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We need more resources on this migrant issue. Why? There was a car outside the

migrant centre. Took off when the sauce came up false plates.

Have you talked to any community workers?

That protest.

Did you look at who attacked them?

Dubliners. They're coming in here. They're taking people's grievances and

turning up the heat.

The last time we were on the Lee Thompson, he was using his old army

bodies to move drugs.

What if he never changed what he was doing?

You and Tina McIntyre killed two members of the Ginley gang. The reason you're

not dead already is because I'm making money and so are they.

We're already running on a skeleton crew and they want to close a police station.

It's a numbers game. We need to keep pushing those statistics.

We make a difference in the small things, we can start to make a

difference in the big ones. Really? Because right now it feels like we're

not making a difference to anything.

Mr. McIntyre, you will not disrupt the proceedings of this court. He can't get

through the trial. His head's gone. You're asking us to stop a murder trial.

No, I'm telling you.

Members of the jury, I hereby direct you to find the defendants not guilty.

I know you had something to do with that.

There's something I want to show you.

What's that?

The truth.

This is over.

No, it isn't.

You're not from here.

You don't really understand how things work.

Oh, but I do, Tina.

Okay. Would you rather not be able to stop laughing at a funeral,

or... Not be able to stop crying at a wedding?

Mmm, crying at a wedding.

But you can always say that you're happy and emotional.

Would you rather always have to say everything that's

in your head or never speak again?

Never ever speak again.

It's pretty dark in there, like...

Oh, God.

Car. Is he stopping?

Yeah.

Blitz.

Oh, I can't make those out.

Somebody's got night.

Grace, is that the car from the other day?

Go, go, go.

Where's the demon?

No, no, no, no!

Are

you

okay?

Yeah. Go on.

Uniform from 7-2, front pursuit west on Matchill Street. We need backup, over.

Roger, 7-2. Any call sign in the vicinity of Matchill Street, come into

uniform.

Uniform from 7-2, we have three pipe bombs. We have three unexploded pipe

bombs in the back of this car.

We need backup now, Barney! Backup now!

Repeat, 7-2. Get inside the house now, please!

Please, Barney!

7-2 Uniform, 7-0 is one minute odds.

Barney!

Get off me!

We need to cordon this area off now. The whole area. There are three unexploded

pipe bombs in the back of that car.

Annie!

Annie!

Annie!

Annie, are you okay?

I'm okay. You sure?

Yeah. Yeah. You sure? Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah.

Hi. Hi.

Can I come in?

Um, it's not a good time.

I'm sorry.

Can you live with it, Helen?

With what?

With all those secrets you're carrying.

I had nothing to do with what happened in that court. But your boss did, didn't

she?

You're all in it together. No, it does not work like that. Doesn't it?

Um, what's going on?

The Chief Inspector was just leaving.

Come in, Jen.

Hi. Hi.

Mum.

What is this?

There's something I need to know.

Ma. What happens now?

Now... we just get on with it.

Your dad's trial's next and there's a good chance he's gonna get away with

time served.

And then we have some decisions to make as a family.

What kind of decisions?

Oh, plenty of money. It's maybe time to start enjoying it.

Listen, son.

Will people talk about what happened in that courtroom?

Maybe.

Will they be able to prove anything?

Nah.

So everything's gonna be okay?

Couple of weeks this'll all blow over like it always does.

Come in.

Helen.

Sit down.

Okay.

Go on, ask me.

What happened in that court case, ma'am?

MI5 said if it continued, the source would be exposed.

It was nothing I could do, Helen, nothing I could say.

Will that be all, ma'am?

No, I'm afraid not.

You're about to receive an email from headquarters.

Three pipe bombs, a petrol bomb.

Did you get a look at this person?

No, sir, he was masked.

I think I heard him, to be honest.

I put my finger in his eye.

And why were you there?

Because we had a feeling.

Oh, you had a feeling, right?

Yeah.

Do you have any thoughts, sir?

Thoughts? Do you have any thoughts about who's behind all this?

Constable, I'm Special Branch.

If I was to tell you all my thoughts, I'd be ordinary, Branch, wouldn't I?

Oh, come on, honey.

Oh, so you're Connolly?

Yeah.

OK, thanks.

I can't believe you're showing me this.

I need corroboration.

Corroboration? What can I do?

No, I can't be involved in this. This is what you do, isn't it?

Legacy cases, state collusion. Sandra, that is my mother's signature.

Fuck. And it was my husband, Jen.

It was Jerry.

No, I can't.

Oh, is this what you want?

To spend your whole life trying to unearth the truth except for this one

time?

This one time when it really fucking matters. I don't understand what you

think I can do. Did your mother ever say anything about her role in the branch?

Any connection with informants, agents, any of it?

Did she ever talk about it?

All right, folks.

As you're aware, Sergeant Cliff has asked for some privacy at this time.

If anything else changes, I'll let you know.

All right, let's get started.

I know you're angry.

I am too.

Mum.

Can you tell us why the court case collapsed?

I can't, no.

Do you know, ma'am?

Excuse me?

Do you know why, but you just can't tell us?

I'm sorry, that's all I have to say on the matter.

You all know that recently I've been pushing you to increase our crime

statistics.

I don't want you to do that anymore.

It's no longer a priority.

Just back to business as usual, yeah?

Right, folks, you heard the chief inspector.

Let's get back out there and do our jobs.

Business as usual, lads. Aye. What is that exactly?

You know what I think?

The problem around here is secret.

Always has been.

And you know, I know we all have thoughts about exactly what is going on,

but we just never come together and share it.

Because it's not our job.

What do you mean it's not our job?

What's the alternative?

We just fly blind?

Because that's what we're all doing. All of us, every day, out there. Just flying

bloody blind.

That's what happened to Gerry.

He knew he was flying blind.

He knew we all were.

And it drove him mad.

That's why he went in there that day.

Because he knew that the McIntyres were working with the Ginleys and he knew

nobody was going to do anything to stop it.

Well, exactly.

But what do we think?

What do we think here, now, all of us?

Oh, come on, guys.

Right, I'll go.

Lee Thompson's running drugs.

And again, Lee's on the drugs.

You know, somebody's making this migrant issue ten times worse and it's not just

like us.

Anybody else?

Tina McIntyre stopped that court case.

Don't know how, but she did.

Bosses here knew about it, but they didn't object.

Anna, come on, we don't know that, like, for sure. Do you want my instincts or

not?

They're throwing sand.

She's right.

McIntyres and the Gainleys throw sand in our faces.

To blind us.

Threats against cops.

The bomb attack on the Chief Super.

Getting those dissidents to try and take you out last year.

They're taking the problems we're dealing with anyway and they're making

them worse.

Business as usual.

So that's why Gerry went there that day?

It happened?

He'd been watching the Macintyre Empire grow for years.

I think it finally got too much for him.

She, um...

She told me that she cleaned everything up.

How do you mean?

My mum, um... Around the time I was born, they had a clear out of agents,

informants.

They paid some of them off, handed others over to MI5.

She did that.

And that meeting in the court yesterday, I think that was MI5 too.

So it fits.

John, it's still early.

What do you think happened there?

What are you on about?

Look at it.

I don't know what you're saying anymore.

Court case collapsing like that.

The McIntyres. It stinks.

This has to stop, John.

You're seeing things.

And even if there is something behind it, so what?

Who cares anymore?

I fucking care.

The reason you're thinking about all this is because you don't want to think

about him.

Don't you? You don't want to think about Kieran. Don't say that. What?

His name.

Kieran. He was our son, John.

And maybe you want to deal with this by not thinking about him and not talking

about him. I can't.

Okay, I have to talk about him.

Enough is enough.

You couldn't wait a couple of days.

I told you to wait and you couldn't. The people I represent are not patient.

He had a deal. Yeah, and the deal was you would listen to me.

I had two peelers walk in the shipment yesterday.

They're on the lee.

So he's useless?

No, no, he's not useless. I told you there was a plan.

Peter's a look at him the way they looked at us. We'll move the business

somewhere else, keep one step ahead.

Same as always. The old magic.

Good, so he moved the shipment today.

Today? Nah, no way. Why not?

Well, we're not ready. I'm afraid that doesn't work for me. You see, the deal

was you would move a certain amount of my product twice a week, no questions

asked. And recently, you've been falling behind.

Well, I've been trying to make sure my family doesn't... Yes.

I profile want your son's name all over the news. Your family affairs,

publicity, intrigue, speculation. It's not how I like to do business.

But that's all overnight.

Oh, I hope so.

Otherwise, I walk away and you know where that leaves you.

Every Ginley in Dublin, coming north, looking for your head.

You have a backup plan, Mrs McIntyre, you always do.

Make it happen.

Today.

Morning, Edmund.

Grace Runt.

She is around somewhere. I just need her to finish her statements for the

McClellan case.

It's going to trial.

Good. Good news.

Oh.

I should have been great upstairs.

Well, it'll happen someday.

Yeah, we're not here, though.

Why not here?

Well, I got an email this morning from headquarters.

They're moving us out to a new hub in Bangor. They're moving child protection?

Yeah, in a couple of weeks.

Anyway, just tell Chris to give me a call.

All right? Yeah.

Not one of those guys on the bus has social media.

Yeah, of course not.

What about your man Collie from C3?

Will he see you again?

I don't know.

First date didn't go too well.

You're like a big pint of Guinness, mate.

What?

Unacquired taste.

Grace, Rob said some of those anti-fascists are from Dublin, right?

These three came down from the public order inquiry team.

Haven't been identified.

Okay, email them to me.

Grace.

Ah, Dennis.

God, it's a long time no see.

Come on.

Annie.

Annie.

Me and Dennis were at carnival together.

You always wanted to be in CID.

Well done, Dennis.

I heard you made a detective as well.

So, uh, this threat to Katie Close landed on your desk?

Yep. I can't believe I'm giving you background on this.

She can still talk anybody into anything, I see.

Mm-hmm. Yep. Have you got any forensics? For a note through a letterbox?

Chris, forensics is backed up for the next three months.

What, you haven't got anything?

No. It's a dead end.

Oh, I heard you had a lucky escape at the migrant centre earlier.

Oh, it was a blast.

What, are you running that, then?

No. C1 pulled it. That one's locked down.

Organised crime.

Why would they be on it?

Thank you.

Dennis, thank you.

She was top of the class, you know.

Of course she was.

You seen one?

Uh-huh.

Do you think they'll talk to us?

We're going to try, aren't you?

I am.

So what are you going to do?

Get it all out there.

Burn it down.

You don't need to be a part of it.

No?

There's already enough here.

I just needed to hear it from you.

To be sure.

The truth.

Finally.

Yeah.

Shit.

He's early.

Who? He should probably, um... Let me just...

Hi, David.

Sandra, I'm, uh... Listen, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday.

Thank you.

Um, I should tell you that, um...

Hi, John.

This is fucking ridiculous.

I've no choice, Lee. How?

Split your men up. Other coach companies, bus tours, single tickets on

the ferry.

But then our man in customs can't help us. So we take the risk.

Will they do it?

Your men?

We're trapped here, aren't we?

Hmm?

We're stuck.

No, no, no, no.

You're out of your minds, both of you.

Do you know what this is?

This is a time bomb. It's a ticking time bomb.

No, this is the truth.

Grow up! No, I'm not.

I think I should go.

No. Jen, Jen, Jen.

Why did you invite him here?

He was part of it.

And I deserve to know why.

What happened, David?

They didn't just recruit an informant, did they?

They recruited a police officer to look after him.

Whatever it is you have to say, I want to hear it too.

You have no idea what you're dealing with.

Or how.

So tell us.

The fucking Brits.

Security services, they'll destroy you. I don't care.

Have you thought about this?

Have you actually thought about what happens when this stuff gets out into

the world?

James McIntyre, in prison, a target.

Lunatic dissidents go after Tina McIntyre.

Son! So we go on protecting them?

Let them do what they want because they might be in danger?

Yeah.

Well, not anymore.

I can't help you.

I don't want your help.

I want you to tell me why you went along with it.

David.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Alone.

Okay, I'll let Constable Foster know that's all wrapped up.

Sergeant Neil, how would you describe morale at the moment?

Morale? Oh.

What's that?

Well, I suppose it's not surprising, given the circumstances.

What circumstances?

Er, nothing. Just, I mean... You mean what?

I just mean the, you know, the general circumstances.

You know, I really have to dash.

Constable Byrne?

Róisín Hu?

I'm, uh, Róisín.

Oh, I know who you are.

It's John.

My husband.

He's, uh... He's in a bad way.

Why?

Drinking.

Angry. Has he hurt you? No.

No. But I'm worried about him.

Rashi, why have you come here to see me?

Because you were there.

With Ciarán, you came to our house.

Has John committed a crime?

No.

But listen, I was thinking if you could talk to him.

What? He won't talk about him, you see, about Ciarán. He won't mention his name.

And I was thinking that maybe if he saw you again, he could talk about it or you

could talk about it. I need to get him to talk about Ciarán again.

Róisín, I can't do that. You need to help me. Listen, there's other people.

There's counsellors you can help. No, no, no, but you were there.

I can't do it. Why not?

Because I can't, all right?

I just can't.

There's a notice board at reception.

You can have a look at that. He needs to talk to you! I don't need to talk to

him!

Body worn from inside the bus the first time.

Body worn from the bus yard yesterday.

List the names.

Right, so... A team of workers going back and forth to sites in England. So

what? We saw them, sir. They were edgy.

Edgy?

Maybe you should call London, set up a Cobra meeting. What do you reckon?

They were anxious, sir.

Maybe they're doing the double.

Doing the what, sir?

Where you come from is called creative accounting.

Doing the double, signing on here and working in England happens all the time.

Well, sir, if we could just check... Look, lads.

This is pure speculation.

Well, isn't that what intelligence policing is?

Having a theory and going after it? Having a theory, yes.

But not a fantasy about ex-squaddies running coke on a fucking tour bus.

Now, do me a favour and get back to your real jobs. Go on, piss off.

I've got work to get on with.

Thank you.

Get me the military liaison officer at Palace Barracks, please.

Constable, are you out of your mind?

You think we're going to stand here in the car park and tell you what we're

working on? Oh, well, it would help. You know that car that we recovered?

The Gainleys are involved, aren't they?

What makes you say that?

Oh, landed on your desk, C1.

Organised crime.

Sir, we should go.

So fucking predictable.

What did you say to me, constable?

I said it's so fucking predictable.

I mean... Sir, no, hold on a second, Grace. This could be the Gimleys.

There were three viable bombs in that car. We're risking our lives out there.

We should be told about this stuff. Okay, okay.

They scrubbed the serial number off the chassis, but they missed one on the

axle. Connected to the Gimleys. Yeah.

Sir! Just hold on.

Now, what have you got for me?

A threatening letter was sent to an anti-migrant protester, a Katie Close.

What? What is it?

We found a book with pages just like that in the glove box of that car.

We'll take it on board?

No, no, no, I'm not done yet.

Fuck the hell.

Just, uh, take a look at these spaces.

Now, this lot, they were associated with an anti-fascist group that attacked the

protesters the other day.

CCTV caught them a mile away when they'd taken their masks off. So what?

Well, my guess is, if you run these faces past the Garda special branch,

then it'll turn out to be the Ginleys too.

Do you see what's happening?

They're the ones that attacked the migrant centre and they're the ones that

sent that letter.

Why? They're throwing sand to blind us.

They've been doing it for years.

Might find that useful.

I'll be in touch.

You know, you just swore at Detective Chief Inspector.

Yep.

Worked though, didn't it?

Yeah. Yeah, it did.

I know this is out of the blue.

You could say that.

This is fucking madness.

How are you?

How am I?

I?

I, Grant, just, you know, messy divorce, looking after Neocrates every day, so

next bag.

I know some of that's my fault.

No.

No, that was all me.

No, it wasn't.

I'm sorry, this is, uh... This is really weird.

I think about who I was back then.

Not caring.

Not thinking about the consequences.

Not realizing how fragile everything is?

Do you think people can change?

Usually only when they have to.

Look, I don't want to be here today.

You don't either.

No.

But I don't know, it feels like being here, facing it all.

Maybe that's how we change.

Are you, uh, okay?

Aye.

Really, Aisling?

Aye.

How did you know I was back?

I'm a community worker's son. We know everything.

Why didn't you come to see me before?

Well, you've been keeping your promise to stay away from Mags and Henry. That

was good enough for me.

Can I see them now?

Not that you've seen since.

Rob, I run a bus company.

Do you?

You think I'm stupid?

A bus company?

You?

Two years ago you were working with those Dublin bastards.

Now you're not.

Where do you get the money to start this?

How do you pay all them buses?

Alone.

Alone, my fucking arse.

What are you up to?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I haven't changed a bit.

Rob. Rob!

I'm telling the truth.

You know, your da, he tried to bring you up different.

Better.

Respect people.

Respect yourself.

Look at the fucking studio.

You have stayed away from your family so far.

You see, if you ever try to change that, I will come for you.

And I'll fucking skin you alive.

So, uh... I went to the security conference in... Cambridge.

Peter Sniggybiggies.

And I thought, cos I was asked to go, I was Billy Big Balls, you know?

And I met this guy at the bar.

We were yarning away all night and a few beers on board, maybe more than a few.

Anyway, at the end of the night, he says to me, his organisation could use a wee

helping hand with an operation they were running in my district.

I was, um... You were what?

I was flattered.

See, they make you feel like they say something special in you.

So I'm in the loop and all about McIntyre, or Fawcett, as they called

him. So I'm walking around thinking, I know things that even chief supers and

SECs aren't allowed to know.

And see what I said out loud now?

I've been fucking stupid.

They used you. Aye.

They did.

When Jerry was killed, they dropped me like a hot stone.

I lost absolutely everything.

I'm sorry.

I didn't lose as much as you did.

You wrote me a letter.

Afterwards.

You said that there was no way you could ever make up for it.

Putting outsiders before your own.

Yeah, that sounds like me.

Well, I'm not... I'm not asking you to make up for it.

You can both leave.

I just... I just needed to know that it was real.

That he wasn't just chasing shadows.

I'd like to stay.

I'd like to stay at home.

But I'm going to have to be a solicitor now.

Mum?

Mum, with all respect, what the hell is going on here?

We're closing.

We're what?

Blackthorn's closing.

When?

About six weeks.

I'd like you to keep it to yourself for a day or two.

I'm sorry, Stevie.

Now, practically, we'll be moving out one department at a time, leaving

response to last.

First CID, then crime team, then child protection to follow.

Are you not taking a note of this?

You would hate what I've become.

Who?

Jerry Cliff.

Excuse me ma'am, there's somebody I need to see.

This is the base five military service test of Fergus Greenan.

Military service record.

Look at your ID here, Fergie.

There you are, Fergie.

Cagney and Lacey.

You para-dancers.

Cagney and Lacey.

80s cop show.

Two female detectives navigate the mean streets of New York whilst juggling

complex personal lives.

Shows?

I'm her.

What's that?

Solidness. This was, this was, sir.

Salad and his what?

In my day, it was a couple of battered sausages and a regal king size.

That's probably why there's not many of us left.

Anyway, don't say I didn't do anything nice for you.

This guy's a soldier.

Served at Lee Thompson.

Were you going to put some surveillance on him, sir?

Oh, God, aye.

Going to put my best operator on him, son, so I am.

What have you got here?

You've got a squadie on it, boss.

Let me know how it works out for yous.

So what now?

Number of police and men.

One.

Those three faces we showed the chief inspector...

It's a match.

Kinley's.

I knew it.

You're doing me a bloody job for, then.

So where are we going?

Tell somebody the truth.

What about the press?

No, too messy, unpredictable.

There's things they can do to squash the story and manipulate it.

So what then?

We go to the police ombudsman.

Geraldine? Jen, she's a nightmare.

Well, yeah, exactly.

Look, she's completely independent of the police, MI5, everyone.

She can't be prosecuted under the Official Secrets Act if information is

given to her in good faith.

Yeah, she can't look under MI5, though.

No, but if it's big enough, which...

This is.

She'll announce she's starting an investigation involving a source who

worked for the police, MI5.

Ask for a freeze on all records, call for a public inquiry if she wants.

It'll snowball.

Great. I'll call her. No, you can't.

Why not?

This needs to be as strong as possible, right? To minimise their lines of

attack.

You're his wife.

They'll use that.

OK.

Fine, hold it.

It's not like they can fuck up my career.

You can't. You're implicated.

You're part of it all.

You can't do it. It involves your mum. It'll look like family business.

Helen, look, I told you. Just hear me out, OK?

Helen.

So, uh, we just sit here and see if he comes out?

You see that car at the front?

I'm assuming that's his.

If we can get him driving that, we can search it on the spot.

Just need half a reason.

Well, you're certainly getting on C3's radar.

Fuck's sake.

Well done.

You too.

What?

Mate, I'm not doing this for me.

So who you doing it for then?

For the people of Belfast, Tommy, maybe.

Go on, put on some shite music there, will you? Shane, it's not shite music,

okay? Tommy, it is a bit.

He was a different person before he met you.

He was still funny, he was still...

A rascal.

But he was sadder.

Like he'd lost something along the way.

You drove him mad, of course.

And you, he did not know what to make of you at all.

But the day he met you, he found what he was looking for.

This organisation screwed him in life and then again in death.

I stood over that.

Until now, I can't do that anymore.

And I know it's been a long time since you felt you could trust me and if you

want me to walk out that door and never come back again, I will.

But I know that you two came back because there's something else.

And I want to be part of it.

Right, so what should we tell Kitty Close?

I'm going to tell her that the threat is real, it's serious, and maybe she needs

to think about leaving the house for a few nights.

Seriously?

I'm deadly serious.

I'll tell you something, you have a fire in your belly today.

More than usual, I mean.

I just think we need to make more of a dent in this place.

Is that him?

Yep.

And that's the rucksack from the garage.

Alright.

Hi, mobs.

Right, well, welcome to.

Let me do this.

Yeah, but she hates you.

She hates you more?

Yeah, fair days.

Can I speak to Geraldine Gilroy?

This is Chief Inspector McNally from Blackthorne Station.

Yes, Chief Inspector.

I'm stopping you under an article 180 for driving across the white line.

Driving license?

I don't have it with me.

Turn the ignition off and step out of the car.

It's not there for me.

And I'm charging.

I have some documents I think you need to see.

Hey! Hey!

Shut up!