I don't think your mammy would be too pleased about that now.
What a beautiful fucking day.
- Who the fuck are you? - Aidan McBride, sergeant.
- Don't know you. - Just transferred from Dublin.
Big city boy, huh?
And me, just a lowly country nobody.
Lonely?
Lonely country nobody?
- Lowly. Lowly. - Lowly. I thought you said lonely.
Not too sharp on the uptake, are you?
You'll go far in this outfit. A fucking latte is my drink.
Told me cappuccino.
What is he doing here?
- He's scene-of-crime photographer. - You soft in the head or what?
Get out of here or I'll tell your mammy.
Sure I got what I need anyways, Gerry.
It's all good clean fun, huh?
I'm worried about that young lad.
Has an interest in the photographic arts I can only describe as unhealthy.
Looks like Brendan Foley.
I knew his father.
He ran off with me second cousin.
When I say ran off, he was in a wheelchair, the old fella.
He was a... What...?
What do you call it?
Paraplegic?
Spastic, yeah.
Wheeled off.
Brendan Foley. I'll get on to this.
I said he looked like Brendan Foley. I didn't say he was Brendan Foley.
Should you...?
Should you be removing those?
From the Bible, looks like. I knew it'd be a fucking religious angle.
Aye, he was a good-looking lad. Lovely lips.
The significance of the pot plant has me somewhat perplexed.
Maybe its genus is a clue.
Oh, genus, huh? Fancy.
- What the hell are you doing? - I have the gift. Nobody tell you?
Clairvoyant-like.
Never interfered with a corpse before?
- It's great gas. - I don't think you should be...
- I'm only messing. Lighten up. - I don't think that was appropriate.
Fuck off to America with your appropriate fucking Barack Obama.
Just saying.
- Is there any money in the house? - What? No. I mean, I haven't checked.
You haven't checked if there's any money?
What sort of a fucking guard are you anyways?
Five and a half.
Now, what the fuck would that mean?
There's a film called 81/2.
Fellini.
There's another film called Seven.
You going to list a load of film titles with numbers? I can do that, sure.
Is that your idea of police work?
Maybe this is the killer's five and a half... "Half th" victim.
Go on.
Maybe he's killed four people before now and he's maimed another lad.
Cut off his legs, maybe, which would be the half.
So this would be victim number five and a half.
Interesting theory.
So what you're saying...
...is we may well have a serial killer on our hands.
It's a distinct possibility.
Well, that would be a first for Galway.
Rabbit.
Sergeant Gerry Boyle. Cop shop.
Hi there. I've got some information about that murder last night.
- Murder? - How many murders have you had...
...in the last 24 hours?
That's for us to know and you to find out.
That doesn't make any sense.
Have you any information or are you just playing with yourself?
What did you say your name was? Boyle?
Sergeant Gerry Boyle, last of the independents.
The murder in Lettermore, if I have to be specific.
The one with occult overtones.
Occult overtones, yeah.
Do you even know what I mean when I use the term "occult"?
Aleister Crowley...
...Anton LaVey...
...Simon Magus, that kind of thing.
Well done, round of applause, red roses for the blue meanie.
Anyways, it was Billy Devaney did for him.
He's into all that black magick. That's "magick" with a K.
Yeah. He told me last night when he was locked.
Little Billy Devaney? He wouldn't hurt a fly.
He didn't. He put a bullet in the brain of your man.
Good point. Could I have your name?
Yeah, Bozo, the fucking clown.
Bozo...
...the fucking clown.
I didn't know the circus was in town.
Little Billy Devaney, a serial killer?
Sure he's a lovely little lad.
Fucking Andy Murray.
You won't be playing tennis again for a long time, boy.
I was playing squash.
No squash courts where you're headed, Ted Bundy of the West.
- Now... - What are you, Italian?
No, I am not Italian. Why does everybody keep saying that?
- Because you look Italian. - I fucking don't.
Yes, you do. Doesn't he look Italian?
You've been cautioned under the bestiality act?
Man, that was fucking years ago.
I thought that had all been forgotten about.
Same thing happened to Polanski.
What was it, a sheep or something?
It was a llama.
You know, I didn't even know it was illegal. Did you?
I would have assumed so, Billy.
I mean, what would its parents think?
William Montmorency Devaney...
...where were you at approximately 9 in the p.m. last night?
There or thereabouts.
I was in Hanley's battering Joey Brennan about the head...
...until he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Why were you bat...?
Why were you battering this Joey Brennan?
I was provoked, like.
Look, we're having a few jars, right...
...when he starts bringing up, yet again, this 200 euros I owe him.
Now, he's had me computer that I lent him.
So I says, "Give me back me computer, I'll give you your euro."
Then suddenly, out of nowhere...
...he rears up at me, screaming for his money.
So I grab the nearest thing that came into me hands.
This antique blunderbuss me granddaddy got me...
Antique what?
Blunderbuss.
I was showing it off, like, and then the next thing you know...
...I was battering him with it.
I mean, that is vicious, like, I'll admit.
What are you talking about?
You shot him in the head.
Stuffed pages from the Bible into his mouth.
Put a pot plant on his body, painted five and a half on the wall.
No, sweet Jesus, you have me in here under false pretenses.
Look, I thought this was about Joey Brennan. What the fuck?
The brutal murder in the holiday home.
Jesus, lads.
This was about 9 p.m.
I was in Hanley's. I have about 20 witnesses.
And Joey Brennan was alive when I left him.
You can't get me on that.
Was even roaring at me with his fucking broken lip.
You said he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Yes, he lapsed into unconsciousness and after that he fucking woke up.
And that's the whole story?
That was the whole story.
- Has he made a complaint? - No, he hasn't.
He's made a nuisance call, it looks like.
Haul in Joey Brennan, see what he has to say for himself.
See if we can charge him with wasting police time.
Then get round to this gobshite's house...
...charge his granddad with possession of a firearm.
- No, come on. - I'm on it, sarge.
"I'm on it, sarge."
He thinks he's in fucking Detroit.
So your mother.
Six to eight weeks is the prognosis.
That's what they told me.
That is how long she has, then.
She looks fine.
Healthy.
It's not what is on the outside that counts...
...it's what is on the inside.
Eating away at you.
I just want her to be comfortable.
That's all.
What are you reading?
Never got into the Russians.
They take too long getting to the fecking point.
Not even Dostoevsky, no?
Come on now, he was the main offender.
Gogol was good.
He went doolally in the end, though, God love him.
How you settling in?
Oh, all right, I suppose.
They're all so fucking boring.
Who?
The inmates. Gloomy.
I suppose they've a right to be gloomy.
Well, there's no need to make such a fucking song and dance about it.
You're gonna die, copper.
Come on, copper.
Little early for a drink.
You're still on duty. You've been gone all afternoon.
Flesh wound.
You gonna continue to make declarative statements...
...or are you gonna tell me something?
The murder over in Lettermore, the victim's a John Doe.
- He's a John Doe, is he? - Yeah, it means we don't know...
- I know what it fucking means. Go on. - Oh, good shot.
The name and address he gave are false.
We've sent off his prints.
Anything else? You're boring me.
You got a call from Galway.
You're to attend a briefing from a fella who's over from the FBI.
Special Agent Wendell Everett.
So what?
Maybe it's about the murder.
Maybe he's got a psychological profile on the killer or something.
It's drug smuggling.
That or they've had another sighting of Whitey Bulger...
...at some fucking museum.
Yeah, well, drug smuggling, I mean, that's...
It's pretty exciting.
Yeah, it's fucking exciting.
If you think standing on the pier at Rossaveal...
...in the pouring fucking rain for hours on end...
...waiting on a fucking ship that's never going to fucking arrive...
...is fucking exciting. Now go get me a pint.
Oh, good shot.
Good shot.
The vessel we are looking for is a 60-foot ship...
...called the Annabel Lee.
We lost track of it three weeks ago when it left the Dominican Republic.
DEA believe it to have somewhere...
...in the vicinity of $500 million worth of cocaine on board.
It may well...
That's half a billion.
Half a billion.
Thank you, Inspector Stanton. Yes, that's half a billion.
Slide.
Now, the men we believe to be involved...
...are Francis Sheehy-Skeffington, out of Dublin.
Next.
Liam O'Leary, also out of Dublin.
Next.
Clive Cornell, out of London.
Next.
And James McCormick, out of Limerick.
Now, these men are highly dangerous. And if...
And if you do make a...
Yes, sergeant?
I thought only black lads were drug dealers?
- What? - I thought only black lads...
...were drug dealers? And Mexicans.
- They have a word for them. - There's a word for you too, sir...
...but I'm not gonna go into that right now.
Anyway, as I was saying, these men are highly dangerous.
- And if you... - Mules. Drug mules.
That's enough of your guff now, Boyle. Apologize to the man.
Apologize for what?
- You know for what. - Your racist slurs, for one thing.
I'm Irish, racism is part of my culture.
Enough, Boyle. You're showing us up.
- You're a knacker. - Fuck off back to Dublin.
- I'll rip your fucking head off! - Relax.
Sit down.
Now, now, lads, come on. Not in front of the American.
He's just messing with you.
And deliberately disrupting my lecture.
Only having a bit of fun. Don't mean nothing by it.
Half a billion dollars' worth of cocaine is a fit subject for levity?
Street value.
- Excuse me? - Street value.
You announce seizure of drugs worth a street value...
...at $10 million or $20 million or half a billion dollars.
I wonder what street it is you're buying your cocaine on.
It's not the same street as I'm buying my cocaine on.
That's enough now, Boyle.
We've had enough of your wisecracks.
If you continue on in this vein, consider yourself under suspension.
Oh, I doubt that.
You doubt that?
You got a set of balls talking to your superior like that.
- If we were back in Atlanta... - We're not.
- You would be busted... - We're in Galway.
- Giving tickets to jaywalkers. - Galway.
That's it. Consider yourself...
You're not hunting four men. Three.
- How's that? - McCormick is dead.
- What makes you think he's dead? - I hope he's dead.
They've put him into the fucking morgue, anyways.
Schopenhauer.
- I'd say Nietzsche. - Nietzsche.
- You haven't even read any Nietzsche. - I have too.
- The Anti-Christ. - Quote me something, then.
- What does not kill me... - Fuck's sake.
Every child knows that one.
Bertrand Russell.
You listening to him?
The fucking English. Everything has to be fucking English.
Name your favorite philosopher, and lo and behold, he's English.
He's Welsh.
- Bertrand Russell was Welsh. - Bertrand Russell was Welsh?
Yup.
You know I never knew that.
Didn't think anybody interesting was Welsh.
Dylan Thomas.
Like I said.
"You will not get the crowd to cry Hosanna...
...until you ride into town on an ass."
Nietzsche.
- Yeah, that's a good one. - Good quote. Nice one.
Oh, fuck it.
The guards.
We weren't speeding.
- I know you weren't. - One of the back lights?
No, you're fine there.
Well, what did you fucking stop us for then?
Excuse me?
What you fucking stop us for then...
...you stupid fucking cunt?
Get out. The lot of you.
- Nice friend you got there. - These English, what can you do?
- IDs, please. - From Dublin, are you?
- IDs. - What's the name?
- I know a lot of the guards in Dublin. - A lot?
- He's a very friendly fella. - No harm in being friendly. Name?
Let's get this over with for fuck's sake.
What's the name?
- McBride. - McBride.
We know all about you, McBride.
- Don't we know about McBride, Liam? - We do, Francis.
- Should we be using our real names? - What does it matter?
- You're right, you're right. - We know all about you, McBride.
You know nothing about me.
Stop, McBride. It's no use.
Stop, McBride.
Turn around now. There's a good lad.
I'll take it as it comes, if it's all the same to you.
- Show you up for the cowards you are. - Suit yourself.
- He took that very well, I'll say that. - He was very philosophical about it.
- Are we going now or what? - We have to dump the body.
- I don't do manual labor. - Come on.
No. When I applied for the post of international drug trafficker...
...said nothing about "must have experience in heavy lifting."
Into the west.
You been to Ireland before, Wendell?
Can't say that I have, no.
Where are you from, originally?
Originally, Wisconsin.
Whereabouts in Wisconsin?
Kenosha.
Kenosha, Wisconsin.
So how did you wind up in Tennessee?
- How did you know Tennessee? - Isn't that where you were stationed...
...when you caught Tyrell Lee Dobbs, the Knoxville Ripper?
You've been doing your research on me, sergeant?
I'm sure you did the same with me.
Sorry, I didn't really have the time.
Sure, you're a busy man, I know that.
You know where I'd like to go?
No. Where would you like to go?
- Tupelo. Birthplace of The King. - Mississippi.
My wife's from Jackson.
- How long have you been married? - Eight years.
- Any kids? - Two boys.
Stokely is 5 years old and Huey just turned 3 months old.
- I got a picture of them... - Don't want to see it.
- Excuse me? - I don't want to see it.
Babies all look the same.
Only time a baby doesn't look like every other baby, when it's really ugly.
Unless you're about to show me a photo of a really ugly baby...
...I don't want to see it.
Well, that's pretty rude.
- Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. - Oh, it is.
I'd like to have a family someday.
Too busy whoring around, getting fucked up.
I don't think you should be telling me this stuff.
You know...
...I've been reading...
...they're smuggling cocaine out of Colombia in submarines.
- Submarines they've built themselves. - Yeah, sounds insane, but it is true.
You are correct.
Crafty. You'd have to admire their enterprise.
- No, sergeant. You don't. - You do.
You ever been to the States?
Yeah, once. Disney World.
When you were a kid with your family?
No, no, this was last year.
- You went with a girlfriend? - No. God, no.
You went to Disney World by yourself?
Yeah. Great gas, it was.
Had me picture taken with Goofy and everything. He's my favorite, Goofy.
I can't tell if you're really motherfucking dumb...
...or really motherfucking smart.
Put your fingers to your ears when you want me to stop.
Sergeant Boyle?
Listen, I think there's been a mix-up. You've the wrong night.
I'm sorry?
You're from the agency?
No. My husband is missing.
Oh, God, I'm sorry. Come in, come in.
I'll just slip into something a little less comfortable.
Nice mug of tea.
Now...
...so your husband is missing?
- I didn't get your name, sorry. - Gabriela.
Gerry.
So...
My husband is missing, yeah. I think so, yes.
- Name? - Aidan McBride.
Aidan McBride. Not the guard, Aidan McBride?
Yes. He started working here today.
- How long has he been missing? - Since tonight.
That's no time at all, sure. He might be on the tear somewhere.
He does not drink.
He doesn't drink?
He called me at 8:00, and he said he was on his way home.
I've tried his cell phone, but it's dead.
There's been no accidents on the road as far as I know.
I'm only after getting in meself.
Would it be something to do with your work?
No. Do you mean has he gone undercover with the mob?
No.
You'd have to head down to Limerick for that sort of excitement.
- How long have you been married? - Three years.
Where are you from? Romania?
- Croatia. - Croatia.
Good footballers, the Croatians.
They used to be, anyway.
Listen, I'm sure there's an innocent explanation.
If you haven't heard anything by tomorrow...
...that will be 24 hours, and I can put out...
...a countywide alarm.
What did they used to call those things? On the telly?
I'm sorry?
APB.
"I'm putting out an APB."
You never hear that any more, do you?
Thank you again.
Good luck.
I'll see you.
Bit chilly out, huh?
Looked pretty impressive out there, sergeant.
I was fourth in the Olympics.
- Bullshit. - Yeah, Seoul '88.
Lovely people, the South Koreans. Lovely food.
Bullshit.
Fifteen hundred meters freestyle. I thought I was odds-on for the bronze.
The two Germans I was prepared for, but fucking Salnikov.
He was supposed to be over-the-hill.
Never know when they're beaten, the Russians. Monster in the waves.
Fourth in the Olympics?
You don't get anything for fourth though. A cruel world.
So Kenosha, Wisconsin, you were saying.
Did you grow up in the projects?
- What? - Did you grow up in the projects?
Or do they not have the projects in Kenosha?
No, I did not grow up in the projects.
It might surprise you to learn, I come from a very privileged background.
And by privileged, I mean prep schools, Yale.
I was a Rhodes Scholar. Bet you don't even know what a Rhodes Scholar is.
- I do know what a Rhodes Scholar is. - Really?
Kris Kristofferson.
Yeah.
Kris Kristofferson was a Rhodes Scholar.
You are correct.
Privileged background, huh?
Summer in the Hamptons, skiing in Aspen. That kind of thing.
Skiing, yeah?
I thought black people couldn't ski?
Or is that swimming?
What do you have planned for your day?
Well, we obviously don't know who killed McCormick or why.
No useful forensic evidence at the crime scene...
...so we might start by canvassing the neighborhood...
...where the body was discovered. See if anybody heard something.
We also have to consider...
...that McCormick was reconnoitering drop-off points all along the coast.
Sergeant.
What?
Sorry, you lost me at "we."
We. You and I.
It's my day off. Did I not tell you?
It's your day off?
- I've had it booked. Ask Stanton. - We're investigating a murder...
...trafficking of over half a million... - Billion.
Half a billion dollars' worth of cocaine, and you're telling me it's your day off?
I'm sure 24 hours won't make any difference.
24 hours won't make any difference?
They say it does on cop shows, but it doesn't.
Not in my experience. Why do you keep repeating everything I say?
How you doing?
Wendell Everett. Federal Bureau of Investigation.
I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.
Bartley!
There's a black man at the door!
Oh, you don't speak any English, huh?
What can I do for you?
And you don't speak any English?
This is Ireland. Go over to England if you want to speak English.
I wanna show you pictures...
...see if you've seen any of these men in the last few days?
This gentleman?
No, I haven't. And if I had, I wouldn't tell you.
Now you'll have to excuse me, I have to fix this lamp.
It was a birthday present from my aunt in Australia.
Good day to you.
I'm sorry. Is there anyone else here that I...?
Where are you taking us to have your wicked way?
I've a room booked at the G.
- Fancy. - No expense spared.
Are we not a little too official for the G?
Whether you are or you aren't. They'll have Sergeant Boyle...
...to deal with if they don't. - He's power mad.
They say power corrupts.
And I'm corrupted, absolutely. You'll find that out soon enough.
Are you the FBI man?
Yes, I am.
Behavioral Science Unit?
No. Actually I'm investigating the smuggling of narcotics.
Drugs.
Hurry up, Aoife. I'm tumescent.
You're not in bad shape for an old lad.
- It's what me mother's always telling me. - Sergeant.
You're not that old.
- Don't listen to her. - I'm old enough to be your father.
Well, you can think about that while you're fucking us.
If that turns you on.
Sinead, you're one sick puppy. I think I'm in love.
- What's the craic? - Just a little memento. Looky.
- Put it in your archive. - I know what I'd like to put...
...in your archive. - The man's obsessed.
- Wonderbra. - Now it can be revealed.
I have very small breasts.
That's okay. I have a very small penis.
Sergeant!
How you doing, sir?
Special Agent Wendell Everett of...
Sir?
Seen this guy?
What about this one?
No? You don't speak English either, huh?
This is the life.
Are we to assume you are satisfied with the service, sergeant?
I'm totally drained, sure. I've no jism left.
Giving us a good review at the agency, now.
Oh, five stars. I only wish I had brought me handcuffs.
- There's always next time. - You'd be into a bit of bondage?
Only for you, Sergeant.
Only for you.
For fuck's sake.
I do not understand. Just because his car is here...
...why does that mean he has killed himself?
It's a suicide hot spot.
A lot of the locals have drowned themselves here.
You have to put up with these prima donnas and their carry-on.
I do not think Aidan committed suicide.
Neither do I, to be honest with you.
Didn't seem intelligent enough.
Of course, if it's not suicide...
...then it's foul play.
Foul play?
Murder. Malice aforethought.
I can't think of anybody who would want to do something bad to Aidan.
He's a guard.
Somebody somewhere probably had a grudge against him.
It's a better theory than suicide, in my view.
Anything you can tell me that might have a bearing on all this?
- Anything personal? - He's gay.
He's gay. You know, when one man puts his...
I'm familiar with the mechanics of it, yeah.
I just didn't realize.
Think he might have met someone who would do something bad to him?
Like...
You know... What do you say?
- Like a rent boy or something? - Yeah, a rent boy?
Not much call for rent boys around here...
...as far as I know, anyways. Maybe in town.
Why did you marry him?
For the visa, I suppose?
This is just between you and me.
Yes.
I get a visa and he looks...
- Respectable. - Yes, respectable.
Wendell.
Nice outfit. Do you juggle as well?
Fuck you, sergeant.
A hot whiskey, John-Joe, please. And a cold one while I'm waiting.
- Yourself? - Guinness.
Two Guinness as well, John-Joe.
Like the fat man said, "if you have to be careful not to drink too much...
...it's because you're not to be trusted when you do."
Any luck?
Not a damn thing.
Man, these people out here are...
- I know. It's like Compton, huh? - Exactly.
They're not too keen on talking to the law, that's for sure.
Most of them don't speak English.
They speak English well enough.
Gaelic-speaking region. Did they not teach you that at Langley?
No, they did not teach me that at Langley.
For the simple fact that Langley is the CIA, you idiot, not the FBI.
You didn't know people in west Ireland speak Gaelic and I'm the idiot?
Whatever.
How was your day off?
Energetic.
Something has come up, and I'm not just talking about my cock.
One of my men has gone missing. McBride.
I spotted his car back at the road, in a known suicide spot.
On duty at the time.
- Any sign of foul play? - Not as far as we know.
You don't think it's a suicide, so what?
First McCormick gets murdered...
...now a guard disappears. Too much of a coincidence.
Could be he stumbled on to something and got...
- Whacked. - Whacked, yeah.
His first day on the job in Connemara too. Talk about bad luck.
Yeah.
But where do we start?
I say we start with these two lads and we take it from there.
Slainte.
That's Gaelic.
What's the first case you ever solved?
Stealing an ostrich.
What?
Guy stole an ostrich, transported it across state lines.
Had something to do with the eggs or something.
It's more original than dealing crack, anyway.
You ever have crack?
Do you think I would tell you if I had?
I've had it.
Again, I don't think you should be telling me these things.
They say one hit, you're hooked, that's only shite.
It's propaganda they sell to kids.
You certainly are an unconventional police officer, Sergeant Boyle.
- Thank you. - That was not meant as a compliment.
I know. You're only messing, I know that.
What's so fascinating?
I had what I thought was a crank call saying the person responsible...
...for McCormick's death was this lad Billy Devaney.
- Which one's Devaney? The Italian? - Yeah.
Devaney's alibi is that he was in Hanley's on the night.
- Battering the head off Joey Brennan. - So?
So I was thinking...
...maybe whoever made the crank call was there on the night, saw Billy...
Saw Billy Devaney assaulting Brennan...
...and decided to throw him in the frame for McCormick too.
Exactly.
Jesus, he gave him a hell of a clout.
- Christ, he's strong for a little lad. - Wait, whoa. Freeze it.
- No, no, go back. - Fuck.
Give it.
Goddamn, that's Sheehy and Cornell.
Look at it. They're here.
Like a donkey fucking a hippopotamus.
It's party time.
What?
Like a donkey fucking a hippopotamus...
...it's party time.
- What the fuck are you on about? - Sheehy said...
He was taking the piss, for fuck's sake.
That's nice. Is that real leather?
Why, what am I, fucking cheap?
It's all there, yeah?
Excuse me?
It's all there?
No, I've skimmed a couple of grand off the top.
- What? - Of course it's fucking all there.
This is the payoff, yeah? We pay you off...
...you and your pals keep your fucking noses out of our business.
That's the dynamic of this situation.
Why the fuck would I then cheat you out your money, eh?
Why would I do that? That doesn't make any sense.
That'd defeat the entire purpose of the entire fucking interaction. Fuck me.
Somebody got out of bed the wrong side this morning.
Fucking Brits.
The big city boys.
But these are the three ports we're talking about?
Barna, Spiddal, Rossaveal.
Good. Let's get three teams in each of those places.
I wanna move up and down the coast, point by point.
Big map. People pointing.
Must be important.
Move the teams up and down the coast, point by point.
- Right. - We'll do it in about 48 hours.
All happening now, huh?
Excuse me. Come on.
Come here.
Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you.
Don't you ever fucking grab ahold of me like that again.
And don't you ever speak to me like that again.
You have your fucking zombies around you now, huh?
Mobile phones, computers. Very fucking sophisticated.
We work on a vitally important case together.
- What I need from you... - What do you need from me, Wendell?
- Apart from a cup of fucking coffee? - Boyle.
Some mad lad wants to talk to you.
His cat's probably stuck up a tree or something.
You should probably take that.
Logistically, what we're gonna need is some...
- Where is it? - Beyond.
They didn't hide it very well. Sloppy.
Well, they were probably out here after dark.
It'll be a lonely old job up here at night.
Yeah, probably ghosts up here and everything.
Poltergeists.
No, I don't know about poltergeists now.
There's nothing to peg around.
- What were you doing up here? - Heroin.
You'll be getting a belt now if you carry on with that craic. Give us a hand.
What?
- You've taken something. - No.
You've taken something. You didn't even act surprised.
This is like the Birmingham Six all over again.
Hand it over, little shit. Don't make me frisk you.
If you think you're gonna frisk me, I'll have you up on charges.
Do you want me to batter you?
Because I will, boy. No questions asked.
What in hell are you doing?
- It's tiny. - Lt's a derringer.
John Wilkes Booth used one to assassinate Abraham Lincoln.
- Wouldn't think it'd do that damage. - They get the job done, so I'm told.
- I can't see what use they'd be to 'RA. - For killing little Protestants.
Killing little Protestants. That's funny.
- I hate bent coppers, I swear to God. - Did they try something?
No, they didn't try something.
What's the problem then?
I'm just sick and tired of the kind of people we have to deal with.
What do you expect? We're drug traffickers.
Dalai Lama's hardly gonna be looking for a piece of the action.
It's dispiriting though, isn't it?
What's the point?
It's all so fucking meaningless.
The money?
The money, yeah.
How much money do you need to be happy?
The whores?
The whores, yeah.
I'm at that stage where I'm looking for a more meaningful relationship.
I'm with you there.
Monogamous.
There's one guard Stanton couldn't vouch for.
Says he's too unpredictable.
Don't tell me. Let me guess. Boyle.
Yeah, that's him.
I like sharks.
They're soothing.
He was no use.
What have you got to confess, at your age?
What's my age got to do with it?
Sure, Pol Pot was in his 70s when he died.
I think Pol Pot's shenanigans were more malicious...
...than anything you might've been up to.
Shows what you know.
Really? You took part in a sex orgy or something, did you?
- One of them bacchanals? - Get away.
Or bust a cap in the ass of a homey?
So how are things in the world of law enforcement?
Oh, we've had a lad over from the FBI.
- The Behavioral Science Unit? - Drugs.
- Sure. - Yeah.
- What kind of drugs? - Cocaine.
Cocaine? I could do with some cocaine.
They say it gives you great get-up-and-go.
Oh, it perks you up, all right.
Helps you get off with the lasses too. They're mad for the stuff.
- Who could blame them? - True enough.
- What about amyl nitrate? - What?
What does amyl nitrate do for you?
What am I, a fucking drugs aficionado?
What's with the interest all of a sudden?
I don't know. I feel I've missed out.
You missed out on amyl nitrate?
Well, generally, I'm saying.
Sure we all fucking missed out generally.
You're not alone there.
What's going on in that tiny little brain of yours? Come on, tell me.
I was just thinking...
...I haven't listened to music in a long time.
Live music, you know? Like a ceilidh band.
If that's bothering you, I can sort something out.
- You will? - I'll see what's on.
There's bound to be something good on.
It's not as if you're that hard to please.
Yeah, that's what they said to me at the orgy.
- You've been in the wars, huh? - Yeah.
- Who did that to you? - Just a fella.
Just a fella. Not a very nice fella.
There are no nice fellas.
Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that now.
That's a very pessimistic worldview.
Would you get us two more of them please? Chocolate.
What brings you back to Galway, Aoife? Nothing good, I'm betting.
It's about those pictures.
- What pictures? - The ones from the G.
What about them?
I was told to tell you...
...you're to keep your head down if you know what's good for you.
If I don't keep me head down, what then?
Are we making any headway or what?
- Sheehy. - Sergeant Boyle.
So it was a setup from the start?
- How did you work that? - Lt was just a random thing.
There was a guard out with a penchant for whores.
Decided to take advantage of it. Totally opportunistic on my part.
This song really freaks me out, man.
What did they throw off the Tallahatchie Bridge?
- I always thought it was a baby. - Yeah?
Could be a gun. Well, could be anything when you think about it.
Bobbie Gentry said she didn't know.
Supposed to be, you know, mysterious.
It gives me the creeps whatever it is.
You know what gives me the creeps? Cunts who beat up women.
That wasn't me now. It was one of my over-enthusiastic minions.
- Cornell or O'Leary? - You're very well-informed, sergeant.
I keep abreast of current events.
Mind yourself. No, I'm not a fan of violence against women.
And to be honest, I'm not a fan of blackmail either.
So as an added incentive...
Now.
What's the point in paying me off?
You'll have to pay off every other guard on the west coast.
- The lot of them? - Enough as makes no odds.
- Even Wendell? - Who's...? Oh, the Yank?
I decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
You know what the Americans are like with their fucking ideals.
I'm gonna say this now, so as we're clear. This is a one-time-only offer.
You cross me on this and you're finished. And this is not just about me.
You can't just arrest me and it's over.
There are men behind the men.
Do you understand?
I understand, Sheehy.
I understand.
Good.
Goodbye, amigos.
Are you all right?
That milkshake's after giving me a milkshake headache.
I hate them.
What are you gonna do?
I'll be all right. It'll go in a minute.
When you hear about someone being liquidated...
...you know, by the mob, like?
What does that actually mean?
Means they've been killed. I mean, what else would it mean?
Yeah, I know that. But does it mean...
...they've actually been turned into liquid?
Turned into liquid.
No. Just killed.
Yeah, I suppose turning someone into liquid...
...would be too time-consuming, huh?
Take ages.
Mrs. McBride.
- You've found him? - No, I'm sorry.
We just wanted to ask you a few more questions please.
I thought Sergeant Boyle was...
- He's been relieved of those duties. - Why?
- There was a jurisdictional issue. - He's not right in the head.
I don't think we need to involve Mrs. McBride in that discussion?
Right you are so you know more than me.
I'm sorry. We were just wondering if there was any reason...
...you could think of that your husband might have chosen to disappear.
- No. I told Sergeant Boyle all I know. - No, I understand.
Was he on the take?
I don't understand.
McBride. Was he taking money from people? Gangsters?
He is a good man. Why would he...?
- Of course, he's a good man. - Sure, we're all good men.
The fact remains, he shows up in the west...
...at the same time a bunch of drug smugglers...
...are planning to land half a billion dollars' worth of cocaine...
...then he suddenly goes missing?
- Sounds fishy to me. - Inspector Stanton.
You're saying my husband is a criminal?
Many a blind eye will be turned for that kind of money.
He is from Dublin, after all.
I thought you were trying to find my husband. You insult him?
Mrs. McBride, I would like to apologize for the insensitivity...
I will only speak to Sergeant Boyle. Please do not come to my place again.
- Mrs. Mc... - Good day to you.
Mrs. McBride, if I could...
Touchy, huh? They're like that, the Romanians.
Sergeant.
Colum.
Do you want one of these?
- What are they? - I don't know.
Libyan lad gave them to me. All different colors, look.
I'll pass, Colum.
I'll have one of the purple ones. They make you feel frisky.
Right. We have a little look-see for ourselves.
- Who found them? - A young lad.
We won't have any trouble there?
No, he's a good lad.
He's a bit cracked, anyways, so, like, even if he did say something.
Is that the lot, yeah?
Yeah. What's the problem?
There's supposed to be two of those Kalashnikovs...
...two of those Glocks and a derringer.
What's a derringer?
It's like a baby gun.
One of the gay lads used to...
Used to like secreting it on his person, you know.
There were gay lads in the IRA?
There are one or two, like.
Well, it was the only way we could infiltrate the Ml5.
- What? - I mean, an AK-47...
...a Glock and derringer, that's a lot to go missing.
Well, have you any idea what happened them?
Maybe the mice ate them.
I can't be putting that in me report: "Maybe the mice ate them."
- No? - Not really, no.
Why don't you put in your report...
...that Sergeant Boyle went out of his way...
...to do you boys a fucking favor?
And he got really fucking annoyed when you started asking him...
...stupid fucking questions about missing fucking guns...
...and trying to catch him out...
...like he was some kind of a gobshite.
- There's no need for that. - You have your explosives.
It's not as if you lads were ever that keen on getting in close for a scrap.
Blowing up Australians from a distance...
...is more your modus operandi.
Here, look. There's no need for that. I'm after upsetting you.
I apologize. Now can we leave it at that?
I accept your apology, Colum.
You boys owe me one though, for going out of me way.
I'll have to put it to the high command.
There's still a high command?
There is, yeah.
Well, I can't ask fairer than that.
The boot's at the other end, Colum.
Jesus.
I'm always doing that.
Nothing.
Tomorrow night, so. We're good to go.
I fucking hate that.
What?
Americanisms.
"Good to go."
What about the guard?
I don't know. That's an anomaly.
Is that the right word? I don't think it is.
Why? The guard, I mean.
Well, the blackmail didn't seem to bother him.
And he didn't take the money.
- I'm impressed. - I was too, I have to say.
Yeah, good luck to him.
It's not often you come across that kind of integrity in our business.
- Still... - Yeah, we can't have that.
We'll have to make sure he's out of harm's way.
- Why is it always me though? - Because you're a psychopath.
A sociopath, not a psychopath. They explained that to me.
- What's the difference? - Don't know. It's a tricky one.
So what did Dr. Oleyuwo say to you?
Sure, what could he say?
He won't be happy. Me out gallivanting.
I might have him deported if he made any trouble.
You're a terror.
You okay?
Thanks for taking me out, Gerry. You're a good boy.
- You were always a good boy. - No, stop.
No, you never gave me a moment's grief.
Now, stop. Now, we both know that's not true.
Let's pretend that it is.
Lovely music, huh?
We checked the dispensary.
There's nothing missing, as far as we could tell.
She probably saved them up herself.
She was always crafty like that.
She did not leave a note.
She didn't have to leave a note.
What needed to be said?
She was a proud woman.
She was a brave woman.
She was my mother.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
I was sorry to hear about your mother.
You know, I lost my father a few years ago.
Didn't really hit me at the time.
It was only later that I...
It's tough, all right.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
So what's happening...
...with the investigation?
Reliable intelligence says they're down in Cork now.
- Who's down in Cork? - Cornell, Sheehy, O'Leary.
Where did this intelligence come from?
- Garda sources. - Garda sources.
The Naval Service is standing down in this area.
Concentrating the whole operation down in Cork.
- So you're moving on? - Yeah.
There's another agent in place down there already.
I'm gonna be heading out tonight.
Look, I wanna thank you for all your help.
Really. It's much appreciated.
Well...
Take care of yourself, now, Wendell.
I will.
- Good luck. - I'll see you.
No, leave it.
I like Chet Baker.
You should get a dog. Or a parrot, maybe.
Something to raise the alarm, you know.
Ned Kelly had a peacock.
I've always wanted a giraffe.
A giraffe?
That wouldn't work.
I mean, you'd have to put it in a cupola or something.
Be too expensive.
Sit yourself down there now.
Thought you were supposed to be down in Cork?
Misinformation in the intelligence community.
- Disinformation. - Disinformation then, smart-arse.
- You're down at Rossaveal, so? - Close. Spiddal.
You know, I don't know whether to kill you or just tie you up.
Make sure you don't do anything silly.
Do you have any rope and...?
What do you call it, masking tape?
There might be some down in the shed.
Sure. Can't be traipsing round out there at this hour of the night.
You couldn't just let me be, no?
Why did you kill McCormick, if you don't mind me asking?
- Thought he was an FBI informer. - Thought he was an FBI informer?
Turns out he wasn't.
Unlucky for Mr. McCormick.
Better to be safe than sorry though, huh?
Right. Can't be too careful in your line of work.
It's a hard life.
Not a lot of people understand.
I'm on tablets, like, for distress.
Lithium.
You want to be careful with that stuff.
You all right there?
I think I might have picked up a little something I shouldn't have.
Got a little fungi from Dingle, huh?
I was with two lasses.
Got a bit carried away, like.
Ran out of the old prophylactics but decided to chance it?
We've all been there. Where were these girls from?
- Not from around here? - Dublin.
Sure, Dublin. You've only yourself to blame.
Be nice if we had some dips while you're making up your mind, like.
Yeah. Some nachos. Guacamole.
- I mean, we might be here a while. - No, we won't be here that long.
This will all be over soon.
- What was the deal with McCormick? - Just to confuse you lads.
Why five and a half, though?
Oh, fuck knows. I was locked, sure.
Oh, Christ.
They're eating you alive, the buggers.
And McBride? I suppose you did for him too?
No, that was pure happenstance.
He pulled us over for no reason. Should've minded his own business.
- What did you do with the body? - Dumped it in the sea.
Little fishes will have eaten him away by now.
Not bad, huh?
Getting away with two murders?
You haven't got away with them yet.
I admire your confidence, sergeant.
I admire yours.
Fuck.
I think...
I think you've done for me.
I think I have, yeah.
Are the lights growing dim?
Don't mock me.
It's good enough for you.
There were so many...
There were so many things I wanted to do.
Like what, for fuck's sake? Running with the bulls at Pamplona?
- Special Agent Wendell Everett. - Lt's Gerry Boyle, Wendell.
- Sergeant Boyle, what's up? - Where are you?
I'm almost into Galway now.
You gotta get back here. They're landing at Spiddal tonight.
Cork is a decoy.
I know that you've had a lot of fun batting around the American...
No, it's not a joke. I'm after running into O'Leary.
- You ran into O'Leary? - Well, he ran into me. I shot him.
- You shot him? - In self-defense, like.
- Is he dead? - Hang on.
- He is now, yeah. - No.
No, it can't be right. It's Cork. They're coming into Cork.
Well, you know best. I'll see you.
Idiot.
He's dead?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure of it.
He killed himself?
No.
He was murdered.
He was murdered?
They shot him, I think, and threw him into the sea.
I finished off one of the lads that did it.
I have to go down now and sort out the others.
- What are you talking about? - Oh, no, no, no.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry I didn't get to know you better.
You're a lovely woman.
See you.
Gerry?
Gerry.
He's taking his time, for fuck's sake.
Yeah. Thought he'd got over his predilection for torture.
I'm not sure you ever get over something like that.
- How do you mean? - Well, it's not like it's a hobby, is it?
It's more of a psychological hang-up.
I suppose.
God, those hookers will be the death of me.
Don't fucking drop any of those.
Where the fuck did you find those three?
Oh, I put an ad in the paper saying, "Henchmen wanted."
- What did I tell you? - I'm here, aren't I?
Good man yourself.
Okay, look, I called for backup.
- So we... - Why?
Why? If we don't have backup, we're both gonna die, that's why.
- Nobody's going to come. - What are you talking about?
You know what I'm talking about.
But they wouldn't just...
I mean, they're not just gonna...
Half a billion, Wendell.
That's half a billion.
It's just you and me.
- Shit. - That's right.
I suppose that's what accounts for this monstrosity right here.
- That's for you. - What?
I can't go shooting a Kalashnikov off in the middle of Ireland.
- Be an international fucking incident. - You have to.
I'll need covering fire.
- Covering fire for what? - I'm going to arrest those lads...
...for the murders of James McCormick and Aidan McBride.
And on the lesser charge of smuggling cocaine.
- Yes, Wendell? - Point I'd like to make.
- Yeah. - Lt's fucking suicide.
I know.
Even if I get away with it, the big boys will be after me, I'll have no peace.
You can go off to the States. Where can I go off to?
That's the trouble with the Irish, Wendell, they never forget.
But I'm still going to go down there anyways.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking, those men are armed and dangerous.
You being an FBI agent, you're more used to shooting unarmed women...
...and children. - Oh, fuck you, sergeant.
You gonna help me or not?
- Have you ever been shot before? - Yeah.
Does it hurt?
Does it hu...? No, it doesn't hurt. It's kind of...
Yeah, it hurts! What the fuck do you think?
You got any more ammo for this thing or what?
They say that the shock counteracts the pain.
- Who exactly are "they," sergeant? - I don't know.
It hurts, all right?
Fucking hurts like hell, man.
- Oh, shit. - That's right.
Right.
How many times have you been shot?
Three times.
Three times? Jesus.
You must be getting used to it by now then, huh?
- Is there anybody you want me to call? - No. I don't have anybody.
Just pin a medal to me body like with those lads from Iraq.
Fuck you again, sergeant.
Thanks for coming back to help me, Wendell. I appreciate it.
See you.
Oh, you gotta be fucking joking.
- It's the guard. - I'm here for Sheehy and Cornell.
Rest of you can go if you have a mind to.
I'll take that as a no.
Let's get the fuck out of here, Clive.
Are you kidding me? This is better than fucking Christmas.
What?
Come on, move it out.
Fuck. Fuck.
Good shot.
Flesh wound.
Wait, wait, I give up! Me hole!
Boyle!
Lucky shot.
Now, don't be a sore loser. Although I suppose it's not every day...
...you lose half a billion dollars. - Two hundred million.
They're always overestimating. Didn't I fucking know well?
You don't know anything about anything, you stupid little man.
I think I did all right for meself.
I did for you, Francis Sheehy-Skeffington.
And your pals.
Who was up there firing that cannon?
The FBI lad.
Probably hasn't had this much fun since they burnt those kids at Waco.
Fucking O'Leary.
He wasn't the sharpest, all right. Englishman wasn't much better.
Should've hired Columbians, more reliable.
Not gonna beg you if that's what you're waiting for.
I know how to die.
Good for you, Sheehy.
Good for you. I'll see you.
Boyle!
Fuck.
You from the press?
Oh, God, no.
- Asshole. - Oh, that's a good one now.
Moody.
You can use it for the cover of your book.
What book?
You yokes are always writing books about your fucking experiences.
Probably sell it to the movies then. A fish-out-of-water story, huh?
Lots of action, bit of humor.
Throw in a couple of young ones and you're well away.
- Need a happy ending to sell it. - Happy ending?
Sure didn't you foil a drug-trafficking operation...
...and knock off a trio of drug barons to boot?
What's unhappy about that?
Lost a good man.
I wouldn't be too sure about that now.
They never recovered a body, did they?
It's a big sea out there.
He's dead.
Either burned up or drowned.
But he was a really good swimmer.
I'm sorry, son, that was just bullshit.
- He weren't never in the Olympics. - Maybe so.
Sure it's easy enough to look up anyways.
You know, I can't tell if you're really motherfucking dumb...
...or really motherfucking smart.