분야
hwpFor 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, dont 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.
Were all in this together and
we all have to do something.
"The Republican ClubsThanks.
"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 nights 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 Ive got the place
# Youve got the figure
Youve got the face
# Lets get together the two of us
Over a glass of champagne
# Ive got the music
# Ive got the night
# Youve got the figure
Put out the light
# Lets get together the two of us
Over a glass of champagne
# Ive been waiting
# Much too long
# For this moment to come along
Oh yeah
# Oh yeah
# Oh yeah. #
Come on, come on, come on.
Fuck!
Come on, Mum!
Get down!
Wait...
Oi! Fuck! Run!
All right there, kid? Hi, Jim.
All right?
Heya, Da.
- Hi, Jim. Are you ready for your tea?
- Thanks, Ma.
Go and take a seat and
Ill 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! TheyllI know!
- Im doing it!
Theyve left us some buns.
Weve four fucking buns!
- What sort of buns? What colour?
- Iced. Pink.
Pink! How did they know?
- Ah, fucking hell.
- Eh?
Fucking hell!
- All right, Stuart? Ill be right with you.
- All right.
All right there, Mr Little, Mrs Little?
- Hello, Stuart.
- Hello.
TV: "He is still alive, isnt he?"
I like this fella here.
Aye, hes not bad.
All right. Ill see you later.
- No drinking now.
- No, Mum. They dont serve drinks at the hop.
Sure, hes a lemonade boy, Mrs
Little, you dont need to worry.
You have a nice evening.
- Did Sammy visit?
- Aye, its all in the bag.
- So whats the craic?
- Ill tell you in the car.
39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44...
- 45, 46, 47, 48...
- Go into the house.
- Yes, Ma. Yes, Ma.
- Now!
50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55,
57, 58...
- See you later, kiddo
-...60,61, ...62,
63, 64, 65, 66...
- All right, lads.
- Where did you get that from. The Windsor ?
-Does it run OK?
- Aye, its OK.
Craigs barn.
OK, Stuart, open the bag.
Hes wanting us to dig his gardens.
Right, this is whats going down.
- You know Colin who works at Castles Yard...
- Aye, the stonemasons?
The Provies told him that if he
didnt leave, hed be stiffed,
so I sent the message back, "If you dont
leave, its one of youse wholl be stiffed."
They havent withdrawn the threat.
So this is our first kill, boys.
I told Sammy that I wanted to do it.
He said hed check and see if there
was anything else going down tonight.
He came back to me and
said it was good to go.
- "The hits yours," he said. He told me
I could pick up the piece.
- Where from?
- You dont ask that.
- Lets see it, Alistair.
- What is it?
- Its 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, its not going
to leave me there fucking clicking,
- you know, standing there
with a dick in my hand.
- Aye. How many rounds did you get?
Enough.
He must be reckoning were
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.
Im telling you, it was a good feeling.
Well be walking into that
bar ten foot tall now, eh?
I cant 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.
Fucking hell, man! Its
like fucking James Bond, eh?
Powerful, isnt 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. Thats right.
Albert Street, arent they?
Hes leaving the yard anyway,
isnt he? Setting out on his own?
- Griffin, is he?
- Thats what Im hearing.
- Oh, you mean start his own business?
- Aye, thats what Im hearing.
Hang on, cant be here in Lurgan.
Surely now, not two masons
yards in the one town?
Theyre going to be up
and running by Christmas.
- Thats what Im hearing.
- Well, hes still in Castles now.
- So thats bad luck on him then.
- I know his mother.
Shes our dinner lady
at the apprenticeship
