Devil's Own, The (1997)

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- How was your day?
- It was a bit cold.

- How did Frankie do?
- Oh, Frankie was tremendous.

He's a good boy.

Are you hungry? Are
you sure? Good.

I won't give you too
much. There you are.

Bless us, O Lord, for
these thy gifts...

which of thy bounty we
are about to receive...

No. No. Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Last night, a masked
g*nman broke into

a house in a remote
coastal area...

and shot to death, in
front of his family...

a man believed to be a
Republican sympathiser.

This is the latest in the
new outbreak of killings...

following the breakdown
of peace talks...

between Unionists
and nationalists.

Here's your target.
Frankie McGuire.

He's been responsible for the
deaths of 11 regular army lads...

seven RUC officers and uncounted
numbers of loyalist paras.

This b*stard has never
seen the inside

of a cell. I'd like
to change that.

This is it, lads.

Mind how you go.

Stand by.

- Oh, Jesus.
- Come on. In here.

Move it. Move it.

- Seanie?
- I'm all right.

Jesus Christ, half the
f*cking army's out there.

Keep your heads down.

Seanie.

I'm f*cked, Frankie.

- Frankie, let's get out of here.
- Go on.

- We have to go now, Frankie.
- Go.

Desmond.

Where's Frankie McGuire?

Up your f*cking arse.

Yesterday, in what
the army said was

a routine security operation...

soldiers, in a house-to-house
pursuit of an IRA g*nman...

found themselves in
a fire fight that

resulted in unexpected casualties.

While the IRA denounced
the attack as

an unlawful and
murderous operation...

the army put full
responsibility on the IRA...

and said it had no choice but to
respond to the latest outbursts.

Both sides said that this made the
search for peace more urgent.

Authorities say the casualties
sustained cast further doubts...

on the future on any
peace initiatives.

Frankie?

It's Martin.

- For f*ck's sake, Frankie.
- You had me shaking there.

How you doing?

Grand.

- You hungry, son?
- Cheers.

A present from the lads.
They send their best.

Good to see you.

- You're looking well.
- f*ck you, you c**t.

There was a big turnout for
Dessie's funeral. Which was good.

The cabinet was talking peace.

The whole time, the SAS were
waiting to wipe us out.

It was a set-up, all right.

- One of our own?
- We still don't know who.

I was gonna get you a paper,
but there's no point.

Northern Ireland Office
spouting the same old shite.

They say the word "peace,"
but end of the day...

all they want is surrender.

f*cking things.

If we could take them out,
they'd have to listen.

I've been working on that.

Stinger missiles. Maybe
then they'll talk peace.

But it's gonna need you, Frankie.

- So you're a judge, are you?
- State court.

I don't know too many
judges, socially speaking.

You wanna know what's the single

biggest problem trying
to raise money?

People don't understand
what's going on over there.

Well, we have a saying,
Mr Fitzsimmons:

If you're not confused, you
don't know what's going on.

That's it, isn't it?

It's fantastic.

Home sweet home.

Aye. When we need the money,
we'll need the money quickly.

Here's a construction
site address...

in case anybody wants
to know where you work.

I told them you're a friend
of the family starting out.

- They're connected, are they?
- No. Not in the least.

I've known Tom O'Meara 20 years.
He served under my father.

- In the army?
- No. The police force.

- A cop?
- Safest place in the city.

Daddy, Daddy.

Thank you.

- Mr O'Meara?
- Tom. Hi.

- Come on in. That's Annie.
- Hi, Annie.

- How was your trip?
- It was good.

- A long one, isn't it?
- Aye.

Come here. This is Morgie.

Morgan. Morgan. Hey.

Say hi to Rory. Sheila's
in here. Come say hello.

- Sheila, Rory's here.
- Oh, hi, welcome. I'm the mother.

- Nice to meet you.
- Thanks.

- Where's Bridget?
- What do you think? On the phone.

Careful. The kids were supposed to
get this crap out of the hallway.

Well, it's not much, but
it's dry and it's warm.

Come on, get off the phone.

Bed's over here. There's a bit
of a bath and shower here.

You got to jiggle this
thing. Sometimes it runs on.

How are you fixed for work?
Did Fitz find something?

Aye, I start in a couple of days.

The TV's here. What are you doing?

A building site.

- Construction, huh?
- Aye.

Good, good. Well, if there's
anything you need...

No, it's great. It's very decent
of you to put me up like this.

- No, don't thank us, thank Fitz.
- Guys, dinner.

We'll be right there, honey.

Besides, it's good
to have somebody

around here that pees standing up.

For food and clothes
and all that grows...

for family too, dear God, thank...

Dear God, thank you.

I hope Rory likes the
basement, because I don't.

- Rory likes the basement a lot.
- Pass the vegetables.

May I serve you?

Say when.

The meat looks
delicious. What is it?

It's corned beef and cabbage.

I thought that's all
you ate over there.

No. I've never had it.

You got this over
there, don't you?

Aye, we do have that.

In fact, I was baptised in it.

- You were baptised in beer?
- It's a joke, honey.

Have some vegetables.

Mum put a lot of
effort into this meal.

- Why do you always pick on me?
- Wanna pass it down, please?

- Pass the mustard.
- I don't like it.

What part of Ireland are you from?

From Cookstown.

- Where's that? That near Belfast?
- It's in the middle of the north.

It's on the shore of Lough Neagh.

Do you have a
girlfriend in Ireland?

Come on, guys.

- Morgan, come on.
- No.

That's kind of a
personal question.

Yeah.

Leave the guy alone. Give him
a break. He just got here.

- Bridget has a boyfriend.
- Will you guys knock it off?

- Well, Rory, welcome to America.
- Thanks.

Sector David, 2746. 13:30 meal.

Diaz, you're with me
again today, 14:30.

Everybody else, same post
and meal as yesterday.

This is getting ridiculous.
Everybody's laughing at me.

- Why?
- I'm supposed to drive the car.

You're supposed to sit back and
ride next to me like a gentleman.

Your stripes entitle you to that.

Absolutely.

The guy who rides with the
sergeant is the chauffeur.

- Yeah.
- And that's me.

So when are you gonna
let me do my job?

- When am I gonna drive?
- I don't know. Tomorrow.

You've been saying
that for three years.

Excuse me, goldilocks, do
you have the right time?

- Give it up.
- You're too tall.

That's my sister, you b*stard.

- Frankie.
- It's Rory now, you c**t.

Rory, Frankie, whatever.

What's that?

It's a high-five.
You're in the US of A.

- Look at the state of you.
- It's called style.

- Calvin Klein.
- Circus clown, more like.

Look at that one.

Sorry. It wasn't my
fault. He did it.

I didn't.

Look at the two of us. A couple
of Fenian b*stards, isn't it?

Jesus Christ, mind the car, will
you? She's just been waxed.

- That's yours?
- Aye. She's a beaut, isn't she?

- Bullocks.
- Honest to God.

Bought and nearly paid for.

f*ck, I left the door open.

Frankie, are we gonna
go through with this?

Three-five, 47 Central.

I've got a foot
pursuit. Northbound,

towards 207. Male, black.

Hey, sarge. The car's blocked.

Central, 35 Sergeant,
205 and Post.

Heading westbound
towards the park.

Three-five Sergeant north on 10.

Stop. Stop. Two-oh-seven, Central.

Towards the park. Northbound.

Hey. Move.

Damn it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Three-five Sergeant. They're
north through the park.

That's a copy, 35 Sergeant.

Hey, hey, hey.

You're gonna be sorry.

- Don't lose him.
- I'm on him.

Jesus Christ.

God damn it. Come here.
Let me see your hands.

- He's my collar.
- Take it easy. I got it.

Do you know not to run
away from police?

Yes.

You'll get yourself shot that way.

What have you got here?

He robbed this at the
10th Avenue bodega.

I witnessed him put
it in his pocket.

- You witnessed it?
- Yeah.

How old are you, son?

- Twenty-two.
- Fifteen, sir.

Stand him up.

That's old enough to know not
to run away from the police.

- Yes, sir.
- What's your story?

I was too embarrassed to bring the
condoms to the cash register.

Turn him around. Stand still.

Turn around. Give me your hand.

I swear to God, I'll
never do this again.

Take a hike.

Sarge, why don't you
cuff the rookie?

Here it is. The Irish
Republican Navy.

Aye.

What do you think?

The pitch is off. It'll
give us a half knot.

- For f*ck's sake.
- What is it?

It's pissing antifreeze.

- I knew it.
- Pull it.

We've got the prop work,
the pitch and all that...

the caulking and the pipes...

the transducer, the bilge pump,
and timing the engine out.

A dozen 55-gallon drums of fuel.

Why don't we just FedEx the damn
gear home and be done with it?

The two of us
crossing the Atlantic

with a hold full of missiles...

so they can sh**t our arses
off when we get there...

- It's crazy.
- Aye, it's f*cking mad.

Three years from now, I'm
gonna have my pension...

and you know what I'm gonna do?

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna raise pot-bellied pigs.

- Pot-bellied pigs?
- Yep.

Last night I was
watching television.

I saw this guy, son of a b*tch was
making a fortune in New Jersey.

- Pigs?
- Yeah. So I'm gonna get some...

Hi, girls.

What about the bakery? Last
week it was gonna be a bakery.

You know how early you got to get
up in the morning to bake bread?

We have a 10-52 at 42
West 135th Street.

Female called to say
husband's getting violent.

Police.

Police, open up.

Police, open the door.

- Hi, Mummy call the police?
- Yes.

Mummy.

You wh*re, come here.

- Put that g*n down, man.
- No.

- Let's talk to her.
- No.

- Come on.
- No. No.

- I'm going to talk to her.
- Let's talk about it.

No.

Watch it.

Take it easy.

f*cking g*ns, man.

It's these f*cking g*ns.

The john's downstairs.

I'm here to collect
for Irish Relief.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Teddy.

Irish Relief?

- Billy Burke.
- Rory Devaney. Martin sent me.

- He's a good man, Martin.
- Aye.

So how do you like
America, Rory Devaney?

Fine, land of the
opportunist, if you ask me.

That it is. Fourteen
years old, I was

sleeping in the back of a saloon.

Today I got three of my
own, among other things.

You've done well for yourself.

I've done well with
you lads too. Drink?

Sit down.

- When can we take possession?
- Possession?

These ain't egg rolls
you just ordered.

Stingers jacked the
Russians out of

Afghanistan. It's
gonna take some time.

- How much time?
- Six, eight weeks.

Fine.

- Can I put you up?
- No, I'm sorted out, thanks.

- Where you staying?
- Across the river.

- Across the river?
- Aye.

Where across the river, Brooklyn?

Something like that.

- How do I get in touch with you?
- Ask for Sean.

- This is a Manhattan number.
- Aye.

About the money. I
think you and I...

When we have our gear, you'll
have your money. It's no problem.

Cheers.

Hey, Rory...

are you Belfast boys
born such hard-ons...

or is that just something
you grow into?

Are you asleep, honey?

- You faker.
- I'm not tired.

I'll give you the mummy
tuck. Where's ducky?

He's a sleepy ducky.

It's kind of funny
to see, like, my

sister getting all
worked up about it.

She thinks he's kind of
cute, and he is cute...

but it's not like
she'd have a chance.

- I mean, he's from Ireland.
- Get off the phone.

- Wait. My dad's here.
- How long have you been talking?

We're talking about homework.

- Who are you talking to?
- A friend.

- Three minutes.
- Five. Five minutes, please?

You have to press D-I-R, return.

- What did you just press?
- D-I-R, and then enter.

D-I-R, and that's
"directory," and then enter?

- And so, what does C-L-S do?
- C-L-S...

No, don't do it. Don't... Tom.

We're out of milk.

Don't close it. I
don't wanna close it.

C-L-S...

- Hi.
- I'm gonna go get some milk.

You wanna take a little
walk? I'll buy you a beer.

Come on. It's just a few blocks.

It's very peaceful here, isn't it?

Yeah.

It's quiet.

Do you know all the
people in these houses?

Yeah, most of them.

Do you like them?

Well, we all get
along pretty well.

What's it like over there?
The violence, I mean.

Oh, it's violent.
People are fed up.

Doesn't seem to be much
point to it any more.

Oh, yeah. It all depends
where you're looking from.

Me, I just try to keep
my wee arse out of it.

These houses, they're
fantastic, aren't they?

Yeah, they're pretty old.

Some of them are from around
the turn of the century.

Our new ones are older than that.

- Hey, Tony.
- Hey, O'Meara. How you doing?

Good. Hey, Tony, say
hello to Rory Devaney.

Oh, another frigging mick, huh?

I'm an Immigration agent. Stick
out your green card now.

Come on, come on. He's
trying to bust your ba*ls.

He runs the pet shop. He's
the prince of the poodles.

Hey, those are fighting words. You

know what this is,
don't you, Irish?

That's an Italian love muscle.

Aye, that's why it's in your hand.

A wise guy, huh? Let's find out
what you can do with one of these.

You and the sergeant, me and
Joey. Italians versus Irish.

Throw the milk in
the cooler, Joey.

All right.

- Lovely.
- Thank you.

- You're a wonderful man.
- Unbelievable, isn't he?

You are a wonderful human being.

Oh, no.

- I don't know if I can sh**t.
- You're up, goombah.

Hey, Rory, you hear
about the Irish

guy who tried to blow up a car?

He burnt his lips on the tailpipe.

Scratch.

- That'll be mine.
- You're up, Irish.

What is this?

The luck of the Irish.
You pushed him.

- sh*t.
- No way.

No way.

Let me check your
green card again.

Keep going, keep going.

- There you go.
- Thanks for the lift.

- Have you got money?
- Aye.

- Clean hanky?
- I'll see you for dinner.

All right.

- Frankie, leave it out.
- Take that, you Fenian b*stard.

Take that.

- Come on.
- Come out and fight.

I'll get you back.

No surrender.

Hey, hey-

Burke called. Burke called.
He wants to talk to you.

Everything's set up for next
week. He's gonna need the money.

One, two, three.

Snip, snip, snip.

- A delivery for Mr Fitzsimmons.
- I can take that for you.

Do you need me to sign for it?

No. That's fine.

Isn't it lovely,
the way they glide

like that? Not a
care in the world.

You're from Belfast?

You don't know who I am?

- I'm Michael's sister.
- Michael Doherty's sister?

- Megan.
- Aye, Megan.

- How's your mother?
- Oh, you know...

not so good, since
they k*lled Michael.

- Well, will I be off, then?
- Aye, best be getting on with it.

All right. Watch
yourself, Frankie.

I will. You as well, love.

Best to you.

What I wouldn't have given
for that when I was 13.

Rory, Mum said dinner's ready.

That's a lovely dress
you have on there.

It's for Morgan's
confirmation tomorrow.

- Are you married?
- No.

- Then will you marry me?
- I'll have to ask your da.

God, what are you doing in
there? I need to take a shower.

- Wake up, lazybones.
- Sheila.

Blow-dry your hair somewhere
else. I can't take a shower.

Get out.

It's my confirmation.
I deserve to...

Oh, my God. You know, you're
not gonna look any better.

So you might as well just give up.

Mum, Morgan just
gave me the finger.

Would you please tell
her not to do that?

Tell her to get out of the
bathroom. She listens to you.

What?

Oh, no. Dad. That... That's not...

What is wrong...?
There's something

seriously wrong with this family.

In the name of the Father, of the
Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

You have already been
baptised into Christ.

And now you will receive
the power of his Spirit...

and the sign of the
Cross on your forehead.

You must be witnesses
before all the world...

to his death, his suffering,
his resurrection.

Your life must at all times
reflect the goodness of Christ.

Now that you've come of age, I ask

that you renew your
baptismal vows.

- Do you renounce Satan?
- I do.

Do you renounce all
his earthly works?

I do.

Do you renounce his
empty promises?

I do.

Do you believe in the
Holy Catholic Church...

the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins...

the resurrection of the
body and life everlasting?

- I do.
- Amen.

Hi, Aunt Birdie.

- What?
- He said hello.

- Rory, this is my friend Brooke.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

- You looked lovely up there.
- Thanks.

Stop it.

- So you lived in Ireland?
- Aye.

I'll be back in a sec.

- Okay.
- Bye.

- You acted like such a dork.
- Did not.

- You made...
- "Yeah... are you from Ireland?"

- No.
- No?

Corning through. Hot plate
here. It's Mum's lasagne

- Hey, is the corkscrew there?
- Aye.

Thank you.

You must be the faithful sidekick.

I'm the thing that lives
beneath the stairs.

- Don't I look Irish to you?
- Eddie, how you doing?

When'd you get here? I'm gonna
have a pop. Want a pop?

What? Hey, wait. Come here.
Come here. Rory, come here.

I love these guys.

Telephone.

In the kitchen.

Hello.

Frankie, Martin's
dead. They got him.

We don't know how much they know.
You could be next, Frankie.

You can't go through with this.

This way, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

The Cloisters is a
series of monasteries...

that was transported
here stone-by-stone...

- Where's the judge?
- He's scared to death.

He thinks if they're onto
Martin, they'll be onto him.

- He says he wants no part of it.
- And the money?

He said to hold on to it...

not to go through with the daily
without some word from Belfast.

So is that it, then?
Is it finished?

By no means is it finished.

I'll have to slip
back into Belfast.

You can't show your
face in Belfast.

I don't plan on showing my face.

Listen, tell me who to see
and what to say. I'll go.

Given the particular situation,
we're gonna have to postpone.

That's no problem.
Don't worry about it.

Make the payment now, and I'll
stockpile the stuff for you.

I can't do that. The
message is to sit tight...

till things get
worked out back home.

- Hey, Billy.
- Hey, Mike. How are you?

I'll tell you, Rory, I'm
sorry about Martin...

but these are not soda cans
you asked me to get for you.

These are no-deposit,
no-return items...

and I am out of pocket for
some very serious dollars.

You are putting me in a
very awkward position here.

I'm sorry, Mr Burke. That's
the way it has to be for now.

Well, if that's the
way it has to be...

It's the way it has to be.

I have to fly to Dublin, and go
up to Belfast to visit my mummy.

Then I tell them the three ports
that you might come in at.

Aye, that's it. Lovely.

- Right.
- There you have it.

Grand.

But it isn't just a
message, Frankie.

I mean, like...

Do you ever feel guilty about it?

Of course there's guilt.

Sleepless nights
about some things.

No one's innocent
in the situation.

Everyone has their ghosts.

- Are you all right?
- Aye.

You sure?

- Oy, Paddy.
- Gee, Sean...

Beautiful. All you
need now is a house,

couple of wee
volunteers and a dog.

Look at this.

Wait till I get around.
Take the radio. Hey.

Three-five Sergeant. We got
a 1032 GLA in progress.

Man...

A g*n. He's got a g*n.

- Police. Freeze.
- sh*t.

- Are you all right, Eddie?
- Yeah, I got the f*ck.

Hey, hey. Stop. Stop, damn it.

Toss it. Toss it, man.

Don't make me sh**t you.

as*h*le.

Eddie.

Okay?

Jesus.

He was getting away.

He's dead, man. Half
his face is gone.

- What happened?
- He was getting away.

Then he turned with
the g*n in the hand.

You shot him in the back, Eddie.

Here's his g*n. He tossed
it around the corner.

He shot at us, Tommy.
He shot at us.

- Thanks, Ted.
- Yeah, Tom.

You did good, Tom.

Grand jury's kind of backed up...

Yeah. Two or three weeks.
You talked to Sheila yet?

I'm gonna wait till I get home.

- Want a lift?
- Tommy.

No, I'm okay.

- You're Diaz, huh?
- Yes, sir.

That mutt, you know, he took two
shots at me. He broke in...

- This your PBA rep?
- Yes, he is.

Didn't he tell you
that you don't have

to make a statement for 48 hours?

- Yes, he did.
- Take his advice. Tommy.

Hey, Tommy, how did
it go in there?

Fine.

What does that mean, fine?

You shot him in the back, Eddie.

He was running away.
He didn't have a g*n.

He shot at us.

We're in the police business,
Eddie, not the revenge business.

Did you cover for me?

I'm fine. Just stopped for a few

drinks. I didn't
want to drive, so...

Okay. He's here now. So maybe
a half hour or so. Okay.

You all right there, Tommy?

Had a sh**ting today, me and
Eddie. Eddie k*lled a guy.

- k*lled the bad guy?
- Not that bad. I saw his sheet.

A couple of punk things, but...

Poor Eddie.

Pull over, man. I think
I'm gonna be sick.

- You okay, then?
- Just give me a minute.

You've got The Exorcist here.

New York's finest.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

Can I ask you something?

You ever shot anyone?

No, I've never shot anyone.

I've fired my g*n four
times on the street.

Four times in 23 years.

If you pick up a g*n, sooner or
later someone gets a b*llet.

Yeah.

Big boys' rules.

Yeah, what do you know
about big boys' rules?

Common knowledge, I suppose.

You ever sh**t anybody?

When I was 8, this man came
into the house, k*lled my da.

k*lled my da in front of us.

Jesus.

Let's go, please.

Aye.

I'm sorry about your dad.

- Did they get the f*ck?
- They are the f*ck.

Don't look for happy
endings, Tom.

It's not an American story.

It's an Irish one.

What is it?

Sheila, that Lopez
guy didn't have a

g*n in his hand when he was shot.

- He tossed it.
- What?

It was nuts out there. Eddie
didn't see him toss it.

I had the g*n in my hand
when Eddie shot him.

It was a bad call.

- Well, you covered for him.
- I lied about how it went down.

I've thought it through, Sheil.

I'm gonna take my pension. Retire.

Twenty-three years, and
you never took a bribe.

You never abused your power.

You never treated anyone unfairly.

I treated the dead guy unfair.

He shot at you.

He was stealing radios.
He got shot in the back.

You don't deserve to get
k*lled for stealing a radio.

Tom, it's terrible that he died.

But you're not the only cop on
the force who's made a mistake.

Besides, you didn't make
the mistake, Eddie did.

I lied. Don't you understand?

There are some things I
said I would never do.

Once, Tom. You did it once.

What about next time?

I can't do the job this way.

- I'm done being a cop.
- But you love being a cop.

I love you. I love the
kids. I love what we got.

I don't love being a cop any more.

I never told you this.

I was the only Irish
girl in Brooklyn

who didn't wanna marry a cop.

I don't wanna go back to work.

The kids won't be
home for two hours.

Well, hell, I'm retired.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- What?

Tom.

Sheila.

Officer needs help. We're
at 87 Cornelia Avenue.

Now. They're armed.

87 Cornelia Avenue.

Sheila.

Get out. Get out.

- Hey. Get off him, man.
- Tom...

You get up. Get up. Now. Do it.

Easy, man. Easy.

Shut up. Get up there
against the wall.

Get him up against
that f*cking wall.

What do you need?
What do you want?

You shut your mouth, man.

If they get here, things are gonna
get a lot more complicated.

Now, nobody got hurt. Walk
away now. Walk away now.

Damn it.

Okay, let's get out of here,
man. Go now. Let him go.

Sheila.

You stay right where you are, man.

Don't you f*cking move, man.
Don't you f*cking move.

Sheila...

Sheila.

- Let them go.
- I'm not going. I'm not going.

- Jesus, Tom.
- They're leaving.

Are you okay?

Honey, it's okay. It's
okay. Nobody got hurt.

- Are you all right?
- Aye.

Jesus, man. Thanks.

About 230, 240. 6'4" or so.

The other one was
medium. All white guys.

- Wearing masks?
- Yeah.

Just what do you
think you're doing?

Get him out of here.

You're a stupid man, Mr Burke.

You're only seeing me standing
between you and the money.

But you're forgetting...

about the thousand other
men standing behind me.

That's a mistake.

Are you with me there, love?

Hey, Rory.

You might wanna talk
to Sean about this.

Maybe I'll give him a call.

You could give him a
call if he was home.

But he's not home.

You wanna see him?

I know he wants to see you.

My pearls are still there,
and the cash wallet.

The TV, the VCR, the
computer. Nothing's missing.

Call me when you get
to your sister's.

Yeah.

You got a rain cheque.

I owe you one.

I'll have the girls
call you tonight.

Go get the money, and
we can do the deal.

There's a warehouse at 12th and
Hudson. I'll be waiting, okay?

And please don't f*ck around,
or I'll k*ll your friend.

Stupid man.

Jesus.

I'll explain when you get here.

I need you, Eddie.

Okay.

Who are you?

Did you bring this into my house?

Aye.

Where'd you go when you left here?

I went to make sure it
wouldn't happen again.

It was all lies, wasn't it?
Everything you told us.

Except for how I
feel about you and

your family. That wasn't a lie.

I'm sorry. I never meant
for this to happen.

I just...

I'm in a bind. I don't
have time to explain.

I'll just... I'll get my
gear and I'll clear out.

What's the money for?

I was thinking g*ns.
I was thinking IRA.

- I need that money, Tom.
- Why?

So other 8-year-old
can watch their

fathers gunned down
in front of them?

If this money leaves here,
more people will die.

Can you tell me that won't happen?

Let me ask you, what if
tonight everything you had...

was burned down around you?

What if you and
yours walked out on

the street and you were spat on?

Told you were nothing.
You're no good.

What if it was one of yours
cut down by a plastic b*llet?

One of yours you had to bury?

Would you just sit back
and say, "Oh, well?

Remember Annie? She
was such a sweet one.

God bless her."

You try to make some kind of
sense of it. You f*cking try.

You look around at all the
people, and you realise...

you're dealing with a government
that's fooled everyone.

All sides.

Normal people in a
normal situation

find it a disgusting, ugly w*r...

that you can't understand,
because you haven't lived it.

I'm sorry it's going
badly between us.

You're a good man.

But understand, I have to go.

I'm also a cop, and
I can't let you go.

I'm going, Tom.

Tommy?

Come on, Eddie. Cuff him.

You drive.

Jesus, look at this.

It's this trash thing.

I'm a police officer.
I'm gonna have

to ask you to move this vehicle.

I can't do it.

You're gonna have
to move the truck.

- We got a guy...
- You move it.

Move, move, move.

Don't.

- What kind of animal is this?
- A bear.

What kind of noise
does a bear make?

Hello.

- And what kind of animal is this?
- An owl.

That's right. And what kind
of noise does an owl make?

That's right. When
do owls come out?

In the night-time.

Something terrible's happened.

Tommy.

There's some people
here to see you. FBI.

- This is Sergeant Thomas O'Meara.
- Sergeant.

I'm Evan Stanley, this is Art

Fisher. New York
Field Office, FBI.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about Frankie McGuire.

- Who's Frankie McGuire?
- Francis Boston McGuire...

a.k.a. Frankie the Angel.

Born July 27, 1964.
Belfast, Northern Ireland.

From December, 1985 he
was a unit commander.

Falls Road Active Service
Unit, Belfast Brigade...

Provisional Irish Republican Army.

Wanted for the crime of m*rder.
Thirteen British soldiers.

Eleven police officers.

One thing I'm not clear about.

Exactly what is your
relationship to

this t*rror1st, Sergeant O'Meara?

- Who are you?
- Hany Sloan, sergeant...

British Intelligence.

- You are Irish.
- So is Cardinal O'Connor.

I've been tracking these murderous
b*stards for nearly two years.

He's the last of them.

A month ago, we were informed
he had surfaced in New York.

I have been given the authority by
both my government and yours...

to use any means necessary to
bring closure to this issue.

You wanna talk to me again...

you read me my rights.

Tom, I want you to cooperate
with these people.

Don't piss your career
away over this.

They're not gonna bring him in.

They're gonna k*ll him.

Money, the missiles.

Where's Sean?

I have to see him.

What do you think? You're gonna
f*ck with me, you bog-Irish hick.

f*ck with me?

I think not.

You're on your own here, laddie.

You know it. I know it.

And I guarantee you Sean knows it.

Get him.

Give us the money.

You're a stupid man, Mr Burke.

Sweet dreams.

Frankie.

My mind's been racing a hundred
miles an hour since I heard.

I've got a plan.
You know my sister

and her husband, John McDonagh?

They live in San
Francisco. We'll get

you on the train.
They'll sort you out.

- There's no sorting me out.
- There is.

I k*lled a cop.

That's why you've got to go there.

- I leave tonight.
- Going where?

- Back home.
- Frankie, are you mad?

We've got enough martyrs.
We don't need another one.

I'm gonna take that boat and
ram it straight up their arse.

I need you to tell
them I'm coming.

Look, I'm not saying you
have to give it up.

I'm saying lay low
for a while, until

the whole thing quietens down.

If you wanna fight, you
have to stay alive.

- You're no use to anyone dead.
- Seanie's dead.

Christ.

I leave tonight.

- Yes?
- Is the boss in?

I'm afraid he's
otherwise occupied.

Police business.

- Tom, how are you?
- Not so good.

Tom, I had no idea. I called
you as soon as I got the news.

I was at the hospital with Eddie.

I'm so sorry about Eddie.

Tom, I sponsor dozens
of these kids.

I should've checked
his background.

Maybe I'm stupid, but I
just can't put it together.

What's it for? The money?

What's all that
f*cking money for?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm racking my brain. The only
thing I can think of is g*ns.

Like the one my wife had
jammed in her face.

You know there were guys with
ski masks and g*ns in my house?

Did you know that?

Tom, why don't you go home?

Get some rest.

I'm sorry, Peter.

I will go home. I'm tired.

As soon as I lock him up.

Do me one more favour. Tell me...

- where is he?
- I don't know.

Where is he? I'll put your head
right through this f*cking wall.

Hey. Hey.

Stop. Hey. I just
wanna talk to you.

Come here.

Open the door.

God damn. I just
wanna talk to you.

- Where is he?
- He's not here.

Don't you touch him.
Leave him alone.

- Rory.
- Keep away from me, Tom.

What's your name?

Megan Doherty.

He's away, Megan.

I'm Tom O'Meara. Rory's
been staying with us.

Did he tell you?

I understand why he's
doing what he's doing.

If I had to endure
what he's endured...

If I was 8 years old
and saw my father

gunned down in front
of my family...

I'd be carrying a g*n too...

but I wouldn't be wearing a badge.

I'm not gonna lie to you,
Megan. I'm hereto bring him in.

He k*lled a cop.

The FBI is after him.

The guys he was doing business
with here are after him.

There's an SAS agent...

who has tracked down and k*lled
every other member of his unit.

He doesn't have to die.

But if you wanna see him again,
you got to help me find him.

I promise you I'll do everything
I can to bring him in alive.

Mr O'Meara.

Hold it. Let me see your hands.

- I've got to bring you in, son.
- I'm not going back, Tom.

The k*lling's got
to stop, Frankie.

Then you'll have to
k*ll to stop it.

It gets a bit
complicated, doesn't it?

Nobody has to get k*lled.

- Go home to your family, Tom.
- Don't move.

I'm not going back.

I told you. I warned you.

Did I tell you my
da was a fisherman?

Yeah.

He loved the rocking of the sea.

He said there was no more
peaceful way of going to sleep.

You're a good man, Tom.

Hang on, Rory. I'll
get you to shore.

- Hang on, kid.
- I told you...

it's not an American story.

It's an Irish one.

We never had a choice.

You and I.