Five Minutes of Heaven

For me to talk about the man

I have become, you need

to know about the man I was.

I was 14 when I joined

the Tartan Gangs

and I was 15 when I joined the UVF,

the Ulster Volunteer Force.

At that time, don't forget,

there were riots on the streets,

every week, petrol bombs every day

and that was just in our town.

When you got home and switched on the

TV, you could see it was happening

in every other town as well.

And it was like we were under siege.

Fathers and brothers of friends

were being killed in the streets.

And the feeling was,

we all have to do something.

We're all in this together

and we all have to do something.

'The Republican Clubs Thanks.

'And after the overnight shootings

in Belfast,

three men are still seriously ill.

'Also, as we talk to The Fianna

Fail Party about their changed

policy to Northern Ireland,

'The Republican Clubs Movement

has suspended meetings and warned

members to be on their guard

'after last night's

widespread attacks upon its members.

'Despite the many shootings

only one man was killed. In

another incident a 22-year-old...'

# I got the money I've got the place

# You've got the figure

You've got the face

# Let's get together the two of us

Over a glass of champagne

# I've got the music

# I've got the night

# You've got the figure

Put out the light

# Let's get together the two of us

Over a glass of champagne

# I've been waiting

# Much too long

# For this moment to come along

Oh yeah

# Oh yeah

# Oh yeah. #

Come on, come on, come on.

F***!

CHILD:
Come on, Mum!

Get down!

Wait...

Oi! F***! Run!

All right there, kid? Hi, Jim.

All right?

Heya, Dad.

Hi, Jim. Are you ready for your tea?

Thanks, Ma. Go and take a seat

and I'll bring it in to you.

Hey, Jim, Chrissie called for you.

He asked if you were going out laterI called him earlier.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven,

eight, nine, ten.

OK.

One, two, three!

Come on! I'm doing it! They'llI know!

THEY CHUCKLE:

They've left us some buns.

We've four f***ing buns!

What sort of buns? Iced.

What colour? Pink.

Pink! How did they know?

Ah, f***ing hell. Eh?

F***ing hell!

All right, Stuart?

All right. I'll be right with you.

All right there, Mr Little,

Mrs Little?

Hello, Stuart. Hello.

TV:
'He is still alive, isn't he?'

I like this fella here.

Aye, he's not bad.

All right. I'll see you later.

No drinking now. No, Mum.

They don't serve drinks at the hop.

Sure, he's a lemonade boy,

Mrs Little, you don't need to worry.

You have a nice evening.

Did Sammy visit?

Aye, it's all in the bag.

So what's the craic?I'll tell you in the car.

Yes, Ma. Now! Yes, Ma.

See you later, kiddo. ..60, 61...All right, Joe. ..62,

All right, lads. Where did youThe Windsor.Does it run OK? Aye, it's OK.

Craig's barn.

OK, Stuart, open the bag.

He's wanting us to dig his gardens.

Right, this is what's going down.

You know Colin who works at Castle's

Yard... Aye, the stonemasons?

The Provies told him that if he

didn't leave, he'd be stiffed,

so I sent the message back,

"If you don't leave,

it's one of youse who'll be stiffed."

They haven't withdrawn the threat.

So this is our first kill, boys.

I told Sammy that I wanted to do it.

He said he'd check and see if there

was anything else going down tonight.

He came back to me

and said it was good to go.

"The hit's yours," he said.

He told me I could pick up the piece.

Where from?

You don't ask that.

Let's see it, Alistair. Aye, goWhat is it?

It's a 38. Smith and Wesson.

Could you not get an automatic?

Nah, Stuart, this is better than

automatics, they jam all the time.

With this, you know, it's not going

to leave me there f***ing clicking,

you know, standing there

with a dick in my hand. Aye.How many rounds did you get?

Enough.

He must be reckoning we're good

then to be getting a hit.

Well, this is the one I asked for

so we better be. What did he say,

Sammy,

when he said the hit was ours?

He just looked us in the eyes like

he was, you know, he was proud of us.

I'm telling you, it was

a good feeling. We'll be walking into

that bar ten foot tall now, eh?

I can't wait for that.

We have to do it first, mind.

Can I hold it?

Give us a wee jig of it after you,

will you?

Hey, give us a look.

F***ing hell, man!

It's like f***ing James Bond, eh?

Powerful, isn't it? Mad, isn't it?

Who is it?

Griffin.

Griffin? He was warned to leave

the yard by the end of the week.

Hang on, Jim Griffin.

Aye. I know him. That's right.

Albert Street, aren't they?

He's leaving the yard anyway,

isn't he? Setting out on his own?

Griffin, is he?

That's what I'm hearing.

Oh, you meanAye,

that's what I'm hearing.

Hang on, can't be here in Lurgan.

Surely now, not two masons' yards

in the one town?

They're going to be up

and running by Christmas.

That's what I'm hearing. Well, he's

still in Castle's now. So that's bad

luck on him then. I know his mother.

She's our dinner lady

at the apprenticeship.

Aye, I know the woman you mean.

I don't know her, like,

but I know who you mean.

Sure her sister Catherine

works in the bread shop.

So is that her son we're doing?It's not Albert Street.

They used to be, I'm sure of it.It's Hill Street.

It's 37 Hill Street.

Go on in now, son. And doYes, Da.

..72, 73, 74, 75,

When we've done it, we burn the car,

we burn the gear,

we call Sammy and we go to the hop.

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