Stand Off Page #8

Where are you...

- What the...

- Where are they?!

- Stop! Wait!

- Oh, f*** you.

- Come here, you.

- We're sorry, Ma.

- Come here.

- I'm sorry.

- Stop! Stop, or I'll shoot!

- Put that down!

If you don't get out of my way,

I'll stick that gun

up your arse!

- No! Come on!

- [Yelling]

Let her go.

Do it. Do it.

- Whoa!

- Down!

Give me that thing!

What are you doing?!

FARNSWORTH:

Place yourself.

- Get out of here!

- Joe!

- Come away! Get over!

- Holy sh*t.

- Are you okay?

- I'm all right.

I'm all right. Get the baby.

Get in... Get in here!

I'm all right.

Hold your fire.

Stand down.

All units, stand down now.

Nobody shoot!

Don't shoot!

Let it go.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry.

JOE:

What are you thinking?

Who the f*** let that woman go?

What kind of a Mickey Mouse

operation is this?

Hey, get your boss.

Home Secretary,

Northern Ireland Secretary,

Queen, I don't care who it is.

Get them on the phone

for me now.

Put me through to Deputy Secretary

Buckley at the MOD.

WOMAN:

Okay, sir. Right away.

What did I tell you?

I couldn't just leave you, Dad.

You all right?

Damn knee went out again.

- [Winces]

- MARY ELLEN:
Tell me now,

- who told you...

- You did good, son.

To get in that sofa?

Was it your da?

Go and pacify

that woman, will you?

And tell her to stop

beating her children,

or you'll arrest her for cruelty.

Shut up, or I'll...

We'll need the SAS for that.

Undersecretary Buckley.

Hello, sir.

No, but everything's going

according to plan.

Well, I just need authority

to make a deal.

No, I believe we can nail

a major criminal,

someone I've been after for years.

MAN:
Okay, let's go.

[Telephone ringing]

JOE:
Okay.

Are you trying to get somebody

killed here?

That was not our fault.

All right.

I'll see you at the door.

Help me up.

WELLER:

Right. Right. Come on.

- Coming out.

- That's fine.

All right.

Have we got a deal?

Yeah. Deal.

But this is how we do it.

Bring out the woman

and the bag first.

Then you bring the kid out

and yourself.

MAD DOG:
Hurry up.

Get that thing up and ready.

WELLER:
All right, lady.

HATCHET:
Sh*t. F***, Mad Dog.

That's the bag.

I know that's the bag.

Get on with it. Now.

Quickly.

He's giving the evidence away.

Switch the safety off.

WELLER:

Show me this evidence.

- What is this?

- What?

Where's the passport?

What are you talking about?

Where's the evidence?

No, this is a mistake.

- Ju... No, I'll...

- Don't mess with me.

MAD DOG:
Come on.

He's taking it back inside.

- Where's the stuff?

- SOPHIE:
What's wrong, Joe?!

- Go on. Get back. Come on.

- Perfect.

- The passports? The coins?

- It's in the bag.

No, it's not in the bag.

It's empty.

Hit it, boss.

Aah!

- Sh*t. I missed.

- [Alarm blaring]

Jesus Christ.

What was that?

That was an RPG.

- Get up, you stupid bastards.

- Ah, God.

- Where'd it come from?

- Shoot, boss.

- Wait! Wait!

- Aah! F***!

[Screams]

Joe! Ohh.

Come back. Come back.

You can't go in there.

Come on. Come on.

Get back.

- Move! Move!

- Come on! Let's go!

FARNSWORTH:

Fire at will.

Ah, jeez.

Get the fire engines

in there now.

Move it. Come on.

Let's go.

Go! Go! Go!

[Sirens blaring]

This constable's gonna

take you to the ambulance.

JIMBO:
Help! Hey!

- What the...

- Someone's in here!

- We got survivors here!

- Help!

[Coughing]

FIREMAN:

Andy, we've got two survivors!

- Come over here, and give me a hand.

- Are you okay?

[Coughing]

Ah, my eyes.

[Coughing]

JIMBO:
What happened?

[Laughs] Joe.

SOPHIE:
Joe!

[Crying]

Annie.

- Jim!

- Annie!

Am I all right?

You're fine.

You're perfect.

- [Laughs]

- Maguire.

The deal's off.

No evidence.

- What?

- Take him in.

Wait. Wait.

I know what happened.

Oh, yeah?

Are you the Umgazi?

Show us your gun.

Just eat your chips.

Go on.

[Western movie music playing]

Where is it?

Tell me, or I will cut the tripe

out of the both of yous.

Wait. Guys, just tell us

where you put the stuff.

I'll buy you a new piano.

You will in your arse.

I didn't touch it, I swear.

But I think it fell into the pram.

[Cries]

Excuse me.

Yes.

Here you go. That's it.

That's what you need.

[Chuckles] Perfect.

Right. Let's shut

this little circus down.

I'll deal with you

in the morning.

JOE:
It'll be okay.

Thank you, son.

You did a great job.

I'm proud of you.

Not as proud as I am of you.

You're a great policeman.

Ah...

Hey, Dad.

I... I have a confession to make.

Oh, Randy,

I have a lot on my plate.

No, no, no, no.

I have to say it.

You know in the morning

when I go running?

Well, I don't.

I... I go to Mass with Mommy.

I'm Catholic.

Five years now.

I- I'm really sorry.

All right, all right. I...

I suppose I'll get used to it.

At least you didn't

tell me you're...

Please, son,

no more confessions.

Not tonight.

Jesus Christ.

OFFICER:

Let's go.

You better get going with them.

SOPHIE:
Take care.

Okay. Come on.

Take care, Joe.

I thought you were dead.

You can't get rid of me that easy.

[Chuckling]

[Tires skid]

MAD DOG:
Did you throw Bertha

in the river?

Aye. Crying shame, Mad Dog.

- She's useless now.

- Why?

'Cause we've

no f***ing rockets, you idiot.

OFFICER:

Don't you move, sunshine!

Still!

Good evening, Inspector.

I was just leaving, but you can

warm yourself by the fire.

Planning a trip, are you?

I might.

Have a nice house in Majorca.

You should come down there.

The wee shed out back

with a nice patch

of mud that you could roll in.

[Chuckles]

Well, your trip's been canceled.

Passport's out of date.

[Music playing]

- What do you think?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Good.

Try this.

JOE:
Hey, look.

SOPHIE:
There they are.

- JOE:
Hey.

- Hey.

- Good morning.

- Here we are.

Come on, wee man.

ANNIE:

Good morning.

Ah, you guys.

Hey. Come here.

ANNIE:

Yeah, yeah. Come on.

You okay?

Yeah. We're all packed.

Well, take care

of these two guys.

Yeah.

- Come here.

- Yeah.

SOPHIE:

Hey, there's that baby. Ohh.

Do you really think

you are my dad?

[Chuckles]

I'm sure of it.

[Sean fussing]

Very good. Cool.

JIMBO:

Okay, we gotta go.

Good luck.

ANNIE:

Bye, now. Bye.

- JOE:
Bye, Sean.

- Bye-bye.

SOPHIE:
Bye!

Well, Mr. Maguire,

think you got more

than you bargained for

hiding out in Belfast, eh?

Yeah. No kidding.

This just came in from Boston.

"Whitey Barrett,

FBI informant"?

You're kidding.

I think you're the least

of his problems now.

And, uh, about my gun?

Oh, that peashooter of yours?

There was no firing pin in it.

- No firing pin?

- No.

We'll call it an antique.

Okay.

Behave yourself.

Yes, sir.

I don't know about you,

but I need some breakfast and...

- Come.

- Yeah, come on.

SOPHIE:
Let's eat.

# Well, let me kiss the lips

that whisper to me #

# Uttering the words

that burn right through me #

# Hold me in your arms #

# Hold me in your arms, baby #

# And let me hold the hands #

# That once caressed me #

# Hands that made me sin #

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