Original subtitles

-Grace: Do you know him? -Rory: Only his nickname. Soupy.

-Grace: Look, Stevie... -Stevie: Stop, Grace.

There's a syringe. I've got the gloves.

From now on, DS Canning will be working closely

-with your section. -In what way?

-In whatever way he sees fit. -You all know these two?

Jim Dixon and Davy Hamill. From the Mount Eden estate.

Now, what do we know about them?

They're loyalist gang leaders?

Tina: You don't give me orders. Ever.

One word from me and the Dubliners just cut you loose.

Shit, sorry! Sorry about walking in on you...

Oh, that's alright. At least I had my trousers on.

Happy: The bomb... that night in 1978.

It was my idea to go for chips.

I said to my daddy, "It's Friday,

can we go for chips?"

Did they ever convict anyone? For the bomb?

[ Grunts ]

-Grace, your gun! -Armed police!

-[ Body thuds ] -[ Breathing heavily ]

I was just wondering maybe if you -- you wanted to, like,

go out some time?

-Aye. -Whoo!

You stepping in when it get physical.

It happening all the time!

-Grace, all I'm trying to do -- -No.

No, I don't need anyone to protect me, alright?

I never have!

I'll be round your place, later on the night.

Make sure you have everything ready for me.

Right.

If we do this, there's no going back.

You know that?

Move or die.

[ "My Name Is Carnival" by Jackson C. Frank plays ]

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# I've seen your face #

# In every place that I'll be going #

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# I read your words #

# Like black and hungry birds read every song #

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# Rise and fall #

# Spin and call #

# And my name is Carnival #

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# Sad music in the night #

# Sings a scream of light out of chorus #

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# And voices you might hear #

# Appear and disappear in the forest #

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# Short and tall #

# Throw the ball #

# And my name is Carnival #

[ Food sizzling ]

# Strings of yellow tears drip from black-wired fears #

-Aisling: Hello. -Tommy: Hey.

Aisling: [ Chuckles ]

Exactly half way between Derry and Belfast.

I tell you what.

You really know how to show a girl a good time.

I know. I'm sorry. it's just the --

Yeah. Terrible shift patterns. I know.

Tommy: Hiyah. Uh...

Have you got any avocado on toast?

I can give you mushy peas and you can pretend it's avocado.

[ Chuckling ]

Erm... I'll have scrambled eggs, please.

-Er... No toast. -I'll have a large fry.

And I'll have the toast that he's not having.

Waitress: Now we're talking.

-Aisling: Thank you. -Tommy: Thanks.

You look different. Gym?

I, err, started to do a bit of kickboxing. [ Chuckles ]

Kickboxing?

-Alright, RoboCop. -[ Laughs ]

And you... you've, err...

-Grew my hair out. -[ Both chuckle ]

-Aye. [ Laughs ] -Yeah.

So, I'm glad you rang.

Are you?

Aye.

Just ringing out of the blue like that --

no text, no messing about.

Strong.

You definitely took a beat though, didn't you?

[ Laughs ]

Yes.

[ Siren wailing ]

Uniform from seven six, we are one minute out, over.

Barney: [ On radio ] Roger that, seven six.

Annie: Shit!

Barney, where's that fire service?

Seven six, fire service is five minutes out. Over.

Bollocks!

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Shane: Take off your flakker.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Man: Somebody help him.

[ Coughing ] There's people upstairs!

I'll go. You wait for the fire service.

No, I'm coming, too!

Take off your jacket.

Stairs will be straight ahead.

Stay low, alright?

Alright.

-Shane: OK? -Annie: Yeah.

-Shane: Stay low. Hold on to me. -Annie: OK.

Natalie: Help! Somebody!

-[ Fire raging ] -Shane: [ Coughing ] Come on.

Natalie: Help us!

[ Coughing continues ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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Shane: Annie, come on.

-Stay low. -Natalie: Help us!

Shane: We're coming. [ Coughing ]

[ Crashing ]

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Annie: I can't see.

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-Shane: Hello? -Natalie: Help me!

Shane: Were on our way.

Annie: [ Coughs ]

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-Natalie: Help us! -[ Coughing continues ]

-Shane: You OK? -Natalie: Somebody!

Shane: Come on. Keep going.

Hello?

-Natalie: My son. -[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Natalie: My son!

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[ Coughing, sobbing ]

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-Help! -Shane: We're here!

-Here! Here! -Natalie: [ Breathing heavily ]

-Get us out of here! -Shane: It's alright.

-Annie: It's OK! Don't panic. -Shane: Stay low.

Is there anybody else in the house?

-Natalie: No! -Shane: Alright.

-Stay down! -Annie: Stay low.

-Stay low. OK? -Shane: Stay down! Stay down!

-You're alright. -Annie: Just keep going.

-Stay low. -[ Coughing ]

[ Fire raging ] [ Crashing ]

-Jordan: [ Shouts ] Mommy! -Annie: It's OK, it's OK.

-She's right behind us. It's OK. -Shane: Go, go, go!

Annie: Stay low. Stay low.

Just keep going. Nearly there, nearly there!

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Go! Go! Go! Go!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Jordan: [ Sobbing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Shane! Shane!

Shane!

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[ Coughing in distance ]

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Dixon: Natalie! On, my God! Natalie!

Come here. Natalie, are you OK love? Come here.

Come here. It's OK. It's OK. I got you.

Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe. It's OK now.

It's OK, it's OK.

Hey, come on. Let's go.

Let's get her onto the street. Just watch, OK?

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It's alright. Come on.

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[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Coughs ]

-[ Sirens growing closer ] -[ Coughing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

When you drew your gun, did you shout a warning?

Yeah.

And what did you say?

Do you know what, I'd rather you just told me as you recall it.

Erm... I...

I said, "Stop. Armed police. Show me your hands."

And how did the assailant respond?

He said, "Fucking shoot me, bitch."

Do you believe you would have fired your gun?

Had your colleagues not overpowered him?

Er, well... erm...

Well, you know that the Glock 17 doesn't have

the traditional safety catch, right?

-Geraldine: Mm-hmm. -You have the trigger safety

first, in front of the trigger.

And you press that down, you have to squeeze it...

and then you squeeze it until you reach the trigger.

And then you pull the trigger itself.

And then it fires.

Well, I had the trigger safety fully depressed.

And I started to apply pressure to the trigger itself.

And well, I was just waiting for the bang.

-Inspector McNally. -Geraldine.

-Got everything you need? -Yeah. Everything's in order.

Keep an eye on Constable Ellis, yeah?

I keep an eye on all of my people.

You don't much like me, do you?

I think you're the hindsight police.

[ Chuckles dryly] I haven't heard that one before.

Very good.

In my report to the Policing Board,

I'll be saying the reason your officers found themselves

in such a terrible situation, is because a man

who should have been arrested earlier in the day,

was not arrested.

Just hang on a minute...

And the reason he was not arrested,

is because there is simply not enough police cells available

in the city to justify his arrest.

I'll be saying that frontline police officers

are currently operating

in an almost-impossible situation.

And that they deserve better.

Inspector, I hope that some day you come to realise

that you and I are actually on the same side.

I'll walk myself out.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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[ Laughter in distance ]

-Alright. -Hi.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

What have you got there then?

Here?

Nothing.

-Nothing? -Mm-hmm.

[ Mumbles ]

Well, just some...

pork belly sausage rolls with capsicum and chili jam.

Would you like to try one?

Err... pft.

Yeah, yeah, go on then.

Maybe just one.

[Soft, melodic music plays]

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Oh, God.

They're good.

Mmm, they're good.

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I'm sorry...

About...

Well, about everything, really.

Yeah. Me, too.

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Still want to be friends?

[ Chuckles softly ]

You bloody eejit.

[ Chuckles ]

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Shane: You're making it worse.

-Here. -Thanks.

-All: Yeah! -[ Cheers and applause ]

Sandra: Alright, alright, settle down, everyone, very good.

OK.

So, the address that was attacked this morning

was one of multiple properties in Mount Eden

used by Jim Dixon.

His girlfriend and son had just moved in there last week.

Lucky for Dixon, he was staying elsewhere.

So, good work, Constables Conlon and Bradley.

If you hadn't been there, we'd most likely

be looking at a double murder.

So, observations?

Shane: The girlfriend said she locked the front door

before going to bed.

So, somebody must have chucked a petrol bomb into the kitchen,

and then legged it.

-Any CCTV? -No.

OK, so it looks like this Dixon-Hamill rivalry

has now escalated to a full-blown loyalist feud.

So we need to be on the look out for possible reprisal attacks.

OK, today we're flying the flag in Mount Eden.

If you're not on another specific call,

I want you out patrolling the estate.

High visibility.

Dixon, Hamill, everybody else on this list

automatic stop and searches.

Anything of interest, you feed it back to me immediately, OK?

Just to be clear -- tensions are high.

Only stop and search if you feel it is viable.

Don't start something that we can't finish.

Yeah, don't hold back though.

Should anything escalate, we'll get you back up quickly,

-alright? -Well, that's crystal clear.

OK, Tommy, I'm with you on seven four.

Err, have you two been checked out by the FMO?

-Yeah. -Sandra: Good, alright.

Well, get cleaned up and then get back out on seven six.

Grace, Stevie, seven two.

Everyone else, sharp eyes save lives, yeah?

-What the fuck are you doing? -What?

You don't give operational orders to a response section.

Sorry.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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Always amazes me we've a museum

for something we just fucked up.

-It was the iceberg. -[ Laughs ]

Yeah, always somebody else's fault.

Top marks for persistence though.

Now what exactly does a nobody like you want with me?

You heard somebody went after Dixie this morning?

Petrol bomb?

So?

Feels like the start of something.

Something bad.

-Well, what's it to you? -I have to live there.

-Me and my family. -Well, you know where's nice?

Spain.

Nine months, give or take.

That's how long those two muppets

have had the connection with you.

And what have they done in that time?

[ Whispering ] Covered the city in drugs.

Got far too greedy.

[ Normal voice ] Got the peelers interested.

That's bad for business, Tina.

Bad for the Dubliners.

Bad for you.

Listen. Son.

You don't know me. Or my business.

Let's just keep it that way.

First class, second class, third class.

Me and you wouldn't have been in any of those.

We would've been way down in steerage,

packed in like animals.

And when the boat started sinking,

they would've locked the doors.

Dixon and Hamill would have went down with the ship.

But you and me, Tina...

We would have found a way out, wouldn't we?

Somehow.

Because that's what people like us do.

We survive. No matter what.

You have my number.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

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Come in.

In the name of God, Helen, a loyalist feud?

-Why didn't we see this coming? -Yeah.

There's always been tension there, ma'am.

But this is a surprise. Yes.

I thought intelligence gathering was your job?

We don't have any current intelligence assets

-in Mount Eden, ma'am. -Oh for Christ's sake!

What about the neighbourhood policing team?

They should know the ground there?

-Well? -They no longer exist ma'am.

They were cut when Mayfield and Blackthorn amalgamated.

Please tell me you're joking.

So, we've nothing?

No assets, no insights?

Nothing?

There is one person, ma'am. He knows the ground.

He's no longer with the section though.

Nicola: Still a serving officer?

Helen: Yes, ma'am.

Then bring him back. Immediately.

I'll sign off a temporary transfer.

That could be problematic, ma'am.

Why?

[ Melodic music plays ]

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Jonty: Finish.

Training Officer: Sir.

You've got a visitor.

Jonty: I'm busy.

Training Officer: Apparently it's urgent, sir.

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[ Whistle blows ]

This place brings back a few memories.

What do you want, Helen?

We're looking at a loyalist feud.

In Mount Eden.

Dixon versus Hamill?

Helen: Yeah.

That was only a matter of time.

How so?

Well, Mount Eden was never big enough for both of 'em.

You worked that patch, didn't you?

Yeah, I ran the neighbourhood team for five years.

Helen: Do you still have contacts there?

Yeah.

A few. Maybe...

What exactly are you asking me here?

We need to get a lid on this thing, fast.

I've got Nicola Robinson breathing down my neck,

I've got Murray Canning trying to run the section...

So?

I need you to come back in. For a few days.

Help us get a handle on this.

Aye. [ Clears throat ] Right.

I don't think so.

-Helen: Jonty... -Are you wise?

Me. Back there?

I know it's not ideal... -[ Chuckles ] Ideal.

Not ideal? Fuck me!

Are you telling me you'd rather be here?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I'm telling you.

-You owe us. -Oh, here we go...

[ Chuckles ]

You think because you petitioned

for me to keep my job -- a job --

that I should be grateful to you?

I didn't say you owe me. I said you owe us.

The section.

Do they still hate you for what happened?

Yeah, they do.

But we're up against it now, Jonty.

Big time. I have a young team.

We're policing an area that could explode at any minute.

And we're flying completely fucking blind.

I'm not saying it's gonna be easy.

I know it won't be.

But you owe us.

Nicola Robinson will never allow it,

she won't let me back there, not after what happened.

She'll not clear it.

She already has.

Aw bollocks.

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Check mate.

-Balls. -Oi.

Watch your language.

And stop being so aggressive with your opening.

[ Door opens ]

Go on.

Back to school.

Henry: Can I go down the town later?

-Mags: Absolutely not. -Henry: Ma!

-Everyone's going! -Mags: Yeah.

Everyone except you. I love you!

Shut up.

-Alright, Uncle Lee. -Alright, mate.

What's that?

Remember Soupy?

That's him.

Lee! Jesus!

What?

No point in telling lies.

Go on, to school.

[ Door opens, closes ]

For God's sake.

What?

Mags: You heard about the petrol bomb?

There's gonna be war now.

-Not our war. -We have to live here though.

Henry, has to live here.

Do you ever wonder why we do?

-What do you mean? -Why we stay?

I mean, Dixon wants this place.

Do you ever just think, why don't we just sell it to him,

go somewhere else?

Because it's home.

Home is somewhere you're supposed to feel safe, Mags.

Happy. Do you feel either of those things?

What are you saying?

I'm saying, I don't want to leave either.

But I don't want to live like this.

So why do we accept it?

Da accepted it and the stress killed him.

Soupy there accepted it.

He's not looking too good either.

What choice have we got? We have to accept it.

No. You see that's the thing.

You have a choice.

You always have a choice.

It's just that most people try

to convince themselves that they don't.

Because they're...

because they're scared.

Have you been at the self help books again?

[ Laughs ]

Lee, they're right to be scared.

Because it's real.

What's real?

Fuckin'...

This. Life.

Men with guns who can fuck up your life

or end it when ever they want.

We can change it.

No, we can't.

I can.

What?

You just have to trust me.

OK?

Oh shit.

What have you done?

Lee, what the fuck have you done?

You just have to trust me.

[ Door opens ]

What are they doing here?

It's not marching season.

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It is now.

So, the 1978 Stuart's fish and chip shop bombing.

Six people were killed.

Still there have been questions about it for years.

Rumours. In the press.

What do you mean?

Jen: Erm, that the investigation was flawed.

Deliberately flawed. Some kind of cover-up.

Look, Jen. 10 years ago we might have pursued a case like this,

but not anymore, they're a nightmare...

No, look I -- I know.

But listen to this.

In 2006, a former RUC special branch officer

named Robin Graham,

tried to sue the government for PTSD acquired

during the Troubles.

I dug out his witness statement from the files.

It mentions this specific bombing.

The case just disappeared.

Withdrawn.

Why are you interested in this?

So, I have a potential client -- Alan Kelly.

He lost his father and brother in the attack.

-Jen? -I mean, I --

I could look into it on my own time?

OK. If you insist.

OK.

Why would you have a decaf coffee?

It's like having an alcohol-free beer.

I like alcohol-free beer.

'Course you do.

Woman: What are you doing?

Jesus! Oh! Oh!

-Look at his face. -Sandra: You OK?

Woman: You have to help him. Quickly. Quick!

-Oyi! Stop! -Police!

-Stop where you are! -Sandra: Stop!

Hey! Hey!

Tommy: Stop where you are!

OK, uniform seven four,

we need an ambulance on Jarlath Street, over.

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[ Tommy grunts ]

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Stop where you are!

Police!

Lad: Run, Forrest, run!

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Woman: Get out of here, you bastards!

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No!

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Alright there, Conor Crampton?

[ Tommy breathing heavily ]

He's OK for custody.

What?

I'm just remembering your face, mate.

For the next time I see you.

That all, mate.

Barney: And Davy Hamill just turned up at the hospital now.

Alright. Copy that. Cheers, Barney.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

The injured lad was only 17.

Gareth Hamill.

Davy Hamill's son.

So, it's a reprisal attack?

-Looks that way. -Shane: You go after my son,

I'll go after yours.

-Scumbags. -Sandra: Hey.

Watch how you talk when you're wearing that uniform, yeah.

Skipper.

Canning: For God and Ulster, eh, Keith?

-Go fuck yourself. -[ Chuckles ]

Keith here fancies himself as being a bit of a scrapper.

Goes 'round telling people he's never lost a fight in his life.

You lost today though, didn't you, big man?

So, what's going on here?

Why are they going to war? Why now?

Did Hamill torch Dixon's house, hmm?

I'll not push you too hard, Keith.

Even if you told me something, it wouldn't be worth much.

Do you know why?

-Because you're a thick bastard. -[ Chuckles ]

Canning: And nobody tells you anything anyway.

[ Car door closes ] Shane: I take it the witnesses

aren't saying much?

Annie: No, nothing at all.

Lad: Inspector Gadget, fuck off.

Sandra: What?

Nothing.

Let's get you into a nice warm cell, shall we?

Where you belong.

-Alright, lads. -Fuck off!

Yeah. Happy to, mate.

[ Annie coughs ]

-You OK? -[ Coughs ]

Yeah, just the smoke from earlier.

You know the best thing for smoke inhalation?

Beer inhalation.

-Really? -Shane: Yep.

So, do you fancy it?

-What? -A drink.

After work?

Are you being serious?

Extremely.

Dunno. Maybe.

"Maybe" as in...

yes?

[ Car door closes ]

Customer: Thank you.

I'll have a triple whiskey.

[ Door closes ]

-That's good whiskey. -Hmm.

32-year-old scotch.

Glen bullshit.

Rab, why is your flute band upstairs in my bar?

That's what I'm about to find out.

[ Drumming ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

So, why we here?

Alright, lads.

[ Drumming and chatter stop ]

That's Soupy in there.

Corporal Ian Campbell.

He fought for his country.

Stood up for what he believed in.

And there he is.

In a flower pot.

We'll give him his send off march tonight.

-Six o'clock. -Ye what?

Three or four tunes.

-Once around the estate. -Lee, we can't march.

We haven't filled in an application form.

An application?

Troops March. 1920.

Those are the ones that survived the Great War.

Do you think that they filled in a form

to ask permission to march?

-Did they? -Band: No!

Lee: No they did not!

Six o'clock.

Starting here.

Lee, Lee.

There's a feud going on.

You march tonight, people come out to see it,

the whole place could explode.

Have you asked Dixie if it's alright?

Lee, you have to ask Dixie.

Soupy gets his send off.

OK?

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Stevie: Your first loyalist feud.

Now you're a real peeler.

[ Chuckles ]

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Oh shit. That's Jim Dixon.

[ Tyres screech ]

Uniform from bravo lima seven two,

we are on Stanforth Gardens,

and we're pulling over Jim Dixon. Over.

Barney: Seven two received. Over.

Er, hey, no.

Shane: Seven two, from seven six.

Heard your last, we're in the area,

we'll take a drive past.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Muscle's "Feel The Steel" plays ]

Yay!

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Fuck off.

Oh, lovely.

Hello, sir, can you show me your driving license, please?

-Sir? -Why?

OK.

OK, under the Justice and Security

Act Northern Ireland 2007 Schedule 3,

I am detaining you for the purposes of a search.

Do you intend to comply with said search?

[ Camera shutter clicks in distance ]

Thank you.

OK, sir, can I ask you to step out of the vehicle, please?

Sir?

Sir, I'm asking you if you could step out of the vehicle, please.

[ Dixon chuckles ]

Is that right, love?

OK.

No problem.

What do you wanna do now? You wanna strip me?

Only if you do it too.

I think you should watch yourself, OK?

Now, can you raise your hands,

and then my colleague can come and search you.

Sir. I'm asking you.

Can you raise your hands, please?

[ Dog barks in distance ]

-Alright hands up. -Get your fucking hands off me.

-Grace. -It's fine.

Your friend wants to help you here.

What? Are you two fuckin' or somethin'?

OK. Put your hands...

Hands up, please.

Stevie!

[ Siren wailing ]

Shit.

[ Angry chatter ]

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So, is your boyfriend OK?

I think you need to shut up now, hmm?

[ Car door closes ]

Cars clean.

Yeah.

So... what happened?

Just, er...

Just got out of control.

Look, he's gonna go for an assault complaint here.

And he won't be short of witnesses.

Yeah well, he attacked her first, so...

Is that right?

Excuse me?

Shane: Here. I'll have a word with him.

-Alright? -Yeah.

Shane: Yeah.

Come on. Out.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

You recognise me?

Nah.

What about her?

Suppose last time you saw us, we had a bit of soot on our faces.

Saving the lives of your missus and kid.

Aye. Yeah.

Well, I hope you get a wee medal.

Look.

I reckon if you don't file some bullshit complaint here,

we could call it evens.

Is that right?

That's right.

[ Chuckles ]

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Shane: What is the story with those two?

Er, none of your business.

It's my new section, Constable Conlon.

Everything is my business.

He's into her and told her about a year ago.

She's obviously into him

but she thinks doing something about it would be a mistake.

And so, the compromise is that they just spend 10 hours a day

together in a car?

Pretty much, yeah.

Messy.

Yup.

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[ Turn signal clicking ]

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-No. I said no. -Lee: Mags!

-Listen. -No!

Lee: Listen!

I'll do you a deal, OK?

You and me walk alongside.

And the first a hint of trouble,

you and Henry go home, straight away.

-Yeah? -Ma, please.

Please!

Yeah?

Man: This could get messy, Rab.

Rab: Right. OK, I'll talk to him.

Lee, this is madness.

If you don't wanna march at the head of the band, don't.

I haven't missed a parade in 20 years.

OK.

Your choice.

Rab.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Right, lads, once round the block.

This is for Soupy. Fall in!

Band attention!

Band ready!

Band on the roll. By the right!

Quick. March!

[ Drum rolls ]

[ Band plays ]

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It started a few minutes ago.

We don't know where they're going.

We got any back up?

What do you think?

OK, everyone. Look.

Follow my orders to the letter

and don't lose your heads. Yeah?

OK. Let's go.

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What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Marching.

I didn't give permission for this.

Sorry. Forgot to ask.

You what?

You're fucked, son.

You hear me?

You're really fucked now.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

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-Henry: Ma. -Mags: Come on. Now.

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Barney, where's the TSG?

Barney: Tasked and inbound, Helen.

15 minutes.

[ Dog barks in distance ]

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-Shit. -What?

Look. Dixon.

And over there Hamill. This could kick off.

Sandra.

I'm the section skipper.

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Are you leading this assembly?

I am.

Well this parade has not been notified.

It's therefore illegal under the Public Processions Act

of Northern Ireland 1998.

I'm therefore asking you to disperse immediately.

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-Can I have a word? -Sandra: Who are you?

This band is associated with my pub.

We're just having a wee memorial march, for our friend.

-You don't have permission. -I know.

I'm sorry.

Do you think we could just

turn around and march back the way we came

and leave it there?

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Straight back?

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Alright.

-Off you go. -Lee: Thank you, Sergeant.

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Rab: Alright, lads.

About turn.

Back to the Loyal.

Woman: Are we ready?

Band on the roll.

By the right. Quick. March!

[ Band plays ]

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You're fucking done, Dixie.

-You fuck with my family. -Any time, Davy!

Hamill: Oh, you keep on slathering!

Dixie: You fucking mouth piece.

Hamill: You're a dead man walking!

Don't give it. Go home to your Ma.

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[ Car door closes ]

[ Door bell buzzes ]

Robin Graham?

Hi. I'm Jen Robinson.

I'm a solicitor at McAleer and Hamilton.

Er, sorry I -- I didn't call first.

All I had was the address.

I, erm... So, I'm --

I'm looking into an incident

that happened during the Troubles in 1978

when you were a serving police officer.

I believe you were involved in the investigation.

The Stuart's chip shop bombing?

Sorry. No.

-Mr. Graham, I... -No.

We need to leave the past alone.

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That march. Who put you up to it?

Hamill? Are you on his side now?

No, Dixie, I just wanted to...

That wee sideline you've got.

The weed. It's finished.

Over. Done.

Do you hear me?!

And this place pays double from now on.

What's that?

No.

No fuckin' way.

-No. No, you didn't. -I didn't know Natalie

and the wee man were there.

I'm sorry about that.

I thought it was you.

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Thought I'd seen enough flames today.

These are the good kind.

Until tomorrow.

We'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

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-Sounds like a plan. -That's right.

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Whoa. You're bad.

Shit. So, quick question.

Hope you don't mind.

Shane: Fire away.

Married? Girlfriend?

Go.

Er... No.

And no.

Hmm. How come?

I could ask you the same thing.

Too busy being a peeler.

Aye. Same.

[ Chuckles ]

Can you dance?

-Now? -Yes.

Nobody else is dancing.

And what?

Who cares.

Yeah. Yeah, course I can dance.

# So how can I protect you in this #

# Crazy world #

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# Yeah, it's alright #

# So how can I protect you in this #

# Crazy world #

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# Yeah, it's alright #

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[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Exhales ]

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Close your eyes.

It's easier.

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What's your take on what's going on?

It's chaos -- street crime, robberies,

drugs users, overdoses.

Take your pick.

Lee: Get the people out on the street.

The more against, the better.

We have to prevent that at all costs.

Can I go now?

You can go when I say you can go.

-Are you OK? -No, not really.

Lee: You had your chance.

We're the future.

We humiliated them.

It's called police work.

[ Sirens wailing ]

You can't do that.

It's under control.

-Stay down. -Grace.

When it comes down to it, I'm the one who's

gonna make a difference out there.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Lad: What are you doing? You can't break in here like that.

-What are you doing here? -Good man.

[ Grunts ]

You can't save this place.

Watch me.

Is that really a life you want to live?

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

That's what I though too.

Check inside.

Why didn't you do anything before now?

I don't trust any of you.

We had no help, no guidance, no law.

It needs to be out in the open. All of it.

Helen: We're policing an area that could explode

in any minute.

Get them out of there as soon as you can.

Hold the line!

Grace: They're gonna be overrun.

-You could've ben killed. -[ Scoffs ]

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