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There's a wounded soldier.

I'm forming my own unit.

You'll be totally anonymous.

I got your first assignment.

Tell me about the Joe Lynskey business.

When it came to light what he'd done,

the sentence would've been death.

I need local people, observant people.

- What is the mission exactly? - D-Company.

We gonna find this loose-lipped cunt

who tipped me off to the Brits or what?

Billy, you have to wear trousers.

Ma, where do we keep the pliers?

Archie, you cannot install the cooker yourself.

Ma, when'll the tea be ready?

- Ma! - Helen.

- You're not going out tonight. - What?

Pop to the chippie,

get a bite to eat for the wee ones.

Don't be stopping for a sneaky smoke.

- Mummy's gone! - They took Ma!

Oh, Susie, fuck's sake!

I need you to be quiet.

Susie, it's alright.

Arch, what happened?

They said they just wanted to talk to her.

I guess it's 'cause she helped that soldier.

I don't know.

- Susie, go on, get you to bed. - Come on, up.

Don't you touch them!

Where are you taking her?

Ma!

Where to first?

Mickey, you're in charge now, okay?

Lock the door behind us. Don't open it 'til we get back.

- Not for anyone. - Where are youse going?

We're going to find Ma.

You sure youse are in the right place?

Our ma was taken.

Oh, dear.

Sit.

Men came to our flat.

There were eight of them.

There was 10. And there were women too.

What's your mother's name?

Jean. Jean McConville.

Did you recognize any of the people

who came to your flat?

Wait here.

Get them some Coke and crisps.

Youse need to leave.

Go on home.

We're not leaving 'til we know where she is.

She never done nothing to no one.

She kept to herself.

Your mammy was a tout.

An informant.

Now, get you on home. She's only got herself to blame.

What's he talking about?

It's lies, Helen.

Don't listen to him.

But what do we do now?

I guess we go home and wait.

- Hello? - Hello, Dolours, it's Pat.

Hey, Pat. What's up?

Alright, where d'you wanna go from?

I suppose we should start with the guns.

This won't do.

We've no guns, no ammo.

What's an armed robbery if you're not even armed?

Think that's just called a robbery, Jimmy.

That's... That's fucking depressing.

Kevin, have you not got a gun there?

- No. - What do you mean, "no"?

We can see your gun. Stick it on the table now.

Kevin, son, tell me this. Is that a spud gun?

It's not the size of the gun that matters,

it's how you use it.

Not in my experience.

The size of the gun is not the issue, kid.

The issue is, does the gun shoot bullets

or does the gun shoot wee bits of fuckin' potato?

- Where'd you get that holster? - It's nice, right?

Very double-0.

Very double-0!

The fucking balls on this kid.

We'll pick up guns on the way.

- You're not coming, Dolours? - I wish.

Dolours is working for Gerry now.

Oh, aye?

Top-secret stuff, Kevin. Very thrilling.

I got an idea. Why don't you stay behind

and keep the girls company, because we need men with guns,

not big babies with fuckin' vegetable weapons.

Hm. At least I've ammunition for mine, Jimmy.

- I have a spare gun. - And where'd you get that?

- It was Joe's. - I'll take it.

No, you're alright, kid. I got it.

Right, boys, let's fuckin' go!

So, uh...

This was a regular Tuesday morning for me, right...

I'd leave the call house around eight.

Then I'd stop by the arms cache to pick up the guns we hid.

After that,

I might do a bank, put a bomb in the town,

maybe try to sneak in a pint and, uh...

Well, this Tuesday...

Well, this Tuesday was different.

Someone's here.

Jimmy!

Fucking go!

Oh, fuck!

Go, go, go!

Fuck!

Leave the door! Leave the fucking door!

We need to go!

Let's go! Go!

Get to the car! Get to the fucking car! Go!

Fuck off home, Kevin!

I want the names

of every man that knew about that arms dump.

Somebody's talked to the Brits.

We don't know it was the Brits.

It's Kitson.

It's fucking Kitson!

Jimmy, someone's ratted on us.

I'd discovered something here that was high-level.

Operations were getting blown.

I did not trust Belfast.

There was only a few people who knew about that arms dump.

There was me, there was Jimmy.

And I fucking knew it wasn't Jimmy.

So, I started asking around, and, uh...

in the end,

I didn't have to look too hard.

She came to me.

I think my husband's spying for the Brits.

Seamy disappears the night of Aoife Maguire's funeral.

Seamy?

I wait at home for two days.

He's a no-show.

Then, one morning, I get a letter.

From Seamy himself,

saying he's found a job in London.

He'll only be there a short spell.

He'll be back in time for me birthday.

"My darling Kathleen..." Spare me.

He doesn't call me Kathleen.

He calls me Caitlín.

In Irish. Caitlín, not Kathleen.

And certainly not fuckin' darling.

Sorry, d'you... Do you think this is a forgery?

I didn't know what to think 'til I saw him here in Belfast.

A day after the cheeky wee cunt tells me he's in London

he turns up at the house and he tells me the full story.

How the Brits snatched him.

Said they had him on murder charges,

a bombing,

but they could offer him a way out.

Seamy said he had no other choice but to flip.

Tell me,

where is he now, Kathleen?

Don't be taking me for a fool.

I know what youse do to touts.

With respect, love, that man's made his own bed.

That man's never made his own bed.

I make the fucking bed!

Look, Brendan, I came to you

'cause I know you care about your men.

And Seamus wants out.

He'll do whatever it takes.

Will you help us?

Brendan? Brendan!

- It's alright, love. - Brendan!

Sit down now.

- I'm sorry, Dark. - Oh, I'm sure you are.

What did you tell the Brits?

God help me.

There's a place in Palace Barracks

just for Kitson's informants.

No one knows what goes on there,

except those of us who've been inside...

He would sit and talk to me,

day after day,

wearing me down.

He offered me a full-time job.

Decent pay, a flat of our own in London.

He gave me a choice between a better life

for meself and Caitlín

or a prison sentence.

All I had to do was give him a few names.

These fellows are IRA, yes?

Do you see Brendan Hughes?

Mm.

And who else did you give up?

Look at me when I'm talking to you,

you touting fucking cunt.

Everyone.

I gave 'em all of youse.

- Kathleen, get out now. - Wait!

- Wait! Wait! Wait! - Brendan, you gave me your word!

There's more. I have more.

There was someone else there.

Another informant, one of us.

- What was his name? - This kid.

- I think he's from Ballymurphy. - Name!

Uh... Beaky.

Beaky?

Who the fuck's Beaky?

What have you done, you silly wee cunt?

Alright, before you start, I just want to say, you know,

don't bother,

'cause I'm not saying anything.

Are you a member of the Irish Republican Army?

No.

I mean, I'm not saying anything, but no, I'm not.

It says here you were caught stealing a flag.

Aye. I admitted that already.

- A Union Jack. - A Union Flag.

It's only referred to as a Union Jack

when mounted on a warship.

Anyway, stealing a fucking flag don't make me IRA.

How about firing a gun?

Nah, I told you, I'm not into that sort of thing.

My colleagues don't like me using a modern, foreign pistol.

Worse still,

this is a German pistol.

Aye, a Mauser C96.

That's right, Kevin.

Like what's-his-face in The Great Silence.

Would you like to hold it?

I get it.

The moment I pick that up,

that fella there's gonna stick one right between my eyes.

Is that it?

We're alone, Kevin.

I am unarmed.

It's me who should be scared.

You...

You alright there, Dark?

Oh, aye, Kevin, mate, I'm grand.

Just having a wee bit of a fucking day, you know?

Yeah.

You know, I've known that man in there

since I was a child.

And wee Kevin, he's only a wee boy himself.

We need to speak to Gerry.

- No, I'm not speaking to Gerry. - Why not?

- Gerry'll want them dead. - Aye.

And I'm inclined to agree.

What?

All I'm saying is, we go back in there.

We get some fucking bin bags, wrap 'em round their heads.

We'll just get this over with.

Give me a fuckin' second, Jimmy!

I'd sometimes ask myself, you know,

how could Seamus do it?

Had I misjudged him all them years?

We'd preach a culture of self-sacrifice, right?

The Cause above all.

When you're staring down the barrel

of a 20-year prison sentence,

it's human to be selfish.

Which of youse fucking cunts wants it first?

You want it in the fucking head?

Or do you want it in yer wee fuckin' kneecap?

All I did was tell him where a few rusty guns were hidden.

- This fella named names. - He was Kitson's favorite.

D'you know where he got that holster, Jimmy?

Where'd you get it, Beaky?

Shut the fuck up!

So, right now both of youse are dead.

Right? That's just a fact. Do you understand?

- Do you understand me, Kevin? - Yes, Dark.

Good.

But there's a way I can bring youse back to life.

Anything, Dark.

The Brits don't know we've uncovered

two of their top touts.

And these two dickheads are the only ones that have been invited

to Kitson's wee hideaway in the Palace Barracks.

What do you want us to do?

I'm putting youse back to work.

You'll be spying.

But for me.

You're gonna go back in there

and you're gonna help me uncover all their dirty wee tricks.

Do this,

and I promise you,

I give you my word,

my word,

I'll let you live.

Alright.

So, we're gonna be sort of triple agents?

Dead on.

When you sent Seamus and Kevin

back into the wild,

were you sure it was the right thing to do?

Fuck, no.

I was fucking terrified, like.

I mean, them boys could've marched

right back into Palace Barracks and told the Brits everything.

If they were ever gonna earn my trust,

they were gonna have to prove it.

Would you be more quiet, Beaky?

Look, I told you, don't call me Beaky.

You know, I'm starting to pick up on something here.

You've got a problem with me.

I don't have a problem with you.

Aye, you do.

- What's your problem with me? - Look...

I did what I had to do for the good of my family,

whereas you,

you just wanted to hold a gun and swan about,

playing double-0 gobshite.

And now I'm consigned to the same fate as you

as if I were the same as you.

I knew you had a problem with me.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

You know The Dark's gonna kill us?

He gave us his word.

Because he needs us.

Exactly, so we just stay useful.

As long as we're useful, we're safe.

Wee Kevin wasn't as stupid as he looked.

He hid some guns in the call house.

Then he calls the Brits,

tells them exactly where to look.

This is it?

This is your goldmine arms cache?

This is all us poor wee Irish bastards have

in our fight against the mighty British empire.

Now, speaking of guns...

Ah.

This'll give you access to the firing range.

Dead on.

You know, fair play to him. He was performing like a pro.

He got into everything, got his nose right up the arse

of their entire intelligence outfit.

That's Kevin!

So, they're using a fucking laundry service.

There's a fella with a camera hiding in the roof, right?

My guess, they're on a surveillance

while they're making laundry drop-offs.

What they do with these clothes,

that's the real fucking sneaky bit.

Cuffs, around the buttons

and the collar, anywhere that's been touched.

They're testing 'em. Forensic level fucking testing, like.

- What for? - Traces of explosives.

Aye, gunpowder, cordite, anything,

so they can tell who's been firing a gun.

Fuck me.

Do you know how serious this is?

Four Square's...

- It's in a dozen Catholic areas. - They're everywhere.

Are you sure about this intelligence, Kevin?

I am, Dark.

Good work, kid. Give me a minute with the Big Lad.

Here. Fuck off.

First of all, we may be fucked.

I had a similar notion.

Second of all, it is brilliant.

Aye, I mean, they could ID every call house in Belfast.

They might well have done that already.

Fuck, so they might've.

Which is why we need to hit them now, Gerry.

Hit those bastards with everything we fucking have.

Agreed.

What about Seamus and Kevin?

Come on, Gerry, they're worth more to us alive than dead.

Brendan, look, their past crimes cannot go unpunished.

They'll get a good smack for what they've done,

believe you me. I'll fucking do it myself.

But let them learn a lesson from it.

Alright. Back in a minute.

- How's it going? - I'm alright, not too bad.

And yourself?

Listen, we'll have them back first thing Thursday morning.

Fuck me. It's the girl from the wake with the lipstick.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

I'm looking right fucking at her.

So, is it true, Dark?

Is what true?

The IRA is full of touts.

No.

But it's true about Seamus and Kevin?

How'd you hear about that?

'Course I heard about it. The IRA's full of fucking touts.

Well...

we're looking into it, alright?

I should hope so.

I can't believe these fucking traitors

are up and walking about.

Not everyone gets a second chance.

If it was up to me, I'd put a bullet

in the back of each of their heads.

I know you would, Mar.

Cripple their fucking first-born.

- Marian! - I'm joking.

- I'd just shoot them. - Right.

Fucking duly noted, love.

Shut the fuck up, the pair of youse.

Not a word of this to anyone.

You should do it here.

She's right.

When should we do it, then?

How about Thursday?

So, we hit 'em on Thursday.

Teddy!

Teddy, mate.

Fuck!

Go, go, go, go!

Come here.

We need to get inside. Come on.

For fuck's sake, man, stop!

That's a fucking civilian, Jimmy!

- Get your hands off me, Brendan! - Fucking stop it!

Let's go! Let's fucking go!

Fuck's sake, man!

More violence in Belfast today

after the IRA mounted a carefully coordinated attack.

Authorities have been left baffled

as to the identities of the perpetrators.

I got her number.

We did it, Seamy. We're back!

For first time in your life

I think you might be right.

I'm so fucking proud of you, lad.

You too, dickhead.

Here, lads, do us a favor.

Swing by the call house later on. Right?

I'm putting the pair of youse back to work.

This is just the beginning,

just the fucking beginning.

♪ Armored cars and tanks and guns ♪

♪ Came to take away our sons ♪

♪ But every man must stand behind ♪

♪ The men behind the wire ♪

Fuck off, Johnny!

♪ But every man must stand behind ♪

♪ The men behind the wire ♪

Yes, boys!

So, these Brits aren't gonna take long to fucking regroup,

so it's heigh-ho, back to fucking work we go.

Where's Seamy and Kevin?

Where are they?

Hi. The leadership has decided that Seamus and Kevin...

No! The boys earned their lives back.

They just delivered a huge propaganda victory for you.

- Propaganda? - Aye.

Jesus, Brendan. I think that's the first time

you've said that word out loud.

Gerry, mate, listen, this could be the start of something.

We're just gonna kill 'em?

I know you don't wanna kill your friends

but don't let your emotions cloud the issue here.

Fuck! Do us a favor, Gerry, record yourself saying that,

play it back, see if it sounds like a reasonable thing

- for a person to say. - What I'm trying to say is

the moment you put your men before the Cause...

The men are the fucking Cause!

You endanger everything, right, including the men.

That is some highfalutin intellectual shite

and you fucking know it.

You're not the one who has to put a gun to the head

- of some 17-year-old child. - Neither are you!

Gerry, I'm begging you.

If my men don't trust me to keep my word,

the whole thing falls apart.

Now I'm gonna tell you once.

I made those boys a fucking promise

and that's a promise I intend to keep!

Under what authority did you make a promise?

Your unit has been entirely compromised by touts.

You happened upon those two out of sheer dumb luck.

God knows how many others are out there.

And now you wanna send the message

that this sort of thing is tolerated?

Brendan, it's not.

I gave them my word.

Well, then, you made a promise

you should've known you couldn't keep.

- Look... - It's already over, Brendan.

Someone's taken the boys away.

Who?

You're too soft, Brendan.

It'll land you in trouble one day.

Can you give us the name of the person

that drove Seamus and Kevin that night?

Aye. It was Dolours Price.

Anyone that needed to be taken away,

it was her that usually done it.

How did you feel about that?

I believed...

I believed 100% in Adams, aye.

I believed in his leadership.

I believed in his direction.

I believed in almost everything he would have said to me.

And so, I, uh...

Just... I went along with it.

I take it you would've done things differently?

I would've done a lot of things differently.

♪ I think about you every night ♪

♪ It's only right ♪

♪ To think about the girl you love ♪

♪ And hold her tight ♪

♪ So happy together... ♪

Beaky.

Did you hear? Gerry's sending us down south for training.

When we're back, maybe we'll be joining your outfit.

Aye. Maybe, Kevin.

Aye.

You all right there, Seamus, mate?

Why'd they send you?

What do you mean?

I thought you were part of Gerry's new squad.

Is this the sort of job you lot do?

Chauffeur?

We do what we're asked.

Same as you.

Dolours, you're a woman.

Is that a question, Kevin?

Where would you want a fella to take you out?

'Cause I met myself a wee girl tonight and...

I dunno, I like her.

I wanna take her someplace nice.

Maybe the... Maybe the Garfield Arms.

Don't be taking her to the Arms. Take her to the Astor.

- I can't. - Why not?

You have to be 18.

What about you, Seamus?

Where do you take your Kathleen?

I was hoping to take her to London one day.

Just the two of us.

- I'm gonna throw up. - Don't be a prick, Beaky.

No, I mean, I'm actually gonna throw up.

Kevin, you're not to be sick in this fucking car,

alright?

Yep. Definitely gonna puke.

- Uh... Stop the car! - Fuck's sake!

Seamus.

Stay in the car.

You alright, Jimmy?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Good, man.

What do you reckon they'll have us do first?

Bomb-making? Target practice?

- Have you any paper? - Aye.

Will you see my wife gets this?

What the fuck are we doing here?

- What is this? - Keep walking.

On your knees now, both of you.

No, this is... It's a mistake.

- Beaky, relax. - Get on your knees now.

Brendan said. He said it was fine.

I will shoot you where you stand!

- Beaky... Beaky! - I can't... I can't breathe.

Kevin... Kevin!

It's okay.

You're alright, lad.

In this moment of sorrow

the Lord is in our midst and comforts us with his word.

May he forgive all your sins

and set you among those he has chosen.

Amen.

Our handlers haven't been able to make contact

with either Seamus Wright or Kevin McKee.

For how long?

Since before the attack.

Then they're dead.

We know we have a leak,

which would mean their status as dual operatives

was likely discovered, and they were...

Sir, they were maybe two of our most valuable informants.

Take a look at that photograph there.

Behind the totem.

- Who is that? - One of our informants.

In Kenya.

I'd drive him into the village,

stand him up.

The hooded man, he'd whisper in my ear,

tell me who was a terrorist.

We'd make a big show of it in front of the whole tribe.

I wanted them to know that there were...

there were traitors among them.

Did they ever find out who was under the hood?

Sometimes.

Though, more often than not, they had the wrong name.

Jesus.

They'd... gouge his eyes out,

disembowel him,

because they were so terrified that this poor, innocent man,

one of their own,

was the real enemy.

So, you see,

we're either being fed vital information

or driving them to murder their own men.

Either way, we win.

Eat something.

I can't believe Gerry said this is a promotion.

It's beneath us.

Well, what do you wanna do? Wait tables?

Doesn't seem too bad.

- I'd have time to paint. - You wouldn't paint.

- I said I'd have time to paint. - You'd be miserable.

I just didn't think my contribution to this war

- would be killing Catholics. - Shut up, Dotes.

We can talk about it later.

♪ Trouble is what's bringing us down ♪

♪ Trouble with the world is trouble, yeah... ♪

- Girls? - Hi.

We're here, Aunt Bridie.

♪ To the sound of the music, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap... ♪

What's happening now?

They're dancing, Aunt Bridie,

on Top of the Pops.

They're dancing on top of the what?

Top of the Pops, Bridie. It's a music thing.

They film it in England.

Dancing!

Do they not know there's a war on?

I don't think they do, Bridie.

I think they forget.

Well, maybe someone ought to remind them.

♪ Now the fun has just begun... ♪

You're right, Bridie.

Maybe somebody should.

♪ To the sound of the music, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap ♪

♪ To the sound of the music, music ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap ♪

♪ To the sound of the music ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap ♪

♪ To the sound of the music ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap ♪

♪ To the sound of the music, come on ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap... ♪