The General

Martin!

Tango One is down!

They got the General!

Don't you touch him!

Where were you this morning when he needed you?

They killed him.

That's my da! You did this!

Is he dead, is he?

Get off!

Unknown assailant.

Congratulations, sir. They got the General.

This is no victory for us.

- Inspector Kenny... - Stand back.

The IRA are claiming responsibility. Have you any comment?

There's nothing to say at this time.

Can you give us any information about the circumstances of the death, sir?

Inspector, the press want to know why was there no Garda in presence.

They're trying to suggest we were in collusion with the IRA.

Hey, stop there!

- Run! - They're after us.

- Run! - They're after us.

- Hey, stop there! - Come back here!

Oh, no!

- Martin, wait! - Faster!

Jesus, look at the size of that bleedin' dog!

Pick on someone your own size!

They're only bleedin kids! Get out, you scumbag!

Where did you get those?

Jesus, you're shamin' me, Martin.

- I'll bring 'em back then, will I? - Jesus, Martin.

Yeah, that's my boy.

Ma, look.

It's fresh, Frances. I only nicked it half an hour ago.

You'll get caught one day, Martin.

Not me.

Got ya now, Cahill!

- Why did you bring Frances? - She wanted to see you, Martin.

- She is your girlfriend. - She's not!

You said you'd never get caught.

I promise you, I never will again.

They're evicting us. All of us.

Got six months to get out.

No. They can't do that, Frances. We won't leave Hollyfield.

- No way do we go. - They've got us a flat in Kevin Street.

Kevin Street? That's a deliberate insult to a criminal.

Them flats is right opposite the cop shop.

They're nice flats, though.

What's nice? Neighbors that'll cover for you. That's nice.

Look, Frances, we're the dregs. We're the lowest of the low.

That's why we stick together. That's why we belong in Hollyfield.

It's us against them.

Yeah. Four kids in one little room.

Yeah, but happy. Aren't our kids happy?

weren't we happy there as kids?

weren't we?

No. I won't go.

I'll drag them through the courts.

As your lawyer, Martin, I have to advise you against it.

It will be expensive, and you'll lose in the end.

I don't care what it costs. I pay you, don't I?

And I know you charge me twice what you ask civilians.

Yeah, you rob me without breakin into me house.

You break in through the freakin letter box.

Come on, you lot.

- What's your name? - Martin Cahill.

Get in there. I haven't got all day. Go on.

Okay, you're free to go.

Keep your hands off me!

Come here.

- How are you, Tina? - How are you?

Don't worry, Orla. Your da's here. We're goin nowhere. Don't worry.

- They better not touch our stuff. - They haven't.

The children will be better off. Lovely park, schools, everything.

Hey, Kenny, you fat slob!

I see you! Get him!

Kenny, you're behind this! We'll deal with you!

You're a big man now with your men behind you.

- I'll have you anytime, Noel Curley! - Get off!

You dirt bag.

Martin, you mad devil, ya.

Don't lose the rag, Martin. Don't give him the satisfaction.

Oh, they let you out, did they?

Nice to get out of this sewage and filth.

Young man, here's a 20p.

Get away from my kids.

Come here.

You're a clever fellow.

You're not like these thugs. You're clever, and there's a responsibility.

You don't want your children to grow up with your troubles.

You can get out of this cesspit, get a job...

leave this behind.

Think I could get a job in the police?

Throwin women and children out on the street.

Throwin people out of their homes. I'd love that.

Wreckin the family kip. And you better not touch any of my stuff.

And you're not gettin' me out of here, neither. My appeal is pending.

Come on, Frances. Let's go home.

The law's on my side.

You happy in the gutter?

Stay there, then. Stay in the gutter.

Martin, you can't stay here. Please!

Look, I'm beggin' you, on me hands and knees.

I can't, Frances. I got me principles.

Principles! You're lovin' it.

Selfish thing, you.

Me sister's too good for you. Get lost!

What can I do for you gents?

On the failure of your appeal, I have to inform you, Mr. Cahill...

unless you vacate this site within 48 hours...

you will be forcibly removed.

Well, let me inform you that I'm havin' you lot...

before the European Court of Human Rights.

You dumped us here when it suited you.

Now you want to sling us out when you feel like it.

I know the hardship suffered in this parish.

Push off, the lot of you. You are all oppressors of the poor.

Civil freakin' servants. Garda freakin' Sichona.

Who are these Parish priests? Get out of me house.

Why do you always come in the mornings? Don't you know I'm a night worker?

I'm the chairman of the Housing Committee.

I've come myself to ask you to back down quietly...

so we can start building much needed houses on this site.

Well, I won't go to Kevin Street. I told you that already.

I'll tell you what. Give us a flat in Rathmines...

and I'll fold me tent.

Well, wouldn't you sooner live closer to your own kind?

No, I'd sooner live closer to me work.

All the big houses.

I'm only jokin'.

- Where's my football? - Why can't I ask Da for a new bike?

Because you can't. You want a new one every week.

- The one you have is fine. - No, there's two holes in it.

Unless you did it, there isn't any. I looked at it the other day.

- There is. - I told you not to leave it out.

- Do you want some tea? - No, I'll eat out.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. See ya.

Anybody want anything?

Well, you know Orla's mad for a train set.

- Train set. - Put it away.

Was that you, Orla?

If you spent less time nagging about your schoolbag...

you might get some of this food in you.

It's your own fault. You're supposed to put it away every time.

Two holes! There is not, unless you left it somewhere.

Just use the one you have until...

Just use the one you have until...

Look, if I buy a house, the tax people will get me.

And welfare will stop me dole money.

You could put it in Tina's name.

We could go there with the kids, and she can stay here.

She needs her own place.

- Is that what you want, Tina? - It'll be the same, won't it?

You'll come over here when you want to get away from the kids...

and I'll help Frances there.

And you can have your own pigeon loft, like you always wanted.

How much do they want?

Eighty grand.

It's a beautiful house, though.

I'll go around me hidin' place tomorrow and see what I can scrape up.

Oh, Martin, thanks a million.

You're great.

There's only one thing.

- What? - They won't take cash.

Jesus. What's wrong with this country?

Do they not trust paper money anymore?

Everything's fake today.

Look at this.

Gold record?

- Hello. How are you? - Can I get a banker's draft here?

Yes, indeed. How much would you like it for?

Eighty grand.

- Eighty thousand? - Yeah.

Good day at the races.

- Now, there you go. - Is that it?

Yes, it is.

Thank you. Good-bye.

It's terrible how they make you wait for your own money, isn't it?

I'd like to see Sergeant Kenny.

- Inspector. - Oh, promotion.

- Name? - Martin Cahill.

Excuse me, missus.

How's it goin', love? We'd like to make a withdrawal.

That looks about 80 grand.

What do you want, Martin? Come to confess a few crimes?

Just want to welcome you back to the neighborhood, Inspector.

It's nice and peaceful now, isn't it?

You know why they sent me here, don't you?

- Not because of me, I hope. - Yes, because of you.

Because they think I know your wiles and your ways.

And I do.

It can only end one way, Martin, if you keep on like this.

I know.

- Move! Out of the way! - Oh, my God!

I'm a poor fellow. I haven't much.

Debts up to here. But I can sleep at night.

I've seen you outside me flat there a few times.

No, you should drop in the next time you're passin'.

Have a little jar.

Bank robbery, across the street!

- Come on! The Celtic Bank! - Come on! Hurry up!