Tiger Raid

Next thing you'll tell me is you don't recognise the Irish parliament.

Do I fuck recognise the Irish parliament? Or Stormont the shithole.

- What about the Principle of Consent? - Fuck the Principle of Consent.

It's what the Good Friday Agreement is based on.

Yeah, good Friday fuck-up, you mean.

It was based on a sell-out. Plain and simple.

Fuck simple.

It wasn't you up there getting shot or doing the shooting.

My grandfather did the shooting. Your grandfather did the shooting. For what?

But, fuck, didn't we get a republic? Didn't we get a free state?

- What about the North? - What about the North?

Listen, how can you say "What about the North?" for fuck's sake?

- What time are we supposed to be there? - Oh, 6:30. What time is it now?

- About 3:20. - Not too bad.

I'm going to scare the shite out of her too.

Oh, yeah? And why would you do that?

Because we have to use a bit of intimidation, like.

No, we don't.

We just tie her up, make her father rob the cash, and then we're off.

Hang on a second. Hang on, hang on. Are you lost?

'Cause it sounds to me like you're looking for

some fuckin' cartoon lifestyle where we don't hurt people on jobs. Am I right?

No, you're not fuckin' right.

All I'm saying is, if I'd had my rifle back home,

I'd have shot every Prod I could see.

Would you fuck!

Most Prods are sound anyways.

I'd ride a Prod and I'd fuckin' drink with a Prod.

Sound? I wouldn't let Dave hear you saying that.

- Oh, yeah? Why not? - Because he was a volunteer.

Fuck off.

The boss, Dave?

I never knew that.

There's a lot of things you don't know about Dave.

I do know he does jobs like this.

And where do you think he learned all that, huh? Tactics? Planning? Flair?

- The North. - In the fuckin' North.

So when Dave asks you about the Principle of Consent,

keep your "John Lennon, free love, save the

world and the Prods" shit to yourself.

- Did you ever serve in them? - Who?

- The RA. - The RA? They're fuckin' amateurs.

Fucking haji checkpoint.

I'm fuckin' Superman!

- How much do you think we'll make? - About 50 grand.

50 grand! I heard this fella is worth millions.

- It's overheads. - Overheads?

- Yeah. - Fucking rip-off.

- Yeah, well, tell that to the boss. - Ah, fuck the boss.

Tell him that too! Listen to me now, right?

50 grand's not bad for a morning's work. Beats the fuckin' dole.

Normally, you see, I'm working with Ruby, but he's not around

since he joined the disappeared, so now Dave says, work with Paddy.

I've got to work with you instead.

You know, I told Dave I should have my own crew.

You know, it's about time he fuckin' gave it to me.

Your own crew?

Who the fuck are you to ask for your own crew?

Listen, I can't do this low-pay donkey fuckin' work forever, you know?

- Like me, is it? - Well, you like what you're doing.

I'm cursed with ambition.

Maybe he's building you up for something.

Yeah, well, there's simpler ways to make money than this.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

What about the drugs?

- He taxes the traffickers. - But why not run the routes?

Why don't you ask all the fuckheads out in Abu Ghraib?

Fucking smuggling the oil. He never got into that.

With the new orders, everyone's got to be the Dalai fuckin' Lama.

Alright? Can't put a fuckin' fiver in the bank

without some cunt asking you where you got it.

So he taxes the drivers instead, or he does jobs like this.

- Fucking smart. Less risk. - What risk?

Joe, man, we'd be making ten times more cash this time next year.

It sounds like you're trying to say that you're smarter than Dave.

No, hang on, I just don't want to be playing toy soldiers

'cause he's too fuckin' scared of a hassle. The end is coming.

Do you know what I mean? Time to get paid!

You wanna get paid? Put your time in first.

- Oh, yeah, like you? - Yeah.

Seriously, Joe, man, if I were you, I think I'd fuckin' kill myself.

What?

Why are you so loyal to Dave?

Just because he got here first and says, "I'm the boss"?

No one's my fuckin' boss. Alright?

Me and Dave are like partners.

He provides the know-how, I provide the technique.

And easy with the "fuck Dave" talk.

Has he tested you yet?

Dave.

What? Asked me to prove myself?

- Of course. - Did you find it difficult?

No.

So it never cost you anything personally to be loyal to Dave?

No.

Well, then he hasn't tested you.

And you can't do shit until he does.

Hey, what about you?

Yeah. And that's my fuckin' business.

I think I have a lot of contemporary ideas to offer.

Contemporary ideas.

The things we deal in go all the way back to the Stone Age.

You know, my young fella's like you. Always trying to change things.

He's a fuckin' waste of time.

- You have a young fella? - Yeah.

And a daughter.

Why are you so surprised?

That a woman would fuck me, or she would have my kids?

- Both. - Yeah, fuck you.

You must have been young when you had them.

Yeah, too young.

You're not much older than he is now.

Did you bring anything to drink?

Yeah.

Whiskey?

Dave gave it to me, told me to bring it.

Yeah.

I was thinking more along the lines of Coke or Fanta, not whiskey.

Why?

I don't drink.

What are you, an alkie or something?

Recovering.

- Well, give me a hug, then. - What?

Congratulations.

Joe, I am proud of you.

Get the fuck away.

What? What?

How did you quit?

Last time I checked, this wasn't an AA session.

Suit yourself.

"12 steps" this and "how do you feel about that?"

I threw the doctor down the stairs and he hit his head off every one of them.

So it was tough to give up, was it?

It's like you're a vampire, and you're not allowed to drink blood anymore.

Have a whiskey if you want one.

- It wouldn't feel right. - It would be grand.

- Fuck it, go on. - You sure?

HIV positive.

You know, I had an uncle who was an alkie too.

Every Irishman has an uncle that was an alkie.

Two-Four. Send. Over.

Two-Four. Negative. Call sign Two-Two cannot hear me. Over.

Two-Four. Roger, I have it in the trunk. Over.

Two-Four. Confirm target. Two-Two.

Shit.

Two-Four. Do you want me to shoot him now?

As in "November Oscar Whiskey" fuckin' now? Over.

Two-Four. Don't you think that's a bit fuckin' excessive?

Two-Four. Why not the obvious?

I've got my sights on him. Over.

Two-Four. That's horseshit. It's a messy fuckin' statement. Over.

Two-Four. Fucking whatever. I'll do him after the business. I'm just saying.

Two-Four. Roger. Out.

So...

Who's the most fucked-up person you ever killed?

What do you mean?

I mean, like a real person. Not just part of a job or whatever.

Why do you want to know?

Are you working for the Company?

No.

I'll ask you again, are you a Company man?

I'll say it again. No.

All these fuckin' questions, huh?

Fucking asking who I killed.

It's just a question, Joe.

Yeah.

Wahey!

Oh, Christ, you're a dose.

So, how many people have you killed?

- I don't keep count. - Oh, you're a fuckin' liar.

Everyone keeps count. It's like the women you've fucked.

Everyone knows how many, roughly.

What's this about you being in the hills?

How the fuck do you know I was in the hills?

- What the fuck were you doing there? - Training.

Well, why did you come back? You're obviously still an amateur.

Fuck you.

Dave needed me in the city to take on more complex jobs like this.

Ah, there's nothing complex about this job, if you have the right training.

- Do they have whores in the hills? - I don't fuck whores.

- You don't do hookers? - No.

Everyone does hookers. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Maybe I just like a woman that belongs to me.

Someone pure.

Look, I respect that you don't do hookers.

It takes a guy with balls to admit that. I wouldn't have admitted it.

Right now I'm just fuckin' with you. I'm seeing what your temper's like.

I just need to know that you can handle volatile situations.

I've been in volatile situations, Joe. This is not a volatile situation.

You know, Dave only sends people to the hills to hide out.

Yeah, so I was hiding out. That's all there was to it.

That's some serious fuckin' hiding out.

Yeah, well, I was with this young one.

Her father didn't like it, so he tried to get me sent down.

- He set you up? - Yeah.

Whoa!

He comes in one night, right, with the local guard.

They drag her away.

Then he just stands there. Fucking watching.

They fucking, I tell you man, they