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This programme contains strong language,

scenes which some viewers may find upsetting,

and some violent scenes

Hi. Afternoon.

And, er... And what are these?

WOMAN: That's a ma'amoul.

That's, er... er, dates in pastry.

Go on. Can I have one?

Try. Yeah? OK.

Oh, my God. Mm.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. It's basically just...

It's the, er... It's not...

It's... it's regular flour and semolina,

three parts to one. Wow.

Yes. Mm. Mm!

There's something else. There's, er... um...

...citrus...

...orange... It's, er...

It's an orange blossom reduction. Yes?

CHUCKLES

Um...

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you for the recipe.

Stevie?

Stevie.

CROWD CHANTS FAINTLY

CROWD: Locals in! Immigrants out!

Locals in! Immigrants out!

We better call this in. Locals in!

Immigrants out!

Ma'am, approximately 15 on foot

carrying flags and anti-immigration placards,

er, approaching my location

at the Migrant Centre on Matchhill Street.

So it's looking like a peaceful protest?

Yes, ma'am.

OK, let's move everyone inside the building,

just to be on the safe side.

Backup is on the way.

Aaron, this is Chief Inspector McNally.

Ma'am. We've another

unnotified protest,

this time it's at a migrant centre

on Matchhill Street.

Can you check socials, see what you can find out,

and have a look at the CCTV in the local area?

Yes, ma'am.

And keep me informed. Thanks.

Ma'am.

SIGHS: Here we go again.

THROUGH LOUD-HAILER: We are here to make our voices heard.

We're gonna have to move everybody inside.

But we're not hurting anybody.

I know, I know. If you'd just like to work with me here,

yeah? Until we get them to leave.

Everyone? We need to go inside.

UNTRANSLATED

OK, ladies and gentlemen,

if you'd like to make your way inside, please,

slowly, thank you so much.

Thank you. Make your way inside.

What's going on?

CROWD SHOUTS

Locals only!

Er, I'm sorry, can you, um, put that away, please?

No. This is the only way to make them listen to us

about what's happening to this area.

If you care about your community,

come and join us on Matchhill Street.

WOMAN: Get them out!

WOMAN 2: This is our town!

Our city! Our people!

MAN: Get them out! WOMAN: What about us?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

AARON: Ma'am, we may have a problem.

What sort of problem?

I'm looking at the hashtag on socials

for this protest, ma'am.

And there's a post from an account in the south

saying there's a group of Republicans in Dublin

on their way north.

What does it say?

It just says, "We're gonna put a stop to this bollocks".

Who are they?

The account's anonymous.

So you're telling me that a group of southern Republicans

are on their way to a Loyalist area?

It looks that way, ma'am.

OK. Get me some air cover. We're gonna need

all the eyes we have on this now. I'm on my way.

BUSKER SINGS

That's class.

Do you have any special talents, would you say?

Or are you just a pretty face?

Shut up, Shane.

Why? Do you?

Robotic... dancing.

What?

You know...

...the robot.

LAUGHS

Ma'am.

It's OK, sit down. Where are we?

Ma'am, we've spotted a group leaving the train station

carrying Irish tricolours,

and social media engagement's tripled.

Keep tracking them. Thank you.

OK, I need a free callsign in the city centre.

Looking now, ma'am. Thank you.

Ma'am.

Are they engaged?

7-6, this is Chief Inspector McNally.

What the hell are you doing?

Behind you.

Higher. Higher.

I need you on the corner of Matchhill Street

and Broomford Street in about two minutes.

Confirm when in situ.

SHANE: Roger that.

OK.

Can I get...

...six Tangis in the vicinity of Matchhill Street?

Er... Ma'am, we don't have six available.

How many do we have?

Only half a unit, ma'am.

Three. And an EGT vehicle.

If they walk into a Loyalist area

carrying those flags, there's gonna be a riot.

Response can't deal with this if it turns violent,

we need more TSGs.

Um... get me DCI Collins from C3.

Get him up to speed. I need him here.

DOOR OPENS

We have... I know.

Er, it's OK, guys. You can sit down.

As of this moment you're Silver Control.

Who's your Bronze?

Helen?

Who are you appointing Bronze?

Ma'am, you must be joking.

There must be someone else.

Hang on, just think about this for a second.

CROWD CHANTS

RADIO: All callsigns from Silver,

Sergeant Neil is Bronze One.

EXHALES

AARON: Air cover online.

Bronze One from Silver. Sitrep?

The crowd are getting more agitated

but they're not trying to gain access to the property.

You need to clear that building before the others arrive.

Roger. You OK here on your own?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely.

CROWD SHOUTS

Let's get this area cordoned off.

I want cones here and here. Let's get inside the building

and clear it while we still can, OK?

Green TSG on site, ma'am.

7-6, sitrep?

Silver from 7-6. In position, ma'am.

Dolly mixtures? Yeah.

Dolly mixtures? Aye.

Dolly mixtures? Ta.

What?

Yous ready to go, yeah?

We're always ready to go.

RADIO: Silver from 3-1.

That's arrival on Matchhill Street.

Right, you want us to block traffic, yeah?

You should be doing this. You're Bronze trained.

This one's all yours.

Good luck, yeah?

CROWD: Get them out! Get them out! Get them out!

We have visual on a group now,

walking in the direction of Matchhill Street.

How much time do we have?

Three, four minutes, tops.

Don't stop them yet.

We'll do it when we have the resources.

Roger that.

Jesus, that's brave around here.

Orange on green. Helen, it could go completely...

I know, ma'am.

Bronze One from Silver. Sitrep on clearing that building.

We need to get you out of here.

Get us out?

I'm sorry. We're... We're not leaving.

Sorry... You want us to run,

Constable...

...Conlon?

We've been running all our lives.

There's nowhere left to go.

Bronze One from 7-4. We have a bit of an issue here.

Hang on a second. RADIO: What is it, Annie?

I'm Aisling. I'm gonna tell you what's happening here.

ANNIE: Hold on a minute, skipper.

Outside your front door there are two groups

that are coming together. And if it all kicks off,

there could be a full-blown riot,

with all of you in the middle of it.

Now is not the time to be standing on your principles.

Excuse me?

All that matters is making the right decision.

Not for you.

For them.

Take them.

But I want to stay.

Fine.

But can you help us get them out?

Yes.

Right?

All right, fellas?

What's the craic?

Silver from 7-6. We're two minutes out. Over.

Get them out! We have a right to protest!

Come on, tell them what you think!

CROWD: Get them out!

Listen, listen. Can you just work with us here,

all right? Stop streaming.

Why?

Nobody ever works with us.

CROWD: Get them out! Get them out! Get them out!

Get them out! Get them out! Get them out!

CROWD JEERS

They want us to leave!

Here's the problem - we live here!

We're not going anywhere!

What's happening? Jesus, Colly, you tell me.

We're flying fucking blind here.

OK, give me two minutes. You have one.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Silver from Bronze One. We have visual.

But the chairperson delayed us.

We haven't got them out of that building.

Silver from Bronze One. Did you receive? Over.

WOMAN WITH CAMERA: Look who's here!

Eugene, we've got an organised group from Dublin

heading towards a shit-ton of Union flags.

Who are they and what are they doing up here?

OK, Annie, we've got a safe passage.

You can bring them out now. Let's clear them out. Come on.

Down there. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

On you go, on you go.

OFFICER: This way, please, folks.

It's OK. That's it. This way. All right, sir.

If you just go all the way to the end.

Come on.

Colly? Uh-huh, yeah.

Colly!

Right. Got it.

RADIO CHIRPS Ma'am?

Bronze One from Silver. Let them pass.

What?

Let them pass.

But ma'am... Do it.

Let us through! Get out of the way!

Let them pass.

Right-wing nationalist group from west Dublin.

This was organised online.

SHOUTING AND JEERING

North and South unite!

We're here to help!

They're on the same side.

Why weren't we told they were coming?!

HELEN: Bronze One from Silver.

They are a right-wing nationalist group.

You need to protect that building.

OK. Let's go.

Roger that, ma'am.

Fucking hell, mate. What?

Great to see the old peace process in action.

Why are they still here?

They want to stay, apparently. It's...

Get them back inside now. Move back inside, please.

Amira, you're inflaming the situation here.

We're inflaming the situation?

PROTESTER: There's no room in this country for you!

CROWD CLAMOURS

Tight cordon form!

OFFICER: Step back. Step back.

HUBBUB

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Get back!

Guys, get back.

Can you just switch that off, please?

Look, can you just...? Can you just step back?

CLAMOUR BUILDS

We have two TSGs tied up on Op Harvest today.

I need them to disperse that crowd. I need a full unit.

They're assigned to C3.

Ma'am? AARON: Ma'am?

I think... You think what?

I think we have masked men inbound.

Police Echo Golf One live feed, Lomond Street.

WHIRRING

Ma'am, and also Matchhill Street, seven or eight of them.

Who are they? HELEN: Bronze One from Silver,

we have multiple masked individuals

approaching towards the rear of the protest.

BOTTLE SHATTERS

Missiles thrown.

BOTTLES SHATTER

Bronze One from Silver.

Deploy TSG to the rear of the protest.

Helen, you can't send in half a unit.

Ma'am? What choice do I have?

SIREN APPROACHES

Ah, you fascist pigs!

Death to fascism!

THROUGH LOUD-HAILER: This is a police warning.

Please disperse immediately.

No further warnings will be given.

Deploy! Go, go, go!

MISSILES THUMP AGAINST SHIELDS

CHANTING: Nazi scum, your time will come! Nazi scum...

Move forward!

Forward! Forward!

RIOTERS SHOUT

MCCLOSKEY: Tight cordon! Hold the line!

Hold the line! Hold it!

We're under attack.

We're under attack!

Let us in!

Let us in!

Who's attacking that protest?

Ma'am, we've ID'd an emblem.

Shoulder patch. Group called the Anti-Fascist Initiative.

On our radar?

I need those TSGs. Whatever you're doing on Harvest

needs to stand down now. This is Article 2.

So are we.

We need them for standby surveillance.

Ma'am!

Colly, you can release those TSGs

or I can send it up the line.

Your call.

Stand down Op Harvest tasking,

on the authority of DCI Collins.

Send the assets here.

DOOR CLOSES

SIRENS

CROWD ROARS

Stay where you are. Stand back!

Help! Help! Somebody help! He's hurt!

He's hurt! Please.

Somebody help!

Help me, please!

We've got to help him!

Alex. Cover this side.

Right. I need you to hold the back of my flakker, yeah?

Hold it tight.

All right? Let's go! Move!

Move! Move!

Move, move, move.

Move!

He's not breathing! He's not fucking breathing!

MAN: Are you gonna let them kill us?

I'll do CPR.

No, wait, I can... No.

I'll do CPR!

One. Two.

Silver from 3-1.

Task an ambulance immediately.

One male unconscious. Not breathing.

I repeat, one male unconscious. Not breathing.

Cover Uniform! Move, move, move!

Come on! Come on!

3-1 from Control. Ambulance tasked.

ETA four minutes.

Get back! Get back!

PROTESTOR: You're tagging your own kind!

We're staying here.

GRACE: Inside!

Get back inside!

This is your fault! You did this!

You turn that fucking phone off!

Get inside now!

Stay back. Stay back!

ETA on backup TSG?

Reds are en route, Ma'am. Three minutes.

Silver from Bronze One. They're pushing forward.

Trying to get away from the missiles.

We've got to stop the crush.

Silver from Bronze One. Did you receive?

We need to do something. If we break that cordon,

they can go straight into that building.

We can't hold them there, they're sitting ducks.

Green Three from Silver. Fall back and release Uniform,

and wait out.

We're going to let the protestors into the yard.

You really want to weaken your front line?

Move! Move! Move!

Callsigns, break, break, fall back into the courtyard!

Fall back! Get back!

Green in position! In position!

Just stop pushing!

That's us now. New cordon formed.

Unit split!

Split!

Take it easy. Stay back.

Get back. Get back.

Look what they've done to us.

Look what they've fucking done to us!

Silver from Bronze One. They're inside.

Protestors are safe in the courtyard, ma'am.

Cordon holding up.

TSGs vulnerable.

TSG backup?

One minute.

SMASHING

FIREWORKS WHISTLE AND EXPLODE

SHOUTS

Fascist bastards!

One, two, three,

four, five. One, two...

SIREN

THROUGH LOUD-HAILER: This is a police warning.

Please disperse immediately.

No further warnings will be given.

GRUNTING

Section on me!

Move! Move! Move!

SHOUTING

Get back! Move! Move!

Come on!

Silver from Red One.

We have control.

The Reds have control, ma'am.

OK.

OK.

I want your badge number. No. Out you go.

Out you go.

Skipper. Skipper, you OK?

GROANS

SIREN NEARBY

See me in my office. Soon as you can.

Silver from Bronze One. They're dispersing.

DOOR CLOSES

Are you OK?

Look...

...I know it's not easy.

Do you?

Have you been here long, or...?

Does it matter?

Sorry, I just, er...

It's fine.

Nine years.

We left during the war, in Syria...

My brother and me.

I'm the only one who made it out.

I was, um...

...in a camp in Lebanon.

Then they sent me here.

I was 20...

...when I arrived.

I work at the university. I'm a librarian.

It's going to be OK.

Will it?

READER BEEPS

Anything?

We're running on empty here, Colly.

C4 had to withdraw the extra surveillance.

I know, right? I fuckin' know.

So what do we have left?

So here, one fixed camera, one external, one audio asset.

Right.

Shit.

Long time, no see, Mrs McIntyre.

All work and no play, Jackie.

Mrs McIntyre. So good to see you again.

Nice to see you too.

Some tea?

Pina colada.

Of course.

Hmm.

Thank you.

TINA: Thanks, love.

MORGAN: So...

You're keeping well? The very best.

And yourself?

Oh, the weather gets to me sometimes.

You know I think sometimes,

if we had Spanish weather,

we'd never have had The Troubles.

MORGAN CHUCKLES

Although, that does beg the question

of the Spanish Civil War.

Yeah, but that didn't last 30 years, did it?

Know why?

Weather was too nice.

SLURPING

They're giving us fuck all.

Patience is a virtue, Colly. Have it if you can.

Found seldom in a woman, and never in a man.

How long's it been?

Four months, two weeks, three days.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

They know.

You what? They know.

They've known all along.

Look at it, Damo.

It's a pantomime.

Widow Twankey and the Evil Queen.

And right now I'm fucking Buttons.

MORGAN: You deserve a good time!

FOOTSTEPS

Come in, Helen.

Oh, have a seat.

Thoughts?

It was a disaster.

Go on.

There will be edited highlights on social media.

It will be spun to say

we bottled in the protestors deliberately,

making them sitting ducks. Political policing.

Added to which, we knew nothing about the protest,

the Dublin contingent, or the people who attacked them.

We were dangerously understaffed,

and those officers who were injured would be justified

in coming after us for compensation claims.

You made a lot of decisions in the moment.

Big ones.

I understand if you want to refer it upwards, ma'am.

I thought you were...

...superb.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'm going to share some information with you, Helen.

It's highly confidential.

The organisation is headed for a major restructure.

Realignment of districts, consolidation of assets.

I've been given the nod

to apply for the role of Assistant Chief Constable.

Congratulations, ma'am.

I'm gonna need somebody I trust

at my side at headquarters.

I want that person to be you.

I don't know what to say, ma'am.

Well, usually that means you don't yet know how to say no.

I appreciate the offer, ma'am, I do.

But I've barely got my feet under the table here.

I'm managing the uniform side of Op Harvest...

Which to date has harvested what exactly?

Ma'am, there's been a lot of changes for me

over the last couple of years and I think...

...right now, I need to be here.

But that's the thing, Helen.

In a few months' time, there may not be a here.

They're looking at closing Blackthorn.

ANNIE: Sarge?

Looks nasty.

You want to get that checked. Nah.

It's stopped bleeding.

See, that's the difference between me and you.

Friggin' class.

Very good. Very good.

All callsigns from Control, Bronze is stood down.

Silver signing off.

Thank God for that. Oh, yeah.

GRUNTS

PHONE VIBRATES

Hello.

Hello?

Yeah, no, that's me.

You what?

I passed?

I passed!

No. No, that's...

No, thank you.

Thank you.

STEVIE CHUCKLES

Don't tell anyone.

Course I'm not gonna tell anyone.

OK, everybody, could youse gather around, please?

I have an announcement to make!

Stevie!

I am pleased to report that Constable Grace Ellis

is now officially

Detective Constable Grace Ellis!

CHEERING

Hip hip! Hooray!

You dickhead.

Yeah, all right, get in, get in.

Come on!

HELEN: This can't be real. It can't be true. I mean...

...we're already running on a skeleton crew

and they want to close a police station?

It's a numbers game.

How do you mean? The quarterly crime stats.

Blackthorn is bottom of the table.

The thinking is, we consolidate our estate -

fewer stations, doing a better job -

we can get those statistics where they need to be.

They've made the decision?

Not quite. It's in consultation. But, um...

...it's clear which way the wind is blowing.

It's madness.

It's life.

And you're the only one who benefits.

Excuse me?

You move up, and we move out. Was that the deal?

Are you suggesting...?

That you would do anything to get to the top table?

You're dismissed!

No. No! Excuse me?

No. I am not going anywhere, and neither is anybody else.

Oh, for God's sake... If you think I'm going to sit

on my arse and let this organisation

destroy this station at the stroke of a fucking keyboard,

you're sorely mistaken!

Like I said, this information

is highly confidential. You breathe a word...

Don't worry, ma'am. I am not as stupid as you think I am.

Helen!

If it's a numbers game, then fine.

Let's play a numbers game.

A few days off for McCloskey, there.

I know. Flip me.

It looks bad, like.

Annie, Shane. I need you to deliver this.

A TM1?

Yeah.

Amira Saeed?

Is that the...?

Chairperson of the migrant centre, yeah.

She's under threat?

Her name and face are all over socials.

And not the good socials.

OK.

Er, what are we going to do to help her?

We give her the leaflet.

Skipper...

Annie, I know.

Just let me know when it's delivered, yeah?

Right, I suppose we'd better pick up a leaflet.

Fuck's sake.

You've got to be fucking joking!

I have no choice. May I remind you,

you're supposed to be supporting Op Harvest,

not skinning it alive!

District is priority.

I made that clear in my submission.

Y-Your submission?

You went over my head? In case you haven't noticed,

we have a racial violence problem on our doorstep

and your department dropped the ball on it today -

twice!

I need those TSGs to tidy up your mess!

What in God's name's going on with you?

This... is a cartel, Helen!

A fucking cartel!

Mexico, Trinidad, Ireland, UK!

You know that! And you know who's behind it.

Yeah, we know and we can't prove, Colly.

Same as it's always been.

Same as it always will be.

I need to put our assets

where they can make the most difference.

That is my job.

DOOR SLAMS

Fuck!

SANDRA: Statistics?

Stop and searches, drink-driving,

clearance rates on all volume crime.

We need to get the numbers up

before the next quarterly report.

Why?

Because it's our job.

Helen, we've just had a major public order incident.

Like, surely we should be

getting in to those areas, talking to people...

Sandra, we need to get the stats up, starting now.

OK.

Fine.

And put a temporary hold on any transfers or secondments.

We need everybody we have.

Fill in every callsign we can muster.

Ma'am...

...Grace Ellis just passed her detective's exam.

She's due to start in Child Protection on Monday.

No.

No, we need her here.

I'm sorry.

Grace. Ma'am?

Everything all right?

I need to delay your transfer.

Delay? Until when?

Indefinitely.

Sorry? What?

You're needed here.

No, I've just... I've just been offered a job.

I start next week. Grace...

...I'm sorry.

Why?

It's operational.

So what does that mean?

Grace, you're needed here.

That's all I can say.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

Bit mad.

Was, yeah.

Aisling.

Can we talk? I have a thing to go to...

It'll only take a minute.

So you said a couple of weeks ago

that you just needed some time to think,

to... to get your head around things.

I did, aye.

So I was wondering...

...how much time do you need?

Like, could we maybe go for a drink or something,

or... have a chat about everything?

Um...

Tommy, I need to tell you something. Um...

Before I came back, I, um...

...I asked to go back to Derry.

But they, er, they said that they...

...they were short-staffed, so they needed me here.

To Derry?

What, so... so you...?

So, um...

I-I think I knew then, but I just...

I didn't know how.

I can't do this.

With you. I can't do it any more.

Aisling, hang on for a second, OK?

You... you just need more time, and that's fine.

No. Honestly, Aisling, I...

No. I don't need more time. I know.

I, um... I think I was just scared.

I didn't know how to...

Aisling, you can't do this to me, please.

You can't make a decision like this.

You've only been back for three weeks!

I can. And I have.

Are you still angry at me? I'm not angry

with you at all, Tommy. So why are you

doing this to me? Tommy, I'm not

angry with you at all! You did the right thing!

So why are you doing this to me, then?

Why are you punishing me like this, Aisling?

It's too close, Tommy! It's far too close.

Surely you can see that as well?

Listen to me, OK?

So...

...what about this, right?

Why don't you take the transfer, OK,

and go to Derry, or go... go anywhere, and we'll... No, no...

...wait until this passes... Please listen to me, Tommy.

Aisling, please don't do this.

I don't mean physically close.

I mean it's just I...

I don't have room for this.

What?

I don't have room for this, Tommy.

I don't have room for the emotions.

And I'm not going to. I need to be on my own.

I'm sorry.

Ah, Aisling. The public order enquiry team

are going to need your bodyworn, yeah?

I've uploaded it, skipper.

Er, they need a statement.

Yeah, I've done that too.

You have?

All right. See you tomorrow.

DOOR CLOSES

You, er... You got your footage on the system?

Not yet.

All right, well, make sure you do, yeah?

You did well today.

Saved a man's life.

Listen...

...what're you doing this evening?

This evening?

TV: A High Court judge has ruled

that video surveillance showing the murder of a police officer

can be shown as part of a murder trial

starting next week.

Maurice McIntyre and Anthony Donovan were present

when Constable Gerry Cliff was shot dead in Belfast

almost three years ago.

TINA: Stop watching that shite.

Footage of the incident believed to have been filmed

by an MI5 surveillance team will now be played in court.

It's, er, from your da.

It's open.

Well, they do that.

He's, um... wishing you all the best for the trial.

Wishing me all the best.

Meaning keep my mouth shut.

What the fuck are you doing, huh?

You're on bail. You're not supposed to be drinking.

GRUNTS

Not supposed to drink,

not supposed to go out, not supposed to...

...tell the truth!

Shut your fucking mouth, you don't know who's listening.

Tell me. Tell me this.

When did it start... for Da?

And for you? Because you were in on it too.

You must have been.

So go on, tell me.

When did you first become a fucking tout?

When you talk like that,

you're going to get yourself fucking killed!

STRUGGLES

Get off me!

Killed by who?

By you?

Hmm?

SIGHS You ready?

Let's just get this over with.

All right. Yeah.

Yes?

Amira, do you mind if we come in?

Can you tell me why?

We're here to deliver a form called a TM1.

It's a notification of an active threat against you

and possibly your home.

Er...

From who? Who is it?

OK, so all we know is what it says there.

What it says here is that somebody means to do me harm.

Who?

I'm sorry, Amira, that's all they tell us.

So what am I supposed to do?

Er...

There's some security advice in this.

Lock the doors? Pull the curtains?

You... you can protect me, though, right?

I mean, we can't physically do that.

What do you mean you can't physically do it?

Someone wants to hurt me and you give me a leaflet?

Amira... Have you any idea

what it's like to be told this? Have you any idea

what you're saying to me right now?

Amira... we can offer you passing attention.

Passing attention? Yes.

It's where we drive by now and again,

we make sure everything's OK.

I live here by myself... Here.

What's this? It's my personal phone number.

Annie...

Listen.

If you call 999,

they won't send an immediate callsign,

unless there's actually something happening outside,

and that's too late.

So if you see anything, anything suspicious,

or if you're worried about anything, just call me.

Any time, OK?

And if I'm not on shift, I'll find someone who is.

What the actual fuck? Just leave it, Shane.

Annie, your personal mobile?

Are you mad?! I said fucking leave it.

OK?

Look, I get it. OK?

I get it. I'm not stupid.

Did you ever look into it?

Into what?

Well, you said there was two other cops

got the same threat you did.

Did you ever find out more?

What's the point?

I can never go back home.

Two seconds.

Another bucket emptied.

You'll get there, Grace.

I thought I was there.

I suppose this is how it happens.

How what happens?

How you lose faith.

You're not allowed to.

Why not?

Because if you lose faith, we all do.

Come on.

Shall we go home?

Yeah.

Come on.

DISTANT SHOUTS DOG BARKING

SIGHS

MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

Yeah. Gerry loved his music.

He sure did.

Thank you.

It's not easy.

What isn't?

Losing someone.

However it happens.

The trial starts next week and...

...I'm gonna have to give evidence,

cos I was the custody sergeant.

They're gonna ask me about him.

And even now...

...I haven't got the words for...

...what he meant.

Can I give you some advice?

Turn up on time.

Go home on time.

Just do the job.

Until you feel you can breathe again.

Maybe the job's the problem.

How do you mean?

Well, it gives you things.

Aisling.

Gerry.

And then it takes them away ten times over.

I just feel...

You feel what?

SIGHS

I just feel like I've got nothing left to lose.

MUSIC FADES UP

Here. Sorry.

Oh, you heard?

First rule of Blackthorn.

Never, ever celebrate.

Right. Your choice.

Hey.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

Um...

MUSIC: Brewing Up A Storm by The Stunning

Stunning.

Ah-ah-ah!

The Stunning.

Right.

Come on, then.

PHONE VIBRATES

Shit. Hello? AMIRA: Constable.

Constable, there are people around my house.

They're knocking. Yeah. OK, Amira...

They're knocking now on my door.

They're knocking on my window.

Amira, calm down. I need help.

Listen to me. They're knocking.

They're knocking on the windows,

they're knocking on the doors. Can you come?

Can you come now? OK, right.

I need help. Lock the doors, Amira.

Lock the doors, lock everything.

We're on our way, OK? OK.

It's going to be fine, OK? OK.

Yep.

Oh, fuck. Breslin Street.

SIREN

We need to go to Breslin Street.

Right here. Here.

Amira! You don't belong here!

Peelers are here!

Bastards!

JEERING

GLASS SHATTERS

ANNIE: Uniform from 7-6. We have a crowd gathered here

on Breslin Street. Stand your ground!

Missiles thrown. Requesting backup, over.

7-6 from Uniform, received. GLASS SHATTERS

Grace, what are you doing?

Yeah. We're going to find another way.

That's right, fuck away off!

Youse... round to the back!

GLASS SHATTERS Shit!

Barney, we need backup here right away!

Can you hear me? Over.

Roger that, 7-6.

Come on! Yep.

25? 25, yeah.

SHOUTING

25.

Open up! Open up! Police!

OK, call her.

Shit. My phone's in the car.

Shit.

Oh, Grace!

Grace! Open up the door!

It's the police! Come on!

Right, I'm going to get up.

Grace, you can't, there's glass...

Just find something I can wrap round my hands.

Quickly. Here, I've got something.

Jesus Christ.

Just find something! Here, here, here.

Annie, come on. Here, take these. Take these.

Amira! It's the police!

Open up the door!

Shit. Shit! Grace...

Fuck. Stand back!

Get back, stand back!

Amira, open the door, yeah? Just open the door.

We're just here to help, OK?

Stand back! Stay where you are! Get back!

Just open the door.

AMIRA: I'm scared. I can't...

Amira, just open the door! Now!

Now!

Right, in! Get in, get in!

We need to get away from the door.

Get away from the door, yeah.

Just hide down here.

Uniform from 7-6.

We're in number 25 Breslin Street.

There's a hostile crowd outside. Over.

BANGING

Barney, Barney, we've entered the premises.

Can you let me know where that backup is?

GLASS SHATTERS SCREAMS

Annie?

Annie, are you OK?

I'm OK, I'm OK!

Oh, shit.

Get back! Get back!

ANNIE: Get back!

It's all right. It's all right.

ANNIE: Get back! Pepper spray! Pepper spray!

GRACE: Barney, we need backup now! Over!

Armed police!

Get away from the door, now!

Pass the petrol! Pass the petrol.

I said armed police! Get away from the door!

LIGHTER FLICKS

Oh, no...

HAMMERING ON DOOR

Gun! Gun! Gun!

GUNSHOT