Fifty Dead Men Walking Page #3

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thank God for the lRA.

F***ing bastard!

Frankie! That's my brother!

That's my wee brother!

Frankie!

Funny coincidence running

into you, huh?

Frankie! Frankie...

That's for getting involved

in something that doesn't concern you.

I'm assuming you have no plans

for this evening...

because there's somebody

who wants to meet you.

F***ing bastards!

Fred, Fred?

Do you know that kid, Martin McGartland?

Well, I've taken a special interest.

Goddamn it. That's been less

than 10 minutes.

Who told you about the meeting

going down with Mickey Johnson?

Just lose the file.

-And not a word to anyone, right?

-Yeah, right.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry about the drama.

You've got to be careful.

Would you get us some ice and

a tea towel there, love?

I hear the Brits took your ma's

house apart.

No warrant, no cause, picked you up

for questioning.

Dogs have more rights.

Here. Thanks, love. Away and make

yourself a wee cup of tea there.

I can see you don't partake

in loose talk...

or I'd be behind bars now.

Seems to me like we're

on the same side.

You're a go-getter.

I've been asking around.

A kid like you deserves

to work at something, build a future.

Do you know why you can't get a job?

Because it makes you easier to beat.

The Brits underestimate us.

This war is being fought in our

own footpaths, in our gardens...

in our living rooms.

Makes for a special kind of man who's

defending his home and his community.

I am thinking...

maybe you'd want to be part of something

that's bigger than your skinny wee arse.

It's bigger than mine.

It's as big as a country.

Well, do you want the job?

Okay.

Paddy's nothing but a wheeler-dealer.

That's a sure way of getting

your legs broken.

A fence is just a tout in training,

so you're finished with him.

Okay?

You got a car?

Aye, I do.

Mickey Johnson ran a taxi

company.

He was also high up in the IRA, and

drivers were a perfect way to recruit.

I knew Martin would be pissed off by

the IRA for taking out Frankie's knees.

Maybe he'd see Mickey's job

as an opportunity to get a car...

and to help us.

That was my hook.

In my world, timing is everything

and occasionally, we get lucky.

I've been asking around for you.

I'm glad you're okay.

I'm fine, no problem.

Come here, Frankie, I'll get you in.

You okay?

Are you okay, man?

Look at me, Frankie.

I'm sorry, mate, you know?

I wish I could have helped you, man.

There was nothing I could have done.

Okay?

Frankie's got an appointment

at the Royal.

Bloody taxis. We're very late.

I'm sure we've completely missed

his doctor...

and next week he goes

on Tuesday and Thursday.

Maybe I can give you a lift, like.

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