Blue Valentine

'It's almost impossible to get thrown out of the Guards.

Unless you become a public disgrace, they'll tolerate most anything.'

Suit yourself.

Hey, it's a Government Merc. Is that so?

Leave it, Jack.

Jack!

Jack, it's the Minister.

Jesus, Jack. Back off!

- Where's the fire? - Get out.

Have you any idea who you are talking to?

Yeah, you're the gobshite that screwed the nurses.

Brazen pup! I'll have your job. You know what's going to happen now?

Yeah. I know exactly what's gonna happen now.

'The only thing I was ever good at in my life was finding things.

Now as an ex-cop, I had to use this skill to make a living.'

Jack, hey, what are you doing?

Payola. I found your burglar.

But that was last month and you said...

Call it a finder's fee. I don't come cheap.

Sarge, I thought you were... Gone?

Yep.

The Super had me write a letter.

He wants that coat back. Does he now?

Too bad.

Once a guard, always a guard.

'To be a finder requires patience and pig-stubbornness.

The latter is my strongest point.'

Ah, Jack, I know your father, Paddy.

Paddy Taylor.

A man of subtlety and taste.

- Is he not? - He had his moments.

One deduces from the use of the past tense that he's no longer with us.

Or worse, in England.

Dead. He's dead.

I am indebted to you, young Taylor.

It has been many the mile

since I was offered a fellow pilgrim's hanky.

A touch of biddy perhaps? No, no.

No, you keep it.

There's no need to get notions, just because you're famous.

Jack, for The Times.

Thank you.

Sutton.

'My old drinking buddy back in town.

High jinx coming, no doubt.'

Jack! Jack Taylor.

Amigo.

Sutton, you bollocks. Stealing my image, you bad bastard.

Steal my soul, why don't you? Some of us have to make a living.

I'm an artist.

Piss artist, more like! Yeah! Shall we?

They're coming to take you away, ha ha.

Down here, fellas.

Sorry. Official personnel only.

This way, lads. Face it, Jack, they don't want you any more.

That's the same spot, isn't it? Yeah.

Right here, the last girl was found.

Shocking what the kids are getting up to.

It's the drugs.

Come on, clear the way now.

So what is it with Galway, something in the water?

That's four girls in the river in as many months.

No doubt Clancy's on the case.

Move these people back. Everybody, back, please. Everybody, back.

Come on, nothing to see here.

'They say that Galway is the graveyard of ambition

but these girls hadn't lived long enough to realise they had any.'

Do you miss it, Jack?

What? The guards. I dunno.

Do you miss the paratroopers? I miss the killing.

As an entrepreneur and a collector,

let me stress that we should not forget the symbiotic relationship

between the business community and the art world.

Creativity needs feeding.

Business needs inspiration.

I declare this superb exhibition open.

Hooray!

Cheers.

Kind people of Galway, thank you for your support

and more particularly for purchasing some of my work!

You may have noticed that one of the paintings,

the one in the window there, is not for sale.

I could never sell that painting

because it's of my very precious friend - Jack Taylor.

I'd also like to thank my good friend and patron

for his great taste in promoting my work...

our local tycoon, Trevor Lanpert.

Lanpert? Why are you dipping your toes in his dirty water?

Come on, I'm an impoverished artist.

Michelangelo had the Pope and I've got him.

So you're painting his ceiling too, huh?

Impoverished?

Yeah. Poverty's relative.

Please would you sign? I most certainly will.

Tell me you're gonna take your coat off for the dance.

Maybe. How would I dance otherwise?

Jesus, Jack. We're here to drink.

Let's go back to the pub, then. No, no. And miss the ambience?

Anyway, you're more predictable when you're drunk.

'Sutton, at his worst, is better than most people at their best.

And now, typical.

All over you intense and then gone into the night, sometimes for years.'

Argh!

Let go, you prick!

Get off me!

He wanted me to give him a blowjob for 20 Euro.

So not a killer.

Just a regular slime ball, then!

Sarge. You're Sergeant Taylor.

Yeah, and you're the new guard. Kate, isn't it?

You were on the way in when I was on the way out.

- I can't swim! - Neither can I!

- Shouldn't we er...? - No.

No, you're off duty.

Just ask them to rescue the drowning rat.

Get some help! I can't swim!

Hey. Garda Kate Noonan.

There's a man gone in the river. I need urgent assistance.

OK. OK, thanks.

They're on their way.

Sarge? Jack. It's Jack.

Look, I'm not chicken or anything...

..but would you mind walking me home?

Hey, come on.

Ah, thanks.

Where are you going?!

- Drink? - Yeah.

See, I volunteered for the night patrol.

Well, volunteered.

I did it off my own bat. Stubborn.

That's admirable in a guard.

Couldn't bear to see any more girls being pulled out of the river.

Suicide city, eh?

So tell me, what's going on here?

All the girls were drunk.

And the postmortems found drugs - speed, ecstasy, the usual stuff.

But the girls died from drowning.

Fatal attraction of water.

Four girls is quite a number.

Bit of a coincidence they all ended up at Nimmo's Pier, no?

You think it's some psycho?

I dunno.

What if they were suicides?

They must have been in hell to jump.

"Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must."

Dylan. Blood on the Tracks. 1974.

Hey, you're good.

Fame at last.

Look.

"Once a Guard".

Infamous, more like.

Terrible about that poor girl.

Have they identified her yet?

Don't ask me, I was once a guard, remember?

Don't get lippy with me.

Come on, Jack, everyone's talking about it. You can tell me.

Tell a woman. Isn't that it, Mrs Bailey?

'Old School of Galway charm...

my landlady its best example.

Took me in when I'd nowhere to go.

She and Sean, the only ones to make a man feel

he might still have a chance.'

Hey, Sean, how are you keeping?

Ah, Jack, a mhac.

I'm an ol' crock. You need a seaweed bath.

I need a miracle, son.

Will you ever retire?

Will you ever stop drinking?

What are they doing here?

This is my office. They have their own keys.

Hair of the dog? Jeez, I want the whole dog.

Have you seen this?

This arrived yesterday. Hand delivered.

What does it say?

"In pursuance of our recent communication"

and in regards to Item 8234...

regulation government-issue all-weather coat.

"We trust in the speedy return of said item."

Sensible shoes, but not overly so.

Pretty, well-manicured but not overly so.

Only one conclusion. Out of your zone, son.

- Do I know you? - I know you.

Not somebody else I need to apologise to?

- Jack Taylor. - Anne Hennessy.

I need someone to help me.

How did you find me?

- You're famous. - Yeah.

Come and have a seat.

I'm looking for my daughter... Sarah.

She said she was on her way to Galway

and at first she used to call me every few days.

And then the calls dried up.

Sounds like a teenager.

If you're worried, go to the guards, why don't you?

If you want help, go to the guards?

I was thinking of someone searching her out privately.

A private eye.

She's my only daughter.

I'm worried.

I just want to know that she's all right, you know?