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It's open.

Sean Pius McAnally, 63, The Drive, Turf Lodge, Belfast. What do you want?

We've come to take you back.

And who are you?

You've been away too long.

We don't like names.

That's because you're riddled with touts.

Informers.

Weren't any informers in my time.

Your time's not done, Ginger. I'm out.

I quit.

I'm not going back to prison for any more.

But you made an oath, boy.

An oath for life.

I've done my bit of you.

I spent five years in Long Kesh. That's the place where they set fire to your

balls.

Easy now, easy.

You'll get to see that lovely wife of yours and those kids you haven't seen

for a while. And that won't be bad, now, will it?

Gingy, we're not going back without you.

Have a drink.

I remember you now.

Frankie Conroy.

Frankie the errand boy.

Well, let's go, Ginger. Come on.

Yeah.

I met my love by the gasworks wall.

Dream the dream by the old canal.

I kissed my girl by the factory wall.

By the old town.

Birds are drifting across the moon.

Cats are prowling on their bees.

Spring's a girl from the streets at night.

Dirty old town.

I heard a siren from the docks

Saw a train set the night on

fire I smelled the spring on the

smoky wind Dirty old town,

dirty old town

Dirty old town.

Dirty old town.

Relax, the plates are clean.

Identifications, please.

Space, this is Bravo 4-1. Vehicle registration check. Thank you.

Sean McAnally of Turf Lodge.

What about it?

My patrol works Turf Lodge.

I don't know you, do I?

I know a, uh, Roisin McAnally of 63 The Drive.

That's my wife. I work down south.

Oh, well, I've talked to your boy, then. What's his name, um, Jerry?

Gerard. Right, Jerry.

Tough lad.

Doesn't care much for us Brit squaddies, though.

Vehicles clear, Mr. Ferris.

Welcome back to our stuff.

Give a keen eye, David.

Look, five years for possession of firearms in 81, no statement, went

south, hasn't been in trouble since. But you never can tell.

He looked pretty wretched.

Never mind what he looked.

You're halfway through a 16-week tour of duty and then you're back in England.

With any luck, you'll never meet an armed terrorist.

They're vicious psychopaths.

Bermen.

What a human beings, aren't they?

What utter shit.

So, why won't you do what they ask of them?

Shit, I don't mind helping.

What they want isn't helping, it's fucking kamikaze.

Christ, you're beautiful.

Shut your face!

Did you spit on Jesus?

Why do you ask that, kiddo? Well, the priest says the IRA spits on Jesus. Have

you done that?

Leave your dad being away on off with you.

Whatever you do, love, I'm sure it'll be the right thing.

I wish I knew what the right thing was.

It's not the police that keeps people safe around here.

It's the organization that protects us.

Right. So you've said you wouldn't do it.

So what happens next?

I'm to be taken to see a man.

What man?

The chief.

And when he asks you to do it, what do you say?

I'll go make some tea.

Dad, are you going out?

Can I come too?

Gerard, get your arse back in here.

Suicide, Ginger.

In broad daylight?

You're too right.

Well, maybe they didn't explain the plan all that well to you. I quit.

You're arrested.

Why me?

Because you're all I've got, son.

There's only one rocket launcher and one projectile left in all of Belfast.

And you're the only man left in the city who knows how to fire it.

The plan's no good.

You can't force me.

You're my wife.

What is it?

Two children, Ginger?

Are you threatening them?

No.

No, Ginger, I'm threatening you.

Good morning. Morning, my lord. Hello.

Thanks, Dick. No mention, sir.

Change the show. It's got all that old stuff.

Get on the floor, ginger.

Roadblock.

Shit fucking Christ.

Get down.

Pretty smart.

You're quite certain, Dave?

Absolutely, sir.

The man in the backseat of the car was the man I spoke to at the roadblock.

McAnally of Turf Lodge.

Corporal Jones saw him, too. You'll both swear to it?

Yes, sir.

Right.

Let's nail the bugger.

Shouldn't we give this to the IUC, sir?

No, a police presence isn't essential.

Hell of a thing for the battalion if we bring him in on our own.

The bloody hell do you think you're doing?

This isn't a bloody pub brawl. The man's under arrest.

Pick him up.

You're in my custody now, Mr. McEnany.

Let's get some clothes on.

Is your name Ferris?

you have something of mine.

And that would be?

Sean Pius McNally.

And who are you?

I'm Rennie.

Detective Chief Inspector Rennie.

The police arrest men in this city, Lieutenant.

Not the military.

I was carrying out orders.

I like my man stripped weird and checking in his cell before he's had

time to think.

He's mine.

Got it?

He's in the cells. Why don't you just take him?

There's a form to these things.

Long after you're back in jolly old England, some smart lawyer will be

putting the arrest under a microscope.

So everything's got to be right.

Got it?

Got it.

Morning, Mr McAnally.

The injuries to the prisoner's face and body, Mr Flores, that happened during

the arrest?

Correct.

Just for the record.

For what?

Stopping them kicking their shit out of the way?

Just trying to be decent.

Doesn't mean I'm on your side though.

You belong to him now.

They took Gingy.

What? They took him.

Back two days and they came for him.

He's been informed on.

Fingered by a bloody tout.

Touted?

You can't say that.

I'll say what's frigging true.

I have a brother and a cousin murdered by those bastards and I'll say what's

true. Miss Motion.

If there's a tout, we'll find him.

These won't touch me now. They've got those things to keep an eye on.

This is just getting...

If one of us is a tout, then the whole fucking war's finished.

It was that boy.

Which boy?

The one who brought Gingy to us.

That's Matty Blaney's kid.

I know who it is.

Oh, Christ, man, the kid can't be 14.

The boy who brought Gingy to us saw only Gingy. Only Gingy's been arrested.

It'd kill Matty to think his kid touted.

We're here to get the Brits out of Ireland.

Touts destroy us.

People have got to learn there's no future in touting.

You're Sean Pius McNally, known as Gingy? You know my name.

And where were you yesterday morning, Gingy?

Well, let me draw you a picture. then you placed a crumbling road

with the rocket launcher by eyewitnesses and there's forensic evidence on your

face and clothing that's murder three times

Starts life, Gingy.

Life with a minimum sentence of 25 years.

You've already done time, haven't you, lad?

You have some idea what I'm talking about, don't you?

Is that why you came back up from the South for 25 years?

You're a shite street without a petrol bomb, aren't you?

You realise you were informed on, Ginger?

I mean, that's how rotten your organisation is.

Somebody tired it on you.

That's a good job for you. There's no galas in this country, isn't it?

Or is it, Ginger?

Was your old woman going to do you?

Good golly.

Keep herself good and clean for you, will she?

Wait for you?

What do you reckon?

That's a nasty-looking cut you've got on your lip, Gingy.

I'd have thought those soldiers would have half killed you.

That was when officers saved you, wasn't it, Gingy? Yes.

Saved you from a bloody fashion, didn't he? Yes.

Showed you a bit of kindness, eh? Yes. Decent chappers, eh? Yes.

Better than those loyalist bastards, eh?

Yes.

Well, that's enough for now.

What I'd suggest, Jenji, is that you have a little think on your own.

Say anything that we might be grateful for.

I wouldn't place too much faith in those comrades if I were you.

They break all the time.

Over.

Christ,

it's a bloody child.

That's Liam Blaney, sir. His father's IRA.

Doing time in the cache.

Yeah, yeah, he's been kneecapped.

What are those?

Cigarette burns, sir. Oh, God.

They'd probably take them for a reformer, shooting a kneecap like that.

Here, give me a hand with them.

Easy now. Easy, easy, easy.

Easy. Easy.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

All right.

An anonymous tip-off has led to the arrest of a turf lodge man in connection

with yesterday's assassination of a judge and two constables in the Crumlin

Road. Sean Pius McEnany.

I believe you know Detective Chief Inspector Rennie?

Yes.

The DCI here seems to think that you might be of some help to him.

So I've given him my permission to borrow you.

Right.

Let's get you into a clean tunic.

It's gone tan and I don't have all night.

It wasn't true we were acting on tip-off for McAnally, you know.

Whoever put that out should be ashamed of himself.

I put it out.

They kneecapped a bloody child!

I've been fighting this war for 15 years. I don't need a lecture from

someone who's been here eight weeks.

Are you on victims?

I can show you women and children by the hundreds.

And what about the, uh, the Protestant terrorists, the UVF and UFF? What about

that?

Ronald's the constable. He treats all sides the same.

Ha! That's a bloody laugh.

If you had, the British Army wouldn't be.

Well, the Protestant people have had enough, so they have.

It's a question of a birthright being sold out here.

You know, the boys built the empire and got a kick in the arse for it.

Ulster, loyal and true to the same queen as you.

What do you want with me?

You ever heard of the converted terrorist policy?

You mean offering reduced census to any poor bastard who informed his mates?

We help him see the error of his ways and turn his bark on the veils and such.

You gonna try that on McAnally?

Well... Times have changed. We can't thump confessions out of them anymore.

I thought you might be able to help.

Bloody hell.

Now, I don't want you getting them all excited or offering them anything.

Just make him feel he has a friend and there's a door open.

Now, you get Ginger McNally started tonight and I'll kiss you on both bloody

cheeks of your heart.

What are you doing, Mr. McAnally?

What do you want?

Oh, I thought I'd look in on you, see how you're doing.

He sent you here to turn me down?

No, no, as I say, I thought I'd just pop in and... Well, I won't.

Nor should you.

So, uh... They, uh... Treating you all right, are they?

No, uh, thumbscrews or electric enemas?

I had a hell of a night.

My patrol came upon a boy who'd been kneecapped.

Thirteen years old.

Not much older than your Jerry.

They had burnt his stomach with cigarettes.

Seems your friend's reckoning informed on you.

What a waste.

For both of you.

Inspector Rennie tells me you quit the progress, went south to start a new

life.

Must be damn difficult to break out of the IRA.

Shame the buggers couldn't leave you alone.

They'll take care of me.

Oh, sure they would if they could.

But how can they, really?

Ooh, look at the time.

Past midnight.

I gotta get going.

Try to help yourself and your wife and the kids.

I mean, God knows if anything's possible.

But if anything is possible, hang on to it.

I'm not being held.

You're right.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.

None of my damn business, really.

I'm a soldier, see?

Like you.

Just so.

Just so.

Well done, Brother Ferris.

Poor sod.

Should have seen his face. Like a proper dog. Really?

Well, you sounded right natural to me.

I meant it when I apologized to him.

I want out of this.

Luke,

what's up?

I promised you I'd kiss, didn't I?

And if you didn't know it, David, this war's bigger than that little rat.

He's a good Catholic lawyer.

He must have said something.

He said they must either charge him...

Or set him free within seven days.

And he said Gingy'd have better sense than to incriminate himself.

Did he charge anything to tell you that?

He did not.

Oh, Ma.

I'm so frightened for him.

He's alone.

I'm back in that place.

But you didn't cry in front of Mr. Riley, did you?

I did not.

Good girl.

Oh, farewell to the streets of sorrow.

And for a while you streets came.

I'll not return to feel more sorrow.

Not to see more young men escape.

Through the last six years I've learned to tell her.

And in the dark understreets the pain.

Oh, morning, Mrs. McAnally. Hello, Jerry.

Remember me?

I remember you. I'm Ferris. I'll never say it.

I saw your husband the other night.

He's all right.

Good morning,

Gigi.

You asked to see me.

Not that I will, but what's for me if I talk?

Anything you say, Conan, will be used against you.

I don't want to mislead you, lad, but I can't see that you could give us enough

to do yourself any good.

I'd want immunity.

Immunity from prosecution.

I can't see that.

Can you see that, Detective Astley?

Immunity for three murder charges.

Never mind, then.

I wouldn't have done it anyway.

What can you offer that'll equal two detectives and a judge?

The guys who were with me at the hit.

Hopeless. The ones who brought me back.

Carriers, rubbish.

The guys who braved me then.

Not enough.

The fucking chief braved me.

The Chief.

Who was with him?

Belfast Brigade Commander, Brigade Staff Quartermaster, Intelligence and

Operations, the whole fucking lot.

And that's what you're offering us?

For immunity.

I told you I didn't want to do this.

I'm a soldier, not a copper.

Listen to me.

We have to charge Gingy. I'll release him within seven days.

We've already used up two of those days, and the official reply from the Prime

Minister may take several more. We need to stop him talking now.

Don't tell me. Tell him.

You think you're trying to pull some kind of trick on him?

Where's that bloody royal ulcer, that bloody constabulary? He doesn't trust a

word we say.

You're going to get immunity.

It's with the Prime Minister as we speak.

Prime Minister?

That's right, Gingy.

Bloody Margaret, bloody Thatcher's looking down on you.

And I'll get immunity.

It's a promise.

But you have to start cooperating with Mr Rennie and his colleagues now. You

understand?

Do you trust me, Gingy?

I trust you.

Right then, Gingy.

Let's start earning that immunity.

So, we were down in Beechmont, and me and Fatsy took over this old house in

order to fire from it. Now, there was an old gasser there. Fatsy watched him.

Fatsy was who?

Fatsy Raw.

So after that, we built a down-ivy parade to where Bugsy was in the motor.

I was so scared I pissed myself in the car.

I pissed down my legs. Who's Bugsy?

He's Eamon Malone.

Eamon Malone.

So anyway... After that, right, by the time we got back, they were giving us

loads of stick, because me with my pants all wet and all, and they gave us loads

of stick because they said we should have waited for it. Jesus Christ,

Ginger, who were they? Who gave you the stick?

Brigade QM.

Name's Ginger.

Want to check my thoughts?

I bloody said I'd do it.

Good.

Now then.

Kevin Muldoon.

He's the chief of Belfast Brigade of the Irish Republican Army.

And that's the first time I fired a gun for him.

Now, Gingy, you're no longer under arrest.

You're in police custody.

But you stay close to me, understand?

They wouldn't want anything happening to you.

Like what?

Like anything.

Roisin, it's me, Gingy.

Now get on with it, Gingy.

I've done it for you.

All for you and the kids.

It's got to be a new life.

You've tired.

what's best for all of us.

Jesus, Genty, how the hell could you? Look, I was going down for 25 fucking

years. Is that what you wanted?

You stupid... Stop it.

Go on, go and get yourself the rest and the kids.

You've destroyed us all.

I hope you're proud of what you've done to us.

We've never had... it out in our families before.

There's probably never been anyone with the guts.

I'll go get the kids.

Don't you bloody go near my children.

I was young.

I watched the cars.

When I was older, I drank the forest.

When I was young, I should have lived.

When I was older, I drank the business.

That's Ollie O'Brien.

Brigade quartermaster.

That's right, Gingy.

Joey McGillivary.

Tom McCreeby.

That's Fatsy Raw.

It's Kevin Muldoon, Mr Rennie. And who's he, Ginger?

You know who he is. You must tell me.

He's the chief of Belfast Brigade, Mr Rennie.

Which one's Frankie Conroy?

I haven't seen him, Mr Rennie.

David, just back from your extraordinary duties.

Yes, sir.

Been up all night with this terrorist round-up business.

Yes, sir.

So your ordinary duties here will, I hope, permit you time to bath and shave

before entering the mess.

Yes, sir.

And from now on, we will expect you to lead your regular patrols, David. Yes,

sir.

My advice, David, don't get involved.

Hobnobbing with scum and policemen.

It's not good for the image.

Oh, by the way...

I've got a few of the locals coming in for drinks Friday evening.

Command's latest in winning hearts and minds is to pour sherry down their

throats. Given your current status, I'd appreciate your presence.

Sixish? Thank you, sir.

You're all that's left.

There's to be no pissing on Matthew.

McAnally's to be stuffed.

He will not appear in court.

He's dead.

First I want him cringing.

Then I want him screaming.

Then I want him dead.

We don't even have a clue where to find him.

We'll find him.

We'll find him and smash him.

Let's get you comfortable, Mr. McAnally.

He's first, isn't that right?

You know they think we're shit, don't you?

Three bedrooms up the stairs, Mrs. McAnally.

Bathroom, loo, hot water, and it's safe here. That's the main thing.

How long are we here?

That's for Mr. Rennie to decide, Mrs.

And what do we decide?

Your husband's decided for you already, Mrs. McAnally.

My boys will want milk.

In the fridge, Mrs. McAnally.

Have you chucked someone up to make room for us?

Came faking last week.

A soldier was shot on the short strand.

A bullet shattered his spine.

So I sent him and the wife and the Wayans back home, back to the UK.

Of course, he'll never walk again.

It's nice, isn't it?

Nice house.

You're bought cheap.

Running water in a stair carpet.

I did it for all of us.

It's because I love you.

Hell of a way to show us your love, Gingy.

Bringing us here.

Are you Russians, ma?

Who's wanting to know?

Don't be asking me questions, Mrs. O'Rourke.

Now, this is John Prentice, and you've already met Constable Goss.

They're the guarantees of your safety.

You'll stay here until the trail's finished, and after that, we promise

to... Build a new identity for you in a new location.

Cyprus or maybe even Gibraltar.

And you'll be looked after financially.

Not in luxury, but comfortable.

Are we prisoners here?

You're free to go whenever you wish.

Then I'm going.

Going home.

Free, as I said.

But I'd urge you to read this.

It's a transcript of the Noontime News broadcast.

You'll see that Mr. McNally's statements are being held responsible for the

roundup with the organization in Belfast.

Mrs. McNally, you don't have a home.

You bastard.

Your baby's crying, Mrs. McNally.

You bloody destroyed my mom.

I didn't kill a judge and two police officers.

Me, I'm Father Christmas to you and your...

Good day to you Mrs. McMillan.

In what was described by the RUC as the most significant supergrass they've yet

found, Sean Pius McAnally, a former member of the Provisional Irish... Leave

it on.

We don't see this.

Leave it bloody on.

You tell me what I watch.

Well, it's for your own good, yes.

You think I shouldn't know what's said about us?

You tell him.

Tell him I'm watching the bloody television.

Tell him to put it back on for me.

A man would tell him to put it back on.

I only did it for you and the kids.

You have the balls to go to the kish.

Because I love you.

Because you're a yellow bastard.

Morning, Mrs. McAnally.

Sorry about last night.

It'll get better, you know.

There's only two bad bits.

This is the first one.

Trying to find your balance after what's happened to you.

The other bit's when your husband goes into court.

You specialise in babysitting touchdowns?

I've done it before, missus.

My last customer was a Protestant.

He went through the same things you're going through right now.

So we're all pretty much the same then, are we?

Go down and tell him you want to play that drafts game.

I don't know how to play it.

Well, tell him to teach you then.

I hate that shit, Taylor.

Listen, Gerard.

If I didn't want you playing that game with him, I wouldn't ask you.

Now do as I say.

So you fancy a wee game of draughts?

Read them. There's the rules there. Have a wee read of them. How do you take men

like these?

You take them by lifting them diagonally.

Now, hang on.

What's the colour of the white?

I want to be black.

Black? Right. Well, if you set all the black men out in the black square from

the background.

All right, George, you be the black.

I'll set you up.

There you go.

And I'll be the red.

It's not his fault, Ma.

They've got at him somehow.

And you've got to tell people it's not our ginger they've got.

But where are you, Roisin?

That doesn't matter to you, and don't keep asking.

But it does matter to me, child.

You must tell me. You can't help us. I've a right to know where my daughter

is. And where my grandkids are.

And how long will they be keeping you there, Roisin?

Roisin?

Roisin!

She rang off.

You've done the best thing you could have done, Mrs. O'Rourke.

I'll get her back to you soon.

And the kids.

He's God.

What's this, then?

Third degree?

What about that?

I should have had you stiffed a long time ago.

Learn your fucking lines, Gingy.

This man is chief of Belfast Brigade.

He briefed me on the rocket attack on Mr. Justice McCausland.

Is your bloody wallet full, Ginger? He set up the whole attack.

I told him it was suicide for me, but he wouldn't let me out of it. You won't

live to spend their fucking money. He had a map, and he showed me the whole

plan on the map. You think you'll ever be safe from us, Ginger McAnally?

You or your woman or your brass. Let him say that, Mr. Rennie. You'll be shot.

You'll be pissing down your legs when you're shot.

It was him. It was the chief. He made me do it.

You're dead for what you've done, Ginger. You're dead, dead, before you

ever set foot inside a fucking court.

He's never going to make it.

The chief's bound to be the hardest one.

He got through.

He's going to do 30 more times, right?

I mean, if the chief can make a mess of him, what's this he's going to be in

when he's been missed 30 times? You're talking too fast.

He needs more time.

Hey, ship him across the water for six months.

Ask for a postponement.

Are you daft?

It's got to be now.

If he fails...

Those bastards will walk out scot-free.

And after all our fine promises.

Aye, but if he's on the floor... Then we pick him up again.

And what if he can't stand up?

Then we find a different way to prop him up.

I was a good man.

I was one of the best men in the organisation.

When I was with them, I never let any bugger down.

I bloody did what was asked of me. I did it good and well. Watch your fucking

mouth, Gingy.

A week ago, I was at the funeral of my two mates. You helped die for Ulster.

What about all of my bloody mates? You've helped die over the last 20

years. 800 years. Right, right, 800 years, you fucking prod shit pig.

We're supposed to be celebrating.

What the fuck could we possibly be celebrating here?

You don't have any mates anymore, Jim J.

They said I was dead, Mr. Ferret.

Every single one of them said I was dead.

What else can they say?

Their power is being smashed and it's you that's smashing it.

I can't change the course of this war.

Can't move it an inch.

But you can, Gingy.

Compared with what you can do, I'm wasting my time here. All of us are. Too

right. Get the Brits out and we'd sort it quick.

Have you ever screwed a Catholic in?

Would you know if you had?

Of course you would, wouldn't you?

Tigre women are different to your women, aren't they?

Smell different, don't they?

And their eyes are closer together.

Just keep it going if you want your arse kicked.

Proper gentleman.

Proper bitch.

Fuck you.

Will you stand beside me in the witness box?

I'll bloody stand in front of you if you need me to.

And that's a promise.

You know what they are.

When they come after you, you think they'll just forget about me? They won't

even know where to go looking.

They'll look till they bloody find me. There's plenty of other little shits

worse than you living out their lives under our protection.

Believe me, Ginger, you're safe.

I think we could all do with some tea.

Random chance, Gingy. I came up lucky. They knew.

Tell me how they knew.

I don't bloody know.

We heard him.

But did we hurt him enough?

Or was it maybe too much?

What are you saying?

I'm saying they'll move him.

And this time we won't know where.

Maybe even out of the country.

You've tried to contact the other units? They've got to stay out of it.

That's why they keep this unit separate. So the whole organisation can't fall to

one tight.

I know that, you fucking idiot.

I don't give a shit. We need help.

It's all on you now, Frankie.

All I know is we hurt him.

We scared him.

Now we have to think of something else.

Think about finding them, for starters.

You know who that is?

It's Pruncius Riley, the top IRA lawyer.

Pay no heed, Jim J. Pay no heed.

Pruncius.

Happy Christmas.

Thank you.

Who's taking care?

They didn't get Frankie.

He's sworn he'll get you out.

It's one thing to swear.

If he fails, he'll be waiting on the judge.

You've got to get it postponed, then.

It won't happen.

I made six motions to postpone.

Mr Clancy objected to each one and the magistrate sustained.

They're all on fire to get McAnally in the witness box before he goes to

pieces.

Frankie's got to kill him.

Frankie's got to find him again.

McAnally's in here now.

I saw him.

Where does he go when he leaves?

Where do they take him?

Where?

Where shall we put these?

Doesn't matter.

We'll try and get some heat sorted, eh?

There's no food.

When Gingy and Goss get back, we'll go for a shop in the supermarket in

Lisburn.

Can I go out?

No.

Nothing but kicked up.

He's not a bloody prisoner.

Stay close to the house.

Let's move forward, let's move forward.

There must be some paddies around this corner.

Cover me, cover me.

Let's just go forward.

He could have blown us away.

Now you listen to me.

I want out of here.

David.

To me, please.

I'd like you to meet one of my bright young men.

David Ferris, Father... Sorry, I'm bad with names. Francis K. Father Francis.

David spends most of his working hours in Turf Lodge.

That's your patch, isn't it, Father?

Turf Lodge is in my parish.

You'll have plenty to talk about.

Mr Ferris, is it?

I know about you.

I suppose you got what you wanted.

A wee lad kneecapped.

Excuse me. You lifted Sean McAnally, a good family man, trying to renounce

violence. And then you tell the media that he'd been touted.

Did you say renounce violence?

The man killed... Do you know Mr. Punchy Israeli, Lieutenant?

Oh, yes, the IRA solicitor, right?

Another renouncer of violence.

Oh, I'm very definitely opposed to violence, Lieutenant.

The violence of the British Army, the Royal Ulster Constabulary, Special Air

Service, Protestant paramilitary assassination squads... What about IRA

violence? So you oppose to them?

But with all the violence thrown at our poor Catholic minority, it's small

wonder they turned to their own army for protection.

Go home, Mr. Ferris.

You're in the wrong place at the wrong time. The only reason we're here,

Father, is because your two communities can't live together in the same bloody

cage.

Go home, Mr. Ferris.

And take your tanks and your bombs and your concentration camps with you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

There's someone I need to speak with.

Certainly.

Cheers.

Ginger's wife just walked out on him, taking the kids.

What?

Oh, Christ.

She was the only thing holding them up on his feet.

What's to stop him from walking out now?

If he walks out on us, David, he'd be astonished if some bloody fool detective

didn't have a word in the wrong ears.

Wait a minute. Why are you telling me all this?

See, you'll be better at telling him not to quit.

I thought we might take a little drive out in the country tomorrow.

Will I see you at ten?

Interesting man, Howard Ryan.

Not bad news he was bringing, I hope.

out on a paid perjurer.

Go on, go home. Don't be stupid, Ingrid, people.

Come

on,

Gingy, get a bit of fresh air in your lungs. That's what you need, boy.

That's it.

Now you two take a little walk.

I'll stay with Prentice, keep him company.

We've got a brake light out.

Oh, great.

Cheers.

What did your dad do, Mr. Ferris?

He manages the bank.

What does he make?

I don't know, about 40,000, I suppose.

You get extra if you shoot approval.

Lord, no.

I thought you got extra.

That's what we were told.

I don't suppose either one of us ever gets overloaded with the truth, Gingy.

Look.

There he is.

Forget it, Gingy.

I'm wrecked.

There was a reason for touting when I had Roisin and my kids.

And I did it for them.

That's not true, Gingy.

You did it to stay out of jail.

I'm getting out of here. I don't want to listen to this.

Where would you go? Where I don't have to listen to your fucking Brit

preaching. Where, Gingy?

You've no money, no passport.

How far do you think you'll get before they find you?

You made me a promise that night. Was it just bloody warts?

No.

It was a promise, Gingy.

I'll be there when you testify.

We fixed the brake late.

Is he gonna make it?

Best come up with something better than a hike in the mud.

Why are you rushing?

Back home are you?

Figure it

Where

is it?

Is he going to follow you?

I'm scared shitless.

How's Sin?

Without the soldier, he'd be back by now.

What soldier?

His Brit friend.

Without him... What's his name?

A friend.

You tried to blow up my children.

His name.

Take your fucking hands off me.

I'm no widow.

And I'll not tout my man either just so as I can become one.

You've got no man.

You are a widow.

Who's the soldier You

made me spell it all

his name Russian

Varus

Why

is he special

He's the one Gingy listens to.

You don't have to kill Gingy. Might not have to do anything to him.

Good night, Russian.

Start the fire as you hit the weapon, not the man.

You've drawn a jackpot, man.

Christmas in England.

You too.

And the worm.

Thanks a lot, boss.

Show him a grand time.

What about Ferris?

Ferris?

He's bound to UK too.

Convalescent leave with his girlfriend.

Lucky bollocks.

I've got the number.

I wonder what she's like.

What happened to your nose?

Nothing. I took a bit of a tumble on patrol the other day.

Oh, David, it's so like you.

What's it like?

Really?

A bit like a dream.

More like a nightmare, really.

No humans?

Maybe one.

She'll be that happy to hear from me. I thought he surprised them in the UK.

Lads, lads, Roshan.

You'll never guess where I am. And you'll never guess where I am, eh,

Junji?

testify, Gingy.

Bye.

Frankie, you there, you motherfucker, pig-shocking fucker!

Let your fucking touch it, you hear me? I'll kill you, you fucker!

I bet that's your mother wanting to know whether you're really here. Do we both

have our feet on the floor?

Yes.

It's for you.

What?

Sorry. What is it?

I have to go to this club.

The midnight club in Aldershot.

What, now?

I'm afraid so.

It's orders.

It's this project I've been working on.

Come on.

Let's go. No, no, no, no, no. You don't have to, really.

It'll be awful.

Don't be daft.

Have fun.

It's Christmas.

Sam.

Don't ask me about this man.

Just help me cheer him up, show him a good time.

Okay.

There'll be other ranks there.

Don't be so pompous. You sound worse than bloody Daddy.

Come on, have a bop, will you, boys?

Look at Christmas Eve, isn't it?

Well, look who it is.

Mr. fucking Ferris.

Merry, merry Christmas to you, Mr. Ferris, and a fucking happy New Year.

Hello, Gingy.

I'm surprised you remembered who I was with that bit of fanny on your arm.

Are you going into Jesus?

I'd love to meet your friend, David.

Samantha, this is Sean McAnally. Fucking pleased to meet you, Samantha.

Watch your foul mouth, Gingy. You must be a friend of David's, Mr. McAnally?

McAnally. McAnally. I'd rather be your fucking friend, lady. Lighten up, Gingy.

Fuck off and get the drinks, gosh, will ya? You're behaving like a silly shit,

Gingy.

Oh, not good enough to fuck your girlfriend, is that it?

You're good enough to fuck her, aren't you?

I mean, you're... He's just drunk, isn't he? All right, all right, all right! All

right, fuck off, you.

Do you listen? You tell Rennie I'm out, right?

I'm not shy about friendship.

I'll stand in front of you, Ginger.

Get your hands off me, all right?

Well, that was damn clever for us.

Bloody hell.

All right, wait here.

Come back with me, please.

Come on up.

Look,

I told you I meant to quit.

Look, I'm sorry I hit you. I was blessed.

Oh, shit.

You can't quit.

I'll put the mark on you and you'll be killed. You get those you don't care.

She might change her mind.

No shame.

That's past praying for.

What happened?

Don't ask. I'm out. That's all.

No, you're going back and you're going to give evidence, JJ.

Do you know what the fear is?

Does a Brit soldier know that?

Would you have the chance to know?

Oh, we had a sniper out on patrol the other day. That was pretty scary.

One of your squaddies got hit and you wondered how you didn't?

Actually, it was me that got hit.

Yeah, the bullet glanced off my mag, knocked me down.

That's why they all hunkers and a bit of a shambles.

You don't get it, do you?

Not a fucking thing.

What? They don't know where I am.

They can't find me, right?

Right. Yeah, but they fucking know where you are, don't they?

It wasn't an accident, you stupid git. They got you down as the way to get to

me.

It never occurred to you, did it?

Oh, Christ, I'm an ignorant, know-nothing sod, and I know more than

you.

You think the world is a fine and decent place, because that's what you are.

But it isn't.

And the likes of me wouldn't be that.

You're the freak, not me.

And the bloody majority.

Don't go back.

I have to.

Because I said I'd stand with you, and I will.

You'll be in the bloody gutter.

And the kids will be dancing around you, clapping their hands.

And you'll be in the bloody witness box.

Merry Christmas, Ginger.

You were right.

Was that one of the monsters from your dream?

No, that was the person.

The man is your friend?

Yeah.

My friend.

Gingy's back, but Frankie can't figure out where.

And the Brit bastard who holds his hand?

Aye, he's back too.

They're sending him out on patrol, just like nothing's happened to him.

Tell Frankie not to make a balls of it this time.

They said you was a tight.

And I never was.

It was wrong, and I'll say it to any man's face.

I still trust you, boy.

And I'm going to prove it.

Can you stand?

Aye.

For two hours?

I think so.

An organisation has a job for you.

Anything.

I put it to you, McNally.

But you have told a tissue of lies.

I've told you the truth. I suggested you were a willing member of a murder gang

who, when arrested, plucked names out of the air and signed a statement which you

traded in for immunity from a life sentence of penal servitude. It's a

bloody joke. Never turn and face them. It's to goad you into facing the doc,

facing the relatives.

You just look straight ahead, just at the magistrate. Answer my question.

Look, I know what happened. I know what I've got to say.

I've told you day after bloody day, it's your word against theirs. Now try,

Gingy, try and help yourself.

You know what's happening now.

The fence are on their feet, pleading there's no case to answer because the

fucking witness for the fucking prosecution is a fucking half-wit. And

the chief, he's picturing himself walking down those courtroom steps.

Figuring out how he's going to deal with bloody...

I didn't know it would be like this.

I can't do it. I don't know that word.

Don't be a pathetic bastard, McNally. Look, I gave you a statement.

I'm not going through with being ripped. Your statement may have bought you

immunity, but it won't necessarily keep you alive.

Where's Mr Ferris?

Back in his barracks.

Really? He's back here in Belfast. No bloody lies.

What did you think?

Not transferred out. You know that. You're not lying to me. Why, Ginger?

Could he sit in court?

Oh, Christ.

We'll try and fix it.

All right.

Could we go through all that again?

Ah, Ferris.

Have a good leave?

Yes, thank you, sir.

Your term's almost up, isn't it? It's one more day, sir. Well, shake hands

with your replacement, Lieutenant Lord of the Scots Guards.

Roddy. David.

I'd like you to take him out on patrol with you. Show him the ropes, give him a

feel of things.

Ah, well, I'm due at the McAnally trial today, sir.

Oh, good God.

Still on that.

I hope you remember your pledge that it wouldn't interfere with your duties.

Well, he's counting on me being there, sir. Patrol first.

Then if there's time.

Right, sir.

Well, I'm off.

Got a flag jacket?

Never wore one in the Falklands. I'm damned if I'm going to start now.

Well, if you're going on patrol with me, you'll bloody well wear one.

Now, Liam, this is a mercury tilt switch.

Mercury touches the wires.

Kaboom.

It's all right. It's not armed yet.

Now it's armed.

No one goes near the bike, okay?

All rise.

Bring in the prisoners.

Do

you

always

scamper

about like this?

I'm not a bloody general. You don't have to impress me, you know.

It's not for your benefit.

Well, it's hardly impressing the natives, isn't it?

If I lived here, I'd see the British armies half scared to death.

A belt-up.

I was just making an observation.

Hey ma, have you seen how front they're gonna do a fucking bridge out on our

road?

You stay here or you'll catch it, you hear?

What's going on here?

It's nothing to you, missus.

What's the bike for?

Jesus. They'll stiff you if you're tight, and burn the roof over the head

of your brats.

They don't do you worse, like they done me.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Jesus Christ!

Bravo 4-1, come in, Bravo 4-1.

Bravo 4-1. Setting sharp in full drove, robbed by armed male, wearing black

jacket, black helmet, on blue mode, cycle over.

One night leave. Off with you.

One night.

Bally Murphy going into turf lodge, over. Get yourself there and sweep out.

Roger, out.

Let's talk to her, lads.

This is more like it.

You probably don't remember me. I took you to the hospital when you were hurt.

Did you see a man on a blue motorbike with a black helmet?

How long ago?

Just now, Master.

Well, that's bloody handy, finding it so soon.

Get down, you bloody fool. Hey, hey, don't get scratchy. It's not exactly the

maze breakout, is it?

Can't you see something's wrong?

Bravo, 4-1.

Clever games in the drive.

We found the bike and helmet, but the engine's cold. This machine hasn't moved

anywhere, over.

Take a peep at this.

There's not a soul in the drive.

It's never this quiet, not at this hour, over.

Here's a shooter.

Sorry.

What is it?

What's happening?

Bad news, Gingy. Cut it.

It's nothing to do with you, Gingy.

Come along, son. It's time for your moment.

Feeling fit, are we?

Where is he?

Where's Mr. Ferris?

Come along, son. Tell me where he is.

Is he all right?

He's not coming, is he?

He's dead, isn't he?

Forget about Ferris.

They're calling for you now, Gingy. The fuckers killed them, didn't they? You've

got to tell me where he is. Where is he?

What happened to him? Tell me.

They fucking killed him, didn't they?

Just like they said they would. They fucking killed him. Shut it, Gingy.

Don't make me go in there this time.

Better ready our cannons. Don't make me go in there. Listen to me, you little

squirm.

You are nothing to Paris and you are nothing to me.

But you will see this through or you are going to die.

I shall give shall be the truth, the full truth, and nothing but the truth.

So help me God.

McAnally, are you prepared to give evidence?

And for a while you streets of pain

I'll not return to feel more

sorrow Nor to see more young

men slain Through the last six years

I've lived through terror

the darkened streets the pain oh how

I long to find some solace

in my mind I curse the strain

Getting drunk was easy and taking crack was fun. So one day he went out and got

himself a gun.

He shot a couple of covers and he joined the IRA.

And the papers called him Panty Public Enemy Number One.

The covers in the north, they couldn't catch him.

The British Army, they just couldn't touch him.

He shot a couple of covers and he joined the IRA.

And the papers called him Panty Public Enemy Number One.

Was he tired of it all and put away his gun? When he put his gun away, he became

a hunted one. He went into a telephone box to make a long call.

They shot him in the palm by stealing blood upon the wall.

The coppers in the north, they could tattoo.

The British army made us good, but blue.

But when he put his gun away, he became a hunted one. And that was the end of

Paddy Poblick and his number one.

And now it's the end of party, public enemy number

one.