Shadow Dancer

This film contains strong language

TELEX BEEPS

RUMBLING

-MAN:

-We'll load up the truck first, then we'll get going. Is that it?

Aye.

MAN TALKS INDISTINCTLY

-MAN EXHALES

-Aye. We'll sort that out for him.

We've got to get started really early on Monday, though.

Aye, I'll talk to him about that.

Go out and get us some fags, love, would you?

Yeah.

Collette, get going!

Get yourself some sweets, eh?

Sorry, mate? Aye.

Oh, no-one's heading out now except for the missus.

-Dad wants you to get some fags.

-He asked you.

-Doesn't matter, I went last time.

-Do you want a glass of milk, Collette?

-No, I'm fine.

Don't forget to brush your teeth before you go to bed, love.

-Go on!

-No.

-I'll give you some money.

-Stop talking and get ready.

-Aye, I'm coming, I'm coming.

COINS CLINK

Get me some sweets.

DOOR CLOSES

-BOY:

-Oi, you.

ENGINE APPROACHES

-BOY:

-Run! Come on, they're coming!

RUMBLING

RADIO CRACKLES

MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY

KETTLE WHISTLES

WOOD CRACKS

Ma! HUBBUB

-Dad! Jesus Christ! He's shot! Jesus!

-What happened?

-He got shot, Dad.

-What? Who is it? Sean?!

Is it Sean?! Oh, God, Gerry!

Breathe! For Jesus' sake, breathe!

-Get a towel! Get a towel!

-Out the way!

Just breathe! Just breathe for me!

God! Please! Give that to me!

Get the fucking...!

God!

Gerry!

Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, Jesus!

Sean! Sean! Oh, God!

Oh, Sean! Sean! Oh, my God!

-SHE SOBS

-Oh, Sean!

MOTHER SOBS

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

MOTHER SOBS

Please, God! Sean! Oh, God!

No! No!

MOTHER SOBS

SHE SIGHS

TRAIN RATTLES

TRAIN RUMBLES

ELECTRONIC WHISTLE

Excuse me.

TRAIN RATTLES

-AUTOMATED VOICE:

-'Mind the gap.'

'Mind the gap.'

'Mind the gap.'

TRAIN RATTLES

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE GROANS

-MAN ON PA:

-'Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.

'Due to a reported emergency,

'will all passengers leave the station immediately?

'Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please.

'Due to a reported emergency,

'will all passengers leave the station immediately?'

SHE GRUNTS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE WHIMPERS

LIFT PINGS

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

KEYS JANGLE

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Do you want water?

Coffee?

It's not going to give you what you want

or what your family's lawyers expect.

But it might help.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

This could take a while.

SHE SOBS

DOOR OPENS

You're wasting your time.

I doubt it.

OK.

So...

a lot of this you know we know,

some of it you definitely don't.

Like this.

Remember him?

Course you do.

Look at him.

Henry Laws. You used to work in his print factory.

You told Connor he was a part-time soldier.

You scouted it, Gerry ordered it, Connor pulled the trigger.

Henry's wife found their kids clinging to the corpse.

Now obviously his family didn't know, but a week later you went to the funeral.

Why did you do that?

OK. Provisional forensics.

This is definitely not one for the brothers back home.

This would definitely lead to a lot of awkward questions.

So I guess this is how you figured it, you leave the bag, you make the call, they place a warning.

"There's a bomb on a train somewhere on the line."

We have to close down the whole network. We find the bag, we carry out a controlled explosion.

And that way your brothers at home never find out, right?

You never set the timer, Collette.

I want a lawyer.

-A terrorist who can't bring herself to...

-I want a lawyer.

Let me tell you what it's going to be like.

Irish girl, English jail.

Every time you want to see your boy, every time he wants to see you,

his grandma's going to have to load him onto the ferry and drive 400 miles.

It's going to break his fucking heart.

Do you know how many people your brothers killed last year?

This year's victims are still walking around, Collette.

They're doing the washing, they're dropping their kids at school.

You can keep it that way.

You see, now that everybody's talking peace...

the word is that your leaders think that Gerry's the problem.

He's not going to let 'em sell out.

So how far is he going to go? What's he going to do?

You agree to watch him and talk to us

and you're out of here like nothing ever happened.

Back to your ma.

Back to your boy.

We'll pay you.

And one day, if you want it, we'll give you a life far away from this.

Nobody dies.

Nobody gets hurt.

We just talk.

I want a lawyer.

This isn't who you are, Collette.

How the fuck would you know who I am?

I know it bugs the hell out of you that your mum won't get the washing machine fixed.

I know you're asking yourself why your boy still wets his bed at night.

-Fuck off.

-And I know

you were so lonely the night before you came down here

that you went home with some guy you don't even like.

I want a lawyer.

You can have all the fucking lawyers you like,

but it's not going to change a thing.

We've got you, you're finished, you're done.

So is your boy.

Look.

There's the paperwork to have him taken into care.

Eh?

You really want a lawyer? You want to go that way?

Just dial nine for an outside line.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE SOBS

-TV:

-'Yes, the IRA does continue to insist it's serious about peace,

'but a lot of people are going to find that hard to credit

'when the organisation appears to be tying to send young men and women over here

'to place bombs on the London transport network.

'And now the police have issued this photograph of the alleged bomber tonight.

'It is a little indistinct, it was taken from a security camera before she went into that tunnel,

'but they hope that someone will recognise her from it.'

'Now, in other news, the government is expected to give its decision later today...'

They'll kill me.

They'll never know.

They will.

DISTANT SIREN

I'll be there, day and night, watching.

-Have you done this before?

-Yes.

-Are any of them still alive?

-Yes. All of them.

Till you don't need them any more.

We do this together.

But I need to hear you say it.

You have to be sure.

I'm sure.

So this is our number. Memorise it, then burn the paper.

Always ask for Declan.

He's your new boyfriend. That's your cover story.

So we meet every Wednesday at midday

at the car park in the quay at Queen's Island, starting this week.

You just walk around until I find you.

You think you're being followed, don't stop.

Don't use the phone at the house.

Anyone sees you in a phone box, just say it's a love affair you don't want your mother to hear about.

You're going to need this.

It's an emergency bleeper.

Hide it well.

You press that button, half the world'll come running.

What's your name?

Always ask for Declan.

-I mean, your real name?

-It's better you don't know.

If you make a mistake, I'm dead.

Right?

I'd like to know your name.

Mac.

So I'll see you at the quay the day after tomorrow.

You make damn sure you're there.

ENGINE STARTS

TRAIN RATTLES

CHILDREN SHOUT

-Where is he?

-He's out the back.

He's fine.

COLLETTE SIGHS IN RELIEF

Mark.

Go away!

-Hey! Come here.

-Leave me alone.

Come here. Come here.

Hey.

You're all right.

-TV PLAYS SOFTLY

-Let's see.

I can see one, two, three, four, five, six...

How yous all doing? We heard a rumour our girl was back.

-Hi, Gerry.

-Hi, Ma.

-Hi, Connor.

-Hi, Ma.

-Good to see you.

-Good to see you. How's it going?

It was all over the news, so just be careful with Ma, she's been a bit upset.

-All right, wee man?

-JOHN MAJOR:

-'The Taoiseach and I have agreed

'on a joint declaration on Northern Ireland.

'It makes no compromise on strongly held principles...'

-You heard about this, right?

-Aye, I read about it.

'Our message is clear and simple, there is no future in violence.'

-MAN:

-'Republican leader Liam Hughes gave his reaction.

'Republicans are very disappointed about what they've heard here today,

'but we will give this document serious consideration and stand ready to move the process forward.'

'But even...'

Finish your carrot there.

-You want to play some football before you start your homework?

-OK.

So...

were you being followed?

Not all the time.

I think there was some of them on the train, so I got off and ran.

-Into a tunnel?

-Aye.

Brave.

Stupid.

HE SIGHS

You'll need to talk to Kevin.

CONNOR LAUGHS

CONNOR SIGHS

-Jesus Christ!

-SHE CHUCKLES

He's all right, so he is.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Let's see that.

What did Gerry say?

I have to talk to Kevin.

Why?

Cos Gerry says so.

How are things here?

It's OK.

It's quiet.

Remember that peeler who tried to put us away for your boss at the print works?

We know where he lives.

Maybe you'd like to be a part of it. It's Friday.

-MARK:

-I'm going up to my room, Granny, I've got to do my homework.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

There you go, sir.

CHATTER

-Hey.

-OK, Pat, thanks.

-Congratulations.

-Your idea.

But it was your catch.

-Is she really in?

-We'll see.

Well, they'll run her past Kevin Mulville.

They're even more paranoid than normal at the minute.

It's OK, she's smart.

-She'll be fine.

-Good.

COLLETTE LAUGHS

-Have a good day.

-Bye.

BELL RINGS

See you later.

GULLS SCREECH

WASHING MACHINE CLANGS

Shite!

I asked Connor to fix that.

We need to get Gerry in, Ma.

Connor can't fix his own hair.

MA LAUGHS

GULLS SCREECH

She's not coming.

-Hi, Granny.

-Hi, love.

You have a visitor.

DOOR CLOSES

All right, Mark. What about you?

Are you all right?

-Hello, Kevin.

-Collette, what about you?

Hey, you, I'll be there in a second. Go through.

That's a beautiful wee young fella you have.

That's kind of you, Kevin.

We just need to talk about London.

Later. I've got to give him his tea.

A volunteer is never off duty, Collette.

Neither's a mammy, Kevin.

SHE LAUGHS

All right, no problem.

-Tomorrow, then?

-Aye.

What the fuck's he doing here?

He's grand, Connor. He's just leaving.

-Just doing me job, Connor.

-OK, fuck off and do it somewhere else.

See you tomorrow, Collette.

Prick!

He's no business coming to this house.

-KEVIN: All right, Gerry? GERRY:

-Kevin.

-Are you looking for me or something?

-No, I was just calling in for Collette.

-CONNOR:

-Gerry should be keeping him in line.

-Her hands are full there with the young fella.

-Mummy?

-Mark?

-Can I have some cake?

-All right.

MUFFLED POUNDING

MAN: Open up! Police!

DOOR FRAME CRACKS

Ma!

-Mummy!

-You have no business breaking in here.

-Who do you think you are?!

-Get dressed, Miss McVeigh.

-Where's Mark?

-Leave her!

-Get dressed.

-Leave her! Leave her alone!

-Don't!

-Look, we've had enough.

-We've all had enough.

-Well, she's a mother, for God's sake!

I'm a father, but what does that change? Nothing.

-Well, let her get dressed.

-Are you looking after the boy, Mrs McVeigh?

-Mummy?

-Mark! Jesus Christ!

-Come on. Hurry up, you wee bitch!

-Mummy!

-You're all right, son.

-Come on!

-Come here, love.

It's all right, darling.

Get out of the way.

All right, Mark. Mark.

-You're OK, darling. You're OK.

-Mum!

Bring her out.

PEOPLE SHOUT

Come on! Move yourself!

SHE SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

Where were you?

I was looking after my son. I couldn't get away.

So I save you from a lifetime in a prison cell and you're

seriously going to sit here and tell me that you didn't turn up

because you couldn't find a fucking nanny?!

You've got one minute to give me something, otherwise the deal's off

and you're down that corridor looking at a charge sheet.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen your brothers?

-Aye.

-What does Gerry think of the declaration?

-Not much.

-What did he say about it?

I don't know.

He was round your place the other afternoon just after the document was signed. It was all over the news.

What did he say about it?

So tell me what's moving? Operations? Plans?

I don't know.

You know what?

This isn't going to work.

You need to call a lawyer.

There's something tomorrow.

Connor's going to get the detective...

..who tried to put us away for the murder of my boss at the print works.

-Where?

-I don't know.

What time?

He...he didn't say.

That's all I can tell you.

-COLLETTE:

-He said he was called Jenkins.

He wants to know where I was last week, what was I doing?

MAC: OK, let's go over it again.

I've got it.

OK...so they might not come at you straight away...

so be careful, don't drop your guard.

OK, it's time to go.

You should go.

WIND HOWLS

COLLETTE SOBS

-Mummy?

-Hmm?

I wet my bed.

I'm sorry.

No worries.

Oh, you're all right.

Is he OK?

-Aye.

-He hasn't done this for months.

Collette, if you won't tell Gerry that you've had enough...

..I will.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Hey, Geoff, are you still going to London in the morning?

-Nah, I got pulled into this last minute TCG meeting.

-What meeting?

Guess it's invitation only.

Please tell me this is bullshit. You can't be serious.

You're going to put the SAS in his back garden?!

-Mac!

-Derek Henderson is one of our own.

-We can't just sit here and...

-Tell him.

You do this, our player's dead.

Look, we have a chance here

to take Connor McVeigh's entire team out of circulation and we have to take it.

You lay an ambush, there'll be the mother and father of all tout hunts.

-You might as well print her name in the Belfast fucking Telegraph.

-Come on, you're overreacting.

I'm going to call London.

I want everything on hold until I've spoke to Buchanan.

I've already spoken to him, Mac.

-What the fuck is this all about?!

-How should I know?

You give us Connor McVeigh, we're going to take him.

The rest of it is your problem.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

-Collette?

-Jesus fucking...!

-What time is it?

-It's six o'clock.

What's going on?

Brian Flynn was picked up last night.

We need you.

I promised I'd take Mark to school.

He's fine with Ma.

Get up.

Get dressed.

No, I promised Mark, Connor.

Is something wrong?

-No.

-Get dressed.

-CONNOR:

-Henderson pulls out of a cul-de-sac

off the Newtownards Road at 7:30 on the nail every day.

He drives a silver Granada.

You block one side, we block the other and Brendan does the business.

-You got that?

-Aye.

Yous can have coffee, if you prefer?

CHAMBER CLICKS

-CONNOR:

-Put it down.

Connor, I'm going to the toilet.

Collette, are you ready?

I need to speak to Declan.

Collette?

Collette, are you ready?

-'This is Declan' CONNOR:

-Collette?

Listen, I've had to come on a wee trip with my brother.

I'm inside.

I'm inside.

-COLLETTE:

-No!

KNOCK AT DOOR

You OK?

Aye, I'm fine.

-We're ready.

-Right.

Put this on. You're coming with me.

-What?

-You're coming with me.

GUNSHOT

-CONNOR:

-Jesus Christ! Get out! Get out!

-Oh, my God!

MEN SHOUT

BABY CRIES WOMAN SCREAMS

-BOY:

-Mummy!

-BABY CRIES

Where's the key? Where's the fucking key?!

My husband has the key!

BABY CRIES

MEN SHOUT

DOG BARKS

SHE PANTS

SIREN BLARES

WATER RUNS

PHONES RING CHATTER

So what have you got, anything?

-MAN:

-'The shooter's name is Brendan O'Shea. He's in intensive care.

-'It's touch-and-go whether he'll make it.'

-Mulville?

-'We're still looking.'

-OK.

What a fucking mess!

-FLETCHER:

-Thanks for coming by, Barry.

OK, talk later.

What was all that with Delavine earlier?

Are you...feeling left out, Mac?

-So you're working another angle?

-No.

Relax...we're all on the same side.

DIALLING TONE

-Can I speak to Declan?

-MAN:

-'Hold the line.'

MAC: 'Yeah, this is Declan.'

-Is he dead?

-He's in the hospital, but it's not looking good.

SHE SIGHS

He came in when I was talking to you.

Did he hear you?

Aye.

OK, we'll deal with it.

If he's alive, that's it.

'I said we'll deal with it.'

Right. Right.

Kevin.

We need to talk.

-Aye.

-Now.

Have a seat there for yourself, Collette.

Do you want a coffee?

That'd be grand.

When did you first hear about the operation, Collette?

This morning in the car.

In the car this morning?

-Aye.

-Are you sure about that?

Aye.

No mention of it before then?

No.

No? Connor drop you a few hints?

No.

We were going to take out the guy who tried to put you away?

No.

See...it's like this, Collette.

Only two men knew the time and the place, right?

It's hardly our Gerry squealing to the Brits,

so is it his shaggy-haired brother?

Or did he blab his fat mouth off to his sister?

We lose you in London,

but then you're back like nothing ever happened.

Then the peelers bash in your Ma's door, haul you off to Castlereagh,

but you're back by tea-time, like nothing ever happened.

Sure, they knew I'd been away for a while.

-Who?

-A man. An English fella.

What was his name?

Jenkins.

-MI5?

-Probably, aye.

What did he want?

-Where was I? What had I been doing?

-Hmm.

What did you say?

I said I was visiting my auntie in the south.

Without your son?

I told him I was going with a fella there.

-Which one asked you about it all?

-Mac.

Who's Mac?

You said his name was Jenkins.

Well, Mac Jenkins, that's his name.

So you were friendly then.

Hmm? First name terms and all that.

You're red-lighted, Collette McVeigh.

Don't leave Belfast.

We're not done yet.

PLASTIC SHEETING RUSTLES

INDISTINCT VOICE OVER TANNOY

-Where is he?

-He's making his excuses to our Lord.

So sad, isn't it?

-CONNOR:

-He said he wants to talk to Collette again.

That's not right, Gerry. You need to tell Kevin to back off.

-GERRY:

-After what's just happened, he'll need to talk to her again.

-What do you mean?

-Just heard from the hospital.

Brendan's dead.

Christ!

THUNDER CRACKS

SHE PANTS

Did you kill him?

-Did you fucking kill him?!

-Calm down!

No.

Were you going to?

Were you going to?

SHE SIGHS

Kevin knows. He's red-lighted me.

No, he doesn't. It's his job to make you think he knows.

Well, he's brilliant at it, then.

-You said, "Nobody dies, nobody gets hurt."

-Collette!

WOMAN SOBS

BABY CRIES

Collette, love.

Fucking loads of them.

Do you want to talk to these guys?

I'll do the talking, OK? Yeah?

Yous will have to let us through.

Good morning. We agreed none of this would happen.

-Yes, we did.

-You know the law, Mr Hughes.

-Yes, I do.

-Good.

You're not going to bury this man as a soldier.

-Not on my watch.

-There's nothing here.

-That's a colour party!

It's a few grieving men.

Do I look like I was born yesterday?

Do you realise how antagonistic this is? There'll be no trouble from us.

-Come on, Gerry.

-Listen...

-No trouble.

-Just make sure there isn't.

-Hmm.

Gerry.

Gerry!

Walk away.

Move your men back. Do you hear?

Stay where you are.

-Better stand in, Liam.

-You know I can't.

-WOMAN:

-Father, Son and the Holy Ghost.

-Come on.

-For God's sake!

LIAM SIGHS

SHUTTERS CLICK

Liam.

Any comments, Mr Hughes?

Look over here, Liam.

SHUTTERS CLICK

MAN SHOUTS IN GAELIC

GUN FIRES THREE TIMES MAN SHOUTS IN GAELIC

ALL CHEER

GUNSHOT

HUBBUB

CHATTER

-All right?

-What about you?

-What about you?

-Where's Connor?

-I think he's in the back room there.

-Right.

-Aye.

-I'll see yous in a wee bit.

-No matter. Take it easy.

HUGHES: What happened today makes us look bad, understand?

It makes us look divided.

-GERRY:

-Yous want a ceasefire...now.

We're not there yet, Gerry.

We're not there, but yous are.

-The Brits are talking about a serious...

-A document of surrender, that's what's on the table.

-The Brits are talking about a serious response to any gesture we make.

-It's a document of surrender.

You've no fucking right! No fucking right!

-The leadership decides, Gerry.

-You don't represent us, you never fucking have.

-The leadership decides.

-Never fucking have!

The leadership decides, Gerry.

Now cop yourself home.

Fucking child!

CHATTER

Hiya. How you doing, man?

Hey, pet, are you all right? All right.

You away there, Collette?

Aye. Aye, it's getting on.

Don't forget to pay your respects to poor Brendan's parents.

Actually, I've been meaning to ask you, Kevin.

Are you my brother's keeper, now?

I'll do what I have to do, Collette.

I believe it's your wee boy's birthday.

Get him a football or something.

-That's kind of you, Kevin.

-Don't worry about it.

Identification, please, sir.

That's fine. Thank you.

KEYS TAP

BEEPING

BEEPING

DOORBELL RINGS

Mac?

Come in.

We'll go in here.

Louie...can you give us a minute?

Go and talk to Daddy a minute in the other room.

-Right...drink?

-No, thanks.

Come on, it's the weekend.

If I had known you were on your own, I'd have invited you over.

SHE SIGHS

Why have you locked the Henderson file?

-Maybe it was London.

-It wasn't London.

Barry Delavine works my side of the street,

if he was pumping your hand that means he's got another angle on Henderson.

Another angle means another tout.

So you've got someone else?

Mac.

But Collette McVeigh was your idea, so I'm asking myself why?

You know, I spend eight months reeling her in

and you're prepared to burn her on day one. Why?

I'll tell you why I think.

I think Mulville was getting close to Barry's tout

and you just wanted some fucking red meat to throw him.

-I want to take her out.

-That's out of the question.

They'll assume she's one of ours, so she'll still take the heat off

-whoever it is you're trying to protect.

-That's fantasy.

Besides, she's only just got started.

-She's done what we asked of her.

-Come on, Mac!

A new identity, protection, a house, income for life.

What is that, a million?

Throw into that eight months' work setting her up, it's more like two.

You think London's going to buy all that

just for one good hit on Connor McVeigh's crew?

-Forget it.

-We made a deal.

I absolutely forbid it.

Kate, she's got a son!

Is this because she has a pretty face, Mac?

Because I thought you were a lot smarter than that.

PAPER IS RIPPED

-GERRY:

-Da-da!

There you go.

-COLLETTE:

-What do you think it is?

What do you think that is? Are you just going to look at it?!

Open it, Mark.

-Go on.

-Open it up.

-Look!

-Just rip it off.

Quality wrapping right there, isn't it? Go on, rip it open.

-Look at that!

-Do you like it?

-Whoa!

-ALL LAUGH

-It's a good one, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-Reckon you're big enough for it?

-I think so.

It's very fast. A very fast bike this, you know.

I'm just going to check the old...

It looks good.

Erm...

All right, get up on it.

OK, off you go.

Yay! Yes!

Perfect.

-Turn round.

-Is the brakes all right?

-They're fine.

Check 'em when you... Just try 'em out down here.

Slow it down. Keep going. Keep going. Keep...

Oh!

Perfect.

It's all uphill now, of course.

He looks great.

-I think we've done a good job there.

-I think so.

-Just go faster!

-Look at his face.

-Faster!

-Come on!

BELL RINGS LAUGHTER

-Go on. Perfect.

-Mark McVeigh!

ROTORS WHIR

-COLLETTE:

-Go on.

-CONNOR:

-Right, come on. Right, 20 seconds.

22 seconds. Off you go. There you go. That's all right.

Don't start, Ma, please. Not today.

-CONNOR:

-Come back now. Where you going?! That's 23!

Where you going? He's going to kill himself.

Stop him. No, stop. Stop, stop, stop.

-What are you doing here, Mac?

-I need a favour.

You were all out of those a long time ago.

They're hunting a tout in Gerry McVeigh's crowd, right?

Have been for a while?

Maybe a year.

They know it's someone close to Gerry.

What's Gerry doing about it?

He's listening to our friend Kevin Mulville.

You know Mulville, Mac.

He won't stop until he's put a bullet in someone's head.

Be back in a wee bit.

I have a doctor's appointment.

Can't you take Mark with you?

-Where are you going?

-Downtown.

-Then going downtown can wait.

-Please, Ma, I've got to go.

-What are you going to do in the town, Collette?

-Please, Ma.

-No-one

-has

-to go downtown.

-I've got to go.

GULLS SCREECH

-You're late.

-I'm here. I made it. You've seen me, I've got to go. My mother's raging.

-Collette!

-Kevin's watching me.

-Look, we've been through this before.

-For Christ's sake!

-Listen to me! You've got a job to do.

-My job is to end up in a ditch.

-It's not going to end like that.

-It is.

-Pull yourself together, otherwise this isn't going to work.

You made your choice.

I'm dead! I'm...dead!

-That's the choice I've made.

-No, you're not.

That is not going to happen. I'm not going to let that happen.

I'm sorry.

I've got to take you out.

It's just me, you understand?

They've got their own agenda,

so if I take you out, we're on our own.

I'll need a few days.

I can take your boy but nothing else, do you understand?

Do you understand, Collette?

I'll be here at three o'clock on Monday.

MULVILLE: Sure, the politics of it is all bollocks.

If it comes to it, we'll go our own way and be better for it.

MULVILLE SIGHS

But we're nothing if we're not clean.

And a tout means we're dirty.

Gerry, I can't hold on any longer.

We can't.

It's someone close to you, it has to be.

I need the word now.

MULVILLE SIGHS HEAVILY

Don't worry about it.

DIALLING TONE

-Hello, Geoff. It's Mac.

-'Hi, Mac.'

Yeah, listen, I'm just doing a bit of paperwork here.

You know the Henderson operation last week,

do you know if they've put a hard copy in the library yet?

'Not sure. Why?'

I can't seem to get in.

You couldn't dig me out the agent code, could you?

-'You got a pen?'

-Yeah, shoot.

'Actually, there's two on the incident report.'

That's all right, just give me 'em both.

'6725451/MIU...

'and 5736917/LPN.'

BEEPING

HE GASPS

HE COUGHS

So let's try this one more time, Connor, eh?

-When did you tell your sister about the attack on the peeler?

-Fuck you.

Go on.

All right.

CONNOR GASPS

If you didn't tell her, then that means you're the squealer. Right, Connor?

-I need a favour.

-You always need a favour.

-I need to look at some of the records from Castlereagh.

-Why?

I want to check out everyone that was brought in for interview or interrogation around April '82.

I said, why?

You know how uptight they are.

Come on, Ian. Everyone's got to fight for their guy, right?

I don't think mine's got long left.

CONNOR GASPS

Last chance, Connor.

Just fucking do it.

CONNOR PANTS

Fucking do it.

He's not the one we're looking for.

-'82. What month?

-April.

Get on with it.

-MA:

-Come on, yous are going to be late.

-Did you clean your teeth?

-Yes.

-PHONE RINGS

-I'll go.

-Here's your coat, Mummy.

Thank you, Mark.

-Hello?

-MAC: 'They're coming for Collette.

'We recruited her to protect you.'

SHE SIGHS

Right, off we go.

There was nobody there.

I'll see you later.

-Bye, Granny.

-Here, Mark.

See you.

DOOR CLOSES SHE SIGHS

CAR APPROACHES

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR CLOSES

We made it in time.

You should have seen his little face at the gates.

Mam?

DOG BARKS

DOG BARKS

PHONE RINGS

-Mummy, where are we going?

-We're going on a wee trip.

-Connor?

-It's done.

We need to get going.