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Our handlers haven't been able to make contact

with either Seamus Wright or Kevin McKee.

Then they're dead.

Can you give us the name of the person

that drove Seamus and Kevin that night?

Aye. It was Dolours Price.

I didn't think my contribution to this war

would be killing Catholics.

Well, what do you wanna do?

They're going to bring her back.

How do you know?

She didn't do nothin'.

They're not just gonna kill her.

It's been four weeks.

What do you think they're doing with her, then?

Helen,

I'm hungry again.

Do you think I'm not hungry too?

Who is it?

It's Mickey. Open up.

What's he done this time?

Tried to nick a tin of choccy biscuits.

I apologize.

He's only 11.

Age is no excuse.

What's your name, love?

Helen.

Is your mother or father about, Helen?

Not at the minute, no.

And you're here all alone?

You four in this car, the rest of youse in the other.

Why can't we all ride together?

Youse aren't going to the same place.

You can't do this.

Our ma's coming back.

We don't know that, Helen.

Yes, we fucking do. She wrote us a letter.

We don't know no one from Blackpool.

It's a sign.

Now, there. It's just 'til Mummy comes back from England.

Alright, in youse get!

No! We're not going.

- Now, come on this way. Come on. - No!

- Come on, love. - No!

Into the car. Stop it.

Fuck youse all.

This war's meant to be in the name of the people.

But how come it's only our people

taking their lives in their hands

every time they pop to the shop for half a dozen fucking eggs?

They had a bit of a scare today.

It's not about today.

We were supposed to have lunch at the Hawaiian.

Walked up two minutes late, found it on fire.

I'd say you were right on time.

Girls, this happens to everybody.

Don't let it spook ye.

I'm not spooked, Dark.

I wanna bomb London.

Oh, come on. Get to fuck!

For fuck's sake!

Ger, the IRA planted six bombs today. Six!

And we barely made the local news.

Look, you're not wrong.

What's the target?

The Old Bailey.

How many of our mates have been condemned in them courts?

Their whole entire rotten fucking legal system

flows in and out of that one building.

- It's high security. - Aye. You need a car bomb.

Obviously. You need four.

Four bombs, four targets.

Marian's drawn up a list.

I wanted Buckingham Palace.

She got a bit carried away. I had to calm her the fuck down.

- I still think we can do it. - What about cars?

Do we steal them here or over the water?

We steal them here.

We have to smuggle the explosives over anyway

so we stash bombs in the cars

and send the cars over on the ferry.

Alright.

Who's gonna be the OC?

Me.

Yeah, before this, love, you were working for Gerry

as what, as a driver?

You're right.

My last few jobs weren't that impressive.

But I would die for a united Ireland.

I would die

if I thought it meant the Brits would hesitate

going to the grocer's

or sending their wee kids off to school in the morning.

I would, I would die.

Listen, my whole family has suffered

and I just want that fear to live in their hearts too.

You know?

Alright, give us a minute.

Right, fuck off.

The balls on that wee girl.

Fuck me.

It's a big job.

How about letting the Dark run lead?

Yeah, fuck it, I'll do it.

Brendan, a job like this... we can't afford to lose you.

What do we do if they say no?

I don't know, Mar, but I'm not going back to driving.

I'd honestly rather pull my fucking teeth out.

You don't mind that I said me for OC, do you?

Why would I mind?

I just want it to be perfect.

Why wouldn't it be perfect?

We're a go.

Morning, lads.

Roisin.

Right.

The IRA's not known for perfection.

But that ends now.

'Cause this mission needs to be fucking perfect, okay?

From the cars to the gear to the very clothes on our backs

every single detail needs to be perfect,

because if it's not,

we're all dead, lads.

Okay?

Yes, Dolours.

Yes, Dolours.

Okay.

Now,

with that in mind,

my lieutenant, Marian, and I are gonna show you

how to safely rig the gear.

Good luck, you.

Right.

Each car will be fitted with 200 lb. of ammonium nitrate

and two bags of blasting gelatin.

Careful not to touch the sides.

It's the detonators that are a wee bit sensitive,

so keep those car radios off at all times.

And anyone driving, watch out for potholes, eh?

One down, three to go!

I didn't think you'd come.

Huh?

Ah, when I was wee,

I used to fantasize about how I'd die.

Being hung for treason, that's way up there, so it is.

Firing squad.

Age ten, I thought it'd be romantic.

Here, have you divvied up the room assignments yet?

- Why? - Just... Just curious.

I'm bunking with my sister. I put you with Frankie.

No worries.

What's the craic, lads? Youse alright?

- All good, our kid. - Alright, child.

Chalkie's already trying to fuck me on the job.

I can't cope.

You gotta stop sleeping with men who are beneath you, then.

Doesn't leave a lot of prospects, though, does it?

What's happening with you and Francis?

We kissed a couple of times.

- During the ceasefire. - You sneaky wee bitch!

I can tell he wants to have sex now.

He keeps dropping these clumsy hints.

Ah, well...

We all might be dead tomorrow.

- The timers are all off? - The timers are off.

- You've a change of clothes? - I've got my clothes, Dark.

I know, it's just...

You don't have to ride with the explosives, you know.

Listen, lads, youse don't have to worry about me.

- I'm grand. - I know, I'm just saying

the OC doesn't always ride with the gear.

Should I not be riding with the gear?

No, you ride with the gear.

It shows the boys you're a bad bastard.

- It's good for morale. - Sure, but if you get caught,

that's this whole mission fucked.

- Fuck's sake, lad. - Gerry!

Alright, it's your call.

You're management now.

Right, lads.

You bring our boys back in one piece, alright?

Good luck, child.

Bheadh do shinsir bródúil as.

What did you say?

Your ancestors would be proud.

Okay.

Good luck, kid.

Slán.

What did Prince Gerry have to say, now?

Ah, protocol.

Uh, listen. I'm gonna take the plane,

so I'll meet youse in London.

So, you're leaving me?

I'm promoting you.

Look, look, look, look.

This is what Gerry thinks is right for the mission, okay?

It's me flying.

I don't think they're gonna listen to me, like.

Well, then you hit 'em in the face

with the butt of your pistol

and tell 'em you're Marian fucking Price.

Are we doing this or what?

We leave when I say we leave!

- Yes, ma'am! - See?

Away you go. Come on.

Fuckin' stinks in here.

It's not that bad.

- It's like shite, so it is. - It is shite.

It's the fertilizer, you thick fuck.

Think they'll smell it?

No, I don't think they know what a bomb smells like, Roisin.

What if they do? You don't know that they don't.

Here, now, she's got herself a wee point there.

- What if they search the car? - They're not gonna, alright?

Relax.

You've no tax disc.

You need a tax disc.

Oh, sorry, I...

I applied for one last week.

It just hasn't come yet.

What the fuck's she at?

Just, uh, give me a second, alright?

She's just having a bad day.

I just need a minute.

The trailer's too long. You're over the limit.

That's a commercial vehicle.

Everything's fine, Roisin.

They're not gonna search the car.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

Neither do I. That's why we're calling in a warning.

They'll have an hour to clear the area.

It's only buildings we're blowing up, Roisin.

- It's symbolic. - How's an explosion symbolic?

The radio!

The radio can trigger the fucking detonator.

Yeah, I know.

I need you to unlock the door, Roisin. Everyone's waiting.

- I'm a terrible liar. - You don't have to say anything.

Just shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.

They'll see my face, and I can't control my face.

I have a very expressive face!

Sir? Sir!

Would you mind turning the radio down a bit, would you?

The radio, mate. Just... Just turn it down a bit.

Cheers.

All you have to do is get on the ferry,

get to London.

You can even stay in the hotel.

You don't have to...

You don't have to go anywhere near the bombs.

You can walk away.

- You promise? - Yeah.

Now, unlock the door.

I'm sorry.

Blow your nose.

- What's going on here? - Her dog just passed.

Can we go? I'll pay the fine.

Go on. Just get it sorted.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are now approaching London Heathrow Airport.

The cars are tucked away for the night.

- How was your flight over? - Bumpy, but I'll survive.

Were the lads grand?

Yeah, the lads are fine.

It's just that fucking Roisin's soft, Dotes.

She's not gonna do it.

Jesus!

Um...

Look, we'll just...

We'll give her a tenner, send her back to the hotel,

and we'll pick her up on the way to the airport tomorrow.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Where's Chalkie?

He, uh...

He said something about checking on the cars.

Under whose orders?

Lads, this isn't a fucking holiday, okay?

When we're in public, youse need to...

What about youse? Come on!

Here, I'll tell you what, lads, see this place?

This is fucking shite.

It's actually just all paintings.

Shut up!

We don't want our fucking accents giving us away, do we?

What do you want us to do? Not talk?

Exactly. Shut the fuck up!

Treat everyone as a possible witness, okay?

Now, we've one night off before this job.

Youse are tourists. Act accordingly.

But no fucking dr...

No fucking drink.

None, okay?

And groups of three or less.

Got it?

Have we got it?

- Yes. Yes? - Yes.

Okay. Thank you very much.

We'll see you at the crack of dawn.

- Christ the night! - You're a fucking eejit!

Do we really have to go to the theater?

Aye.

I find live theater pretentious.

It's an Irish production.

Let's get a bit of culture before we blow them all up.

We went over this.

Did no one tell you the march was banned?

I knew the march was banned.

Did you expect them to give you a cup of tea at the end of it?

I didn't expect them to drive their tanks through us,

shoot gas and rubber bullets into us, young fella.

It's a mercy to God no one's hurted.

Lily,

this day I confer on you

the freedom of the city of Derry.

I think we're gonna head out.

Mar, you're killing me.

Francis invited me back to his room.

Oh.

Is that okay?

I won't stay the night.

Yeah, obviously. It's your last night, Mar.

Do what you want.

So...

The play's great, huh?

We're leaving.

Thank Christ.

It just breaks your heart, what's happening over there.

Jesus!

Dolours!

You're here!

Someone's had a few too many.

Dolours, what's going on?

Don't say my name, you thick fucking cunt.

- Give me your keys. - Sorry. I can't...

Chalkie.

- Up! - Aye, uh... I'm get...

I'm getting up, I'm getting up!

Fuck's sake!

- Turn! - No, I... Oh, here...

No, I need to lie down. I...

- I need to lie down... - Chalkie, look at me.

Look at me, look at me! Hey, Chalkie, look at me!

Do you need some help?

No, we're grand, thank you. No, we're just over there.

- You're grand, mate. - Come on.

Thank you.

Alright. Well...

Someone's gonna have a hangover tomorrow.

Oh, yeah!

Oh!

Hey, where did we park the cars?

This is us, thank you.

I might have some aspirin in my room...

We've got it. Thank you.

Wait...

Here, Dolours, wait...

Shut the fuck up!

Uh, Dolours.

Dolours, wait...

Dolours!

Where were you? I was worried.

Fucking... Chalkie.

What happened?

We're the only ones with brains, Mar.

I'm scared we're fucked.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, sorry to disturb.

We've just got word from one of our informants.

He has credible intelligence about an attack on the mainland.

Hail, holy queen,

mother of mercy.

Ready?

- Boy or girl? - We don't wanna know.

Well, what color are your wife's nipples?

Excuse me?

If she's got dark nipples, means you're gonna have a boy.

I really don't think that's true.

I bet you a quid it is.

- Fuck off! - I'll get in on that.

Look, don't be bloody betting on my wife's nipples!

Special Branch called.

Palace Barracks just passed on some intel

from an IRA informant.

There's four car bombs in London today.

- Where? - We don't know.

We don't have plates, locations.

All we know is the cell's made up

of eight men and three women, all late teens.

They're hiding out somewhere in London.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Don't forget to lock up.

Emergency.

This is an official warning call

from the Irish Republican Army.

There are four car bombs in London.

The first car can be found at the army recruiting center.

It's a Hillman Hunter. The number plate's GHN 671L.

KHS 232M,

- New Scotland Yard. - M or N?

Vauxhall Viva, BBX 551L,

British Forces Broadcasting Service.

Ford Cortina...

Five...

- The Old Bailey. - Give me that last plate again.

You've an hour to evacuate the area.

Fucking reeks in here.

Jesus Christ!

Move away!

Lads, move away. Move!

Only one of us needs to be here for this.

Just get on with it.

Keep your distance.

- We shouldn't be here. - We're fine.

We should've stayed at the hotel.

Look, it's fine. Just keep moving.

- One down, three to go. - That's well done.

I, uh... I removed the minute hand, sir,

but looks like it was set to go off at noon.

I did have one thought, sir.

I mean, they used a long fuse.

Bombers could be out the country before the cars even blow.

Send word to Special Branch. Lock all exits.

Airports, ferry ports.

We're Gate 22.

Dotes?

Do we run?

Um, everybody just keep moving. Come on!

We're happy to offer you a travel voucher.

Ford Cortina. We need eyes on a Ford Cortina.

Excuse me, miss!

Excuse me!

Excuse me, would you like to just wait here for me, please?

Thank you.

Excuse me, mate. What's going on here?

Keep moving. Keep moving along.

Come with us. Come on.

Get your hands off me! What are youse doing?

I haven't done anything. I haven't done anything.

This is us. This is us.

Miss!

Miss, excuse me!

Miss!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Get your hands off me, please. - Where are you traveling?

Dublin. Why are you grabbing me?

We've done nothing wrong. Where are you taking me?

Hey, hold it, hold it!

This one's wired differently. It's going to the boot.

How long have you been here?

Are you gonna look at me?

What the fuck is the matter with you?

You just gonna sit there all day?

What are you doing in London?

What are you doing in London?

We know what you're doing in London.

That boy you were with, what's his name? Francis.

You know he's got a record?

What are you doing on holiday with a member of the IRA?

Look, we don't have time for this.

There's still three car bombs out there.

We need the number plates.

People are going to die.

They've had training.

Get those stupid bastards away from the windows!

What's going on?

Away from the windows!

You call yourself a Christian.

Christ! Where do we start?

Am I intended to gather

the timing on the other bombs has expired?

- I haven't got it. - Get back!

Go! Go back!

Go, go, go!

Everyone move!

Want to know how it turned out?

Two of your cars blew.

200 people injured and maimed.

Where is my sister?

Mar! Mar!

It's okay. I'm okay. It's okay.

Fucking get off!

Strip.

What?

We're testing your clothes for bomb residue,

so strip or we'll do it for you.

Fuck off. Fuck off! I'll do it myself.

Get off!

We'll not wear prison clothes.

We're not criminals.

Suit yourself.

Fingerprint evidence in your purse.

Evidence in your hotel room.

Evidence out of your notebook.

Look, you need to plead guilty.

We're not pleading guilty.

- Dolours... - We can't plead guilty.

We don't recognize the court.

That's why we blew up the courthouse.

Girls, they're going to pursue the maximum penalty.

Now, you don't have a choice.

Your teammate, Roisin, she's to testify against you.

Fucking traitor.

The best thing you can do right now is to behave.

No one will believe

you two could've pulled this off on your own.

There's sympathy for you if you earn it.

Do not engage with the reporters

and leave your politics outside.

It's either that

or 20 years in Her Majesty's Prison.

Your call.

20 years?

We didn't even kill anyone.

I am so sorry, Mar.

- Ah, Dotes. - No.

I fucked up.

- I really fucked up. - Dotes...

No.

Look what we did.

That's mission accomplished.

And here they come. Here they come now.

The Sisters of Terror.

Evil little maniacs!

Miss Price? Miss Price. Miss Price.

Miss Price, do you regret your actions?

Do your troops regret the children

- shot dead on Bloody Sunday? - My clients...

Does your government regret 800 years of colonialist terror?

Miss Price, do you agree

with the aims and principles of the IRA?

Don't answer that.

Yes.

I must say that I do.