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Next time, I choose the costumes.

I look ten times more celibate than you.

You are ten times more celibate than me

shut up!

Sure. On you go, sister.

Thank you.

And how can I help you today, sister?

I

I wanna deposit a check.

Come on now, Ginny.

We've been through this a hundred times.

No, yo use aren't. They don't let in women.

Well, we're the first, lady, okay?

So, put the money in the bag.

- Jesus, a gun! - Alright, all yo use, listen up!

We are liberating funds for the Irish republican army!

Mother superior!

Everyone down on the ground! Now!

Everyone, hands on your head!

Get down!

Go on, missus.

- On the ground, please. - No!

This is sacrilege, this is.

I'll not be having any part of it.

Ach, no, it's just a bit of flair, love.

Now, go on, pretty please.

No!

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

She won't lie down. The fuck am I supposed to do?

I think we're gonna have to make an example of her, like.

- She's a hundred years old. - Yeah... read your handbook.

Anyone who resists is disloyal to the cause.

- She's fucking catholic. - I'm catholic too, by the way!

Just... shoot her in the foot!

Hey, how come she gets to stand?

- Down! - Okay!

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Money in the bag.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Okay, Ginny. Ginny, is it, yeah?

Okay, just relax, Ginny. It's okay.

I'm doing this for your family as much as mine, okay?

I just want our kids to grow up in a free Ireland.

- Okay, love? - Okay.

It's okay.

Good girl.

Don't be holding out on me now, love.

Mother superior, we're away!

Chin up, Penelope. I hear they've a tennis court.

Welcome to palace barracks, sir. How was your trip over?

45 minutes.

Right. Well...

That's why we need your daddy, love.

He's come to help win the war.

It's not a war, it's an insurgency.

Gold star, Penelope.

Remember why we insist on calling it that?

'Cause calling it a war gives the terrorists legitimacy?

Very good.

So, this is the war room,

which we need to rename, clearly.

We'll get right on that.

Just to get you situated, sir...

We've got the protestants to the east.

These areas are friendly.

And the catholics out here to the wild west.

Both sides have their own paramilitary factions.

Both are planting bombs daily.

I'm less worried about the protestants.

In principle they're on our side.

Correct. They also have most of the guns, thank god.

And the ira, the catholic insurgents?

How many of ours have they killed?

We've lost 40 men so far,

mostly to bombings and shootings.

They claim they aren't targeting civilians,

but the death toll is rising by the day.

I'm not surprised. A bomb is a blunt instrument

in the hands of someone with no education or training.

Yes, sir.

And these are the... Major players?

Admittedly, some of the younger generation

have proved a tad elusive.

We did have one stroke of luck just last night, though.

It's Gerry Adams' dog, sir.

That's a true story.

The brits had stolen Gerry's dog.

- His dog? - Yeah.

But what you have to remember is,

at that time, British intelligence, well...

They were a wee bit shite.

Just ask Brendan.

Aye. Total shite.

I mean, the brits were a fucking mess.

The brits raided a house in lower falls,

looking for me and Gerry, right?

Gerry a?

We're looking for Gerry Adams!

Do you hear that, Gerry?

You're famous.

Fuck's sake, they got Shane.

What they found instead was one very confused black lab.

You know, if your wee dog turns informant,

I'll put a bullet in him myself.

Shane'd never do that. He's loyal.

He's only loyal 'cause you feed him, dickhead.

Look at that. He's forgotten you already.

Me and Gerry were on the run, right...

That meant we didn't sleep at home.

We slept wherever we happened to be.

You, stop there!

Anytime we saw a brit,

all we had to do was knock on the nearest door.

Fuck me.

How are you, Geraldine, love? You okay?

Here... here, give us a wee hand.

Here. Take this pistol, right?

Me and Gerry had the whole of west Belfast

eating out of the palm of our hands.

And all the brits had was that fucking dog.

We used to kick the dog when Gerry wasn't looking.

Think it was a protestant dog. Do you want a beer?

We thought the animal might lead us to the man himself.

And has he told you anything yet?

You do not know what Gerry Adams looks like, correct?

That's currently, accurate, sir.

So, how will you know when the dog has identified him?

Perhaps that man's Gerry Adams. Congratulations.

The brits had a problem.

They didn't know who was ira.

The only member of d-company who'd been captured

was my partner, Jimmy.

And Jimmy wasn't talking.

His name's Jimmy dooley.

Word is, he's d-company. Works closely with the dark.

This chap called "the dark", what do we know?

Not much.

We know he's ruthless.

His unit's planting more bombs than anyone in the north.

And we know he's beloved. Most of these guys, sir,

they say they're fighting in the name of the people.

You know, in Kenya,

there was one terrorist unit who were...

Beloved by the local tribes.

They believed that their leader could not be killed.

After we killed him,

the rebellion came apart like wet tissue paper.

Everything stops until we locate the dark.

Sir.

And fetch that fellow a doctor. He can't talk if he's dead.

They could beat us, they could shoot us,

they could drive their tanks over us,

but the one thing they could never get us to do was talk.

Right? Silence was our power.

Ira women aren't typically in the habit of robbing banks.

Listen to this. Rte and radio 4.

And I was right about the habit puns.

You know Brendan didn't authorize this, right?

Isn't he liable to shoot us in the knees?

Only if we keep the money.

Besides, he should be thrilled with us.

Dotes, we made 38 quid!

We're all anybody's talking about.

And that's fucking priceless.

You're wanted at the mortuary.

Who died?

Youse are down the hall.

The one with the black door.

Go on, have a seat.

We should have a conversation about following orders.

Yes.

Look... we apologize.

We accept full responsibility.

And we're ready for our next assignment.

Do you know what I'd do to you if you were my men?

Yeah, well, luckily we're... we're very sorry.

Did you see we made rte at least?

The nuns were a nice touch.

For fuck's sake, Gerry, they made about 38 quid.

Told ya.

Well, I did have a wee idea just this morning.

Something sure to make the British press.

Go on, then.

Your man, Jimmy, was picked up by the brits, wasn't he?

Yes. Why?

We were thinking, you know, maybe we could liberate him.

- A jailbreak? - Catch yourself on.

You cannot just storm the palace barracks.

You'd be dead before you hit the parade ground.

Yeah, but Jimmy's not in the barracks, is he?

He's in hospital.

Mar, tell him.

Jimmy needs abdominal surgery.

They beat him so badly, they ruptured his appendix.

They're sending him to the hospital in the morning.

Mar volunteers in the children's ward.

- I work with the wee spastics. - Touching.

Listen, she's seen Jimmy's room.

It's one guard and a pair of handcuffs.

It's easier than robbing a bank.

And think of the propaganda value.

I mean, between the bombs and the dead weans,

this war's right fucking dreary, but something like this,

if it's successful, it's...

That's a big fucking if, dolours.

Well, I mean, I dunno.

People could use a bit of fucking craic.

Exactly! I'm thinking you could come, Gerry.

Sure I have the costumes already.

Don't be cheeky. Gerry's busy running the war.

He's not got time to babysit yo use two.

- 'Course not. - Anyway...

It's your company, Brendan. It's your call.

If they could pull it off,

you'd have the most loyal unit in the north.

I've already got the most loyal unit in the north.

What do you think your men would want, sir?

Drop that, ye fucking easter egg, ye.

This man's a prisoner of war. We're taking him home.

- Give me the keys. - I've not got them.

I'm not gonna ask you again, sunshine.

I told you

check his pockets.

Don't worry, lad.

I've got you.

- They're not there. - Fuck...

- Fuck... - I've got them.

I'm sorry.

Right, get the fucking door. Let's go.

Let's go! Go, go, go, go, go!

Relax! Relax! We're liberating you.

Could you not have waited 'til they liberated my appendix?

My stomach's fucking on fire here, Brendan.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back it up.

Peelers, peelers.

Did they see us?

Don't know.

We're going for the lift. Cover us.

- Alright? - Fuck.

Put it down!

Put the gun down!

Let's go!

Into the back! Into the back!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Fuck's sake!

Don't fucking move!

Fuck!

Right, girls.

I'll tell Gerry yo use are good wee operators.

What's the craic? How's your kids gettin' on?

All good, dark.

Whenever you finished a job, you'd head to divis, right...

The place was a fucking fortress.

You knew the whole community had your back.

Women, kids

I mean, they'd have made anyone good neighbors, see?

There was one woman.

A mother of ten.

Do you know who I'm talking about?

Aye, you're... ...talking about Jean mcconville.

A lot of bad things happened in those days.

Aye, well, that one...

That one was... That one was particularly nasty.

Can you tell David to tuck this away for me?

There's... There's no David here.

- Is he not...? - No, this is our flat.

Would you mind, then, love? Just doing us a wee favor.

- Why? - 'Cause you're part of divis.

We look after each other here.

- Just put it in your flat. - They search my flat.

That's not my problem.

Sorry.

Right.

I'll be sure and pass that message along.

We're not getting involved.

We live here.

We're involved.

Can you tell us why the widow was taken away?

I suppose

I suppose it all came down to one thing, really.

Loyalty.

Loyalty.

In palace barracks

the hospital job was a finger right in their eye.

The trouble was, you couldn't pull off something like that

and stay anonymous forever.

Gentlemen, I think some of these strapping young Lasses

are on the wrong side of the board.

At least that's what our spies were telling us.

There's a new face at palace barracks.

Brigadier frank kit son.

The brits brought him in after colonel Mitchell got the sack.

That's too bad.

That old colonel couldn't find shite up a dead bear's bum.

Yeah, well, this new fella's a whole other story, dark.

He's got every interrogator in the place

asking after d-company.

I reckon he wants an informant.

With my men?

No, my men would sooner sell out their own ma than turn tout.

If we've got spies, they can have spies.

Fuck's sake, Gerry, you'd make the coffee nervous.

- What else? - Not much.

His last posting was in Kenya somewhere.

He's always reading the racing form.

What year did he serve in Kenya?

What's the issue?

There was a revolution in the '50s, I think.

The brits put it down.

What happened?

No one knows. They burnt all the records.

Do you wanna do a bit more sniffing around for us,

see what you can find?

Well done, mate.

What are you shitting your cacks for?

I'm shitting my cacks

'cause this guy kit son's got tanks and bombs

and a £7 billion defense budget.

- What have we got? - The working man, Gerry.

- The working man? - The working man.

- Are you the working man? - I am indeed, aye.

You haven't done a day's work in your life.

Fuck up!

Sir?

Thought I'd better sort this flicker out, sir,

before it gives you a migraine.

Sir.

Transcripts of the dooley interrogation.

I'd say we've as much chance

of getting that dog to talk as we do those men.

You're local, private?

I'm from londonderry, sir. Born and bred in the waterside.

That's the protestant area, yes?

I'd be curious to know your perspective

on the interrogations.

Sir, would it not be better

to discuss this matter in private?

Why?

Don't you trust this man?

I

I'd really rather just share my opinion privately, sir.

No, I want you to share it in front of him.

Very well.

When I see an electrician missing a finger,

I tend to think ira bomb maker.

- I... that's... - Hush!

Electrical work is one of the only decent jobs

catholics can get.

They're often trained by the government and...

They reward their employer by joining the insurgency.

That's fascinating.

My record is spotless.

And a man with nothing to hide has nothing to fear.

- Sergeant! - Sir.

Escort this gentleman to b-ward.

Fucking cunt.

Right, then.

I'm forming my own unit.

I need local people, observant people.

So... unless you've some overriding passion

for stenography... No, sir.

And if I may ask, what is the mission exactly?

D-company.

After the hospital job, I didn't sleep a wink.

The cops had seen me. I knew I'd been rumbled.

So, I did the only thing I could think to do.

You know, I don't want to brag,

but it was the best fucking decision I ever made.

You know, that day we were headed to a wake.

We were meeting the guys from d-company.

And, well, you didn't really see them out much in public.

Not unless somebody died.

Wakes and funerals.

Those were the only times we'd all be together.

A fact that was well known by British intelligence.

You seen this yet?

She might be the prettiest member of d-company.

She is pretty.

The police officer I talked to said he saw long legs

and red hair.

I guess we can rule the bronte sisters out.

I never should have taken that stupid wig off!

Relax.

You look good.

You alright, Seamus?

Let me try for a closer look.

Maybe I can pull some prints.

How's your west Belfast accent?

We'll soon find out.

Just... Just keep the chat light.

My god!

Francis is gonna try to talk to me, isn't he?

If you don't wanna be talking to Francis,

you shouldn't have shown him your nans that one time.

Firstly, it was one nan, and we were 12, so...

Do you wanna head upstairs, talk to Brendan?

Yeah, but we'll wait.

Play it cool, wait for Brendan to ask.

How do you know he'll ask?

He'll ask.

Come on.

My god. I adore that haircut.

It's so chic.

Thanks.

Been threatening to cut it off for years.

So, how do you know our aoife, then?

Ach, I don't really.

But I go marching with her cousin Siobhan.

I love that lipstick.

Here. Try some, if you like.

Do you know what?

I don't think I could pull it off.

Looks gorgeous on you, though.

- Thanks. - Come on, mar.

Fuck.

I was at that last march with Siobhan

and I didn't see her there.

And sharing lipstick? Ew.

There yo use are, the pair of yo use.

Here, come on back. The lads are dying to meet you.

Come on, the pair of ye.

Can you tell us who was there at the wake?

Brendan was there.

With his friend, Seamus Wright.

Me and Seamus were thick as thieves.

We'd spent summers before the war

laying roads together.

There was an intelligence officer, Joe lynskey.

Joe was an oddball, but he was fucking sharp.

I think he once trained to be a monk.

You know, I remember Brendan telling a joke that night.

I only remember the punchline.

What are you looking at me for? I'm a protestant!

- Fuck off! - That's god's honest truth!

The thing you have to remember is that I was still on the run.

You know? That meant I didn't sleep at home.

I never saw my father, I never saw my brothers,

my sisters.

That's a hard way to live.

Aye, but... I had the lads instead, you know?

- God's honest truth! - It is not!

- Gentlemen... - There she is! - Here we go!

Lads, I want yo use all to remember the name

dolours price.

She's springing our jimbo from hospital, right?

Soon as the cops show up,

she pulls the armalite out of her trench coat,

blows their fuckin' hats off!

To the crazy prices!

The crazy prices! Go ahead!

Yeah, that wasn't me.

That's my sister you're thinking about.

You? Fucking hell!

Always the quiet ones.

It's always the quiet ones, francie.

Come you here and sit down. Here's a pint for you.

Get that down your neck.

- Do you want a straw? - Fuck off, Joe!

What? I'm asking if she wants a straw.

- That's a big drink for her. - Let her be, Joe.

I'm just saying that's a big drink

for a wee girl like that there.

I'm only trying to help.

Thank you.

You saw me choke, didn't you?

Ach, I trust the ones that hesitate.

You know, you gotta work past it.

But if it's not there to begin with,

them's the ones I worry about.

Did you ever hesitate?

You're a cheeky wee bitch.

'Course I did. 'Course I fucking did.

I shot this soldier once, got him in the leg.

I stood over him,

put the fucking gun to the back of the head.

The wee fucker turns around, looks exactly like my brother.

Hands start shaking and I couldn't do it.

I reckon they're all some mother's son.

What about that security guard?

He was only doing his job.

Sometimes people get in the way.

That can't be helped.

What can you tell us about dolours price?

Well... The thing about dolours, right,

is that dolours could've been anything she wanted.

She could've been in New York, she could've been off in Paris,

but instead, she was down in the trenches with us.

And that meant something.

I also think half the battalion was in love with her.

I mean, she was a hopeless flirt.

I never flirted. There was rules against that.

There was no having it away in the ira.

A girl could get her knees done for that.

Can I borrow the car tomorrow, seamy?

I wanna take Eileen to the pictures.

Sorry, love. Dark needs me to drive him.

See you, Joe. Mind yourself.

Yeah. Aye.

For f... Dirty wee bastard!

- What have you done? - Stepped in fucking shite!

Fuck's sake, Seamus! I'm warning you,

don't be tracking that shite back into this car.

Alright. Jesus Christ!

Dirty wee bastard!

Seamy?

Well, how was the wake?

Aye, it was good craic.

Mar's in a heap upstairs.

You know some of your friends made the paper today?

Really?

Did you tell Brendan to shave his moustache?

Yeah, mummy. I told him.

Good.

You can stop this anytime you like.

Where's Brendan, Seamus?

Come on, now.

He'd talk the hind legs off a donkey, that one.

You wanna try another angle?

He's got a wife and kid at home.

One summer, ages ago, I was thrown from a horse.

An arabian. Gorgeous animal.

She'd been broken that spring. Gave me quite a shock.

Just bad luck, I thought.

Turned out

the trainer had broken her in entirely the wrong manner.

Every time the animal was stubborn, she got the stick.

She was loyal in the end, but... Only out of fear.

That's the trick with horses.

Better the animal trusts you

before putting the bit in its mouth.

Morning, Seamus.

My name is frank.

I want to have a word about this chap they call "the dark".

Turn that up, lad, will you?

I have a couple of quid on lucky lad.

They're well into their final lap now...

Go on, lucky, ye shite ye.

Go ahead, lucky.

What happened to Davey the poke man?

Must have hired some new fella.

Don't even know what they're doing out.

It's fucking baltic today.

Aye, it's fucking freezing, like.

Here, kid.

Fetch us a pistol.

Come on! Come on!

Father's just bought it.

One of the moneyed class.

Come on out, Brendan!

We know who you are, motherfucker!

Fuck...

Fuck...

Fuck!

Get in the Van. Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Fuck.

Ring the mortuary.

Don't be such a pessimist.

- Hello? - It's me.

I'm in a wee bit of a spot here.

- Right? - I got ambushed.

I'm at the call house, but I caught my wrist

coming through the window.

Right. How much blood have you lost?

A fair amount.

So, we'll need... We'll need the doctor, then?

Go to Jimmy.

Tell him to get to divis and bring doctor Jack.

You sure you don't need me to come down there?

The whole place is too... It's too risky, mate.

- It's crawling with brits. - Right.

Look, Brendan, if I can't get hold of the lads,

you sure you can make it through the night?

Aye!

Now, don't you worry about me, mate. I'm sweet.

Fuck.

You came.

I came right through the front door.

- You should try it next time. - Fuck off.

- Fuck! - Easy! Easy, man.

- Fuck. - Look, mate.

- This is fine. - The radial artery's severed.

Gona need to go in with tweezers and tie a wee knot in it.

I need you to keep him quiet.

These boys in the ice-cream Van...

- Don't worry about 'em. - These boys weren't protestants.

They were wearing baseball boots you said? Fucking trackies?

He's losing blood. Let's go.

They left in a Land Rover. They were British army.

Kitson... Lads, we gotta hit it! On three, now.

- They knew my face. - One...

- They knew my name. - Think somebody shopped you?

- Two... - How else do you explain it?

- Somebody fucking talked! - Three!