The Young Americans Page #2

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Don't worry, man.

Put your money away.

- I got enough of it... it's all right.

- Put your money away.

But this is what it's all about,

isn't it, Lionel? Money.

Nothing else.

Look, man, we don't take sh*t

anymore. We don't have to.

- What are you trying to say?

- What am I trying to say?

You don't get it, do ya?

You could have some of this.

We know somebody.

- Don't want to know, okay?

- Boy-oy-oy-oy!

We're giving you

a chance, boy.

What else have you got?

You got something better?

- Or are you better than us? - You ain't

better. Same prick with a portable phone.

You better watch what

you're saying, brother.

- I ain't your brother.

- You ain't nothing, f***!

- Big man.

- Yes.

Yeah, that's right!

Now if you want some of this,

you're not gonna be the first.

Let's go. Let's go, Lionel.

Come on.

- Watch your backs, boys.

- F*** off!

Oh, something's going down.

We've gotta take a look.

This is our neighborhood.

Ah, it's just kids.

- Stop the car!

- What?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Step back, step back.

- Leave him! Leave him!

- Who the hell are you?

It's all right.

He's with us.

Anybody call an ambulance?

Anybody call an ambulance?

It'd be quicker to take him ourselves.

Barts is just five minutes away.

Hold on.

Let's go.

- Mr. Harris...

- Open the door!

- Mr. Harris?

- What? Let him bleed to death?

Watch your head.

Bollocks.

- What's your name?

- Christian O'Neill.

Okay, Christian.

- Keep your hand on the wound.

It'll stop... - Yeah, I know.

What happened?

You're Dermott's boy, aren't you?

Whatever. You'll be spending

the night in jail.

Just a minute.

- Who is it?

- Carnegie.

Don't tell me we woke

you up, detective?

- What time is it?

- It's okay, we're early.

Ohhh! Must be jet-lagged

or something.

We thought you might like

to be on your own today.

You know, take a look around.

Do some shopping.

- Shopping?

- It's up to you, sir.

We have to speak

to Jack Doyle again.

He's the guy that owns

the nightclub, right?

Yeah. Just a few loose

ends to tie up.

I'd like to go along. Frank Pierce

was killed just around the corner.

- I'd like to check out

the murder scene. - Fine.

Sorry to rush you like this.

Well, you're early.

Computer wizard, are you, sir?

I don't understand

them personally.

- I leave all that stuff to my

six-year-old. - You have a son?

- Lewis here has four

daughters. - Really?

- You a family man?

- Mmm.

- My daughter's 12 now.

- My son's 5.

- Beautiful boy.

- Thank you.

Oh, beautiful!

I bet they love it out

there in California.

They live with their mother

in New York.

- Is this where it happened?

- Yeah, it's, uh...

That's it. Just up there

beyond the bridge.

See you later.

- Jack?

- Upstairs.

Bit early for that?

I hear you're getting

married again, Dermott?

It's none of your

f***ing business.

- I bumped into your

boy last night. - Where?

None of your f***ing business.

- Busy, Jack?

- Business meeting.

- Anyone I know?

- I doubt it.

I hear you've, uh,

been busy down there?

Just work, Jack.

Just work.

Good boy, Jack.

Come on, let's go.

Here, let me do the driving.

Huh! Give me the keys,

will you?

Come on.

- Do you think he's

onto something? - Nah.

I'll bet he earns a packet.

More than us, that's for sure.

Thank god for our friends

in lowly pl...

Oh, no.

Hey!

My god!

Are you okay?

They're not here, and

none of these faces fit.

- Can I get an artist's

impression? - You'll get it.

I have to talk to the press.

What are you gonna tell them?

I'll tell them that Carnegie and Carver

were two of the best men I had.

- Is that what you really think?

- They were good policemen.

You're two faggots!

You're ugly!

Let him go!

Calm down.

Cool. Cool.

- What did they say?

- Nothing.

It's not them, is it?

I don't know.

I want to talk to the boy.

- Carnegie's arrest from

the nightclub. - Why?

He probably knows more than

all of us put together.

As long as that's

okay with you.

Mind if I show you something?

Do I have any choice?

You recognize him?

- No. - I think he helped

kill two police officers.

He threw a fire bomb

into their car.

They burned to death.

Why would he want to

do that, Chris?

All right, play it your way.

I hear you haven't spoken to anyone

since your arrest. Do you like it here?

- I've seen worse. - If I were you,

I'd get myself an attorney.

Assault.

Resisting arrest.

Who's to say you didn't stick

the knife into your pal?

Who did then? Who?

You know who did it,

don't you?

How's Lionel?

Lionel's in very bad shape.

He might not make it.

I want to see him.

Help me out, Chris, and I'll

make sure that you see him.

Check him out.

Okay, he's clean.

- What did he say? - He knows who they are.

He's gonna point them out to me.

- Really? - Yeah. I think

I'll recognize them.

I've got the boy's confidence,

so why don't you let me run with it?

- What do you say?

- Okay.

But we have to do it properly.

I still need to do my job.

- Fine. So do it.

- Still an "advisor," Mr. Harris?

You know what I mean?

Who the f***'s this?

- You're both under arrest.

- We're f***ing what?

F***!

Freddy, run!

I just don't believe this.

It's assault!

Oh, you want to press charges,

do you? Right.

- Somebody hit you over the head with

a bottle, did they? - Well, look at me!

Who was it?

The American?

Oh, come on now.

Who was it, your mate?

Oh, right! Your mate hit you over

the head with a bottle, did he?

Nice mates.

That'll add grievous bodily harm

to everything else.

F*** off!

This is just going to go on

and on until we're satisfied.

Are you listening?

Two of my policemen are dead, and we

have people who saw you at the scene.

Bollocks! This ain't even

a police station.

Look, either charge me

or let me go.

How old are you? Eighteen, right?

Look it up.

Prison. your life's over.

Is that what you want?

- How long have you been doing this job, man?

- Who's your American friend?

I don't know any

f***ing Americans!

You're a terrible liar, Dwayne.

You know plenty of Americans.

What about Michael Jackson?

Mickey Mouse?

Thomas Nuefeld?

Joseph Hernandez?

Carl Fraser?

Is that the name

he's using now?

He's changed names more times than

you've changed your underwear, Dwayne.

F*** off!

You curse me or my friend one more time

and I'll tear your f***ing jaw off!

Got it?

He's using you.

It's what he does.

But you're so full of sh*t

you can't even see it, can you?

Can you?

- They're just kids.

- That's where it starts.

We can't detain them any longer unless

we can make a positive identification.

What's all this

about an American?

Drop them back home in squad cars

and make sure everyone sees them.

I want the entire neighborhood

to know we busted them.

- Is that an order?

- It's police work.

Maybe we should just

give you a gun...

-and let you clear out this

whole town for us. - Maybe.

Who is it, Harris?

Who are you after?

I knew we couldn't have

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