All language subtitles for This.Town.2024.S01E02.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR_track7_[eng]-en

DANTE (VO):
Before I saw you, I didn't know it, but...

now, I discover

I'm not a bad poet.

RIOTERS SHOUT

Fiona, last night I wrote a poem
that could also be a song.

It's about you.

DEUCE: You love her?
- Yeah, a mediaeval kind of love.

MARIE: Barton's father is trying to call him
into the organisation

talking about sacks of fertiliser
and the purchase of detonators.

Someone told us you were
having problems with your heart.

DEUCE: I just get off the phone
from your cousin Bardon.

Your nan had a heart attack this morning.

It's your grandmother.

I have decided to recommend you
for three days' compassionate leave.

ROBBIE:
Last night was an alarm going off.

I'm gonna change the venue,
and I will need new people.

If you're one tenth of what your brother was

you can earn a grand a week,
just looking like how you look.

Dante, I've had this idea
that I could do the tunes

and you could do the words.

What d'you say?

BIRDS SING

RHYTHMIC TWO TONE MUSIC PLAYS

DANTE (VO): Out through the door,
run down 20 floors

drive along the motorway
until you reach the Milky Way.

Get directions from a spaceman

get a lift in a chip van,
and there in a hurricane...

is my nan.

Is it just me?

All except compassionate leave's
been cancelled

because of the hunger strikes.

Where are we going?

Birmingham Bronx.

Where?

Chelmsley Wood Council Estate.

Just get to Birmingham
and head for the plumes of smoke.

Let's get these loaded onto the van.

I thought we were doing the diesel.

You thought wrong.

Something the matter, son?

And there's a wee parcel under the sacks.
Get that as well.

DANTE (VO):
So you start a fire.

The funeral pyre of all
that's normal and flat and dull.

And the afternoon has its own mad tune.

Then comes the night.

The bad kids fight,
the dopeheads take flight.

The police flash their lights.

And me, I sit at home

and I write.

BARDON:
Jesus, Dad, what the fuck?

You show me the thing Nana hated the most
the day before we bury her?

When the time comes to bury me

I'd like good men standing over my grave.

Firing one of these over my coffin.

I'd like one of those men to be you.

GUNFIRE

So have a fucking go, son.

I'm wondering if you're
a man at all, Bardon.

DANTE (VO):
She's there above the tower blocks

landing on the chimney top

singing with the blackbirds, "Dante.

You can take your words
and put them to a birdsong."

Then bang goes the gong.

All along I've been wrong.

How could I have been so thick?

Words. Need. Music.

Why here, Mum?

I used to sing here

on Saturday nights,
when you were little.

Are you sober?

You think the news'd make me go back,
but it was the opposite.

Last night, I drank tea.

Mum, you know it were me
who found Nana on the floor.

She loved you.

She loved you as well.

Nah.

I'm the worthless one.

Mum.

She said that.

She said, "You are the daughter
I'm not proud of."

You made a lot of people mad

saying bad things
because of how you were.

But you're getting better now, Mum, right?

So am I invited?

Am I allowed to attend
my own mother's funeral or not?

Dad says you can come,
but you have to be sober.

Ha-ha!

Ah, yes. Company rules.

No volunteer will drink before 6pm.

No volunteer will take or deal
in any Class A drugs

or share a roof with anyone who does.

But you're clean now, Mum, right?

Any volunteer who breaks
the rules will have their kneecaps drilled

or have them shot away.

Bardy, if I come to the funeral

will you hold my arm?

Please, will you hold my arm, Bardy?

There's something I want to do
at the funeral.

Why does that make me nervous?

Well, cos you were
always a nervous little boy.

SHE CHUCKLES

I smell diesel on your coat.

You joined the marching band?
- No, I just help with the cones.

It begins with the diesel.

Well, with me, it ends with the diesel.

I know when you're lying.

What?

Some stuff came.

They're planning something,
but I said no.

You said no?
- Made it clear.

Nothing is clear with them.

Should pack your bags.

Where would I go?

Be with me. In my little bucket.

You're worse than the RA, Mam.

If you stayed sober for even a month

Dad could ask permission for you
to move back onto the estate.

Nah. The RA will allow no reconciliation.

The RA does not forgive.
The RA does not forget.

And anyway, fuck 'em.

I'm OK in my little bucket
by the motorway.

Mum, I will hold your arm.

Just be sober.

Be yourself.

When you're funny and nice.

SHE CHUCKLES

What songs did you sing?

Shirley Bassey...

Judy Garland.

It's only rebel music now.

In those days, we just had a laugh.

Too much of a laugh, Mum.

Yeah... probably.

Probably.

Mum, if you want,
I'll get the bus with you tomorrow.

We can have sandwiches and cakes,
like when I was a kid.

Smoking on the top-deck.

Bus back full of drunks.

Bardy...

Not being with you is like
carrying a chisel in my heart.

We'll get the bus to Birmingham
tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.

Yeah.

I'll bring the cakes.
- Just be there.

You, yourself.

I'll leave the wicked witch
in the bucket by the big road.

See you at the bus stop,
my nervous little baby.

And wash that fucking diesel
out your clothes

or you'll get so you can't even smell it.

If you're late, I'll go without ya.

MUSIC: "Pressure Drop"
by Toots and the Maytals

This was my first suit.

I bought it when I was 17
at Palmer's in Kingston town.

And I did wear it with this hat.

I can't wear this to a funeral.

Your nan loved hats.

She would want you to have some...

Style?

She'd want you to have some...

stush, ya know?

You don't like those old words.

Yeah, well, I see you
stand up and look good in this suit?

Take me back, ya know.

Back where you didn't want to be.

What that girl name again?

Fiona.

Your mama was my Fiona.

My first love.

I was lucky.

She liked me.

You need somebody.
- There's a girl called Jeannie now.

Boy, you move fast, eh?

Nah.

Jeannie's just funny.

She writes music.

Your bredda comin' back today.

You should talk to him.

About what?

About being 18.

Talk to him about
spending a night out in Babylon

and being alright.

It doesn't look like me.

But it is you, Dante.

This is who we are.

About a month ago

your nan said to me

"Can't keep that boy shut up in a box."

So today, in her honour

I'm open up the box.

But just a lickle.

Rock hard and gorgeous.

MUSIC: "Croaking Lizard"
by The Upsetters

no one business

and dem pass dem right

MUSIC FADES

Hello, Uncle Eamonn.

EAMONN:
Welcome home, Gregory.

Sorry to bring you all the way up here,
but Special Branch follow me round.

I didn't think you'd want them
to have photos of you and me alone.

GREGORY:
What do you want?

You know what I am.

And I know what you are.

I thought it'd be a good idea for us
to arrange a truce before the funeral.

I've had plenty to drink already.

Celebrating getting out of hell
for a few days?

Truce?

In her honour?

Yeah.

Agreed.

There'll be some of our people there.

Well, we can talk about the weather.

The hunger strikes are getting people
to act out of character

but the truce will hold.

That I can swear.

Let's start the truce now, Gregory.

Go on.

Oh!

You take after your da.

He could drink.

He's been on the wagon
for four years now, you know.

How's Estella?

Riding her addictions madly
through the streets of Coventry

like Lady Godiva.

I'm surprised one of your comrades
hasn't introduced her

to the underside of a bus.

She was found guilty of having
a big mouth, that's all.

I keep an eye on her.

Still love her.

If you want the truth.

Love?

In Coventry?

Yeah.

Mad fucking English junkie,
and still somewhere in my attic

up here is a picture of her at sweet 16.

Ah, yeah.

Sweet 16.

You hate us,
but you're learning our songs.

THEY SING:

Only good thing about you Irish
bastards is your music.

DOOR SHUTS

DANTE (VO): The boy with the ball is strong
and tall and talented and gifted.

And when his hood is lifted

instead of a head,
there's a football instead.

It's like the ball is tied to his shoes.

They say he could've played for the Blues

but he 's got these birds
flying around his head

saying "fuck football".

Be a poet instead.

Dad said you only play
football on your own now.

She's not gone, you know?

Of course she's not.

People don't go if you don't let them.

I won't let her go.

How is it over there?

Belfast?

It's fucked up.

How's it been over here?

Fucked up.

Thought you'd be famous by now,
you know, playing for the Blues.

I no longer engage in any activity

that pits working-class people
against each other.

Dad said these days you read a lot.
HE CHUCKLES

Did he say "He reads a lot"
like he's proud

or did he say "He reads a lot"
like it's bad?

He just said, "Him read
a whole heap a book, ya know."

So I dunno.

Maybe he just means too much.

Do you read about politics?

Yeah.

About pornography?

What?

I'm just asking.

Cos you don't go to dances,
you don't get into trouble.

I just don't...

You sound like you're
accusing me of something.

I'm not accusing you of nothing.

I was asking around about ya.

Around the estate.

Mostly, people say the same thing,
that they never see ya.

Dad keeps me in.

There was this one old guy, though.

He walks his dog at night.

He said he saw you on the bridge.

Like, standing on the bridge.
Like on the edge.

When Dad was drinking...

people laughing at him...

I went to the bridge and I looked down.

No one will understand
what happened next.

It's my job to stand on a bridge
and look down, Dante.

Not yours.
- I had words come into my head.

Words of explanation.

Words in no order, but I knew...

that if I could put them
in the right order

I would understand.

Understand what?

I don't know.

I haven't put them in the right order yet.

The old guy said it was recent.

I go back there.

I have to go back and stand there
to get the feeling sometimes.

And I always step back.

Yeah, until the day
you decide not to step back.

I've got too much to do first.

With words?

Yeah.

If you ever

ever think about not stepping back,
I have your hand, OK?

That fuckin' hurts!
- Yeah, I know. It's meant to hurt.

Make you remember
that I have your hand.

Nan has your other hand,
and I've got this one.

So if you ever, and I mean ever

think about not stepping back,
I need you to feel this.

Do you understand?

Good to have you back, brother.

HE SCOFFS

You ready for tomorrow?

I'm going to wear a hat.

What hat?

When I wear Dad's hat,
I feel like dancing.

OK.

So tomorrow, when it's done

you and me, we're gonna go dancing.

MUSIC: "Many Rivers To Cross"
by Jimmy Cliff

Hold it up.

Gentlemen...

How have you been, man?

Studying a lot.
- Yeah. And me.

LIGHTER FLICKS

What the fuck is this?

My dad's, when he was a bad boy.

Everybody gets a turn
at being a bad boy except me.

Like, Dante.

DANTE:
In a minute, Dad.

Somebody told me you'd been
scouted by a football team.

Not really a football team.

Birmingham City.

So you're gonna play?

I didn't turn up for the trials.

Saw this nice tree.

Decided to climb it.

When I was in the tree,
I had a better idea.

BARDON:
You haven't changed then, Dante.

You're still a fucking lazy,
messed up, Brummie weirdo.

I'm not lazy.

All the others, yeah.

THEY LAUGH

Are you still dancing?

Yeah.

Have you ever heard
of rocksteady dancing?

No. Why?

You boys coming in or what?

I actually can't stand for Nana
to be in a box.

I mean, it's like hell for her.

Yeah. She even hated phone boxes.

I can't go in, Bardy.

No, we'll wait outside!

DISTANT CLICK

Bardon, I swear to God
somebody just took our photograph.

Yeah, that'll be the Special Branch.

Your dad still a rebel?

Oh, Dante.
He's the fucking king of Coventry.

And you should keep your distance.

Anybody in the same photo with me
will go on their list.

Look at the hat.

I'm a rebel.
HE SCOFFS

I don't give a fuck about lists.

What do you give a fuck about
these days, Dante?

Last night, I wrote something for Nana.

A song.

Come and listen.

"The willow tree
I stood beneath and cried.

She found me

and asked me what the hell

and I lied.

She always had a word
for things that I feel.

I always think of her
when I smell orange peel."

What do you think?

Thought it was a song.

Why didn't you sing?

I can't sing.

What did you think of the words?

I was expecting it to be surprising
and something fucking amazing.

However, it was really, really bad.

The words are true, though, Bardy.

I only write true things.

I mean, seriously, orange peel?

She used to peel my oranges.

See.

If it's true, it makes you see things
and it breaks your heart.

And there's this girl,
she gave me a cassette.

What are you talking about, Dante?
- I listened to it and it's OK.

You asked me what I give a fuck about?

Well, there's this girl came to my bridge

and then, Bardy, I remembered

you used to sing those rebel songs
at parties with your dad

on the flute when we were kids.

And I remembered you had a good voice.

Just now...

I thought Nan might have liked it
if I wrote the words

and you sung them

and this skinhead girl wrote the music.

Fuck...

Mum!

Shit.

Mum, what are you doing?

I hitchhiked!

Jesus, Mama.
You got into cars with strangers?

I missed the bus by one minute

but I remembered the cakes.

You've been drinking.

I want to go in.

It's my mother.

Mum, if Dad sees you like this--

Fuck him and fuck 'em all!

I want to say goodbye to my mother

and I will.

Hello, Aunt Estella.

Who's this big lump?

I'm Dante.

Holy shit!

The size of him now!

Oh...

I like the hat.

I think it's actually alive.

OK. I've walked all the way
from the M6 slip road

and these heels are ripping my feet off

and I'm not sure I can walk any further.

Dante, you hold my right arm.

Bardy, you hold my left arm.

Take me into that church
or I swear to God I will set it on fire.

If she says she'll set the church on fire,
she will set the church on fire.

Take her other arm.

Alright, let's go.

CHORAL SINGING

Take me up to the front.

CROWD WHISPERS
- WOMAN: It's Estella.

Did you know she was coming?

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Hymns are all very well

but I am here to say goodbye
to my mother...

in my own way.

In the way she would have wanted.

I'm going to sing her favourite song.

When I was little

and I would sing it,
she would always cry.

Mum, please.
- Shut up and listen!

CROWD MURMURS

Bye, Nana.

That's what I'm talking about.

Truth.

Estella, my love.

OK, Dante.

Dad says it's time.

DANTE:
Time for what?

Time for all that.

Fuck off!
- Baptism of fire. Is that it, Gregory?

Today, all you need to do
is stay with me.

We'll raise a toast to Nan.

Dante, you can drink water if you want.

Look at ya.

You're dressed for a funeral
and you're wearing Dad's hat.

Look like a proper rude boy.

What's a rude boy?

Inside the Happy Trooper

you're gonna find rude boys,
skinheads and Zulus.

The rude boys come up from Coventry.

Skinheads are from white council estates
and Redditch and Shirley

and the Zulus
are mostly from round here

and they're in charge.

Luckily, most of the Zulus
are my friends from the past.

So they should leave you alone.

Unless you do something really weird.

Dante, don't do anything weird.

OK?

Come on.

MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

LOUD CHATTER

MUSIC: "Enjoy Yourself" by Prince Buster

Virgil.

HE CHUCKLES
- Alright, mucker?

Who the fuck's Virgil?

Roman poet from the second century.

GREGORY:
'Ere, you two. It's me old mate, Wire.

These two boys are with me.

My brother and my cousin.

So leave 'em alone.

JEANNIE:
Dante!

You look amazing.

This is Dante.

He helped me shift the stuff we looted.
- He did what?

Only thing he wanted to keep
was a spaceman.

What spaceman?

Dante, come with me.

MUSIC CONTINUES

Still lots of the good stuff left.

You can take your pick for helping me.

Dante, what fucking spaceman?

Did you listen to the music?

Yes.

Bardon, come over here.

Bardon can sing.

Bardon, show her. Sing something.

Dante, your brother said
don't do anything weird.

You're being weird.

Trust me.
My cousin can sing like a bird.

This girl is Jeannie.

She looks like that,
but she writes music.

And then in between you two,
there's me.

All this stuff was stolen, right?

Liberated. Outsiders have to pay.

He's our singer. He doesn't have to pay.

Dante, what the fuck you talking about,
our singer?

There's somebody I want to impress.

I want her to listen to my heart breaking.

Was he like this when he was born?

We'll use the lockup
where I put the spaceman.

Dante, what fucking spaceman?

Let him talk.

Think he's having an idea.

The three of us will write a song

and put it on a cassette.

And then I will take it to Sutton Coldfield,
where she lives.

Sutton fucking Coldfield?

Or to the record shop where she works.

It's a song about love.

Love?

I want to express it in a way
she will understand.

Jeannie. Come and dance.

Sorry, she's busy.
- It's OK.

Come here.
- No, wait, wait.

Fuck.
- Dante, let's go and find your brother.

We can all meet at the lockups.

I'll bring a cassette recorder.

Fucking rude boy.

That hat belongs to my dad.

Fuck your dad.

That hat belongs to my dad.

Dante, how.

We will tell your brother,
and he will get the hat back.

That hat belongs to my dad.

Oh, fuck.

MUSIC: "Son of a Preacher Man"
by The Gaylettes

This hat belongs to my dad.

Fuck off!

CROWD ROARS
-

GLASS SHATTERS

THEY GRUNT

MAN ROARS

HE YELLS

CROWD GROANS AND JEERS

Fuckin' try me!

Go on!

CROWD YELLS

Let them walk!

Come on.

Jesus. Did you know he could do that?

No. Neither did he.

It's in the blood. Dad could fight.

Army middleweight champion,
Catterick 1969.

Did I hurt anybody?

Yeah.

Me.

You broke my fucking heart.

LIGHTER FLICKS
- My...

my hands are shaking.

Try this. It'll calm you down.

So...

What the fuck?

A fight about a hat?

Yeah.

Thing is, though, Dante

you were good.

Two big lads that I know
can handle themselves

and you put 'em down in ten seconds.

You looked like a natural.

That's not what I want.

Well, don't matter what you want.

Some people have it, some people don't.

Well, I don't want it.

Some of the people
who just witnessed what you did

are people that are always
on the lookout.

Like scouts.

This is how it starts, Dante.

You get spotted in the bar of the Trooper.

You get recruited,
you make some money.

You make some more money.

And then you get caught
and you go to jail

and you're just one more
black kid in Winson Green.

Dante. Don't laugh! It's not funny.

That's nearly what happened to me.

That's why I got out.

When I'm gone

there's gonna be a knock at the door

and somebody's gonna offer you
free tickets to a football game.

And on the coach, you're gonna hear
all these stories about the mighty Zulus

and it looks like a laugh.

Stealing fag machines,
rigging fruit machines.

But then you get involved
with illegal clampers.

You start stealing cars, dealing dope.

They're good people

but they're dangerous.
- This isn't who I am, Gregory.

Yeah, and Bardon isn't a volunteer
for the RA.

"That isn't who I am," he says.

But they'll get him in the end

cos he's a smart Provo boy

from a family of three generations.

So they will get him in the end.

The only way to get away
from these places

is to get your body away.

If you don't get away

you just become
what everybody already thinks you are.

Go home.

Don't let Dad see your fists.

Come here.

Go with him.

BANGING ON DOOR

Deuce.

Somebody stole my shoes
from the graveyard

and I've no way of getting home.

And I know you've been to the same
corner of hell where I am

and I just wanted to ask your advice.

Can I come in?

Yes, of course.

BARDON:
What you doing up here?

DANTE:
I think I come here to pray.

BARDON:
You pray to the M6?

You could have sectarian conflict
with people that worship the M1.

Nah.

The M1 people are fine.

TRAFFIC HUMS

It's those M40 bastards that I hate.

What a family we are, eh?

I haven't told a living soul this, Dante.

But yesterday...

my dad took delivery of all
the ingredients needed to make bombs.

Like, big fucking bombs.

See?

The bridge does that to people.

Like a confessional.

He's trying to bring me in.

So I'm thinking of going down there

on the slip road right now

putting out my thumb
and fucking off to London.

Sorry, you can't do that.
- Why not?

You've got to sing my song.

To some bird in Sutton Coldfield
you're in love with?

Not just that.

What else?

OK.

Bridge-induced confession.

I've got to do something

to stop myself thinking
nothing is worth doing.

And right now,
that something is writing a song.

I've got a guitar

a tin whistle and a big
fucking Irish drum.

I'll bring them along.

And if you don't have feelings
for that girl Jeannie...

I like her.

What about her boyfriend?

I'll threaten him with you.

I hope we're not shit.

Nah, we won't be shit.

We'll take over the whole fuckin' world.

MUSIC: "I Can See Clearly Now"
by Ray Charles

that the rain is gone

that used to make me blind

- Oh, bright

- Sunshiny day, yeah

- Oh, little bright now

- Sunshiny day

The middle fingers
of the other two of my doorman

who opened your security doors
and allowed the looters in.

This proves to you
that my apologies are sincere.

And I hope that we can continue
our productive business relationship

when you collect the insurance
money and reopen your nightclub.

When it reopens, it won't be a nightclub.

It will be a music venue.

And I can't consider
doing business with you

until I have received
a sufficient level of contrition.

Take it out.

And put it in your mouth.

HE LAUGHS
What?

As an act of contrition,
to prove the depth of your remorse.

Put the finger in your mouth.

HE LAUGHS
Fuck off.

OK, let me try this another way.

Put the finger in your mouth
or I pull the trigger.

And you know I'll pull the trigger

because you know I have holes
all over Birmingham

where I can put you,
and cover you up with concrete.

And the next person to see your bones

will be a fucking archaeologist.

Why?

Why do you want me to do that?

To control a city,
men like me need legends of madness.

You are engaged in a legendary moment.

Put the finger in your mouth
or be a dead person.

HE EXHALES

MUFFLED GAGGING

All the way.

HE CHOKES

I'm changing the venue
to cater for a younger audience.

The dinner dance market, it's dead.

I know we'll need security,
but I will need people

I know I can trust to never let me down.

Can I trust you to never
let me down again?

HE GULPS

Good.
- MUFFLED CHOKE

See? Now we're in a good place.

It's a place of trust.

GAGGING AND GULPING

Spit it out.

HE SPITS

That's a waste of a fucking single malt.

Fuck you, you mad fucking bastard!

Mad is right.
Madness and legends of madness.

The knowledge that I just might.

So now...

I hear news amongst
the various jungles and swamps

that fester around this city.

And I heard about an incident
on the Chelmsley Wood Estate.

In terms of future potential

talk to me about Virgil's brother.

DANTE (VO):
I'm watching the birds taking off

and I'm thinking about you.

I'm watching the clouds opening up

and I'm thinking about you.

I'm watching the traffic in the rain.

There 's people waiting for the train.

The lights have just
come on above the shops

And everything says your name.

SYNTH PLAYS

I want to walk around beside you.

I want to hear your voice.

I want to show you things
that I won't let anyone see.

Cos you make me see beautiful things

and you make me feel beautiful things

and I can see them

and I can feel them everywhere.

So, give me a day

I'll walk you away from everything
that's in your way.

Give me your time
and I'll give you mine

and we can make everything shine

because you make me see.

And you make me feel.

And you make all these beautiful things...

real.

DOG BARKS

GUITAR STRUMS

DOOR OPENS

EAMONN:
Bardon!

I'm going out.
- I have a wee task for you, son.

I need you to go
and make a phone call, son.

From a phone box, yeah?

What call?

Just call that number.

Use those code words,
they'll know it's real.

Know what's real?
- In half an hour

a bomb will go off inside
Coventry rail station.

Fuck.
- They need 20 minutes to clear the station

so you have ten minutes, Bardon.

Welcome, son.

Come here. Give me a hug.

The train station's full of people.

Unless you make the call,
a lot of them will die.

We've decided you'll make the call.

It's time a son of mine stepped up.

Now go to the phone box
and make the call.

You fuck!

Bang is 10:30.

You have nine minutes.

Go and do your duty.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SLAMS

Fuck!

SHE YELPS

Stop!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- SHE SCREAMS

Sorry.

DIAL TONE HUMS

PHONE DIALS

PHONE BEEPS

Fuck.

FAINT VOICE ON PHONE
- Michael Collins.

Codeword, Michael Collins.

There's a bomb.
Coventry train station.

In the station.

I don't know what platform.
Michael Collins.

What the hell?
- Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry...

How was the funeral?

Who's asking?

Commander Bentley, Special Branch.

Inside the envelope, there are photos

taken last night at midnight
inside Coventry rail station.

I've got a ferry to catch.

If I tell the ferry to wait, it'll wait.

Open the envelope.

It's an order, Sergeant Williams.

Two platforms. Blown to shreds.

GREGORY:
Were there casualties?

BENTLEY:
Not this time.

The Coventry brigade has been activated

and according to our surveillance
of the funeral you just attended

you have intimate connections
with some of its most senior members.

Related by blood.

By the way,
the call was made by a boy.

Estimated age about 18.

Think you might know him.

Fuck.

Yeah.

"Fuck."

So, Sergeant Williams,
this is how it's gonna be.

You'll return to your unit in Belfast

where you are already under consideration
for psychiatric assessment.

You'll be recommended for indefinite
leave away from active service.

You'll return to the family home
in Birmingham

where you'll be engaged
with those members of your family

with connections
to the Coventry branch of the IRA.

Your next question is gonna be

"Are you asking me to spy
on my own family?"

To which I answer no.

I'm not asking you to spy
on your own family.

I'm ordering you to spy
on your own family.

If I say no?

I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear you say that, Sergeant.

If you refuse to carry out my orders,
I'll have you on a charge of desertion.

You'll go to fucking jail.

Keep those if you like.

Keep them as part
of your family photo album.

Fucking sweet family you've got,
haven't you, Sergeant?

ENGINE STARTS

MUSIC: "Somewhere Over The Rainbow"
by Ray Laurel

JEANNIE: This is where we find out
if we're any good.

All we need now is our lead singer.

are far behind me

- HORN HONKS