Original subtitles

This programme contains scenes of a sexual nature,

some nudity from the very start, and strong and offensive language

# Our day will come

# And we'll have everything

# We'll share the joy

# Falling in love can bring

# No-one can tell me that I'm too young to know

# Too young to know... #

This is a control zone, you'll need to move on now.

I told you to stay in the car.

# And you love me

# Oh, our day will come Our day will come

# If we just wait a while

# No tears for us

# Think love... #

I've a stick of dynamite in my underpants, darlin'.

Catch yourself on, big lad.

# Because we'll always stay in love this way

# Our day, our day

# Will...

# ..come... #

If he's anything like my husband,

he'll have them off in five minutes.

Well, worth a month's wages then. LAUGHTER

MOANING # Our day will come

# And we'll have everything

# We'll share the joy... #

So, it's true then.

Catholic girls ARE nymphomaniacs.

And they have scaly backs. Are you saying I'm bogging?

Filthy.

Mmm. Well, you smell like scallions.

# We'll always stay in love this way

# Our day

# Our day...

# ..will come. #

Patrol car.

They like to let me know they know where I am.

Who is Siobhan de Buitleir?

I've been swotting up since our last lesson. Mmm!

Is your week busy?

Always.

I'm free Easter Monday, after my shift.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I'd better go.

SHE LAUGHS

I think about you all the time.

D'ya ever spare a thought for this poor auld lad? Mmm.

I've got better things to be thinking about,

Michael Agnew, than dirty auld men.

Mingin' jam sandwiches again. The wee pips stick in my teeth.

SHE CHUCKLES

In.

I know. Look, I'm just giving the child a lift,

with everything that's happening at home.

Do you think he could get free school dinners?

It's too much. Sitting with him at break.

The lifts. Now dinners?

It's up to Mrs McGeown to feed her children.

If she can't do that, she shouldn't have had them.

Betty does feed them, she's just struggling.

Betty?

I meant Mrs McGeown.

Stay away from the McGeowns.

A 22-year-old man was shot dead in

an ongoing feud between the INLA and the Official IRA.

The Protestant Action Force shot two men in a bar up in New Lodge.

OK. Well, what about some good news?

Like, who is number one in the charts?

My daddy's getting better.

He can nearly light his own fag now.

BABY CRIES

DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES

DOOR SHUTS How's about you, Cushla?

I'm good, thanks, Fidel. This is wee Davy McGeown.

I believe your friends are acquainted with his daddy.

I'm sorry to hear about your da, wee man.

I'm sure his daddy will be delighted

to know that you were concerned, but erm,

no Easter eggs this year cause he's not working.

My ma got in too many, and they'll not shift now.

Thanks, Mister.

SHE CHUCKLES OK, let's go.

DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES

DOOR SHUTS

MUFFLED LOUD MUSIC PLAYS Maybe Tommy'll go back next year.

Nah, he's over 16. He can do what he likes.

He's hardly here any more.

Knocking about with his cousins. Bad news,

them boys. Here, bring this up to him.

Try and talk a bit of sense into him.

Yeah.

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

I come bearing gifts.

Go on. You're never too old for a creme egg.

MUSIC STOPS

So, you're leaving school?

FAINT ARGUING FROM OTHER ROOM

You're so close to the end, Tommy.

Would you not just suffer it out for the next few weeks?

Sit the exams at least?

Daddy's sitting down there with a bag of piss strapped

to his leg. He'll not work again. School is a luxury I can't afford.

HELICOPTER FLIES OVERHEAD

Yeah, but if you get a couple of A-Levels, you can earn

a bit of money, go to university. Have some real prospects.

What prospects would they be?

I hope the peelers catch whoever did this soon.

Yeah, well...best find them before I do.

Go and say happy Easter to your granny.

OK. Marian's put on a quare lot of weight.

You can't help yourself, can you?

Granny! Hi. Give me a wee kiss. Happy Easter, Granny.

Hello, girls! You look beautiful!

Good to see ya, Granny. Look who we brought.

Go watch TV. Hi. Ooh!

Happy Easter. Happy Easter, Cushla. Love your hair!

Happy Easter, Ma. Happy Easter. Makes you look older. Aww!

Really lovely! Nice.

We brought you some Easter...

I actually got some, so you can take it home.

Ah, give it here, Eamonn.

I'll bring you a wee bickie. Thanks, Granny!

Are we all out of knives?

HE CLEARS THROAT

To Daddy.

Second Easter without him.

To Daddy.

God rest his soul.

Tuck in.

Oh, Jesus. What?

I... I've rubbed it in garlic. Aye, sure you did.

I'll stink like a Froggie for the day.

Should I fry up a wee bit of bacon? It's delicious, Cushla.

I don't like it, Mummy. Just eat your potatoes.

I like it. PHONE RINGS

Come on, Nicola! Wait for me!

Girls, where are going? Let them go.

Hello?

I just wanted to say happy Easter...and hear your voice.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I spared you a wee thought last night...

..as I was lying in bed. Oh, yeah?

I thought about you first thing this morning when I woke up.

When can I see you again?

I'm working on it. Well, work harder.

- I can't wait. - Dad?

Sorry, I have to go.

CALL DISCONNECTS

Who was it? Gerry.

Who's Gerry? Someone special?

The wee teacher she's been staying out all night with.

What's going on? Nothing. There'd better not be.

What about your job? Leave her alone!

She's a single girl. And she'll bloody stay single as well,

giving it away for nothing.

I have no privacy.

Do yous hear her? Aye.

We have some news.

Well, I should let you tell them, Eamonn.

I think we've guessed.

When?

End of July. Or..? Yeah.

August.

Five months gone.

Five months.

All right, come on, girls. Let's go. Eamonn. Don't rise to her.

They're on their way to the golf club. I know they are.

Is it any wonder they left?

Her ma was probably told the moment our Eamonn pulled out of her.

That's disgusting.

And why did you tell them about me?

I'm a grown woman who's entitled to a private life.

Don't be so childish. Me? Childish?

Sure, you're the one who has to be put to bed night after night.

SINGING ON TV

DOG BARKS

Thanks, Miss Lavery.

That's wheeker. He's a geg.

Daddy's going to love this lamb. At least you all got together.

Neither of our families would have us.

That's their loss, Betty. Oh!

I hope you love it as much as I did.

Thanks. Mandy, take this through to Daddy.

Can we have our eggs from the man now?

Well, you can really thank Miss Lavery for them.

Thanks, Miss Lavery.

Here you go.

SHE LAUGHS

You've been awful good to us this last while.

I just want you to know that me and Seamus, we really appreciate it.

Ah, it's...

HE BURPS

That garlic's been repeating on me since yesterday.

HE EXHALES

Er, Seamie McGeown said thank you very much for the Easter eggs.

Wise up, wee girl. You can't just say what you want any more.

Do you want to get us burnt out?

I want his people to know what they've done.

You should see the state of Seamie, Eamonn. He's a mess.

You've been to their house?

Is it bogging? No. It's immaculate.

It's the people throwing dog shite at their washing line

that are bogging. Just keep your oar out!

Your Honour. Jimmy.

All right, Jimmy.

Here, I've managed to wrangle a couple of hours free.

You're finishing soon, right? I'm going to the pictures.

With who?

With Gerry.

Finger out, Princess.

Nice blouse, mate. LAUGHTER

Is that the boy who had you out all night?

JOYLESS CHUCKLE

Er... Eamonn, this is Gerry. Gerry, this is my brother, Eamonn.

Gerry's a Leeds supporter.

Is that a good thing here?

It gets you get a drink on the house. What's your poison?

A pint of your best.

Barcelona chances?

I think we'll do them, you know.

Decent bloke. Pity about the blouse. Go round to him, I'll get this. Go.

Well, how's about you? Hello again.

We're going to see Cabaret. Lavery's not seen it yet.

Is that so?

Yeah.

All right.

He's rather taken with you.

Are you serious?

I appear to be jealous,

which is...not a helpful development.

Yeah, well...

I never know where you are or what you're doing,

so I won't be taking myself to a nunnery any time soon.

Wait, hold on.

Here. You can phone me at the flat, any time.

I'm sorry that things aren't different.

ADVERT PLAYS

Eamonn said I rang you during dinner yesterday.

You did.

I said I did, but did I?

You did.

You owe me, Lavery.

I don't owe you a quick feel.

You should be so lucky.

THEY CHUCKLE

DIALLING TONE

How do you respond to the criticisms

that you're blatantly encouraging terrorism

- by representing members of the IRA? - Let me be clear.

I am defending Conor Kelly, Michael McAleavey and Patrick Coyle

because they are not members of the IRA.

Cheeky! They are, however, like most Catholic youths in Belfast,

in danger of being recruited.

They've no work or future prospects open to them,

and if they get into trouble, they've no hope of justice

and they know it. That case'll burn anyone who goes near it.

They have nothing to lose.

Fair play to him - no-one else is speaking up for those boys.

His poor wife, though. As if life with him wasn't hard enough.

Joanna Butler.

Who's Siobhan de Buitleir?

Do you know her?

Aye, I know of her.

They were talking in the hairdressers.

She wouldn't be one for circulation, if you know what I mean.

No, I don't know what you mean.

The nerves - I told you before - and the drink.

Any wonder - a string of affairs, and now this carry on.

Affairs? Aye.

Women go silly for him, and he doesn't deny himself.

His wife would be the only one who doesn't know.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

You planning on peeling that wee spud into oblivion?

DIALLING TONE

Hello? I want to see you.

Now.

My dear Mummy helped me figure out who Siobhan de Buitleir is.

Joanna Butler.

Why did you not say when I asked?

Because I keep all that separate.

That's very neat. Very Protestant.

Don't. Apparently I'm the only one that doesn't know

that you're a complete womaniser.

HE SIGHS

How little your friends must think of your wife

that they scarcely bat an eyelid while you parade me around.

My wife is no concern of yours and...

..should not come between us.

And your other women?

Are they any concern of your poor wife?

Do you really want to have this conversation? Yeah, yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Then I would counter that this attack of conscience

hasn't been triggered by any concern for my wife's dignity,

but by the realisation that you're not the only woman

that I've been with outside of my marriage.

Fuck off.

Cushla... Cushla!

SHE STARTS TO CRY

CHILDREN WHISPERING

Excuse me.

What's a Soldier Doll, Miss?

Nothing. It's not for today.

A traitor. She sleeps with the enemy.

Sean, not for class.

They have to heat up the tar. Enough, Sean!

That's mine, Miss. I have to hang it back up,

so my sister doesn't get any ideas.

Mummy says girls go silly for boys in uniform. After class.

Let's move on, please.

Miss... You too, Davy.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Art supplies away, please.

Oh, I'm not 100% today.

Well, you're 100% hungover. Big juicy eyeballs on you.

You're so spikey lately.

I hope you're not that mean to poor Gerry.

How about you?

Maybe that's why he's not calling.

And now entering the arena,

you have the German shepherds of the Police...

"Are You A Love Addict?

"How To Stop Stifling Your Feelings And Become A Truly Sexual Woman".

Mother of God.

Why do people waste their money on this shite?

Why do you steal it from the hairdressers?

Are you a love addict?

You haven't gone five feet from that phone in a week.

Are you and Gerry fighting or what?

PHONE RINGS

- Hello? - Don't hang up.

Can I talk to you?

Maybe.

I want to make it right.

Are you in the pub?

Aye, yeah, yeah. I came in looking for you.

I can be there in five minutes.

I couldn't get away.

And I thought you hated me.

THEY LAUGH

OK.

Who was that?

Gerry. I'm going to go and see him now.

So, he's forgiven you, has he?

I'll cook later. Aye.

Well, I'll just give myself a wee top up.

Stave off the hunger!

PANTING

No tears today, I hope?

Er, no. I was just catching up with a friend.

Oh, you're popular tonight.

Your mother just let in a young fella, presumably not for her.

Erm... Must be the other school teacher.

We're planning a disco, so it's all go.

Night! Goodnight.

Your wee man is in there.

Er... Communication breakdown.

I must have gone to the wrong pub.

Oh! Tommy.

Expecting Michael?

Relax. That time I phoned, you said "Michael"?

Ah, yeah.

Is everything OK at home?

Aye, same.

Oh!

The best book I've ever read.

Dark like, but great. Keep 'em coming.

You know, book lovers like you should really stay in school, Tommy.

Erm... I'll see you later, yeah?

Yeah, I'll... I'll see you later.

Tiger Feet by Mud

# And I like the way you do what you're doin' to me

# All right, that's right, that's right, that's right

# That's right, I really love your tiger light

# That's neat, that's neat, that's neat, that's neat

# I really love your tiger feet, I really love your tiger feet... #

SHE LAUGHS Constable Peters, this is Cushla,

the P4 teacher. Miss Lavery.

I drink in your pub the odd time. Oh, yeah? And will you be dancing?

I have a few impressive moves.

I might bust them out for you, if you're lucky.

It's not me you're trying to impress. Isn't it?

Billy - Don't Be a Hero by Paper Lace

Chatting up peelers - risky! You're just jealous.

If he was chocolate, he'd eat himself.

SHE LAUGHS

# The marchin' band came down... #

Gerry, I can't dance! Yeah, I can see that,

but I'm brilliant at it! CHILDREN LAUGH

# I looked across and there I saw Billy

# Waiting to go and join the line

# And with her head upon... #

Gerry! CHILDREN LAUGH

Disco Peeler can't take his eyes off you. What have you done?

Guilty of being too attractive.

I mean it. He's watching you.

# "Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life

# "Billy, don't be a hero"

# "Come back and make me your wife"

# And as Billy started to go, she said

# "Keep your pretty head low"

# "Billy, don't be a hero"

# "Come back to me"... #

Here, did you see Penny's got her own solo show next month?

Well done, you! Thank you. Yeah. We're going for salon style.

Cluttered walls, a few new pieces of sculpture. That's great. Come on in.

You should both come.

Thank you, Penny. Go on in.

Old Nigel Prendergast? Yes. Potato nose?

Oh! That was his nickname.

Well, he appeared before the judge on a drink-driving charge

and he refused to recognise the court.

And when he was asked to explain himself, he said,

"Well, it's been painted since the last time I was here!"

Oh, my God. Oh, he didn't say that? No, he didn't! Ridiculous!

I don't get it. Bloody hell, Jane. Refusing to recognise the court.

Like the IRA prisoners do.

Gunmen and bombers thinking they're being treated unfairly.

Well, being denied a jury is unfair.

Well, listen, don't get started on the Diplock courts, right?

I'm trying to digest my food here.

They would not be tolerated anywhere else in the UK.

Kelly, McAleavey and Coyle murdered those RUC men.

Those boys were picked out of a line-up

by a witness who could only be described as unreliable.

Oh, good old Michael! Defending the indefensible.

Cushla, why don't you start, before these two do? Yeah.

Erm...

I was... There are some words that I would like to know.

Fire away.

Propaganda.

Bolscaireacht.

Internment.

Imtheorannu.

Terrorist.

Sceimhlitheoir. Just...stop it!

Please?

Why don't we go back to, erm, where you left off last time?

You were telling us how to make a noun slender.

The masculine and feminine, remember?

OK.

Friend of the lawyer?

Is that feminine and slender?

Cara an dliodora.

It's masculine, actually.

Are you all right tonight, Victor?

I'm fine.

That was fun. HE SIGHS

Victor was goading me, not you.

He'll never forgive the IRA for Bloody Friday.

He was one of the first journalists on the scene and...

He smelled burnt flesh and saw body parts being shovelled into bin bags.

Jesus!

His problem is with the IRA, not with all Catholics.

Yeah, but it's an interesting choice of words, though.

All associated with my lot.

I mean, you can't deny that I'm a source of ridicule to your friends.

I'm the token Taig.

I dislike that word.

What do you prefer? RC? Fenian? Mick?

Don't be flippant. What, am I the first Taig?

I bet you I am.

Does it make you feel better that you're doing it

for community relations? Cushla, please.

I should have told him to fuck off,

instead of sitting there like a good little native,

letting him humiliate me.

Let's go to Dublin for the weekend.

What?

Take the Taig to Taig-town...

..buy your bit on the side a big bun in Bewley's?

I'm being serious.

I won't be your dirty weekend...

..pretend to be your wife.

Let's just go back to the flat.

# The shadow of your smile

# When you are gone... #

This music is full of want. Mmm.

It's like the Portuguese word saudade - a deep yearning.

"Saudade"? You marley-mouthed pretentious fucker!

THEY LAUGH Thank you.

Tell me, do the Clancy Brothers know that you stole their cardigan?

I wore this especially for you. Mmm.

See you later! Thanks, Miss Lavery.

Here, Betty, Davy's down for free school dinners. Go in, Davy.

In!

Did you report me for not looking after the children?

What do you mean? I had a social worker here -

standing in my scullery,

opening my fridge, asking where the kids sleep!

Betty, I had no idea. They said the school called.

I am managing.

I am doing my best. I know.

We thought you were our friend!

Stay away from us, Miss Lavery. Betty!

Betty, I had nothing to do with this. Look, I promise you.

Did you send a social worker up to the McGeowns?

You came to me with concerns regarding the McGeown child,

which I recorded. Yeah, I know I did, but I... You said, and I quote,

"That woman is struggling." I am obliged, as Principal, to pass...

Yes, I know, but I thought you would feel sorry for her

so Davy could get free school dinners.

So you lied?! No! No.

She is struggling, but she is a great mother, OK?

And I just... I just thought that she could use help.

But you, you did this

because she was a Protestant who dared marry a Catholic.

I suggest you stop before you say something you regret!

Or something the McGeowns regret.

Now, can I help you with anything else? No.

What's wrong with your bake?

Were you crying?

The McGeowns hate me.

Bradley called the social and Betty thinks it was me.

SHE SIGHS

But you told her it wasn't?

I actually can't even talk about it right now.

Ach, well.

You go see what's on the telly tonight.

I'll get steaks in.

Make chips.

PHONE RINGS Ah, you stay there.

4-2-8-7-6.

It's that wee Gerry fella.

Away you go.

Hello?

Does Gerry know your mother refers to him as "that wee fella"?

It's you.

Come tonight.

I can't. I'm knackered.

I've had a bit of a weird day, so I just...

I need a quiet night.

Bad weird? Not great.

I've got nothing for you tonight.

Hey, that's OK.

Let me look after you.

As if Betty hasn't enough on her plate.

I've just made it worse.

You were trying to help.

It's brave.

You can say I'm brave all you like, but I feel like Tommy.

This place is so fuckin' unfair.

Yeah, I know.

I'm seeing Tommy McGeowns every day of the week in court.

Nobody thanks you for trying to make it any fairer.

Somebody called in a bomb threat to chambers today.

- Who? - Take your pick.

I mean, this case is rattling all sides, high and low.

My colleagues have just been added to that list,

cos they had to stand in the pouring rain

while the bomb squad checked the chambers.

God, I hate this place.

Let's go to Dublin.

Yeah? Yeah.

But I won't be Mrs Agnew.

Love Song by Olivia Newton-John

Er, Mr and Mrs Lavery.

# The words I have to say

# May well be simple but they're true... #

THEY LAUGH

# Until you give your love

# There's nothing more that we can do

# Love is the opening door

# Love is what we came here for

# No-one could offer you more

# Do you know what I mean?

# Have your eyes really seen? #

THEY LAUGH

KNOCK ON DOOR

# You say it's very hard

# To leave behind the life we knew... #

Goodnight, sisters.

Ah, you just said "Goodnight, sisters" with no drawers on!

That's what you've reduced me to!

# Love is the key we must turn... #

I'm glad I got to bring you here.

There's another jazz club we can go to next time. Mmm!

You seem to know Dublin well. I'm an all-Ireland sort of chap.

As opposed to a united Ireland?

Not necessarily.

I love Ireland.

I just don't think it's worth killing anyone over it.

JAZZ MUSIC

Saudade.

Are we doomed to spend the rest of our lives yearning?

HE CHUCKLES

It's better than wanting nothing.

I love you.

THEY LAUGH

Er... You're supposed to say it back.

Another time.

I've been doing all the running. Ah.

Good morning.

Now, there you go. Thanks.

Who did you buy these for?

The missal and the beads are for Davy.

"Whoever shall read this prayer

"shall never die a sudden death,

"or be drowned, nor shall poison take effect on them,

"neither shall they fall into the hands of the enemy,

"or shall be burned in any fire, or shall be overpowered in battle."

Well, St Joseph has it all covered.

You're making fun of me, but I got that for you.

And the candle. "Say for nine mornings

"for anything you may desire. It has never been known to fail,

"so be sure you really want what you ask."

Ah, maybe there's something in it.

It's telling you to be careful what you wish for.

Are you happy?

Too happy.

Mummy! WATER TRICKLES

Mummy!

Mummy! Oh! Mummy!

You left me all alone.

SHE SHRIEKS OK.

Mummy...

OK.

I'm so cold. I know you're cold.

OK. Breathe in. Where were you? OK, put your arms around me.

I know. OK, put your wee arm around me.

Can't feel my leg! One, two, three!

Come on, Mummy. Help me, please.

OK... OK.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you. OK, just stay there for me.

You left me alone.

I'm going to put a wee plaster on you... You left me all alone!

..and then I'm going to get you all warm, OK?

I'm here now. OK? SHE SOBS, MOANS

I'm here now. I'm sorry, Mummy. SHE MOANS

DIALLING TONE

The Anchor.

Eamonn, Mummy's drinking's getting worse.

What?

She's pissed all the time.

There's... There's gin bottles all over this house.

What do you want me to do about it? I'm up to my ballix here, wee girl!

CALL DISCONNECTS

PANTING AND MOANING

DOG BARKS

Can I help you there, sir?

CAR DOORS SLAM

ENGINE STARTS

Who is it?

TYRES SCREECH, CAR PULLS OFF

I don't know. Er...

A car just reversed in and...took off again.

I thought you said you weren't worried about the peelers?

It wasn't the police.

Who was it? Did you recognise the car?

No. It was one of those cars that you're not supposed to remember.