Original subtitles

♪♪

- Two more months of probation left.

- How do you feel it's going? - Tommy, I heard you had to do

the firearms test again. I hated my probation period.

- Constable Conlon, you need to turn on your bodycam every time.

Now his solicitor's down there pulling at threads,

- and it's working. - McIntyre and his entire family

are persons of significant interest to our colleagues

in the paramilitary crime task force.

- They're undercover, son. Sneaky beakies.

- Angela, listen to me. Angela!

- You're a brave wee peeler, aren't yer?

- The call sign going into Carrick View -- out of bounds.

Get them out of there!

- They're taking him away from me.

- Release Angela Mackle from your custody.

She's out of bounds to the police.

Angela?

- I'm gonna drive you home. - Are you mad?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Car alarm beeps, camera shutter clicks ]

♪♪

[ Gunshots ]

[ Casings clatter ]

Make safe and holster.

Place your hands behind your back.

The target are now facing -- do not react.

Instructor clear. Step forward. Check off the target.

♪♪

♪♪

Oh, my God.

You are literally the worst shot I have ever seen.

- Sorry? - You are literally

the worst shot I have ever seen.

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Doorbell chimes ]

♪♪

[ Kids playing in background ]

There you go, man.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Door closes, lock clicks ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door slams ]

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]

[ Players shouting ]

Yes!

[ Whistle blows ]

- Well-played. - Cheers.

- So which one of yours is the peeler?

What?

- Someone said there's one of your team's a cop.

Which one is she?

- Er, she's -- she's not here today.

She's injured.

- Good game. - Cheers.

- All right, well played. - Thanks. Thanks.

- Off with you now. Oh, here. Hi. Very well done.

Annie, are you going out on Saturday?

Monica, I'm working, so I am.

- Ach, Annie. It's our big team night out.

- Sorry. I-I can't, like.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- There's my shiv! Well done. Great game.

Well done.

Are you out of your mind?

- Well, it was raining. - So you gave her a lift home?

Well, not all the way.

I mean, she should never have been released.

She should have been referred to psychiatric services.

- And that is none of your business.

- Well, she needs a psychiatric assessment.

- Grace. - And you are aware that the area

is double OB -- out of bounds.

Yes, I know that.

- You clearly don't, because if you did,

you wouldn't have went near the place or her.

From now on, all of Carrick View is out of bounds.

Angela Mackle is double OB.

- An individual can't be double OB.

Grace.

Erm, can I just ask how you knew?

I'm sorry?

- How did you know that I gave her a lift?

Well, Constable Ellis,

if you'd like to make it through your probation period,

you can add that to the very long list of things

that are none of your business.

[ Door closes ]

Yo!

[ Kris Kristofferson's "Me and Bobby McGee" plays ]

Come on. You know you like it.

- ♪ Bobby shared the secrets of my soul ♪

Ah!

You know how Kris Kristofferson got his first recording deal?

He landed a helicopter in Johnny Cash's front garden

and asked him to listen to his demo tape.

[ Laughs ] The balls on him! Brilliant.

- Is that who we're listening to now?

Kris Kristofferson?

You mean you don't know who Kris...

And who's the other fella, then?

The one whose garden he landed on?

- The other fell-- the other fella?!

Johnny Cash?! For God's sake, son!

All right, then, what -- what music do you listen to?

I like podcasts.

- [ Radio beeps ] - Bravo Lima Seven Six,

we have a shoplifter apprehended

at the newsagent's on Woodgrove.

Proceed with caution. Over.

- [ Radio beeps ] - Proceed with caution?

What did they steal, Barney, a chainsaw? Ha, ha!

- Just sounds like it's kicking off a wee bit, Gerry. Over.

- Seven Six en route. Over. [ Siren wailing ]

Podcasts.

[ Song continues playing indistinctly ]

You know, thanks.

Thanks for sticking up for me in there.

- You want me to stick up for you for being a complete idiot?

You drove your own car into Carrick View.

I mean, fuck me!

- What did he mean, she's double OB?

- Out of bounds. Did you miss that lecture at Garnerville?

No. No.

I was at the lecture where they said a street or an area

could be double OB for security reasons.

But never a person.

What's going on, Stevie?

- It's above my pay grade, Grace, and if it's above mine,

it's definitely above yours.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Siren wailing, men grunting ]

Let him go.

Police! I said let him go!

What are you playing at, Happy?

Come on. All right.

- We can take it from here. - We're pressing charges.

- Is that right? - Aye.

- And if I have a look at that CCTV footage,

there's no chance he could make a claim

for the excessive use of force?

- Don't you darken this door again, yeah?

Enough.

Come on. We got ya.

[ Sobbing ]

I need help, Gerry.

- Are we arresting him? - I need help.

- Of course we're not arresting him.

Okay, mind your head.

He just needs to get his head together, that's all.

[ Children shouting in distance ]

Scrapping on the street?

[ Sighs ] That's not like you.

What's the matter with ya, Happy?

The anniversary, Gerry.

And I can't -- you know, I --

I needed to be somewhere with people, you know?

Not -- Not be on my own.

And I just thought, er, if I got -- if I got arrested...

Here.

Promise me you'll get some grub in,

get into the house, get your head down.

You'll get through it, okay?

- Okay? - Mm.

Thanks, Gerry.

I'll see you around.

See you, Gerry.

[ Door opens and closes ]

- What in the name of God are you doing?

- I'm just gonna, er, make a note of the incident.

- What incident? We didn't even arrest him.

- Yeah, I know but I still have to --

- Don't be a notebook wanker, son.

Nobody likes a notebook wanker.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Television playing indistinctly ]

- I am so sorry about yesterday, Gordy.

[ Television continues playing indistinctly ]

What is that?

It's your allowance.

James told me to give it to you.

My...

It's your father's pension from the organisation.

It's what we are entitled to.

Just take the money, Ma.

Like you always do.

- Don't you speak to me like that!

Not in this house.

You mean my da's house?

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Zipper zipping ]

- C'mon. We've got a problem.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Dance music thumping ]

♪♪

[ Doorbell rings ]

♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take a beat, son.

Always take a beat.

♪♪

[ Music volume increases ]

♪♪

[ Camera beeps ]

Hello?

Police!

Anybody home?

♪♪

[ Music stops ]

Blues. Pregabalin.

Shit!

Shit.

Oh. Son.

Son, wake up.

Hey! Hey.

Come on.

[ Radio beeps ] Seven Six, we need an ambulance.

It looks like a drug overdose. Over.

- Sending an ambulance to 9 Fitzsimon Road, over.

Check the bedrooms.

Check the bedrooms!

- Gerry, there's another one. - Check for a pulse.

No pulse.

- Shit! ABC. - What?!

- Airways, Breathing, Circulation.

You know this. Do it.

[ Siren wailing ]

Sir.

Sir, can you hear me?

Can you hear me? [ Radio beeps ]

- Bravo Lima Seven Two, erm, male, 30s,

appears to be unresponsive, over.

- Sir, can you hear me? Go. Go. Go check inside.

Barney, get us an ambulance down here right now, please.

Thank you. [ Radio beeps ]

Sir, can you hear me?

Is he breathing, Seven Two?

- Yeah, Barney, he's breathing okay,

but let's make it quick, yeah?

Sir?

Sir?

- Hello? - [ Groans ]

- Hello? can you hear me? Can you hear me?

[ Groans ]

[ Child calling out ]

[ Child babbling ]

[ Toy playing music ]

Who are you?

Where's Mammy and Daddy?

Can we come out now?

27! 28!

29! 30! Check pulse.

[ Panting ]

Check breathing.

- [ Siren wailing ] - Still nothing.

Okay. Together. And...

- One, two, three, four... [ Vehicle doors slamming]

...five, six, seven...

- Thank Christ. No. No. Him in there first.

...10, 11,

12, 13, 14, 15.

Ah. Ahhh.

Ahhh.

Relax, lad.

Your first resus is always a head wreck.

[ Sighs and pants ]

Thanks, lads.

One should pull through thanks to you.

- The -- the other one...

he didn't make it, I'm afraid.

- Which one was it? - No.

We don't need to know.

This is a fucking disaster!

- You got it from the usual place?

The Dublin lads, yeah!

And they have absolutely fucked us!

How many batches have gone out?

It's all gone out, Da.

But, look, there's something else, yeah?

Some of it's turned up way outside of our area.

Right down to South Belfast. Malone Road.

- The university area, too. - What? How the fuck?

- I don't fuck -- I don't know.

- The peelers aren't gonna let this go.

They'll be all over us by teatime.

This is the last thing I need right now.

The last fucking thing!

McAllister needs to be in on this.

He needs to be all over this.

McAllister? The solicitor?

We can get it back.

At least some of it, anyway.

I, er...

Look, I keep a record of the drop-offs

and how much goes out. Dates and amounts.

- You fucking what? - It's all right.

- It's all in code. - Code?!

There's no names.

It's just -- just to keep me right

- in case you ever thought -- - In case I ever thought

you were fucking nicking it from me?

- All I'm saying is it's worth a try.

- Okay. Go back to all these dealers.

Tell them it's a bad batch. Get back what you can.

♪ No one knows more than me ♪

♪ And with myself I think I disagree ♪

♪ 50,000 souls are we ♪

♪ And we're all God's children ♪

♪ Down by the river there's a dead man ♪

♪ And nobody's talkin' ♪

You don't like The Bonnevilles?

Don't really know them.

- You stick with me, kid. We'll get you educated.

- Stevie, will you just turn it down?

♪♪

[ Music stops ]

Er, so what now?

- I'm thinking about those little girls.

Ah.

What?

Ah.

Oatmeal and gravadlax.

- Gravadlax? Don't you mean slices of salmon?

- No, I mean gravadlax. It's Norwegian.

- You are such a dickhead. - Don't be jealous of my fish.

[ Laughs ] Shut up.

Mmm.

[ Humming ]

Don't you care about that?

About what happens to those kids?

- Yeah, I care that we got there in time

to stop their mummy and daddy dying.

But that's it, because guess what?

That's my job.

I'm...a bucket man.

A bucket man?

- Yeah. - Okay. Come on.

Enlighten me.

- Society's this big, Olympic-sized swimming pool.

- Mm-hmm. - But it's not full of water.

It's full of shit.

And we all live underneath it.

But, unfortunately, the pool's all cracked and broken,

and the shit keeps pouring down.

Now, every time the shit runs out,

I go there with my bucket,

I catch the shit,

I patch it up with a little bit of masking tape --

hopefully that holds the shit in for a little while --

then I run onto the next crack

with my bucket and catch more shit.

And then they pay me at the end of the month.

I'm a bucket man.

You...

[ Seagulls squawking ]

I'm covered in oatmeal.

- I'm sorry. Erm, I -- I don't understand.

- I know this must come as a shock.

But considering your background, it's not entirely unexpected.

- This can happen from time to time.

- When you say a-a personal threat,

is that, like...

- This, er, information philtres down

to us from our colleagues in the intelligence services.

Usually it's electronic chatter.

Somebody mentions something on a phonecall

or an e-mail, a text.

Mentions they want to kill me?

Who?

- We don't get that level of information.

But we think it's a dissident republican threat.

So what should I do, then?

- Take sensible precautions. Keep checking under your car.

If stationary in traffic, leave half a car length

before the car in front so you can exit at speed,

and try to vary your route to work.

Is that it?

I-I do all those -- those things anyway.

Is there nothing else you can offer me?

Like no other protection or...?

- If the threat was more specific and imminent,

we would move you from your house.

But for now, we're just saying, be security-aware.

Look, most of what you need to know is in there.

God! Oh. What?

Just saying hello.

Has anyone ever told you you've an exceptional pair of tits?

- Has anyone ever told you you're a dirty old bastard?

Just you.

- Go on. Piss off. Let me do my work.

- Could she not... - What?

- ...report you? For saying stuff like that?

- I think that's very unlikely, isn't it?

All right. What is it?

You have a face on you like a smacked arse.

I can't...

You can't what?

I can't shoot.

- What do you mean, you can't shoot?

You have to pass the range test

to graduate at Garnerville, don't you?

Okay, how bad are you?

I got 22 out of 50.

I have to take the test again in a few weeks.

If I don't get 40 or over, I'm gone.

I'm not gonna pass, Gerry.

Come on.

- Okay, folks, from what I can tell,

it looks like we've got a bad batch...

[ All grumbling ] ...pregabalin, we think,

mixed with God knows what.

We've had four unconscious this afternoon and one dead.

- Gerry? - Blue capsules, as usual,

but the powder inside them is darker than usual.

It's a kinda off-yellow.

Knocking people for six.

Bottom line is, if you see anybody unconscious,

you better start screaming for paramedics.

This stuff is toxic.

- Stevie? - We had couple flake out

up on Cavehill View, same tablets.

So they must be everywhere.

- Okay, folks, have a look over your CPR manuals

if you're not up to speed.

Use a mouth guard if you can.

Don't want you catching anything you haven't already got.

[ Laughter ] Sharp eyes save lives.

- Oh. That's one of mine, you know.

Sharp eyes.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Er, Sarge, I was just thinking,

I have that file to prep for the court.

Which file and which court?

- Er, Brennan, the domestic. The mags?

- Brennan. Common assault. - Mm.

So let me get this straight.

We have a city flooded with a bad batch,

we're already short staffed, and you want to sit on your arse

in a warm office doing paperwork

on a case that won't even go custodial

because the husband refuses to make a statement?

- No, it's -- - Save it for someone

who gives a shit, Jen.

You're Seven Zero with Constable Conlon.

And Jen?

Stay safe.

Oi! JP!

We need your stuff back.

We need it back.

Ya what?

- 24 packets of blues and all the coke.

We need it back now.

I sold it.

To who?

Just around.

- Well, why don't you tell us who you sold it to,

and we'll go and get it back?

I can't remember.

It's you, isn't it?

What's me?

That's a nice scooter.

Hmm?

How much did it cost?

Hey, how much did that cost?

- I-I just -- I...

- I just -- I just -- I just!

We've got punters keeling over all over the place.

Right? Way outside our patch.

Have you been dealing off base?

Have you been dealing off base?

You are in big, big trouble, wee fella.

Constable Conlon.

Annie.

I'm sorry that this has happened

so early in your career.

But you will get through this.

- I'm not worried about myself. It's -- It's my mum.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Maybe it's time you left home.

What?

- Look, I could stand here and bullshit you,

but maybe for your peace of mind,

maybe you move somewhere less exposed.

It happened to me.

They raided a dissident republican house in Derry

about six years ago. My name was on a list.

My address, too.

- And did you move? - I did, yeah.

I was married at the time.

My ex, Declan -- he worked in a bank,

and over time it became too much for him to take.

That constant worry, checking under your car every morning.

Hyper-vigilance, they call it.

Did you ever consider leaving the job?

- No. No. And neither should you.

- Uniform, Uniform, any call signs available,

north inner city, over.

[ Radio beeps ]

Go on, get to work.

Constable Robinson's waiting for you.

Shite.

[ Door opens ]

That's the lot of it, then?

All we could get.

What a fucking day, eh?

Now what?

Dump this.

Lennox has a landfill up behind his farm.

He'll burn it for us.

Me?

Yes, you! [ Chuckles ]

Huh?

The Dubs are getting here at 7:00,

so they'll bring the new stuff, then we get it out again.

- And how are we supposed to do that?

The peelers are already all over us.

Don't you worry about it.

We've got it sorted.

My da is gonna make sure the peelers are kept busy tonight.

- Get in? - Get in the back.

I'm not getting in the back.

- In the back. - No.

Gordy.

[ Siren wailing ]

What the hell are you doing?

He's an Op Gulliver nominal.

Automatic stop and search. It's on the shift briefings.

Cops, boys.

What? No.

- Jen, we don't have choice. You need to search that car.

You do it.

- What? You're the observer. That is literally your job.

- Lads, we might have to run here.

- Oh, shit! - Calm down. Calm down, mate.

Just calm down.

- You put me in the back with the bag.

- Shut up! Why are they not coming, though?

They're not getting out the car. Why are they waiting?

- Jen, please, just get out the car.

- Right, here she comes. Here she is now.

♪♪

- We're just going for a few wee pints.

I'm designated driver. Aren't I, lads?

Yeah. He is, aye.

- Is there a reason you're holding us here,

Constable...Robinson?

- This vehicle is a vehicle of interest to the police.

Is it?

[ Chuckles ]

That is fucking mad.

- I-I'm gonna ask you to step out of the vehicle.

Are you? Definitely?

Oh, no, no, no they can't help you.

See, your, erm...

your camera's not switched on.

No, no, no! No.

No, that's better, Constable Robinson.

That's better.

'Cause now you don't have to cause an absolute nightmare

for everyone here for no reason.

Do you?

You can just walk away.

So go on back there to your friend.

Tell them that you talked to us and that it all checked out.

And then you just walk away.

- All call signs, we have multiple ODs

at 4 Gethsemane Drive. I repeat, multiple ODs

at 4 Gethsemane Drive. Respond, over.

See?

There you go. Easy.

[ Radio beeps ]

- Bravo Lima Seven Zero responding, over.

Ah.

Well done, Constable Robinson.

Well done.

[ Chuckles ]

- [ Exhales ] - And that, gentlemen,

is how it is done!

- Well-played, kid. Well-played. - Whoo!

- What are you doing? - Hmm?

Why didn't you search the car?

- Because we have an emergency call.

- Jen, it's an automatic stop and search.

It doesn't matter what you're hearing on the radio.

- Do you know what a 360-degree appraisal is?

- What? - Before you pass probation,

a survey is sent round to every constable

you've been on patrol with.

We're asked to detail any reservation

we might have about you passing out to full constable.

We're asked to be as honest as possible.

You wouldn't.

- You never mention this to anybody.

Ever.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Johnny Cash's "Always Alone" plays ]

♪ No one to care ♪

♪ To call my own ♪

♪ It seems that I must always be alone ♪

♪ The day you left, you broke my heart ♪

♪ I need you so but we're so far apart ♪

[ Mutters ]

♪ I should have known ♪

[ Engine stops ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Whimpers ]

[ Crying ]

This week, Gerry,

it's a hard one.

I know.

- I don't think I can do it anymore.

Come on, now.

[ Inhales shakily ]

I've had enough, Gerry.

[ Crying ]

Alan Kelly,

I am arresting you on the charge

of being intoxicated in a public place.

Anything you say may be taken down

and used in evidence against ya.

- Are you sure? You know I don't even drink.

- We'll get you a psychological assessment

when you're in custody.

It's not much.

Least it'll be somebody to talk to, you know?

Thanks, Gerry.

- Right. C'mon, fella. In the car.

And for Christ sake, try and act pissed, will you?

- T-Thank you

- Well, there you go. That's it.

That's it. Now, don't overdo it.

- [ Chuckles ] - Watch your head.

- So the doctor with be in to see you shortly.

All right?

And if you need anything, you just ring the bell, yeah?

Thanks, love.

Yeah, thanks a million.

- All right, go on. Make yourself at home.

You couple of muppets.

[ Chuckles ]

- No one's been arrested on a charges

of simple drunkenness in this district for 30 years.

- Especially not when they're sober.

- [ Scoffs ] God, you massive, soft eejit.

- Ah, sure, that's why you love me.

[ Door buzzes ]

- Seriously, though, Gerry, I mean,

it's great that you look out for him.

But he needs proper help.

Well, I need a private jet.

But neither of those things gonna happening any time soon.

- [ Chuckles ] Yeah, well, will you try and at least

make it home without any mercy arrests this time?

- I'll try my best. Oh, what do you want for dinner?

Mm. Cab Sauv, large.

See you later.

[ Door beeps ]

- If you're gonna watch those dirty websites,

do it in the comfort of your own bedroom.

- Gerry, I-I-I-I'm obviously not watching dirty websites.

Come on away home.

You're making the rest of us look bad.

What are you doing, anyway?

These double OBs.

It's all the streets where the McIntyres live,

and their associates.

I mean, why would they be off limits to us?

Aren't they the people we're trying to catch here?

- Close that down. - Huh?

- Close that down. And stop poking around in things

that don't concern you.

Gerry, it doesn't make sense.

- You don't need to be asking these questions, okay?

What you need to be doing right now

is learning how to shoot a fucking gun

so you can stay in this police force beyond next month.

Yes? Yes?

Yes!

Ah.

Do you remember Happy, from earlier?

Yeah.

Well, this is back in the '70s.

Happy's about, erm...

eight or nine years old.

So one Friday night,

he goes to the fish-and-chip shop with his da

and his big brother and his wee mate from school.

So Happy and his mate,

they stay in the back of the car,

parked down the street.

And they -- and they watch

the da and the big brother go into the chippy.

And then...

they watch a car that's parked outside the chippy explode

and blow everyone in the shop to bits.

Including the da and the big brother.

Car bomb.

I know.

I was the wee lad that was with him.

There's enough bad things in life

that'll come looking for you, son.

You don't need to go looking for them.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

How are ye, love?

Nice holiday?

You got a wee bit of sun anyway.

- What the fuck are you doing in my house?

♪♪

I need a favour.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door slams ]

[ Doorbell chimes ]

Don't fuck this up.

[ Chuckles ]

Mr. and Mrs. Corrigan?

What are you doing here?

- My clients have asked me to be present.

- What happened yesterday was an accident

because of some prescription medication I take.

Unfortunately, there was a misunderstanding,

and my wife and I ingested too much of it.

- Mm-hmm.

So you's both have the same prescription,

and you's both took too much of it at the same time?

- If you'd like a detailed description of what happened,

then perhaps you could ask your superiors to send a detective

and they can speak to my clients under caution.

Look, folks,

we all know nothing's gonna happen here.

Martin here is one of the most successful and respected

businessmen of Belfast, a major employer,

vice captain of the Drum Stewart Golf Club,

- and on top of -- - [ Laughs ]

I think we're done here.

I'll make arrangements with Ciara's sister

to have the children returned forthwith.

Now, we take it that will be the end of the matter.

- No, no, I'm sorry, but that's not how this works,

Yeah, unguarded class-one pharmaceuticals

is an automatic referral to Child Protection Services.

And that referral has already been made.

Your children will stay with their aunt

until you're interviewed by a social worker,

and that interviews been scheduled to happen on Monday.

No.

- You told us this wouldn't happen.

This is outrageous.

- The decision of the social worker

on the future welfare of your children

depends significantly upon my statement

as the first attending officer at the scene.

And that's not just what I saw, but my inferences from that.

My opinion.

Would you like to hear my opinion?

- You are gonna regret this. - Shut up!

Just shut up!

I should never let you talk me into this.

Go on. Go on, please.

- Okay, well, this is obviously off the record.

Mrs, Corrigan,

those two little girls yesterday --

they were so shaken.

And if this happens again, you are risking your children

being taken into care, and that is why

I have made some recommendations to the social worker

who will visit on Monday.

I urge you to adhere to those conditions.

One -- you enter into a drug rehabilitation scheme.

Two -- you agree to regular random drugs tests.

And three -- you submit to unannounced

visits from Social Services.

- Okay? - Yeah. We can --

We can do that. We can do it.

Yeah. We can.

Right.

Sir, you should take this chance, okay?

'Cause it's probably the only one you're gonna get.

All right.

Oh, hey, erm...

I played at Drum Stewart a couple of times.

It's shit.

[ Door opens and closes ]

Grip. Both thumbs forward.

No, both thumbs forward. That's right.

Stance. Okay.

[ Laughs ]

Now, keep your sights level.

At the bottom of the breath,

you're gonna squeeze the trigger

softly and slowly.

Go ahead.

[ Gunshots, casings clatter ]

Holster your weapon. Do not touch it. Stay there.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, here we go.

Oh, you're for it now.

All right, what's so funny?

- Oh, come on, Gerry. - No, no, no. What's the joke?

- The kid's a disaster. He's not gonna make it.

He's not a police officer. You know it. I know it.

- And I'm his tutor. That's my call.

- And it's my call about putting him out on the street

with a gun on his hip. There's no way.

He'll get where he needs to be.

- His test is in three weeks. Knock yourself out.

- Okay, well, we're gonna be spending a lot of time in here,

and I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't

take the piss out of him.

Okay?

Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

Unholster your gun.

Aim.

Fire.

[ Gunshot, casing clatters ]

Better.

- Okay, the Dublin lads say this new stuff's top-quality.

We need all of it back out there, tonight.

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[ Engine revs ]

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[ Tyres screech ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Dogs barking, people shouting ]

- [ Line ringing ] - Police.

Someone just shot my house.

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[ Indistinct conversations, siren wailing ]

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Straight through.

CID.

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I thought this place was double OB.

- Not for shots fired. Then we come.

- Yeah, but who'd shoot at the house

of James McIntyre's wife?

Estranged wife, apparently.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

But, yeah, your point stands. Who would?

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Oh, you cheeky, cheeky bastards.

What?

Stevie, what?

- This whole thing is a distraction,

It's all planned.

- Did you see the vehicle enter into the area?

- No. - Well, did you see the vehicle

- as you returned? - No.

- You didn't see any vehicle, no? - No.

All right, Murray?

See you brought the big crayon tonight.

- Do you mind, Constable? I'm interviewing a victim here.

- Are ye, aye? You a victim here, Tina?

- Mm-hmm.

Tell us what you saw, then.

It all happened so fast.

Oh, I bet it did.

Look at my hanging baskets.

Hmm? I'll be putting in a claim for this.

Full compo.

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It's all there, yeah?

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Next -- Wellington Road, number 64.

[ Engine starts ]

Yeooooooooooooooo!

Whoo!

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