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Carol?! Carol?

Michael?

What the hell are you doing here?

You think I was gonna let you
do this on your own, did you?

Did ya? Did ya?

Go get the bags.

Hold on, have you spoken to Keenan?

Look, forget about Keenan.

It's just us now, love.

-It's just us.
-Do you mean that?

Of course I mean it!

I mean it!

Just watch yourself.
You alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Christ.

Haven't you got great timing?

You're the one that's early.

What the fuck is that?

Don't worry,
I'll get rid of it down south.

Ah, like that'll be of use
in the hospital.

Weapon sighted.

Bandit's heading south.

Oh Christ! Does this thing have
square wheels or what?

Not far now, love.

Just hold on to the wee fella.

We don't want him bouncing out.

Oh God, it's good to see you.

I didn't wanna do this without you.

What? What is it?

Shit.

Well, you can lose them in the woods.

Carol, I'm not leaving you.

Just go, just go. Please!

I'm not leaving you with them fuckers!

I know Michael, but if you stay,
we don't stand a chance, okay?

They're not after me.

Go on, please, Michael! Go!

Oh Christ!

Go, go, go.

Oh...

British Army!

O'Hara! Do not move!

Aaargh!

Major fucking propaganda victory
for the Republicans, Tempest.

What the hell happened?

Intel reported a weapon in the car.

Sir, SIB's at the gate.
Shall I let them in?

No.

You don't expect us to believe that?

-The bandit had six kills.
-Seven.

Sir?

Ryan didn't make it.

But your bandit did.
Fuck knows where he is.

Go on.

British Army, O'Hara, do not move!

We were tipped off about his location.

When we moved in,
we found the vehicle abandoned.

Argh!

I thought I was facing
an imminent threat, Sir.

You thought you were going to be shot?

That was my reading of the situation.

I was about to be shot.

By a pregnant woman?

In labour?

-Sir, SIB are no...
-Fuck off!

Well, that's that, then.

Glad we sorted that out.

This shit show doesn't end
with us hoiking Snowy here

out on a chopper.

We don't have that authority.

No, you don't, but I do.

Tempest, would you wait outside?

Can I have the room?

This room?

Get out.

Soldiers are here
in support of the civil power.

They have no legal authority

beyond that of an ordinary civilian.

Any actions they take
must be in accordance

with the laws of the United Kingdom,

and are in fact, punishable by those laws.

I'm aware of the yellow card, Sir.

Good.

Because you are about
to be prosecuted for murder.

There are...
two ways out of this.

One, we open that door.

We let SIB in to rip you apart.

Your commanding officers,
they'll try and protect you,

but you'll cease to be a soldier.

You'll spend the next three
years sharpening pencils

for a bunch of lawyers

and then you'll probably go to prison.

Or...

you come and work for me.

I'm putting together a detachment,

and I could use a dead shot like you.

And what about all this?

I'll make it go away.

You make it sound easy, Sir.

I assure you, it'll be anything but easy.

But you'll continue to serve your country

and do what you do best.

Where do I report, Sir?

It's not really...
that sort of thing.

Do you have somewhere
you can stay off grid?

Somewhere that isn't the barracks?

I do.

Good.

Good, then I'll see you in London.

Michael, I'm right here, darling.

I'm right here, look.

It's okay, Michael.

Like, you had to go.

...government offices
were closed

and hundreds of people lined
the route of the funeral.

In the Church of the Sacred Heart

the circumstances of Carol's shooting

were referred to by Father Joe McVey

as a day of tragedy
that has touched everyone.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Look, I-I'm not a doctor.

I'm a vet.

Cats and dogs.

You'll need someone to check
those wounds for you.

Thank you.

Michael...

There is another way, you know.

There was.

Not anymore.

What the hell are you playing at

turning up here like this?

They told me you were dead.

I have business with
the man that killed Carol.

The Brits flew him to London.

I need you to get me there.

Sorry, but you wanted out, Michael.

I'll do whatever it takes.

You're not going to like what it takes.

But I could use a man they think is dead.

-I'm taking Twomey.
-Peadar Twomey's got problems.

Not with me he hasn't.

If we're to do this...

then there'll be no more talk
of getting out until I say so.

Is that understood?

I need you to say it.

Understood.

And Michael...

I'm gonna need that ring.

Just give me the name of that soldier.

Sheila went back with her mother.

Didn't like it...

stuck all the way out here.

Still, I have the dog, I suppose.

Best dog I've ever had.

I heard about Carol.

Fuckin' bastards.

I'm heading over the water.

I want you to come.

Keenan's putting us with a unit.

I can't.

The dog would miss me too much.

He'd be lost without me.

I'm going after the soldier
that killed Carol.

I need your help.

The papers are coming tonight.

We leave tomorrow.

Hey, soldier boy.

How you doing, man?
You doing good?

-I'm doing good, man.
-Alright, man, it's all good.

-Cheers, man.
-In here.

Later on?

You staying at the barracks tonight?

I was hoping to stay with you.

Oh, were you?

I thought you were just walking me home?

Listen, I'm sorry about before,

you know, the way we left things.

Forget about it.

Is something wrong?

What's happened?

I need you.

I don't wanna lose you, Ruth.

How're you gonna lose me?

I'm standing right here.

Can I get some change off you?

Henry Tempest.

I have an address.

Stay on him, will you?

See if you can find out
what they're up to.

Will do.

When are you coming over?

Well, there's been a change of plan.

Are you still there?

I just wanna see you.

And you will, my sweet.

I promise you will.
But for now...

I'm going to be sending
someone else, okay?

Morning, Fiadh.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Your son is dead.

Michael died as a result of injuries

he sustained in the ambush with Carol.

We'll take care of all the arrangements.

I'm afraid it won't be possible
to see the body.

The organisation sends you
its deepest sympathy.

Fifteen he was when you took him from me.

He should be here now,
doing this, while I fix the tea.

We've been selling milk
for nearly 80 years.

North of the border, south of the border.

When you and your lot finish
your games of lying and killing,

these cows will still be here.

And people will still drink milk.

You ever set foot on my land again,

I'll shoot you dead, so help me God.

You have a boyfriend or something?

Uh-uh.

One sec!

Okay...

Good morning.
Is Tempest here?

Erm... one sec.

Would you mind fetching
him for me, please?

Who the hell is this guy?

Army stuff.

-How did he know you were here?
-I told him.

What?

I told him, if...

if I wasn't here,
you'd know where to find me.

I'm sorry.

Sir.

Make yourself at home.

Sir, this is Ruth.

Yes, we just met.

Right, shall we go?

I'll explain later.

Damn right you will.

Later.

I hope, erm...

I hope I wasn't interrupting.

You weren't, Sir.

Call me Holland.

What's the situation, Sir?

There's no situation.

We're just going for a look see.

D'you know...

I've never been to Kentish Town.

Two teas please, love.

Biggest mugs you've got.

Tempest, Lance Corporal Cole.

I was beginning to think that
you were gonna miss the party.

How many?

Not sure.

And where are they?

Number 34. Just over the way.

Third floor.
First flat on the left.

They're watching television.

What do you think, boys?

Time to ask a few questions?

Have you got any idea who they are?

Hard to see their rank,
come in their civvies.

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Didn't even have time to pack a bag.

Quick as you can he said.

More like hurry up and wait.

Gas man.

This is a job for the fuckin' police.

Cole...

This is Captain Snort of Pippin Fort.

He's come to give his order for the week.

Four dozen loads of bread.
That's 48.

Two dozen currant buns.
That's 24.

A dozen apple tarts, that's...

Grenade!

See your passport, please, Sir?

Where d'you live?

Belfast.

What's the purpose of your visit?

I'm looking up an old friend.

-Another Mick?
-English.

And why have you come over to see him?

He doesn't have long to live.

...the wrong bloody door...

Tempest, excellent work.

Do you fancy some tea?

I don't want any tea.

I want someone to tell me
what the fuck is going on, Sir.

McGill and Miller, they were Belfast PIRA.

They've been giving London a taste

of the troubles since the spring.

A bomb a week.
Random targets.

Department stores, restaurants,
night clubs.

And he was shot on his own doorstep.

Assassinated in broad daylight
in the United Kingdom.

The country's not seen bloodshed
on this scale since the war.

Number 10's had enough.

They want to fight back.

On their terms. Dirty.

Like the filthy animals they are.

And given that our boys
aren't exactly equipped...

for this kind of business...

We've brought you in.

Any more questions?

Did you just call us animals, Sir?

You are animals.

But you're my animals.

Which reminds me...

your bandit finally showed up.

Buried yesterday.
Full military honours.

On behalf of the good guys, cheers.

The lads are expecting you.

You stay away from the Irish community.

Avoid the pubs,
the clubs Irish people go to.

They'll be under surveillance.

The only person you talk to,

apart from other members of the ASU,

is the courier.

Argh!

You must be McGill?

McGill's dead...

Who the fuck are you?

Argh!

You first.

Argh! Quinn! Engineer.

What about you, big man?

Liam Hogan.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Joe Lynch.

I'm the driver.
And I make the tea.

They're stopping people on the street.

They'll pat you down as soon as
they hear your accent.

Well, they'll need to do a
better job than you then,

won't they?

Hyah!

Come on then, I'm listening.

I'm working with the police.

What, the police?

Henry.

Not exactly with but...

it's complicated.

And that guy from this morning.
He's got a bloody nose too?

No, I didn't think so.

You know, my dad used to work
for a man like him.

The Superintendent.

Promised him a better life

if he went to fight for King and country.

But... when my dad came home,
he got nothing.

Just a job cleaning shit out of toilets.

There's no King or country for you, Henry.

You're just a black man
in a white man's world.

No one's looking out for you.

The old man sends his regards.

I came here for a name.

I know why you're here,

but that was before Kentish Town.

First you have to deliver a box.

A station.

You choose.

That's a big fucking box.
It's gonna take time.

I can't be waiting.

We both know that isn't how this works.

Alright.

I'll do it.

But you've got to give me that name.

To be clear, personal agendas
have no place here.

Please just gimme the name.

Wait, Henry!

Hiya.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not really open.

It's a bit of an emergency.

Erm, I'm looking for something
for my wife.

Er, what you after?

A dress.

Do you know what size?

No.

Alright, is she bigger
or smaller than me, then?

Erm, she's a little bit smaller than you.

What colour's her hair?

Red.

And her eyes?

Blue.

A lucky girl.

She sounds beautiful.

-She was.
-Where is it?

Here it is...

I swear I saw a gun.

Alright, you look that way,

and let's search this end.

There you are.

I love that bag.

What are you doing here?

This way.

What's the matter with you?

She's not even a legitimate target.

The path to freedom has rules.

There is a code.

You break those and the objective fails.

"The path to freedom."

You really are one of Keenan's
little soldiers, aren't ya?

I was top of the class too, once.

Except back then people
didn't talk like a fucking Brit.

You have no idea what you're dealing with.

The man you want is working for the police

hunting your unit.

Right now, my odds are on him.

Have you ever been in love?

Have you?

I need to kill him.

Then do your job.

Deliver the box...

and he'll come running.

Job of a kipper, this.

I never signed up to nanny the police.

Yeah.

What the...?

I don't know.

Er, I think his nose was thinner, maybe.

Good girl!

-Henry!
-What are you doing here?

It's crazy, they chased this guy
in the market.

He had a gun.

They think he's one of these Irish guys.

You saw him?

Well, he was in my stall.

He was buying a dress for his wife.

What?!

Hey Henry, what's wrong?

Just get home.
Cole, take her home.

O'Hara, he's alive, he went after Ruth!

It's him.

He's here and he's come for me.

What's the deadline for
the evening edition?

Midnight.

Well, let's flush him out.

When did you last turn the jelly?

Those sticks are ready to weep.

No, they're grand.

You should be worrying about
the detonators.

We lost them in Kentish Town.

Turn the jelly and pack it in sawdust.

Alright, come on.

We're hitting Paddington.

Twomey, we need to talk.

Like the station?

No, the fucking bear.

He'll be in a blue
Rover coming down Praed Street.

You'll need to be somewhere high.

And we'll need a car, a fast one.

Once I've made the call,
we'll have to move quick.

We're on.
He's gonna do it.

I don't know what I'd do
without you, kitty cat.

Tell him not to call it in.

I want it to be a surprise.

A surprise?

Yeah.

It's time to scale up.

Too many people are
getting caught up in this.

Just keep it clean.

Make the call, give them time to get out.

I'm only interested in killing one man.

Are you out of your mind?

You've compromised the whole operation

chasing after some fucking Para,

then you come right back here?

If they knew where we were,
they'd be here already.

He's going to get us all killed.

-Are you all set?
-I've got my spot.

What about the cars?

I got a Cortina.

The kid's a good thief.

Alright then.

We do it today.

I think you're forgetting something.

We've no fucking detonators.

We do now.

Hey, no shrapnel.

This is how I always do it.

Not today. We're hitting
the building, not the people.

What about long range for Twomey?

It's Winchester 308.

She needs a steady hand, that baby.

I know what you're saying,
I'm steady as a fucking rock.

Is this gonna work?

I don't know.

Should be out there.

Instead, we're in here relying
on curtain twitchers.

Here's another one now.

Hello?

Yes, Madam.

Can you describe this man for me, please?

You know what you're looking for?

Uh-huh. And if I have him clean?

Just light him up and pin him down.

I'll do the rest.

Give them thirty minutes
to clear the building.

-Thirty?
-That's generous.

That's the order.

You there?

In position.

Metropolitan Police.

This is the Irish Republican
Army. Don't speak. Just listen.

Silence!

There is a bomb in Paddington Station.

It's not our intention to hurt anybody.

You have thirty minutes to clear the area.

This is not a hoax.

Come on people, let's go!

Wind the window down.

Don't speak.
Don't open your mouth.

It's stuck.

He's a Mick!
Check his details.

If he doesn't wind it down,
I'm gonna drag him out.

Stay calm.
Stay calm.

Take it easy. Stay calm.
Alright?

All units, 10-79.

Bomb threat reported
at Paddington Station.

Get out of the car!

Quinn, no!

Jesus Christ.

Are you fucking insane...

Six minutes that was.
So much for clearing the area.

Come on!

Michael?
Michael?

I have him, Michael.

Go on. Get onto it! Michael!

Shit, you okay?

Urgh.

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Argh!

Urgh.

I'm alright.

I'm alright.

I'm alright.

A pint and a whiskey chaser.

Did you hear what I just said?

Or do you want me to
come round there and fix my own?

Reports of sniper fire on Praed Street

and further gun fights in the streets

to the west of the station.

Police have confirmed that two terrorists

have been arrested following
a high-speed car chase.

But a third, Michael O'Hara,
is still at large

and considered highly dangerous.

-No, no, no!
-Just let me help you.

Stop speaking!

Just...

Just stop, stop talking.

Please just go to your mother's,
okay? You'll be safer there.

You know what, you lied to me.

You came back like everything was fine,

like we were just making a go of it.

When all of this is madness
is because of you!

Do you think I'm happy that this happened?

It was a mistake!
I was doing my job!

Ruth! We're back on!

It was a mistake!

You killed a pregnant woman.

Please, just come with me.
He's still out there.

No, no, I'm not going anywhere.

This is my home.

This is my life.

It's not for long, it's just until I...

Until what?

Until I kill him.

Jesus, Henry.

Don't!

You've made a target out of me, Henry.

If you want to keep me safe,
then stay the hell away from me.

Fresh tea downstairs, boys.

What are you...
What are you doing?

Where's O'Hara?

Quinn fucked it up.
-Shh, shh, shh, shh!

I did everything you said.

Said to give them 30 minutes.

Shh, keep your voice down.

Quinn set the fucking timer.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

He fucked us.

Hello, Michael.

You did well today.

Bloodshed like that's hardly
cause for celebration.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I'm going to need you
to do one more job for us.

I need you to cut the head off a snake.

He's behind the torture of the
hooded men during internment.

And he's running your soldier.

I don't fucking care.

This blood after blood...

I'm done with it.

I've no family, I've no love.

I have nothing.

Are you sure about that?

Who'll be there to milk the cows, Michael?

You wouldn't fucking dare.

You have no idea what I would dare.

How do you think the Brits
found you in the first place?

You fucking come at me, boy?!

You think I was just gonna
let you walk free?

The path to freedom isn't paved
by letting people go.

That's enough!

Did I teach you nothing?

He's got it!

Ow!

Don't you ever, ever tell me enough.

I know what you did today,
getting him to make the call.

I make the calls, is that understood?

There's no special treatment.

You're no different to anyone.

Take care of this, Michael,

and I'll put that soldier's head
on a spike.

I'll see you again, Michael.

At least you know who
you're sleeping with.

He's my dad.

What?

My mum was English.

They met over here, he was a student.

I'm his guilty secret.

Jesus.

He joked that if I couldn't be in Ireland,

he'd bring Ireland to me.

I spent all this time
mistaking his hate for love.

I can't do it anymore.

I'm getting out.

You say that like you've got a choice.

People like us, we don't get choices.

There's a boat...

leaving for Boston.

Boston?

You think you can...
outrun Keenan?

I don't think you know your da
as well as I do.

I know we'll never be free
if we keep doing what he asks.

Just nod when you've had enough.

Pemberton Terrace.

What's he planning?

We get orders from
the courier one at a time.

Courier? What courier?

It's a woman.
I don't know her name.

That's all I know, I just make the tea.

Check it out.

Police! Ram!

Police!

They've been onto us from the start.

I wanna make them pay for this.

Good.

We're looking to scale up the detachment.

So, take as many men as you like.

Get yourself back to Bandit Country

and rip this thing out by the root.

And what about O'Hara, Sir?
He's not gonna make it.

The whole country's looking for him.

With all due respect, Sir,
I'd like to finish this.

You're angry.

I can understand that.

It feels personal because
he made it personal.

But this war is bigger than you or I.

I need you to push on.

We can't just let him get away with this!

They're killing the lights for us.

Giving us carte blanche to do
whatever's necessary.

And there's a promotion in it.

Between that and the prisonship,

I'd say that's a step up
for a man in your position.

Fuck!

Where is O'Hara?

Michael.

The cars get left here.

Where's the pick-up?

Across the sands.

Give me the keys.

-He's here.
-What?

I couldn't stop him.

Down!

We can leave him in the dunes.

O'Hara!

Come on!

I can't run away from this.

Michael, that's boat's our only chance.

No, it's your only chance.

Forgive me, Catherine.

Keenan's dead.

One day I hope you'll understand.

Ugh!

Argh!

Look at me!

Look at me!

Go on then!

I'm sorry I killed her.

I killed her.

Are you just gonna stand there
or are you gonna help?

We need more gold paint.

-Go on.
-Hmm.

Mm-mm.

There and back!