The Devil's Own Page #2

No!

- I'm going to talk to her.

- Let's talk about it.

Take it easy.

F***ing guns, man.

- The john's downstairs.

- I'm collecting for Irish Relief.

Eddie.

Irish Relief?

- Billy Burke.

- Rory Devaney. Martin sent me.

He's a good man.

- How do you like America?

- Fine, the land of opportunity.

14 years old, I was sleeping

in the back of a saloon.

- Today I've got three of my own.

- You've done well.

I've done well with you lads too.

Drink?

Sit down.

- When can we take possession?

- These ain't egg rolls.

Stingers jacked the Russians

out of Afghanistan. It'll take time.

- How much time?

- 6-8 weeks.

- Can I put you up?

- I'm sorted out. Thanks.

- Where are you staying?

- Across the river.

- Where? Brooklyn?

- Something like that.

- How do I get in touch with you?

- Ask for Sean.

This is a Manhattan number.

- About the money...

- Get the gear, it's no problem.

Cheers.

Rory...

Are you Belfast boys

all born such hard-ons?

Are you asleep, honey.

- You faker.

- I'm not tired.

I'll give you a mummy tuck.

Where's ducky?

He's a sleepy ducky.

It's kind of funny seeing my sister

getting all worked up.

He is cute. But it's not like

she'd have a chance.

- Get off the phone.

- Wait a minute.

- How long have you been talking?

- Not that long.

- Who is it?

- A friend.

- Three minutes.

- Five minutes, please?

You have to press D-I-R. Return.

- What did you just press?

- D-I-R.

And then enter.

What does C-L-S do?

No, don't do it.

We're out of milk.

I don't want to close it.

I'm going to get some milk.

You want to take a little walk?

I'll buy you a beer. It's not far.

It's very peaceful here. Quiet.

- Do you know your neighbours?

- Yeah. Most of them.

- Do you like 'em?

- We get along pretty well.

What's it like over there?

It's violent. People are fed up.

- Doesn't seem to be a point to it.

- It depends where you stand.

I just try to keep out of it.

- These houses are fantastic.

- They're pretty old, around 1900.

Our new ones are older than that.

- Tony.

- Hey, O'Meara.

- This is Rory Devaney.

- Another friggin' mick.

I'm an immigration agent.

He runs a pet shop down the street.

He's the Prince of the Poodles.

Those are fighting words.

You know what this is?

- That's an Italian love muscle.

- That's why it's in your hand.

Let's find out what you can do

with one of these.

You and the sergeant. Me and Joey.

Italians versus Irish.

Throw the milk in the cooler, Joey.

Lovely.

- You're a wonderful man.

- Unbelievable, isn't he?

I don't know if I can shoot.

You hear about the Irish guy

who tried to blow up a car?

He burnt his lips on the tailpipe.

Scratch.

- That'll be mine.

- You're up, Irish.

- What is this?

- The luck of the Irish.

Let me check your green card.

There you go.

- Have you got money? Clean hanky?

- I'll see you for dinner.

- Leave it out.

- Take that, you Fenian bastard.

- Come on.

- I'll get you back.

No surrender.

Burke called.

He wants to talk to you.

Everything's set up for next week.

He needs the money.

One. Two. Three.

Snip, snip, snip...

- A delivery for Mr. Fitzsimmons.

- I'll take that.

Do you need me to sign for it?

No, that's fine.

Isn't it lovely, the way they glide

like that? Not a care in the world.

Are you from Belfast?

You don't know who I am?

- I'm Michael's sister. Megan.

- Michael Doherty?

- How's your mother?

- Bad since they killed Michael.

- Will I be off then?

- I best be getting on with it.

- Watch yourself, Frankie.

- You as well, love.

What I wouldn't have given for that

when I was 13.

Rory, Mom said dinner's ready.

- That's a lovely dress.

- It's for Morgan's confirmation.

- Are you married?

- No.

- Will you marry me?

- I'll have to ask your dad.

What are you doing in there?

I need a shower.

- Wake up, lazybones.

- Sheila!

- Get out!

- It's my confirmation today.

You're not going to look any better.

You might as well give up.

Mom, Morgan just gave me the finger.

Tell her not to do that.

She has to get out of the bathroom.

She only listens to you.

Oh, no! Dad!

There's something wrong

with this family.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

You have already been baptized.

You will now receive

the power of the Lord's spirit.

You must be witnesses

before the world...

to his death, his suffering,

his resurrection.

Your life must at all times

reflect the goodness of Christ.

Now that you've come of age, I ask

that you renew your baptismal vows.

- Do you renounce Satan?

- I do.

- All his earthly works?

- I do.

- His empty promises?

- I do.

Do you believe in

the Holy Catholic Church?

The forgiveness of sins,

and the resurrection of the body?

- I do.

- Amen.

- Hi. Aunt Birdie.

- He said hello.

- Rory, this is my friend Brooke.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

Stop it!

I'll be back in a second.

- You acted like such a dork.

- I did not.

Coming through. Hot plate. Lasagne.

Is the corkscrew there?

You must be the faithful sidekick.

I live beneath the stairs.

- Don't I look Irish to you?

- Eddie, how are you?

I'm gonna have a pop.

Come here.

I love these guys.

Telephone.

In the kitchen.

- Hello.

- Martin's dead. They got him.

We don't know how much they know.

You can't go through with this.

This way.

The Cloisters is a series

of monasteries transported here...

- Where's the judge?

- He's scared.

He think's they're on to him too.

- He says he wants no part of it.

- And the money?

He said to hold on to it

until you hear word from Belfast.

Is that it? Is it finished?

By no means is it finished.

- I'll have to go to Belfast.

- You can't show your face there.

I won't show my face.

Tell me who to see and what to say.

I'll go.

Given the particular situation,

we're going to have to postpone.

Make the payment now.

I'll stockpile the stuff for you.

I can't do that. I'm to sit tight

till things get worked out at home.

Hey, Mike.

I'm sorry about Martin, but these

are not soda cans you asked me for.

These are no deposit, no return

items, and I'm out of pocket.

- You're putting me in a tight spot.

- That's the way it has to be.

- If that's the way it has to be...

- It's the way it has to be.

I have to fly to Dublin,

and visit my mother in Belfast.

I tell them the three ports

that you might come in at.

That's it. Lovely.

There you have it.

Grand.

But it isn't just a message.

I mean like...

Do you ever feel guilty

about it?

Of course there's guilt.

I have sleepless nights

about some things.

No one's innocent.

Everyone has their ghosts.

- Are you all right?

- Aye.

Are you sure?

Paddy!

Beautiful! All you need now

is a house, kids and a dog.

Look at this.

Wait till I get around.

Take the radio.

35 Sergeant.

We've got a 1032 in progress.

He's got a gun!

Police! Freeze!

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I got the f***er!

Stop, damn it!

Toss it!

Don't make me shoot you.

A**hole!

Eddie!

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