All language subtitles for Blue.Lights.S02E02.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]-en

-Grace: Do you know him?
-Rory: Only his nickname. Soupy.

-Grace: Look, Stevie...
-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?

Tina:
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 alright.
At least I had my trousers on.

Happy: 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?

[ Grunts ]

-Grace, your gun!
-Armed police!

-[ Body thuds ]
-[ Breathing heavily ]

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

go out some time?

-Aye.
-Whoo!

You stepping in
when it get physical.

It happening all the time!

-Grace, all I'm trying to do --
-No.

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

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.

[ "My Name Is Carnival"
by Jackson C. Frank plays ]

[ Food sizzling ]

-Aisling: Hello.
-Tommy: Hey.

Aisling: [ Chuckles ]

Exactly half way
between Derry and Belfast.

I 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.

Tommy: Hiyah. Uh...

Have you got any avocado
on toast?

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

[ Chuckling ]

Erm... 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.

Waitress: Now we're talking.

-Aisling: Thank you.
-Tommy: Thanks.

You look different.
Gym?

I, err, started to do a bit
of kickboxing. [ Chuckles ]

Kickboxing?

-Alright, RoboCop.
-[ Laughs ]

And you... you've, err...

-Grew my hair out.
-[ Both chuckle ]

-Aye. [ Laughs ]
-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?

[ Laughs ]

Yes.

[ Siren wailing ]

Uniform from seven six,
we are one minute out, over.

Barney: [ On radio ]
Roger that, seven six.

Annie: Shit!

Barney,
where's that fire service?

Seven six, fire service
is five minutes out. Over.

Bollocks!

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Shane: Take off your flakker.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Man: Somebody help him.

[ Coughing ]
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, alright?

Alright.

-Shane: OK?
-Annie: Yeah.

-Shane: Stay low. Hold on to me.
-Annie: OK.

Natalie: Help! Somebody!

-[ Fire raging ]
-Shane: [ Coughing ] Come on.

Natalie: Help us!

[ Coughing continues ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Shane: Annie, come on.

-Stay low.
-Natalie: Help us!

Shane: We're coming.
[ Coughing ]

[ Crashing ]

Annie: I can't see.

-Shane: Hello?
-Natalie: Help me!

Shane: Were on our way.

Annie: [ Coughs ]

-Natalie: Help us!
-[ Coughing continues ]

-Shane: You OK?
-Natalie: Somebody!

Shane: Come on. Keep going.

Hello?

-Natalie: My son.
-[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Natalie: My son!

[ Coughing, sobbing ]

-Help!
-Shane: We're here!

-Here! Here!
-Natalie: [ Breathing heavily ]

-Get us out of here!
-Shane: It's alright.

-Annie: It's OK! Don't panic.
-Shane: Stay low.

Is there anybody else
in the house?

-Natalie: No!
-Shane: Alright.

-Stay down!
-Annie: Stay low.

-Stay low. OK?
-Shane: Stay down! Stay down!

-You're alright.
-Annie: Just keep going.

-Stay low.
-[ Coughing ]

[ Fire raging ]
[ Crashing ]

-Jordan: [ Shouts ] Mommy!
-Annie: It's OK, it's OK.

-She's right behind us.
It's OK.
-Shane: Go, go, go!

Annie: Stay low. Stay low.

Just keep going.
Nearly there, nearly there!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Jordan: [ Sobbing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Shane! Shane!

Shane!

[ Coughing in distance ]

Dixon: Natalie! On, my God!
Natalie!

Come here. Natalie,
are you OK love? Come here.

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

Just breathe. Just breathe.
Just breathe. It's OK now.

It's OK, it's OK.

Hey, come on. Let's go.

Let's get her onto the street.
Just watch, OK?

It's alright. Come on.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Coughs ]

-[ Sirens growing closer ]
-[ Coughing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

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.

Erm... I...

I said, "Stop. Armed police.
Show me your hands."

And how did
the assailant respond?

He said,
"Fucking shoot me, bitch."

Do you believe you
would have fired your gun?

Had your colleagues
not overpowered him?

Er, well... erm...

Well, you know that
the Glock 17 doesn't have

the traditional safety catch,
right?

-Geraldine: Mm-hmm.
-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
of my people.

You don't much like me, do you?

I think you're the hindsight
police.

[ Chuckles dryly]
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 is simply not
enough police cells available

in the city
to justify his arrest.

I'll be saying that frontline
police officers

are currently operating

in an almost-impossible
situation.

And that they deserve better.

Inspector, I hope that some day
you come to realise

that you and I
are actually on the same side.

I'll walk myself out.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Laughter in distance ]

-Alright.
-Hi.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

What have you got there then?

Here?

Nothing.

-Nothing?
-Mm-hmm.

[ Mumbles ]

Well, just some...

pork belly sausage rolls
with capsicum and chili jam.

Would you like to try one?

Err... pft.

Yeah, yeah, go on then.

Maybe just one.

[Soft, melodic music plays]

Oh, God.

They're good.

Mmm, they're good.

I'm sorry...

About...

Well, about everything, really.

Yeah. Me, too.

Still want to be friends?

[ Chuckles softly ]

You bloody eejit.

[ Chuckles ]

Shane: You're making it worse.

-Here.
-Thanks.

-All: Yeah!
-[ Cheers and applause ]

Sandra: Alright, alright, settle
down, everyone, very good.

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?

Shane: 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 look out
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 back up quickly,

-alright?
-Well, that's crystal clear.

OK, Tommy, I'm with you
on seven four.

Err, have you two
been checked out by the FMO?

-Yeah.
-Sandra: Good, alright.

Well, get cleaned up and
then get back out on seven six.

Grace, Stevie, seven two.

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.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Always amazes me
we've a museum

for something
we just fucked up.

-It was the iceberg.
-[ Laughs ]

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?

[ Whispering ]
Covered the city in drugs.

Got far too greedy.

[ Normal voice ]
Got the peelers interested.

That's 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've 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.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Come in.

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

-Why didn't we see this coming?
-Yeah.

There's always been
tension 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've nothing?

No assets, no insights?

Nothing?

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

He's no longer with the section
though.

Nicola: Still a serving officer?

Helen: Yes, ma'am.

Then bring him back.
Immediately.

I'll sign off
a temporary transfer.

That could be problematic,
I have

Why?

[ Melodic music plays ]

Jonty: Finish.

Training Officer: Sir.

You've got a visitor.

Jonty: I'm busy.

Training Officer:
Apparently it's urgent, sir.

[ Whistle blows ]

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?

Helen: Yeah.

That was only
a matter of time.

How so?

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

You worked that patch,
didn't you?

Yeah, I ran the neighbourhood
team for five years.

Helen: 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. [ Clears throat ]
Right.

I don't think so.

-Helen: Jonty...
-Are you wise?

Me. Back there?

I know it's not ideal...
-[ Chuckles ] 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...

[ Chuckles ]

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 gonna
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.

Aw bollocks.

Check mate.

-Balls.
-Hey.

Watch your language.

And stop being so aggressive
with your opening.

[ Door opens ]

Go on.

Back to school.

Henry:
Can I go down the town later?

-Mags: Absolutely not.
-Henry: Ma!

-Everyone's going!
-Mags: Yeah.

Everyone except you.
I love you!

Shut up.

-Alright, Uncle Lee.
-Alright, mate.

What's that?

Remember Soupy?

That's him.

Lee! Jesus!

What?

No point in telling lies.

Go on, to school.

[ Door opens, closes ]

For God's sake.

What?

Mags: You heard about
the petrol bomb?

There's gonna 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?

[ Laughs ]

Lee, they're right
to be scared.

Because it's real.

What's real?

Fuckin'...

This. Life.

Men with guns
who can fuck up your life

or end it when ever 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.

[ Door opens ]

What are they doing here?

It's not marching season.

It is now.

So, the 1978 Stuart's 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?

Jen: Erm, that the investigation
was flawed.

Deliberately flawed.
Some kind of cover-up.

Look, Jen. 10 years ago we might
have pursued a case like this,

but not anymore,
they're a nightmare...

No, look I -- 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 --

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.

'Course you do.

Woman: What are you doing?

Jesus! Oh! Oh!

-Look at his face.
-Sandra: You OK?

Woman: You have to help him.
Quickly. Quick!

- Cold! Stop!
-Police!

-Stop where you are!
-Sandra: Stop!

Hey! Hey!

Tommy:
Stop where you are!

OK, uniform seven four,

we need an ambulance
on Jarlath Street, over.

[ Tommy grunts ]

Stop where you are!

Police!

Lad: Run, Forrest, run!

Woman:
Get out of here, you bastards!

No!

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Alright there,
Conor Crampton?

[ Tommy breathing heavily ]

He's OK for custody.

What?

I'm just remembering your face,
mate.

For the next time I see you.

That all, mate.

Barney: And Davy Hamill just
turned up at the hospital now.

Alright. Copy that.
Cheers, Barney.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

The injured lad was only 17.

Gareth Hamill.

Davy Hamill's son.

So, it's a reprisal attack?

-Looks that way.
-Shane: You go after my son,

I'll go after yours.

-Scumbags.
-Sandra: Hey.

Watch how you talk when you're
wearing that uniform, yeah.

Skipper.

Canning: For God and Ulster,
eh, Keith?

-Go fuck yourself.
-[ Chuckles ]

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

Goes 'round 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?

-Because you're a thick bastard.
-[ Chuckles ]

Canning: And nobody tells you
anything anyway.

[ Car door closes ]
Shane: I take it the witnesses

aren't saying much?

Annie: No, nothing at all.

Lad:
Inspector Gadget, fuck off.

Sandra: What?

Nothing.

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

Where you belong.

-Alright, lads.
-Fuck off!

Yeah. Happy to, mate.

[ Annie coughs ]

-You OK?
-[ Coughs ]

Yeah, just the smoke
from earlier.

You know the best thing
for smoke inhalation?

Beer inhalation.

-Really?
-Shane: Yep.

So, do you fancy it?

-What?
-A drink.

After work?

Are you being serious?

Extremely.

Dunno. Maybe.

"Maybe" as in...

yes?

[ Car door closes ]

Customer: Thank you.

I'll have a triple whiskey.

[ Door closes ]

-That's good whiskey.
-Hmm.

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.

[ Drumming ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

So, why we here?

Alright, lads.

[ Drumming and chatter stop ]

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 flower pot.

We'll give him his send
off march tonight.

-Six o'clock.
-Ye 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?
-Band: No!

Lee: 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 alright?

Lee, you have to ask Dixie.

Soupy gets his send off.

OK?

Stevie:
Your first loyalist feud.

Now you're a real peeler.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh shit. That's Jim Dixon.

[ Tyres screech ]

Uniform from bravo lima
seven two,

we are on Stanforth Gardens,

and we're pulling over
Jim Dixon. Over.

Barney: Seven two received.
Over.

Er, hey, no.

Shane:
Seven two, from seven six.

Heard your last,
we're in the area,

we'll take a drive past.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Muscle's "Feel The Steel"
plays ]

Yay!

Fuck off.

Oh, lovely.

Hello, sir, can you show me
your driving license, please?

-Sir?
-Why?

OK.

OK,
under the Justice and Security

Act Northern Ireland
2007 Schedule 3,

I am detaining you
for the purposes of a search.

Do you intend to comply
with said search?

[ Camera shutter clicks
in distance ]

Thank you.

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

Sir?

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

[ Dixon chuckles ]

Is that right, love?

OK.

No problem.

What do you wanna do now?
You wanna 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?

[ Dog barks in distance ]

-Alright hands up.
-Get your fucking hands off me.

-Grace.
-It's fine.

Your friend wants to help
you here.

What? Are you two
fuckin' or somethin'?

OK. Put your hands...

Hands up, please.

Stevie!

[ Siren wailing ]

Shit.

[ Angry chatter ]

So, is your boyfriend OK?

I think you need to
shut up now, hmm?

[ Car door closes ]

Cars clean.

Yeah.

So... what happened?

Just, er...

Just got out of control.

Look, he's gonna 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?

Shane:
Here. I'll have a word with him.

-Alright?
-Yeah.

Shane: Yeah.

Come on. Out.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

You recognise me?

Nah.

What about her?

Suppose last time you saw us, we
had a bit of soot on our faces.

Saving the lives
of your missus and kid.

Aye. Yeah.

Well,
I hope you get a 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.

[ Chuckles ]

Shane: 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 10 hours a day

together in a car?

Pretty much, yeah.

Messy.

Yup.

[ Turn signal clicking ]

-No. I said no.
-Lee: Mags!

-Listen.
-No!

Lee: Listen!

I'll do you a deal, OK?

You and me walk alongside.

And the first a hint of trouble,

you and Henry go home,
straight away.

-Yeah?
-Ma, please.

Please!

Yeah?

Man: This could get messy, Rab.

Rab: Right.
OK, I'll talk to him.

Lee, this is madness.

If you don't wanna 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 attention!

Band ready!

Band on the roll.
By the right!

Quick. March!

[ Drum rolls ]

[ Band plays ]

It started a few minutes ago.

We don't know
where they're going.

We got any back up?

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.

You hear me?

You're really fucked now.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

-Henry: Ma.
-Mags: Come on. Now.

Barney, where's the TSG?

Barney:
Tasked and inbound, Helen.

15 minutes.

[ Dog barks in distance ]

-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?
-Sandra: 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

and leave it there?

Straight back?

Alright.

-Off you go.
-Lee: Thank you, Sergeant.

Rab: Alright, lads.

About turn.

Back to the Loyal.

Woman: Are we ready?

Band on the roll.

By the right. Quick. March!

[ Band plays ]

You're fucking done, Dixie.

-You fuck with my family.
-Any time, Davy!

Hamill:
Oh, you keep on slathering!

Dixie: You fucking mouth piece.

Hamill:
You're a dead man walking!

Don't give it.
Go home to your Ma.

So, is it a maybe
or is it a yes?

[ Car door closes ]

[ Door bell buzzes ]

Robin Graham?

Hi.
I'm Jen Robinson.

I'm a solicitor
at McAleer and Hamilton.

Er, sorry I --
I didn't call first.

All I had was the address.

I, erm... So, I'm --

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 Stuart's chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No.

-Mr. Graham, I...
-No.

We need to leave the past alone.

That march.
Who put you up to it?

Hamill? Are you on his side now?

No, Dixie, I just wanted to...

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 fuckin' 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.

[ Door closes ]

[ Bar band plays ]

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.

Whoa. You're bad.

Shit. So, quick question.

Hope you don't mind.

Shane: Fire away.

Married? Girlfriend?

Go.

Is... Well.

And no.

Hmm. How come?

I could ask you the same thing.

Too busy being a peeler.

Aye. Same.

[ Chuckles ]

Can you dance?

-Now?
-Yes.

Nobody else is dancing.

And what?

Who cares.

Yeah. Yeah, course I can dance.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Exhales ]

Close your eyes.

It's easier.

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

It's chaos --
street crime, robberies,

drugs users, overdoses.

Take your pick.

Lee: Get the people
out on the street.

The more against, the better.

We have to prevent that
at all costs.

Can I go now?

You can go when I say
you can go.

-Are you OK?
-No, not really.

Lee: You had your chance.

We're the future.

We humiliated them.

It's called police work.

[ Sirens wailing ]

You can't do that.

It's under control.

-Stay down.
-Grace.

When it comes down to it,
I'm the one who's

gonna make a difference
out there.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Lad: What are you doing? You
can't break in here like that.

-What are you doing here?
-Good man.

[ Grunts ]

You can't save this place.

Watch me.

Is that really a life
you want to live?

Desperate times call for
desperate measures.

That's what I though too.

Check inside.

Why didn't you do anything
before now?

I don't trust any of you.

We had no help,
no guidance, no law.

It needs to be out in the open.
All of it.

Helen: We're policing an area
that could explode

in any minute.

Get them out of there
as soon as you can.

Hold the line!

Grace:
They're gonna be overrun.

-You could've ben killed.
-[ Scoffs ]