Veronica Guerin Page #2

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

TDs, Gards, close their eyes,|call it a family problem.

But for some families|these kids are dead already.

So we formed Concerned Parents|Against Drugs, made it our problem.

I'd appreciate it if you'd write about us.

- How often do you march?|- Once a week.

- It's quite a commitment.|- It's quite a problem.

Hey. Do you remember me?

- Were those Cahill's lads in the van?|- What van?

She can help, Timmy.

You know, Martin Cahill. The General.

You know him?

What's your cut?

- I'd better go. I can't be seen with yous.|- Let us help you, Timmy.

I can find you a good place|to stay tonight. Tomorrow...

Do yous wanna have sex with me?

I'm not expensive.

- The bill, please.|- He nicked your wallet.

- What do we want?|- Pushers out!

- When do we want them?|- Now!

- What do we want?|- Pushers out!

- When do you want them?|- Now!

Are these marches always this small?

Hopefully, with your help,|the word'll get out to more people.

Yeah, hopefully.

I'll make sure it does.

- Get out, Mullen!|- You bastard, Tommy Mullen!

- What do we want?|- Pushers out!

- When do we want them?|- Now!

- What do we want?|- Pushers out!

- When do we want them?|- Now!

- Pusher, pusher, pusher!|- Out, out, out!

Look who's got hisself a new girlfriend.

- We'll see you there, then, John.|- Yeah, go on ahead.

- What the hell do you want?|- Is that any way to talk to a lady?

Ladies don't go calling|on gentleman unannounced.

So we're a gentleman now, are we?

Where's your manners?|You didn't introduce me to your friends.

- If that's what you're after.|- You closing up early?

One of the benefits of being self-employed.

You're amazing, John.|No, really, you're a model of... profitability.

How to succeed in business|without any customers.

- I do well enough.|- Yeah, well...

There must be a few bob|in those brothels there on Rathgar Road.

What they worth now, John?

- You're a dangerous little b*tch.|- Ah, well. Do my best. Buy us a drink?

It's the benefit of being self-employed,|John. You are your own boss, aren't you?

You're way off the mark. Martin Cahill|isn't into the drugs. Neither am l.

You sure?

We're just ordinary, decent criminals.

If you're not going to take my word for it,|why don't you ask Martin?

- He's very fond of the ladies.|- Yeah, exactly. So set it up for me.

Why are you chasing the drugs?|You should be after the pubs.

- They do more damage than the drugs.|- Yeah, right.

Yeah?

No. I tried that. It was a dead end.

Call you back? Grand.

So how many guys|are you working for stories at once?

A less generous person|might say you were ungrateful

for what I gave you already.

Stealing old paintings, kidnapping bankers'|families. You're above that now, are you?

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