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["The Foggy Dew" by The Dubliners]

♪ As down the glen one Easter morn ♪

♪ To a city fair rode I

♪ Their armed lines of marching men ♪

♪ In squadrons passed me by

♪ No pipes did hum nor battle drum ♪

Is he in there?

Yes.

What did he say?

Nothing.

♪ But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell ♪

He knows we're involved now.

Yeah.

- Did you give him a chance to confess?

All morning.

♪ One, two, three, four

[lively folk music]

♪ Right proudly high over Dublin town ♪

♪ The flung of the flag of war

♪ 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky ♪

[gunshot blasts]

[trash can lids clanging] [whistles chirping]

- [Reporter] It's early morning here in Belfast.

As the city wakes up, echoes of sporadic protests

pop up around the city at the news of Bobby Sand's death.

The Northern Ireland Secretary of State

Humphrey Adkins' office gave this statement.

"I regret this needless and pointless death.

"too many have died in this violence.

"And in this case, it was self-inflicted."

The Northern Ireland office

gave a terse, one line statement.

"Mr. Robert Sands died today at 1:17 a.m.

"He took his own life by refusing

"food and medical intervention for 66 days."

As the news spread throughout the Catholic areas,

whistles were blown...

Sean!

[Sean] What?

- [Reporter] But the rosaries said for Sands

were quickly overtaken by the sounds of violence.

While some prayed, others gathered...

[record scratches]

What was that last bit?

[Francis] Took his own life.

British cunts.

[Vincent] You.

Language.

Bad as each other.

- Full of wisdom with a glass in your hand.

[Francis] Don't you two start.

Not me, son.

I'm off out, yeah?

Make sure he doesn't piss himself again.

- [Vincent] He'll be off to Big Declan tomorrow.

[door slams]

Like the rest of them gobshites.

What are you doing?

I'm just teasing.

[Francis] Yeah, well don't.

He's the one.

Always Sean against the world.

If your mother was here now-

- It's got nothing to do with Ma.

[sighs] Right.

I'm goin up

You need anything?

Nah.

Here.

Just in case you can't make it upstairs, Dad.

Where are you going?

[Francis] I'm going upstairs.

Sean going with you?

- [Francis] No Dad, he just left.

Oh yeah.

Yeah.

Good lad.

Night son.

- Can you see a resolution of this issue?

The English must get out.

Or be put out by any means we can muster.

- Is that a call for more violence?

- It's a call for the English to not let it come to that!

It's a call for the English to get

the hell out of Ireland and stay out!

For the English to know that every action has a reaction.

Declan!

Declan!

Deco!

[Declan] You lost, lads?

Yeah, can we have a word?

Talk away.

In private.

- You want to stand in the toilets?

- [Francis] We seen all the stuff on tele and-

We want to volunteer.

[Declan] Volunteer?

Volunteer for what?

The cause.

The cause?

Which cause would that be now?

[Francis] Up north.

Tell you what, lads.

The Sinn Fein office in town are always looking

for volunteers to hand out leaflets and whatnot.

Pop in to them.

They'll look after you.

Few leaflets over there, you can hand them out.

- [Sean] Look, we don't want to hand out leaflets, Declan.

Then what do you want to do?

- I want to fight them British scumbags.

British scumbags?

What British scumbags?

Go away lads, will yous?

- Look, they just let your man die.

What they're doing up there, it's not right.

We want to be a bit more active.

Do what you do.

Provos.

The Shannon Twins isn't it?

You know your Uncle Christy

was one of the last of the officials.

What's that?

The old Dublin IRA.

Yeah.

- You look nothing like each other.

We're not really twins.

People only say that 'cause we were born in the same year.

It's like a joke.

- How many times have you pair been arrested this year?

It's not a trick question, lads.

Two.

Four.

All right, five, but that's only because-

- If you pair lift your sticky little fingers

one more time against your own community.

That community is gonna break them.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

We won't, Declan.

Sorry.

What about the other thing?

Come on.

Finn?

Are ye right?

What time is it?

Home time.

Come on, we're somewhere to be tonight, yeah?

Where?

Doesn't matter where does it?

Come on.

What does this lunatic want?

Shannon Twins.

Read this.

Don't touch.

Gloves.

I'll be back for it in two weeks.

Come on.

[mispronounced] Socialism.

History of the Struggle.

Propaganda Technique...

The fuck is this, Francis?

This is homework.

Where's all the guns and stuff?

- [sighs] It's not the fucking mafia, Sean.

What are you doing?

Getting changed.

Where you going?

I'm bringing Marie pictures.

Marie Kelly?

Yeah.

I'm telling you, she's fucking gamey.

That's it.

Military Hardware and Tools Used-

Her brothers are headbangers.

Fuck them.

Would you not just read that and tell me what's in it now?

No, fuck off!

[Sean] Is the immersion on?

How should I know?

[Marie knocking]

- Oh shite, will you tell her I'll just be a minute?

I have to wash me balls.

[sighs] Fucking sap.

Heya, Francis.

Heya, Marie.

He's just getting ready.

- Can I just use your Jacks real quick?

I'm dying for a piss.

- [Francis] Yeah yeah, top of the stairs.

Ta Francis.

[Finn knocking]

What time is it ?

It's half 6.

You done anything stupid that I should know about?

Or maybe it's just da, hmm?

No, it can't be.

He's passed out in there.

Are you gonna check who it is or what?

No, are you?

Mmmm.

[Finn] Get dressed.

Van leaves in 10 minutes.

What's this all about?

What the fuck is his problem?

[Francis] Come on.

[Irish rock music]

♪ Well in the merry month of June ♪

♪ Forced from home I started

♪ Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted ♪

♪ Saluted the Father dear

♪ Kissed the darling mother and drank a pint of beer ♪

♪ Grief and tears to smother

♪ Then off to reap the corn

Out.

Come on.

♪ Rattlin' o'er the bogs

♪ Frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin ♪

♪ One two three four five

♪ Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ All the way to Dublin

♪ Whack fol lol le rah

♪ Well in Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary ♪

♪ Started by daylight me spirits bright and airy ♪

♪ Took a drop of pure

♪ Keep me heart from sinking

♪ That's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking ♪

♪ To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while ♪

♪ At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubbling ♪

♪ And asked if I was hired

[gunshots blasting]

The fuck is that?

Down here!

You buy them bullets?

Did you bring them from your car?

Huh?

- You're both here of your own free will.

As volunteers of the Provisional Irish Republican Army.

Our primary objective is the removal

of all British institutions of power.

From the island of Ireland and establish

a natural sovereign destined,

32 county independent republic.

This is always our ultimate goal.

Unfortunately as we speak right now,

up north our brothers and our sisters

are being beaten, murdered,

and burned out of their homes

by an aggressive occupying population

who are protected by a hostile police force.

And a very fucking hostile British Army.

Our mission, for now, is to help these people

protect themselves by any means necessary.

You're now part of a sleeper cell.

And just like thousands of invisible

men and women across this island,

you stay sharp, you stay quiet, and you wait.

Be very clear on something here, lads.

You're not just invisible.

You don't exist.

No parades.

No medals.

[tense music]

People carry big ears.

And even bigger mouths.

Master what you speak.

Master what you hear.

And learn to speak a lie like it's the truth.

Now listen to me, lads.

Anything you know you think we should know,

any time, any place, you tell us.

- And anything you think I shouldn't want to know.

I'll be wanting to know that too.

Here.

Get yourselves togged out.

I'll bring yous up on the range.

Put it on.

No.

I'm good.

♪ Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality ♪

♪ Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality ♪

♪ Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind ♪

♪ No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobbling ♪

♪ Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue ♪

♪ Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin ♪

♪ One two three four five

♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ And all the way to Dublin, whack fol lol le rah ♪

♪ Well from there I got away, the spirits never failing ♪

♪ Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing ♪

♪ Captain by me roared, said that no room had he ♪

♪ When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy ♪

♪ Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs ♪

♪ Danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubbling ♪

♪ When off Holyhead wished meself was dead ♪

♪ Or better far instead

♪ Up the rocky road to Dublin

♪ One two three four five

♪ Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road ♪

♪ And all the way to Dublin, whack fol lol le rah ♪

- [Singer] Oi Tommy, your chains are off!

[guitar solo]

[Francis] One more.

Just one more.

Please.

No?

No, okay.

Here, just hold on for a second.

If it was whiskey it wouldn't be a problem would it?

[Vincent chuckles]

Ha.

[phone rings]

What time?

[Vincent] Is that Maureen?

No, Da!

It's Sean!

Ask him!

Dad wanted to know when you're

bringing the kids around to see him again.

[Francis sighs]

Can you hold that?

Yeah.

[Francis] You got it?

Yeah.

[Francis sighs]

Next week.

Definitely definitely next week he said

he'd bring the kids around to see you.

He's a good lad, Sean.

Your mother comes back.

Wake me up, will you, son?

I will, da.

I'll be upstairs if you need me, all right?

Yeah.

What would I need you for?

[Francis] Aw Jesus.

- [Sean] Who are you gonna tell, Marie?

- [Marie] I'm gonna tell my Ma what you did!

[Sean] Are ye yeah?

Fucking go then!

[Marie] I fucking will.

And wait til my brothers hear about this.

Ah your brothers yeah?

Go get your brothers!

Go on! I'll wait here with the kids?

Give me the kids, Sean.

Give me my kids now!

Whose kids?

Whose kids?

[Francis knocks]

Heya, Francis.

Wasn't expecting company.

How are you, Marie?

I was just in the area.

Is he in?

Sean your brother's here.

Let him in.

- Come on, come in, he's just inside.

Frank!

Frank, come here, look at this.

Maggie.

Maggie, oh wait 'til you see this.

Wait 'til you see when she smiles at you, yeah?

Maggie, smile for Uncle Frank.

That's a good girl.

A great girl.

Susie too old for the bottle, huh?

You too old for the bottle?

No you're not.

- [Marie] Where's Susan's buggie?

I'm just gonna go to the shops.

I won't be long.

Susan, Susan come here.

Are you tired?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

She's tired.

Put her in the pen.

[Sean sighs]

- [Marie] I'm just gonna get a few messages.

I won't be long.

Marie.

Were you dragged up?

Sorry?

- I mean my brother's only walked in the door

and you haven't even offered him a cup of tea.

I'm alright Marie.

I'm good, Sean.

Don't mind him.

He's only being mannerly.

Of course he wants something.

Fry all right?

I'm good, Sean.

- We've no sausages or rashers though.

What have we got?

Eggs.

Have we bread?

Half a pan.

Would you like a fried egg and a cup of tea, Francis?

Marie, you're very good.

But honestly, I've had something already.

Sean.

Honestly, I'm all right.

All you can do is offer.

Grab a few sausages and a few rashers

while you're down the shop won't you, love?

Yeah, okay.

You're gonna be late.

I'll mind the kids.

Marie.

Marie.

Why are you using the back door?

I just thought I'd be quicker.

Use the front door, love.

You're not a dog.

More hassle than they're worth.

He's getting worse.

Sean.

He's nearly completely gone.

You need to bring the kids around to see him.

- Can he still find a bottle, Frank?

He's sick, Sean.

What difference does it...

Post office.

He wants us to get the scope on the place, yeah?

Collections?

Reci?

He wants us to do it.

What, as in...

Do do?

Who with?

Who else?

Time?

Half 9.

Is that the exact time?

Exact time is 9:28.

Well say that then.

You sure about the intel?

First Tuesday of every month.

I'm sure.

In.

And out.

And you!

Keep your finger off that trigger.

Right, bally up.

Don't move!

[tense music]

[Siobhan screams]

- [Sean] Calm down, you stupid bitch!

Ahh!

Drop it!

- [Finn] The bags that came in this morning.

[Sean] The fucking bags!

[Finn] You go back and check.

[Siobhan] No wait!

[Child] Mommy!

- No no no no! I'll get them, I'll get them.

[Finn] What's she doing here?

She was sick and I...

- [Finn] Look, no one's gonna harm her.

We just want the bags.

[Sean] Heya sweetheart.

What's your name?

[idle chatter]

That's it.

Okay, let's go.

This wasn't meant to happen.

Go fuck yourself.

Right lads.

[suspense music]

- [Garda] It's an armed robbery PJ! Call it in!

Fuck.

SDU are two minutes away!

Give yourselves up!

No one needs to get hurt!

What the fuck did you do?

- [Siobhan] I didn't do anything!

Relax, will you, relax.

Is there a back way out of here?

- [Siobhan] Through the office, but the door's still locked.

Fucking open it then!

The keys! Will you hurry up with the fucking keys?

I'm looking for them!

We don't ever use the rear door!

Look at me.

It'll be over soon, yeah?

They're not even armed.

We could walk out the front door.

- What, now you're trying to be a hero?

We gotta head them all in here.

We'll go out the back.

[Garda] SDU are on the way!

Fuck him!

He's bluffing!

[sirens wailing]

Give me the fucking keys!

He wasn't bluffing.

They're armed.

It's over.

Disarm and surrender.

What?

No.

No!

No, fuck off, I'm not surrendering!

Fucking keys man, we go out the back!

[Finn] There's two loaded guns

out there pointing right at us.

And we have three!

And the keys to the back door!

Come on!

- [Finn] I said disarm and surrender.

That's an order!

[Sean] No!

Disarm and surrender.

I won't ask again.

No.

Fuck you!

Fuck.

The fuck are you doing?

Following orders.

Disarm, Sean.

I've no choice now do I, Finn?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Sit down.

Who's in charge here?

It's just me here.

I'm usually the...

What's your name?

Siobhan.

McNally?

Siobhan McNally?

And you're little Annie McNally.

Did you see anything, Annie?

No.

Who's in charge here?

You.

And who hit you?

Who hit you?

Nobody.

Now can you wipe your face

and tell them that if they ask?

Good girl.

Right.

[Sean] Fuck.

[Finn] We're coming out!

We are unarmed and surrendering!

There's a child on the premises!

Do not shoot!

[Officer] Slowly!

Come out!

Down on the ground!

- [Second Officer] Get down on the ground!

Get down!

♪ I remember you singing this song Ma ♪

♪ I remember how you blushed when you smiled ♪

♪ Love has a way

♪ Of never letting go

- [Christy] No acting the bollocks now.

Story, Christy.

How's the form?

What's the craic, Christy.

Nice one, lad.

Fresh lads, yeah?

Just about.

Go for a pint?

Indeed.

Wanna see the folks first?

Yeah.

Yeah, nice one.

♪ He would tease you to sing along ♪

♪ He would sing out of key

They're over there.

Say your piece, pay your respects.

Thanks, Christy.

♪ And I wonder who's teasing you now ♪

[music softens]

Hi Mam.

Just wish I could've had

a bit more time with her, you know?

She was a nice lady.

I know.

He just gave up

Didn't hate him for it.

Like he was the only one that was suffering.

I know.

He wasn't the worst.

♪ Sure I know you're together somehow ♪

[Christy] Cheers, luv.

[Rosie] You're welcome.

♪ I know you're together somehow ♪

Your ma.

♪ I know you're together somehow ♪

Your da.

[speaking in Gaelic language]

Here.

I thought you'd enjoy this.

[Sean] What is it?

- Jesus Christ youngfella open it will you?

Was your da's.

[Francis] What am I reading?

The second story.

June 2nd, 1948?

No, the second one.

- "Five men were arrested today on conspiracy charges.

"The men suspected to be members of the IRA

"were arrested for what authorities are calling

"conspiracy to rob a Protestant bakery in Ranelagh.

"All including the youngest of the men.

"Vincent Shannon.

"16.

"Refused to comment."

Da was in the Provos?

- Conspiracy to rob a fucking bakery.

The officials.

The real IRA.

Now them fucking headbangers you pair are running with.

He never mentioned that.

Moralizing prick.

He could keep it shut though.

Your ma would've slapped the bleeding head

off of him if she had found out.

Fucking hypocrite.

- Don't you disrespect your father's

name again around me, you hear me?

- But you just said-

Enough!

Different times back then.

Less complicated, it was.

Sure, yous are men now.

And I'm not one to judge yous.

But be very careful.

Those lads you're hanging around with now.

Different animal.

Ruthless.

And they do not mess.

Anyway.

To our fallen comrade, Vincent Shannon.

The Baker boy bandit

[speaking in Gaelic language]

- And on that note lads, I'll leave yous to it.

Look after yourselves.

And come see me when yous get settled, okay?

Thanks, Christy.

Right, these's gone fellas?

Yeah, thanks.

- Bring us a few more will you, love?

Shall I bring the bottle?

Save me a few trips.

Yeah, whatever.

I'm going for a piss.

Charming.

Sorry about him.

Brother.

It's been awhile since he's...

Yeah, right.

I'll bring the bottle.

Yeah, thanks.

Think we're okay for glasses!

[door unlocking]

Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

How are ye love, you all right?

Where's the girls?

- They waited up as long as they could.

They made you a cake and bought you

a tie like what Bono wears.

Look, I'm sorry.

I ended up going for a pint with Frank and me uncle.

After we'd seen the graves, you know.

It's okay.

You never changed the locks.

Key still works.

Yeah.

Is everything all right?

- Why would I change the locks, Sean?

Who's gonna even attempt to...

Doesn't matter.

What?

- The house of an IRA prisoner, Sean?

I thought you volunteered

at the Sinn Fein office, not the fucking IRA.

You never felt the need to share that information with me?

Your wife?

Having me find out by my mother ringing me

saying you're on the 6 o'clock news

for attempted armed robbery

of a children's fucking allowance payments!

- All right Marie, will you calm down?

The kids-

Fuck you, Sean!

Fuck you!

Bunch of fucking hoodlums.

You know, they'd call around here

with their guilt envelopes.

Checking up on me and making sure

the prisoner's wife is behaving.

The bastards.

They put young Timmy Carroll

in the hospital for buying me a drink.

He literally seen me at the bar, waved,

and sent a drink over to me and they

broke his legs for his troubles.

- What the fuck is Timmy Carroll doing buying you a drink?

You just don't get it do you?

I hate you, Sean.

I wanted to leave you years ago.

But your good friend Declan said he couldn't allow it.

This fucking stranger telling me I couldn't

leave my useless prick of a husband.

I never wanted to visit you.

They made me.

Well.

Now you're free, so am I.

I'm taking the kids to me ma's tomorrow.

You can spend the morning with them.

Don't ruin it for them.

Just pretend everything's happy families for a change.

- So are you sleeping on the couch then, yeah?

No.

Will you grab us a blanket?

Please?

[dramatic acoustic guitar music]

He's the worst.

Well I mean he thinks the rules don't apply to him.

It's like he's something special.

He just complains for about 600 pages.

Raskilov.

Your man in the-

Raskolnikov.

- Ras-kol-nikov, yeah.

Him.

- So you've read Crime and Punishment?

- I have a thing for depressing Russians.

- Ah, so you've read a lot of Dostoevsky then?

Most of it, yeah.

- Must have a lot of time on your hands.

Fast reader.

So what can I get ya?

Excuse me?

- [Rosie] What would you like to drink?

Oh, sorry.

Just tea please.

Are you in the right place?

- Yeah, I just think I had a bit too much to drink earlier-

Ah, lightweight.

I see.

Okay.

Sorry, no milk.

Two whiskeys then.

Two?

Oh.

Misery loves company.

- Oh dear, am I misery or company?

[Rosie coughs]

That's all right.

You're not from around here are you?

No, what gives it away?

Two pound 50 please.

[Francis] Oh yeah.

The till's closed.

Just keep it.

So where you from?

Belfast.

Crumlin Road.

Belfast?

Aye.

Is that okay with you, inspector?

Yeah.

No, it's just you don't see many people from Belfast.

Down here I mean.

- Well I mean I hope I don't disappoint.

No no no, not at all.

Thanks.

Well as riveting as this conversation is,

we're closing in five minutes.

So is there anything else I can get you before I go?

- Could stay and have a drink with me.

- Unfortunately I cannot, I've got exams to cram for.

But you know what?

I bet Pam would stay behind and have a drink with you.

[Francis chuckles]

Well.

When are you working again?

Every day until Friday.

Friday then.

- Well when you put it like that,

now how can a lady resist?

[Francis] All right.

All right!

How are you?

Not bad.

How's Marie and the kids?

Good.

They had a cake for me when I got in.

It was nice.

How's the house?

Smells like bleach.

What's that around your neck?

It's a bolo tie.

Your man Bono wears one.

The kids got it for me.

You look like a dope.

Come on, he's waiting for us.

[Francis sighs]

How's things, Declan?

Good, yeah.

What's that on your neck, Sean?

It's a bolo.

Bono wears one.

Yeah?

Fuck off, you two.

Little one?

- No thanks, Declan. - Not right now, thanks.

Cuppa?

- Yeah, please. - I'll have a cuppa, yes.

- [Declan] Sean, grab that milk will you?

Yeah, of course.

- So I heard you were keeping yourself busy inside

studying business or something was it?

[Francis] Yeah.

Anything to pass the time, you know?

No, that's good.

Keep the head sharp.

- Is this one of them microwaves?

- Yeah. Nuala picked it up for me.

Great little yoke.

Stick a coddle in that, two minutes later-

And it just heats 'er up?

Yeah.

Can I open it?

Yeah, go ahead.

Sorry about your dad, Francis.

We gave a few bob toward the funeral.

Yeah, no no, thanks.

We appreciate it.

And does it use heat, flame?

- No, it's radiation, microwaves or something.

Microwaves.

[Francis] Fascinating.

How's Finn?

Portlaoise.

They're trying to do him for membership.

Lucky for him the clerk got a bit of amnesia.

After some eegit gave her a slap on the head.

She fucking bit me, Declan.

Look at the scar.

- Yeah yeah, look, water under the bridge.

You two conducted yourselves like soldiers.

You did your time.

You can't ask for more than that.

And it doesn't melt?

No, it's a special...

You were only up the fucking road, Sean.

You weren't on the bleedin' moon.

Have you never seen a microwave before?

Yeah, but on the tele.

Is it heavy?

Take the fucking thing.

You sure?

Yeah, now sit down will you?

Can we talk now?

Look, that was no small stretch by any imagination.

You did what you did.

Put your time in.

Can't ask for any more than that.

- We're ready to go back to work.

[Declan] Both of yous?

Are you sure?

- Is the Queen still on the money up there?

Good lads.

Until I get Finn back I want

you two working directly under me.

- [Sean] Whatever needs to be done, Declan.

- Things aren't getting any better.

It's a fucking disaster up there.

Every day.

Us, them.

The RUC, the UDA, the fucking army.

The whole dynamic is changing.

We're doing everything we can down here.

But it's not easy funding a war.

Do yous know who John Byrne is?

Yeah.

Few of his were on the inside.

Scumbag.

Very wealthy scumbag.

- [Francis] He's a heroin dealer, Declan.

He has family up north.

And they sympathize with the cause.

And?

[Declan] And he's reached out.

He wants to contribute.

- Declan, we take these peoples' kneecaps.

We don't do business with them.

Where do you think all that money

came from in the first place?

Nothing changes.

We still hate this filth.

But it's a one time thing only.

That's all.

And we're doing everything we can

down here to protect our communities.

But we need that money now.

So Byrne just gets a pass?

There's an American.

He has a boat packed full of gear.

Waiting to clear the docks.

He wants-

- [Sean] Why are they not organizing it from up there?

- 'Cause they're busy with the Libyan.

And they've asked me to look after it.

- And you want to use John Byrne's drug money.

Do they know up there where the money's coming from?

They gave the order.

This isn't us.

[Sean] Morals don't win wars.

By any means necessary.

It means what it means.

- [John] Mrs. Kehoe, If I can't get that out.

I'll personally buy you a new one.

Sit the fuck down, you!

Who the fuck are you?

I'm security for Mr. Byrne.

- I'll shoot Mr. Byrne in the cock right now.

What are you gonna do about it?

You'll do fucking nothing.

Now go outside that door.

Don't even look at me and get out!

[John] Wait outside, Charlie.

Bringing the dogs for a walk, comrade?

[Sean] You be careful, you.

You don't talk to him.

You talk to me.

What's this, Dec?

Where's the money?

I have the money.

And I'll get it to you.

But this isn't a small contribution, lads.

What do I get in return?

- [Francis] There's two ways of looking at this, John.

I'm inclined to see this

as an upstanding citizen making

a voluntary donation towards the cause.

In which case, I respect your privacy.

I won't ask you where you got the money from.

And your reward?

Knowing that you played a part

in the eventual reunification of Ireland.

Now the other way to look at this

is that you are a drug dealing scumbag.

Who made his money getting kids addicted to heroin.

What size is this?

- [Francis] Sean what do we do with drug dealers?

- Usually pick them up on a Friday night

when they're leaving the same local

they go to every Friday night with their fat missus.

Roll up in the van.

Two seconds and they're in, gagged and bound.

Bring them to a nice quite place

in the woods where we have a hole dug.

After a little cry I mean.

You'd be amazed how many big men have a cry

at the sight of a little hole in the ground.

They usually know by then.

Then we offer them a quick chance at redemption.

Prayer, a cigarette.

Then we shoot them in the back of the head

and bury them in that hole.

I'm a businessman.

And a Republican.

And as a good Republican, I want to help the cause, lads.

But 40,000 pounds.

It's a lot of money.

This isn't 20 pence in a collection box.

I just need to feel I'm getting some.

Bang for my buck.

You know what I mean?

- You're still walking aren't you?

- Yeah, no no no, and I appreciate that, but.

What is it?

Delaney.

He's pushing in hard in the southside.

Does nobody any good having twice

as many dealers on the streets.

If we could remove some of those.

I'm sure that'd benefit everyone.

The money.

First thing tomorrow morning.

[waves crashing]

- How long you working in the pub?

Just less than a year.

Do you like it?

Yeah, it's a job isn't it?

How come I haven't seen you before?

Didn't drink.

What?

Come on.

Let's paddle.

Let's go for a paddle!

Take your shoes off.

What's it like?

[rock thumping the window]

Susie!

Margaret!

- Do you like embarrassing yourself

in front of the whole street?

What are you doing here?

- [Sean] I was just walking up the road.

Look at the state of you.

You're gonna die alone, Sean.

- I just want to see the kids, Marie.

- I was gonna give this to your brother to give to you.

Where's your ring?

We're still...

Come on Marie, we're still married.

- [Marie] It's the court papers for visitations.

But this is between us.

Why are you involving the kids?

You're being a fucking cunt, Marie.

Sean, this is exactly why

I wanted to go through Francis.

Always a big scene with you.

Scene?

A scene?

I'll show you a fucking scene!

You haven't even-

This, Sean.

This.

This is why.

Just get your shit together

and you'll have a chance of seeing them.

It's as simple as that.

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

- I'm not allowed to be a bit upset, no?

I never done a thing to them kids, Marie.

This isn't right.

Will you just let me see them please for five minutes?

Please, five minutes, that's all.

Even let them look out the window just to see.

I'm their da.

I'm their da, for fuck's sake.

They don't want to see you.

They don't even know you.

That's your fault.

Fuck off before I call the guards

and you lose them for good.

Marie, in.

[Sean] Bang.

Bang.

I don't know, a cappuccino?

A what?

It's like coffee with milk.

All right.

Hey Cathleen!

- [Cathleen] What can I get yous?

- [Francis] Do you have a cappuccino?

[Cathleen] A what?

[Francis] It's a milky coffee.

And you, Francis?

- I'll just have a mug of tea please.

Mug of tea.

- Oh, and have you got any of those Chester slices?

Yeah, how many?

Two please.

So two Chester slices.

A mug of tea.

And a "cabarino".

I'll bring them over all right?

Thanks Cathleen.

She's very friendly.

[chuckles] Yeah she is.

- And by the way, we have cappuccinos in the city.

Cheeky.

Alright Sean.

Alright.

Any smokes?

Light?

How's Marie and the girls?

What you mean?

What?

You said how's Marie.

Yeah, how's Marie?

And I said what do you mean?

Just, like, how is she?

Why, you friends?

Are we friends?

No.

Sean, you were away, I haven't seen you in ages.

I was just being mannerly.

- When was the last time you seen her?

Last time I seen her?

- You keep fucking repeating what I'm saying.

- Don't do that. - I'm not.

I'm not.

A month ago maybe?

Two?

Sean, I've to leg it man

Say anything to her?

- Sean, take your fucking hands off me.

- Are you hard of hearing, Patrick?

My fucking wife.

Did you say anything to her?

Sean, no.

We know the fucking rules, all right?

I didn't fucking say anything to her.

Linda said a quick hello.

Who's Linda?

Linda Dunne.

I'm married to fucking Linda, Sean.

Linda, lanky Linda.

Yeah.

We have a baby and all now Sean.

For fuck's sake, man.

- You want to get Linda to put a bit of Sudocreme

on that pal

How are yous girls.

Heya Sean

I do.

I just prefer the cold and rain.

Up your arse.

- You get to wear a big coat and all, you know?

Nobody likes the rain.

You're lying.

You're actually-

- Here you go. - I swear.

Here you go.

And do you want anything else?

- That's perfect Cathleen, thank you.

A Chester slice?

- [Francis] Now who's the cultured one?

What's in it?

Do I want to know?

Probably not.

So.

What are you doing at the weekend?

- Heading up home to see the folks.

Crumlin home?

- Yes, with a large framed picture

of a certain Queen hanging proudly in the hallway.

- [Francis] I presume it's the Queen of Monaco.

What time is it?

[Francis] It's 4:38.

- [Rosie] You up to much the rest of the day?

No.

You?

[guitar folk music]

[Dagtha] Gentlemen.

Francis.

That's Sean.

Dagtha O'Malley.

[Sean] You what?

Dagtha O'Malley.

Dogta?

- Dag-tha.

Named after the high chieftain of the Celtic gods.

Is that a fact, yeah?

Fucking Yanks.

Would you like a cup of tea, chief?

Any word?

We good?

Chief.

[speaking foreign language]

Love the fucking bolo.

Thank you gentlemen.

Best of luck.

If you're ever over my side of the pond, give me a call.

All right, come on.

Let's go downstairs for a bit of crack, yeah?

I'll follow you down, Sean.

Hi, is Rosie there?

It's Frank.

[dramatic acoustic guitar music]

♪ There is a house in New Orleans ♪

Trev, what's the story?

♪ They call The Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy ♪

♪ My God, I know I'm one

♪ My mother was a tailor

♪ She sewed my new blue jeans

♪ And my father was a gambling man ♪

♪ Way down in New Orleans

♪ Now the only thing a gambler needs ♪

♪ Is a suitcase and a trunk

- [Sean] Anything strange, Trevor?

Nah.

Same old same old.

[Sean] You still playing ball?

Who you with now?

- [Trevor] Just with St. Kevin's now.

Good side, Kevin's.

[Trevor] Yeah.

[guitar solo]

- It was United you had trials for wasn't it?

Jaysus.

That's mad.

Whatever happened to that?

Just got sent.

Don't know, just unlucky I suppose.

[Sean] Shame that.

Yeah.

♪ The other foot on the train

♪ I'm going back to New Orleans ♪

♪ Just to wear that ball and chain ♪

♪ Yeah Papa, tell your children ♪

♪ Not to do, not to do what I've done ♪

♪ To spend your life in sin and misery ♪

♪ In the house of The Rising Sun ♪

[guitar solo]

Nah, disagree.

United are fucking bottle merchants.

Liverpool will have it in the bag.

[Trevor] What about Everton?

Fuck off Everton, will you?

Two words for you, mate.

Ray fuckin' Houghton.

Best player in the world.

Watch what he does next year

to them fucking cunts England in the Euros.

Houghton's class.

♪ There is a house in New Orleans ♪

[Sean] This us?

♪ They call The Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy ♪

- Any chance I get a pass on this one, lads?

♪ My God, I know I'm one

- You know that's not how this works, Trevor.

[Trevor sobbing]

♪ I know

♪ I'm one

[Francis] Come on now.

Ah lads.

You know me.

I was only selling 5-bags, I'm a nobody.

- [Francis] Do you want to pull your trousers down?

I'm okay, Francis.

[Francis] Turn around.

Which leg?

[Trevor] [sobs] Lads please.

[Francis] Which leg?

- I'll tell you where I got it from.

[Francis] Which leg?

[Trevor] Oh mother of God

- Just pick a fucking leg, Trevor!

[Trevor] I'm sorry, Sean.

Left.

- [Francis] Well pull that one up then.

- [Sean] You might want to get it a bit higher, Trev.

It's gonna make a mess.

- [Trevor] I know, it's just I can't get...

[Sean] Fair enough.

Count backwards from three.

- [Trevor] Lads, I'm fucking shitting me-

- [Sean] Count or I put it in your fucking head!

[Trevor] Three.

[gun fires] [Trevor screams]

Fucking Jesus Christ!

- [Francis] What the fuck did you do that for?

What?

He said left.

What's the difference?

- [Francis] You were told to let him choose.

[Sean] Relax you will ye?

- Do you think this is a fucking game?

- [Trevor] Sorry lads, I'm losing a lot of blood-

- Stop talking for a second, Trevor.

What's your problem?

- If you ever pull a stunt like that again.

I'll put you down there beside him

You.

You're my fucking problem.

Right.

Right, you!

Want me to shoot you in the left leg, Trevor?

No, no, Sean, actually.

The right is fine, I wanted to play football again.

It's grand.

[Sean] Yeah?

Just one more thing.

Are you ever gonna move heroin in my city again are ye?

No, no.

Honest to God, I've learned me lesson.

[sobs] I'm sorry.

He says he's sorry.

Right, case closed.

Look, I have things to do, people to see yeah?

- [Trevor] Any chance of a lift to the hospital, lads?

[Francis] Come on.

[Sean] Full moon

Huh?

- How does the man on the moon cut his hair?

[Sean] What?

Eclipse it.

He clips it?

Aw fuck off.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

[Francis] Night.

Are you all right yeah?

Yeah.

Right.

- What was the point of all that?

All what?

- [Francis] Youngfella was harmless.

- Ours is not to question why and all that, brother.

[Francis sighs]

[dramatic music]

[Joe] See you tomorrow, Liz.

Not back 'til Monday.

You lucky sod.

- [Elizabeth] I can hear your bones creaking from here.

Enough of your cheek.

Liz?

- Do me a favor and run on up the road there.

Move on up the road now!

- What does that look like to you?

[phone ringing]

[Francis knocking]

[Sean] All right.

What are you doing here?

[Francis] Is Marie home?

- No, she's at her ma's with the kids.

What's up?

Tea?

[Francis] Any clean mugs?

Where is Marie?

I told you, she's at her ma's.

[Francis] And when she back?

I don't know.

Later.

And the kids?

- What's with the interrogation, brother

Now I'm after tellin you

She's at her ma's with the kids.

She'll be back later.

- What do we know about that up there?

You know what I know.

Women and children in a cafe?

No warning call?

- Two youngfellas beaten to death in a cell, Francis.

Any intel on the dead?

None on our side.

[Francis] Who were they then?

I don't know.

I don't really care to think about it either, brother.

Look.

You chose to eat in the chip shop

around them murdering scumbags.

I'm just saying.

It is what it is.

- The girl on the phone last night.

Rosie.

What about her?

She's from Belfast.

Ah don't tell me.

What's wrong with you?

Do you know who she is?

Do you know where she's from?

How do you know she's not one of these MI5's or something?

She's not.

She is a Protestant though.

And she was in Belfast today.

- Yeah. And you just happened to meet her

when our American friend is in town.

- She's a student in Trinity for fuck's sake.

Nothing to do with anything.

You're 100% sure about that?

Yeah.

So why didn't you tell anyone?

We sent that up there.

- How do you know that's what we sent up?

It's paid for with drug money.

Oh yeah, it's that simple.

Innocent women and children.

- You knew what the money was for.

And you knew what the explosives were for.

So don't come over all

Johnny fucking Morals were me, brother!

Women and children.

No warning call.

They do just as bad to us.

And they have a government backing them.

Now I don't know what game you're playing

coming over here selling some fucking

guilt trip on my doorstep.

But maybe if you would've come to me and spoke to me.

Yeah?

Told me about your proddy girlfriend.

Maybe we could have sorted something,

you wouldn't be in this predicament.

Speak to you?

I can't speak to you.

No one can speak to you, Sean.

Where's Marie?

Where's your kids, Sean?

Well come on, speak!

Where's your fucking family?

Yeah.

I thought so.

Da was right about you.

Sean against the fucking world.

Fuck you!

[Francis] Sit down.

Sit down, Sean.

Fuck you!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

We had the same life!

Why are you so fucking angry?

- You fucked us on this one, brother.

Not me.

This is gonna have to be reported up.

Or she has to go.

It's one or the other.

No one's going anywhere.

And no one's reporting anything.

You hear me?

We've paid our dues.

- And what's that supposed to mean?

I'm out.

Let's just go.

Let's just stop.

Let's go abroad for a while.

Just be normal.

I enjoy it too much.

We get to do what everyone else wants to do.

But they don't have the balls to do it.

Okay Sean.

Well you might want to clean up in here a bit.

Just in case they decide to bring

a parade through your kitchen for you.

[chuckles] Good one.

Look at me.

Look at me!

This ends now.

Yeah.

If you say so.

[door slams]

Thanks.

Is everything all right?

I just seen all the stuff in the news.

You tell me, Francis.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

I mean up there, are you okay?

Who are you?

[Francis] Who am I?

What do you mean?

- Why did two men come to my dad's shop

this morning asking a million questions

about me and what I'm doing in Dublin?

Who were they?

Is your dad okay?

- Is there a reason he shouldn't be?

Who were those men?

Rosie, listen to me.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Well I think you do, Francis.

Just stay away from me and my family.

Leave us alone.

Tell those men we're nothing to do with this.

- So I don't get to say anything?

Can you be honest?

Yeah.

- Which part of the truth do you want to start with?

[Francis sighs]

Just promise me my family will be safe.

I promise.

[dramatic guitar music]

[Finn knocking]

[louder knocking]

You're out?

The rules, Francis.

He gave you a chance to tell him.

Listen.

We need to come in and talk.

Never Declan is it?

Always manages to keep his own hands clean.

- Either I go in and talk to you.

Or they go and talk to her.

If nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about.

[bangs on car]

What, do you think I'm stupid?

She's a civilian.

And you know me, for fuck's sake.

And you know me.

This is happening.

Why are you doing this?

You did this.

I'm just cleaning it up.

- Finally getting into the trenches.

Don't forget who I am, son.

Sit.

- What did you tell them about me?

A student.

Trinity.

Yeah?

- Did you do a background check on her?

No.

Why would I?

She works in the pub-

From the Crumlin Road.

Her folks, Rodney and Jane,

run a little butcher's off the Shankill.

And of course you knew.

She have two uncles who are RUC.

And a cousin in the Orange Order.

I'll take that as a no, shall I?

Let's just say this is all a bit of a mix up.

And that you didn't intentionally put this young girl

into a very dangerous predicament.

Never mind our thing.

Let's just say this is some sort of a misunderstanding.

Then I'm forced to think well if that's all it is,

why doesn't he just tell me about this?

What am I gonna do with you, Francis?

You do what you have to do.

Always with that tone.

- [Francis] Why did you tell her about me?

- A very high opinion of yourself, haven't you?

Hmm?

Not everything is about you, Francis.

Is it?

I mean she's a smart girl.

Trinity and all that.

And you know, smart girls usually

put two and two together.

And maybe she comes up with an answer that

tells her to keep her fucking mouth shut.

She is a smart girl.

Isn't she, Francis?

Isn't she?

Yeah.

- You think you're better than us?

Is that what this is?

'Cause I'll tell you something.

When your time comes.

You're going to the same place

everybody else in this room is going to.

It's time to own who you are.

So who are you, Francie?

I'm fond of you, son.

I am.

But that's the difference between

you and your brother here.

You're always forcing me to doubt your loyalty.

- I've always been loyal to the cause.

But are you loyal to me?

You still fucked up, Francis.

Luckily for you some things can be forgiven.

Others not so much.

Help your brother, Francis.

Fucking help me, Francis!

♪ Tell me the hopes that surround you ♪

♪ I want to look inside your head ♪

♪ Yes I do

♪ I've seen all your qualifications ♪

♪ You got from the Sorbonne

♪ And the painting you stole from Picasso ♪

♪ Your loveliness goes on and on ♪

♪ Yes it does

♪ When you go on your summer vacation ♪

♪ You go to Juan-les-Pins

♪ With your carefully designed topless swimsuit ♪

What the fuck did you do?

What did we do, Francis.

Eh?

What did we do.

What did we do, Francis.

He never got the order up north for the Byrne thing.

They already had the money for the American.

This cheeky cunt was taxing the drug dealers.

And keeping it for himself.

Now look, Smiley hole is heading up north for a bit, yeah?

I'm gonna run things down here.

So if you're finished with your little sulk.

Want to give me a hand?

♪ Your name, it is heard in high places ♪

♪ You know the Aga Khan

♪ He sent you a race horse for Christmas ♪

♪ And you keep it just for fun

♪ For a laugh, ha ha ha

♪ They say that when you get married ♪

♪ It'll be to a millionaire

Looks like I got a promotion.

♪ But they don't realize where you came from ♪

♪ And I wonder if they really care or give a damn ♪

Doesn't end.

You coming?

[rhythmic drumming]

♪ As I walk the streets of Dublin town ♪

♪ I hear melodies from all around ♪

♪ Old buildings tell old stories ♪

♪ Of fallen men

♪ And glories

♪ See the Liffey flow from O'Connell Street ♪

♪ Under Clearys Clock

♪ Old romantics meet

♪ Down Temple Bar

♪ Through the Liberties

♪ And shooting buses

♪ With Bang Bang's keys

♪ The Auld Triangle

♪ Molly Malone

♪ Poor Paddy snared on Raglan Road ♪

♪ The rare auld times

♪ Alive alive oh

♪ Luke and Ronnie up to Monto

[violin solo]

♪ I find the urge

♪ To write a song

♪ The city provides

♪ Inspiration

♪ The shoulders of giants

♪ I stand upon

♪ The spirit that fights

♪ Lives on and on

♪ The Auld Triangle

♪ Molly Malone

♪ Poor Paddy snared on Raglan Road ♪

♪ The rare auld times

♪ Alive alive oh

♪ Luke and Ronnie up to Monto