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The Young Americans Page #4
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- Year:
- 1993
- 103 min
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and have one for yourselves!
- We're only just beginning.
- Cheers.
Cheers.
- What are you doing here? - I thought
you might be able to help me.
I did.
And I'm not proud of it.
Sorry. I've got to get back
to my dad's wedding.
Dwayne Henry and
Robert Dean are dead.
Their bodies were found in a ditch out
in some field. They were both shot.
No.
What about Jack Doyle?
What about him?
You tell me.
What is all of this to you, eh?
- That's my business.
- Yeah?
Well, this is my business.
this is where I live.
These are all people I know.
leave me alone.
Your people keep dying, Chris.
Come all you maidens
young and fair
do you mind?
You'll have to excuse me.
All you that are young?
And in your prime?
Always beware oh,
just a minute.
Hello, Chris.
Been a good day, has it?
- Yeah. - Good, good, good.
Who's this, you lucky boy?
Rachael Stevens,
Jack Doyle.
Pleased to meet you.
We all thought he was queer.
Listen, you need anything,
anything at all, you come and see me.
All right.
You're lovely.
What was all that about?
Nothin'.
As time are you gonna dance
with me then?
Brings all things
I can't dance.
# To my mind #
- You have to.
# Time with all its flavors
# Along with all
# Its joys # - Look who's come
to join us. - Hello, son.
# To my mind # - You didn't tell
me they were going to Dublin.
I don't know a thing
about you, do I?
What do you want to know?
What happened to
your real mother?
- She's around somewhere.
- Mm-hmm.
She got sick of him
being away all the time.
He was either being banged up in
prison or kicked out of pubs.
One day she gave me the family allowance book,
told a neighbor to keep an eye on me and left.
- Mm-hmm.
- I was 12.
I'm sorry.
Oh, you!
It's all right.
It was a long time ago.
You get on with your life,
mind your own business.
If you get happy along the way,
then you're lucky.
I got a hold of a car for you.
It's there if you want it.
I've been trying to get this guy to say
more than two words to me all afternoon.
Want a drink?
No, thanks.
- Oh, come on, have a drink.
- I'll have a coke.
Two cokes.
Put a double vodka
in one of them.
I looked at the report.
It doesn't say how long
you've been after him.
I mean, you, personally.
I put him away once
a while back.
I mean, that's what I'm
supposed to do, isn't it?
What's the difference how long?
That's what we do.
We chase bad guys.
And he's a f***ing bad guy.
How old are you?
- Why?
- Go on.
- How old are you?
- Thirty-one.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
How'd you get here?
I served in the army for eight years, and I met
Donnelly when I was working with intelligence.
He got you in the police force?
walk the beat, Mr. Harris.
Sure.
Sure, you can be ambitious.
Scotland Yard, Sherlock.
# From the port of old tralee
to the Dublin City bar
# From the Cork and
Kerry Mountains to the sea
# With a porter in my hand
I be singing with the band
# And I'll drink
'til the party's over #
Oh, lads, ah,
no bloody respect, eh?
In our day there was dignity,
but not anymore.
Now it's all drugs.
Crack? What is that?
- It sounds like a bloody firework.
- Same effect, so I hear.
The outsiders, Sid.
Bloody foreigners, Americans!
It's like the bloody war again.
They're all over the place!
You know, there's kids
younger than my son.
They're hanging on to this yank
like he's some f***ing pop star.
What's that, Dermott?
The yank. Oh, he's some
friend of Jack's.
Something to do with the club.
I don't know.
But I tell you what, if I caught
him using my boy, I'd kill him!
We don't need them anymore. We've done
all right without them in the past.
Let them keep their crack. Kick their
f***ing asses back where they came from!
- Who are you talking about,
Dermott? - Hey!
How're you hanging, paddy?
Ain't you fallen over yet?
- He's all right. - Listen, don't
neglect your missus tonight.
- I said, he's all right.
- Yeah? And who the f*** asked you?
Oh, hey, listen!
Hey, we're old friends.
Since before you were born.
There were none of your flash
motorcars and discos then!
We did it the hard way.
Hard time!
A stint in the
f***ing army, eh, Sid?
We was just talking, Jack.
Just talking.
Ah, he's just tired.
He's a good guy. He's all right.
What am I doing here?
Do you want to go?
Are you gonna let me
get to know you?
Yeah, please.
- Are you shaking?
- Yeah. It's cold.
I feel stupid.
Christian O'Neill.
- How long have you been here?
- About an hour, sir.
The coroner reckoned he'd had a
lot to drink. Could have fallen in.
- You've informed his wife?
- She's under sedation.
Woke up this morning,
and he was missing.
Open it up.
Christ.
Okay, then.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Don't get used to this.
Rachael, would you stay
for a while?
Let me show you something.
- Here we are.
- Um, this is great.
Do you come up here a lot?
Yes.
Thanks.
Chris, what is it?
Chris.
Chris, what is it?
Chris!
No!
No!
Oh, no!
Let us take leave
of our brother.
Trusting in God...
Chris.
Ice. Now. Go.
You were gonna kill me, were ya?
If I see you again, I'll kill ya!
Both of ya!
You understand?
Now get out of here.
Get out!
Bastards!
That-a-way!
Sorry I'm late.
I hate watching united.
- No good, huh? - Too good.
Too f***ing good, mate.
Keep this for yourself.
I been coming here
for fifty years.
Have you got a team,
Mr. Harris?
The Giants.
The New York Giants.
My dad was nuts about them.
- Took me to my first game when
I was four. - What's he do, your father?
- He was a cop.
- I thought so.
Following in his footsteps, eh?
No, no, no.
He got shot in the
back on the job.
Killed by some 14-year-old punk.
- I heard that kind of thing doesn't
happen over here. - Things change.
you yanks eventually.
Skyscrapers, hot dogs,
dishwashers,
remote controls.
Now this.
What did you want to tell me?
I'm next, Mr. Harris.
Why?
My living's become
my undoing.
I'm being hunted...
by the sons of younger men,
kids fighting somebody
else's war...
because they don't know
any better.
I'm a grandfather.
Six-month-old baby boy.
I'm...
Scared for him.
Sounds funny, doesn't it?
Someone like me.
But...
What can I do, eh?
It's not my town any more.
I don't recognize it.
I want to help you
to get this scum.
- Is Jack around?
- Upstairs.
- Who are you?
- Chris. I work here.
Hmm.
Well, would you do me
a favor, Chris?
Tell Jack Mr. Fraser
has arrived.
Yeah. Sure.
- I'll take you up.
- Thank you.
Mr. Doyle.
- Excuse the Fr...
- Evenin', Mr. Doyle.
Carl. I wasn't expectin'
you to drop by.
What's the matter,
you don't like surprises?
- I got you a present
and everything. - Great.
- Shall we go upstairs? Chris, get some
drinks. You want a beer, Carl?
- Yeah. Make sure it's cold, Chris.
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