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:59:17
Stay where you are.
:59:19
The fucking torch is fucked.
:59:21
Oh, Christ.
:59:23
No one"s any batteries, no?
:59:25
Oh... yeah.
Hold on a minute now...

:59:27
and l"ll fucking
fetch them for you.

:59:29
Just stop your smart comments.
:59:31
How far are we
from this fucking fort?

:59:33
Not too far.
:59:34
I say we stay put.
:59:36
We build a fire.
A couple of hours downtime.

:59:38
L"ve a grand bottle
of whiskey there.

:59:39
A couple of drinks.
Soothe the fucking nerves.

:59:41
Get up in a couple of hours,
get to that fort.

:59:43
You have whiskey?
:59:45
I have a drop of whiskey.
:59:46
That sounds nice.
:59:47
Right, so. That"s it.
1:00:08
They say every time someone
dies, a new star appears.

1:00:12
There are lots of stars
in the sky tonight.

1:00:34
She wasn"t religious, you know?
1:00:37
I wasn"t, either.
Just didn"t see it, you know?

1:00:41
She needed some consolation
toward the end.

1:00:45
You made a great couple.
1:00:50
I met her in Dublin.
1:00:53
I was playing on the minor team,
and we went up...

1:00:55
for the All-lreland final.
1:00:59
I went and broke my leg.

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