The Devil's Own Page #2

- I'm on him.

God damn it! Come here.

Let me see your hands.

He's my collar.

Don't run away from the police.

You'll get yourself shot that way.

What have you got?

He robbed this.

I saw him put it in his pocket.

- You witnessed it?

- Yeah.

- How old are you, son?

- 15, sir.

Stand him up.

That's old enough to know

not to run away from the police.

What's your story?

I was too embarrassed to bring

the condoms to the cash register.

Turn him around.

Stand still.

Turn around. Give me your hand.

- I'll never do this again.

- Take a hike.

Why don't you cuff the rookie?

Here it is.

The Irish Republican Navy.

What do you think?

The pitch is off.

It'll give us a half a knot.

For f***'s sake!

It's pissing antifreeze.

- I knew it.

- Pull it.

We've got the prop work,

the caulking and the pipes,

the transducer, the bilge pump,

and timing the engine out.

A dozen 55-gallon drums of fuel.

Why don't we Fed-Ex the gear home?

The two of us crossing the Atlantic

with a hold full of missiles...

- It's crazy.

- Aye, it's f***ing mad.

When I get my pension,

you know what I'm gonna do?

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna raise pot-bellied pigs.

I saw it on TV.

This guy was making a fortune.

Pigs?

Hi, girls.

- Last week it was a bakery.

- I could never get up that early.

We have a 1052

at 42 West 135th Street.

Female called to say

her husband's getting violent.

Police.

Police, open up.

Police, open the door.

- Hi, has Mummy called the police?

- Yes.

Mummy...

- You whore, come here!

- Put that gun down, man.

- No!

- Let's talk to her.

No!

- I'm going to talk to her.

- Let's talk about it.

Take it easy.

F***ing guns, man.

- The john's downstairs.

- I'm collecting for Irish Relief.

Eddie.

Irish Relief?

- Billy Burke.

- Rory Devaney. Martin sent me.

He's a good man.

- How do you like America?

- Fine, the land of opportunity.

14 years old, I was sleeping

in the back of a saloon.

- Today I've got three of my own.

- You've done well.

I've done well with you lads too.

Drink?

Sit down.

- When can we take possession?

- These ain't egg rolls.

Stingers jacked the Russians

out of Afghanistan. It'll take time.

- How much time?

- 6-8 weeks.

- Can I put you up?

- I'm sorted out. Thanks.

- Where are you staying?

- Across the river.

- Where? Brooklyn?

- Something like that.

- How do I get in touch with you?

- Ask for Sean.

This is a Manhattan number.

- About the money...

- Get the gear, it's no problem.

Cheers.

Rory...

Are you Belfast boys

all born such hard-ons?

Are you asleep, honey.

- You faker.

- I'm not tired.

I'll give you a mummy tuck.

Where's ducky?

He's a sleepy ducky.

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