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♪♪

- 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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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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