Run, Martin. Run!
Marty!
Jesus, come on! Come on! Come on!
- Where is he? - Come on, move! Move!
Is that you, Martin?
Who the fuck did you think it was?
Drink?
May you die in Ireland.
- Isn't that what they say? - I want my passport now.
Oh, you'll get it. And no ordinary one.
Pedigree. And a safe berth on a cargo boat to the States.
When?
- And 50 grand. - What would I have to do for all that?
- What you're good at. - No. There'll be no more killing.
- One more makes no difference. - I said no!
Just one! A piece of slime.
You'll be back.
Every policeman is out looking for you and so are your old comrades in Ireland!
I'm all you've got.
- Well, you fucked that up. - Kristou did his best.
- And he'll do better. - Fallon didn't look much to me.
He's beautiful.
The best.
I want him, Kristou.
Get him back.
How, Mr Meehan?
You heard him.
Ring the police.
Turn Fallon in?
- What if they catch him, Jack? - They won't.
They're not good enough.
Call them, Kristou.
Get out.
Let's go.
- Who are you operating for? - I'm only the driver.
Who are you operating for, fella?
- Jack Meehan. - Open the boot.
Go on. Get in.
Where's that idiot, Varley?
- You must be Jack Meehan. - That's right.
You've changed your mind.
Oh, no. I wanted to see the face.
So I'd know.
Leave him, Billy.
Two of a kind!
You and me!
- So what name's he using? - He's using Fallon.
Martin?
Up, up, up, up! Come on, up! Up! Up!
Get down! Sit down!
- Did you see anything? - Nothing here.
Shit!
Slow down.
Do you think they got him?
- Minutes earlier and it could have been us! - Well, it wasn't.
- You set me up! - I had to!
It was the only way I could get you back.
For your own sake, Martin, just one more.
How many did you kill over there?
Dozens.
I never killed for money or favours.
Never because I enjoyed it.
There was always a reason.
All for the glorious cause.
That's fucking right.
Look where it's got you. Even your own people want you dead.
Look at you. A hunted animal.
Not a living soul who wouldn't turn you in or put a bullet in you!
Just one more!
And you'll be free forever.
His name's Krasko. A gangster.
Murder, drugs, whores, extortion.
Same business as Jack Meehan.
And now Meehan's taking over.
You'll need another gun.
I don't think so.
Please, Martin.
I once seen some writing on a wall in Derry
that said, "ls there a life before death?"
They'll make me turn you again, Martin. I know it.
Now, it's either his life or yours.
All this killing.
It seems to follow me about.
Excuse me, fella.
For God's sake, no.
Go forth, Christian soul, from this world,
in the name of God the Almighty Father who suffered for thee,
in the name of the Holy Ghost who was poured out upon you.
- Is Krasko dead'? - Yeah, but he was seen.
There was a priest there - Father Da Costa. He saw Fallon plain as day.
But Fallon just walked away, let him be.
- Where's Fallon now? - At Da Costa's church.
He's going to kill him there, then.
In his own church.
Nice touch!
Shit!
Who's there?
You play lovely music. That trumpet stop's a reed.
It's out of tune because it's damp. Try leaving it in.
- Have you been playing long? - Not long enough.
The parish priest doesn't mind, which isn't surprising. He's my uncle.
Are you waiting for him?
I suppose so.
He's at a funeral. He'll be back soon.
I hope you're not leaving because of me.
No, I have to go.
Look after yourself.
I'm sure he used a Ceska fitted with a silencer.
It's a Czech gun. Terrorists use them quite a lot.
I was... I was in the military.
- Army chaplain? - No, no.
- Doesn't sound like one of Meehan's men. - Meehan?
Jack Meehan. It makes him look like St Francis.
What bothers me is Father Da Costa saw his face.
- Yes, and he didn't kill me. - It bothers me.
Yes, it bothers me, too.
It'll bother Jack Meehan as well when he finds there's a witness running loose.
Yeah.
Excuse me, I have confession. I'm sorry.
Are you sure? That sounds an awful lot.
I must say, I didn't think it would be that much.
- Sorry, Mrs Orton, that's the way it is. - The way what is?
Come on, love.
Well...
We can't have this.
I thought there'd be some money left to tide me over.
She's a bit confused, Mr Meehan. Her husband just died.
Tell me all about it.
I didn't want him buried on the State, but I didn't know it would cost so much.
- How much did you give him? - Four hundred pounds, sir.
It says three hundred here, and even that's a mistake.
- It should be seventy-five. - It won't be on the State?
No, it won't.
It'll be the best, love.
I shall attend to it personally.
Three hundred...
and twenty-five.
You obviously haven't heard of our special rates for older people.
73, he was. I never thought he'd go first.
It comes to us all, Mrs Orton.
Rupert. Mrs Orton will be choosing some flowers, with my compliments.
And she'll need a car to take her home.
He loved flowers, sir!
God bless you!
He does, Mrs Orton, every day.
Show me the deceased, Mr Ainsley.
Martin's a top operator.
He used to be. Now he's a danger to the movement.
Where will you be?
Where'll you be?
- Here. - We'll telephone you.
73 years old and still a bull of a man. Remarkable.
Probably the only pleasure that old lady got out of life.
Mr Meehan, I can explain everything.
I put the old lady in a car and Bonati's picked out some lovely chrysanths for her.
Thank you. Thank you, Rupert.
- Rupert, not on the day, please. - Yes, Mr Meehan.
You tried to thieve from Jack Meehan. That's bad.
But worse, you tried to thieve from that ignorant old lady.
I can explain. There've been problems at home.
Problems? You don't know what the word means.
I'll tell you about problems! Only the poor have problems.
My father cleared off when I was four.
My mother had to get bits of cleaning when she could, and when she couldn't,
she resorted to having sexual intercourse with strangers outside public houses.
Five shillings a time.
Bonati, would you do the honours? Boys!
She fed Billy and me, kept us clean. She brought us up on her own. She had pride!
She was very like that little old lady. And you tried to thieve from her.
No! Please!
Please!
That old lady's earned a little respect.
Just as her old fellow's earned something better than a State funeral.
Billy, I want him back at work tomorrow morning.
The police will call for me after confession.
What more can you do?
Well... the man was obviously a professional.
They want me to build up a picture of him.
- Will you be able to do that? - Oh, yes.
I was only a few feet away from him.
I saw him very clearly.
And he saw me, too.
And yet he let you go.
Yes.
Change your shirt, Michael.
Your flask's on the table.
They missed him. He was too good for them.
Don't you worry. This town's a sewer. Some rat will always tell us where he is.
They didn't get him.
But I'll find him.
What now?
Well, we just wait.
What's our cover? Married couple?
What about the conjugal rights?
No?
Come on. A drink at least.
May the Lord be in your heart and on your lips that you may confess your sins.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
How long is it since your last confession?
It's been a long time.
Don't worry. Just do your best. Confess your sins.
Father...
is there any circumstances under which anything I say to you now
could be revealed to somebody else?
No. The confessional is inviolate.
It's simply between me and you and our Lord God.
Well, that's good. That's good.
Father... Father, it's been a long time.
Jesus, I didn't think this would be so hard.
Take your time. Just take your time.
Father...
this morning I killed a man.
You killed a man? What do you mean'?
How did you kill him?
You were there.
Out! Out! Get out!
I take it my confession's over.
If you choose to murder people,
you may no longer consider yourself a member of the Catholic Church.
Hey, I'm not Catholic, Father.
Then you'll know I cannot grant you absolution for murder!
I've already got it. The seal of the confessional. You can't tell anybody.
You are profaning the Holy Church to save your skin!
I could have closed your mouth with a bullet.
Why didn't you?
There's been enough killing.
Listen, I've got to talk to you.
- I have nothing more to say. - Yes. Yes.
Confession is for reconciliation.
To seek forgiveness.
Father, I'm not asking anybody to forgive me.
I know what I've done, and it's done.
No man has the right to damn himself.
Only God has that right.
- I'll leave it to God, Father. - Oh. Oh! God's already in this.
You didn't take my life in the cemetery. What's my life worth as a witness?
- You'll be safe. - Oh, I see.
God has placed my life in your hands again, is that it?
I said you'll be safe.
- I won't have you on my... - Immortal soul?
I was gonna say conscience, Father.
So, Mr Fallon.
You made a mess of it.
The job's done. I want my passport and my money.
You were seen. A priest saw you.
- His mouth's been shut. - You took him out, then?
- We had a wee talk. - What fucking good does that do?
That's the way the Catholic Church works, Billy.
You wouldn't believe it, would you?
Da Costa can't say anything to the police now.
Ha! Neat, Mr Fallon.
But not neat enough.
- I want the priest. - I said no.
- You're worried about killing a priest? - He's a witness.
Nobody touches the priest.
Superintendent, I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- You what? - I can't help you.
I'm asking you to identify a murderer.
The murder took place in front of you. You saw it and the man who committed it.
- You really must help. - I can't.
I've been after Jack Meehan for ten years. He's vicious. He's evil.
We're talking about drugs, child prostitution, maiming, murder.
- You name it. - I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
- Has Jack Meehan been getting at you? - No.
- Is your life in any danger? - No, no.
- And you still refuse to help us? - I can't!
You're no ordinary priest, Father, we know that.
Special Air Services before taking Holy Orders. Korea, prisoner of the Chinese.
If I have to, I can bring you in formally as a material witness.
You'd just be wasting your time.
We had an arrangement.
You'll get your passport.
And the money, on the boat.
Meanwhile, I'll put you somewhere safe.
Not in here, please.
In here we show a little respect.
So sad.
Raped and murdered three days ago.
It wasn't even dark.
Terrible.
What is the world coming to?
Billy.
Take Mr Fallon to Jenny Fox's, will you?
Jenny's.
You're in luck, Fallon.
I'm sure he'll do the necessary.
- Thank you, dear. - A city councilor.
They're all in Jack's pocket.
No rough trade here, Fallon.
Jenny's the best. Our number one girl.
You'll see.
Jenny!
I've a surprise for you.
Jenny, I want you to look after him until Sunday.
It's not work to you, is it?
She just pretends not to enjoy it.
She does, though.
- They all do. - But I don't.
I do what I fucking please when I fucking please!
I'm Jack Meehan's brother!
Nobody stops me.
Don't, Billy! Please, don't!
Don't!
Have you a cup of tea, love'?
God. 1974.
12 years, Siobhan.
12 good years.
What are you gonna do when we find him?
I'm going to take him home.
OK.
What'll you do then? Blow him away?
Malachy.
- Same again, Brendan. - We got a break.
Someone wants to meet you.
Beautiful, Jack.
You know I like to be alone in here, Billy.
I know, Jack.
It's just that Fallon's on my mind.
We can't trust him, me and you.
Pretty little thing.
She only needed eight pints of embalming fluid.
What about the priest?
I won't sleep till we've buried him.
She could be a bride.
Leave Fallon and the priest to me, Billy.
It's all there.
Here, here!
What's this?
I'm not going near this place. You tell Mr Fallon I want to see him.
- Me? - You!
- I need to see Father Da Costa. - He's at a confirmation class.
- You helped me with the organ. - Aye.
- That reed's still playing up. - You'll want me to look at it.
- If you have the time. - It's no problem.
I thought I told you to stay out of here.
Michael, is that you?
- You're back early. - Yes.
Father?
I'd like another word with you.
In private.
Superintendent, you haven't met my niece.
- Hello. - Hello.
And... this is...
Mr?
Fallon.
Mr Fallon's been helping us repair the organ.
Looks complicated.
How long have you been here?
- How long have you been here? - It can't be done in five minutes, sir.
Well, you carry on.
I like to see an expert at work.
Superintendent, let's talk in the sacristy.
- Do you play, Mr Fallon? - Very well.
Good.
Let's have a tune.
Who are you, Mr Fallon?
You hide yourself, don't you?
But not when you play.
The superintendent was so suspicious of you.
He's paid to be suspicious.
You're doing it again.
I think I'd prefer to listen to you play.
I can't.
I know of only one circumstance in which a priest wouldn't tell what he knows.
If he learnt it in the confessional.
Look, my next step is to go to your superior.
Wouldn't do any good.
In legal terms, his actions make him an accessory to murder!
- Don't you understand that? - Yes.
I'm going to go to the Director of Public Prosecutions and ask for a warrant.
I'm gonna have you arrested!
Shit! It's Miller!
Keep going.
- I knew that priest couldn't keep quiet! - Go round the block, Fred.
- But the mourners... We'll be late! - Fuck the mourners!
I told you to do something about that priest.
Fallon!
He's with Da Costa's niece. She's blind.
- I've never had a blind girl. - Don't you talk about anything else?
I've lived with my uncle for two years.
- And before that? - I was a switchboard operator at a hotel.
That was some education after the nuns!
- Army training, Father? - What do you want, Mr Meehan?
Call me Jack.
I was an acolyte once.
Up there.
All scrubbed. Scarlet and white.
Did you know that?
How's your rebuilding going?
- I hear you're not getting very far. - And you'd like to help, is that it?
That's it, Father. That's it exactly.
What needs to be done?
Will you be coming back this way?
I'll be leaving soon.
Do you have to?
I have to.
Hey, I was born over there.
Where them slums used to be. 13, Kyber Street.
Outside privies, cockroaches as big as your thumb.
Hey.
Well, this Fallon arrangement.
Are you gonna stick to it, the confession?
He told me all about it.
He's really shut you up, hasn't he?
That's good, that's very good.
- How much to put all this right? - Nothing from you.
You turn me down but you forgive Fallon? What's so different about him?
Or hasn't he told you about all them other murders in Belfast, Derry and the border?
So you won't take my money, eh'?
Perhaps you fell for his Irish charm.
Just like your niece did.
I suppose a blind girl must need a man more than most.
You scum!
No absolution for that, Father.
Not for that.
All right, Mr Fallon?
Nobody's touched your priest.
I don't do things that way, Martin. I'm a funeral director.
I bury people or I burn 'em.
For me, death is an art form.
You don't believe me, eh? I'll show you.
Forgive him whatever sins he committed through human frailty.
Through Christ our Lord, Amen.
This is all we come to, Martin.
This is our "Rest in Peace" card for the next of kin.
We keep very careful records of our remains.
Watch it, Fallon. It's fascinating.
Don't touch Billy again.
And you stay away from the priest.
What do you do all day, in here on your own'?
That's really pretty.
What does that say?
I love men with tattoos.
Have you got one down here?
I'm staying in tonight. You can stay with me if you want to.
Do you want me to stay with you? Oh, please!
Just for a while. Not long.
Maybe some other time.
Oh, God!
What's going on? What are you doing?
Here's the padre!
Who put you up to this? Who put you up to this?
Some blokes from the pub over there.
Good evening, Father!
Well, this is a surprise!
You care to join us?
My church has been desecrated.
- That's dreadful! - You put them up to it.
Nothing to do with me. I don't know what you're talking about.
You're lying.
Lance, take him away.
Come along, Father.
What you doing, Father? Praying or puking?
Aghh!
I don't think you quite know who I am... Father.
- Why do you stay here? - Why do I stay here?
Four-year-old daughter, that's why. Had her when I was 14.
Jack Meehan helped me and I've been whoring for him ever since.
It's all I know.
I see my little girl whenever I want to.
Oh, it's you.
Is Mr Fallon here?
What do you want?
Message for you from an old comrade.
Hi, Marty.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
- You? - I'm OK.
So, how's things going?
You wanted to see me?
- The Brigade staff want you back. - I'm not going back.
Don't fuck me about, Martin.
- I'm not. - There's a court of enquiry.
A man in your position can't just take themselves off without telling nobody.
Martin, listen.
I've been sent over here. I've bollocked about for days, feeling like an idiot.
- You're coming back with me. - I said no.
What's got into you?
We've had to cancel every operation in Belfast over you
and shift every arms dump that you knew about.
How the fuck can you say I'd be a security risk?
I'm not saying that, but what the fuck am I to think,
leaving like that without telling anybody?
Thanks for putting me in this predicament!
I'm sent over to London to bring back my best mate
or shoot him if he won't come.
I'm not going back.
Tell me. Why did you leave, pack everything in'?
Why did I pack everything in? Listen.
I don't wanna keep waking up every night hearing the screams of young children.
I lost something a long time ago, Malachy.
Everything, everything got very black like dried blood.
And something started to stink.
Every day it got worse. Sometimes so bad I couldn't get out of my bed.
I sat there in the dark like a wee scared boy, not being able to breathe or speak.
I saw myself lying on the street, dying, not wanting to die.
Maybe there's something wrong with me.
There always was something wrong with you. Are you only realising that now?
Marty, we all have to live with it.
I can't.
I have a decision to make.
Malachy.
- Hey, it's all right. - It's not all right.
Malachy... it's all right.
Don't be fucking stupid, man. Come back with me.
It's all right.
Don't do this.
Fuck you!
Fuck you, Martin!
You fucking bastard.
He's not coming, is he?
You should have shot the bastard!
You're taking a romantic view of him.
I'm only going by my instincts.
I think he's a very gentle, understanding man.
Anna, that man has lived by violence for years.
And what did you live by?
What were you doing all those months when no one knew where you were?
You said you enjoyed the army, the action.
But you became a priest. You gave it up.
- So has Martin Fallon, hasn't he? - I'm not so sure he has!
Don't you see how alike you two are?
What on earth's that?
Have you something to say?
We are fundamentally alone.
Nothing lasts.
There is no purpose to any of it.
That's a bit of a statement. Can you explain it to God?
No, Father.
Wrong way round. Can he explain it to me'?
Can he explain my lost faith and how I lost it?
Father...
I destroyed people.
For what?
For somebody's victory?
Two sides want total victory, Father, and I took one side.
In war, nobody wants to give or talk. I didn't.
I destroyed lives.
And now I realise that every time I pulled the trigger
I was only destroying myself.
Why should I believe you?
You don't have to.
- I don't think I do. - Why?
Why?
Because I saw you with my own eyes kill a man and that wasn't ten years ago.
- I fucking well had to. - No, you hadn't!
I did.
You're a hypocrite.
I am?
Whether you believe me or not, there's to be no more killing.
Not by me.
There's nothing worth killing or dying for.
And the real truth is, Father...
Father, there's nothing worth living for, either.
That's a terrible thing to say!
I want you to stay.
My uncle's at the hospital...
all night.
What's wrong, Anna?
Anna, what's wrong?
I just wish I could see you!
Anna...
Who's there?
♪ Three blind mice
♪ See how they run
♪ They all ran after the farmer's wife
♪ Who cut off their tails with a carving knife
♪ Did you ever see such a thing in your life...
♪ As three blind mice?
♪ Three blind mice ♪
Don't shut the door on me.
It's dark.
Blind man's bluff!
Where are you?
My little mouse.
Where are you?
It's Billy.
It's nicer with Billy.
Anna, it's all right, it's me.
Martin!
Anna. Anna, are you all right?
Anna, it's OK.
It's OK, Anna.
Did I kill him?
No, Anna. He ran away.
Listen...
get some rest now.
Get some rest.
What are you doing here?
What's happened to this door?
- It broke. - What do you mean, broke?
What's going on here, Fallon?
Keep your voice down, Father. Anna's had a bad night.
An intruder broke in to the house.
- Is she all right? - She's asleep.
Don't disturb her, Father.
Don't play games with her, Fallon.
I never played games, Father, even when I was a kid.
I know why you keep coming here.
And you know, too, don't you?
Martin...
I've been exactly where you are now.
You've made a choice. You've turned your back on the horror.
Who's going to forgive you, hmm?
Believe me, you cannot live without forgiveness.
Don't you ever give up, Father?
I'm trying to do my job. I'm trying to save your soul.
It's so easy. I know what you're feeling.
Come with me now. Ask God for forgiveness.
I swear you will be forgiven.
Martin?
Martin, please!
- Gaskin, Special Branch. - Miller.
Krasko.
Not your line.
Just a bunch of villains fallen out. Open and shut case.
The word is that one of the Irish lads did it. Needed money and papers.
- Martin Fallon. - Fallon?
- We've got Jack Meehan. - He's nothing.
Where would he hide someone like Fallon? Where?
The casino? Or one of those hotels of his?
Better. Those first. Anywhere else?
Why not do 'em all? Make a clean sweep?
All right.
- Siobhan? - Yeah.
This is your fuse. Just break off the top.
There.
And the jelly does the rest in ten minutes.
Are you sure this is the straight article?
- I don't want Forensics to be in doubt. - They won't.
Holdall, Dublin. Biscuit tin, Belfast.
Gelignite stolen from a site in County Tyrone. Fuses Russian.
What is it you're going to blow away? A football stadium?
That's my business.
Help yourself.
Jack Meehan just phoned.
- What did he want? - I've got to take you to your ship... now.
Do you wanna go or don't you?
Let us pray.
Lord, may your healing love turn us from sin
and keep us on the way that leads to you.
Shit!
- Through Christ our Lord. - Amen.
- The Lord be with you. - And also with you.
And also with you.
May Almighty God bless you. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
The Mass is ended. Go in peace.
Thanks be to God.
Anna! Anna, it's all right.
I'm here.
Good evening, Father.
Lovely service.
Are you coming'?
You go. Call me if everything's all right.
Sally. Sally, wake up.
What have you done to her?
You've drugged her!
Martin, it's OK. You can come up.
Martin, the passport's here.
Martin, where are you?
Martin.
Not a sound.
Take your clothes off.
- Where the hell is he? - Don't ask me!
You can come up.
Now your jockeys.
Jesus! What was that?
Where's Fred?
Don't turn around.
Drop 'em!
- Now your trousers. - Screw you, Fallon!
All right!
They made me, Martin. They took my daughter.
- Where's Mr Meehan, Rupert? - Sod off!
Hold on!
After the six o'clock Mass,
he's taking the priest and the girl up the tower and leaving them with a bomb.
Half an hour later, the law will hear of a road accident.
You, with the gun that killed Krasko and jelly from the same batch as the bomb.
- All right? - Now your jockeys.
- Fancy a swim, lads? - Hold on. I can't swim!
I can't swim either.
Ten.
Martin!
Get him up here!
Get him up!
Nine minutes.
Bonati?
Bonati!
Hurry up! Answer me! Six and a half minutes.
- Five and a half minutes. - Martin, it's a bomb.
Martin? Martin!
- No, I'm not going without you! - Anna, please!
Martin!
- Take her down, Father. - Martin, save yourself!
Five minutes.
Touch it and up it goes.
Crazy!
We'll both be killed!
I'll see you in hell, Jack.
Your brother's card, just as you showed me.
The gas, the grinder and the ashes.
Billy?
Billy!
Billy.
Billy!
Billy.
Martin!
- Please... - Stay there. Just stay there.
Martin?
Don't you ever give up, Father?
Not when there's someone worth saving.
Is Anna... Anna...
She's safe.
She's safe, Martin. She's safe.
Am I dying, Father?
Yes, Martin.
I want you to say an act of contrition.
Come on, Martin.
I want you to repeat after me the act of contrition.
Oh, my God...
Martin, please! Please.
He won't understand.
Yes! Yes, yes, he will.
He understands us all. Everything.
He's there, waiting. Asking.
- He won't understand, Father. - He will, I promise you, he will.
Father...
Please...
God...
forgive me.
Go, Christian soul, from this world,
in the name of God, the Father Almighty who created thee.
- In the name of... - Martin?
Martin?
He's dead, isn't he?