Veronica Guerin Page #4
- Well done on the Brinks job, Gerry!|- What the f*** you doing following me?
- I'm gonna write about it.|- I don't give a bollocks what you write.
- What are you doing with the money?|- It's none of your business what I do.
There you go.
You know, I've forgotten my manners.
You've been to my home.|Maybe it's about f***ing time I visit yours.
- Straight ahead, sir.|- Thanks. I'll see you again.
- Night, Ma.|- Night, love.
- What are you reading, Ma?|- Just some of me notes.
- On the bad guys?|- No. There's just one bad guy I'm after.
It's the one who's up way past his bedtime.|Now, let's go.
You're getting much too big for|your old ma. I'll have to read you a story.
Jesus.
What the hell was that?
- Stay there.|- All right.
That's great. Thank you.
Ronnie. We're all nervous.
Ma's nervous, I'm nervous.
Even Graham.|He just won't say anything about it.
Everyone knows|it's no use talking to you.
Jimmy, those people issue death threats|if their laundry's folded wrong.
Ma! Ma, where did you put the candles?
They're on top of the bread box!
Ah, right.|Besides, it's not the first.
You remember those religious fanatics|after the Bishop Casey story.
There's always someone.|You get used to them.
No, Ronnie, you get used to cold water,|not bullets. This is madness.
You'd do the same. If you saw those kids|on the street, you would do the same.
- Not if there was people shooting at me.|- Ma, look!
- Cathal, that's great! Who gave you that?|- You and Dad.
Yeah.
I am listening, actually. Whoever did it|made sure I was not in the room.
Could you do this? You're better at it.
- There's nothing to worry about.|- Nothing to worry about?
I'm the only Guerin in the phone book.|Who do you think they'll come after next?
Don't flatter yourself, little brother.
Are you going to dance on this|or are you gonna go fast on it?
- Here, give someone else a go.|- Give me a turn!
Are you coming to bed?
- What?|- I know you can hear me. Coming to bed?
I'll be along in a minute.
Fine. Suit yourself.
Turn it down. Turn it down!
Come on. I love it. I love my work.
I'm finally doing something|that can make a difference.
What am I gonna do with you?
- Oh, come on.|- No.
OK.
Come on, man.
Come on. Good boy!
Did we wake you up?
What can I say?|I don't think Gerry Hutch is into drugs.
The Brinks heist, probably.|But drugs is just not his scene.
I understand, but I've been|tracking his movements.
I just need to source the drugs.|The connection's easy. I need your help.
- I need you to stop coming to my office.|- He's got the money.
We're talking about a fella|with no visible source of income
who paid tax on 2 million last year.
It's laundered|through the government's tax amnesty.
- He's got too much money not to be into it.|- In your esteemed journalistic opinion.
I know you seized shipments from Cork.|It's coming from somewhere. Where?
We've impounded drugs from|Liverpool, Scotland, Amsterdam, Pakistan.
You're not the only one trying here, and|Hutch isn't the only one with dirty money.
- Who else you got?|- I could name you a dozen.
Here's the latest candidate,|just in from Interpol.
John Gilligan, one year|out of Portlaoise Prison.
Can you tell me|how this Ballyfermot lowlife
has 300,000 to launder in an Amsterdam|casino? You're the star journalist.
Gilligan. Certainly keeps a low profile.
Yeah?
Hi, Aengus. Yeah, can you hold?
- Can l...?|- Go on. It's a copy.
- Great.|- Just go.
I owe you lunch.
No, run the Brinks story.|Just hold off on the drugs claim.
What for? This stuff you sent is great.
Just give me 24 hours.|I got a tip. This could be big.
- I'm trusting you on this one, Veronica.|- Oh, aren't you great!
Nice tan there, John!
Hope there's no hard feelings between us.
I'm not one to take a bullet|through my window personally.
Get lost.
I told you to be careful|with the likes of Gerry Hutch.
But you didn't tell me|about a fella named Gilligan.
Who?
You provided him with a car|when he got out of prison.
John Gilligan. Do you want me to spell it?
I run a bleedin' garage.|I provide loads of cars to people.
Hardly gonna remember|every one of them, now, am l?
- Is that him there?|- Why should I give a shite?
No reason, really. Just the fella behind|the security guard looks a lot like you.
- Now, there's a coincidence.|- Where's his money coming from?
Is he providing|hash and heroin to Mitchell?
I can't help you, Veronica.|Don't know nothing about him.
If I hear of anything,|I'll let you know, OK? Molly!
You can keep the photo if you like.|It's a nice one of you. We got plenty.
- You sell horses yourself?|- I do.
- You have a number.|- I sell them on to Germany mostly.
Myself and Geraldine are planning|to make this the largest and finest
equestrian centre in all of Ireland.
Well, I must say the size is impressive.
Said the nun to the sailor.
How about an apritif?|Some champers, caviar? It's all imported.
John and I have great plans for this place.
Hang on.
Hello?
- Hello?|- John...
You're breaking up there. Hello?
- It's Traynor.|- Johnny.
Listen, Veronica Guerin's got hold of|a photo of us in Amsterdam.
But, John, I swear I had nothing|to do with it. I never mentioned your name.
Johnny, I told you before, if she so much|as mentions my f***ing name, you pay.
F***ing eejits!
F*** 'em!
Happy Christmas!
- Now, isn't this great?|- When's Mum coming here?
She'll be here soon.|We'll want something stronger than that.
Yeah? Ma, how are you?
- Happy Christmas, Ann. You look great.|- Happy Christmas.
- Where's your mum?|- You know her. Always going for the gold.
All right.
There's someone at the door, Ma.
My phone'll be on all night.|You can call me whenever you want.
I love you too. OK. Bye. Bye.
Yeah, all right, all right.
Veronica's been shot!
How are you?
- How are you?|- You look gorgeous.
- Look at you. For God's sake.|- Hey, Willy.
Can't find any sport on. Can you believe it?
..extensive investigations|into organised crime in Dublin...
Why do they always use|that brutal picture?
It was a very serious incident.
Veronica Guerin|is a very talented journalist.
An attack like this could be seen|as an attempt to muzzle her
because of certain publications|or articles she wrote.
This would be connected|with last month's 3 million robbery?
We all know who pulled that one,|don't we, Hutch? He threatened me.
Veronica, please, stop this.|Write about fashion, about football.
Write about anything you like, but stop this.|You don't have to do it any more.
I don't see myself covering the catwalks|or doing a gardening column, Aengus.
You've always wanted|to write about politics.
I am. Drugs are political.
What if I told you|I wouldn't publish your stuff any more?
But you never would tell me that.
For Christ's sake, there's no sport channel.
- We have to go.|- What kind of hospital is this?
Is this what we pay health insurance for?
- Where Cathal?|- He's at your sister's with your mum.
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