for life.

What is that? A million?

Throw into that

eight months' work setting her up.

It's more like two.

You think London's going to buy all that

just for one good hit

on Connor McVeigh's crew? Forget it.

- We made a deal.

- I absolutely forbid it.

Kate, she's got a son.

Is this because

she has a pretty face, Mac?

Because I thought

you were a lot smarter than that.

Do you like it?

Da-da, da-da!

There you go.

What do you think it is?

What do you think that is?

Are you just gonna look at it?

- He's doing nothing.

- Open it, Mark.

- Go on.

- Open it up.

- Look.

- Just rip it off.

It's quality wrapping

right there, isn't it?

Go on. Rip it open.

- Look at that.

- Do you like it?

- It's a good one, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Reckon you're big enough for it?

- I think so.

It's very fast.

A very fast bike this, you know.

I'm just gonna check the old-..

It looks good.

All right, get up on it.

OK, off you go. Yeah!

Yes! Perfect.

- Turn round. Is the brakes all right?

- They're fine.

Check them when you...

Just try them out down here.

Slow it down. Keep going. Keep going.

Keep...

Perfect. It's all uphill now of course.

- He's doing all right.

- Looks great.

- I think we done a good job there.

- I think so.

- Just go faster.

- Look at his face.

- Faster.

- Come on.

- Go on. Perfect.

- Mark McVeigh!

Mark?

Right, come on.

Right, 20 seconds.

Twenty-two seconds, off you go.

There you go.

That's all right. That's 20...

Don't start, Ma, please. Not today.

Come back now.

Where you going? That's 23--.

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