01x03 - I'll Be Seeing You

[bunniefuu]

Can you tuck this away for me?

That's not my problem.

I'll be sure and pass

that message along.

If you think that we're

just useful serving tea,

then you might be missing

your chance to win this w*r.

Better kick it

up to the big lad.

[Older Dolours] That

would be Gerry Adams.

[electrician] New face of the Palace

Barracks, Brigadier Frank Kitson.

Everything stops until

we locate the Dark.

[g*nshots]

Come on out, Brendan!

They knew my face. They knew

my name. Somebody f*cking talked!

[singer on radio] ♪

Talking of tomorrow ♪

And the money, love

and time We had to spend ♪

Loving her was easier ♪

[sings along] Than

anything I've had do ♪

- [laughs]

- [Dolours laughs]

- [Marian] Do you know this song?

- I bet he f*cking doesn't.

[Joe] Who's this?

- You've said it before, Joe. Mm-hmm.

- Did I?

You've said it close on

three times, ya buck eejit.

Gordon Lightfoot.

- No.

- No.

- It's not Gordon Lightfoot?

- No.

- Kris Kristofferson.

- Kris Kristofferson.

Oh.

Right, here. Who

wants a wee cr*cker?

No, and you may stop spilling

them crumbs in this car, Joe.

Right. This is us

here coming up.

[Older Dolours] I remember Joe was the

one who took me on my first border run.

See, the plan was simple.

Head south into the borderlands,

stuff the car with as many

expl*sives as you can,

then smuggle it back to Belfast

without getting lifted or shot.

[drill whirring]

[Brendan clears throat]

Now, when I turn

the key, it won't, um--

The heat from the engine

- It's gonna be all right, like?

- What'd ya reckon, Peadar?

Will the girls make it

out of this alive or what?

Well [grunts]

in my experience,

you'll be grand.

[Brendan chuckles]

So, how many expl*sives

were you carrying that day?

Not much. 200 pounds.

About a car b*mb's worth.

[Older Dolours] We'd gone

down south to meet Brendan.

We were taking over his route

now that he was out of commission.

Gerry

are we gonna find this loose-lipped c**t

that tipped me off to the Brits or what?

We'll find the leak.

Honestly, that's not

my top priority right now.

Not your top priority? What

the f*ck you talking about?

The question that we

need to be asking ourselves

is how do we run an army

when we can't trust our own men?

[knocking]

[Dolours] Gerry,

we're all packed up.

Keep this under your

hat for now, okay?

- Okay.

- Come in, child.

Gerry.

Youse all set? Big

shoes to fill, aye?

- Aye. Size sevens.

- [Gerry chuckles]

- [chuckles] Cheeky wee b*tch.

- Hmm.

Good luck, child.

Mind the roads.

So, what's our cover story?

Uh Well, we

should be sisters.

- [laughs]

- And Joe

could be our chronically

underappreciated single friend

who, despite being

unlucky in love,

constantly finds himself being

surrounded by beautiful women.

It's supposed to be

fiction though, Dolours.

- [Marian chuckles]

- Besides,

you can't be sisters because

we're using these ones today.

They're coming up.

- Just don't be a weirdo, Dotes.

- I know what I'm doing.

Pair of youse relax, all right?

It's gonna be absolutely fine.

How's about you?

I like your hair.

Aye? Nah, it's mucky.

Needs washing.

Suits your coloring.

I like yours and all.

- You don't think it's too short?

- I like short hair on a girl.

Where you headed?

Uh, we're just coming

back from a picnic.

Nice weather for it, Miss

Rosie.

If you ever find yourself

in Belfast, look me up.

Take you out for a

drink at the Pink Iguana.

We're gonna need you

three to step out of the car.

He's gonna feel the

weight in the door.

Hang on a wee

minute, mate. [grunts]

I really think these

three are fine.

[sighs, clears throat]

- Jesus Christ, Dotes.

- What?

You opened your legs so far,

he could see your future children.

Uh, you're welcome.

Listen. See, the next time,

just look 'em straight in the eyes.

- Jesus.

- Look 'em straight in the eye,

- and they'll wave you right on through.

- Aye.

- Ah, f*ck.

- You're grand.

[Joe chuckles]

[explosions]

[alarms blaring]

[sirens wailing]

[Older Dolours] The IRA

planted 150 bombs in 1970.

By 1972, they

planted a thousand.

Now, I I wasn't

setting them just yet.

My job was to drive

the gear over the border.

You think they meant

to hit the grocer?

No, I think they meant

to hit the barracks.

Well, they missed.

[Older Dolours] The goal

was to k*ll as many soldiers,

as many policemen as possible.

We might be trying to

hit the police luncheon,

and hit the bingo

ladies instead.

Yes, that was the

most frightening year.

[people praying]

Gerry used to tell us every death was

pushing us closer to winning the w*r.

And I believed him.

By now, Gerry was

running all of West Belfast.

You all right, son?

Which meant he was the

most wanted man in Ireland.

He had a lookout

on every corner,

and he never slept in

the same house twice.

Well, except when

he was visiting his wife.

[Gerry's wife sighs]

[both breathe heavily]

[Gerry chuckles]

Easy there. I can

stay the night this time.

I want you on

the bed, facing up.

[distant g*nf*re]

[running footsteps approaching]

[muffled yelling]

[running footsteps]

Gerry. Gerry, someone's

here. Someone's here.

- Don't f*cking move! Get down!

- Move!

[soldiers shouting]

- Stay there!

- Don't f*cking move!

Well, you're not dragging him

off to the gulag in his jammies.

[door opens]

Hello.

- Mr. Adams.

- Mr. Adams.

Before we get started, we understand

your family's had a rough go of it, yeah?

Aye. Your mother lost her house

last year during internment, didn't she?

- How many children?

- Thirteen.

No, three born dead, I believe.

Aye. That's right.

We thought you might be interested in

discussing some kind of arrangement.

For the future.

Aye. For the future

of your family.

I'm not Gerry Adams.

[scoffs] Sorry?

There's been a mistake.

My name is Joe McGuigan.

McGuigan?

- Who the f*ck is Joe McGuigan?

- That's me.

- Gerry--

- Nope.

Joe.

My name is Joe.

I'm not Gerry Adams.

Really, I'm not Gerry.

I'm not Gerry Adams.

[panting] I'm not Gerry Adams.

[grunts]

I'm not Gerry Adams.

[muttering]

I'm not Gerry Adams.

I'm not Gerry Adams.

Pick him up.

- [Gerry] I'm not Gerry Adams.

- We're definitely sure it's him?

- I'm not Gerry Adams.

- It's absolutely f*cking him.

[splutters]

Now, Mr. Adams, can we

start with your name, please?

And then we'll move on to

the members of the leadership.

[grunts]

McGuigan.

- The man's a f*cking lunatic.

- He's never gonna give up the leadership.

And he cares f*ck

all about the money.

You say use the

carrot, we use the carrot.

You say try the stick, sir.

We tried the f*cking stick.

Well, have you

tried letting him win?

[Elliot] Mr. McGuigan,

how are you?

Can you help him, please?

- I would like to lodge a formal complaint.

- Yes, we'll get to that.

But first, there's been a

terrible misunderstanding.

We were under the assumption

that you, Mr. McGuigan,

were noted t*rror1st

Gerry Adams.

I sincerely apologize for that.

I will make sure that you're interned

under your proper name, Joseph McGuigan.

Any of the McGuigan family will

be welcome to visit you, of course.

Those individuals, however,

associated with Gerry Adams--

his wife, perhaps,

Colette McArdle--

will have no business

visiting Mr. McGuigan

and will not be allowed

to see you, of course,

for the duration of

your internment, which

safe to assume

will be many years.

Gentlemen, sorry to trouble you.

We're holding for just one moment.

[Kitson] Is this a

f*cking wind up?

I checked the telex three times.

Read me the message again.

"11:43 a.m.,

British Home Office.

Prisoner Gerry Adams to

be released for negotiations."

[grunts, pants]

- [engine starts]

- [Gerry grunts]

Go, go, go.

So Whitelaw met with the SDLP,

and they said that they thought

that the IRA might come to

the table if you were released.

[Gerry] Whitelaw?

Have some juice.

Ger, point is,

Brits are at their breaking point,

and they're ready to make a deal.

What kind of deal?

A deal-deal. They want

to meet with the leadership.

And, Mar, tell him

what the leadership said.

- They banged their fists on the table.

- Banged their fists on the table,

and they said, "No negotiations

without Gerry Adams."

And the Brits

said, "Okay," Gerry.

You fly to London

tomorrow for peace talks.

They're gonna f*cking negotiate.

There's gonna be a ceasefire.

- [Dolours chuckles]

- That mean we're winning?

- [distant g*nf*re]

- [imitating g*n firing]

[car approaching]

[horn honking]

Ceasefire! Ceasefire!

Ceasefire!

Ceasefire!

[reporter on radio, indistinct]

[IRA volunteer] Ceasefire!

- The IRA has sworn

- Ceasefire!

to make good on its

promise to uphold the ceasefire,

which is set to

begin at noon today.

- Ma, the sh**ting stopped.

- [reporter] It's uncertain

how long the truce

will be able to last,

but the news should be

a relief to British security

[Tucker] Does that

mean we can go outside?

- This time tomorrow ♪

- [gleeful shouting]

Where will we be? ♪

On a spaceship somewhere ♪

Sailing across an empty sea ♪

This time tomorrow ♪

What will we know? ♪

- Will we still be here ♪

- [laughing]

Watching an

in-flight movie show? ♪

So, are we all gonna fall in

love now that it's peacetime?

No. People get married during

w*r. In peace, they take their time.

- Or get divorced.

- [Dolours] Hmm.

Joe's in love.

- Dolours.

- Sorry. I'm excited.

- With who?

- With whom?

With Rachel. Oh, she's lovely.

They memorize poems

for each other and all.

Aye, she's very

literary, you know?

Have you shifted her yet, Joe?

Oh, nah. Joe doesn't shift nobody.

He just jags off to the look of them.

- Huh?

- Ah, no, when I like a girl,

just pull her onto the hip and

give her a wee pinch in the waist.

That's how you get a

slap in the f*cking face.

- [Marian laughs]

- Even better.

How do you flirt, Marian?

I don't.

And I'll not lob the gob with any of

youse, so don't get your hopes up.

Another wee monk, just like Joe.

Mmm. Joe's a catch.

- He's sensitive, and he's worldly.

- Oh, is that attractive?

And you're just jealous that

Joe's in love and you're not.

Pfft! [chuckles] In

love with Rachel?

The mysterious Rachel

who nobody knows.

I'm meeting her tonight

at the Pink Iguana.

I wanted to take her dancing.

Dancing. Can we come, Joe?

Yeah. Can we come, Joe?

When youse grow up, youse

can come dancing with me.

I think you're gonna

like her, you know?

Are you nervous?

No.

Just focus on

making her laugh, Joe.

- Yeah?

- Don't need to win her over in one night.

All right. Yeah.

Look at me getting grease

on my good suit now. Honestly.

[pop music plays over speakers]

She's not coming.

Most fashionable women are late.

- Rachel's probably just taking her time.

- The place closes in an hour.

Right. Well, f*ck

Rachel, you know?

Look. There's a lovely

wee woman over there.

- [border guard] Sorry, chaps.

- f*ck off.

Brits out, mate.

You've gotta get out.

Rosie. Hey, Rosie.

Hello.

Hiya.

Isn't that your friend

from the border?

f*ck.

[mid-tempo music

plays over speakers]

So, why'd you

recommend this place?

The drinks.

We like the drinks, yeah.

- Seems friendly.

- [Dolours] Yeah.

Maybe I wasn't,

you know, thinking--

I didn't actually

think you'd come.

That's all right.

Wee joke.

I like it.

- Uh, so you ship out tomorrow then?

- [Joe] Excuse me.

[chair scrapes on floor]

[Joe sniffles]

- [border guard] He all right?

- Yeah.

[Dolours] Don't mind him.

He just hates imperialists.

Hey, well, I'm not an

imperialist. I'm a peacekeeper.

Is that what they

tell you, yeah?

Someone's got to stand up

for the people what live here.

The people?

You think you

represent the people?

Majority of 'em. I do, aye.

Aye, well,

anyone can be the majority.

It just depends how

you draw the line.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

No.

Honestly, it's just

nice to sit here

with a smart, pretty

girl and just chat.

What are you doing?

Wanna dance?

Um

Let's go outside.

[Dolours] Come on.

- [passersby talking]

- Do you want my jacket?

No. This is my punishment

for acting like a stupid girl.

Ah, just take it.

You're freezing.

So, how long do you think

the ceasefire will last, then?

I have no idea. Why?

Just thinking.

w*r could be over by

Christmas, couldn't it?

Could.

Be nice to come back here and,

like, take you out for a proper drink.

Sounds terrifying.

[people chattering, laughing]

Why are you looking

at me like that?

Your shoelace is untied.

You gonna come back up?

Dunno if I should.

We could go somewhere.

Only if you wanted to.

Like, no expectation. I just--

I have a room.

I should go inside.

["Wishing Well" by Free

plays over speakers]

Hey. Sorry. Are you all right?

You women complain

about men not respecting you

when you're the ones

without any kind of self-respect.

Throwing yourselves at whichever

moron's in front of your nose.

Okay. Joe--

If your da could

have seen you tonight,

he'd have spat in your face.

- Right. Well, I'm gonna go. No, Joe--

- Sorry, Dolours. I didn't mean it.

- I can't be arsed with this tonight.

- I wrote her a letter.

Dolours, I wrote it to Rachel,

and I told her everything.

Everything that I was

feeling and my-my plans,

my thoughts about the future.

Okay. Well, clearly, she

doesn't feel the same.

Arsehole.

Yeah, she does.

[Older Dolours] The peace negotiations

were a closely guarded secret.

So, no one noticed when six

scruffy members of the IRA leadership

came out of hiding and showed

their faces in Central London.

So, the Irish rebels

had not had the chance

to meet face-to-face with

their sworn enemy since 1921.

It's like we're at a

f*cking wedding.

Adams, switch with me.

I want to keep an

eye on the door.

[clears throat]

[Older Dolours] The IRA Chief

of Staff, Seán Mac Stíofáin,

was dead certain the

whole thing was a trap.

Either way, this was a

once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Gerry.

It was his chance

to end the w*r.

[clears throat] We are so

happy to welcome you to London,

and I trust your journey

was without incident.

[Whitelaw clears throat]

And I am full of optimism that we can

reach some kind of agreement here today.

Uh, so, shall we

begin with, uh, what?

The political

status of prisoners.

Actually

I have a statement.

Thank you, Mr. Home Secretary,

for your words of welcome.

But I want to be clear.

We are here today for one thing:

to demand the removal of British

troops from occupied Ireland immediately

and to insist that the British

government apologize publicly

by Monday 10th of July, 1972.

That's in three days.

[Older Dolours]

And that was that.

Gerry's career as a negotiator

was over before it began.

And then the k*lling

resumed the next day.

- [g*nf*re]

- [soldiers shouting]

[radio news reporter

speaks indistinctly]

brings the death

toll up to seven

since the IRA announced

the end of its ceasefire.

- [people shouting]

- British security forces

[g*nshots]

[sighs] Tucker, get back

from the window, please.

- [shouting]

- [g*nshots]

Tucker. Come on, Son.

All right. [sighs]

Get your mattresses.

We're sleeping

on the floor tonight.

Tuck that sheet

under the pillow there.

Mummy, can we do a fort?

[g*nshots]

Sure. It's grand idea, Mick. As

long as it's away from the windows.

[person outside] Help. Help me.

Ma, do you hear that?

It's a [sighs] a dog.

Help me.

No.

- Or a cat.

- We heard him, Ma.

[person outside] Please.

[speaks indistinctly]

Help me.

[groaning]

Stay there.

[door opens]

[person groaning]

[person breathing heavily]

- What are you doing?

- There's a wounded soldier.

Don't talk to him. No.

Please just leave him, Mum.

- Helen.

- Just ignore him, please.

Honestly.

[grunting]

[gasping]

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

[wounded soldier] Don't let

me [sobs] Please don't

They'll come.

[child gasping]

- [dog whimpers]

- [dog barks]

[people chattering]

I can't believe I'm

about to say this,

but I think that you might actually

look worse than the last time I saw ya.

- Do you want a drink?

- Go ahead.

So, how was London?

- Grand success?

- Look.

I actually wanted to talk to

you about something specific.

I'm forming my own unit.

New blood. People we can trust.

Was it that bad?

[inhales deeply] Actually, the

jobs might not be to your taste.

There's no costumes. There's

no one taking your photograph.

- I don't care about the costumes.

- Really?

I don't mind the costumes.

I can do without them.

- Jesus Christ, Gerry.

- Well, good.

You'd be totally anonymous.

Even within the organization.

The jobs would be all off-book.

So even the lads wouldn't know?

I'll know.

Well, what exactly

would we be doing?

Well, we can get into that.

Who do I report to?

Well, there's a man named

Pat. He'll be your OC.

But you report to Pat, Pat

reports to me. It's It's my squad.

- Gerry, look at you, old man!

- It's

-"It's my squad." [laughs]

- It's my squad.

What's the crack, Dolours?

- Hiya, Dark. Welcome back.

- What's going on here?

Is the big lad trying to get

you to join his secret squad?

[Brendan chuckles]

[Dolours] How many

people have you told?

- f*ck, gonna get myself in trouble.

- [Dolours laughs]

Did it have a name,

this squad, this unit?

[Older Dolours] Aye.

We were called the Unknowns.

- I'm in.

- Good.

One condition.

What about Marian?

I'm not doing it

without my sister.

Child, I already asked her.

[baby crying]

Can I help you?

[baby crying]

So, he turns around and he goes,

"What are you looking at

me for? I'm a Protestant."

I need you now. I need you

right now. We just picked him up.

- [groaning]

- For f*ck's sake.

[Brendan] Right, careful.

Up, up. Up, up, up, up, up.

[screams, gasps]

Careful. Careful, mate.

The b-b-b*llet's still in his gut.

- [grunting]

- You're all right. You're all right.

sh**ter was waiting

on his doorstep.

He just opens the door-- just

opens the door and-and f*cking bang.

I was holding my f*cking baby!

Do we know who it

was? Was it Kitson again?

He says it was one of yours.

[door opens]

Sorry to startle you.

It's all right.

I'm Pat.

Gerry sent me.

Hi, Pat.

I got your first assignment.

You hear about that fella

that got dragged into the pub?

Fella who got it in the gut?

Aye. No, I was there. Why?

Brendan looked into it.

Turns out it was one of our

own men that had him shot.

Apparently he was

f*cking the guy's wife.

He wants her husband out of the way,

so he orders a subordinate to sh**t him.

Well, that's pathetic.

Yeah. Well, he's to be taken

down south and ex*cuted.

And Gerry wants me to--

No.

You're just the driver.

Oh.

Look, when Gerry

mentioned covert action,

this wasn't, you know, exactly

what I thought he meant.

Well, the whole thing's a

bit of an embarrassment.

Gerry says we have to

get our house in order.

So you'll pick up this lad.

Take him down south

- Does he know where he's headed?

- Just keep him talking.

Little music, little chat.

Put on my best smile. Aye.

Dolours,

I should warn you.

You know the fella.

Hi, Dolours.

I'm very happy to see you.

Joe, who is it?

Ah, it's just my friend, Ma.

[Mackers] What can you tell me

about the Joe Lynskey business?

Come on.

[Older Dolours] Joe

was a gentle man.

I thought he was a gentle man.

You know, he'd made the mistake

of falling in love with another

volunteer's wife, Rachel.

[inhales deeply]

And then he had

her husband shot.

And when it came to

light what he'd done

Well, Joe, he he would

have been court-martialed.

The sentence would

have been death.

- You need a minute?

- No, no. I'm

No, I'm fine. So, carry on.

Did Joe know what was waiting for him

on the other side of the border that day?

Do you want some music?

Aye. Whatever you like.

- [switch clicks]

- [pop song plays]

- Bee Gees?

- Hey, look at you go.

- [Joe] Yeah. [chuckles]

- [laughs]

Like, that's not right, is it?

- No. No. [chuckles]

- No?

- This window's broken?

- What?

That window's broken.

Yeah, it is. It's broken. You

have to give it a wee bang.

- Like that?

- [chuckles] Aye.

[chuckles] Okay.

- At least I can hear you now.

- Mmm.

- I wanted to apologize to you, actually.

- Joe--

The other night, you

know, when I saw you,

I shouldn't have spoken to

you the way that I did. I was--

It's fine, Joe. No need.

[sighs]

You're a good

one, Dolours Price.

[pop song continues]

You've got a good heart.

Right here. Coming up.

Just you remember, you

look them straight in the eye.

There you are. See?

Now we're across.

- I'm just gonna run to the toilet.

- [Joe] Okay.

[phone ringing]

[ringing]

- Hello?

- [Dolours] Mar, it's me.

- What are you calling me for?

- I don't know that I can do this.

- Dotes, stop it.

- Mar.

- Where are you right now?

- At a café.

- And where is he?

- He's in the car.

You left him on his own?

- I know, I'm f*cking it up.

- Dolours, I swear to God.

Just drive, okay?

All you have to do is drive.

Oh

Ready to go?

[people chattering]

Dolours.

I shouldn't have

done what I did,

- but I want you to know--

- Joe.

No, they're gonna say that I was an

old fool. But I need you to believe me.

- Please, Joe, I don't wanna know.

- It wasn't in my head.

What we had between us,

Rachel and me, it was real.

And I knew that. And-And

And she knew that.

You can say a lot of bad

things about me, but I wasn't

I wasn't crazy to think that

It wasn't in my head.

Well, thank you for driving me.

Be seeing you, Joe.

Right.

How you doing tonight,

miss? Where are you headed?

♪ The wind whistled you

in Behind the springtime ♪

♪ Float, Old Note,

new among my mind ♪

♪ You hold the note ♪

♪ The note just

moves to move mine ♪

♪ Let go the note And

so move everything ♪

♪ I can't come to

quantify the feeling ♪

I was walkin' home

♪ Half in the dreamin' ♪

♪ The things that I was

thinking I was singin' ♪

♪ The wind whistled you

in Behind the springin' ♪

♪ A star ran rings ♪

♪ Around the star before me ♪

♪ And spun and swooped ♪

♪ And sank in rock beneath me ♪

♪ And mirrored

what I've carried ♪

♪ Since I met me ♪