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(Scream)

(Shots)

Is all this violence necessary?

Not at all. It's just thick people that you can't get through to.

They say they believe in civil rights.

They don't believe in civil rights at all.

They're just a bunch of Republic...

He is propagating sectarian war in Northern Ireland and causing...

(Shots)

And they became known as the Provisional wing of the IRA.

It's they who are leading the fight against the British.

(Bomb blast)

I'm a volunteer in the IRA.

That means I do what I am told to do, quite simply.

... of what a thoroughly obscene and debased cause it must be

if it requires the murder and maiming of old people and children.

There should be no hiding place in any country for these people.

Do you always sing that one? Oh no, I don't sing, I only...

Rule, rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the world...

Let's go.

I'll see you next week? Yeah, definitely.

All right. See you.

Bye.

Give me the keys, I'll drive. Come on, mate, you're drunk.

Fuck off, give me the keys.

I can drive with my eyes closed.

Hello, mate.

(Automatic fire)

(Siren)

Welcome, sir. Not at all. Anything you need.

Happy to help, guys. Thank you.

This is no arid chronicle of obscure facts

from the dust-filled libraries of history.

It is the record of nearly 2000 years

of British involvement in Europe.

The prime minister has said

there will never be a United States of Europe

and she's criticised the president of the European Commission

for predicting that in ten years' time

European Community countries will be largely run from Brussels.

Europe will be stronger, precisely because it has France as France,

Spain as Spain, Britain as Britain,

each with its own customs, traditions and identity.

When are you leaving? Three weeks.

Her uncle has a metal factory in Boston.

Aye, you'll miss us, you will. Like a fucking hole in the head.

Right, let's go.

Get fucking down! Get down!

I didn't do anything wrong. You're a fucking worm!

I'm fucking sorry.

(Vehicles approaching)

Throw down your weapons!

(Gunfire)

Go. Drive, drive. Drive.

Get out of the car. Get out of the car now!

(Shout in distance)

You're in shit luck, Patrick.

We know all about you. About to get out.

And about your kid, too. Bad legs, isn't it?

Is that why you wanted to go to the US? Treatment?

Now you're just going to go to prison for the rest of your life.

Bad luck for Patrick. Yous RUC?

FRU?

Yous MI5?

We have a proposal for you. I'm not interested.

We think you might be. Declan Moore.

Here he is, with Corey O'Keeffe. Early '70s.

Obviously, he's a lot older now. There.

He has almost finished his ten-year sentence.

We know he's been in contact with the Army Council and we assume,

after his release, he'll be asked to form an ASU.

Corey O'Keeffe wants to show they're still capable of doing damage.

We fear they're preparing a spectacular

on the European mainland.

We've already seen some activity in the Netherlands.

And you have a way in, because of your brother.

I'm not a tout. No, you're retired.

Were retired.

So how did yous know I was going to be in the drug den?

Jesus, there's more touts than volunteers.

Look, Patrick, you're not stupid. The Provisional IRA are done.

That stunt at Enniskillen was too far, and they know it.

We're only asking for one year, instead of twenty.

Think about it.

(Helicopter overhead)

(Helicopter overhead)

Shit. Oh no, here we go.

Tickets.

The 'I forgot my tickets' act?

Just had the bloody things in my hands.

Or did I leave them in the car?

One week off and I'm a fucking mess! I'll be right back.

You're always a mess, Richard!

Excuse me, can I help you? Yeah, thank you so much.

That would be great. It's really heavy.

I'd put my back out. Crap, that is heavy.

I know. I can open this up, and...

If you wait here, I'll get the keys. Is that all right? Mind your back.

(Click)

(Gunshot)

(Tyres screech)

(Gunshots)

(Phone rings)

Welcome to the wing, volunteer!

Sorry, but aren't you Sean Lynch's brother? I am.

Jesus Christ, I knew it! I said to those other lads,

I used to know your brother, and you're his spitting image.

It's good to see you here, mate.

Well, if you're interested later on tonight,

me and some of the lads are playing cards.

Maybe you'd like to join us.

Aye. Just let me think about it, I'm just unpacking some stuff.

Yeah, yeah. There on, there on.

Fucking hard man. What's he even in for?

Probably something a bit more serious than robbing the bingo, Paul.

(Laughter)

For the last time, I was stealing from Prods.

Aye, old lady Prods.

So, do we have a suspect? Well, we have.

Ah! I'll show you.

This is recent?

It's from the night of the attack in Nieuw Bergen.

Could I borrow this for a sec?

Bear with me a moment, please.

Sorry again for the delay. Keep on trying.

It took London a while to fax over the correct one.

But I think this is it. Look.

Now, this was taken just after the Battle of the Falls, 1970.

Her name's Fiona Hughes.

The girl beside her is her sister. Died during the hunger strikes.

Fiona should be about 40 years of age now.

But I know back in the 70s

the British soldiers in Belfast were scared shitless of her.

(Phone rings)

Oh, excuse me.

Yes?

Yes. Yes, sir. With me here now.

Right away, sir. Of course, sir. Yes.

Terribly sorry. I'll have to leave it there for today.

Lovely to see you again.

Can I borrow this for a moment? Oh, of course, it's yours. Bye.

You broke Paul's heart.

All right.

Well, it doesn't take much.

I knew your brother.

He was a good man.

But saying that, I wouldn't have trusted him with my sister.

Look, no offence, I'm just trying not to make friends here in prison.

Who says we'll be friends, son? Just having a conversation.

Conversation? That's what my last cell mate told me.

And here I am. That's a shame.

Sometimes I think there's more touts than volunteers these days.

That's what I always say.

Please, gentlemen, sit down.

Welcome, RUC, Northern Ireland; Garda, Ireland; MI5

and Bundeskriminalamt, Germany.

CRI, the Netherlands; Mixed Anti-Terrorist Group, Belgium;

UCLAT, France; and Scotland Yard.

All right, as you know we are dealing with an active service unit

from the Provisional IRA

that is active in the border region

between the Netherlands, Belgium and Germany.

And what we suggest is... May I just come in here?

British Intelligence. I think it's great that we've all come together

and we can start to discuss things more directly.

Put our money where our mouths are, so to speak.

And I think it would be best to set up a task force

that includes the various countries...

Um, no one, really. It's more that we coordinate...

Actually, we are thinking about Roermond.

(Chuckles)

Oh, God.

It doesn't have to be Roermond, of course.

Why not the North Pole?

I'll get caught. Come on.

I read an article about her the other day. You know the story?

I'm not sure it's true, right, so take it with a grain of salt.

But it seems like ten years ago she quit the Provos.

And she had a whole life in Andytown,

with a wee shop, a husband and children.

And one day she just packed it in and left.

You're kidding? She left her children? Yeah.

Just goodbye. Left everything to fight for the cause.

That's dedication, right, lads?

(Siren, explosion)

(Dogs barking)

You're kidding. The Germans too? Yes. She's got them all on board.

Well, we can't have that. I agree.

We need to protect our informant. Absolutely, sir.

How the fuck did she pull that off?

Congratulations.

(Squeal of tyres)

There he is.

(Laughter)

Great to fucking see you!

Well, off to your funeral?

As long as it's not me own, right?

Enniskillen was a fucking disaster for us.

We lost support at home and abroad, especially America.

Kids are not fucking interested any more.

All they're doing is smoking dope and watching MTV.

But the ballot box is working.

The next election, Sinn Fein are going to field candidates

in every nationalist seat.

And we'll win most of them, except Derry.

But the Brits are shitting themselves.

The last thing they want

is for Sinn Fein to be the major political party in the North.

So, they're putting more and more on the table.

Prison reform, RUC reform,

Irish language, all sorts of concessions.

So I did just a ten-year stretch and they're promising concessions?

Declan, you did a ten-year stretch

'cause some bastard touted on you and you got lifted.

The war is still on.

I need you to go to the Continent and set up an ASU.

So what are you thinking? I'm a 54-year-old man.

A bit long in the tooth for that kind of life.

Declan, there's nobody else I trust to do this for me.

Your friend's already out there.

Show you the ropes, help you pick targets.

Corey, I'm a bomber. No bombs. Not yet.

Just individual specific targets, to keep the pressure on.

You trying to get rid of me? No! I need you.

To show you I'm serious, I'm sending my kid brother with you.

Paul?

Declan.

With all due respect now, Corey, if I was going to do that,

I'd want to choose my own team.

I do, I get it, it's just...

like going abroad for such a long time.

Aye.

I am honoured, just let me think about it.

Declan, Paul's my kid brother. He is our team.

He could learn a lot from you.

I won't let you down, Declan.

Aye. I'm sure you won't.

Hello, Patrick. I'm in.

Good. We'll be in touch.

Well. I called you.

So they sent you to the gulag as well? Aye.

(Bell tolling)

Shall we go?