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MORGAN: How did you find me?

TINA: Fogerty's going to bring you down.

He's running this place like it's inner-city Dublin.

You can't do that.

Getting rid of me was a mistake.

The peelers, they don't play by the rules.

It's a big ask. I'm going to need something in return.

Mo McIntyre. No way.

That's a list of four names.

Maybe the people who are after us.

STEVIE: Where did you get this?

TOMMY: Aisling went back to the house

where we delivered the death notice.

She went to see John O'Boyle.

Aisling, I need you to come in.

That's an order.

I don't want to lose you.

You just have.

COLLY: These are the men from that list.

They're part of a bigger dissident group coming out of Derry.

They're guns for hire.

They're working for somebody else.

The Ginleys.

What about the app?

We're still trying to find an open phone with access to it.

LINDSAY: You don't have a clue, Grace.

Well, I do. I grew up in care!

Yeah, so did I.

I said it because that kid needed to hear it!

And I didn't?

His name was George.

At one of the parties, he wanted me to say his name.

ANNIE: Just tell me what happened!

MCCLOSKEY: There's a threat. It's active.

We need to get out of here.

BELL TOLLS

Sorry, Father. Oh, you're grand. Come on in.

Oh, God. The knees.

Occupational hazard.

But not as bad as the ones you have.

The Mass cards.

Yeah.

She had a lot of friends.

Yeah. She did.

I take it you're not supposed to be here?

Sergeant McCloskey's outside.

He said I had five minutes, so...

Well, sit a minute.

You know...

..I was with her a few hours before she died.

She was very proud of you, Annie.

Of what you're doing.

Yeah.

She told me.

Hmm...

Listen, I, um...

I need to tell you something.

CLEARS THROAT

See, y-you're not the only one.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm across two parishes up here,

and in the last two years,

there was three police officers had to leave.

Same thing.

A black wreath and a bullet.

All delivered differently.

I should have said it the other day,

but everything happened so fast.

They all wanted it kept quiet.

You know, this area, it's...

It's not known for that sort of thing.

I-I just can't...

..think of anyone around here who would go to those lengths.

It doesn't make any sense.

Listen to me.

Someday...

..you need to come back here.

Be part of this place again.

Just have faith.

SHE EXHALES

Faith?

Yeah. You know,

the way I see it,

this world is mainly faith versus shite.

It's OK.

He doesn't mind.

Are you sure?

Faith versus shite.

You not having any breakfast?

I'm not hungry.

Look, do you want to talk about this?

Maybe you're right, Grace.

Right about what?

About everything you said.

Maybe it's all just too much.

Like, maybe at our age,

you can only ask so much of someone, you know?

And maybe sometimes it's too much.

HE SIGHS

HE SIGHS AGAIN

I've got to get to work.

Do you know where she's gone?

It's a residential place in Berkshire.

Berkshire?

MICROWAVE BEEPS AND WHIRRS

They deal with PTSD.

There's no phones,

no contact with the outside world.

Not even a TV.

Just a lot of talking.

You go for a walk in the hills, read a book...

..think about things.

It's not like...a magical solution.

It's just a place to start from.

What I'm saying is, son...

..it takes time.

How do you know?

How do you think?

MICROWAVE BEEPS

You check your email?

Ombudsman wants to see us after shift.

In person.

Good luck with that, lads.

That bad?

No comment.

Ah, shite.

I thought about what you said.

The answer's no.

You invited me here to tell me that?

I invited you here to warn you off.

For your own safety.

I think the horse might have bolted on that one,

don't you?

You need me.

SHE EXHALES

I think you know that.

MORGAN CHUCKLES

This is way beyond your paygrade.

I don't have a paygrade.

Look, you don't get it.

You've spent your life dealing in kilos,

but I move tonnes.

I represent very serious people.

You don't work for the Ginleys, do you?

They work for you.

That's immaterial.

Oh, I'd say it's very material.

You need things to be quiet, civilised.

And they're doing the opposite.

They're bringing the peelers right to your door.

You're under pressure. I know that feeling.

Kilos, tonnes?

Don't make a difference.

You lose one, you're fucked.

Don't presume you know me.

Good luck!

DANCE MUSIC THUMPS

ANNIE: Just...

MUSIC STOPS

SHANE: You don't like it?

I don't like it all the time. I mean, I get it, you're cool.

This is called tossing the grenade.

How do you mean? Well...

..we're basically about to blow a family apart.

Ready?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.

RADIO BEEPS

Search teams, stand by.

I'll give you the go-ahead.

DOORBELL CHIMES KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello? Mrs McClelland?

Yes. DS Sean Mulholland.

This is my colleague, Constable Ellis.

Is your husband, George McClelland, in?

George!

Police are here.

What? George?

What's going on? It's all right, Orlaith.

Go back upstairs. Mum?

George? Sir, can we speak somewhere in private, please?

I don't know, sorry, sorry...what's...what's going on?

Would you just like to step through here for me, please?

No, no, no. I need to know what's going on.

They need to speak to him, just...

Then they can speak to me, too.

7-6 to 3-3. Send in the search team.

Did you say search team?

What the fuck is going on?! We need to go somewhere more private.

We have a warrant to seize all electronic devices.

You can't... You can't just barge in here.

Any firearms? No, of course not.

Anybody else in the house, sir?

Uh, no. Any drugs in the house?

No! You all need to leave!

I think it's probably wise we go somewhere a bit more private.

Can we go in there?

You need to leave!

ALL TALK AT ONCE

OK, OK, OK. Yes. OK, OK.

Yes. Yes. Come inside.

It's all right. Annie...

George, what is this? It's...

It's a business thing. It's no big deal. I'll handle it.

George McClelland, you're under arrest on suspicion of rape

and making, distributing and possession

of indecent images of children.

You've got the wrong person and this is the wrong address.

No, it's the right person. You do not have to say anything,

but I must caution you, if you do not mention

when questioned something which you later rely on in court...

ORLAITH: That's my phone!

Stop! It's mine. I know.

Look, we have to take everything. I'm sorry.

Orlaith! Oh, shit. Daddy!

Daddy, what happened? Orlaith, darling, come here.

What did you do?

Hi. Helen McNally, to see...

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOOR BEEPS AND UNLOCKS

Helen?

This is Louise Carrigan, C4, firearms and surveillance.

So we're expecting trouble?

Given this new intelligence

and what we know about these men -

their experience, their expertise -

yes, Inspector, we're expecting trouble.

These are the four men on the list you gave us.

They received training in Eastern Europe.

Firearms, explosives.

They're the real deal.

And if our assumptions are correct,

and they're being paid large sums of money

for random attacks on police officers...

Well, that is as bad as it gets.

How so?

Well, we have no start point for a surveillance operation -

an individual, location.

Right now we have nothing.

All we can do is react.

And how will we do that?

Let's model it.

Folks, can we listen up? I need you to spin a model.

Random gun attack on a police vehicle.

No warning.

And let's make it as tricky as we can.

Busy street, no prior intel,

and let's assume we're going barrel to barrel.

I'm forward basing two HMSU units at Blackthorn.

For your protection.

Make sure your people stay well away.

They don't do chitchat.

Kerry, bring me up BT1.

Let's make it a Saturday, 4pm, three vehicles.

TYPING

Uh, where are they taking him?

For an interview at Blackthorn.

He didn't do anything!

He wouldn't do anything wrong!

I'm sorry.

OFFICER: Thank you, madam. Fuck off.

You all good?

What do you think?

MORGAN: George McClelland has just been arrested on your watch.

He made the transfer to the dissidents.

Do you think he's going to talk?

Maybe...

Yeah.

You've lost control.

Well, I will get it back.

In my experience,

when it's gone, it's gone.

I will fix this.

Fuck.

They want to take him out.

George and anyone who's with him.

And they want me to tip them off.

Fuck me. That's ballsy.

Tina, I can't have this on my conscience.

Aodhan, your conscience is like tits on a tomcat.

Tina, please.

What am I going to do?

SHE SIGHS

Nothing.

Do your job. Then...

..do what Fogerty tells you to do.

That's it?

Well, you painted yourself into a corner here, Aodhan,

and you're wearing fucking clown shoes.

Just do what you're told.

BEEP

Sandra? Yeah?

Be careful out there today, yeah?

Oh, you know me.

Sandra, there's a court hearing today for Mo McIntyre.

Right.

There's a possibility that we as an organisation

may withdraw our objection to his bail.

What?

Why?

I can't...

You can't what? I can't...say.

Helen, he was there when Gerry was killed.

He's charged with joint enterprise murder.

I know, I know.

You know?

You know?!

Why are we even considering this?

I'm sorry...

That's all I can say, San-... All right.

Who are they? Mobile Support Unit.

What?

HMSU.

Let's just say it's not a good sign.

Are you OK?

Let's just go, yeah?

Ma'am.

It's just you here today, yeah?

You OK, ma'am?

Yeah.

I see we have some visitors in the car park.

The kind that never turn their engines off.

What's going on?

Just keep your wits about you today, OK?

MUSIC: Help Me Make It Through The Night by Kris Kristofferson

# Take the ribbon from your head

# Shake it loose and let it fall... #

This was Gerry's favourite song, you know?

I can turn it off.

No.

Keep it on.

I get it now. I think.

How you're all feeling.

They ask you to put your faith in this...whatever it is.

Ask us to risk our life for it and then they just...

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah.

Sorry. I shouldn't be speaking like this.

INDICATORS CLICK

Sarge, stop the car.

What? Pull over.

Hello, sir.

Hey. You OK?

Doing great, son. How are you?

My name's Tommy.

Oh, I'm Raymie.

OK, Raymie.

Well, we just wanted to make sure everything's all right.

Oh, aye. Yeah. Grand.

And...are you on your way somewhere?

Oh, heading down to Broadway Street, son.

Right. Where is that, Raymie?

The Honky Tonk Highway.

Raymie, tell me this.

What's your surname?

Surname?

CHUCKLING: I...

Well, I...don't know.

Well, would you mind if I had a wee look in your pockets?

I don't smoke any more, son.

I gave that stuff up years ago.

No, I just want to check for ID, that's all.

Oh. All right, so...

Raymond McEwen.

12th of the 12th 1955.

Uh, Uniform from 7-2.

Do we have an active Herbert Protocol form

for a Raymond McEwen?

BARNEY: 7-2 from Uniform. Roger that.

Missing from his daughter's house since this morning. You found him?

Yeah, we did.

How'd you know? Look.

SHE CHUCKLES

Bloody hell, mate.

Do you want a lift?

Oh, aye. Good.

RADIO: All call signs from Uniform,

reminder that the terrorist threat level remains severe.

I'm going to miss all those nice wee messages.

Why?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

So, what are you going to do if you get the...the sack?

I don't know.

Maybe go work behind the bar in a nice wee beach shack

somewhere nice and warm or something, you know?

You're not Tom Cruise, Shane.

Uh, Annie...

..do you mind if I tell you something...

..that's a secret?

Yeah, sure.

Well, you know all the music I play in the car?

Like, the electronic stuff that drives you mad?

Yes.

That's not really me, you know?

It's not what I'm into.

It's just, I'm more into, like...

Um... Well, it's one song in particular.

Do you mind if I just play it for you?

Yeah. Yeah, play away.

MUSIC: World Of Our Own by Westlife

Westlife? Westlife.

Like you said,

I might be getting the sack tomorrow, so who cares?

You're not joking, are you?

I'm not joking.

Listen to it. It's a stone-cold banger.

They're wee angels.

It is a banger, you know.

Thank you. Yes. Yes, it is.

MUSIC CONTINUES

# Everything we had

# As if I'd find someone who's just like you

# Oh, we got a little world of our own

# I'll tell you things that no-one else knows

# I'll let you in... #

BARNEY: 7-6 from Uniform.

Reports of a disturbance at Beckett's restaurant...

# What am I doing without you? #

..over.

Roger that, Barney,

Uniform from 7-6 responding.

Thank God for that.

What? You love it.

Aye... Ugh!

SIREN WAILS

MUSIC: Help Me Make It Through The Night by Kris Kristofferson

# Come and lay down by my side

# Till the early-morning light... #

Sounding good, Raymie.

HE LAUGHS

You like Kris Kristofferson?

Oh, aye. Heh!

He's a mate of mine, you know.

# I don't care what's right or wrong... #

George, did you attend a party in Dublin last June?

No comment.

Did you have sexual intercourse at this party?

No comment.

Do you know a Donal Fogerty?

No comment.

GRACE: George, these are

incredibly serious allegations.

PHONE BEEPS

No comment.

We're going to deal with each of these in turn, OK?

No comment.

George, we need you to understand

that you have been named by the complainant.

LINE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

She then subsequently ID'd you using a recent photograph

taken from your business website.

Do you have anything to say about that?

LINE RINGS

I need you to come down here.

No comment.

Yeah, now.

George, were you aware, at any time,

of the making, recording or distribution

of images or video of you engaged in a sexual encounter

with a child under the age of 18?

No comment.

The allegations here relate to distribution of sexual images...

..rape and trafficking of a minor outside the jurisdiction.

What do you notice?

Today, we seized your phone and laptop.

Does any such material exist on those devices

or any other devices that you own?

No comment.

McAllister. There's something off about him. Way off.

Yep.

Years ago...

No comment.

..I touched you on the shoulder to get you to join C3.

Why didn't you?

No comment.

Ordo ab Chao.

What?

You took me on a tour of the offices,

and there was a poster there that said Ordo ab Chao.

Order from chaos. Yeah, so?

I thought it sounded like you all wanted to play God.

COLLY CHUCKLES

Didn't like it.

No comment.

I still don't.

ARGUING GLASS SMASHES

WOMAN: Why did you even come into the toilet in the first place?

That's an invasion of my privacy! GLASS SMASHES

Jesus, the service can't be that bad.

She was doing drugs in the toilet.

OK, we'll take it from here. Thank you.

Do you want to move round there, Annie? Yeah.

OK, guys, do you want to clear out for me, please?

Step back for me, please. Thank you.

One of the kids left the door open when they went to school.

He just slipped out.

Doctors say he needs to go into a home, but I just...

I just can't, you know?

He's still my dad.

Do you want to see my lodgings?

Your lodgings?

I'm sorry. He still thinks he lives in Nashville.

No, Daddy, these people are very busy.

Raymie, I'd love to see your lodgings.

HE CHUCKLES

Here.

Oh, my goodness.

The Grand Ole Opry.

June 1983.

That's me.

Waylon. There's Kris there.

He lived over there for years. Didn't you, Daddy?

Here, sit down.

Oh, no, no, no. Daddy, no. These people have to go.

No, it's fine.

HE STRUMS

# Take the ribbon from your hair

# Shake it loose and let it fall

# Layin' soft upon my skin

# Like the shadows on the wall

# Come and lay down by my side

# Till the early-morning light

# All I'm taking is your time

# Help me make it through the night. #

HE CHUCKLES TOMMY APPLAUDS

There you go. Sorry.

SHE SNIFFLES

That song, it... It means a lot.

To both of us.

Sometimes you need a song.

Yeah.

Sometimes you do.

Thank you.

Hang on.

I don't want you to ever give up. All right?

Like, promise me you won't ever get bitter or...

..cynical or tired.

Cos he didn't?

No.

He never did.

RADIO: 7-2 from Uniform.

We're going to need a bit of crowd control

at Beckett's restaurant.

7-6 already in attendance. Over.

Uniform from 7-2, received.

SHANE: Move back, please. Move back. We have it. Thank you.

Keep away from me. All right, you're all right.

Stay away from me! Yeah, dead on.

OK, it's all right. You're all right.

Shane...

All good, all good. Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's OK. No, you're a demon.

CAMERA BEEPS

I know what you are.

I can see it in your face. You're a demon!

I know what you are! You get back!

It's OK. Hey! Easy, easy.

Stay away from me, you fucking bitch!

I'm standing here. Yep.

It's OK. It's OK. All right?

OK? It's OK.

Shane, backup's on the way.

We don't need backup, Annie, we're fine.

We're fine, aren't we?

Do you want to tell me your name? I'm Shane.

What's your name? You get back!

Get back! What's her name?

Cecilia. Cecilia.

Cecilia, listen to me. I'm standing here.

Listen to me. Talk to me. Do you want to sit down?

We can talk. All right? All right? Look...

SIREN APPROACHES

Easy, easy. Cecilia. Easy.

Easy. Look at me, look at me.

Easy. Settle down now. Easy, easy! Settle down.

Look at me. It's OK. Just calm down.

Calm down. OK?

Please...

CECILIA SOBS

Look at me. You're all right. We're going to be OK. All right?

I just need you to calm down and everything will be fine.

Step right back. Right back behind the table.

Right, Cecilia, I'm going to take a wee step forward now.

OK? I'm going to take a wee step forward,

and then we're just going to take a wee beat here, OK?

It's going to be fine, all right?

Get back! Put that down!

Get back! Put it down!

No! You're fucking evil!

GLASS SMASHES

SANDRA: Get up!

Up!

Stop resisting! On the floor!

You're hurting me! Hands behind your back!

Demons! Stop moving! Stop moving!

Fucking let go of me! Arm!

Get the cuffs off me! Stop moving!

You're all evil! Cecilia! Cecilia, is it?

Be quiet. Be quiet. Just relax, OK?

CECILIA SHOUTS

ANNIE: Tommy, get me an ambulance.

Fuck! Argh!

Get me an ambulance, Tommy!

Get off me! I haven't done anything wrong!

Uniform from 7-2. Shane's been stabbed in the top of the leg

with glass. There's a lot of blood.

We need an ambulance at this location immediately!

Oh, fuck! Shit!

Fuck! Shit! Shit! Barney!

BARNEY: Paramedics four minutes out.

We don't have four minutes, Barney!

SHANE: Annie, please...

STEVIE: PSNI priority, life at risk.

I need the duty manager of the ambulance call centre, please.

Ambulance control.

Sergeant Neill here at PSNI Blackthorn.

I have an emergency situation with one of my officers

and I need a paramedic-qualified call operator with trauma experience

to speak to her, and I need it in about five seconds.

Aye, I can do that, but we're on different radio nets.

OK. Hang on.

Annie. Listen to me.

Do you have your headphones?

What?!

Take out your phone, put in your headphones,

and answer the next call you get, OK?

Why? Just do it.

Tommy, hold this, hold this!

OK.

SHANE GROANS

You're all right, mate, you're all right.

Argh! OK.

You're all right.

It's 0-77-00-900-516.

What's the injury?

He's been stabbed at the top of his thigh.

What's her name?

Why do...? Annie. Her name's Annie.

PHONE RINGS

Annie?

Yes. I'm Mary.

Yes. I'm a paramedic and I'm going to talk you through this

until we get to you, OK?

MUFFLED GROAN

Annie? OK, yeah, yeah!

The wound is at the top of his thigh, yes?

Yes, yes.

And you're applying the pressure?

Yes, but it's not stopping.

On the count of three,

I need you to take your hand away from the wound

and tell me what you see. What do you mean?

I can't do that! What do you mean?

I need you to do this, Annie. It's just for a few seconds.

OK! Three, two, one.

Go.

Fuck! It's spurting out! It's spurting out everywhere!

Is the blood bright red? Yes.

OK, Annie, that's probably his femoral artery.

Listen to me very carefully. I need you to get a cloth,

a napkin, a towel, anything.

OK, Tommy, get me a cloth, a napkin, something!

Just give me something! I need a napkin! I need...!

Roll the end up into a ball.

Roll it into a ball, Tommy.

Now, I need you to put it in the wound,

one hand on top of the other,

and push down as hard as you can,

with everything you've got.

Both hands.

Push it into the wound. OK, yeah.

HE SCREAMS

Fuck!

Is it stopping? It's not stopping! It's not stopping.

SHANE GROANS

Tom-... Tommy, give me a tourniquet!

Tourniquet, Tommy!

Annie, listen. If the wound is too high,

a tourniquet is not going to work, OK?

You just need to keep doing what I tell you.

You need to push it in more.

Right inside the wound. OK. OK.

HE GROANS

He's passing out! He's passing out!

Just full pressure.

OK. You're doing great, Annie.

The ambulance is nearly with you. SIREN WAILS

ANNIE SOBS

SOUND MUFFLES

Hang in there, Shane, hang in there.

Hang in there.

INAUDIBLE

SOUND SHARPENS, RADIO BEEPS CECILIA GASPS

You're going to fucking prison. Come on.

CECILIA GRUNTS OVER RADIO

PHONE RINGS

Ambulance. What's your emergency?

WOMAN: My child! He's not breathing!

OK. You listen to me very carefully.

PARAMEDIC: I need you to keep doing that. Can you come with us?

Yeah, yeah.

Sandra? Yeah, yeah. Go, go.

CECILIA: Let me go! I haven't done anything wrong!

These handcuffs are burning me!

Yeah, yeah, so they are. They're fucking burning!

They're burning me! All right.

You're hurting me, you fucking bitch!

That's enough! Enough!

Sarge, I need a minute with her.

What for?

I need to speak to her.

Why?

Sorry, Sarge. I just need a few minutes with her.

Please.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You've just stabbed a police officer.

You think sorry is going to make a difference here?

I don't know how or...

..or what...

They're called cocaine-induced psychoses.

It happens to some people. Out of the blue.

Sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes for half an hour.

We see it quite a lot.

I don't...

I've never been in trouble.

Well, you're in trouble now, Cecilia.

What do you do?

Property. I'm, uh...

I'm in property.

You got it on the app?

That's where you got the cocaine?

What's your passcode, Cecilia?

Cecilia, please.

The guy you stabbed, his name's Shane.

He drives me mad but...

..he's my friend.

4-7-4-1.

PHONE BEEPS

GRACE: When was the last time you visited Dublin?

GEORGE: No comment. Should I pitch him?

McClelland?

McAllister.

You want to pitch a solicitor?

GRACE: When it comes to serious sexual offences against children...

Colly, what do you know?

PHONE RINGS

Stevie.

He what? When?

And how is he?

No comment.

SEAN: Have you ever met this girl?

For the benefit of the recording,

I am now showing Mr McClelland a photograph of a young woman.

No comment.

George, have you ever met...?

I told you, no comment!

MCALLISTER: I'd, uh...

I'd like to take a break here. I...

I need to consult with my client.

PARAMEDIC: Just keep the pressure on it.

Keep pushing. Don't let up.

Push. Harder. Please...

SIREN WAILS

Just keep the pressure on it. Keep pushing.

Don't let go. Shit! Fuck!

I fucking can't...

MONITOR BEEPS

Shane?

Shane?

Help him.

I am, OK? I am.

Crash team on arrival.

SIREN WAILS

A broken glass?

Went into his femoral artery.

Jesus.

Is he going to be OK?

HE EXHALES

Right, everything unattached? Good.

Heart rate is slowing.

Right, on the count of three. Ready here...

Lovely. OK.

Here we go. Here we go.

Rotate.

All right, let's go.

OK, let's go. Trauma room one.

We have a male with a stab wound, top of right leg.

Possible foreign body in wound...

SHE WHIMPERS

Aodhan.

Aodhan, what happens now?

Um...

They're going to bail you pending tests

on your electronic devices.

OK. Right, OK. Thank God for that.

GEORGE SIGHS

But you can't go home.

What?

Why not?

There's a child in the house.

HE SCOFFS

She's... She's my fucking daughter!

I know, it's just the way it is.

GEORGE SCOFFS

Is there...somewhere else you can go?

Erm...

Yeah, I've a...a rental apartment on Sunblane Road.

Uh...it's empty.

Number?

67. Aodhan, are they going to come after me?

Who? You know who!

I mean, are they going to think that...that I talked?

George. George, listen to me.

Number one, you haven't talked, and you're not going to.

Number two...

..you're a prominent accountant, not some...

..low-level drug dealer.

You're OK.

OK, yeah, OK. So... So I just have to, um...

Just have to get through this somehow, and then...

Yeah, OK. Yeah.

That's it, George, just...

..get through this, OK?

Get through today.

Thanks, Aodhan.

I mean, I... I don't know what I'd do...

..you know...without you, so...

..thanks.

SEAN: We'll have early results on electronics first thing tomorrow.

We'll bring him back in then.

I'll get George and meet you at reception?

Yeah.

You all right?

Oh...

You know, I make a living out of deciding

how happy people are on a scale of one to ten.

Right now, you're about a three.

Yeah, that sounds about right, sir.

Listen, we'll get there in the end.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see a wee one and a half.

DOOR BUZZES

Hey.

How's Shane?

He's lost a lot of blood.

Well, he's going to pull through, right?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ, Stevie.

Grace.

Yeah.

When you get back, we should talk, yeah?

Yeah, OK.

OK.

DOOR BUZZES

BEEPING

TYPING

MESSAGE SENT

TYPING

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

HE SNIFFS

DOOR OPENS

Who are you?

COLLY: A friend.

Can't believe this is happening to me.

GRACE: George?

What?

You know, this didn't happen to you.

This is something you did.

It wasn't anybody else. It was you.

It was just you.

And everything you've lost...

..everything you're about to lose...

..you deserve to lose it.

You're C3.

Colly.

Do you want to talk to me?

HE SCOFFS

Sorry, they told me to come in here.

Yeah, um... Are you...?

I'm Harry. Shane's da.

Annie.

Thank you for what you did.

Sorry to hear about your mother.

Sorry, um...

..how did you know about that?

Oh, Shane told me.

For the life of me, I don't know why he did this job.

I've a building supply company.

We do all right, you know? I mean, we do well.

There's a job waiting for him there.

Good life, plenty of money.

HE SIGHS

But he just wouldn't listen.

Stubborn as a mule.

Did he ever tell you...

..why he wanted to do it?

He just said it was important.

Mr Bradley?

He's out of surgery.

Is he OK?

He's in the ICU. Recovery.

So he's OK?

Shane lost half the blood in his body.

I'm told it was difficult, but he's stable.

Um, Mr Bradley, can I have a private word?

No, no, hold on. She saved his life.

Let her stay.

There was a complication.

What?

The surgeons did a procedure called a femoral graft,

but the blood supply to his leg was cut off for a long time.

We're not confident that Shane will regain the use of it.

What?

Ever?

COLLY EXHALES

Things aren't what they used to be, that's for sure, eh?

Like, when I joined up...

..the people that we were after, they were fighting for a cause.

We might not have agreed with it, but...

..in a strange way, we respected it.

Remember one time having a...

..a three-hour conversation with an IRA gunman...

..about the Catholic theology of the just war.

Smart fucker.

But the one that really got me...

..was a fella from West Tyrone.

Sniper.

Seven bodies under his belt.

All British soldiers.

Every one.

Situation like that, you want to know how he got there.

So I asked him.

When he was nine,

him and his mother went into town for the Friday shop.

British Army foot patrol there.

Do you remember what the Brits were like in those days?

Pointing their fucking rifles at everyone.

Making wee snidey comments as you went past.

I always thought they were their own worst enemy.

So...

..she just tries to get past them.

One of the soldiers steps up to her and says,

"Nice tits, love. Give us a squeeze."

And all his mates burst out laughing.

Now, that wee lad's mummy, she was a good Catholic woman.

She was mortified.

She took her son by the hand and walked straight back home,

crying all the way. Trying not to.

And that wee boy's looking at his mummy.

Even though he's only young...

..he was embarrassed for her.

A deep burning shame.

And in that moment, that wee lad made himself a promise.

He says, "When I grow up,

"I'm going to kill those bastards."

And he did.

He fucking came through on that promise all right.

Butterfly flapping its wings causes a hurricane 15 years later.

Seven men dead.

All because of the thin line between shame and rage.

Chaos, Aodhan.

You're in the middle of the chaos, mate.

So what was it in the beginning, Aodhan?

When did all this start?

It started a long time ago.

Yeah, that makes sense. I believe that.

But there is a way out.

AODHAN SCOFFS

Aodhan...

..help me.

Help me to help you.

You don't know what you're up against.

Well, at least I know that.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

They're going to take him out.

Who?

Who are they going to take out?

Who?

George. When?

Aodhan, when?

Get me Louise Carrigan, fucking now!

Channel three.

Where's that car? What car?

The one carrying George McClelland.

Uh, Cabnell Street.

They're going to hit them. What?!

They're going to kill George.

Tell them to get on channel three. Special Ops.

Uh, 1-6-5 from Blackthorn.

Grace, can you hear me?

Stevie?

Uh, channel three. Switch to channel three, Grace.

RADIO BEEPS

Grace?

Stevie?

What the fuck?

You can't broadcast on that channel.

So who can?

RADIO BEEPS

LOUISE: 1-6-5 from Ops centre. Do you copy?

Over? Who's that?

Sorry, who's this?

This is C4. Special Operations.

Your life and the lives of your passengers are in danger.

There's an active threat.

From this moment on,

I need you to follow my instructions the second I give them.

Do you understand?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Is your vehicle armoured or soft-skinned?

We're, erm...

We're soft-skin... We're soft-skinned.

Shit.

What?

Sorry, what's happening?

LOUISE: I need the non-driving officer to draw their weapon.

I... I don't carry.

UNDER BREATH: Fuck. Fuck.

Right, Sean, take that.

LOUISE: Get the DP down.

George, down!

Get down! OK, OK, OK.

1-6-5, are there any vehicles behind you?

Yeah. Yeah, we have a red BMW.

SEAN: V018 ODA.

Ma'am.

Make and model check out but...

But what?

ANPR pinged the same car four minutes ago in Newry.

Shit.

OK, that's our target.

Target for what?

I'm sorry, what's happening?

HMSU Blackthorn forward base, crash out.

Tac Ad, what's your ETA?

Hello, guys? Seven minutes.

So, what should we be do-...?

Who's behind us? Where should we go?

GEORGE: What's happening?

Will somebody tell me what I should do?!

What should I do?

Will someone tell me what to do?!

Stevie?

Stevie!