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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... ♪