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ROSE: I know.

I shouldn't be lying

on the floor like this.

In fact, it's the last thing

I should be doing right now.

The thing is...

I suddenly felt sick.

It'll pass.

I just need a minute.

Or two.

But now that I'm here

on the floor

in this fine, big house...

it's dredging up

a number of memories.

The first: it's 1951.


I'm ten.

I'm with my parents outside our

family home in Devon, England.

I've just k*lled my first fox.

I should be happy.

But I'm not.

As I'm blooded,

I have this feeling

that something is wrong.

But what?

Poor fox.

It's 1957. I'm 16.

I'm with my mother at a gallery.

We find ourselves

in front of a painting.

What d'you think about the maid

in the painting?

I'm... drawn to the jug

she's holding.

ROSE: I like her positioning

in the frame.

I think that's what makes

this painting so...

I don't know.


You find it moving?

- In what way, my love?

- I don't know.

The truth is,

I'm not sure exactly.

I don't have the words.

It's just a feeling I have

to do with the young

Black girl, the maid.

There's something about her

being the subject

of the painting.

Not Jesus and his disciple,

but her.

For some reason,

I find that moving.

It's a year later. I'm 17.

Just had an argument

with my parents.

They want me to go

to Buckingham Palace

to be presented to the Queen

as a debutant

so I can be married off.

To my mind,

it's a pornographic affair.

My parents disagree. Strongly.

They suggest that I better

accept the invitation or else.

You've talked about your desire

to go to university.

If we support you

to go to university,

it's not unreasonable

for you to reciprocate.

I see.

So, this is what they call

"horse trading".

This hostility, this anger...

where does it come from?

ROSE: A good question.

Where does all this anger

come from?

I wish I knew.


is it really such a bad thing,

to be angry?

I don't think so.

I actually find it...

What's the word?




If I'm lucky, I should make it

to the safe house by three.

I'll call when we have news.

Take care, comrade.


I've got to wee.




ROSE: Here's the key.

Shh. Quiet.






Hello. Can I help you?


Sorry to disturb you,

but my car broke down

and I saw some lights on.

I wondered if I could use

your phone

to call a local garage.

- One moment.

- Thank you.

Right, let's go.

[g*ns CLICK]


Hmm. Okay.

It was a coup d'etat.

ROSE: How long?

Ah, Okay.


- ROSE: No.




You! You deal with him.

You, you cover the boy.

Comrade, you come with me.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

ROSE: Shut up!

- MAN: You heard what she said!

- Okay, up. Move.

Let's go. Keep moving.

Give me an excuse and you're

a dead f*cking man, all right?

- Move. Move! On your knees.

- No screaming, no running away.

- Get on your knees down there.

- There.

- You can't just come in here

- I said shut up!

Get the f*ck over there!

- Please, calm down.

- Tell us what you want,

but please, please

don't harm anyone.

Get on the f*cking ground,

you capitalist pigs! Now!

Get down! Now!

Hands in the air,

yous capitalist pigs! Now!

Don't f*ck around with me,

I'm warning ya!

Do exactly what I tell ya...

Take this, this, this and that.

And then you round up everyone

in the house. You tie him up.

You. You come with me.

In what is now being seen

as the biggest art theft in the world,

international sources have

intensified Gardai efforts

who have mounted

the largest manhunt

in the history of the state.

They have not ruled out

t*rror1st involvement.

Gardai are looking

for four people.

Three men and a woman.

The woman has red hair

and a distinctive French accent.

Members of the public

are asked not to approach

these individuals.

Gardai have stressed

they are extremely violent.

If you see anything suspicious

or know something

please get in touch

with your local Garda station.

Padraig O Cinneide,

Russborough House.

Red hair. French accent.

Distinctive French accent.

"Distinctive" might just be

another word for "bad".

But d'you know

what I'm thinking?

Given the scale

of what we've just done,

you throw in phrases

like "t*rror1st involvement"

and "extremely violent",

kinda raises the stake,

so it does.




Put your arms down.


What's this one?


It's by a painter called Rubens.

Painting's called

Venus Supplicating Jupiter.

That's Jupiter.

The Roman king of the gods.

And that's Venus.

And she's pleading with Jupiter

to let Rome rule over the world.

It's like watching

the birth of imperialism.

What d'you think of that,



Is that your blood?

It's either mine or the chef's.

Either way,

we should look at that.

It's still bleeding.

ROSE: Yeah.


You're new.

- I am.

- What's your name?


Actually, it's Rose.

Well, which do you prefer?

Rose. Bridget's my first name.

I haven't used it

in a long time.

I don't know why I said that.

Rose. Rose Dugdale.

So what have you made

of our discussion so far?

ROSE: I agree

with what was said.

I think that the policies that

lead to sexual discrimination

need to be addressed

and changed.

And how would we do that?

The change part, I mean.

Writing. Lobbying.


And what if that doesn't work?

What if words

don't bring about this change?

Well, then, I don't know.

- WOMAN: Izzy?

- What about direct action?

Disruption. Protest. Agitation.

v*olence, even.

Do you think you would ever be

prepared for militant action?

I think if I had

a bit more courage.

Courage comes out of anger, no?

Tell me, what makes you angry?

Being barred

from the Oxford Union.

WOMAN 2: Yep.

Knowing that

because I'm a woman,

I can't drink there, eat there,

let alone debate there.

- And it really pisses me off!


So, Rose Dugdale,

what are you

going to do about it?

IZZY: Down with the patriarchy!

ALL: Down with the patriarchy!

Down with the patriarchy!

Down with the patriarchy!








You sure you know

what you're doing?

Yeah. I've done it before.

- ROSE: How many times?

- Loads of times.

ROSE: Where?

Martin. Where?

In my dad's butcher shop.

Well, it's up to you, but

honestly, that gets infected,

you won't have a hand

left to stitch.


Do not f*ck this up.

I won't.






I'm truly sorry we have to do

this, but it can't be avoided.

We're not here to hurt you.

As a matter of fact,

we stand with you.

Don't we, comrade?

- We do.

- The working class.

Tell that to the press

when they interview you.

They'll ask you questions like,

"What did they say?"

You can tell them

we were very polite

and that we talked mainly

about the class struggle

and British colonial rule.

In particular what Britain

is doing in Northern Ireland.

Internment, for example.

You won't forget to say that,

will you?

Have we mentioned everything, comrade?

Pretty much.

You got that? Yeah?

Good man, yourself.

Now, I'm gonna ask you

a question

and I want you

to really, really think

about your

answer here now, okay?

Is there anyone else in this

house we need to know about?

I ask because

we really hate surprises.

Especially him.

Answer me.

Okay. Let's move them upstairs.

Move. Upstairs. Go.

ROSE: Hello in there.

How are you doing?

I'm sorry about all

of the carry-on this morning.

You must think

it's all a bit mad.

I'm hoping

things'll get quieter now.

I really hope so.


You know, one of his lovers

was the actor Paulo Carlini,

from that film, Roman Holiday.


It's quite something, isn't it?

The way they denounce


while at the same time

f*cking each other.


[g*n CLICKS]

It's probably nothing.

You stay here. I'll go check.






[SIGHS] Okay.


Now, I want you to listen.

Listen carefully.

What's the quickest way

to the drawing room?

- Which way?

- That way!




Having them here's

quite something, isn't it?

It really is.


Mind if I have a look?



Maybe put, "Don't respond."

"Don't talk, just listen."

"Listen carefully."

"Write down exactly what I say."

- Hmm, it's better.

- Hmm?

ROSE: Hmm.


MAN: Thanks, Martin.

Oh, Martin. Turn that up.


[FRENCH ACCENT] Don't move.









[FRENCH ACCENT] Who is he?

Speak or he's a dead man!

He's my daddy!





[g*n CLICKS]

I'm gonna go out now, have a

poke around. See what's what.


it's not a "poke around".

You're on night maneuvers, okay?

You survey the immediate area,

check out for

anything suspicious.

Then after four hours,

you come back here, wake me,

and then it'll be my turn, okay?

Good man.

How do you think today went?

Well, I mean,

these things can be messy.

Sometimes real messy.

So, all things considered,

it went okay. Why do you ask?

It's just, I want the whole

thing to go well, you know?


Are you ambitious, Martin?

I guess I am.

Well, there's nothing wrong

with that.

Surround yourself with winners.

That's the key.

[WHISPERS] Is Rose a winner?

We'll know soon enough.

Move. Go. Keep walking.

was to round up everyone!

- I know, we f*cked up.

- Sorry.

Sorry's no f*cking good to me!

I want no more surprises.

Do a quick sweep,

check everywhere. Go!

MAN: Hurry up! Hurry up!

MARTIN: Clear.

Where would this one be

on the list?

In terms of value?


Pretty close to the top.

She looks...

not sad, exactly, but...

I don't know. Interesting.

She's an actress.

And those are clothes borrowed

from the local theatre troupe.

So, she isn't what she seems.

Maybe that's what's

so interesting about her.

You can leave your g*n behind.

What if I come across something?

Whatever you come across out

there, you won't need a g*n.

Your bare hands

will do just fine.

You don't trust me, do you?

I'm worried that

if you take that g*n with you,

you might use it.

[SIGHS] Goodnight, Rose.

Oiche mhaith.





These are our demands.

The four hunger strikers,

including the Price sisters,

to be returned immediately

to serve the rest

of the prison terms

in Ireland.

If this request is granted,

the paintings...

the paintings will be

returned on the payment

of 500,000.

If you do not comply

with our conditions,

the paintings will be destroyed.





- Do I look okay?

- You look gorgeous.

That's not exactly what I meant,


You look the part.

Be careful, okay?

I will.





Comrade Rose,

you wanted to make a statement?

ROSE: Thank you, Comrade Alice.

Today, on the march,

we witnessed the state apparatus

in action.

How it uses v*olence

and brutality on its citizens.

We can't sit back

and do nothing. We must act.

This government has sanctioned

internment in our names.

It's arrested peaceful

political activists

and held them without charge,

without trial.

This is happening

in our own back yard.

I am angry.

I am so angry with this country

and with its disgusting

behavior in Northern Ireland.

And I am willing

to do whatever it takes

to put an end to British

imperialism in Ireland.

And you, are you with me?

Are you willing to fight?

- Yes!

- To fight and to keep fighting?

- Yes!

- Fight! Fight!


Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight!




National Gallery of Ireland.

Put me through to the director,

Mr. White.


Mr. White?

Don't talk. Just listen.

Listen carefully and write down

exactly what I say.


I represent the people

who liberated the paintings

from the capitalist pigs.

These are...

These are our demands.

Can you... can you please point

that g*n somewhere else?

I'll say this once.

You and Your Lordship here

better shut the f*ck up!

- Sir.

- What's that?

He's not a "lord". He's a "sir".

- Oh, really?






No! No! No! No, no, no!

- What the f*ck was that?

- Martin. Who else?

I f*cking told you!

You deal with this!


So, ladies and gentlemen, what

seems to be the problem here?


With respect, comrade,

it doesn't look like nothing.

These f*ckers

aren't cooperating!

Could I have a quick word, comrade?

Your capacity

for v*olence, Martin,

can be both an asset

and a liability.

Right now it's the latter, okay.

You need to look at that.

In the meantime, I'll see

to Lord Beit and Her Ladyship,

and you go and help Eddie, okay?

Comrade. Calm the f*ck down.

He's a sir, not a lord.


You f*cking idiot! f*ck!


Pack of 20, please.

So, uh, 29 and five is 34.


Not so nice today.


Are you on holiday?

Yes. No, I'm working.

Oh, really?

What kind of work would that be?

- I'm a writer.

- Oh, a novel, is it?


SHOPKEEPER: My husband,

he's not so keen on the books,

but I quite like them.

And if you don't mind me asking,

what's the story about?

Well, it's...

I don't really like to talk

about the story.

Oh, it's a secret, then?

Yes. Well,

I've just started it, so...

You don't wanna jinx it.


SHOPKEEPER: Understood.

Sorry about

all the small change.

But it might come in handy

if you're making

another phone call.



I've been thinking about

that conversation we had.

Remind me. There've been

quite a few, Martin.

About the time

you spent at the seminary.

Oh, aye, that one.

- Heaven.

- Yeah, what about it?

Did it come up much?

It did, actually. Quite a lot.

What did you conclude?

You mean is it a thing?

A real thing?

Well, is it?

Well, the jury is still very

much out on that one,

but, personally,

I came to the conclusion

that it is not a real thing.

It's merely a thing.

So, this is it, then?

Aye. This is all there is.

Are you disappointed?

Go on, we should get inside.

She'll be back soon.

Can we just stay

a little longer?



There, you'll survive.

Are you okay?

No. I am not.


May I ask you a question?

Go on.

Do you really think you'll get

away with this, comrade?

MAN: What we're doing here

is justified.

I don't expect you

to understand that,

- but it's a fact.


MAN: And to answer

your question,

I do think we'll get away

with it, comrade.

MAN: Good morning!

Is it Mrs. Merrimee?


Oui. Uh, that's correct.

It's my daughter's house

you're staying at.

- Donal.

- Nice to meet you, Donal.

I understand you're a writer.

I am. I'm trying to be.

You've come to the right spot.

I left some eggs

at the door for you.

- That's very kind of you.

- Ah, not at all.

I thought I saw you out the back

with a friend, so...

that's why I called over.

That's odd. It's just me here.

I'm on my own.

And I was at the village.

I must've been mistaken, so.


I'd better carry on.

No rest for the wicked.

Uh, if you want

or need anything at all,

just call by and ask.

Thank you. I will.

Right, so.


Slan abhaile.



You can put those down,

he's gone.

He's a local farmer.

He's called Donal.

He left us some eggs.

Do you think

he suspects anything?

ROSE: I don't think so.

- Are you sure?

- I'm pretty sure.

He said he saw two people

out the back.

- Is that true?

- No.

Aye, it's true, we were.

It says the Johannes Vermeer's

Woman Writing a Letter,

with her Maid

is one of the most valuable

paintings in the world.

There's two... It says there's

two in private ownership,

and one's owned by the Queen.

And we have this one.

- Can I?

- Yeah.

You okay?

Thinking about your man?

No, I'm thinking

about the paintings.

What about them?

There's an outside chance that

we might need to destroy them.

Hopefully it won't come to that.

But if it does...

I'm prepared to do it.

Yeah, I don't doubt that

for a second.


have been frightening for you.

But you have nothing

to worry about.

Just do as you are told

and you won't get hurt.

Your father's going to be fine.

It looked worse than it was.

What's your name?

- Patrick.

- Patrick.

I love that name.

Tell me,

where do you go to school?

Saint Joseph's.


study hard.

Getting good grades

is very important.

It gives you options in life.

Will you do that?


Do you like this painting?


- ROSE: Me too.

When you look at it,

what do you see?

I... I see a woman...

at a table, writing.

She looks rich.

Behind her,

there's this other woman.

The maid.

I think

she might be daydreaming.

I think

she's daydreaming about...

what her life would be like

if she wasn't a maid.

She didn't have to wait

hand and foot on someone else.

Perhaps she's daydreaming


being somewhere else...

living a different life,

a more...

worthwhile one.

Where she's...

she's really valued.

Would you agree with that?


when I spoke

in an English accent just now,

don't mention it to anyone, ever.

Now, tell me...

which way to the music room?

MAN: When I was fundraising

for weapons in America,

we used to go to these diners

and you could have your eggs

all different kinds of ways.

Poached. Scrambled.

Sunny-side up.

Over-easy or hard.

What kind are these?

These are just eggs, Martin.

[TV] In what is now being

referred to as Bloody Sunday,

British soldiers

shot 26 unarmed civilians

during an anti-internment


in Northern Ireland today.

Thirteen people died,

including seven teenagers.

Over to our reporter.

[SHOUTING, g*nshots]

REPORTER: The first body I saw

was that of a youth

being carried out

by other civilians

with a priest in the lead

waving a bloody handkerchief

as a white flag.

By the side of the flats,

we saw yet more evidence

of a fatal sh**ting.

[g*nshots, SCREAMS]

While the angry Bogsiders

hurled bitter abuse

in the direction of the Paras,

I spoke to one of their priests,

Father Edward Daly,

curate of nearby

Saint Eugene's Church.

Can you tell me what happened

when the paratroopers

came in, Father?

DALY: They just came in

firing at the people.

There was no provocation


REPORTER: A short while ago,

we filmed you

leading the way

with a white handkerchief...

- Yes.

- ...for a party

who were carrying a boy

who was dead or dying.

Now, how was he shot?

That little boy was shot

when he was running away.

He was just a little bit

behind me when he fell.

I heard the shot,

I looked around, I saw him...

- You know him?

- Yes. And he was shot...

REPORTER: A young man?


He was just a young boy, 15.

He was running,

I was running too.

REPORTER: Soon after,

I saw General Ford,

commander of land forces

and asked him for his version

of what had happened.

FORD: Paratroopers

did not go in there sh**ting.

In fact, they did not fire

until they were fired upon.

My information at the moment...



[g*n CLICKS]

[g*n CLICKS]





PATRICK: Please. Please, no.


Put him with his father.

Patrick. I'm sorry,

but he'll have to tie you up.

Please. Please, no.

ROSE: Be gentle.

PATRICK: Please! No, please,

don't. Don't tie me up.

Why is she still here?

Things got out of hand earlier.

Can't she just stay there now?

No, Martin!

You stick to the plan!

Everyone in a different part

of the house.

It buys us more time.

Get on with it!

Let's start getting these

canvases in the car.

Got it, comrade.



Not you. You! Get the f*ck up!

Do as you're told

or else I'll batter you!



Morning sickness?

How do you know?

Thin walls.

Some lousy family planning.

Does Eddie know?

I'll tell him when I'm ready.

How do you feel about bringing

a child into this world?

Well, I feel afraid.

I don't see the good in it.

I speak to the child sometimes

to reassure it, but...

I think, if I'm being honest,

I'm just trying

to reassure myself.

Does that sound mad?


No, it's a good thing.

You want my advice?

Just keep talking.




- ROSE: It's me.

- Everything all right?

Actually, I'm not sure.

- Something happen?

- Nothing specific.

But just to be on the safe side,

I've made up my mind to tell

Martin and Dominic to leave.

Go to Baltimore.

Join you at the safe house.

Just one of those feelings

of yours?


You're on your own now.

Looks that way.

I know you're gonna hate this,

but I have to ask.

Will you be okay?

I'll be fine.

Stay strong, comrade.





Mother. Father.

- What are you doing, darling?

- And who is this gentleman?

- ROSE: This is Walter.

- Pleased to meet you both.

He is my friend. My comrade.

And he's also my lover.

Rose, my love, why are you

stealing from your own home?

- We're fundraising.

- FATHER: For what?

For the IRA

and the Republican movement.

For the oppressed Nationalist

communities in Northern Ireland.

For the reunification

of Ireland,

and for an end to British rule.

Is that a fact?

Yes. It is.

If you just put everything back,

we won't press charges.

I still love you both.

But the IRA need the money.

FATHER: I've alerted the staff.

They're on their way.

- MOTHER: Police, please.

- I think it might be time to go.

Get away! Get off him!

- Get off! Get off me!

- [GRUNTS] f*ck off!


All right, relax!



I think the three of us

being here is a mistake.

We make too big of a target.

I think you should take the car

early tomorrow morning

and go and join Eddie

at the safe house in Baltimore.

Was it our uninformed comments

about the aesthetic value

of art?

It'll be safer.

Maybe you're right. Maybe.

Can I ask why?

Woman in the shop.

The way she looked at me.

The way she talked to me.

That man, Donal.

Oh, so you do think he suspects


- Possibly.

- Well?

When I met him, I may have

spoken in a French accent.

In French, even.

- Is that a fact?

- Did he spot it?

I'm not sure.

I'll have to pay him a visit.

That might get messy.

I need you two

to get some shovels.

Dig a grave. Here.

Not too deep.





EDDIE: Rose.

This is Michael. My Belfast

contact I was telling you about.

The Marxist training camp

in Cuba,

how did you find it?

Life changing.

After the robbery

at your parents' house,

your accomplice was sentenced

to six years in prison,

yet you walked free.


The British class system

in action.

A working-class man

gets sent down,

while the rich girl walks away.

You sold a flat

you owned in Chelsea

and gave all the money away.

My parents had given me

the flat. I didn't work for it.

I hadn't earned it in any way.

It was gifted to me.

And as a Marxist,

I believed it was important

to give this money to people

who needed it more than I did.

Oxford. Nice place.

It is.

You did a master's degree

on Wittgenstein.

I did.

So, you'll be familiar

with his Tractatus, then,

and what he wrote

about the world

being the totality of facts

and not things.

I would.

What facts can you tell me about

the British in Northern Ireland?

Nice work.

For a beginner.


M-Mrs. Merrimee.

Mrs. Merrimee, please.

Please don't sh**t me,

Mrs. Merrimee.

I'm begging you, please.

I beg you from the bottom

of my heart, don't sh**t me.

Oh, Jesus, please, don't. [SOBS]

Don't. Oh, God, no, please.

I want to live.

Oh, Mrs. Merrimee,

don't, don't, don't. [CRIES]

- [g*nsh*t]




It really is nice around here.

It is.

Be nice to come back one day

for a holiday.

Have some nice walks,

picnics, swims.

- I'd like that.


Be careful.

There'll be roadblocks.

We will.

You take care, comrade.

ROSE: I think what we've done

and what we're doing

is very important.

And will help bring about

the change we're fighting for.

I just wanted to say that.

- Slan.

- Slan abhaile.

You'll be fluent in no time.






I was wondering who it was.

I came to return your basket.

Come in.

Come in and have a cup of tea.

[FRENCH ACCENT] Keep moving.


The other day, when we met,

I may have accidentally

spoken in a French accent,

which must have struck you

as odd, considering I'm English.

[CHUCKLES] Did seem a bit odd.

That's why I wanted to see you,

just to clear that up.

Ah, no, that's okay.

There's no need.

I think it needs clearing up.

In the novel that I'm writing...

one of the characters,

she's French.

Ah! I understand.


And, um...

what is it you're writing about?

ROSE: I'm writing about

the class system.

Yeah, it's about rich people,

people who have lots of things,

and in contrast to people

who don't have anything at all.


Last week,

Paudie Casey got a fridge,

and, er, he asked me to drop in

and look at it.

So, I went round.

He poured me a glass of milk.

"Try that, now," Paudie says.

So, I drank it.

And do you know what?

It was the coldest glass of milk

I ever tasted.

I'd love a fridge.

Can I use your bathroom?

Oh, God, of course you can.

It's just through there.

[WHISPERS] Come on.


Just for the record,

our hope was to avoid

any unnecessary v*olence.

But sometimes things

can get a bit out of control.

I want to apologize for that.

Don't bother.

You and your husband have, uh...

an interesting family history,

don't you think?

I look at this house.

The silverware. The antiques.

The lavish decor. The paintings.

From time to time,

you must ask yourself,

"How is it we've accumulated

so much wealth?"



You're going to lecture me

on morality?

[g*n CLICKS]

ROSE: I don't want

to pull this trigger.

Please don't.

But consider Bloody Sunday.

And all the other atrocities

in Northern Ireland.


it will be justified, no?

People like you,

you don't listen.

You're arrogant.

Everywhere you've been, you

leave in your wake destruction.

It's disgusting, really.

And the worst thing

is you can't see it.



Speculation is intensifying

that the four Russborough House


three men and a woman

with a French accent

who is understood

to be the g*ng leader,

were also involved in January's

failed bombing attack

on an RUC police station.

In the Strabane attack,

four milk churns,

each packed with a homemade

100-pound b*mb

were placed inside

a h*jacked helicopter

and the pilot

was forced at gunpoint

to fly the helicopter

to the RUC station.


The bombs were thrown

out of the helicopter

but failed to detonate on impact

and the g*ng escaped.

The authorities are in no doubt

as to the risk this violent

armed g*ng poses

and are again asking members

of the public

not to approach

these individuals

- under any circumstances.

- Mind if we turn that off?

- Not at all.


I hardly ever listen to it.

Have it on

for the bit of company.

Sure, I wasn't even listening

to it now.

Can I ask you a favor?

Fire away.

I was wondering

if I might borrow your car

for a day or two.

Could have it

for as long as you want.

I can't even drive it anymore.

Well, how come?

I have an eye disease.

Yeah, the doctors

say I'll be totally blind

in two to three years' time.

It's, um...

It starts off

like a small black dot

in the middle of your two eyes

and then it, uh...

it just grows,

until it's all black.

I'm sorry to hear that.


Have you ever seen this?

It's Braille.

Come here.

Here, give me your hand.

Now try that.

It says, "My brother Jem

got his arm badly broken

at the elbow."

It's To k*ll a Mockingbird.



I miss being able

to look at the land.

The sea.

My children.

My grandchildren.

When I go for a walk now...

and I look at things...

they seem extra special.

I wonder

if what you saw

at the back of the house

wasn't two people,

but simply the black dots

in your eyes.

I need you to think very

carefully about your answer.

Yes, it was.

What I saw was the dots.

You're certain of that?

Yes, I am.

I've never been more certain

of anything.












[g*n CLICKS]


Poor fox.





Put me through to Mr. White.


Sorry, what did you say?

You need more time?

Are you f*cking with me?

No, you listen.

I don't need a lecture,

Monsieur White,

especially from a dilettante

like yourself, understand?

Of course I know

their f*cking value.

You want to talk about value?

Can you put a value

on the human cost

of the continued occupation

of Northern Ireland?

What about the innocent lives

lost on Bloody Sunday?

Do they have a value? Well?

Next time, you talk about

something you do know about.

When I call,

you better have a clear response

to our demands.

This is your last chance,

or the paintings

will be destroyed.



- Afternoon.

- There you are, now.


Meanwhile, in other news

earlier today at a press

conference in West Belfast,

Mr. Albert Price,

father of the Price sisters,

who are currently

on hunger strike

in Brixton Prison in London,

read aloud a letter

from his daughters

directed specifically at the

armed g*ng, pleading with them

to return the stolen

Beit paintings unharmed.

ALBERT: To those comrades

who have taken the paintings

from the Beits,

we thank you

for what you are trying to do

to secure our repatriation

back to Ireland.

Like you, we are all involved

in this struggle.

However, we ourselves

have studied art history

and it would pain us

if anything were to happen

to these paintings.

There are few beautiful things

left in this world.

It would be a great shame

to destroy them.

The world, we believe,

is better for them being in it.


I'm sorry about your suit.

Well, these things happen.

How are you feeling?

Not too good, to be honest.


I guess not.

Where are we?

I'm not sure.

We thought you might know.



I'm so sorry about everything

that happened.

Are you?

No, actually. I'm not.


We miss those paintings.

I'm not surprised.

How come?

After living with them

for a few days,

they kind of grow on you.

Oh, f*cking hell.








Are you lost?

Hello there.

No, no. I just wanted to ask

a few questions.


Have you seen any strangers


Specifically a woman

and three men.

Uh, no.

Not really.

Not really?

[CHUCKLES] I mean, no.

Right, well,

if you do see anyone,

or indeed anything suspicious,

be sure to let us know.

Grand, so. I will.

Before you go...

my daughter

has a rented cottage.

There's someone staying there

at the moment.

Mrs. Merrimee.

She's writing a novel.

About the class system,

you know?

Rich people. Poor people.









Sorry to disturb you,

Miss Merrimee.

- Missus.

- Apologies, Mrs. Merrimee.

I got your name

from a local farmer.


- That's him.

- How can I help?

We're going door to door

asking if anyone has seen

anything suspicious lately.


I've just been writing

and busy...

keeping myself to myself.

And some gardening.

The people we are looking for

are extremely dangerous,

Mrs. Merrimee.

Not to be approached

under any circumstances.

Thank you for letting me know.

Is that it?

Yes. Thanks for your time.

I'll be on my way.

Well, Bridget Rose Dugdale,

what are you gonna do

about that?

Hello there.


I was wondering if you ever took

people out on your boat.

Was it a sightseeing thing

you had in mind?

Actually, I was wondering

if you might take me

to Baltimore.


[SOFTLY] It's me.

I assume you're not calling

for a friendly chat.

I had a visit from the police


Think they were suspicious?

- No.

- Good.

For a moment, comrade,

you had me worried.

That said,

I think I should leave.

How? You don't have a car.

- I do have a car.

- From where?

It doesn't matter. But, anyway,

I don't want to drive.

I think it's too dangerous.

Too dangerous? You said

they weren't suspicious.

Oh, Eddie, give me a break.

So... what will you do?

I've arranged

with a local fisherman

to take me on his boat.

A boat?

Well, if you've got

a better idea?

[SIGHS] No, I don't.

So, when do you get going?

I plan to leave

at nine in the morning.




Nothing. [EXHALES]





Hey, in there.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking...

"She doesn't know

what she's doing."

Am I right?

Well, you're wrong.

We get away from here.

We get to the safe house

in Baltimore.

And then when all this is over,

I'm thinking

we might settle down.

Just you and me.

Then we can begin again.

Clean slate.

Tabula rasa.

I wonder what the Irish

is for "tabula rasa".




- Come on.



- [g*nsh*t]







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