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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?

I wanna bomb London.

200 people injured and maimed.

Leave your politics outside.

It's either that or 20 years in Her Majesty's Prison.

Miss Price, do you agree with the aims of the IRA?

Yes.

I must say that I do.

My Aunt Bridie was just a young woman

when a bomb took her eyes and her hands.

Dolours? Is that you?

Mam says you should smoke.

We didn't pity her, though.

She'd given everything for the Cause.

The feeling I had was closer to envy.

Do you miss parties?

- What's to miss about parties? - Dancing.

Do you like dancing?

No.

Me either.

I like smoking.

I can still smoke.

Mam said you were a good dancer.

Well...

I was.

Your mother was a terrible dancer.

Mam does everything for you.

Aye.

- Gives you baths. - Sometimes.

Puts your knickers on after you go to the toilet.

That's why you should be nice to your sister, Dolours.

You never know what you might need her for.

Miss Price.

Welcome to Brixton.

You'll be allowed three letters a week and one parcel.

Showers every other day and 30 minutes in the yard.

Shower privileges can be revoked

at the discretion of the Governor.

Yard privileges can be revoked

at the discretion of the Governor.

I guess me and you should try to be friends, then.

If it were truly up to me, Miss Price,

I'd bury you in a hole.

We'll ask you both to step out of your clothes

and place them in the bins.

- Miss Price. - Wait, just...

Right now?

We refuse to be held in a men's prison in London.

We're young women and we should be in a women's prison.

You're convicted terrorists.

We're not terrorists,

we're prisoners of war,

and we should serve out our sentence

in a women's prison in Ireland.

- It's a political... - You see,

that is our disagreement, Miss Price.

There is no such thing as political explosions.

There are just explosions.

And the people who cause them end up here.

Yeah, and how many...

You are not entitled to any special treatment.

It's not special treatment

for a woman to ask to be held in a women's facility.

You have three seconds, Miss Price.

No, no, wait, wait. We are formally requesting

to be transferred to a women's prison in Ireland.

Is anybody writing this down?

My sister is 19 years old.

Yes. So are some of your victims.

Do you really wanna start tallying up victims?

Hey, no, no, no, no, wait.

We'll do it.

Miss Price, step forward.

No.

I go first.

They're excited to meet you.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

Let me go first.

Come on, up here. Paddy whore!

How many terrorist cocks have you sucked, sweetheart?

Ah, don't be shy.

Come on.

We had to shift things around to prepare for you.

Dolours Price, you'll be staying in here.

Wait, we're not staying together?

Look, we can share a bed. We'll share anything.

When will I see her again?

Mar, we're starting, okay? Are you ready?

- When? - Tomorrow.

I'd always been taught

prison was the greatest honor we could aspire to.

Turned out

it wasn't quite the noble feeling I was expecting.

Dolours and Marian Price

have earlier today been transferred to Brixton Prison

where they will serve out their life sentence.

If you ask me, a life sentence...

Breakfast!

Um, no, thank you, sister.

Please tell the Governor

that we're officially on hunger strike.

I'm sorry?

We won't be taking any food or juice

until he properly considers our request for a transfer home.

Tell him we will bring fury down on his head, okay?

Tell him we will embarrass him in front of his nation.

I just leave anyway.

When you join the IRA,

there is always this question: how far are you willing to go?

Was I willing to put a bomb on the street?

I was.

Was I willing to die on hunger strike?

I thought I was.

Come on.

So cold.

Did you do it?

Did you?

Did she leave the food in your room?

I knew I was the reason we were in here.

And even if Marian never blamed me,

I knew I owed her.

I'm gonna get you out of here, Mar.

I promise.

- It's like a staring contest. - Mm-hm.

Don't have to do it forever.

We just have to make them blink.

And what if they don't?

Blink.

They'll blink.

We've seen this tactic before.

We won't be threatened with anyone's suicide...

- Breakfast. - No, thank you, sister.

Setting bombs in the street is crime,

and threatening to kill yourself through starvation

is also a crime.

A hunger strike is not a peaceful protest.

It is blackmail.

I heard you lose more calories by thinking, anyway,

so why don't we just sit here and think?

I've been thinking all day.

I just want this to be over.

Fuck's sake!

They're selling seats.

A screw told me.

£1.50 to watch us exercise.

Hm. It's a good thing I've lost 7 lb. and my tits look huge.

Dotes, when you lose weight, it eats your tits, you know?

- Does it? - Yeah, it does.

It's the first thing to go.

Enjoy it while it lasts, lads.

Yeah!

So, how's Da?

Yeah, yeah, he's... he's fine.

You know, he's got his committees and...

Keeping busy.

- That's good. - Yeah.

Oh, um...

Gerry and Brendan were arrested.

- No. - Horrible.

- Knocked his teeth out. - Wait, whose teeth?

Gerry's.

Ah, his big, beautiful teeth.

I think there was a tout.

They were in a call house.

Annie's, or was it Annie telling me?

Sorry, I might have got that wrong.

My mind's been a bit...

You look a bit skinny, Mummy.

Are you trying to upstage us, Ma?

I'm not skinny, I'm alright.

Can we get some water for our mummy?

She's not well.

I'm fine, it's...

just, um...

It's good to see you, Ma.

You too.

How long did they say you had?

Uh... half an hour. Half an hour.

That's nice.

Yeah, it is. It's really nice.

So, what have you girls been taking, then?

Just water, Mummy.

Water. Okay.

Well, you drink lots of water, then, do you hear me? Yeah.

Yeah.

If I'd known

it was gonna be the last time that I'd see my mother...

I might've told her how much she meant to me.

But then, we really didn't say things like that in my family.

Is that you struggling, though?

Miss Price. Right, come on, Price.

Watch yourself. Get up, come on.

I'm a doctor. You're alright.

- Off you go. - What's going on?

- Bring her back. - No!

What are you doing?

Please let me go. Please!

No, please!

Alright, I've got it. Yes.

Please... please...

Let's tighten that a bit more.

Nice and tight, now.

Guards, can we hold her, please?

Dr. Mansuri, are you ready? Okay.

Yes, I approved the procedure.

This is all for the sisters' well-being.

We run one of the most ethical and humane prison systems

in the world and we are not in the habit

of allowing our inmates to kill themselves.

I thought I was gonna die.

I know.

I just... I couldn't breathe

when they put the tube down my throat.

I felt like I was fucking drowning.

Yeah.

I think I passed out for a couple of seconds.

I don't know if I can do it again.

You don't have to do it again.

- It's not what we signed up for. - I know.

It's an entirely different situation now, Dotes.

Everyone will understand.

What about you?

I wanna keep going.

You sure?

Yeah.

Aye.

Okay.

We'll come off it together or not at all.

Right?

She's barricaded the door.

Bring her here. Come here!

Fuck youse! Fuck off!

Fuck!

Stop it!

Oh.

Marian?

Mar, you there?

It's about dignity, Mar. That's the angle.

Right? I mean, we deserve ownership over our own bodies.

Men they would let die with dignity.

I'm writing the Home Secretary another letter.

He said we were gaining weight. Did you hear that?

No.

I was gonna ask for your testimonial.

Alright. It's not gonna change anything, though.

- What would you suggest? - Honestly?

I think there's nothing we can do.

Tell Mummy.

Has it gotten any better?

It hurts me when they put the tube in.

I can't breathe.

It's worse if you're tight.

It sounds mad,

but you have to relax a little.

- Relax, Mar? - Yeah, and open your throat.

If you can manage it.

You have to remind yourself you're breathing

even if it feels like you're not.

Aye.

I'll give it a whirl.

Do you ever throw up?

I throw up everything.

Every single fucking thing.

Relax, relax.

Relax, relax.

Are you comfortable?

It just caught me off guard.

Yeah, I understand.

I just feel that we shouldn't be doing this.

Now, why don't you take a little break?

No, I'm fine.

Look, everything will be okay.

I'm okay.

You never said your name.

Oh, uh, Mansuri.

It's nice to meet you, Dr. Mansuri.

Would you like to rinse your mouth?

Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- I have a question. - Yes?

Why are you doing this?

Well... as a doctor,

I have a moral obligation to keep you alive.

Yeah, but I'm not dying today, am I?

- I'm not dying tomorrow. - That's true.

So, is it not torture, then?

In my professional opinion, this is the path of least harm.

Thank you for explaining that, Doctor.

See you tomorrow.

"Her milky tits hung handsomely on her chest.

"Miles could tell the attention that he had given them

"had been very well received indeed.

"There were no raspberries riper anywhere on the farm."

Shit, Dolours, it's seven o'clock.

Do you have your radio? Mine's not working.

- What channel? - BBC, dummy.

Is she on? I wanna hear her.

Can you hear that?

Reports from the prison say

your daughters' health is improving.

Their blood pressure's up, their heart rate's up.

- This is necessary medical... - No.

That's not true, no.

Uh, their... their bodies are covered in bruises.

Um, they have wounds in their mouths

from the feeding implements.

They gag, they-they choke, they vomit.

Is this too graphic for you or should I keep going?

It's not too graphic, Mrs. Price.

It's just you can't argue with the doctor's reports.

Your daughters are healthier now than they were a week ago.

They might weigh 5 lb. more but they are traumatized.

Yes, but the other option is allowing them to starve.

I respect my daughters' wish to die.

They are dying for a cause...

Surely any mother who loves her children...

I'm sorry, hold on.

I love my children.

Okay? I love them very much and I am very proud of them.

There are a lot of people that come onto this Earth

and they... they eat, they work, they die

and they contribute nothing.

So at least if... my daughters do die,

they will have done something.

So you're saying you'd rather

they continue their hunger strike

and the government not keep them alive?

The government can keep them alive.

The government can send them home

to Ireland where all the women in our family

have served out their prison sentences.

Get in. Go on, Ma!

That's our mummy.

Oh, fuck.

Send them home.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Just send them home.

- Send them home. - Excuse you!

They are wee girls

and they're perfectly capable

of making decisions for themselves.

I mean, how does the IRA not respond to this?

I think it's a matter...

Did you hear what they said about us last night?

No.

Well, the nurses at the Royal London Hospital

are supporting us now, which is grand.

And Vanessa Redgrave offered us her apartment.

I need you to take this and run to the toilet.

Why?

They need to run some tests.

Why?

They just want to make sure you're healthy.

You know they're only doing this

'cause they're scared we're gonna die?

Like, you are sticking a tube down my throat

because some fucking gutless politician is nervous.

- What happens if you die? - Ah, we blow them up.

- Dolours. - I'm joking.

Are you?

It just irritates me that they pretend to care.

- Some of them care. - No.

No English person on the planet cares about me.

To them I'm just a liability, so, fuck 'em, I say.

It's the tooth?

Is it... Is it loose?

- From the bit. - Let me feel it.

You know, I'm English and, um...

I care about you.

Sometimes the only way through trauma

is by giving into it.

The doctor made that easier.

He was a good man.

Although I wouldn't have been able to say that then.

We were both clinging to the idea

that what we were doing was right.

And I have to admit, I respected him for that.

Miss Price, you have a phone call.

Thanks.

- Hello? - Hi, Dolours, it's me.

- Hi, Mummy. - I don't mean to bother you.

No, you're not bothering me. What's up?

I've got some bad news.

- Albert, I'm talking to her. - Sorry, Mummy, I can't hear you.

You're gonna have to say that again. What's wrong?

I got some bad news a while ago, actually.

I mean, I thought it might get better, but...

I was back in hospital last night and, um...

What did the doctor say?

Well, I don't know, Dolours.

But we're not giving up hope.

- Good morning, Miss Price. - Good morning.

- Where's Dr. Mansuri? - Just sit down, love.

No, I... I want to speak to Dr. Mansuri.

- Get her in the chair. - No, I don't wanna do it

if he's not...

Please. I just... I need to speak to Dr. Mansuri.

She's got a crush.

I'm telling you, these Irish come here

and breed like rabbits. They're all fucking slags.

We built your roads.

And we were fucking happy in our own country

until youse came and took it over.

- Look at this one, lecturing us. - Violet!

When she disfigures children, blinds people.

Open your mouth, sweetheart.

The way you do it makes me choke.

Don't get fussy with us, dear. None of this was our idea.

We'd happily let you starve.

Did you talk to Mummy?

She'll be alright.

I don't know, Mar.

Better to be optimistic.

Lots of people get sick, lots of people get better.

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

Dotes, stop.

I'll eat your fucking cock, you cunt!

- Let's go. - Who's here today?

Is Mansuri back?

If I can't miss a day, you can't miss a day.

Dolours, I had a fever.

And if I had a fever?

Tell 'em.

I won't do it without you.

I will pass that message along.

What's wrong with her?

What do you think?

If she can't do it herself, I'll have to shower her.

No.

I can do it.

OK, Mar.

I'm gonna help you, okay?

- Mm. - Okay.

One, two, three, go.

There we go.

Go on, lads. The feeding room now.

Come on then. Get a move on, will you?

Hurry up.

Come on then, get a move on.

Hey, what's going on?

She's fainted.

What?

- What's wrong? - Your sister.

She's alright.

She choked on the feed. It went into her lungs.

She passed out.

She almost drowned.

But people acted promptly.

All the right protocols were taken.

She's alright.

You said you'd be careful.

Dolours, I... I was careful.

- You said you cared about us. - I do. I do care.

We were careful.

Careful clearly isn't good enough

if things like this are gonna happen.

I'm keeping you alive, Dolours. Do you not understand that?

I'm keeping you from dying.

You are prolonging me and my sister's suffering.

You don't have a single fucking clue what you're doing

- or the ramifications... - Please, Dolours.

I promise you, this procedure is safe.

Your sister is safe.

I will not hurt you.

I will not let you die, okay?

I'll give you some space.

Let's go, Miss Price.

Now what?

Whoa, whoa. That's not necessary.

Okay?

Dolours, come on.

Ow! Jesus Christ!

Grab her, grab her.

I thought we had an understanding.

Dolours, come on. I thought we had an understanding.

Just open your mouth, Dolours. Just open your mouth, okay?

Please. Please.

Dolours, please. Just open your mouth, please.

Ow! Fuck!

- Oh, my God! - Right, give me the bit.

- Give me the bit! - I've got the tube.

I'm sorry, Dolours.

We just need you to cooperate, okay?

Get me the tube. Give me the tube now!

Why are you doing this?

I'm giving you the privilege of killing me.

You can tell the Governor that this is how it's gonna be

from this point forward.

I'll see you tomorrow, Doctor.

Breakfast.

- Is it just you today? - Just me.

It's been two weeks

since members of the hospital staff quit in protest.

The Chief Medical Officer has refused

to administer the treatment, citing ethical concerns.

Now that the sisters are back on hunger strike,

their weight is dropping swiftly.

I heard the skinny bitch fainted in the shower.

Shh, Violet. She could go that way.

- Dolours? - Mar?

Hi, Mar.

Hi.

D'you know what they call this place?

The nurses.

Huh? It's the terminal ward.

I hope the terminal bit's today.

Do you know?

My only regret is that I can't attend my own funeral.

Wouldn't it be grand, though, Mar?

To stand in a crowd like that and weep for ourselves.

What great wee girls we were.

What a great loss to Ireland.

I think it's a matter of days, and this'll all be over.

Are you prepared to die for it, Mar?

Like, really die for it?

Of course.

The British government is bracing itself

for a wave of recriminatory violence

in the event the sisters die...

Come on, Mar.

You have to try to stand up.

I'm not getting out of bed anymore.

What's wrong?

Dotes, I...

I don't wanna have children.

It's okay.

You're not gonna have children.

Dotes, I'm scared. I...

I want everyone to die.

No. No, no.

No, no, no.

You're not allowed to do this. Hey, come on.

Mar. Mar, you don't go first.

Hey. Remember? I go first. I get my way.

I'm the big sister. Remember, Mar? Mar.

Come on, get up. Get up.

Hey... Hey, look. Hey.

Look at the window.

That's sunshine.

It's sunshine, Mar. It's morning.

It's morning and I'll get you coffee if you want.

D'you want coffee, Marian? You can have anything you want.

Please. Mar. Mar.

I'm sorry. Please. Just stay in it with me. Please.

Marian, stay in it with me, please. Come on.

I'm sorry.

Mar, we can stop.

We can stop.

Get in here. Come on.

Put that over there, please.

Can we get some fluids in her?

Keep an eye on her.

It's done, girls. You're all done.

- Can we get her some milk? - The government's relented.

Now, drink up. You win.

They're sending you back to Ireland.

Dotes, what's going on?

Hey. Hey.

Good news, my darling. It's over.

They blinked.

We're gonna go home.

Mm.

That is the best fucking chicken pie of my life.

I'm gonna throw up.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Thank you very much. - Thanks.

Flight attendants, please prepare for landing.

We're landing.