Veronica Guerin Page #6

Right?

Don't worry.

Easy for you to say.

How are you? Do you know|where I might find Mr Gilligan?

- Sorry. Don't know.|- Right.

Mr Gilligan? I'm Veronica Guerin|from the Sunday Independent.

I've come to ask some questions|about your property ownership,

including this lovely|equestrian centre you've got here.

You could start by telling me|where you get the money.

C*nt! C*nt!

C*nt!

C*nt! C*nt!

- Are you wearing a wire?|- No! No!

Get off my property, you c*nt!

Jesus! Jesus, what happened to you?

What happened to you, darling? God! God!

What happened to you?

Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling.

Can you see it all?

Right.

- Are you ready to go home?|- Yeah.

- You wanna try a drop of that?|- Thanks.

Look, it's up to you, Ronnie,

but if you do press charges,|writing their story might prejudice the case.

I know you. You just want to steal it.

Of course I do. I'm a reporter.

So what's it to be, Veronica? Do you want|the story or do you want to press charges?

Yeah?

This is John Gilligan.

If you do one thing on me,

if you go to the garda or write about me,

I'm gonna kidnap your son|and I'm gonna ride him.

I'm gonna shoot you.

Do you understand|what I'm saying to you?

I'm gonna f***ing kidnap your son|and I'm gonna ride him,

and then I'm gonna shoot you.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

- Veronica.|- Where's Cathal?

- What's wrong?|- Where's Cathal?

He's in the country.|He's with your sister. He's safe.

Jesus.

- It was him.|- What?

I should never have gone there. Oh, Jesus!

- I'm so scared, Graham. I'm really scared.|- I know, I know, I know.

It's going to be all right.

- I want you to promise me something.|- What?

- Don't tell anyone I was like this.|- What?

All right?

- I don't want them to have it.|- All right.

That's what they want more than anything.

I promise you. You were never afraid.

All right. Oh, Jesus.

Never afraid.

Jesus, Veronica. Look at you.

I'll live.

How are you, John?

It's... been a while.

I'm grand. Get you a drink?

No, thanks. I'm not thirsty.

So, what do you want to talk about?

- I've a message for you from John Gilligan.|- The man you don't know.

As soon as I heard, I went to see him.|I told him he'd got it all wrong.

He's a small man with a chip. You know.

He's got a temper. He just lost his head.

Anyway, he wants you to know|that he's sorry for what he done,

and for what he said|about your kid and the family.

He'd never do those things.

He wishes he could take it back.

Gilligan got you to feed me|that shite about Hutch.

Yeah. He murdered Cahill, stepped back|and let the IRA take credit.

I don't know what you're talking about.|I'm here because he wants this to end

before things get any worse.

How can it get any worse?

Things can always get worse, Veronica.

Now, if you don't press charges,|you'll be 1 00,000 richer within an hour.

It's not enough. I want 300.

- I think I could get you that.|- Right.

You tell Gilligan that|he's not gonna be buying me off.

Nobody's trying to buy you off.|The man just wants to be fair, that's all.

Even if he's convicted,|all he'll get is six months.

Right, well, if he's not worried,|why is he prepared to pay so much?

Why did he bother sending a messenger?

You're not the Coach at all,|are you, Johnny?

You're the ball boy.

What are you doing,|talking to her like this, after what you did?

What the f*** are you doing here?|Get out of here.

- He sent that man to shoot you.|- That's a load of bollocks.

- Don't listen to this junkie slag.|- It's true.

He said the man was supposed to shoot|you in the head, but the gun didn't work.

Veronica!

I've decided to make a formal complaint|against the guy who beat me.

I mean, I would... I would lose a lot,

right, if I was to give in to these thugs,|and I'm not going to be doing that,

because it'd be worse for me|and for journalism

if I or any journalist was to be intimidated.

That means they've won.

And they're not going to win.

F*** off!

''The house shuddered and collapsed,

and then the little people discovered

that they were disappearing|into a swirl of leaves.''

He's fast asleep.

Thanks for watching him, Ma.

What should a girl wear to court?|Maybe the navy.

- This one looks grand.|- Oh, look.

Ah, look at that.

Look at you always trying|to be better than the boys.

That reminds me, you know, of a day -|I don't know how old you were.

You were out playing football and the ball|went over the wall into Old Man Clancy's.

Do you remember him? He was|a very dangerous man. Very violent.

The boys did nothing,|but you, bold as brass,

you marched up those steps|and you just knocked on his door.

- Scared the bejasus out of me.|- You didn't show it.

That's your thing, isn't it?|You don't show your fear.

You know, Veronica, sometimes it's wiser|to let the crazy old man keep the ball.

It is, and sometimes|it's braver to just walk away.

Well, I got the ball back, didn't I?

You know exactly what I mean.

In response to a motion by the defence,|I'm granting an extension until June 30th.

- This hearing is adjourned.|- I'm sorry.

Hey. You haven't seen|the last of us, missis.

Cheers.

You all right?

I've got a speeding issue|to deal with tomorrow.

You're big in Naas. You haven't|bought off any judges, have you?

- Who is it?|- Ballaugh.

Can't help you. I hope you didn't take|what that junkie slag said seriously.

Her brain burned out months ago.

And you didn't call me here|to talk about a speeding ticket.

Changed your mind about Gilligan's offer?

I'm writing a story.|Just want to clear some things up.

- You're my man.|- What do you wanna know?

How you guys launder all the money|you're making from the drug deals.

- Is it the Amsterdam casinos?|- Are you saying I'm a drug dealer?

Would you talk straight to me? The two car|franchises, the yacht, the house, holidays.

All that comes from the brothels? Don't the|taxmen ask where the money comes from?

You think I'd threaten those tax fellas?|That's bullshit. I was with me accountant.

The taxman was very fair.|I'm legit. They can't touch me.

Who shot me, John?

- You know as well as I do, Veronica.|- Yeah. I need to hear it from you.

Gerry Hutch.

I'm one of the only people in Dublin who|knows who did 90% of the hits last year.

- Cos you're Gilligan's partner, right?|- Look, I'm a fairly minor player.

You've seen Gilligan's house.

He has a two or three million f***ing horse|shed out the front that'll hold 8,000 people.

I'm not in his league.

So why are you asking me all|these questions? What's the story about?

You.

- Me?|- Yeah.

I'm gonna say you're a dealer,|name you, quote you on Hutch.

- You can't do that, Veronica.|- I think I can.

- You do that and I'm a f***ing dead man.|- You poor fella.

Listen to me, Veronica,|I'm trying to f***ing help you.

Take Gilligan's offer. I can't control him,|and you don't know how far he'll go

to keep from going back to prison.

I came with a photographer from the paper.

He's standing over there|next to the police. Smile.

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