01x08 - I Lay Waiting

[bunniefuu]

- 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 k*lled 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 k*lling, Gerry.

Honestly, Father, all they're

achieving at this stage

is k*lling 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 w*r.

Dotes, you got to get up here.

[Dolours] Living in the north,

you were always on the

verge of the w*r 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 g*n

in the first place.

Nice hat.

Did you start f*cking

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 sh*t.

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 w*r 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 f*cking 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 f*ck'

night, Marian.

sh*t.

Have you tried using a wee

bit of scotch on the gums?

Dolours Price, it is an honor.

I'm f*cking 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 Féin will be treated

like any other political party.

"The British government has

spelt out its commitment

"to dialogue with Sinn Féin

"and to addressing

other matters,

"including cutting back on the

British military presence."

Cutting back? They've

been cutting it back.

What the f*ck 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 f*cking g*ns.

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 w*r's not working.

- There's got to be concessions.

- [Jimmy] It's f*cking surrender.

Gerry's f*cked us,

and you know that.

Where the f*ck is Gerry?

30 years' struggle and

we're back to square one.

We appeal to stay

united as comrades.

Ah, f*ck 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 k*lled 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 w*r, 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.

- Sláinte.

- Sláinte.

- So, we got nothing.

- We got f*cking nothing.

I can't believe he sent his

f*cking 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 g*n.

It was always

gonna end this way:

him on the f*cking mountaintop.

f*cking coward.

Well

at least we can be British now.

[Marian] f*ck 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 f*cking 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.

f*ck '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 b*llet.

Michael, no one's

No one's getting shot.

They can't do sh*t.

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

f*cking 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 f*ck 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, m*rder*d,

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

Féin knows it.

The dogs in the street know it.

So I have a question for

the leaders of Sinn Féin

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]

sh*t.

[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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 g*n.

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 f*cking 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.

f*ck off.

"Change can be traumatic"?

He gave the f*cking orders!

"You f*cking

architected my trauma."

That's what I should've

said. f*ck'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 f*cking truth.

Do you wanna have

a tantrum or

I want to have a

f*cking tantrum.

f*ck'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

f*cking 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.

f*ck.

[tires screech]

Oh, f*ck.

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 f*cking 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 f*cking

thing is just

The Ra made a laughing

stock of us then.

They're making a

laughing stock of us now.

What the f*ck 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 ch*nk]

- 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 f*cking lot.

You know, I'm happy that

the k*lling 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 f*cking nothing.

Not one death was worth it.

Thank you.

Finally someone with the

f*cking ba*ls to say it.

You know, I don't even

blame that sneaky wee c**t

for ending the w*r, 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 ba*ls-up

f*cking 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

b*llet 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 f*cking

his f*cking 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.

f*cking 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 f*cking 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 b*llet 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 m*rder 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 k*lled 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 expl*sives.

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 ex*cuted.

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?