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Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way by Waylon Jennings.

Come on!

Bollocks!

You don't need it.

Nobody wants to hear it. You don't wanna hear it.

Fuck it.

All right, folks.

Welcome to Basic Public Order, here at Kent Marsh Training Camp.

I'm Inspector Tennent.

Over the next three days,

you'll learn crowd control, policing a hostile environment,

and we'll be refreshing your Tier 1 first aid qualifications.

Now, you'll be learning from an officer

who knows what he's talking about.

He has policed some of the most difficult

public order events in the UK.

Listen to him.

Do exactly what he says.

Please welcome your course instructor,

Constable Gerry Cliff.

All right?

Well, hello, Constable.

Dee, shut up!

OK.

What's in this?

It's not a Pinot Grigio.

Petrol?

Ten points. What else?

We call this a builder's tea, because you put three sugars in it.

Anybody know why?

Cos it helps the petrol stick to the target.

Oh, God... You get hit by one of these fellas,

you're gonna light up like a Christmas tree.

Now, the good news about a petrol bomb is

it's not that accurate.

Well...

unless you know what you're doing.

You'd be good at that. Dee, shut up.

Yeah, yeah, you would. Remember... Dee!

Is there something you'd like to share?

Yeah, I was just saying that my mate's good at that kind of thing.

Oh, my actual God...

Is that right? Yeah.

Come on up, then. Er... No, I mean...

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Er, Constable Cliff,

we've never let a trainee throw a Molotov cocktail.

Well, first time for everything.

Come on!

It'll be an experience. Yeah!

An experience!

Helmets on.

Visors up for now.

OK, so...

I want you to hit that car without setting yourself alight.

And before I give you the bottle,

you put your visor down.

Then you're gonna hold the bottle, high and wide.

Then I'm gonna light the fuse,

then you've got about four seconds to throw it.

Actually, you know what? Inspector Tennent, when you're ready.

You can't back out now.

I was... You can't back out now.

What's that for?

In case you take longer than four seconds.

Visors down!

Hold the bottle.

You ready?

Here we go.

Four.

Three.

Two...

Ha-ha! Yeah!

Yes, girl! That's it.

Visors up!

You sure you're not from Belfast?

Dagenham till I die.

Yes, babe!

Someone always brings a fucking guitar!

Oh, God! Relax! We're on holiday!

Dee, we're not on holiday!

Keep the change.

Here we go.

Thank you. Lovely.

How is it?

Pishwater.

Doesn't travel well.

Why'd you order it, then?

It's my duty.

So, you've worked a lot of riots...

back in Belfast?

Aye, one or two a year.

A year?!

Somebody's always annoyed about something.

What's it like there now?

Lot of poverty.

Drugs. Trauma.

But... we have bus tours now.

Oh, well, that's all right, then!

Er... You want another one?

Nah. Big day tomorrow.

Oh... Are you going?

I got to take a beat.

If I have two, I'll have ten.

So, have ten! I'm gonna! Dee! Shut up!

Make sure you bring some paper towels tomorrow.

What?

Those wee green ones.

Bye, ladies.

Yeah. Goodnight!

What room's he in? Piss off, Dee.

Seriously, though - no wedding ring!

Dee! Baby, come on, come on!

I'm just saying he's gorgeous!

Dee...! Why don't you do a little drive by his room, hey?

A little stop-and-search. All right, that's it!

I'm going to bed. Oh, bloody hell. Not you, too!

You can have that, be good. Yeah. I'm always good!

Yeah, right. Yeah, right.

Right! Who wants a drink?

Hold!

Fuck the police! Hold!

Officers One, Seven!

Prepare to advance on my mark! I can't!

What? I'm going to puke!

Just follow me! On my mark!

Three! Two! One!

Rapid advance! Go!

Index! Index!

Visors up.

Enjoying yourself?

Maybe!

Yeah!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Oh! Fuck me!

Fucking hell!

Try and eat something.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Do you mind if I...?

Fill your boots. Cool.

So, you're into your health and fitness, then?

Well...

We all have our vices.

I just happen to have all of them.

A good time, not a long time.

What's that?

Oh, it's just something my dad used to say -

"I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

That's good. I like that.

Well, he died of a heart attack.

I'm really sorry.

I'm kidding. He lives in Dagenham.

Turns out he is here for a long time.

Get back! Get back!

Hold your positions! Hold! Get back! Back, pig!

Ambush on protesters.

Sarge! Sarge!

Somebody! Help me!

OK, listen. You two, cover that lot.

Go! Go! Go! Get in between those two groups.

Right, we're gonna link arms, get her out,

and if they turn on us, then we retreat immediately, all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Let's go.

Stupid bitch!

Go on! Get the boot in! Come on!

Index.

Index!

So...

How do you think that went?

But she was badly injured!

She was, aye.

So, we're there to protect life, right?

Aye.

Including our own.

Come off it!

Try this.

What the hell are you doing? Oh!

Cools you down. Focuses the mind. Try it.

Reminds you you're alive.

Come on! Time for a pint!

What?! We're only halfway through the day!

Exactly!

There you go. Cheers.

Don't be telling anybody you saw me doing this.

That's us now.

What?

No, nothing. You...

You're just... Just what?

You're just...

unusual.

Well, thanks very much.

So, do you like it, then?

Belfast?

It's my place.

You've never been?

It's not on my list of holiday hot spots.

Do you mind me asking...?

I mean, it's fine if you do.

How come you're still a constable?

I'm sorry, it's none of my business.

No, no, no, no, no. I'll tell you.

OK. So...

my inspector calls me in.

I mean, I was... I was only a young fella.

This was back in '95... '96!

Anyway, he calls me into his office and he sits me down...

and he says to me...

"Gerry..."

"I know you want to be promoted."

"You deserve to be promoted."

"But I need you out there on the streets, working Response."

Why?

That's what I said.

Then he... He fixes me with this stare...

and he says...

"You're too handsome to be stuck behind a desk."

Oh, for...!

That's what he said! Yeah, right.

I would have saved her.

In real life...

I would have done what you did.

Just don't...

Don't tell anyone you said that?

You're a quick learner.

Petrol! Petrol! Petrol!

Remember - walk.

Do not run.

Why can't I run? Next!

In case you fall.

Just march on through.

One step after the other.

And when you get through, stamp your feet to get any burning materials

that might be on your legs. No. No, I can't... Hey!

Next! I'm gonna be right behind you.

Next! Come on! No...

OK, what's your favourite song?

My favourite song?! Your favourite song, what is it?

Ain't Nobody, Chaka Khan?

Next! Come on! Yeah. Sing it.

What? Sing it. Visor down.

Petrol! Petrol! Petrol!

See you in the bar!

Next!

What's the matter, Dee? You not thirsty?

I'm never drinking again. Aww.

You just chose the wrong night to get pished.

Happens to the best of us.

OK, everyone, OK.

Well, congratulations to all of you

for passing Public Order Level 1.

And can we have a big thank you to Gerry

for his excellent instruction over the last few days?

I think you'll all agree that these PSNI officers

are made of stern stuff.

Now, Gerry...

it has become customary on the final evening

for you to give us a song.

Wait, is that YOUR guitar?

Come on, everyone!

Make a bit of noise for him here!

OK.

Do it! No. No way.

What's the worst that could happen?

I make a complete tit of myself?

Babe, you threw a petrol bomb. You walked through flames.

You... are the Queen...

of Fire.

Oh, fucking hell!

Yes, girl! Queen of Fire!

Dee, shut up!

Hiya!

Hey. Let me take them.

You off, then? Yeah. Back to civilisation.

I find England a wee bit like mustard, you know?

Best enjoyed in small doses.

Still, be nice to see the family, I suppose?

Well, it'd be a shock. Didn't have one when I left.

Right, well, you know, thanks for... the instruction

and all that. It was...

It was fun. It was, aye. Fun.

So, look...

If you're ever...

You know, if you're ever in Dagenham...

give me a call.

Dagenham.

Sure I'm barely out of the place.

It was nice to meet you, Sandra.

Yeah.

You too, Gerry.

All right, mate? Hello!

How was training? You know, same aul shite.

Any craic here?

Have you seen last week's call logs?

Three kneecappings.

Six ODs - pregabalin.

Mclntyres?

Fuck.

Where's the gear come from? Don't know.

Jonty say anything?

He mentioned he was thinking about buying a Jet Ski.

Prick. Aye.

So... welcome back, mate.

Did you miss me?

OK! The Halloween shift.

I know.

I know. We drew the short straw.

Again? Again.

OK, I want you to keep a close eye

on anything going into and out of Carrick View,

especially anyone connected to the McIntyre family.

If you're gonna choose a night to move product

when we're likely to be looking the other way, this is it.

Let's have some mobile patrols on the edge of Carrick View.

Stevie and Claire, you're 7-0. North.

Kev and Angus, 7-2. Stay west.

Gerry and Colin, 7-4.

Sit around the southern perimeter.

You see anything of interest, let us know.

And here, folks, for the night that's in it,

try not to get involved with any spooks.

Ideally, yes.

OK?

Sharp eyes save lives.

Have a good one.

Well, that was a bit weird.

Dublin car parked outside Carrick View.

No? Lights on. Engine running.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just having a closer look.

No harm in that, is there?

Shit! Hit it.

Uniform from 7-4. Pursuit, pursuit, pursuit!

Metallic-grey Volkswagen Polo. Cross-border plate.

North on Cliveson Park towards Carrick View, over.

Fuck!

Straight, straight, straight, onto Rossvalen Street. We're...

We're heading into Carrick View...

Uniform, they need some backup.

7-4 from Bravo Lima 1-0. Discontinue pursuit.

This is Inspector Johnston.

Carrick View is OOB, out of bounds.

Discontinue pursuit, over.

7-4, that's an order.

Gerry! Gerry, we have to stop!

Fuck that!

Let's go. Get out!

Sully! Sully!

Get the guy in the car!

I can't get out! Come on, get out!

Get the guy in the car! Sully!

Fuck!

Police! Don't move!

Oh, fuck.

What's going on?

Do not move! Get out of the car!

7-4, withdraw immediately.

Discontinue pursuit and withdraw immediately.

Gerry... Gerry!

Shit! This peeler's on his tod. Look, boys!

Shit! Gerry, Gerry! Gerry, I need help!

Got 'im now, lads! We've got him!

7-4, your obs is in trouble.

Discontinue pursuit and withdraw immediately!

What the fuck?!

Fuck!

Hey! Here he is!

Get away from the car! Oh, here's ya da coming for you!

Run away home!

I said, away home to your mas!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Away you go now, bye! Get out of Carrick View!

Well, where is it?

Where's what?

What do you mean, "Where's what?"!

The fucking car I left you with and the guy who was in it!

Yeah, well, he got away, didn't he?

Wee scumbags came at me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Do not use that word!

What word? "Scumbags"? Sure it's what they are, Gerry.

No. They're not!

And you keep thinking that way, you won't last six months, son.

Yeah? Why not?

It's a hard place to police, son.

But it's also a hard place to live.

OK?

Fucking OOB.

Oh... Now what are they up to?

Fireworks!

That was a good one.

It's just fireworks.

Bad for the aul ticker, that?

Whoa!

Gerry, I have to go back to the station.

Why, what's up?

I... I had an accident.

What, did you piss yourself?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Window down.

Whoa.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God help us.

"Riot."

Oh, wise up, Gerry.

Wise up, man, come on. Come on. Wise up.

Don't do it.

Do not do it.

Oh, you dick!

You fucking dick!

You dick...!

Oh, you dick...

Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

Hi...

Hiya. Hi...

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry for texting so late.

Are you just off a shift?

Yeah.

How was it?

Er...

It was kind of shitty.

Join the club.

So... you've invited yourself to Dagenham, have you?

I might have done... yeah.

It's just...

I've never been to Belfast.

Great!

Great.

Oh, my God! Look at you!

What? Oh, no, you just look...

Look what?

You look great.

Those for me?

Oh, God, yeah! Sorry!

Yeah.

Thank you.

So, now what?

Well, I thought we could do, er, a wee tour.

Like a... Like a bus tour?

No.

A real tour.

Oh, my God.

So this is to keep people apart?

Well...

it's kind of like our Berlin Wall.

Except we liked ours too much to take it down.

Jesus!

Exactly.

Well...

is he a Catholic Jesus or a Protestant Jesus?

That's the question.

So this is Belfast?

Oh, God, no.

This isn't Belfast.

Now, that...

is what I call a pint of stout.

Go on.

Come on now!

You're in Belfast now. It's mandatory.

All right.

That's all right, actually.

"All right"?!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

That is not "all right".

That is God's gift to the working man!

Oh, or woman.

Foretaste of eternal bliss.

You're such a dickhead.

Oh, God.

This is mad.

What is?

Just this.

Me being here.

You took a chance?

Yeah.

Me too.

All right.

Are you gonna tell me what the catch is,

so we can get it over with?

What catch? Oh, the incredibly complicated private life?

The ex-wife and kids?

Please don't say current wife. No. No.

There's never been anyone.

I mean, like, long-term.

How come?

I... I didn't wanna...

I didn't wanna inflict myself on anyone.

Are you hungry?

I'm always hungry.

Class.

So, yeah.

After seven years, that was it.

It was just over.

After that, I sort of...

I'd had enough, you know?

I stopped dating and all that sort of stuff.

I thought it was too much trouble,

more trouble than it was worth.

Present company excluded.

You don't know how much trouble I am yet.

Well, that's true.

Are we out of our minds?

Well, you definitely are.

Well, I mean, I live in England.

I'm sorry for your troubles.

Sorry.

I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?

Let's just enjoy tonight.

Lovely.

Here's your bill. Oh, thank you.

Shit!

No, no, no. Don't... Don't look. Don't look.

I saw that guy a couple of weeks ago.

He was in a car we were pursuing.

We didn't get him.

Oh, well, come on, then.

You're not serious? Of course I'm serious.

Come on, let's go!

Carrick View. Halloween. It's on the system.

OK, thanks.

Callsign's on its way.

Shit.

I'm gonna try and stop him.

Taxi! Sounds good, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, sounds good. Oh!

Yeah, sorry, that's mine, yeah?

Yeah? I don't see your name on it.

Get the fuck out...!

Hey.

Do you not have a car of your own? Who the fuck are you?

Police! Hold still!

Hold still.

Oh. Your carriage awaits.

Arresting officer? Constable Jen Robinson.

204972.

What are the circumstances?

Suspect was apprehended by an off-duty police officer,

subsequently arrested by me

for resisting arrest and dangerous driving.

Lovely.

Name?

Name?

Oh, hiya.

So, er, you booked him in, then?

Oh, he's gone.

I'm sorry? The suspect?

Yeah.

Inspector recommended bail.

I think all the cells are full or something.

Don't know.

Hi. Helen McNally.

Sandra Adelola.

Cup of tea?

Do you know what?

I'd kill for one.

Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you forgotten your rank? Bail?!

He'll never be back north of the border!

We don't even know who he was! Leave it!

Jonty, he was driving that car.

I chased him into Carrick View.

Somebody wants to see you.

Who? Work room.

So, how long have you two known each other?

Outside of a training course?

About 12 hours.

What's he like?

Gerry?

He's the best of us.

The very best.

An op? What kind of op?

Surveillance.

Wasn't one of ours. Box.

Apparently, you walked into the middle of it

and arrested their fucking target.

So, who is he?

Fuck's sake, Colly!

I'm telling you to leave it, Gerry.

Is it linked to him?

7428. James McIntyre.

We don't use names! Well, I do!

All I know is, I got a phone call,

asking me to tell you to cool your jets on this one.

Do you ever think about it?

Do I ever think about what?

The fact that you created a monster.

I think about the fact that we managed to stop a...

Stop a civil war, yeah, yeah. Heard that before.

It was a hard time, Gerry.

Hard calls.

So, what about now?

What about now?

James McIntyre's running the west.

We can't touch him.

Go near him and it's an OOB.

Try and make an arrest like we did tonight,

and they walk out of the station without even leaving a name?!

So what about now?

Your monster - still worth it?

You don't have long left, Gerry.

Neither do I.

Maybe when this is all over, we can have a pint and talk it out.

Aye, maybe not.

Mind yourself.

See all this shite?

It's not worth it. Let it go.

It's ancient history, mate.

Skipper.

Shall we go home?

Yeah. OK.

Thank you.

Well, for a man who never dates,

you definitely do a memorable one.

Sorry about that.

So, they just... let him go?

You have a very long story, don't you?

You don't have to tell me anything. I mean, we basically just met.

No, no. No, I wanna tell you.

You asked me...

why I was still a constable.

Do you know what...

the RUC Special Branch was?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

And you know...

you know that it was...

It was... It was different here back then, you know?

You know what they did?

During the Troubles, they ran agents, informers.

Intelligence policing.

I was part of it.

You were in Special Branch?

I was in... In my early twenties.

So did you... do something? No.

No.

I wouldn't do something.

Sorry, I... I don't understand.

When I was... When I was a kid,

me and ma wee mate, Alan Kelly...

were near a car bomb.

And Alan...

lost... his dad and his brother in it.

And we saw it happen. Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

Years later,

I'm in Special Branch, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

And... my partner and I, we're pitching a potential tout.

Sorry, you're...? Well...

approaching an informant.

High-level. Republican.

So, I run a background check on him.

And I see...

I see that his name...

is connected to that same bomb.

Jesus!

And he was just...

He was... He was... He was 16 years old.

He was a getaway driver, you know, but...

I just said no.

No?

I just...

I couldn't... I couldn't recruit him, you know?

My partner...

went ahead and landed him.

And this guy, this guy's getting into...

into drug dealing, you know?

Ecstasy.

Bit of coke. And we're running him.

So I write a letter to the bosses, telling them we need to reconsider,

we need to get him off the books.

I mean, the guy's becoming a proper gangster.

And I sent that letter up to senior management.

Er... what happened?

They gave me a choice.

Resign...

or go back to Response...

forever.

Oh, my God!

Why didn't you just leave?

I didn't want...

I didn't want...

I didn't want them to think they had me beat.

How long have you been back in Response?

25 years.

Jesus... And over all that time, this guy's done it all -

drug dealing, kneecapping, murder.

He wasn't even arrested.

I think they were protecting him back then...

same as they're protecting him now.

And I can't do a thing about it.

It's kind of, well...

It's kind of fucked my life up, to be honest.

So far.

What?

It's fucked your life up...

so far.

Good to see you again. Yeah, you too.

Another sunny weekend in Belfast.

Lucky me!

Can't be easy for you both, going back and forth.

It's not ideal.

Do you see that fella over there playing the bodhran?

That's Barney. He's been our custody sergeant at Blackthorn

for about ten years,

but he's leaving cos he's taking a job as a call handler,

which means...

I currently don't have a custody sergeant.

Yeah, but you can't do a direct transfer

from another police force to here.

Well, you can if the role cannot be filled by internal applicants,

and the CVs I'm seeing, they are not the best.

And now, do you see that fella over there in the grey sweater?

That's Inspector Johnston.

He's a wee bit down about himself,

wants to be chief someday.

But he's the man who makes all the decisions around here,

and if I were you, I'd go buy him a drink.

I don't know if I'm ready for Belfast.

No-one's ever ready for Belfast.

By the power vested in me,

and by the strength of your commitment to each other,

it is my honour to pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss.

Steady!

Oh, my God!

You guys know how to throw a party.

That's all we know how to do!

Shots!

Woo!

So many shots!

Listen...

Now that we are, er...

There's...

There's something I wanna show you.

What's that?

The truth.

The truth about...?

No. Gerry, no! Listen, listen, listen.

Listen.

In here is the agent file -

everything we had on James McIntyre, up until I left the Branch.

Why are you showing me this? Why now?! Why tonight?!

It's statements, evidence... Put it away.

It's... It's... Put it away!

Ain't Nobody by Chaka Khan.

Four years.

What?

You wanna finish out four years, so they didn't beat you?

Well, let me tell you how it's gonna go.

We're both gonna go to work,

and we're gonna do our jobs to the best of our ability.

Then, every night, we're gonna come back here

and eat dinner and drink wine and...

do...

whatever.

"Whatever."

Whatever.

And then, someday, when all this is over,

we're gonna go somewhere else.

Somewhere warm. And sunny.

And we're gonna live there.

Oh, and we're gonna drink a lot of beer.

So, here's the deal, Constable Cliff.

From this moment on...

we're not going to think about the past any more.

All of it.

Everything in that file...

it's over.

From now on, me and you, we're just gonna think about the future.

Our future.

How does that sound?

I think...

that sounds... just...

lovely.