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Do you know him? Only his nickname.

Soupy.

Look, Stevie... Stop, Grace.

There's a syringe. I've got the gloves.

From now on,

DS Canning will be working closely with your section.

In what way? In whatever way he sees fit.

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?

You don't give me orders.

Ever. One word from me,

and the Dubliners just cut you loose.

Shit. Sorry.

Sorry about walking in on you.

Oh, that's all right. At least I had my trousers on.

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?"

Did they ever convict anyone for the bomb?

Grace, your gun! Armed police!

I was just wondering maybe if you-you wanted to, like,

go out sometime. Aye.

Woohoo!

You stepping in when it gets physical

it's happening all the time.

Grace, all I'm trying to do...

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

I never have.

I'll be round your place later on the night.

Make sure you have

everything ready for me. Right?

If we do this, there's no going back.

You know that. Move or die.

♪ I've seen your face in every place that I'll be going

♪ I read your words like black, hungry birds read every sowing

♪ Rise and fall, spin and call

♪ And my name is Carnival

♪ Sad music in the night sings a scream of light out of chorus

♪ And voices you might hear appear and disappear in the forest

♪ Short and tall, throw the ball

♪ And my name is Carnival. ♪

Hello. Hey.

Exactly halfway between Derry and Belfast.

Tell you what - you really know how to show a girl a good time.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just the... Yeah.

Terrible shift patterns. I know.

Hi, yo use. Hiya.

Um, have you got any avocado on toast?

I can give you mushy peas and you can pretend it's avocado.

Um, I'll have scrambled eggs, please.

Er, no toast.

I'll have a large fry.

And I'll have the toast

that he's not having. Now we're talking!

Thank you. Thanks.

You look different.

Gym?

I, er, started doing a bit of kick boxing.

Kick boxing?

All right, RoboCop!

And you, you've, er...

I grew my hair out. Yeah.

So, I'm glad you rang.

Are you?

Aye.

Just ringing out of the blue like that

no text, no messing about.

Strong.

You definitely took a beat, though, didn't you?

Yes.

Uniform from 76. We are one minute out. Over.

Roger that, 76.

Shit. Barney,

where's that Fire Service?

76, Fire Service is five minutes out. Over.

Bollocks.

Take off your flakker.

Somebody help them!

There's people upstairs.

I'll go. You wait for the Fire Service.

No, I'm coming too.

Take off your jacket.

Stairs will be straight ahead.

Stay low. All right?

All right?

OK? Yeah.

Stay low. Hold on to me. OK.

Help!

Somebody!

Come on.

Help us!

All right, come on.

Stay low.

Help us! We're coming!

I can't see anything.

Hello! Help me!

We're on our way!

Help us!

OK.

Watch your foot. Somebody!

All right. Hello?

My son!

My son! Shit.

Help!

They're here. Here.

Get us out of here!

It's OK. It's OK. Don't panic.

It's OK, darling. Anybody else

in the house? No.

All right. Stay down.

Stay low, stay low.

Stay down, stay down. You're all right.

Just keep going. Stay low.

It's OK, it's OK.

We're fine. It's OK. Go, go, go.

Stay low, stay low.

Just keep going. We're nearly there, nearly there.

Come on - go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Come here, wee man. Come here, son.

Get it all out now. Get it all out.

Shane!

Shane!

Shane!

Natalie! Oh, my God! Natalie!

Come here. Natalie, you OK, love?

Come here. Come here. It's OK. I've got you.

Are you all right? Just breathe. Just breathe, just breathe.

It's OK. It's all right, it's OK.

OK. Come on.

Let's go. Let's get her onto the street.

Just watch as we cross. OK?

You all right? Come on.

It's OK.

It's all right.

When you drew your gun, did you shout a warning?

Yeah.

And what did you say?

Do you know what? I'd rather you just told me as you recall it.

Um...

I... I said, "Stop. Armed police."

"Show me your hands."

And how did the assailant respond?

He said, "Fucking shoot me, you bitch."

Do you believe you would have fired your gun

had your colleagues not overpowered him?

Er, well, um...

Well, you know that

the Glock 17 doesn't have the traditional safety catch,

right? Mm-hm.

You have the trigger safety first in front of the trigger.

And you press that down.

You have to squeeze it.

And then you squeeze it until you reach the trigger,

and then you pull the trigger itself.

And then it fires.

Well, I had the trigger safety fully depressed.

And I started to apply pressure to the trigger itself.

And, well, I was just waiting for the bang.

Inspector McNally. Geraldine.

Got everything you need? Yeah.

Everything's in order.

Keep an eye on Constable Ellis, yeah?

I keep an eye on all my people.

You don't much like me, do you?

I think you're the hindsight police.

I haven't heard that one before.

Very good.

In my report to the Policing Board,

I'll be saying the reason your officers found themselves

in such a terrible situation

is because a man who should have been arrested

earlier in the day was not arrested.

Just hang on a minute. And the reason he was not arrested

is because there was simply not enough police cells available

in the city to justify his arrest.

I'll be saying that front-line police officers

are currently operating

in an almost impossible situation,

and that they deserve better.

Inspector, I hope that someday you come to realise

that you and I are actually on the same side.

I'll walk myself out.

All right? Hey.

What have you got there, then?

Here?

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Uh-huh.

Yeah...

Well, just some pork belly sausage rolls

with capsicum and chilli jam.

What, would you like to try one?

Er...

Yeah. Yeah, go on, then. Maybe just one.

Oh, my God.

They're good.

Mm, they're good.

Mmm!

I'm sorry.

About...

Well, about everything, really.

Yeah. Me too.

Still want to be friends?

You bloody eejit!

You're making it worse.

Here. Thanks.

All right, all right. Settle down, everyone.

OK.

So, the address that was attacked this morning

was one of multiple properties in Mount Eden

used by Jim Dixon.

His girlfriend and son had just moved in there last week.

Lucky for Dixon, he was staying elsewhere.

So, good work, Constables Conlon and Bradley.

If you hadn't been there,

we'd most likely be looking at a double murder.

So, observations.

The girlfriend said she locked the front door

before going to bed,

so somebody must have chucked a petrol bomb into the kitchen

and then legged it.

Any CCTV? No.

OK, so it looks like this Dixon-Hamill rivalry

has now escalated to a full-blown loyalist feud.

So we need to be on the lookout

for possible reprisal attacks.

OK, today we're flying the flag in Mount Eden.

If you're not on another specific call,

I want you out patrolling the estate. High visibility.

Dixon, Hamill, everybody else on this list

automatic stop and searches.

Anything of interest, you feed it back to me immediately. OK?

Just to be clear, tensions are high.

Only stop and search if you feel it is viable.

Don't start something that we can't finish.

Yeah. Don't hold back, though.

Should anything escalate, we'll get you backup quickly.

All right? Well, that's crystal clear.

OK, Tommy, I'm with you on 74.

Have you two been checked out by the FMO?

Yeah. Good.

All right. Well, get cleaned up

and get back out on 76.

Grace, Stevie, 72.

Everyone else, sharp eyes save lives. Yeah?

What the fuck are you doing? What?

You don't give operational orders to a response section.

Sorry.

Always amazes me we've a museum

for something we just fucked up.

It was the iceberg.

Yeah, always somebody else's fault.

Top marks for persistence, though.

Now, what exactly does a nobody like you want with me?

You heard somebody went after Dixie this morning?

Petrol bomb.

So?

Feels like the start of something.

Something bad.

Well, what's it to you?

I have to live there. Me and my family.

Well, you know where's nice? Spain.

Nine months, give or take.

That's how long those two muppets

have had the connection with you.

And what have they done in that time?

Covered the city in drugs.

Got far too greedy.

Got the peelers interested.

It is bad for business, Tina.

Bad for the Dubliners.

Bad for you.

Listen, son

you don't know me or my business.

Let's just keep it that way.

First class.

Second class.

Third class.

Me and you wouldn't have been in any of those.

We would have been way down in steerage,

packed in like animals.

And when the boat started sinking,

they would've locked the doors.

Dixon and Hamill would have went down with the ship.

But you and me, Tina

we would have found a way out, wouldn't we?

Somehow.

Because that's what people like us do.

We survive, no matter what.

You have my number.

Come in.

In the name of God, Helen, a loyalist feud?

Why didn't we see this coming?

Yeah, there's always been tensions there, ma'am.

But this is a surprise. Yes.

I thought intelligence gathering was your job.

We don't have any current intelligence assets

in Mount Eden, ma'am. Oh, for Christ's sake.

What about the neighbourhood policing team?

They should know the ground there.

Well? They no longer exist, ma'am.

They were cut when Mayfield and Blackthorn amalgamated.

Please tell me you're joking.

So we have nothing.

No assets, no insights?

Nothing?!

There is one person, ma'am. He knows the ground.

He's no longer with the section, though.

Still a serving officer? Yes, ma'am.

Then bring him back immediately.

I'll sign off a temporary transfer.

That could be problematic, ma'am.

Why?

Finish!

Sir... You've got a visitor.

I'm busy.

Apparently, it's urgent, sir.

This place brings back a few memories.

What do you want, Helen?

We're looking at a loyalist feud in Mount Eden.

Dixon versus Hamill? Yeah.

Well, that was only a matter of time.

How so?

Well, Mount Eden was never big enough for both of them.

You worked that patch, didn't you?

Yeah.

I ran the neighbourhood team for five years.

Do you still have contacts there?

Yeah.

A few, maybe.

What exactly are you asking me here?

We need to get a lid on this thing fast.

I've got Nicola Robinson breathing down my neck.

I've got Murray Canning trying to run the section.

So?

I need you to come back in

for a few days.

Help us get a handle on this. Aye...

Right.

I don't think so. Jonty...

Are you wise?

Me - back there?

I know it's not ideal. Ideal?

Not ideal? Fuck me!

Are you telling me you'd rather be here?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I'm telling you.

You owe us. Oh, here we go.

You think

because you petitioned for me to keep my job.

A job

that I should be grateful to you.

I didn't say you owe me. I said you owe us,

the section.

Do they still hate you for what happened? Yeah, they do.

But we're up against it now, Jonty, big time.

I have a young team.

We're policing an area that could explode at any minute,

and we're flying completely fucking blind.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy. I know it won't be.

But you owe us.

Nicola Robinson will never allow it.

She won't let me back there, not after what happened.

She'll not clear it.

She already has.

Oh

Bollocks.

Hmm...

Checkmate.

Balls. Oi, watch your language.

And stop being so aggressive

with your opening.

Go on, back to school.

Can I go down the town later? Absolutely not.

Ma, everyone's going. Yeah, everyone except you.

I love you. Shut up.

All right, Uncle Lee? All right, mate.

What's that?

Remember Soupy?

That's him.

Lee... Jesus.

What?

No point in telling lies.

Go on to school.

For God's sake. What?

You heard about the petrol bomb?

There's going to be war now.

Not our war.

We have to live here, though. Henry has to live here.

Do you ever wonder why we do?

What do you mean?

Why we stay.

I mean, Dixon wants this place.

Do you ever just think, "Why don't we just sell it to him",

"go somewhere else"? Because it's home.

Home is somewhere

you're supposed to feel safe, Mags, happy.

Do you feel either of those things?

What are you saying?

I'm saying I don't want to leave either.

But I don't want to live like this.

So why do we accept it?

Da accepted it, and the stress killed him.

Soupy there accepted it.

He's not looking too good either.

What choice have we got?

We have to accept it.

No. You see, that's the thing.

You have a choice.

You always have a choice.

It's just that most people try to convince themselves

that they don't, because they're

because they're scared.

Have you been at the self-help books again?

Lee, they're right to be scared,

because it's real.

What's real?

Fucking

this.

Life.

Men with guns

who can fuck up your life

or end it whenever they want.

We can change it.

No, we can't.

I can.

What?

You just have to trust me. OK?

Oh, shit.

What have you done?

Lee, what the fuck have you done?

You just have to trust me.

What are they doing here?

It's not marching season.

It is now.

So, the 1978 Stuarts fish and chip shop bombing.

Six people were killed.

Still, there have been questions about it for years,

rumours in the press.

What do you mean?

Um, that the investigation was flawed.

Deliberately flawed. Some kind of cover-up.

Look, Jen, ten years ago,

we might have pursued a case like this, but not any more.

They're a nightmare. No, look, I know.

But listen to this.

In 2006, a former RUC Special Branch officer

named Robin Graham tried to sue the government for PTSD

acquired during the Troubles.

I dug out his witness statement from the files.

It mentions this specific bombing.

The case just... disappeared.

Withdrawn.

Why are you interested in this?

So, I have a potential client, Alan Kelly.

He lost his father and brother in the attack.

Jen... I mean, I could look into it

on my own time.

OK.

If you insist. OK.

Why would you have a decaf coffee?

It's like having an alcohol-free beer.

I like alcohol-free beer. Of course you do.

What are you doing? Jesus!

Oh! Oh, look at his face!

Are you OK? No. No! Help him!

Quickly. Quick!

Oi!

Police! Stop!

Stop where you are. Stop!

Hey, hey!

Stop where you are! Shit.

OK. Uniform 74. We need an ambulance

on Jarlath Street. Over.

Out of the way! Stop where you are!

Police! Stop where you are!

Run, Forrest, run!

Get out of here, yer bastards!

No!

All right there, Carl Frampton?

He's OK for custody.

What?

I'm just remembering your face, mate,

for the next time I see you.

Dead old, mate.

And Davy Hamill

has just turned up at the hospital now.

All right. Copy that. Cheers, Barney.

The injured lad was only 17.

Gareth Hamill.

Davy Hamill's son?

So... it's a reprisal attack. Looks that way.

You go after my son, I'll go after yours. Scumbags.

Hey, watch how you talk

when you're wearing that uniform, yeah?

Skipper.

For God and Ulster, eh, Keith?

Go fuck yourself.

Keith here fancies himself as being a bit of a scrapper.

Goes around telling people

he's never lost a fight in his life.

You lost today, though, didn't you, big man?

So, what's going on here?

Why are they going to war? Why now?

Did Hamill torch Dixon's house? Hmm?

I'll not push you too hard, Keith.

Even if you told me something, it wouldn't be worth much.

Do you know why?

Cos you're a thick bastard.

And nobody tells you anything anyway.

I take it the witnesses aren't saying much?

No, nothing at all.

Inspector Gadget, fuck off!

What? Nothin'.

Let's get you into a nice warm cell, shall we?

Where you belong.

All right, lads. Fuck off.

Yeah. Happy to, mate.

You OK?

Yeah. Just the smoke from earlier.

You know the best thing for smoke inhalation?

Beer inhalation.

Really? Yeah.

So, do you fancy it?

What? A drink. After work.

You being serious? Extremely.

Don't know. Maybe.

Maybe?

As in... yes?

Thank you.

I'll have a triple whisky.

That's good whisky. Mm.

32-year-old Scotch.

Glen... Bullshit?

Rab, why is your flute band upstairs in my bar?

That's what I'm about to find out.

So, why are we here?

All right, lads?

That's Soupy in there. Corporal Ian Campbell.

He fought for his country

stood up for what he believed in.

And there he is.

In a flowerpot.

We'll give him his send-off march - tonight,

six o'clock. You what?

Three or four tunes. Once around the estate.

Lee, we can't march.

We haven't filled in an application form.

An application...

Troops march - 1920.

Those are the ones that survived the Great War.

Do you think that they filled in a form

to ask permission to march?

Did they?!

No! No, they did not.

Six o'clock. Starting here.

Lee. Lee...

There's a feud going on.

You march tonight, people come out to see it,

the whole place could explode.

Have you asked Dixie if it's all right?

Lee?

You have to ask Dixie.

Soupy gets his send-off.

OK?

Your first loyalist feud.

Now you're a real peeler. Ha.

Oh, shit. That's Jim Dixon.

Uniform from Bravo Lima 72.

We are on Stanford Gardens

and we're pulling over Jim Dixon. Over.

72, received. Over.

Er, hey. No.

72 from 76. Heard your last. We're in the area.

We'll take a drive past.

Yeah!

Fuck off.

Oh, lovely.

Hello, sir.

Can you show me your driving licence, please?

Sir? Why?

OK...

OK. Under the Justice and Security Act Northern Ireland

2007, Schedule 3,

I'm detaining you for the purposes of a search.

Do you intend to comply

with said search?

Thank you.

Oi, missus!

OK, sir. Can I ask you to step out of the vehicle, please?

Sir?

Sir, I'm asking if you can step out of the vehicle, please.

Is that right, love?

OK.

No problem.

What do you want to do now?

You want to strip me?

Only if you do it too.

I think you should watch yourself. OK?

Now... can you raise your hands

and then my colleague can come and search you?

Sir?

I'm asking you

can you raise your hands, please?

All right. Hands up!

Get your fucking hands off me!

Grace... It's fine.

Your friend wants to help you here.

Wow.

Are you two fucking or something?

OK. Put your hands...

Hands up, please.

Stevie!

Shit.

Leave him alone!

So, is your boyfriend OK?

I think you need to shut up now. Hmm?

Car's clean.

Yeah.

So... what happened?

Just, er...

Just got out of control.

Look, he's going to go for an assault complaint here.

And he won't be short of witnesses.

Yeah, well, he attacked her first, so...

Is that right? Excuse me?

Here. I'll have a word with him. All right?

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, out.

There's nothing to see. Go home.

You recognise me?

No?

What about her?

I suppose last time you saw us,

we'd a bit of soot in our faces

saving the lives of your missus and kid.

Aye. Yeah.

Well, I hope you get your wee medal.

Look...

I reckon if you don't file some bullshit complaint here

we could call it evens.

Is that right? That's right.

What is the story with those two?

Er, none of your business.

It's my new section, Constable Conlon.

Everything is my business.

He's into her and told her about a year ago.

She's obviously into him,

but she thinks doing something about it would be a mistake.

And so the compromise is

that they just spend ten hours a day together in a car.

Pretty much. Yeah.

Messy. Yep.

No. I said no.

Mags... Listen. No.

Listen.

I'll do you a deal, OK?

You and me walk alongside,

and the first hint of trouble

you and Henry go home straight away.

Yeah?

Ma, please.

Please.

Yeah?

This could get messy, Rab. Right. OK, I'll talk to him.

Lee, this is madness.

If you don't want to march at the head of the band, don't.

I haven't missed a parade in 20 years.

OK.

Your choice.

Rab...

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Right, lads. Once round the block.

This is for Soupy. Fall in!

Band, 'shun!

Band... ready!

Band on the roll.

By the right, quick march.

It started a few minutes ago.

We don't know where they're going.

Have we got any backup? What do you think?

OK, everyone, look, follow my orders to the letter

and don't lose your heads. Yeah?

OK. Let's go.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Marching.

I didn't give permission for this.

Sorry. Forgot to ask.

You what?

You're fucked, son. Do you hear me?

You're really fucked now.

Come here.

Ma... Come on. Now.

HELEN: Barney, where are those TSGs?

Tasked and inbound, Helen. 15 minutes.

Shit.

What? Look. Dixon.

And over there Hamill. This could kick off.

Sandra.

I'm the section skipper.

Are you leading this assembly?

I am.

Well, this parade has not been notified.

It's therefore illegal

under the Public Processions Act of Northern Ireland 1998.

I'm therefore asking you to disperse - immediately.

Can I have a word? Who are you?

This band is associated with my pub.

We're just having a wee memorial march for our friend.

You don't have permission. I know.

I'm sorry.

Do you think we could just

turn around and march back the way we came?

Leave it there?

Straight back?

All right. Off you go.

Thank you, Sergeant.

All right, lads.

About turn.

Back to the Loyal.

Drummers ready.

Band, on the roll.

By the right, quick march.

You're fuckin' done, Dixie.

You fuck with my family...

Any time, Davy. Bring it on. Keep on slathering, Dixie!

You fucking mouthpiece!

You're a dead man walking. No giving it.

Go home to your ma.

So

Is it a maybe or is it a yes?

Robin Graham?

Hi, I'm Jen Robinson.

I'm a solicitor at McAleer & Hamilton.

Er, sorry I didn't call first. All I had was the address.

I, um... So, I'm looking into an incident

that happened during the Troubles in 1978

when you were a serving police officer.

I believe you were involved in the investigation.

The Stuarts chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No.

But, Mr Graham, I... No.

We need to leave the past alone.

That march - who put you up to it?

Hamill?! You're on his side now?

No, Dixie, I just want...

That wee sideline you've got - the weed.

It's finished. Over.

Done. Do you hear me?!

And this place pays double from now on!

What's that?

No...

No fucking way.

No, no, you didn't.

I didn't know Natalie and the wee man were there.

I'm sorry about that.

I thought it was you.

Nowhere is safe for you now.

Nowhere.

Hey... Shit.

I thought I'd seen enough flames today.

These are the good kind.

Until tomorrow.

We'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow.

Sounds like a plan. That's right.

Ooh.

You're bad!

Shit. So, quick question. Hope you don't mind.

Fire away.

Married, girlfriend...? Go.

Er, no

and... no.

Hmm. How come?

I could ask you the same thing.

Hmm.

Too busy being a peeler.

Aye. Same.

Can you dance?

Now? Yes.

Nobody else is dancing.

And what? Who cares?

Yeah, yeah, course I can dance.

♪ So how can I protect you

♪ In this brave new world...? ♪

♪ How can I protect you

♪ In this brave new world...? ♪

Close your eyes.

It's easier.