01x02 - Land of Password, Wink and Nod

[bunniefuu]

[whispering] Next time,

I choose the costumes.

I look about ten times

more celibate than you.

- You are ten times more celibate than me.

- Shut up.

Sure. On you go, sister.

Thank you.

And how can I help

you today, sister?

I, um [clears throat]

I want to deposit a check.

Come on now, Ginny. We've

been through this a hundred times.

No you aren't. They

don't let in women.

- [Ginny gasps]

- Well, we're the first, lady. Okay?

So, put the money in the bag.

- Jesus, a g*n! Oh, my God.

- All right! All of you, listen up!

We are liberating funds for

the Irish Republican Army.

Mother Superior.

Everyone down

on the ground, now!

Everyone, hands on your head.

Get down.

Go on, missus. On

the ground, please.

No, this is sacrilege, this is.

I'll not be having any part of it.

Ah, no, it's just a bit of flair, love. All

right? Go on, pretty please. On the--

No. You should be

ashamed of yourselves.

[whispering] She won't lie down.

The f*ck am I supposed to do?

I think we're gonna have to

make an example of her, like.

- [whispering] She's a hundred years old.

- [whispering] Yeah.

[normal] Read your handbook. Anyone

who resists is disloyal to the cause.

- [normal] She's f*cking Catholic.

- I'm Catholic too, by the way.

[stammers] Just

sh**t her in the foot.

Hey! How come she gets to stand?

[all scream, cry]

- Down!

- [Dolours] Okay!

Okay, okay, okay.

Money in the bag.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!

Okay, Ginny. Ginny, is it? Yeah?

Okay. Just relax, Ginny. It's okay.

I'm doing this for your family

as much as mine, okay?

I just want our kids to grow

up in a free Ireland. Okay, love?

Okay.

That's okay. Good girl.

Don't be holding out

on me now, Ginny love.

[in Gaelic] You

don't want those bills.

Those are marked.

[in Gaelic] Thank you Ginny. OK.

[in English] Mother

Superior. We're away.

["Big Time" playing]

[both laughing]

You drive your daddy's car-- ♪

[song ends]

[helicopter whirring]

[sirens wailing in distance]

Chin up, Penelope. I hear

they have a tennis court.

Welcome to Palace Barracks,

sir. How was the trip over?

Forty-five minutes.

Right. Well

[expl*si*n in distance]

[soldiers shouting]

That's why we need your daddy,

love. He's come to help win the w*r.

It's not a w*r.

It's an insurgency.

Gold star, Penelope. Remember

why we insist on calling it that?

'Cause calling it a w*r

gives the t*rrorists legitimacy.

Very good.

So, this is the w*r room, which

we need to rename, clearly.

We'll get right on that.

Just to get you situated, sir.

We've got the Protestants to

the east. These areas are friendly.

And the Catholics out

here to the wild west.

Both sides have their own paramilitary

factions. Both are planting bombs daily.

I'm less worried about the Protestants.

In principle, they're on our side.

Correct. They also have

most of the g*ns. Thank God.

The IRA, the Catholic insurgents,

how many of ours have they k*lled?

We've lost 40 men so far,

mostly to bombings and shootings.

They claim they aren't

targeting civilians,

but the death toll's

rising by the day.

I'm not surprised. A

b*mb's a blunt instrument,

especially in the hands of someone

with no education or training.

Yes, sir.

These are the

major players, hmm?

Admittedly, some of the younger

generation have proved a tad elusive.

[smacks lips]

[dog whining]

Though we did have one stroke

of luck just last night though.

It's Gerry Adams's dog, sir.

That's a true story. The

Brits had stolen Gerry's dog.

- [Mackers, chuckling] His dog?

- [chuckling] Yeah.

Though, what you

have to remember is,

at that time, British intelligence

Well, they were a wee bit shite.

Just ask Brendan.

Oh, aye. Total shite. I mean,

the Brits were a f*cking mess.

[both laugh]

The Brits raided a

house on the Lower Falls

looking for me and Gerry, right?

Gerry A! We're looking

for Gerry Adams!

[paratroopers shouting]

Do you hear that,

Gerry? You're famous.

Looking for Gerry Adams.

Start knocking on doors.

f*ck's sake. They got Shane.

[Older Brendan] What they found

instead was one very confused black Lab.

You know if your wee dog turns

informant, I'll put a b*llet in him myself.

Shane'd never do

that, right. He's loyal.

He's only loyal 'cause

you feed him, dickhead.

Would you look at that?

He's forgotten you already.

[paratroopers

speaking indistinctly]

[whistles]

Me and Gerry were

on the run, right?

And that meant we didn't sleep at

home. We slept wherever we happen to be.

[paratrooper] You, stop there!

Go!

[Older Brendan]

Anytime we saw a Brit,

all we had to do was

knock on the nearest door.

[paratroopers

speak indistinctly]

Find him!

[door opens]

f*ck me.

How are you, Geraldine love?

You okay? Here, here.

Give us your wee hand.

Here. Take this p*stol,

right? Thank you.

[Older Brendan] Me and Gerry

had the whole of West Belfast

- eating out of the palm of our hands.

- Thank you, love.

All the Brits had

was that f*cking dog.

[both laugh]

We used to kick the dog

when Gerry wasn't looking.

I think it was a Protestant

dog. Do you want a beer?

We thought the animal might

lead us to the man himself.

And has he told

you anything yet?

You do not know what Gerry

Adams looks like, correct?

That's currently,

um, accurate, sir.

So, how will you know when the

dog has correctly identified him?

[Shane barks]

[whines]

Perhaps that man's Gerry

Adams. Congratulations.

[Older Brendan] The Brits had a

problem. They didn't know who was IRA.

The only member of D-Company who

had been captured was my partner, Jimmy.

And Jimmy wasn't talking.

[lieutenant 1] His

name's Jimmy Dooley.

Word is he's D-Company.

Works closely with the Dark.

[grunts]

This chap called the

Dark, what do we know?

[lieutenant 1] Not much.

Know he's ruthless.

His unit's planting more

bombs than anyone in the north.

And we know he's beloved.

Most of these guys, sir,

they say they're fighting

in the name of the people.

[Jimmy gasps, straining]

In Kenya, there was one t*rror1st unit

who were beloved by the local tribes.

They believed that the

leader could not be k*lled.

After we k*lled him, the rebellion

came apart like wet tissue paper.

Everything stops until

we locate the Dark.

[lieutenant 1] Sir.

- [Jimmy grunts]

- And fetch that fellow a doctor.

He can't talk if he's dead.

[Jimmy straining]

They could beat us,

they could sh**t us, they

could drive their tanks over us.

But the one thing they could

never get us to do was talk, right?

Silence was our power.

[radio presenter]

Here in Belfast,

IRA women aren't typically

in the habit of robbing banks.

Listen to this. RTE and Radio Four.

And I was right about the habit puns.

You know Brendan

didn't authorize this, right?

Isn't he liable to, like,

sh**t us in the knees?

Only if we keep the money.

Besides, he should be thrilled with us.

Dotes, we made 38 quid.

Ah. We're all anybody's talking

about and that's f*cking priceless.

[knocking on door]

You're wanted at the mortuary.

Who died?

Youse are down the hall.

The one with the black door.

Go on, have a seat.

Suppose we should have a

conversation about following orders.

Yes. Look, we apologize.

We accept full responsibility, and

we're ready for our next assignment.

[chuckles]

Do you know what I'd do to

you if you were one of my men?

[chuckling] Yeah, well, luckily,

we're just [normal] very sorry.

Did you see we

made RTE at least?

The nuns were a nice touch.

Oh. For f*ck's sake, Gerry.

They made about 38 quid.

Told you.

Well, I did have a wee

idea just this morning.

Something sure to

make the British press.

Go on, then.

Your man, Jimmy, was picked

up by the Brits, wasn't he?

Yes. Why?

We were thinking, you know,

maybe we could liberate him.

- A jailbreak?

- Catch yourself on.

You cannot just storm

the Palace Barracks doors.

You'll be dead before

you hit the parade ground.

Yeah, but Jimmy's not in the

barracks, is he? He's in hospital.

Mar, tell them.

Jimmy needs abdominal surgery.

They beat him so badly,

they ruptured his appendix.

They're sending him to

the hospital in the morning.

Mar volunteers in

the children's ward.

- I work with the wee spastics.

- Touching.

Listen, she's seen Jimmy's room.

It's one guard and a pair of handcuffs.

- It's easier than robbing a bank.

- And think of the propaganda value.

I mean, between the

bombs and the dead weans,

this w*r's right f*cking dreary.

But something like this, you

know, if it's successful, it's--

It's a big f*cking if, Dolours.

Well, I mean, I don't know.

People could use a bit of

luck and craic. [chuckles]

Exactly. I'm thinking you could come,

Ger. Sure have the costumes already.

Don't be cheeky. Gerry's

busy running the w*r.

He's not got time

to babysit you two.

- Course not.

- [Gerry] Anyway.

It's your company,

Brendan. It's your call.

If they could pull it off, you'd

have the most loyal unit in the north.

I've already got the most

loyal unit in the north.

What do you think your

men would want, sir?

[machine beeping]

Drop it, you f*cking

Easter egg, you.

This man's a prisoner of

w*r. We're taking him home.

- Give me the keys.

- I've not got them.

- I'm not gonna ask you again, sunshine.

- Look, I told you--

[Dolours gasps]

Check his pockets.

Don't worry, lad. I've got you.

- They're not there.

- f*ck.

- f*ck.

- I've got them.

[snapping]

I'm sorry.

All right. Get the f*cking

door. Let's go. Let's go, go, go.

Relax. Relax.

We're liberating you.

Could you not have waited

until they liberated my appendix?

My stomach's f*cking

on fire here, Brendan.

Whoa. Back it up. Back

it up. Peelers. Peelers.

[hospital staff chattering]

[Brendan] Did they see us?

Don't know.

We'll go for the lift. Cover us.

- All right?

- [Dolours] f*ck.

Put it down!

[nurses exclaiming]

Put the g*n down!

Let's go!

Get to the back.

Get to the back.

[nurses exclaim]

[Brendan] Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

f*ck's sake.

Don't f*cking move!

f*ck!

[in Gaelic] Welcome

back, my friend.

[kisses]

[laughs]

All right, girls. I'll tell Gerry

you were good wee operators.

What's the craic? How's

the kids getting on?

All good, Dark.

Whenever you finish a job,

you'd head to Divis, right?

You know, the place

was a f*cking fortress.

You knew the whole community

had your back. Women, kids.

And they'd made anyone

good neighbors, see?

There was one

woman. A mother of ten.

Do you know who

I'm talking about?

[Older Brendan] Aye, you're, uh

you're talking about Jean McConville.

[chattering]

A lot of bad things

happened in those days.

Aye, well, that one, uh

that one was that one

was particularly nasty.

Can you tell David to

tuck this away for me?

Uh, there's there's

no David here.

Is he not?

No, this is our flat.

Would you mind then, love?

Just doing us a wee favor?

Why?

'Cause you're part of Divis.

We look after each other here.

- Oh, just put it in your flat.

- They search my flat.

That's not my problem. Sorry.

Right. I'll be sure and

pass that message along.

We're not getting involved.

We live here. We're involved.

[Mackers] Can you tell us

why the widow was taken away?

I suppose I suppose it all

came down to one thing, really.

Loyalty. Loyalty.

[Older Dolours] In

Palace Barracks,

the hospital job was a

finger right in their eye.

The trouble was, you couldn't

pull off something like that

and stay anonymous forever.

Gentlemen, I think some of

these strapping young lasses

are on the wrong

side of the board.

[Older Dolours] At least that's

what our spies were telling us.

There's a new face at Palace

Barracks. Brigadier Frank Kitson.

Brits brought him in after

Colonel Mitchell got the sack.

[clicks tongue]

Well, that's too bad.

I'd heard Colonel couldn't

find shite up a dead bird's bum.

Yeah, well, this new fella's

a whole other story, Dark.

He's got every interrogator in

the place asking after D-Company.

- Reckon he wants an informant.

- With my men?

No. No, my men would sooner

sell out their own ma than turn tout.

Well, if we've got spies,

they can have spies.

For f*ck's sake, Gerry, mate, you'd

make the coffee nervous. What else?

Well, not much.

His last posting was in Kenya somewhere.

He's always reading the racing form--

- Hang on. What year did he serve in Kenya?

- What's the issue?

Well, there was a revolution in the

'50s, I think. The Brits put it down.

What happened?

No one knows. They

burned all the records.

Do you want to do a wee bit

more sniffing around for us?

- See what you can find?

- Mmm.

Well done, mate.

[Brendan] What are you

sh1tting your cacks for?

I'm sh1tting my cacks

'cause this guy, Kitson,

has got tanks and bombs and a

7-billion-pound defense budget.

- What have we got?

- The working man, Gerry.

- The working man? The working man.

- The working man.

- Who You're the working man, are you?

- I am indeed. Aye.

You haven't done a

day's work in your life.

f*ck up.

[guard] Sir.

Ah. I thought I'd better

sort this flicker out, sir,

before it gives you a migraine.

Sir.

Transcripts of the

Dooley interrogation.

I'd say we've as much chance of getting

that dog to talk as we do those men.

[chuckles]

You're local, Private.

I'm from Londonderry, sir.

Born and bred in the Waterside.

It's the Protestant area, yes?

I'd be curious to know your

perspective on the interrogations.

Sir, would it not be better to

discuss this matter in private?

Why? Don't you trust this man?

I, uh

I'd really rather just share

my opinion privately, sir.

No, I want you to

share it in front of him.

Very well.

When I see an

electrician missing a finger,

I tend to think IRA b*mb maker.

[chuckles] I Now, that's--

Hush!

The electrical work is one of the

only decent jobs Catholics can get.

They're often trained

by the government,

and they reward their employer

by joining the insurgency.

That's fascinating.

My record is spotless.

And a man with nothing

to hide has nothing to fear.

- Sergeant.

- Sir.

[Kitson] Escort this

gentleman to B-Ward.

[electrician] f*cking c**t.

All right, then.

I'm forming my own unit.

I need local people,

observant people.

So, unless you've some

overriding passion for stenography

No, sir.

And if I may ask, what

is the mission exactly?

D-Company.

You know, after the hospital

job, I didn't sleep a wink.

The cops had seen me.

I knew I'd been rumbled.

So I did the only thing

I could think to do.

You know, I don't wanna brag,

but it was the best f*cking

decision I ever made.

You know, that day, we

were headed to a wake.

We were meeting the

guys from D-Company.

And, well, y-you didn't really

see them out much in public.

Not unless somebody died.

Wakes and funerals. Those were

the only times we'd all be together.

A fact that was well known

by British Intelligence.

[chattering]

Have you seen this yet?

She might be the prettiest

member of D-Company.

She is pretty.

The police officer I talked to

said he saw long legs and red hair.

Well, I guess we can

rule the Brontë sisters out.

[Dolours] I never should've

taken that stupid wig off.

Relax. You look good.

You all right, Seamus?

[chattering]

Let me try for a closer look.

Maybe I can pull some prints.

How's your West Belfast accent?

Eh. We'll soon find out.

Just, uh Just

keep the chat light.

Oh, my God. Francis is

gonna try to talk to me, isn't he?

If you don't want to

be talking to Francis,

you shouldn't have shown

him your nans that one time.

Firstly, it was one nan.

And we were 12, so

Do you want to head

upstairs? Talk to Brendan?

Yeah, but we'll wait. Play it

cool. Wait for Brendan to ask.

[chuckles] How do

you know he'll ask?

He'll ask.

Come on.

[toilet flushes]

Oh, my God. I adore

that haircut. It's so chic.

Thanks. Been threatening

to cut it off for years.

So, how do you

know our Aoife, then?

Ugh, I don't, really. But I go

marching with her cousin Siobhan.

I love that lipstick.

Here. Try some if you like.

Do you know what? I

don't think I could pull it off.

It's gorgeous on you,

though. [chuckles]

Come on, Mar.

[sighs]

[whispers] f*ck.

I was at that last march with

Siobhan, and I didn't see her there.

Mmm. And sharing lipstick? Ew.

There you are, the

pair of you. Huh?

Here, come on back. The

lads are dying to meet you.

Come on. Come

on, the pair of you.

Can you tell us who

was there at the wake?

Brendan was there with

his friend Seamus Wright.

[Older Brendan] Well, me and

Seamus were thick as thieves.

We'd spend summers before

the w*r laying roads together.

[Older Dolours] There was an

intelligence officer. Joe Lynskey.

Joe was an oddball,

but he was f*cking sharp.

I think he must've trained

to be a monk or something.

You know, I remember

Brendan telling a joke that night.

I only remember the punch line.

What are you looking at

me for? I'm a Protestant.

- [Seamus] f*ck off.

- That's the God's honest truth.

The thing you have to remember, right,

was that I was still on the run, you know.

I meant, I didn't sleep at

home. I never saw my father.

I never saw my

brothers, my sisters.

That's a hard way to live.

Aye. But I had the

lads instead, you know.

- God's honest truth.

- It is not.

- Now, gentlemen

- There she is!

Lads, I want you to all

remember the name Dolours Price.

She's springing our

Jimbo from hospital, right?

As soon as the cops show up, she

pulls the Armalite out of her trench coat,

- blows their f*cking hats off!

- [Joe, Francis laughing]

- [Seamus] The Crazy Prices.

- [Joe] The Crazy Prices, go ahead.

Yeah, that wasn't me. That's

my sister you're thinking about.

- You? f*cking hell.

- [Francis] Always the quiet ones.

[Seamus] It's always

the quiet ones, Francie.

Come here, you. Here. Sit down.

- [Seamus] Sit down, now, Marian.

- [Joe] Here's a pint for you.

Get that down your neck.

- Do you want a straw, Marian?

- [Brendan] f*ck up, Joe, will you.

What? I'm asking if

she wants a straw.

- Honestly, that's a big drink for her.

- Joe.

What? I'm just saying that's a big

drink for a wee girl like that there.

- [Brendan] Joe.

- I'm only trying to help.

[Brendan whistles, sighs]

Thank you.

[grunts]

You saw me choke, didn't you?

Ah. I trust the ones that hesitate.

You know, you gotta work past it.

But if it's not there to begin with,

them's the ones I worry about.

Did you ever hesitate?

- You're a cheeky wee b*tch.

- [laughs]

Of course I did. Of

course I f*cking did.

I, uh

I shot this soldier

once, got him in the leg.

I stood over him with the f*cking

g*n to the back of the head.

Wee f*ck turns around, and

he looks exactly like my brother.

My hands started shaking.

I'm not gonna I couldn't do it.

I reckon they're all

some mother's son.

What about that security

guard? He was only doing his job.

Well, sometimes,

people get in the way.

And that can't be helped.

[Mackers] What can you

tell us about Dolours Price?

[chuckles, sighs]

Well, the thing

about Dolours, right,

was that Dolours could've

been anything she wanted.

She could've been off in New

York. She could've been off in Paris.

But instead, she was

down in the trenches with us.

Yeah? And that meant something.

I also think half the

battalion was in love with her.

I mean, she was

a hopeless flirt.

I never flirted. There

was rules against that.

You know, there's no

having it away in the IRA.

A girl could get her

knees done for that.

- [chattering]

- [music playing on radio]

Can I borrow the car tomorrow, Seamy?

I wanna take Eileen to the pictures.

Sorry, love. Dark

needs me to drive him.

Fine. [chuckles]

[Seamus] All right.

See you, Joe. Mind yourself.

Did you have any

of those sandwiches?

I didn't. I wasn't very hungry.

They were f*cking stinking.

- [chuckling] They were stinking?

- Yeah, aye. I'm all right. I'm fine.

Oh, for Dirty wee b*stard.

- What have you done?

- I've just stepped in f*cking shite.

f*ck's sake, Seamus.

I'm warning you,

don't be tracking any of

that shite back into this car.

All right. Jesus Christ.

Dirty wee b*stard.

[grunts, groaning]

Seamy?

Well, how was the wake?

It was good craic.

[yawning] Mar's

in a heap upstairs.

[winces, sighs]

[Chrissie] You know, some of

your friends made the paper today?

Really?

[Chrissie] Did you tell

Brendan to shave his mustache?

[Dolours] Yeah,

Mummy. I told him.

[Chrissie] Good.

[interrogator, Seamus grunt]

[coughs]

[interrogator] You can

stop this anytime you like.

- [thud]

- [Seamus grunting]

[interrogator] Where's Brendan?

Seamus.

Come on, now.

[sighs] He'd talk the hind

legs off a donkey, that one.

You wanna try another angle?

[sighs]

He's got a wife and kid at home.

One summer, ages ago, I

was thrown from a horse.

An Arabian. Gorgeous animal.

She'd been broken that

spring, gave me quite a shock.

Just bad luck, I thought.

Turned out, that the trainer had

broken her in entirely the wrong manner.

Every time the animal was

stubborn, she got the stick.

She was loyal in the

end, but only out of fear.

The trick with horses

better the animal trusts you,

before putting

the bit in its mouth.

- [grunts, panting]

- [door opens]

[door closes]

Morning, Seamus.

My name is Frank.

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

I want to have a word about

this chap they call the Dark.

[door opens]

[people on street chattering]

[radio announcer

speaking indistinctly]

All six dogs coming around the

corner. And there's Lucky Lad

Turn that up, lad, will you? I

have a couple of quid on Lucky Lad.

[radio announcer] Black

Bravado still in the lead.

Black Bravado's the favorite.

- They're well into their final lap now.

- Go on, Lucky, you cert, you.

Lucky Lad is coming

up behind. One length.

One length, Black Bravado in the

lead. Lucky trying to close the gap.

[jingle playing on

ice-cream truck]

Moving into second place. It's

Black Bravado now picking up speed.

- Black Bravado, one length away!

- Go ahead, Lucky.

Black Bravado! Black Bravado

with the win! [continues, indistinct]

What happened to

Davey, the poke man?

Must've hired some new fella.

I don't even know what they're

doing out. It's f*cking baltic today.

Aye, it's f*cking

freezing, isn't it?

Hey, kid.

Fetch us a p*stol.

Come on!

[g*nf*re]

[g*nsh*t]

Come on!

- Father's just bought it.

- Oh. One of the money class.

[actors speaking

indistinctly on TV]

[panting]

[grunts]

[footsteps running]

Come on out, Brendan! We

know who you are, m*therf*cker!

f*ck. f*ck. f*ck.

- [pursuer exclaims] f*ck!

- [g*nf*re]

Get in the van.

Go! Go! Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

[groans] f*ck's sake.

[groaning]

Ring the mortuary.

Ah. Don't be such a pessimist.

[ringing]

Hello?

[Brendan] It's me.

I'm in a wee bit of a spot here.

- Right.

- I got ambushed.

I'm at the call house, but I cut my

wrist coming through the window.

All right. How much

blood have you lost?

A fair amount.

So we'll need we'll

need the doctor, then.

Go to Jimmy.

[stammers]

Tell him to get to Divis

and bring Doctor Jack.

You sure you don't need

me to come down there?

[straining] No,

f*cking place is too

It's too risky, mate.

Crawling with Brits.

All right. Look,

Brendan. [stammers]

If I can't get hold of the lads,

are you sure you can

make it through the night?

Oh, aye.

Now don't be worrying

about me, mate. I'm sweet.

f*ck.

[chatter on radio]

[panting]

[soldier speaking indistinctly]

[door opens]

- [Brendan] You came.

- I came right through the front door.

- You should try it next time.

- f*ck off.

- f*ck!

- Easy, easy, easy, Brendan.

- f*ck!

- Look, mate. This is fine.

The radial artery is severed.

Gonna need to go in with

tweezers and tie a wee knot in it.

- I need you to keep him quiet.

- [Brendan groans]

- These boys in the ice-cream van

- Don't worry about them.

These boys were Protestants.

They were wearing baseball

boots, you said? f*cking trackies.

[Doctor Jack] He's

losing blood. Let's go.

They left in a Land

Rover for British Army.

Kitson?

Lads, we gotta hit

it. On three now.

- They knew my face.

- [Doctor Jack] One.

- They knew my name.

- Do you think somebody shopped you?

- Two.

- How else do you explain it?

- Somebody f*cking talked!

- Three.

[screams, muffled]

["Carrickfergus" playing]

♪ I wish I was ♪

♪ In Carrickfergus ♪

♪ Only for nights ♪

In Ballygran ♪

♪ I would swim over ♪

♪ The deepest ocean ♪

♪ Only for nights ♪

♪ In Ballygran ♪

♪ But the sea is wide ♪

♪ And I cannot swim over ♪

And neither have I ♪

♪ The wings to fly ♪

[song fades]