Jack Taylor and Ken Bruen Priemere at the 22nd Galway Film Fleadh
It’s almost impossible to be thrown out of
the Guards,the Irish police force. Unless you
become a public disgrace, they’ll tolerate almost
anything. Jack Taylor really puts his mind to it
and punches a government minister in the face.
For greed, hypocrisy and corruption. The only values
of the “new” Ireland. Jack is ruggedly good-looking,
on the wrong side of forty, and has become a finder.
He takes on the cases the Guards won’t touch,
no matter now hopeless. He’s good because he
looks where no one else looks, talks to the people
no one else talks to.
Moreover, he knows every back street in his hometown,
Galway, knows the seed and breed of everyone in it.
But small towns have big memories, and like
Jack they are quick to anger and slow to forgive.
When the beautiful Anne Henderson comes into his
local pub and asks him to find her missing daughter,
Jack uncovers the seedy underbelly of Galway’s
middle-class. Four other girls’ bodies turn up in
the river. Jack’s paratrooper friend Sutton washes
up in Galway too, luring Jack to the dark side.
When Jack’s surrogate father and barman dies under
mysterious circumstances, everything he believes
in begins to unravel,making Jack question even
those closest to him.