:16:11
Good evening, lads.
:16:13
Hands in the air.
:16:14
-Drop your weapons!
-Now!
:16:20
We'll relieve you of your responsibilities.
:16:27
Grab that bag, one of youse.
:16:32
Jesus, lads, it's Christmas.
:16:39
You'll be organized in flying columns.
:16:42
Fight on your own terms.
What's your name?
:16:44
-Whose terms, Pat?
-Ours.
:16:46
I want each of those to capture ten more.
:16:49
And I want you to account for every bullet,
understand?
:16:52
Stand up!
:16:55
-You understand?
-Yes, sir!
:16:57
I'll make a fucking army out of you
if it's the last thing I do.
:17:10
-Am I late, Joe?
-Not yet.
:17:12
Can't keep the gob-shites waiting.
:17:24
Harry, I want something-
:17:26
Hold on, hold on. Behind you.
:17:30
Jesus wept.
:17:36
Five minutes.
:17:45
Sit down.
:17:47
Have a drink.
:17:57
What's this?
:17:58
What's all this?