The Long Good Friday Page #6

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Where?

Belfast.

Belfast?

- What was he doing there?

- That Jeff Hughes sent him.

- What?

- He was hired.

The blond one, that Colin, always asked him

to do the chauffeuring on the long runs.

- A chauffeur?

- A mini cab.

Your husband drove Colin...

and he got topped in Belfast?

Yes, left there.

I was left with all the arrangements,

to bring the body back here...

and not so much as a penny for me and the kids.

And Jeff Hughes hired him?

Yes.

- And that bastard hasn't payed me any compensation.

- Alright, alright.

You'll get some compensation,

the corporation will look after you.

- Is there anything you need?

- I'll need a 100 quid a week.

Alright.

Anything else you want?

I just want him back.

Get him a decent stone, send me the bill.

- Drink?

- Yeah.

- Do you ever worry about your liver?

- No, we're just good friends.

My mum used to have a go at my old man about

his boozing and he always used to say:

"If you drink less than your doctor, you're alright. "

It's hot in here, shall we go on deck?

Hot?

Are you hot?

This will cool you down.

What did you want to talk about?

Shouldn't we be well...

with what's going on...

Everything's alright.

Alright?

I'm using the word the way you use it.

What?

Alright?

I remember vividly when you met me at

Heathrow of the plane form New York...

I said how's things been,

and you said "Alright".

- I'm not with you.

- Aren't ya?

Top that?

Quite frankly, I'm a bit flabbergasted...

you forgot to mention this carry on

in Belfast while I've been away.

Ah, that.

Yeah, that.

What about this mini cab driver, Phil Benson?

He's...

Well he was a friend of Colin's.

He got killed.

It's a long story.

- I know I should've told you, but...

- Well tell me now.

What the bloody hell was Colin doing

with a Lime'ouse mini cab driver in Belfast?

Colin can't drive.

Ah, that makes sense.

Second question:
Belfast, what was he doing there?

I know Colin fancied soldiers,

but that's taking his buggery a bit far, innit?

- He had to make a delivery.

- A delivery of what?

Come on I'm curious...

what Chieftain tanks, bars of

chocolate, Fiesta Durex's, what?

- Money.

- Well ain't they got any banks out there?

Well what money, what for and who to?

He was delivering for Harris.

He had a problem.

He was being leant on to deliver,

deliver money I mean to Belfast.

Leant on by who?

He's got a 100 micks on his labour force,

he's without business without them.

He was being leant on to organise a delivery.

He asked me.

So you got my Colin to deliver for Harris money to Belfast?

Yeah.

Well that is irregular.

I don't approve of my men delivering funds for the IRA.

He had no choice, he has to do what they ask,

otherwise his buildings don't get built.

That's why he never has a strain, that's why we use Harris.

Jesus Christ!

Of all the faces here you could have used,

of all of them...

you have to pick Colin for a job like that?

So he took a dip, yeah?

Yeah, he stupidly helped himself.

How much?

- 5.000.

- What?

You mean all this anarchy is for 5 poxy grand?

And three of their top men where wiped out,

The night Colin delivered.

So they put 2 and 2 together and come up

with the answer, didn't they?

'cause Colin's my man, it's down to me.

I'm the one that's grassed them up aren't I?

This is all revenge.

Yeah.

Revenge.

I'll f***ing show them.

That security guard, he could

give us a clue, couldn't he?

- Did he say anything?

- Nah not much when Alan got to him.

No?

Alan found him dying,

he'd been nailed to the floor.

- When was this then?

- It must have been just after you saw him and before Alan saw him.

Otherwise you would've noticed, wouldn't you?

I mean a geezer nailed to the floor,

a man of your education would definitely

have spotted that, wouldn't he?

Traitor! F***ing Judas!

I didn't do nothing.

Maybe you didn't nail the geezer, but it's

down to you all the same, isn't it?

- It had nothing to do with me.

- Don't lie to me boy,

I can smell your lies and all,

I can smell your greed, ambition,

and something disgusting like betrayal.

Why Jeff?

Why?

He threatened to kill me, I was scared.

- You put the finger on me, didn't you?

- No I didn't. It was Harris.

For micks, prick hard micks,

red-neck terrorist scum.

Blame me, blame Colin.

Revenge?

It's me who's gonna take revenge.

I'll crush them like beetles.

- Never.

- You watch, I'm gonna annihilate them.

- You can't wipe them out.

- You just watch me.

Kill 10, 20 bring out the tanks

and the flame-throwers,

They pour back. It's like an army of ants.

Work with them.

- It's my manor!

- Jesus Christ.

The British Army has been diving a battle

sh*t-frying at them from all angles...

- ...for the last 10 years and you're not impressed?

- Shut up.

They can take over here any time they want.

- Just shut up.

- You won't stop them.

To them you're nothing, nothing,

a sh*t on their shoes.

Jeff. He was with Harris.

They sold me out.

I'm gonna kill him.

Razors!

- Razors!

- Harold!

Take it easy.

- Calm down..

- Give me the gun.

You've got Harris, right?

You've got him.

Now you use him. You use him to stop

this bloody havoc, right?

- Counsellor Harris' office please.

- I'll show you the way.

- Thank you.

- He's on the second floor.

- A friend of yours, sir?

- Yes a very old friend, yeah.

Nice fellow isn't he?

And a hard worker.

Has been on all that bloody phone all afternoon.

- He has done a lot for the Irish community around here, hasn't he?

- So they tell me.

You know it's 3 weeks since they turned

over the pages of the Book of Remembrance,

there's a work to rule.

I said to the Union bloke, I said it's

a good job they didn't work to rule in 14-18

in the trenches in France.

Is this it?

- Are you gonna need me to show you the way down again?

- No, I think I can manage, thanks a lot.

Harold.

How unexpected.

Harold call it off!

You can't do it.

You can't deal with these people.

For Christ sake, they're not interested in money.

They're political, they're fanatics!

Come on, George.

Come in.

O'Flaherty, Harold Shand.

There's 60 grand here.

- To make sure there's no more hard feelings.

- Gonna have to wait and see the boss about that.

Where is he?

He's out there.

He just won the last race.

He'll be back in a minute.

This is Mr. Shand.

He's brought the money and he wants an answer.

- How much is that?

- 60 grand, it's in the case.

You'd better count it.

If you don't mind, I will.

You wait here, I'll got and get them,

I won't be a minute

Mr. Restivo?

Where's Charlie?

Everything's alright.

All the troubles are over.

What did he say?

Sorry, Harold.

But I'm glad you dropped in to say

goodbye, that's real nice.

- What are you leaving?

- Yeah.

- You're not going back to New York?

- Next flight out.

Come on, Charlie

I know we've had a few problems, we've only

been here a couple of days.

Yeah a couple of days that turned out to be

another St. Valentines Massacre.

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