The Young Americans Page #3

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been paying for this.

We can't even afford to convict

half the criminals we do catch.

American money buys you more.

In case you didn't realize it,

our aims are the same.

Keeping things from me

doesn't help.

Can't you get enough of this place?

I thought I'd pick up my wages.

Fair enough. You look like sh*t.

Haven't you been to bed all night?

See you monday. Do yourself a favor,

get some sleep.

No!

You all right?

- Hi, stranger.

- How you doing, Rachael?

Just come to see

my favorite cousin.

- I've got to get back to work

soon, all right? - Okay.

And how are you doing?

Good.

We'll be moving you down to surgery

soon. Don't be long, please.

Surgery?

They're operating again?

Listen, it's no problem.

It'll be all right, man. Hear?

Come here.

She likes you.

You didn't tell me

she'd be here.

- Coincidence.

- Yeah, right.

You're a coward, O'Neill.

Talk about me when

I've gone, all right?

Okay, Lionel, how

are you feeling?

- Fine.

- Good.

This is more like it, eh?

Wait a minute.

Wait, please.

Chris!

Lie down, please.

Hello?

- Who are you? - You must want Sam.

I'll... I'll go get her.

Hello?

John?

- Who was that? - It's Barnaby.

He lives across the street.

He looks after the kids

for me sometimes.

- Barnaby?

- The kids like him, okay?

- Barnaby. - Look, John,

don't start, all right? Jesus.

- What time is it over there?

- It's late. Why?

- Why aren't the kids in bed?

- They are in bed.

Yeah? Well, if the kids are in bed,

what's Barnaby doing there?

If you're gonna be like this, I'm just

gonna hang up. I'm gonna go to bed.

Alone?

Come on, hit him!

Kenneth!

Through with it!

Points!

It's not exactly salubrious.

- Seat yourself down.

- Thanks.

I hope you're not going to ask me who

blew up your friends, Mr. Harris.

What do you take me for, a cop?

- You'd tell me if you knew anything.

- Is that right?

I read your record.

You've had your fair share

of enemies.

I'd rather just watch

a good fight these days.

If the kids want to fight,

then let them do it... properly.

Give them some rules.

Make it fair.

There's no respect these days.

The kids don't steal because they have to,

they steal because they want to.

- Tell me about Jack Doyle. - What?

Did he kill Carnegie and Carver?

- I doubt it.

- Get into him!

Doyle's just an angry young man who

believes everything he sees in movies.

- American movies.

- Is that right?

- Oh, for f***'s sake!

- You see that young paddy there?

Him in the blue.

- Come on! - We have ourselves a little

lightweight contender there.

Stick him!

Come on, stick him!

- His trainer doesn't seem to think so.

- No, that's his father.

Come on, bring the glove down!

At least he knows where his kid is at night.

Might even make something out of him.

Come on, move!

Turn it!

- You can reach me tomorrow.

- Okay, good-bye.

I'll see you tomorrow morning

at 8:
00. Good-bye.

- You all right?

- Jesus!

- I thought you were going to

mug me. - I was just passing.

No, you weren't.

I was. I've been doing

some shopping.

Mmm. How long have you

been waiting over here?

48 minutes. What were you

talking about?

Well, people like you give

us a lot to talk about.

Would you like to go

to a wedding?

Yeah.

- All right. Whose is it?

- My dad's.

Lionel's right.

You are weird.

Look, the last time we went out I was

the only one who showed up.

It won't happen this time.

- How do I know that?

- I'm best man.

Oh.

- How ya doin', boys?

- All right, Mr. Fraser.

All right, Mr. Fraser.

We didn't say nothing. They didn't get

a word out of us. That's the truth.

I wouldn't lie to you, man.

- I know.

- They didn't get nothin'.

- Nothin'.

- Of course they didn't.

You're good boys,

both of youse.

I used to live in a neighborhood

like this. A f***ing sewer.

People treating you like sh*t.

Nothing but trouble.

- Isn't that right?

- Yeah.

Every city in the world's

got a place like this,

people like us.

I'll tell you one thing,

I'm not going back.

What about you fellows?

Huh? You want out

of this place?

- Yeah. - Want to really make

something out of your lives?

Huh?

You want to be somebody?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, man.

Mm-hmm.

Of course you do.

Boys like you,

you deserve better.

The best.

You're special.

And that's why I trust you.

What do you say we

take a little spin?

Yeah, man.

The night's still young.

Let's do something!

Yeah.

Yeah?

Mr. Harris? There's a car

waiting for you downstairs, sir.

Excuse me.

Are you a friend?

Sir? Sir?

Lionel?

- Lionel!

- Stay away!

- Stay away from my son!

You hear me? - Mrs. Stevens...

- You're evil, just like all the rest.

- I just want to talk to him.

Get away! He doesn't need

friends like you!

Lionel!

This is him?

Carl Fraser?

- I could be wrong.

- Let's hope not.

He's been all over.

Brazil, Cuba, Mexico, Miami.

We almost got him once,

smuggling into L.A. from Colombia.

Eight months surveillance,

40 D.E.A. videos,

tapes, everything.

He didn't show.

He was tipped off.

Turned out he bought

two of our guys.

They disappeared and turned up six weeks later

in Mexico, their bodies dumped in a field.

One shot to the head,

five to the body, just like them.

I see.

You knew about this?

It was the kids

that gave him away.

He always recruits

kids of that age.

Virgin hit men. No records.

Clean, enthusiastic.

Makes them feel like they're a part of

something. Treats them like family.

These kids killed Roy England,

Curtis Payne and Frank Pierce?

I think so.

Well, he shouldn't be

that difficult to find.

Not if he's shipping

stuff in on this scale.

You should familiarize

yourself with that.

Familiarize myself? I should have known

about this from the very beginning.

Come on, Edward! We couldn't say anything

until we were absolutely certain.

We? A week ago I had 100 men

on this case; now I've got 98.

It's a bit late to start

getting familiar.

I'm not undermining your position, Edward,

but John needs more time.

He knows Fraser.

That's why he's here.

I thought he was here

as an advisor.

He is. And I feel confident we shall be

seeing results, sooner rather than later.

All right, all right!

A bloody speech,

for what it's worth.

Well, I'd like to thank

you all for coming.

It means a lot to Katie and me.

I'd, uh, I'd like to

thank my son for...

for the most bloody awful speech

I've heard in my life.

- Don't forget to thank them

for the cards! - What?

- The cards. - Oh, okay.

- Hey, Dermott!

- She's bossing you around

already! - Oh, no!

- We've only been married two hours.

- Listen to her, will you?

Thank you for the cards. Thank you for

the presents. Yes, you know, but I...

No, thank you again,

thank you again. I'm...

I suppose it's, uh,

it's times like this...

when you realize who

your friends are, huh?

Well, we'll, uh, we'll miss you all

when we get back to Dublin.

And you better come and

visit us, you bastards!

Come on now, raise 'em again,

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