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- Dolours, are you drinking?
- Jesus Christ, Marian.

You know, it's lemonade.

Some of the men are worried

you're sitting down
with moderates.

What we accomplished
had its limits.

How many bombs? And nobody's
listening, nothing's changed.

So there would've been
an order, right,

for what they did
to my mother?

Who was the commander
of the Belfast Brigade

in December 1972?

[Dolours] I'll never really
know Gerry's motives.

Was it an act of conscience?

Or was he trying
to save his own skin?

Anybody see you come in?

You're paranoid, Gerry.

[Dolours]
One thing is for certain.

I didn't approve
of his new friends.

How are you, Father?

Well, I've been better.

Do you suppose, Father,
they'll have me killed for this?

Ah, you've managed to stay alive
this long, child.

You're a survivor.

You know, some of the lads think
my willingness to negotiate

is tantamount to treason.

Brendan.

Brendan's suffered a lot.

Aye.

Gerry, the IRA isn't achieving

what they think
they're achieving.

On some level
they must know this.

We have to stop
our own people killing, Gerry.

Honestly, Father, all
they're achieving at this stage

is killing my voters.

I can only apologize
so many times.

This is gonna cost me
the friendship

of some very dear people.

Peace doesn't come
without cost.

That's it, then?

That's it.

Good luck to you, Alec.

God bless.

[Dolours] Gerry had
to be careful indeed.

In that envelope was the first
fragile seed of peace,

delivered through the Catholic Church

into the hands
of Gerry's political rivals.

What is the purpose of
your visit to the United States?

I'm here for peace talks.

I'm a negotiator.

I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

Is it possible
there's been a mistake?

I believe
I got a waiver from, uh...

Well, from the President.

[Dolours] The peace process

would see Gerry Adams
reach heights unimaginable

for a humble wee boy
from Ballymurphy.

It would bring him to America.

Welcome to the United States,
Mr. Adams.

Good luck with the peace talks.

And we are back
with Participant H.

What year are we in?

I thought you could
take us back to April 1994.

Oh, Lord.

[clears throat]

How were you feeling back then?

Anxious.

I'd moved to Dublin.
My marriage was done for.

I felt like I was itching
out of my skin.

I'm so sorry, madam.

We refilled this prescription
two weeks ago.

I know. I know, I'm sorry.
That is my fault. I...

Oh, God,
this is so embarrassing.

See, I was having
a wee glass of wine, you know,

winding down for the evening,
and I accidentally...

It was just a clumsy moment.

I knocked the bottle
into the sink.

Anyway, I spoke to the doctor.
He's a true angel.

And he, um... Well, he was quick
to get it sorted, so...

I understand, madam.

It's just...

the new prescription, um...

The doctor's signature
doesn't match.

It doesn't?

See, that's the one
from today,

and that's from two weeks ago.

Oh. That's peculiar.

If there's a request like this,

we are required
to check the signatures.

Of course.

I mean, you must.
It's good that you do.

Since, you know, Valium's
a controlled substance.

Absolutely. It's just,
you know, I, uh...

I did see the doctor sign it

so what do you think
happened here?

Madam, I thought
maybe you could tell me.

I'm not some druggie
in off the street, you know.

- I have a condition.
- I didn't--

I would never forge
a doctor's signature.

Okay, alright,
but I still can't release--

That's outrageous.
You know, this is outrageous.

Let me just speak
with the chemist.

Would that be alright?

If you're gonna treat me
like some bloody felon,

I'd just as soon find meself
another chemist.

[phone ringing]

- What's up?
- [Marian]
What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Well, I hate to tear you away

but you need
to get up to Belfast.

There's a meeting
at the Felon's club.

Looks like he's done it.

- Who?
- Gerry.

There's gonna be
some big announcement.

They're talking
an end to the war.

Dotes, you got to get up here.

[Dolours] Living in the north,

you were always on the verge
of the war ending.

It was our own special kind
of purgatory.

If you had told me it was
gonna drag on 20-odd years,

I don't know
if I'd have picked up a gun

in the first place.

Nice hat.

Did you start fucking
Boris Yeltsin, then?

Well, we can't all dress
like Aunt Bridie.

At least she had blindness
as an excuse.

I like this outfit.

I got it on sale,
you cheeky wee shit.

Right, let's say a prayer and
hope for some good news tonight.

So, what's on the table?
Are the Brits gone, do we know?

We don't know.

There's only two ways
a war can end:

one side surrenders or
there's a negotiated settlement.

I know Gerry.
He's not for surrender.

His ego couldn't bear it.

I don't know.
I saw him on Larry King.

Apparently, he's some kind
of fucking wee pacifist now.

He has to say that stuff, Da.

It's the only way
they'll give him a visa.

I always knew your generation
would be the ones to do it.

I just never thought
it'd be someone like him.

Alright?

Alright, Mackers?
How's the baby?

Up half the fuckin' night,
Marian.

Shit.

Have you tried using
a wee bit of scotch on the gums?

Dolours Price, it is an honor.

I'm fucking with you.

You don't actually have
to kiss it.

Dotes, look.

Is that...?

[Marian] Aye.
It's Brendan Hughes.

He looks skinny.

He lives at the Divis flats now.

- [feedback on mic]
- [Brian] One, two.

[Bangs mic,
clinks spoon on glass]

Your attention.

I've a statement,
direct from HQ.

"We believe

"that the opportunity
for a just and lasting peace

"has been created..."

Where's Gerry?
Should he not be here?

"IRA leadership has decided

"that as of midnight tonight,

"there will be a total cessation
of military operations."

[applause and cheering]

"In return,

"the British have promised

"Sinn F�in will be treated
like any other political party.

"The British government
has spelt out its commitment

"to dialogue with Sinn F�in

"and to addressing
other matters,

"including cutting back on
the British military presence."

Cutting back?
They've been cutting it back.

What the fuck does that mean?

Are the Brits leaving or not?

"As peace talks continue,

"a crucial first step will be
the process of decommissioning."

- Decommissioning?
- Decommissioning, my bollocks!

You'll not be taking
our fucking guns.

No deal 'til
the Brits have gone.

- That's the position.
- It's always been the position.

It's time to face facts, Jimmy.
The war's not working.

- There's got to be concessions.
- [Jimmy] It's fucking surrender.

Gerry's fucked us,
and you know that.

Where the fuck is Gerry?

30 years' struggle
and we're back to square one.

We appeal to stay united
as comrades.

Ah, fuck that.

Lads, calm down.

This is the first step
in a long process.

Dark.

What do you think?

I think it's over.

He sold us out.

[Dolours] You know,
I was six years old

when my father first told me
he'd killed a man.

It was a bombing in Coventry.

Daddy.

I was horrified.

I remember him saying,

"No, no, no, no, no.

"Everything's gonna be okay,

"because we're at war, and...

"well, once we have
a united Ireland,

"once we've achieved
that glorious outcome,

"then it'll all
have been worth it."

But what have we achieved?

You know, for what Gerry Adams
has brought about,

what has my father
ever achieved?

Other than death.

- Sl�inte.
- Sl�inte.

- So, we got nothing.
- We got fucking nothing.

I can't believe he sent
his fucking houseboy to do it.

When has Gerry ever done
anything himself?

I mean, what,
robbed a bank, run a crew?

I don't think
he's ever even fired a gun.

It was always gonna end
this way:

him on the fucking mountaintop.

Fucking coward.

Well...

at least we can be British now.

[Marian] Fuck off, you.

Do you ever get the feeling
it was all for nothing?

Aye, that's grand.
No bother, Frankie.

How did they take it?

The majority of people,
it's fucking Christmas.

They're getting pished
in the streets.

You know,

if you can pull this off,

it's a Nobel Prize for you.

You can put the wee statue
on top of the toilet.

- It's a medal.
- Huh?

The Nobel Prize,
it's a medal they give you.

Right.

Well, then you can put it
wherever you like.

Oh.

And what about our hardliners?
How worried should we be?

There's a small group
of individuals.

Small but vocal.

They're less enthused.

We're beefing up
your security detail.

Just in case.

And what about Brendan Hughes?

Apparently, he walked out
of the meeting,

said very little.

Sorry. I know
you two were close.

Well, these are
hard-headed people.

It's more or less
what I expected.

[footsteps approaching]

Mr. Adams?

I am so sorry.

The VP's running
a few minutes behind.

That is perfectly alright.

Yo-Yo Ma's giving a concert
in the Rose Garden.

It's running a little long.

Well, if you, uh...

If you happen to see Mr. Ma,
tell him I'm a very big fan.

Of course.

D'you suppose they'll have me
put me down a hole for this?

It's not too late to back out.

I'll support
whatever you wanna do.

Fuck 'em.
They're guilty as sin.

Welcome to Ulster Talk Radio.

We are on the air
with Helen McConville.

She is the daughter of a woman
who vanished without a trace

nearly 25 years ago.

Her name was Jean McConville.

[Helen] I remember it
like it was yesterday.

Ten of them came to our flat
and took away my mother.

And do you know
who they were, Helen?

The men and women
who took your mother.

I do. They were members
of the Irish Republican Army.

And why have you decided

to finally break your silence
now, Helen,

after so many years?

The IRA wanna talk about
a just and lasting peace.

I couldn't bear it.

What's just about this?

Where is the justice
for my mother?

I hope this wasn't a mistake.

Nah, you were brilliant, love.
Proud of you.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Are you serious, Helen?
On the radio?

You might be okay
getting a bullet.

Michael, no one's...
No one's getting shot.

They can't do shit.
There's a ceasefire on.

And if it breaks down?

These people are
right on top of us.

I saw one of her kidnappers
in McDonald's.

Did you say anything to them?

No, no, no.
I kept my fucking mouth shut.

Helen, I've worked so hard
to get past all this,

to get to a place
where I feel, uh, normal.

Actually, Mickey,
I'm gonna need to call you back.

Helen, get the fuck back inside.

Are you Helen McConville?

Yeah.

I heard you on the radio.

You were good.

Thanks.

My son, Eamon,
he went missing too.

July of 1975.

Eamon Molloy was his name.

And I think
there are more of us.

[indistinct chatter]

There's something on TV
you need to see.

[Helen] We are the families
of the Disappeared.

Nine families.

Each of us has a loved one
who was abducted, murdered,

and secretly buried
by the IRA.

My mother, Jean McConville,

was taken
on December 7th, 1972.

Everyone knows
who carried out these orders.

We know it.
Sinn F�in knows it.

The dogs in the street
know it.

So I have a question
for the leaders of Sinn F�in

and for Mr. Adams.

Where are the bodies buried?

Where is my mother?

Get me a meeting.

[overlapping shouts]

[reporter] Mr. Adams.

Mr. Adams, what will this mean
for the peace process?

Stand back, please.

- Will negotiations continue?
- We're making steady progress.

I believe a deal is possible.

Right now, the important thing
is that we all do our utmost

to bring comfort
to these families.

- Now, if you'll excuse me...
- That's enough now. Thank you.

You have a lovely home.

Scone?

My granny used to make
scones like these

with currants in them.

Fly cemeteries,
we used to call them.

I need to find my mother.

Yes.

A grave injustice was done.

I'm encouraging anyone
who has any information

to come forward now.

Well, okay, but--

We'll work together on this.

I'm not one for politics.

That's understandable.

Can I ask, why'd you call
my mother a tout?

Well, now, Helen,
I never personally said that.

The IRA said it.

And I accept
you may dispute that account

and reject that conclusion.

You should've told them
to stop spreading lies.

You could've done something.

Your mother was taken away in...

December, was it? '72.

December 7th, 1972.
That's right.

Helen, I was in prison
in December.

I'd been interned.

You've my word,

I had absolutely
nothing to do with this.

Mr. Adams, you lost
your mother recently, yes?

I did. Well, a few years ago.

Do you go to her grave,

say a wee prayer?

That's right.

So you understand.

We need to bury her.

Otherwise, this will never end.

Look, I know
what you've been through.

I don't think you do.

I mean, do you know
why we never left Belfast?

Sure, I wanted to.
So did Seamus.

But I just kept thinking:
what if?

What if one day
she comes back?

See, it's the not knowing,
Mr. Adams.

That's the part that wrecks you.

Even when...

Even when a boy
showed up at our flat,

even then, with my ma's purse
and her wedding rings,

even then I held out hope.

That's what you did.

Helen...

I can accept that she's dead.

She's dead.

I cannot accept not having
a body to grieve over.

I need to see her.
I need this to end.

Helen, I am doing
everything humanly possible

to find your mother's body.

The thing we have to remember is
that this is a delicate moment.

Peace is a fragile thing.

All of us need to be
very careful what we say.

I've been careful.
I spent 20 years being careful.

I'm only saying
it would be unfortunate,

for you, for me, for everybody,

if anything was to jeopardize
the peace process.

You want me to shut up?

Find my mother.

An investigation
is already underway.

You have my word.

We need to start
an investigation.

Uh-huh.

A real one?

[children's program on TV]

Shit.

[clears throat]

How about you, Frankie?

Dolours Price.
What about ye?

- Do you want a cup of tea?
- Well, I'd love one.

Wow. How the other half lives.

- Eh?
- So...

I suppose
congratulations are in order.

I hear even the kneecapping
has stopped.

- Mm-hm. And the six-packs.
- Mm-hm.

And how's our Gerry, then?

[Danny] Gerry fucking Adams.

[chuckles] He's solid.

Yeah? I hear he even has
a book deal now.

And he's just clean
as a whistle, that fella.

There's still a whiff of Semtex
off you, though, Frank.

Well, nobody's perfect.

So, look, as it turns out,

Gerry... Gerry needs your help.

[coughs]

My help?

[laughs]

Why ever would he need my help?

We've started an investigation

into the Disappeared.

We wanna ask you
about Jean McConville.

[Danny laughs]
Who's Jean McConville?

Upstairs.

- Gerry's asking me about that?
- Keep your knickers on.

We're asking
all the rank and file.

Everyone who was around
back then.

So, you've no idea?

About where
the widow might be.

You know, I don't.

You can't think of anyone else
who might be able to help?

As a matter of fact,

I know just who
you should be talking to.

Okay. Who's that?

- Gerry fucking Adams.
- Dolours.

We all need to be singing
off the same hymn sheet here.

You know,
what I can't understand

is how your boss,

my friend,

singlehandedly gave this country
back to the English

and then convinced smart guys
like you that you've won.

Alright.

Dolours, you've been
talking around a fair bit.

You need to be more careful
about what you say.

And here, I thought
we'd given up the gun.

Well...

Most of them.

Anyway, I'll keep poking about.

You stay out of trouble,
young lady.

[Dolours]
Oh, Gerry made it very clear.

He said it to the press.

He said it to the lads.

He even said it to the victims.

You know, if Ireland
is ever to be at peace,

there's a price to be paid,
you know...

[Mackers] What was that?

Our silence.

[Marty] They found a body.

Eamon Molloy.

He was another informant.

They say he was the one
behind your arrest back in '73.

His wife, Kate,

she must be going through
a tough time right now.

Has anybody checked in?

I'll pop round later.

What about Jean McConville?

There's rumors
she's in Dundalk by the sea.

The landscape, it's all changed.

I can't go back to that family
and tell them we can't find her.

Just keep digging.

Oh, look.
We got a mention.

Oh, aye? What's he said?

That we drove him home
that one time.

Look, do me a favor.

Let it go.

I have a question.

Did you not want
to mention the bombing?

Excuse me?

The London job.

We planned it together.

I was sitting on the arm
of your chair.

This is not the time
or the place.

You recommended
that I take a plane.

Remember?

You know,
I actually regretted that.

Did I ever tell you?

It just really
pissed everybody off.

Well, you and I clearly have
very different recollections.

I did things for you.

Not just the bombing.

Because I thought
they would mean something.

For what you've accomplished

I wouldn't have traded
a good breakfast.

- Okay, Dolours.
- I mean,

is this what it's all for?

What, a... a book launch
and a big house?

Is... Is that why I went
to prison for eight years?

Is that why my aunt
lost both her fucking eyes?

- Sign it.
- Dolours, that's enough now.

I want you to sign it.

Make it out to my Aunt Bridie.

Dolours...

is everything alright?

[bursts out laughing]

He won't sign my book.

This is a hard, hard time
for a lot of people.

Change can be very traumatic.

If you're poorly,
we have people you can talk to.

Fuck off.

"Change can be traumatic"?

He gave the fucking orders!

"You fucking architected
my trauma."

That's what I should've said.
Fuck's sake!

[door slams]

I mean, Jesus Christ, Dotes.

What were you even hoping
to get out of that?

It pisses me off. He talks
about peace and justice.

And he can't even tell
the fucking truth.

Do you wanna have a tantrum or--

I want to have
a fucking tantrum.

Fuck's sake.

Well...

some of us are
actually strategizing

and thinking next steps.

If we wanna send a message,

we just need to be louder.

Some of the lads
are getting organized.

There's a meeting
this afternoon.

You should come with.

So, it's back
to operations, is it?

Well...

talking gets us nowhere.

I love you,

but you're too fucking old
for this.

Your call.

Good luck to you.

[Dolours] I've always been
a sensitive person.

You know, looking back,
I find that I was asked to act

contrary to my nature.

I followed my orders.
I... I always obeyed.

I did as I was instructed.

Fuck.

[tires screech]

Oh, fuck.

And it's only years later
that you...

well, when you have time
to sit back and ruminate,

that you ask yourself
all the big questions

you never asked at the time.

[sobbing]

[phone rings]

[footsteps, phone picked up]

Hello?

Aye, that's right.

Hold on a second.

They think
they've found something.

Sorry, go ahead.

Yes.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Hi, Michael.

Helen.

Jesus, is that Agnes?

- Alright, Archie?
- Alright?

Seamus.

[teaspoon stirring tea]

Are you still
at the corpo, Archie?

Aye. I am.

Got meself a wee promotion.

[Helen] That's good.

What about the day
Mummy won the bingo?

- Youse remember that?
- I don't remember that.

She did. Didn't she, Helen?

[Jim] Mummy never won nothing.

[Tucker] You just
don't remember.

Her tweedy coat,

I remember.

And her pin.

- I remember her wee pin.
- [Jim] Yeah.

On her lapel.

What color was it?

- Blue.
- [Agnes] Aye.

Baby blue.

At least we got
that all squared away.

[Agnes] I keep wondering...

if they hurt her, like.

Before it happened.

[Jim] They said
she was interrogated.

You'd admit to anything then.

Aye.

All this shite.

- This tout shite.
- It's fucking lies.

Sure, I was with her
every second of every day.

[Agnes] What could she even
have told 'em? The Brits.

She never left the flat.

[Helen]
I'll tell youse one thing.

She was thinking of us all
in the moments before she died.

I can feel her near here,
I swear.

[digger whirring and beeping]

[indistinct shouting]

[Michael] Helen.

- What is it?
- Ah, it's a dog's skull.

So, that's it? It's over?

They dug up
half the beach, Archie.

This whole fucking thing
is just...

The Ra made a laughing stock
of us then.

They're making
a laughing stock of us now.

What the fuck are we supposed
to do now, then?

I guess we wait.

[Reporter] When do you think
you'll see your mummy again?

We're just keeping
our fingers crossed

and praying hard
for her coming back.

[newsreader]
The Irish government

now promising immunity

to anyone coming forward
with information

as to the whereabouts
of the missing body...

[ringing tone]

[phone rings]

Hello?

- Mum?
- [gasps]

[Danny]
Can I have some Frosties?

Jesus, Danny.
You gave me a turn there.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.
It's okay. Come here.

[knock at door]

Well? What about you?
Come on in.

- Thanks for seeing me.
- It's no bother.

Come on through.

Sorry, the place is
in a bit of a state.

- I'm doing some laundry.
- You're alright.

D'you want a beer?

Aye. Why not?

- [bottles chinking]
- Glass or bottle?

I'll have a glass.

I live in Dublin now,
you know.

- How are you doing?
- I'm alright, yeah.

You know, it's just
this whole business, you know?

Peace and that.

Aye, it's a lot.

It's a fucking lot.

You know, I'm happy
that the killing stopped.

It's just...
Well, it's grand, it...

It's all grand, like.
It's just...

Well, it's rotten.

It's rotten to the core, Dark.

You know,

I just keep
going back there,

thinking about operations.

You been sleeping?

Now and then.

Most nights

I just lie there thinking,
"What was it all for?"

It was for nothing, Dolours.

It was for fucking nothing.
Not one death was worth it.

Thank you.

Finally someone with
the fucking balls to say it.

You know, I don't even blame
that sneaky wee cunt

for ending the war, right?

I just resent
the whole devious way

it was all brought about,
you know.

Like...

I ran this one operation, okay?

And it was... it was a balls-up
fucking disaster, okay?

We'd got the idea somehow,
let's put 20 bombs in the town.

Bloody Friday.

Right, Bloody Friday.

So, the bombs is set.
We call in the warning.

I'm sitting in a car
with the lads

and we start hearing
the explosions, right?

Boom, boom, boom.

And the guys,
they's all cheering.

But I'm sitting there
and I'm thinking,

"They're too close together."

You know? "The explosions
are too close together."

And I knew...

I knew a lot of people
was gonna die that day.

Seven?

It was nine.

Nine.

And Gerry, he didn't plan it,
right, but he was the OC.

He could've stopped
every bullet from being fired.

And now he's saying
he was never in the IRA.

- It's disgusting.
- What it is is selfish, Dolours.

It's selfish.

Because it means you, me,
we gotta carry all of it.

All the responsibility
by ourselves.

[Dolours] Precisely.

He wasn't there,
he didn't do it, so it was us.

All those deaths are on us.

I suppose Gerry was sitting
there with his fucking...

his fucking feather duster,
trying to stop us?

- Have you ever thought about...
- What?

Going public.

You know, telling people
what really happened.

No.

No. No, I couldn't.

Me neither.

There's this guy I know.

A guy I talk to,
a guy I did time with.

You met him once, actually.
Mackers, at the Felon's.

He's doing
an oral history project.

It's confidential, like.
All on tape.

And what do you tell him?

[sighs]

I tell him everything.

- Everything everything?
- Aye.

It's like going to confession.

Well, except you can drink.

Fucking hell, Brendan.

- Is that safe?
- It's totally safe.

No one hears it
'til you're dead.

That's the whole deal.

[sighs deeply]

And do you talk
about our Gerry, then?

I may have let
the odd thing slip.

That must feel good.

It feels fucking fantastic.

And you're sure
you weren't followed?

[Mackers] No, no. Very careful.

And can I get arrested
for what I tell you?

You know, I'd rather not
go back to prison.

You've got full protection.

We're a private project
through Boston College.

The tapes are hidden away
in a vault on campus.

No one's gonna hear 'em
but me.

Until I'm dead, you mean?

That's right.

And you're still a young lady.

[laughs]

[sighs]

[clears throat]

You're doing
a very brave thing, Dolours.

You're giving people access
to our actual history.

Future generations are going
to know what really happened

because of you.

That's good.

That's nice.

[dog barking]

What? What you got there?

[barking]

Jesus!

[coroner] The remains have
been identified as a woman.

- Did she even wear a cardigan?
- Nah. She didn't.

[Archie] Was there a pin?

Was she wearing a pin?

[coroner] A pin?

Like a...

Like a nappy pin.

It would be under her lapel.

[sobbing]

It's alright.

We found her. We found her.

I knew she was on that beach.

He's really friendly, Ma.

Aye, he's quite handsome,
but if you wanna be keeping him,

you can release
some of the others.

[indistinct]

[car door shuts]

Alright, folks?

We found a bullet
lodged in the base of the skull.

And two more
close to where she fell.

Well... we'd like
to press charges,

but them boys that done it,
they get immunity, yeah?

That was the deal.

Well, they would've,

had the IRA done what they said
and led us to the body.

Your mother was found
by a civilian.

It's an open murder case now.

It's been nigh on 31 years.

I can't bear
to get my hopes up again.

How likely are you to find out
who killed her?

Depends.

Forensics, these old cases,
really won't do us much good.

Someone has to talk.

I was a driver.

I drove across the border.

But you know that. Um...

I was carrying explosives.

Arms.

I also ferried people.

I picked them up.

Sometimes they knew
where they were going.

Sometimes not.

But it was my job
to deliver them

to the men
on the other side.

Where they would be executed.

And the families
were never told.

You're talking about
the Disappeared?

Yes.

Dolours...

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

Are we gonna be talking
about Jean McConville?

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