All language subtitles for Blue.Lights.S02E01

This program me contains some scenes
which some viewers may find upsetting,

some violent scenes
and strong language.

Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,
we're on Lindsays Mill,

heading back towards
the main line. Over.

Roger that, Sierra 2 Alpha.

Oh, shit.

Barricade.

Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,

Lindsays Mill is blocked. Over.

Sierra 2 Alpha from Uniform,
received. Stand by. Over.

Stand by? What for?

Shit.

Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,

we have people
gathering around. Over!

Eyes on left and right.

Left and right. There's more!

Sierra 2 Alpha from Uniform,
extract immediately. Over.

Roger that, roger that.

Bollocks! Uniform from Sierra
2 Alpha, we can't extract.

There's a crowd around us!

Look left! Petrol bomb!

Come on!

Uniform, we have petrol bombs
incoming. Over. We need...

We need backup! Over!

All call signs committed,
Sierra 2 Alpha.

Wait out. Wait out?

Wait out? What for?

Annie? Annie!

Yes, er...

They've got petrol bombs
on the right. On the right.

The engine's gone. The
engine... The engine's gone!

Fuck!

Ah... fuck!

End ex.

Ah, shit.

That's one of the worst public
order training performances

that I have ever seen.
What did you do wrong?

We left the main line.

Oh, so now they get it.

Wisdom from beyond the grave.

Well, we were told there
was a casualty down there.

It doesn't matter.

You never get separated
from the other units. Ever.

Hello.

Hiya.

Come on, wave to the angels.

If this was real life,
you'd be joining them.

Hello! Everybody's dead.

End ex confirmed. Over.

Oops.

Everyone in life at
some point has to decide

what kind of person he
or she is going to be.

Will you be someone
who defines yourself

in terms of who you
aren't or who you are?

The time has come for
the peacemakers...

Politicians. They
don't know anything

about the faith that
makes Ulster tick.

They don't know anything about
the real, deep convictions.

There are men in
Ulster who will die.

Oh... dear.

You all right, sir?

I have the wee shop
across the way there.

OK. Do you know him?

Only his nickname.

Soupy.

Stevie... Stop, Grace.

There's a syringe.

I've got the gloves.

He's gone.

Uniform from 72.

We've got a suspected
overdose on Talbot Road.

One male, deceased.

Can you, um, can you task an
ambulance, please, Barney?

Roger that, 72.

Did you talk to him much?

Brought him a wee cup
of coffee every day.

He's a nice lad.

Was.

And this too shall pass.

Sorry?

That's what he used to
say every time we talked.

This too shall pass.

Said he was in the Army once.

That's what they used to
say when things got bad.

You know, yous have
a lot to answer for.

Excuse me? What in the name
of God are yous doing all day?

I mean, look at this
place. It's chaos.

Well, sir, we're
doing the best we can.

Oh, right. Aye.

Sir, if you want to give
us a wee minute, we'll, uh,

come and take a statement
off you when we're done, OK?

Aye, right.

If it's not too much hassle.

Well, he's not wrong, is he?

Just The Other Side Of
Nowhere by Johnny Cash.

♪ I come from just the
other side of nowhere

♪ To this big-time lonesome town

♪ They got a lot of
ice and snow here

♪ Ain't half as cold as all
the people I've found... ♪

I actually think his
later stuff was his best.

American Recordings. It's like he
knows he's at the end of his life

and all he's got left is...
is that voice, you know?

Would you ever shut up
about Johnny fucking Cash?

♪ I've got a mind to see
the headlights shining... ♪

Eejit!

Uniform, Uniform. To
any free call signs.

We have a disturbance at Moylan's
Pharmacy, Spire Street. Over.

76 responding. Over.

Give it to me! Sir! Sir!

She won't fucking give it to
me! Step back. Step back now!

What's going on here?

His prescription hasn't arrived.

There's nothing I can do.

Prescription for what?

Methadone.

How old are you?

None of your business.

Let's make it our business.

PAPA check.

Are you OK? Did he assault you?

No... McSweeney.

That's what I put
these screens up for.

These last six months is just
desperate people screaming at me.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Look, we can get
rid of him for you.

Tell him to go somewhere
else from now on.

Received. Thanks. Yeah.

OK. Thanks.

Eamonn McSweeney.

Drugs and theft.

He just turned 18.

Right.

OK.

Go.

You can go, but
don't come back, OK?

Bastards!

All the best.

What's wrong with you? Nothing.

Here, do you know what you need?

Huh? You need a ride.

What?

Who was that girl that you
were messaging a while back,

from the training course?

The one from Derry.
What's her name?

Aisling.

What happened there?

Nothing.

Nothing, as in you
went on a date,

nothing happened? Like, what?

Nothing, as in... nothing.

You should ring her.

I can't ring her, Annie.

Why not?

I don't know. Maybe I'll
text her or something.

Ugh, weak! Weak?

Weak! Texting weak, calling
strong - everybody knows that.

Really? Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do you know I'm not, anyway?

What?

You know...

Like, riding?

Believe me, mate,

it's obvious.

Yeah.

Inspector.

Ma'am.

How was the public
order training?

Good. Thanks.

You remember Murray Canning?

He was CID at Blackthorn
until six months ago.

Of course. Murray. Inspector.

DS Canning is now with the
Paramilitary Crime Task Force.

Those are the latest crime
stats for the district.

Out tomorrow.

Right.

Not pretty.

No.

What's going on, Helen?

You know, I lost another
response officer last week.

That's the third this year. He
left to become a lorry driver.

Apparently, the money is better.

I'm not interested in
excuses, Inspector.

It's not an excuse, ma'am.

It's a fact.

Fewer cops, more crime.

Which is why you're getting
a new response officer today.

Constable Shane
Bradley, a transfer.

DS Canning personally
recommended him.

Is that right?

So, why are the PCTF
interested in crime stats?

I didn't think that
was your thing.

The drug supply to the
city centre has increased

exponentially over
the last year.

It's the main reason for the rise
in street crime and overdoses.

If we can work out where
the supply's coming from,

we can cut it off and put a
serious dent in those numbers.

From now on, DS Canning
will be working closely

with your section.

In what way?

In whatever way he sees fit.

Jen, do you want
to close the door?

Oh. Yeah.

How are you? Uh,
yeah, good. Thanks.

So, you're coming to the end
of your training contract.

I'm going over the work
you've been doing for us

over the last several months.

And that of the other trainees.

Now, Jen, as you know, we
can only keep on one of you.

I mean, this has been an
incredibly difficult decision.

All three of you will
make fantastic solicitors

I'm convinced of that.

And I genuinely wish we
had room here for you all.

But we don't.

We only have room for you.

What?

Welcome to McAleer & Hamilton!

Thanks!

Now, the partners would like to
take you to lunch. Today? Mm-hm.

Um, I-I can't.

You can't?

I've promised to
meet someone. Um...

Oh, OK.

Another time.

Yeah.

Um... thank you.

Shit! Sorry!

Sorry.

OK...

Are you all right?

Yeah. Uh...

Uh, I just...

You what?

No, er, doesn't matter.

OK, well, come on.

But you can get it to fit, or
I think you can get it to fit.

All right, all right, come on, come
on, come on, let's get started.

All right. Thank you.

Thank you. So most of you will
already know DS Murray Canning

from the Paramilitary
Crime Task Force.

He would like a word.

Thank you, Sergeant Cliff.

All right.

Crime stats in the city
centre are off the charts.

What's your take on
what's going on out there?

Anyone?

Uh, it's chaos.

Uh, street crime,
robberies, drug seizures.

Overdoses. Take your pick.

Yeah, gold star.

Now, a year ago, we closed
down the McIntyre crime group.

Now, as you can see here,
for about three months,

we saw a decline
in drug seizures

and a corresponding
drop in street crime.

Then this.

Looks like someone's
taken over the supply

and turned up the volume.

Now, you all know these two.

Jim Dixon and Davy Hamill,
from the Mount Eden estate.

Now, what do we know about them?

They're loyalist gang leaders.

Yeah, that's right. Big rivals.

Now, our current intel suggests
that either one or both

of these two individuals
is behind this.

Here are some of
their associates.

Again, they should
be known to you.

You see them on the
move, you come to us.

You hear anything about
them or their operations,

anything at all, you come to me.

I need you to be our eyes and
ears on the ground out there, OK?

Everything all right, Constable?

Yeah. Super.

All right, everyone, this
is Constable Shane Bradley.

He's transferred here.

Now, he is our first
replacement in a year,

so please don't break him.

Uh, Tommy, DS Canning wants
a word with you upstairs.

Constable Bradley, you're
74, with Constable Conlon.

OK. All right, sharp
eyes save lives.

Murray fucking Canning.

If he was a chocolate
bar, he'd eat himself.

Annie. Shane.

Sorry about... walking in on
you. Oh, that's all right.

At least I had my
trousers on. True.

Oh, Annie. Give
him the tour, yeah?

The tour! Sounds like fun.

Always fucking late.

Right, here goes.

All right, Tina?

Who's he? He's all right.

Well? We can do more the
next time. Twice as much.

Are you getting too big
for your boots, Dixie?

Ach, no, Tina. There's a
bit of room in my boots yet.

Just let them know we can do it.

What?

Just tell them. The Dubliners.

Ah...

You want to watch your
fucking mouth, Dixie.

You don't give me orders.

Ever.

One word from me, and the
Dubliners just cut you loose.

Apologise.

Come on, Tina. I
was only messing.

Apologise.

I'm sorry... Tina.

I'll pass on the message.

Now, er, keep the
fucking noise down.

Some day, that bitch is going
to get what's coming to her.

Where are you living
at these days, Dixie?

What's it to do with you?

Just want to know where
to drop you off, mate.

Right, aye.

It's 12 Glendale Road.

So what exactly is he
going to do, Canning?

I have no idea.

He's taken an office upstairs.

Top-security access.

Oh, God. I know.

And this new constable,
Shane Bradley

he was hand-picked by
Canning? Yeah, seems that way.

Apparently, Canning's got his
eye on him for Intelligence.

So it looks like our new replacement
might be just passing through

on his way to somewhere else.

Yeah. Um

speaking of which...

Oh, no, Sandra.

Look, Helen,

I stayed because I knew
if I went back to London,

I'd be the only person there
who really remembered him.

No-one would talk about him,

or remind me of
his stupid jokes.

Ever.

But apart from that,
what have I got here?

Nothing.

I've got nothing, Helen.

OK.

I wish it wasn't that way.

You're already the best skipper
this section's ever had.

Well, except for you.

Well

including me.

OK.

Write the letter and
we'll start the process.

Thanks.

I'm trying to get my
head around this place,

doing some homework.

So tell me, Constable Foster,
what are you playing at?

Sorry?

Your arrest reports are twice
as long as anybody else's.

You're feeding
reports up the line

at least once a
week, unasked for.

Talking about patterns in the
dealing and seizure spreads.

Patterns that stand up.

You dropped out of the
fast-track program me.

Why?

Look, Gerry Cliff was a
great peeler, no doubt.

But do you really think this is
what he would have wanted for you?

Yeah, I do.

Change into your civvies
- we're going for a drive.

Huh?

Dump the uniform.

I'm going to show you how
this district really works.

Come on.

Dixie. Dixie! What?

14.50, man.

Aye, right.

By the way, Lee.

I'll be around your
place later on tonight.

Make sure you have everything
ready for me. Right?

Look forward to it, actually.

I always like seeing
that wee sister of yours.

Thanks.

How's you today, love?
OK, thanks, Happy.

Good stuff. Enjoy. Cheers.

Hey, John. Two Johnnies today.

Brilliant. Well, my
man, how are you?

All good?

Just like my mummy used to
tell me she made it, too.

Well? I got it.

Yes!

Brilliant. Well done. Thanks.

There he is.

You know, Gerry would be
proud of you for doing this.

I had to do
something, or else...

I get to meet people
here, talk to them.

Keeps my mind off... things.

Better than getting
arrested, huh?

They're going to close it soon.

They're closing
down a soup kitchen?

Mm. What?

Why?

They get a grant
from the Government.

No money left,
apparently. Cutbacks.

How are you?

Good days and bad
days, you know?

Yeah. I know.

Keep thinking, if I hadn't have
met you in the street that day,

if I hadn't have mentioned
those bloody numberplates...

If I hadn't been out
on patrol with him.

If I hadn't...

Sure, it'd drive you mad.

It does.

I get people hurt, Jen.

Happy, stop it.

I do, Jen, I get people hurt.

My daddy, my brother,

and then all them years later

Gerry.

The bomb, that night in 1978,

it was my idea to go for chips.

I said to my daddy,

"It's Friday, can
we go for chips?"

It was my idea.

One to avoid.

Did they ever convict
anyone for the bomb?

Looked into it a few
years back, made a report.

What kind of report?

Into unsolved cases.

Nothing ever came of
it. Nobody would talk.

That's the thing
about this place, Jen.

Even after all these years,

people think the
truth is dangerous.

Maybe they're right.

Henry, Henry, look!
What's happening? Look.

Are you sure this is the place?

This is the address
on his wallet, yeah.

You all right?

Hello.

Can I help you?

How are you doing?

Hello.

We're... we're here about
someone called Ian Campbell.

Do you know him? Yeah.

Why? Can I ask
your names, please?

Lee Thompson.

My sister Margaret. Mags.

And this is your place? Yeah.

Can I ask your relationship
to Mr Campbell?

We're friends.

And his address is here?

Soupy lives here,
upstairs in the flat.

He did.

What's wrong? Is he all right?

2012.

Lashkar Gah.

That's him there.

That's me.

He wasn't wearing
that scarf, was he?

Um, yeah, yeah, I think he was.

He never had it off him.

Do you think we could get it?

Well, I can definitely ask.

Tell me this - did
yous know each other

before yous joined
the military? No.

Both from Belfast, like,

but we only met over there.

And he had no family?

Grew up in care.

What, in Belfast? Mm.

We were all he had.

So, um, what happened?

That happened.

What was it? Heroin?

He was on and off the scag for
years. A couple of weeks ago,

I caught him shooting up
in the toilet at the bar.

Told him to get out.

Threw him out in the street.

Jesus.

So where are you from, then?

Uh, the Glens of Antrim.

Ah, lovely part of the world.

Yeah.

Still living there? No.

Uniform. Uniform.
74, we have reports

of a disturbance at
7 Flax Avenue. Over.

Yep.

Frequent flyer. Violence.

74 responding. Over.

Showtime!

So what happens now?

Well, assuming the
coroner signs it off,

there'll be a cremation.

Unless, that is, you want
to arrange a church burial?

He wasn't much of a God man.

We'll give him a send-off here.

OK, well, um... Well, if
you give me a call tomorrow,

then we can arrange that.

Again, I'm sorry.

Fuck's sake! What?

I thought they
were here for you.

Me?

Don't worry about that.

He died from drugs, Lee.

He died because of heroin,
Mags, not a ten spot of weed.

We should have
been there for him.

We were.

He made his choices.

Jesus, Lee, really?

Everybody gets what they
want, Mags, in the end.

For God's sake.

Fuck!

Fucking bastard!

Hello? Police!

Hello! Police!

Hello?

Fucking... Agh!

Fuck's sake. Sir?

Sir?

Get out of my house! Easy...

Get the fuck...
It's all right. Go!

What's wrong? Go!

Leave.

Leave me alone.

Get out!

Do you want one of these?

Hmm?

What's your name?

Brendan.

All right, Brendan.

I'm Shane. This is Annie.

Why don't you take one of
these and tell me what's wrong?

That's a disgrace, mate. I know.

They don't even know
when they can see me.

Uniform. Uniform. Bravo Lima 74.

Uh, that disturbance
has been resolved.

We'll be back on the
road in about ten. Over.

Roger that, 74. Over.

I called his brother. He's going
to come over and sit with him.

What was it? He says he's
been waiting over seven months

for a mental health assessment.

Fuck's sake.

Like, is everything just fucked?

I'm still working OK.

I'm going to go back in and sit
with him until his brother comes.

You can... join us if you like.

Yeah. Yeah, OK.

All right, big man?

Nah. The funny
thing is, Brendan,

I don't even smoke.

I just carry a packet around

so I don't get the shite kicked
out of me by big lads like you.

Sympathy fags?

Really?

You haven't heard that before?

Always carry sympathy fags.

Very good for your health.

Right.

Hamill and Dixon
hate each other.

Between them, they control
everything around here

drugs, loan sharking, extortion.

Yeah, but there's never enough
evidence to arrest them.

Exactly. Smart. Keep
their hands clean.

That's where I come in. You?

Intelligence policing.

The more I know about them,
the more I can contain them.

Contain them? How?

Well, if they know I'm
watching, they're boxed in.

They're not boxed
in now, are they?

They're doing
whatever they want.

Yeah, that's cos I
haven't had the resources

to be up in their
faces the whole time.

And that is where you come in.

What do you mean?

Shane Bradley, the new
guy, knows the score.

He's not your average grunt.

Neither are you.

You two are going to be my
eyes and ears around here.

Like a couple of fucking
human drones, yeah?

Cheer up! This is
the good stuff.

OK, here we go.

Fucking peelers.

Murray. Dixie.

How's tricks? Very best.

Is there a reason
you're stopping me here?

I'm just saying hello, mate.
So, here, tell me this.

Why are you making life
so difficult for yourself?

What are you talking about?
You're crossing a line now.

Is that right? Mm. You and I both
know the city centre is a mess.

The brass, in their wisdom,
have put me onto it.

Want me all over your shite.

It's the last thing
either of us wants.

Fuck-all to do with me, mate.

Who is it, then?

Wee Davy?

I'm just telling
you, it's not me.

Now, I like I said,

is there a reason
you're stopping me here,

or can I go?

Of course you can, mate.

You told them we were
investigating them?

Yeah. Like I said - containment.

Free to fight, for
the spirit of freedom

still blazes in
Belfast and Derry.

Hi. I got your message.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

If ever I need a solicitor,
I'll know who to call.

Well, that'd be a
conflict of interest.

Yeah.

I suppose it would.

So perhaps you've
finally found your niche.

You were always good at the more

academic side of things.

Well, we're all different.

We are.

Well done, Jen. Come
for dinner soon.

Of course I didn't have
any help! I'll show you.

Go on, then.

Mm.

Mm.

There's something to be said

about the humble 15.

Yeah. Yeah.

And this is a good one.

It's good?

What, it's not great?

Well, it just needs

a little bit less
condensed milk.

Oh, piss off.

I followed the
recipe to the letter!

Exactly.

Oh, fine.

How's Cal getting
on in Manchester?

He loves it, yeah.

He's fine.

Oh, man, that poor lad.

Who?

The dead body we just found.

Oh, yeah.

Ian Campbell.

I know. Soupy.

Well, I mean, he grew up
in care, didn't he? So...

So?

Well, you know what I mean.

No. No, I don't
know what you mean.

Don't get all social
worky on me now.

Social worky? Yes!

Social worky? Yes.

What the hell does that...?

You're such a dickhead.

I know, right?

Uniform. Uniform. 72.

We have a panic button
pressed in Moylan's Pharmacy

in Spire Street. Over.

72 responding.

All call signs, we've an
ongoing serious incident

at Moylan's Pharmacy
on Spire Street.

All call signs. Over.
Uniform from 74.

Are you sure that's not a
duplicate in the system?

We were there earlier today.

No, the incident is ongoing, 74.

Shite.

74 responding. Over.

Uniform. 72. That's arrival.

Roger that, 72.

You want to make sure the
back entrance is secure?

What? Well, aren't
I supposed to...?

Secure the back entrance, Grace.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck.

Barney, 72, get me backup now.
I'm trapped in the main shop,

but there's been somebody
hurt in the back.

Roger that, 72.

Around the corner.

Grace, Grace, there's
somebody in there

they've just locked the shutters.
Don't go in. Do not go in.

Grace? Grace, can you hear
me? Grace, can you hear me...?

Jesus, Grace!

Stay back! Grace.

Stay back!

Stay back!

Stay back!

Grace! Grace, your gun!

Grace, your gun!

Armed police!

Stop!

You stop!

Do it!

Fucking do it!

Put it down!

Fucking shoot me, you bitch!

You stay back! Stay back!

Put it down!

I said, put it down!

Shit, shit. Hello?

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

Shane! Shane, open the shutters!

Open the shutters!

Paramedics.

All right, make sure your
notebooks are in order.

Annie, Tommy,

I need every detail from that
first call earlier today.

Everyone else, second-by-second
account of what happened.

Don't do it later. Do it now.

Is she OK?

The pharmacist? Mm.

Yeah. She's stable.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

OK.

This is my fault. Huh?

We let him walk this
morning. Annie...

It wasn't an arrestable offence.

Because I decided
it wasn't, though.

Annie, don't be silly.

Look, we all do it. We
all do it all the time.

You weren't to know.

And I'm fine. I'm fine. OK?

Are you OK?

Er, well... I almost shot
someone, so, no, not really.

Well, do you want
to talk about it?

No, I don't.

Yeah. No, I do, actually, yeah.

Why did you send
me round the back?

Well, because I thought...

What?

You thought it'd be safer?

Stevie

do you remember when...

Do you remember when
we talked about us,

and I said we couldn't do
this job properly and do that?

Well, this is what I meant.

Oh, come on, Grace, I... No.

Earlier today, with that dead
body, you grabbed my hand.

There was a syringe.
Oh, come on.

Stevie, you know what I mean.

God, there's loads of
other examples. You...

You going in houses ahead of me,

even though I'm on obs.

You... you stepping in
when it gets physical.

It's happening all the time.
Grace, all I'm trying to do...

No.

No.

No, I don't need anyone
to protect me, all right?

I never have.

OK.

Won't happen again.

Right, fine.

Hello? Hi, Aisling.

It's, uh, it's Tommy Foster,

uh, from training... last year.

Er, I... We were in
the... in the... in the...

Good to hear from you,
Tommy Foster from training.

How's things in Belfast?

Bit mad?

Yeah, a bit mad.

What can I do for you?

Well, uh...

It's not work-related, as such.

Right?

I was just wondering if, like,

you know, and don't worry

if you're too busy
or you can't, or,

but I was just wondering maybe
if you... you wanted to, like,

go out sometime
or... or something.

Aye. Why not?

OK, great!

OK. Sure, why don't you
send me through some dates

when you're off shift, and
we'll get something sorted?

Yes, I-I will, I will.

Thanks.

Bye.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Yes! Yes, Tommy! Come on!

Did you just get asked out?

Yeah.

And he didn't text you first

he just... rang you.

Strong.

Strong.

♪ Turn down the lights

♪ Turn down the bed

♪ Turn down these voices

♪ Inside my head

♪ Lay down with me

♪ Tell me no lies

♪ Just hold me close

♪ Don't patronise me

♪ Don't patronise me

♪ Cos I can't make you
love me if you don't

♪ You can't make your heart
feel something it won't

♪ Here in the dark

♪ In these final hours

♪ I will lay down my heart

♪ And I'll feel the power

♪ But you don't

♪ I'll close my eyes

♪ Then I won't see

♪ The love you don't feel

♪ When you're holding me

♪ Morning will come

♪ And I'll do what's right... ♪

Thanks, big lad.

Not having one yourself?

500. It's all here.

What about your wee sideline?

Uh...

Sit down.

You know, sooner or later,

you're going to have to join us.

Officially, like.

I've already been in one army.

Feels like enough.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not a fan of
freelancers. Don't trust them.

And I've got the peelers
breathing down my neck here.

I need to know who I can rely on

if things get serious.

I'm just trying to keep my
head above the water, Dixie.

Keep the lights
on in this place.

That's all I want.

Well, you see, that's the thing.

It's not about what
you want. You know?

Sorry to hear about
your wee friend.

He was always a bit of
a fuck-up, wasn't he?

Tragic.

They talk a lot, these
druggies, don't they?

He didn't. I hope not.

Come on.

See you next week.

See you later, Mags.

You can't go on like this.

Paying him protection
money every week.

Why don't you just
sell this place to him?

You know he wants it.

This too shall pass.

Will it, though?

This... too... shall pass.

We're good?

OK?

Look, if we do this,
there's no going back.

You know that.

I know.

I have had enough.

Move or die.