So, you found us, Liam? And your country's birthday as well?
We sure had good time, didn't we, Liam?
Yeah, we did, and you're not fun anymore. (frisks Gaerity) Do you have any weapons, Ryan?
No, no, just this. (reveals a remote control) Look. Now you're gonna blow my brains or shoot my finger off? What do you think it's the safest course of action, Liam? Think it over.
Why don't you do it? I'm tired of war. Go ahead, take us both.
No, no, it's not for us. It's for your lovely wife. It could be her farewell performance. Now you would be back away from me that goddamn pistol.
You're chickenshit, Ryan.
There she is sawing away on her fiddle for 500,000 beautiful Americans celebrating revolution. I'll bet little Lizzy is there as well. She's waiting for the fireworks, Liam.
Ryan, don't give me your political bullshit. You're doing all this out of revenge.
She's waiting for the rocket's red glare...
That's 25 years ago!
And the bombs doing you know what!
(Gaerity tosses the remote trigger and Jimmy catches it)
Mind your feet there, Liam. Betty's a very particular bomb. I hate guns. You fell for it. That wasn't the real trigger, this is.
