The Young Americans Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 103 min
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It's all right.
He's with us.
Anybody call an ambulance?
Anybody call an ambulance?
It'd be quicker to take him ourselves.
Barts is just five minutes away.
Hold on.
Let's go.
- Mr. Harris...
- Open the door!
- Mr. Harris?
- What? Let him bleed to death?
Watch your head.
Bollocks.
- What's your name?
- Christian O'Neill.
Okay, Christian.
- Keep your hand on the wound.
It'll stop... - Yeah, I know.
What happened?
You're Dermott's boy, aren't you?
Whatever. You'll be spending
the night in jail.
Just a minute.
- Who is it?
- Carnegie.
Don't tell me we woke
you up, detective?
- What time is it?
- It's okay, we're early.
Ohhh! Must be jet-lagged
or something.
to be on your own today.
You know, take a look around.
Do some shopping.
- Shopping?
- It's up to you, sir.
We have to speak
to Jack Doyle again.
He's the guy that owns
the nightclub, right?
Yeah. Just a few loose
ends to tie up.
I'd like to go along. Frank Pierce
was killed just around the corner.
- I'd like to check out
the murder scene. - Fine.
Sorry to rush you like this.
Well, you're early.
Computer wizard, are you, sir?
I don't understand
them personally.
- I leave all that stuff to my
six-year-old. - You have a son?
- Lewis here has four
daughters. - Really?
- You a family man?
- Mmm.
- My daughter's 12 now.
- My son's 5.
- Beautiful boy.
- Thank you.
Oh, beautiful!
I bet they love it out
there in California.
They live with their mother
in New York.
- Is this where it happened?
- Yeah, it's, uh...
That's it. Just up there
beyond the bridge.
See you later.
- Jack?
- Upstairs.
Bit early for that?
I hear you're getting
married again, Dermott?
It's none of your
f***ing business.
- I bumped into your
boy last night. - Where?
None of your f***ing business.
- Busy, Jack?
- Business meeting.
- Anyone I know?
- I doubt it.
I hear you've, uh,
been busy down there?
Just work, Jack.
Just work.
Good boy, Jack.
Come on, let's go.
Here, let me do the driving.
Huh! Give me the keys,
will you?
Come on.
- Do you think he's
onto something? - Nah.
I'll bet he earns a packet.
More than us, that's for sure.
Thank god for our friends
in lowly pl...
Oh, no.
Hey!
My god!
Are you okay?
They're not here, and
- Can I get an artist's
impression? - You'll get it.
I have to talk to the press.
What are you gonna tell them?
I'll tell them that Carnegie and Carver
were two of the best men I had.
- Is that what you really think?
- They were good policemen.
You're two faggots!
You're ugly!
Let him go!
Calm down.
Cool. Cool.
- What did they say?
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