Okay, brother!
That... and that!
And that!
Thanks cricket, huh!
- Do you want it?
- Yes, sure!
Doesn't matter, if you don't...
You know, I won't be offended
Jody's never offended.
- What did you say your name was?
- Jude.
Jude...
but it suits you, Jude.
- The Teddy bear?
- Fuck this bear! The name! Jude!
I've got to pee, Jude.
Over here!
Jude, Jude...
Jude, Jude, my babe.
- Here. Don't run, Jude.
- You don't know me, do you?
- What if I did?
- You'd know I wouldn't run off.
I'd never peed holding
a girl's hand, Jude.
You didn't?
You know what?
Tell me, Jody.
It's nice.
- Not here.
- Who gives a fuck.
- You never know.
- I never know nothing.
- People can be looking.
Let them look.
- Come and get me, soldier!
- Whatever you say, Jude.
What a fuck!
What? Don't!
Get it on, hurry!
Hurry, you bastard! Hurry.
Bastard.
- No.
- Come on, come on.
- Run.
- Jude... Jude!
Jude!
- So, what's your name, soldier?
- Fuck you!
The situation is simple...
You're being held hostage
by the Irish Republican Army.
You've got one of our members under
interrogation in Castleraigh...
we've informed them if they
don't release him in 3 days...
you'll be shot!
You'll be treated as our guest
until further developments.
Have you anything to say?
- Give him a cup of tea.
- You want a cup of tea?
Thanks, Jude.
- See does he want some.
- Do you want some food?
- What's he like?
- A horny bastard.
Did you give him it?
There are certain things
I wouldn't do for my country.
- Have a look on him.
- Can't.
Poke him or something.
See if he's still alive.
He's all right.
He hasn't moved for 12 hours.
Go on. Have a heart.
You fucking bitch!
You fucking bitch!
Let me go!
You fucking whore!
- Hold him.
- The hood.
Get the fucking hood!
Get the hood on him!
- You fucking whore!
- God damn it!
- Go get the fucking whore.
- Jesus!
- You're all right?
- Fucking animal!
- Come on, Jude.
- What do you mean, come on?
- I had him all over me.
- Tough work that.
Well, someone's gotta do it.
No, it's a breeze.
I just thought of you.
- You know what?
- What?
- One of you made me want it.
- Which one?
Stop there. To the left.
Walk on. It's okay.
Around to your left.
I'm gonna open the door.
Go to your left.
Now walk in. That's it.
Listen soldier,
you should eat something.
- I can't.
- What do you mean I can't.
I can't do it.
I can't with this bag.
- Oh, yeah...
- Here.
Fuck! You know, man
this is a farce!
Why is it a farce?
I've seen your fucking face.
- So what do I look like?
- You're the one about 5-10...
- with a kid smile and baby face.
- Oh, Am I?
Yeah. You have brown eyes.
You are the handsome one.
- Thank you, handsome.
- My pleasure.
I can't fucking breath, man!
Be a christian man!
Tell him to take the hood off
honey.
- How did you know it was her?
- I could smell her perfume.
Say if we take the hood off,
we'll have to shoot you.
As it is you got a fifty-fifty
chance.
I thought you liked me
you bitch!
- It was fun while it lasted.
- Nice lady!
Please, man... I'm suffocating here.
Take it off.
- Can we not take it off?
- You have to check with himself.
- Here, you mind him.
- Don't leave me with her, man.
She is dangerous!
- Can I take the prisoner's hood off?
- Why do you wanna do that?
Poor whore's suffocating
in the heat.
- Anyway, he's seen our faces!
- He's seen your face.
Yeah and he saw Jude as well.
If you don't mind he sees you,
but he'll only look at you.
- Thank you.
- It's your decision.
- Leave him to me, Jude.
- My pleasure!
Thank you, soldier.
Never thought fresh air
would taste this good.
Now if you loose up my hands,
I could feed myself.
- No fucking way!
- I was joking...
You know, I was wrong
about one thing.
- And what's that?
- You're no pin up.
- No?
- No.
- You're not handsome at all.
- You're trying to hurt my feelings?
- No... it's the truth.
- I could say the same about you.
Could you?
But I won't.
We are more polite on these parts.
So I've noticed!
- Hey...
- What is it now?
- You're gonna have to do.
- Do what?
- Kill me.
- What makes you think that?
They won't let go that guy out
and you're gonna have to kill me.
- They'll let him out.
- You want to bet?
- I'm not a gambler, man.
- And even if they do it...
- you can't just let me loose.
- Why can't we?
- Not your nature.
- What do you know about my nature?
I'm talking about your people,
not you.
What the fuck do you know
about my people?
Only that you're all tough
and you're mother fuckers...
and it's not your nature
to let me go!
Shut the fuck up, would you?
- You know a funny thing?
- No, what's a funny thing?
I didn't even fancy her.
- It didn't look like that to me.
- She's not my type.
- No?
- No. Come here.
- No.
- Come here...
- I wanna show you something.
- What?
Mine is on pocket.
Take up my wallet.
Open it. Inside there's a
picture.
No. Not that one. There's another.
Now she is my type!
- She's everybody's type.
- Don't even think of it, fucker.
- Why not?
- She's mine.
- She wouldn't suit you.
- No?
Absolutely not.
- Is she your wife?
- I should say that.
- You make a nice couple.
- I know it.
So what were you fucking
around for then?
You fuckers set me up.
That... That bitch...
She's a friend of mine.
Ok. That nice lady...
She meets me in a bar...
I'm thinking to myself:
What the fuck am I doing here?
What the fuck
were you doing here?
- I got sent.
- You could've said no.
- No, cause I signed up.
- Why did you sign up?
- It was a job.
- Oh, yeah, a job.
So I get sent to the only
place in the world...
where they call you
nigger to your face!
You shouldn't take it
personally.
Go back to your
banana tree, nigger?
It's no use to tell them that
I come from Tottenham.
- And you like cricket?
- Best game in the world.
Ever seen hurling?
That game where a bunch of paddies
whack sticks at each other?
- Best game in the world.
- Never!
- The fastest.
- In Anticua...
Cricket is the black men's game.
Kids play for the age of two.
My dad taught me at the age of 5.
Then, we moved to Tottenham...
- and it was something different.
- How was it different?
Tough game there.
You're not at home.
When you come to shoot me, Paddy.
Remember...
You'll be killing a
shit whole bowler...
I'll bear it in mind.
And by the way...
it's not Paddy, it's Fergus.
- Nice to meet you, Fergus.
- My pleasure, Jody.
Hey, wait!
Wait!
Take easy now. Go slow.
Near by that tree.
- You gotta loosen my hands.
- I can't.
Can't? So, you're gonna have
to take my dick out for me...
Are you? Come on, man
I'm gonna wet my pants.
Take the fuck out of me
I'm dying!
I gotta lean forward
or dribble all over myself.
Can you hold hands for me?
- Now, that is worth waiting for.
- Hurry up, will you?
These things
take time, Fergus.
It's amazing how the small
details take such importance.
Now put it back in.
- Give us a break!
- I can't do it...
It's only a piece of meat!
Fuck sake! It's got no major diseases!
Thank you. I had a case
of the clap two years ago.
- Crabs in ulster?
- Shut up, will you!
Furthermore
it served pretty well.
- Get inside!
- I didn't mean to offend you.
I'm sorry. I know
it wasn't very easy for you.
The pleasure was all mine.
Oh, no. The pleasure was mine
Believe me, all mine.
- What the fuck is this?
- Nothing. He just took me for a pee.
Put the fucking hood on him.
- What the fuck is this?
- He's just got a sense of humor.
When you're on duty keep
your fucking mouth shut.
Now go and get some sleep.
Yeah... get some sleep.
Did he talk?
Didn't make you laugh?
- Here, have some breakfast.
- Good morning, Fergus.
- So he knows your name?
- Yeah, I told him.
- Are you over?
Come here.
- I said come here!
- Back in a minute, Jody.
You'll have minimum
contact with that prisoner.
You know why? Because tomorrow
we may have to shoot on him.
They're giving you trouble, Fergus.
It happens.
There are two kinds of people
those who give and those who take.
Take off the hood, man.
It's okay. I understand.
Don't mind if I prowl along, do you?
I take by silence you don't.
Two types, Fergus...
the scorpion and the frog.
Have you heard of them?
Scorpion wants to cross the river...
but he can't swim. He goes for
a frog who can and asks for a ride.
The frog says,
if I give you a ride...
The scorpion replies,
I might not be interested...
cause if I'd ridden on your back
we'd both have drowned.
The frog thinks it's not
worthwhile and except it.
Braves the water and halfway over
feels a burning spear on his side.
And realizes the scorpion
had stung him after all.
While they both sink, beneath
the waves the frog cries...
Why did you sting me, Mr. Scorpion?
Because now we both will drown.
The scorpion replies...
I can't help it,
it's in my nature.
- So what's that supposed to mean?
- It's what it says.
A scorpion does
what it is in its nature.
- Take off the hood, man.
- Why?
Cause you're kind.
And it's in your nature.
- See? I was right about you.
- Don't be so sure.
- Jody is always right.
- Where would you like to be now?
- Doesn't matter where.
Come on, man...
if this shit was all over.
- I want a pint in the Rock.
- You lack imagination, Fergus.
- Think of something more alluring.
Like what?
Like... having a pint
on the Metro.
- Having two pints on the Rock.
- Having a pint on the Metro.
- And Dil having a margerita.
- Who's Dil?
Special friend.
We got simple taste, you and me.
- Yeah, the best.
- You guys are never gonna break?
Do you?
We do to our duty
and we are finished.
- You guys are never finished.
- We don't look on it that way.
- Often I wonder I would do.
- It depends what you believe in.
- What do you believe in?
- That you guys shouldn't be here.
- That simple?
- Yeah.
- Put that thing back on him.
- Ele est com calor!
It doesn't matter if he's hot.
Just cover that fucker up.
You got no feelings, woman!
And you... shut your piss!
You'll have it for trouble, Fergus.
He's a good soldier!
I said shut the fuck up!
- He believes in the future.
- Oh, really?
- Is it bad?
- Not bad.
Women are trouble.
Did you know that, Fergus?
- I didn't.
- Some kinds of women are.
She can't help it.
Dil... she was no trouble.
No trouble at all.
- You liked her?
- Present tense, please, please.
Love her. Wherever she is.
I'm thinking of her now...
- Would you think of her too?
- I don't know her.
- I want you to do something for me.
- What?
- Lf they kill me...
- Don't think that way.
But they will, as sure as
night follows day. They have to.
I want you to find her.
Tell her I was thinking of her.
- See if she's all right.
- I don't know her.
Take her picture.
It's in my inside pocket.
- Take the whole lot. I won't need.
- Told you not to talk that way.
Go to Millies Hair Salon
in Spittalfields...
Take her to the Metro
for margerita.
You don't tell her who you are.
Just tell her I was thinking of her.
- Stop it. - that Jody loved her.
Volunteer!
We need you inside.
We've heard a word.
Having the guys putting...
track on the Booz
and began to talk.
You're gonna have
to do it in the morning.
- Are you okay by that?
- I'm a voluteer, am I not?
Good, cause you made me
doubt of it the past few days.
- You are the only one?
- Shut up, Jude.
You'd better get some
sleep tonight, Fergus.
- Peter.
- What?
I ask permission to guard
the prisoner tonight.
You're crazy! Don't let it be.
Shut the fuck up, Jude.
Why you wanna do that?
It would make me
feel better about it.
- Sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
Ok. You are a good man,
Fergus.
Don't.
I'm sorry.
Help me.
How can I?
I don't know. I don't know.
Just help me...
Give me a cigarrette.
I don't even smoke.
It's over.
It's the right thing to do.
- Go sleep now.
- I don't want to sleep.
- Tell me something.
- What?
- A story.
- Like the one about the frog?
And the scorpion. No. No.
Tell me anything.
- When I was a child...
- Yeah...
I thought as a child.
But when I became a man...
- I put away childish things.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Tell me something,
anything.
You're not of a lot of use,
are you, Fergus?
Me?
No, I'm not good for much.
Come on, stand up.
Turn to your right.
Step up, turn to your right.
Go forward, step up.
To your left.
I wish to say on behalf of
the Irish Republican Army...
Leave him, Pe!
- Take the hood off, Fergus.
- No.
I wanna see you, please.
Don't make me die like an animal.
I'm glad you're doing it.
- You know that, Fergus?
- Why?
Cause you are my friend...
- and I want you to go to the Metro.
- Stop that talk now.
- Hurling is a fast game, isn't it?
- The fastest.
- Faster than cricket?
- Cricket is in the hip. They piss.
So if I ran off, there's no way
I could beat you, is there?
- You won't run.
- But what if I did...
You wouldn't shoot
a brother in the back.
Jody!
You stupid bastard.
- What are you saying?
- I said you bastard. Stop!
Go get me, Fergus.
You're out of wiring, you know.
- What?
- I'd run 4 times the cricket field.
- . What's that name called?
- Hurling.
- What?
- Hurling.
I said that I was fast, man.
Don't do it.
Come on. Here. Move.
Hurry.
Fergus...
You're back on a bike, Tommy?
- How are you doing?
- Fine.
- You noticed I asked you nope?
- That's wise, Tommy.
- All right, then. Like being wise.
So what do you need, Fergus?
- Need to go cross the water.
- You need now?
- I need to go missed for a while
- All right.
There's a man shipping
cattle to London.
- We're closing.
- You're deaf?
- See you tomorrow, Dil.
- Want anything particular?
- Just a bit of a trim.
- Come on.
- Someone recommended you?
- In a way.
- Who?
- A guy I work with.
What's his name?
Does the water not get
to your nails?
- What's it to you?
- Nothing.
- You're American?
- No.
- But you're not English.
- No.
- Scottish.
- How did you guess?
- The accent, I suppose.
- What is it like?
Like treacle.
Nice laugh.
There.
That will make her happy.
- Who's she?
- I don't know. Who's she?
- Hi, Dil.
- Hi, hon.
- All right?
- I suppose.
- Yes, what will it be?
- A bottle of guinness.
A bottle of guinness.
- See that, Cole?
- See what, Dil?
- He gave me a look.
- Did he?
- Just cut his hair, you know.
- Yeah?
- So what you think?
- Nice.
- There. Did it again.
- I saw that one.
- What did you call that?
- Well, that was a look.
Ask him to ask me
what I'm drinking.
She wants to know do you want to
know what she's drinking.
Now you can look.
- Ask him. Does he like his haircut.
- She wants to know, sir.
- Do you like your hair?
- Tell her I'm very happy with it.
- He's Scottish, Cole.
- Scottish?
- What did he say?
- He greeted he was.
- What do you think his name is?
- I have no thoughts on the subject.
Jimmy.
Jimmy. That's what he said.
- Hi, Jimmy.
- Hi, Dil.
- Sing us a song, Dil.
- Fuck off, Dave.
Come on, Babe.
You know what I like. Easy!
- Where do you think you're going?
- Get off of me!
- Slut.
- You bastard.
- Get in there.
- Stop pushing.
It's the last time.
- So Pat is a cricket fan, is he?
- It's not Pat. It's Jim.
We don't give a fuck if you're Pat,
Jim or Nicholas.
As long as you remember
you're not at Lords, all right?
- So you turned us regular, uh?
- Is that good or bad?
Well, you can say the usual, Cole.
Things like that.
Here. This is Cole's the usual.
Thanks.
- No, no. It's on me.
- Thank you very much.
You take it out if you want.
Came to see her, didn't you?
- She's what?
- She's on.
- He's still looking Cole.
- Persistent.
- Good thing ina a man.
- Excellent quality.
- Maybe he wants something.
- I'd bet he does.
- Ask him.
- Ask him yourself.
So, tell me...
everybody wants something.
- Not me.
- Not you? How quaint.
Old fashion and quaint...
Isn't it Cole? You're old-fashioned?
- Must be.
- I got the money, Dil.
- Fuck off, Dave!
- You fucking promised.
- Did I?
- You fucking did, didn't you?
- There's all types.
- So who's he?
He's the one
she sholud've run out from.
Why doesn't she?
Who knows the secrets
of the human heart?
- Good night.
- Good night.
You can't come in here, love.
- But this is an outrage.
- I agree.
- Fuck you don't like me.
- You heard me.
You're fucking grant all of a sudden.
Talk to me, stupid bitch!
Piss off, Dave.
Hi.
- Hi. You forgot your bag.
- Thank you.
- Who the fuck is he?
- Jimmy.
- It's him, isn't he?
- Maybe
- See they get the wrong idea.
- Cunt.
- What's that?
- They always get the wrong idea.
- Scrag eyed dyke cunt!
- Charming.
- What will I do?
- Break his neck.
No! Don't! He's gonna take his
foot out slowly, then you could...
- go home like a good boy, you hear?
- Cunt.
Come on, honey.
- You're all right?
- Yes, thank you.
What was that a
humping bird?
He wanted me to
perform for him.
- Perform?
- You know.
- You're on a game?
- God, no! I'm a hairdresser.
He's getting up.
You can't leave me then, can you?
- You want me to ask you in, right?
- No, I didn't say that.
But I'm not cheap you know that.
Loud but never cheap.
Hey, you fucking
dumbdyke carrot cunt.
If you kissed me you'd
really get his guts.
But if you ask me to meet tomorrow
it would really drive him insane.
- Where?
- Half five at Millie's.
- Give me that look again.
- What look?
The one you gave me
in The Metro.
You shouldn't have.
- What's that about?
- They're jealous.
- Why?
- I wonder.
Now it's the time you meant
to do something, isn't it?
- Like what?
- Make a pass or something...
- It's not the way it goes?
- Must be.
- You got a special friend Jimmy?
- How special?
Do you want one?
Christ!
- Is that Dave?
- There're things we have to put...
I'm frightened, Jimmy.
That's not like him.
Piss off, Dave.
Okay, uh? Are you gonna
be alright on your own?
But I'm not on my own, am I?
It won't hurt you come in.
Would you like a drink?
- Yes, please.
- What would it be?
Whisky.
- Come here. Come on, Dil.
- There's somebody out there.
Jesus fucking Christ.
- Hey, Dil.
- Hey, Stirling fucking Moss.
- It's Dave.
- Come on, Dil, talk to me.
- Sure, Dave.
- Come on. I'm waiting.
- Hey, these are my clothes.
- Take your clothes.
Don't throw my clothes
out the window.
- Fuck off. Go back to Essex.
- You went mad.
Do take my clothes out.
Take your fucking
goldfish too.
You fucking bitch!
Murderer.
Sorry. How does he drive
with his neck on a brace?
Must be love to manage that.
He doesn't let it mean
enough to me.
- Did he live here with you?
- He tried to.
- Sit down, honey.
- What about him?
- He was different.
- How different?
Too different as
possible to me.
- Tell me about him.
- No.
- Shouldn't I go?
- Yes.
- No.
- Did you do that to him?
- Do you wanna know how I kissed him?
- Yes.
- Are you jealous?
- Maybe.
This is good.
What would he think?
He can't...
he's dead.
In Ireland.
He was a soldier in a lap of fool.
- Do you miss him?
- What do you think?
- I think you do
. - You say that like a gentleman.
- Do I?
- Like you were concerned...
- You can't stay. You know that
. - Didn't think I could.
A real gentleman.
- Shouldn't you be in mourning?
- I am.
- Look, Dil, I'm sorry.
- Fuck off, Dave.
I won't fucking fuck off.
I said I'm sorry, didn't I?
Yeah, I heard.
Did you hear Jimmy?
I was only gonna ask her
for a dance. Shall we?
- Did he come here too?
- Is this an obsession of yours?
- Maybe.
- He did sometimes.
Did he dance with you?
- What do you want with me, Jimmy?
- I wanna look after you.
- What does that mean?
- I heard someone say that once.
- You mean that.
- Yeah
Why?
If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.
You're not having me fool, are you?
Cause I couldn't stand that.
- No.
- Cause it does get me very upset.
One for him too.
Drink.
- What is this?
- I'm supertitious, drink.
You can't leave me now.
- The thing is can you go distant?
- Depends on what it is.
Depends on nothing.
In one.
- What are you thinking of, hon?
- I'm thinking of your man.
- Why?
- I'm wondering why you keep this.
I told you...
I'm supertitious.
- Did he ever tell you are beautiful?
- All the time. Even now.
- What do you mean?
- He looks after me...
he's a gentleman too.
Wait just one minute.
- Would he have minded?
- No.
You did know, didn't you?
Oh, my God.
Jesus, I feel sick.
Don't go, Jimmy.
I'm sorry, I thought you knew.
What were you doing at the bar
if you didn't know?
I'm bleeding.
It's all right, I can take it.
Just not in the face.
I'm not a young thing any longer.
Funny the way things go...
don't you find that, Jimmy?
Never the way you expected.
- I'm sorry.
- You mean that?
Don't go. Say something!
Jesus!
- He's back, Col.
- Hi.
Don't want no first looks, Col.
Don't mean much.
- Stop it, Dil.
- No! Tell him to go fuck himself!
She wanted me to tell you to
go fuck yourself.
- I'm sorry.
- Tell him to stop messing around...
- Tell him it hurts.
- Dil...
- I've got to talk to her, Col.
- He said he's gotta talk to you.
- Come on, Dil.
- Where? Tell him to go fuck himself.
Dil, I'm sorry I hurt you. Jimmy.
Come here, darling!
- How much did that frame cost?
- 200 quids, Mr. Deveroux.
Well, you bloody Pat,
you just cost me 200 quids.
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry isn't gonna bring it back!
- Not at my expense.
- No.
- Off his wages.
- Do you mean that?
- He wants to know whether I mean it.
- I'm sure you do, Mr. Deveraux.
- Is that Pat's tart?
- She's not a tart.
- Of course not, she's a lady.
- No, she's not that either.
Darling, never let the sun go down
on an argument, Jody used to say...
- What are you doing here?
- I got your note...
- So let's kiss and make up, honey.
- Don't call me that.
- Sorry, darling.
- Stop it, Dil.
Apologies, my sweet.
That's more like it, dear.
Have a cup of tea.
- You're something, you know that?
- Never said a truer word...
I always liked looking after someone.
Must be something in the genes.
Must be.
And the fact that you didn't know is
basically the fault of yours, truly...
Even when you were throwing up,
I could tell you cared.
You could?
- Do you care, Jimmy?
- Sure I do.
- You mean that?
- Yeah, I care, Dil.
You're crying?
I'm tired and emotional
Do it at your own time, Pat
- What?
- Whatever it is she does for you.
Sir, I consider that an insult
You consider it what you like,
just get the bloody tart outta here.
Did you ever pick your teeth
with broken fingers?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- A simple question.
- Come on, dear.
- He didn't answer, honey.
Sorry about that, Sr. Deveroux.
- My oh my, Jimmy, how galant.
- Shut up.
- Made me feel funny inside.
- I said stop it!
Ask me to see me again, Jimmy.
- Think that's wise?
- Nothing is wise.
- I didn't mean to hit you.
- I know that.
- I liked you as a girl.
- That's a start.
- So sorry.
- Make it up to me then.
- How?
- Ask to meet me again.
- Will you meet me again?
- When?
Whenever. Tonight
- Good night.
- See you later.
- Do they know?
- Know what, honey?
Know what I didn't know.
And don't call me that.
Can't help it.
A girl has her feelings.
- The thing is, you're not a girl!
- Details, baby, details.
So they do know.
- All right, they know.
- Don't.
- I should've known, shouldn't I?
- Probably.
- Kind of wish I didn't.
- You can always pretend.
- That's true. Your soldier knew?
- Absolutely.
It won't be quite the same, though.
Will it?
- Are you pretending here?
- I'm working on it.
- There's Dave... he knew, too?
- Stop it, Jimmy.
Why?
Am I becoming repetitious?
- A little.
- Sorry.
- Don't ask me in.
- Please, Jimmy.
- No. Can't pretend that much.
- I miss you, Jimmy.
- Should've stayed a girl.
- Don't be cruel.
- Be a good girl. Go inside.
- Only if you kiss me.
- Now you're happy?
- Delirious.
Hello, stranger. You vanished.
What was it, Fergus?
Did you blow the gas on us...
- Or did you just fuck up?
- Leave me alone, Jude.
No. It's the last thing I'll do.
- You never asked what happened.
- I heard.
- Eddie and Tinker died...
- I know.
Maguire and I weren't discovered by
a teeth. No thanks to you.
- What do you think of the hair?
- It suits you.
I was sick of being a blonde.
I needed a tougher look...
If you know what I mean?
Fuck me, Fergus.
I can take that as a no?
We had a court martial
in your absence.
They wanted to put a bullet through
your head. I pleaded for clemency...
Said we should find out
what happened first.
So what did happen?
He ran. I couldn't shoot him
in the back. Tried to catch him...
He made it to the road,
and got hitten by a tank.
- So you did fuck up.
- Yeah.
- Do you know what the thing is?
- No, what is the thing?
You vanished quite effectively.
Became Mr. Nobody.
You've no idea how useful
that could be.
What do you mean?
We got some plans here and we'll
need a Mr. Nobody to execute them.
No way, Jude, I'm out.
You're never out, Fergus...
You don't care about yourself,
but consider the girl, Fergus...
- the wee black chick.
Leave her out of this.
Jesus, Fergus, you're
a walking cliche...
You know we won't leave her
out of it.
But I'm glad to see you care.
I must admit... I'm curious.
- What the fuck do you know, Jude?
- You tell me, boy!
She's nobody.
She likes me.
So I suppose fucking is
out of the question.
You keep your head down, Fergus.
No sudden moves.
And no whisper to her.
We'll be here.
Keep the faith.
Your boyfriend?
Lucky you.
- Carnations.
- What?
- He'd bring me carnations.
- So I got it wrong, huh?
- Not at all, honey.
- Dill, don't.
Come on.
- Why?
- Come on.
- Are you gonna tell me why?
- No.
- What's wrong? Are you gonna tell me?
- No. Not here.
Are you gonna tell me what it is?
Yeah. What is it?
- Do you know her, Jimmy?
- Jimmy, is it? Do you know me, Jimmy?
- Dill, this is Jude.
- You're following me?
Just checking.
Has he been nice to you?
Ever so nice! Aren't you, Jimmy?
That's good. I'm glad
Young love, as they say.
Exactly. The younger, the better...
Doesn't come your way much,
I suppose.
Don't go looking for it.
- Maybe you'll get lucky someday.
- Bit heavy on the pad, isn't she?
- A girl has to have a bit of glamour.
- Absolutely...
As long as she can keep it.
Isn't that right... James?
- It's her, isn't it?
- What's her?
- She's the thing you had to tell me?
- Kind of.
I'm sorry, you know that?
I'm really sorry.
See that, Col?
Saw it, Dil.
- Fuck it, per se!
- Fuck it, Dil!
- Fucking men, Col!
- Fuck'em!
- Fuck you, Jimmy.
- You can always make it up to her.
- How?
When a girls runs out like that,
she generally wants to be followed.
- She's not a girl, Col.
- Whatever you say.
She went that way,
but you are coming with me.
- So it was you all the time!
- Who did you think it was?
- I thought it was Dave.
- And who's Dave and where's he now?
He's at home.
- I should blow you, do you know?
- Yeah, I know.
I'm getting emotional and
I don't like getting fucking emotional!
Do you understand, Hennessy?
- Yeah, I understand.
- Fuck you, too...
- Fuck you.
- Leave him alone, Peter...
He's in love.
- Is that right, Fergus, you're in love?
- Absolutely.
- How is she between the sheets?
- Definitely unusual.
- Who is she?
- Just a girl.
You know what will happen if you
fuck up again, don't you?
- So what do you think that is?
- A hotel.
It's a brothel. Fair discreet, huh?
He visits his ladies Tuesdays...
and Thursdays nights.
And Saturday mornings...
That's his security,
in the car beyond.
- Who is he?
- It doesn't matter who he is...
- he's a legitimate target.
- Thank God!
- Trying to be cynical, Hennessy?
- I hope not.
Good. So what do you think?
Whoever hits him will be hit,
if those men are any good...
- I presume you can't get him in...
- Right.
- So it's on the street.
- Right.
Kind of suicidal, isn't? But then...
I don't have a choice.
- You do, Fergie.
- Of course, I forgot.
Come on, rehearsal.
Keep your mind on the job, boy.
- Then you leave her out of it?
- Right. Then we leave her be.
He's arthritic. Takes him
two minutes to get to the door.
- What if I say no?
- You know what. Go
Pardon me, young man.
- You were made for this.
- Was I?
- Perfect.
- What happens then?
We'll be on the other side.
We'll move on when you do.
- What if you don't?
- Fergus, I think you don't trust me.
You may be right.
Stay later after work tomorrow
night, I'll bring you the news.
- Jude.
- Yes?
Who is the old gooser?
Some judge.
- Why did you follow me?
- I was jealous, Jimmy.
- You shouldn't be.
- Why shouldn't I be jealous?
Don't.
My make up.
- Does she own you, Jimmy?
- Yes.
- Is she from Scotland, too?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- You're not gonna tell me more?
- I can't.
- What are you doing, Jimmy?
- I don't know yet.
- Would you like me even a little?
- More than that.
Come on. Let's go for a walk.
- Do something for me, Dill?
- Anything.
- You would do anything for me?
- I'm afraid so.
Got the keys for the shop?
- You want another haircut, Jimmy?
- No. Come on, sit down.
- You'd do anything for me?
- Anything...
- No way.
- You said anything, Dill.
A girl has to draw
the line somewhere
I wanna change you to a man.
- Why?
- It's a secret.
- Would you like me better that way?
- Yes.
- And you wouldn't leave me?
- No.
- You promise?
- I promise.
Go on, then.
- You want to make me like him.
- No...
I want to make you into something
new nobody recognizes.
- No, better in the dark.
- So it's true then?
What?
- You like me better that way.
- Yes.
No. No. Dil. Dil.
Turn around, turn around.
Baby.
- What are you doing, honey?
- Don't call me that.
- Sorry. What are you doing?
- Try this on.
- Why?
- For me.
For you?
- What are we doing here?
- Look on it like a honeymoon.
You a handyman, Fergie?
I take pride in my work.
I sincerely hope so.
Tools of the trade.
And forget about the girl.
Dil.
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- I'm going home.
- I told you to stay at the hotel.
- I thought you were fooling me...
- you were leaving me.
- I had to go to work.
I was thinking every noise
was you.
- Come on.
- What's it you're not telling me?
- Come on.
- No! I'm going home.
- Dil!
- So tell me!
I was trying to get out
of something.
No!
Tell me everything, Jimmy.
You have to forget
you ever saw me, Dil.
- You mean that?
- Yeah.
Stop it, would you!
Get it over, Dil, for fuck's sake!
I'm sorry, I get nervous,
I got this blood condition...
Just help me inside and
I'll be all right.
Did you hear what I said, Dil?
Get my pills.
- What pills?
- Prescription for my condition.
- What condition?
- My condition... only.
I suppose you have
to take that many?
Only in time of
extreme stress.
They all say goodbye sometime...
except him.
- Are you all right, Dil?
- I will be. Go.
Goodbye, Dil.
- Jimmy.
- What?
Don't go like that.
I can't help what I am.
I knew you had a heart.
Can I tell you something?
I knew your man.
- Knew which man?
- Your soldier.
- You knew my Jody?
- Lifted him from a park in Belfast...
- Held him hostage for 3 days.
- You knew my Jody?
- Are you listening?
- Yes.
Got the order to shoot him,
before I did, he ran...
- ran into a tank and died.
- Died?
- Did you hear me?
- You killed my Jody?
- In a manner of speaking.
- It was you.
You should scream.
Should bite my head off.
- Did you kill my Jody?
- No.
- Didn't?
- I suppose I tried.
- Tried?
- Don't you want to kill me?
Bang.
Don't leave me tonight...
it would kill me, too.
- What... the fuck?
- Tell me what you're doing, Jimmy.
I didn't really listen last night.
Heard, but didn't listen.
That won't do any good.
Dil knows how to tie a body.
Wondered how you came on to me
like that. Gave me those looks.
He asked me to see
if you were all right!
See I fix with anyone who's
nice to me. Just a little bit nice...
- and I'll be yours.
- Stop it, Dil.
Just don't kick me and
I will be touched.
Be nice to her and she'll be
yours forever
I should blow you away, Jimmy.
But I can't. Yet.
- Let me go, Dil. - Why?
- I gotta be somewhere.
- Just try and go then.
Where the fuck is he?
Let me go, for fuck's sake.
Dil, they're gonna be here.
Let them come, then.
Can't stay here, Peter.
Drive around once more.
See, I just want your company for
a little longer.
- That fucker's dead.
- No, we are.
- You don't know what you're doing.
- Never did.
- Shit. Give me the shooter.
- What? Are you crazy?
- Give me that fucking shooter.
- You're crazy, Peter!
- Do you like me now, Jimmy?
- Yeah, I like you, Dil.
- Give me a bit more, baby.
- More what?
- More endearments.
- I like you, darling.
- Do you love me?
- Yeah.
- Tell me you love me.
- Whatever you say, darling.
- Then say it.
- I love you, darling.
- You do?
- Yeah.
- What would you do for me?
- Anything.
- Say it again.
- I'd do anything for you, darling.
- You'd never leave me?
- Never.
I know you're lying, Jimmy,
but it's nice to hear it.
I'm sorry.
You stupid shit.
Once was bad enough, but twice!
Didn't knock, honey.
- Get that thing off her, Fergus.
- What was that she called you?
- Fergus.
- What's Fergus?
- It's my name, Dil.
- What happened to Jimmy?
- I said get off me!
- Don't! Dil! Dil!
What should I do, Jimmy?
Should I blow her away?
Dil.
Was she there, too,
when you got my Jody?
- I asked you, honey. Were you there?
- Yes, sick bitch!
You was there, wasn't you?
Used that tits and that ass to
get him, didn't you?
- She was there, wasn't she?
- She was.
And she used her tits and
her cute little ass to get him,
didn't she?
- Yes.
- Tell me...
- what she wore
. - Can't remember.
Can't do it, Jimmy.
He doesn't let me.
You don't let me, Jody.
- You've got to go now, Dil.
- Do I?
- Yes. Now.
- Am I in trouble, Jimmy?
- Not if you go.
- Will I see you again?
Yes.
- Promise?
- Promise.
- Where am I to go to, Jimmy?
- The metro.
- To meet Col?
- Yeah, say hello to Col.
You've stayed at home.
I brought the multivitamins and
the iron tablets, honey.
- Don't call me that.
- Sorry, love...
- The white ones are magnesium.
- Stop it, Dil!
I gotta keep you healthy, Jimmy.
I'm counting the days...
- 2334 left.
- 35.
Sorry, darling.
Keep forgetting the leap year
What am I supposed to
call you then, Jimmy?
- Fergus.
- Fergus, Fergus...
- My love. Light of my life.
- Please, Dil.
Can't help it.
You're doing time for me.
No greater love as the man says...
I wish you'd tell me why.
As a man said
it's in my nature.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Well, there's this scorpion...
and he wants to go across a river,
but he can't swim.
So he goes to this frog
that can swim and says:
Excuse me, Mr. Froggie
I want to cross the river...
so the frog tells him to hop on
his back...
Suddenly, the frog feels this pain,
it is a sting.
He screams: You bastard!
You stung me!
Now we go down in the river!
Why did you do that?
The scorpion looked and said:...