Tiger Raid

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Next thing you'll tell me is you don't

recognise the Irish parliament.

Do I f*** recognise the Irish parliament?

Or Stormont the shithole.

- What about the Principle of Consent?

- F*** the Principle of Consent.

It's what the Good Friday

Agreement is based on.

Yeah, good Friday f***-up, you mean.

It was based on a sell-out.

Plain and simple.

F*** simple.

It wasn't you up there getting

shot or doing the shooting.

My grandfather did the shooting. Your

grandfather did the shooting. For what?

But, f***, didn't we get a republic?

Didn't we get a free state?

- What about the North?

- What about the North?

Listen, how can you say "What about

the North?" for f***'s sake?

- What time are we supposed to be there?

- Oh, 6:
30. What time is it now?

- About 3:
20.

- Not too bad.

I'm going to scare the shite out

of her too.

Oh, yeah? And why would you do that?

Because we have to use

a bit of intimidation, like.

No, we don't.

We just tie her up, make her father

rob the cash, and then we're off.

Hang on a second.

Hang on, hang on. Are you lost?

'Cause it sounds to me

like you're looking for

some f***in' cartoon lifestyle where we

don't hurt people on jobs. Am I right?

No, you're not f***in' right.

All I'm saying is,

if I'd had my rifle back home,

I'd have shot every Prod I could see.

Would you f***!

Most Prods are sound anyways.

I'd ride a Prod and

I'd f***in' drink with a Prod.

Sound? I wouldn't let Dave

hear you saying that.

- Oh, yeah? Why not?

- Because he was a volunteer.

F*** off.

The boss, Dave?

I never knew that.

There's a lot of things

you don't know about Dave.

I do know he does jobs like this.

And where do you think he learned

all that, huh? Tactics? Planning? Flair?

- The North.

- In the f***in' North.

So when Dave asks you about

the Principle of Consent,

keep your "John Lennon, free love,

save the

world and the Prods" sh*t to yourself.

- Did you ever serve in them?

- Who?

- The RA.

- The RA? They're f***in' amateurs.

F***ing haji checkpoint.

I'm f***in' Superman!

- How much do you think we'll make?

- About 50 grand.

50 grand!

I heard this fella is worth millions.

- It's overheads.

- Overheads?

- Yeah.

- F***ing rip-off.

- Yeah, well, tell that to the boss.

- Ah, f*** the boss.

Tell him that too!

Listen to me now, right?

50 grand's not bad for a morning's work.

Beats the f***in' dole.

Normally, you see, I'm working

with Ruby, but he's not around

since he joined the disappeared,

so now Dave says, work with Paddy.

I've got to work with you instead.

You know, I told Dave

I should have my own crew.

You know, it's about time

he f***in' gave it to me.

Your own crew?

Who the f*** are you

to ask for your own crew?

Listen, I can't do this low-pay donkey

f***in' work forever, you know?

- Like me, is it?

- Well, you like what you're doing.

I'm cursed with ambition.

Maybe he's building

you up for something.

Yeah, well, there's simpler ways

to make money than this.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

What about the drugs?

- He taxes the traffickers.

- But why not run the routes?

Why don't you ask all the

fuckheads out in Abu Ghraib?

F***ing smuggling the oil.

He never got into that.

With the new orders, everyone's

got to be the Dalai f***in' Lama.

Alright?

Can't put a f***in' fiver in the bank

without some c*nt asking you

where you got it.

So he taxes the drivers instead,

or he does jobs like this.

- F***ing smart. Less risk.

- What risk?

Joe, man, we'd be making ten times

more cash this time next year.

It sounds like you're trying to say

that you're smarter than Dave.

No, hang on, I just don't want

to be playing toy soldiers

'cause he's too f***in' scared

of a hassle. The end is coming.

Do you know what I mean?

Time to get paid!

You wanna get paid?

Put your time in first.

- Oh, yeah, like you?

- Yeah.

Seriously, Joe, man, if I were you,

I think I'd f***in' kill myself.

What?

Why are you so loyal to Dave?

Just because he got here first

and says, "I'm the boss"?

No one's my f***in' boss. Alright?

Me and Dave are like partners.

He provides the know-how,

I provide the technique.

And easy with the "f*** Dave" talk.

Has he tested you yet?

Dave.

What? Asked me to prove myself?

- Of course.

- Did you find it difficult?

No.

So it never cost you anything

personally to be loyal to Dave?

No.

Well, then he hasn't tested you.

And you can't do sh*t until he does.

Hey, what about you?

Yeah. And that's my f***in' business.

I think I have a lot of

contemporary ideas to offer.

Contemporary ideas.

The things we deal in go all

the way back to the Stone Age.

You know, my young fella's like you.

Always trying to change things.

He's a f***in' waste of time.

- You have a young fella?

- Yeah.

And a daughter.

Why are you so surprised?

That a woman would f*** me,

or she would have my kids?

- Both.

- Yeah, f*** you.

You must have been young

when you had them.

Yeah, too young.

You're not much older than he is now.

Did you bring anything to drink?

Yeah.

Whiskey?

Dave gave it to me, told me to bring it.

Yeah.

I was thinking more along the lines

of Coke or Fanta, not whiskey.

Why?

I don't drink.

What are you, an alkie or something?

Recovering.

- Well, give me a hug, then.

- What?

Congratulations.

Joe, I am proud of you.

Get the f*** away.

What? What?

How did you quit?

Last time I checked,

this wasn't an AA session.

Suit yourself.

"12 steps" this and "how

do you feel about that?"

I threw the doctor down the stairs and

he hit his head off every one of them.

So it was tough to give up, was it?

It's like you're a vampire, and you're

not allowed to drink blood anymore.

Have a whiskey if you want one.

- It wouldn't feel right.

- It would be grand.

- F*** it, go on.

- You sure?

HIV positive.

You know, I had an uncle

who was an alkie too.

Every Irishman has an uncle

that was an alkie.

Two-Four. Send. Over.

Two-Four. Negative.

Call sign Two-Two cannot hear me. Over.

Two-Four.

Roger, I have it in the trunk. Over.

Two-Four. Confirm target.

Two-Two.

Sh*t.

Two-Four. Do you want

me to shoot him now?

As in "November Oscar Whiskey"

f***in' now? Over.

Two-Four. Don't you think

that's a bit f***in' excessive?

Two-Four. Why not the obvious?

I've got my sights on him. Over.

Two-Four. That's horseshit.

It's a messy f***in' statement. Over.

Two-Four. F***ing whatever. I'll do

him after the business. I'm just saying.

Two-Four. Roger. Out.

So...

Who's the most f***ed-up

person you ever killed?

What do you mean?

I mean, like a real person.

Not just part of a job or whatever.

Why do you want to know?

Are you working for the Company?

No.

I'll ask you again,

are you a Company man?

I'll say it again. No.

All these f***in' questions, huh?

F***ing asking who I killed.

It's just a question, Joe.

Yeah.

Wahey!

Oh, Christ, you're a dose.

So, how many people have you killed?

- I don't keep count.

- Oh, you're a f***in' liar.

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