01x05 - Evil Little Maniacs

[bunniefuu]

Our handlers haven't

been able to make contact

with either Seamus

Wright or Kevin McKee.

[Kitson] Then they're dead.

[Mackers] Can you give

us the name of the person

that drove Seamus

and Kevin that night?

[Brendan] Aye, it

was Dolours Price.

Didn't think my contribution to

this w*r would be k*lling Catholics.

Well, what do you wanna do?

[cooing]

[Helen] They're going

to bring her back.

[Archie] How do you know?

[Helen] She didn't do nothing.

They're not just gonna k*ll her.

It's been four weeks.

What do you think

they're doing with her then?

Helen, I'm hungry again.

Do you think I'm not hungry too?

[banging on door]

- [Helen] Who is it?

- It's Mickey. Open up.

What's he done this time then?

Tried to nick a tin

of choccy biscuits.

I apologize.

He's only 11.

Age is no excuse.

[door closes]

[utensils clattering]

[police officer] What's

your name, love?

Helen.

Is your mother or

father about, Helen?

Not at the minute, no.

And you're here all alone?

You four in this car, the

rest of youse in the other.

Why can't we all ride together?

Youse aren't going

to the same place.

You can't do this. Our

Ma is coming back.

We don't know that, Helen.

Yes, we f*cking do!

She wrote us a letter!

We don't know no

one from Blackpool.

It's a sign.

Now, there.

It's just till Mummy

comes back from England.

All right. In youse get.

- No, we're not going.

- No.

- No, we're not

- [Tucker] Helen!

[social worker 2] Come

on. This way. Come on.

- [Tucker] No.

- No! No!

- Come on.

- No.

[social worker 2]

Into the car. Stop it.

f*ck youse all.

[car engine starts]

[siren wailing]

[child crying]

[coughing]

- [helicopter passes overhead]

- You'll be all right. You'll be okay.

[male bystander] Don't look.

[siren wailing]

[person coughing]

[Dolours] This w*r is meant

to be in the name of the people.

But how come it's only our people

taking their lives in their hands

every time they pop to the shop

for a half dozen f*cking eggs?

- [Daithi] They had a bit of a scare today.

- It's not about today.

[Marian] We were supposed

to have lunch at the Hawaiian.

Walked up two minutes

late, found it on fire.

[Daithi] I'd say you

were right on time.

[Brendan] Girls, this

happens to everybody.

Don't let it spook you.

I'm not spooked, Dark.

I wanna b*mb London.

[Brendan snickers] Well,

come on. Get to f*ck.

- [Daithi laughs]

- [laughs] For f*ck's sake.

[Dolours] Ger, the IRA

planted six bombs today.

Six. And we barely

made the local news.

Look, you're not wrong.

[Gerry] What's the target?

The Old Bailey.

[Dolours] How many of our mates

have been condemned in them courts?

Their whole entire rotten

f*cking legal system

flows in and out

of that one building.

- It's high-security.

- You'd need a car b*mb.

[Dolours] Obviously.

You need four.

Four bombs, four targets.

Marian's drawn up a list.

I wanted Buckingham Palace.

She got a bit carried away. I

had to calm her the f*ck down.

I still think we can do it.

What about the cars? Do we

steal 'em here or over the water?

We steal them here. We have to

smuggle the expl*sives over anyway,

so we stash the bombs in the cars,

and send the cars over on the ferry.

All right. [clears throat]

Who's gonna be the OC?

Me.

Yeah, and before this, love, you

were working for Gerry as what?

As a driver?

You're right. My last few

jobs weren't that impressive.

But I would die

for a united Ireland.

I would die if I thought it meant the

Brits would hesitate going to the grocers

or sending their wee kids

off to school in the morning.

I would. I would die.

Listen, my whole

family has suffered,

and I just want that fear to live

in their hearts too, you know?

All right. Give us a minute.

Right, f*ck off.

The ba*ls on that wee girl.

f*ck me.

It's a big job.

How 'bout letting

the Dark run lead?

Yeah, f*ck it. I'll do it.

Brendan, a job like this?

We can't afford to lose you.

[Marian] What do

we do if they say no?

I don't know, Mar, but I'm

not going back to driving.

I'd honestly rather pull

my f*cking teeth out.

You don't mind that I

said me for OC, do you?

Why would I mind?

I just want it to be perfect.

Why wouldn't it be perfect?

[door opens]

We're a go.

["Justa Nother

Teenage Rebel" plays]

Morning, lads.

Roisin.

Right.

The IRA is not

known for perfection,

but that ends now

'cause this mission needs

to be f*cking perfect, okay?

From the cars, to the gear, to

the very clothes on our backs.

Every single detail needs to

be perfect because if it's not

we're all dead, lads.

Okay?

Yes, Dolours.

[all] Yes, Dolours.

Okay.

Now, with that in mind,

my lieutenant Marian and I are gonna

show you how to safely rig the gear.

[whispers] Good luck, you.

Right.

Each car will be fitted with

200 pounds of ammonium nitrate

and two bags of

blasting gelatin.

[Marian] Careful not

to touch the sides.

[Francis] It's the detonators

that are a wee bit sensitive,

so keep those car

radios off at all times.

And anyone driving,

watch out for potholes, huh?

One down, three to go.

- [Dolours laughs]

- [cheering]

- I didn't think you'd come.

- Huh?

Ah, when I was wee, I used

to fantasize about how I'd die.

Being hung for treason--

that's way up there, so it is.

Firing squad.

Aged ten, I thought

it would be romantic.

Here, have you divvied up

the room assignments yet?

- Why?

- Just Just curious.

[machine whirring]

- I'm bunking with my sister.

- Aye.

- Put you with Frankie.

- No worries.

[Dolours clears throat]

[Roisin laughing]

[group chattering]

- [Chalkie] You're feeling hungry, Francis?

- What's the craic, lads? Youse all right?

- [Brendan] All good, our kid.

- [Gerry] All right, child.

[chattering]

[Dolours grunts]

Chalkie's already trying to f*ck

me on the job. I can't cope. [laughs]

You have to stop sleeping with

men who are beneath you then.

Doesn't leave a lot of

prospects though, does it?

What's happening

with you and Francis?

We kissed a couple

times. During the cease-fire.

- You sneaky wee b*tch.

- [Marian mutters]

[Dolours giggles]

I can tell he wants

to have sex now.

He keeps dropping

these clumsy hints.

Ah, well

We all might be dead tomorrow.

- And the timers are all off?

- Timers are all off.

- You have a change of clothes there?

- I've got my clothes, Dark.

I know, it's just

You don't have to ride with

the expl*sives, you know.

Listen, lads, youse don't have

to worry about me. I'm grand.

I know. I'm just saying the OC

doesn't always ride with the gear.

- Should I not be riding with the gear or--

- No, you ride with the gear.

It shows the boys

you're a bad b*stard.

You know, it's good for morale.

Sure, but if you get caught,

that's this whole mission f*cked.

- f*ck's sake, lad.

- Gerry.

All right, it's your call.

You're management now.

Right, lads.

- Are you gonna miss me? [sighs]

- [laughing]

You bring our boys back

in one piece, all right?

Good luck, child.

[speaking Irish]

What did you say?

Your ancestors would be proud.

Okay.

Good luck, kid.

Slán.

- What did prince Gerry have to say now?

- Ah, protocol.

Uh, listen, I'm gonna take the

plane, so I'll meet youse in London.

[sighs] So, you're leaving me?

I'm promoting you.

Look. Look, look, look, look.

This is what Gerry thinks is right

for the mission, okay? It's me flying.

I just don't think they're

gonna listen to me, like.

Well, then you hit them in the

face with the butt of your p*stol

and tell 'em you're

Marian f*cking Price.

[car horn honks]

[Francis] Are we

doing this or what?

We leave when I say we leave.

Yes, ma'am.

[Dolours] See?

Mwah. Away you go. Come on.

[car door closes]

- [horns honking]

- [ship horn blowing]

It f*ck' stinks in here.

Come on. It's not that bad.

It's like shite, so it is.

It is shite.

It's the fertilizer,

ya thick f*ck.

[Roisin] Think they'll smell it?

No, I don't think they know

what a b*mb smells like, Roisin.

But what if they do? You

don't know that they don't.

Here, now, she's got

herself a wee point there.

- What if they search the car?

- [Marian] They're not gonna, all right?

Relax.

You've no tax disc.

You need a tax disc.

Oh, sorry. I I applied for one

last week. It just hasn't come yet.

What the f*ck's she at?

Just, uh, give me

a second, all right?

[Marian] She's just

having a bad day.

I just need a minute.

[gasps, pants]

The trailer's too long.

You're over the limit.

[customs agent] That's

a commercial vehicle.

Everything's fine, Roisin.

They're not gonna search the car.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

Neither do I. That's why

we're calling in a warning.

- [sobs]

- They'll have an hour to clear the area.

It's only buildings

we're blowing up.

- It's symbolic.

- How's an expl*si*n symbolic?

- [rock music blaring]

- Sir. Ma'am.

[customs agent] Can I just see

your ticket and your paperwork?

The radio.

[Chalkie] Huh?

The radio can trigger

the f*cking detonator.

- The radio can trigger

- f*ck.

- the f*cking detonator, Chalkie.

- Yeah, I know.

I need you to unlock the door,

Roisin. Everyone's waiting.

- I'm a terrible liar.

- You don't have to say anything.

You just shut the f*ck up

and let me do the talking.

They'll see my face, and

I can't control my face.

I have a very

expressive face. [sobs]

[rock music continues blaring]

Hey, sir. Sir.

You wouldn't mind turning the radio

down a bit, would you? The radio, mate.

Just Just turn it down a bit.

[radio volume decreases]

- Cheers.

- All you have to do is get on the ferry.

Get to London.

You can even stay in the hotel.

You don't have to

You don't have to go

anywhere near the bombs.

You can walk away.

You promise?

Yeah.

Now unlock the door.

[lock clicks]

[sniffles]

I'm sorry.

Blow your nose.

- [customs agent] What's going on here?

- [Marian] Her dog just passed.

Can we go?

I'll pay the fine.

Go on. Just get it sorted.

[PA system chimes]

[flight attendant]

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are now approaching

London Heathrow Airport.

Any spare change?

[sighs] The cars are

tucked away for the night.

How was your flight over?

Bumpy, but I'll survive.

Are the lads grand?

Yeah, the lads are fine.

It's just that f*cking Roisin's

soft, Dotes. She's not gonna do it.

[Dolours] Jesus.

Um

Look, we'll just

We'll give her a tenner,

send her back to the hotel,

and we'll pick her up on the

way to the airport tomorrow.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Where's Chalkie?

He, uh He said something

about checking on the cars.

Under whose orders?

Lads, this isn't a

f*ck' holiday, okay?

When we're in public,

youse need to be lis--

What about youse? Come on.

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.

[blows]

Here, tell you what,

lads. See this place?

This is f*cking shite.

- It's actually just all paintings--

- Shut up.

We don't want our f*cking

accents giving us away, do we?

Well, what do you

want us to do? Not talk?

Exactly. Shut the f*ck up.

Treat everyone as a

possible witness, okay?

Now, we've one night

off before this job.

Youse are tourists.

Act accordingly.

But no f*cking dr--

No f*cking drink.

None, okay?

And groups of

three or less, got it?

Have we got it? Yes.

- [all] Yes.

- Yes?

Okay. Thank you very much.

We'll see you at the crack of dawn.

- [Dolours] Christ the night.

- You're a f*ck' eejit!

[Chalkie] f*ck'

[Francis] Do we really

have to go to the theater?

Aye. I find live

theater pretentious.

It's an Irish production.

Let's get a bit of culture before

we blow them all up. [laughs]

We went over this. Do

you know what I mean?

Did no one tell you

the march was banned?

I knew the march was banned.

Did you expect 'em to give

you a cup of tea at the end of it?

I didn't expect them to

drive their tanks through us,

gas and rubber b*ll*ts

into us, young fella.

[female actor] It's a mercy

to God no one's hurted.

[male actor] Lily, this

day I confer on you

the freedom of

the city of Derry.

[theatergoers chattering]

I think we're gonna head out.

- Mar, you're k*lling me.

- Francis invited me back to his room.

Oh.

Is that okay?

I won't stay the night.

Yeah. Obviously, it's

it's your last night, Mar.

Do what you want.

So, play's great, huh?

We're leaving.

Thank Christ.

It just breaks your heart,

what's happening over there.

Jesus.

[woman in hall laughs]

That is ridiculous.

- [Chalkie] Dolours, you're here.

- [man in hall] Okay.

- Someone's had a few too many. [laughs]

- [man in hall] Right.

[man in hall] Oh, dear.

Dolours, what's going on?

Don't say my name,

you thick f*ck' c**t.

- Give me your keys.

- Sorry, I thought

- Here, they're in my pocket.

- Chalkie.

- Up.

- Aye, uh

I'm get I'm getting

up. I'm getting up.

[vase shatters]

[Chalkie mutters]

[Dolours] Okay.

- Turn.

- No, I Oh, here.

No, I need to lie down.

I need to lie down.

Chalkie, look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Hey. Chalkie, look at me.

- Do you need some help?

- No, we're grand. Thank you.

- No, we're just over there.

- [Chalkie] You're grand, maybe.

- [hotel guest] Come on.

- [Chalkie] Thank you.

[hotel guest grunts,

chuckles] All right.

Well, someone's gonna

have a hangover tomorrow.

[all laugh]

[Chalkie] Oh, yeah. [laughs]

Oh

[lock clicks]

Hey, where did we park the cars?

This is us. Thank you.

- I might have some aspirin in my room--

- We've got it. Thank you.

[Chalkie] I just

- Here, Dolours. Wait.

- Shut the f*ck up.

- [thuds]

- Uh, Dolours.

Dolours, wait. Dolours!

Where were you? I was worried.

f*cking Chalkie.

What happened?

We're the only ones

with brains, Mar.

I'm scared we're f*cked.

Ma'am? Ma'am, sorry to disturb.

We've just got word

from one of our informants.

He has credible intelligence

about an attack on the mainland.

["Devil's Spoke" plays]

Hail, Holy Queen.

Mother of Mercy.

Ready?

[song continues]

[engine revs]

[crowd cheering]

[radio off]

[chuckling]

- Boy or girl?

- We don't wanna know.

Well, what color are

your wife's n*pples?

Excuse me?

If she's got dark n*pples, it

means you're gonna have a boy.

I I really don't

think that's true.

I bet you a quid it is.

- f*ck off.

- I'll get in on that.

No. Don't be bloody

betting on my wife's n*pples.

[laughing]

Special Branch called.

Palace Barracks just passed on

some intel from an IRA informant.

There's four car

bombs in London today.

- Where?

- We don't know.

We don't have plates, locations.

All we know is the cell's made up of

eight men and three women. All late teens.

They're hiding out

somewhere in London.

- [ignition switch clicks]

- [engine off]

Excuse me. Sorry.

Don't forget to lock up.

[dial clicking]

[line ringing]

- [phone rings]

- [operator] 999, emergency services.

Emergency.

This is an official warning call

from the Irish Republican Army.

There are four car

bombs in London.

The first car can be found

at the army recruiting center.

It's a Hillman Hunter. The

number plate's GHN671L.

KHS232M. New Scotland Yard.

M or N?

Vauxhall Viva, BBX551L. British

Forces Broadcasting Service.

- Ford Cortina

- [siren wailing]

- [feedback squeals]

- [grunts]

- The Old Bailey.

- Give me that last plate again.

You've an hour to

evacuate the area.

[siren wailing]

[onlookers chattering]

Excuse me, mate. What's

going on over there?

[sniffs] f*cking reeks in here.

Jesus Christ.

[clamoring]

Away! Move!

- Only one of us needs to be here for this.

- Just get on with it.

[PA system chimes]

[PA announcer

speaks indistinctly]

Keep your distance.

- We shouldn't be here.

- We're fine.

- We should've stayed at the hotel.

- Look, it's fine. Just keep moving.

One down, three to go.

- That's well done.

- They removed the minute hand, sir.

But looks like it was

set to go off at noon.

I did have one thought, sir. I

mean, they used a long fuse.

Bombers could be out the

country before the cars even blow.

Send word to Special Branch.

Lock all exits. Airports, ferry ports.

We're gate 22.

Dotes?

Do we run?

Um

Everybody just keep

moving. Come on.

We're happy to offer

you a travel voucher.

[traveler] Oh, my God.

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

Ford Cortina. We need

eyes on a Ford Cortina.

Excuse me. Miss?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Would you like to

just wait here for me, please?

- No.

- Thank you.

- What's going on?

- Excuse me, mate. What's going on here?

Keep moving. Keep moving along.

- Come with us. Come here.

- No. Wait. Wait.

Get your hands off me.

What are youse doing?

But I haven't done anything.

I haven't done anything.

This is us. This is us.

Miss.

It's okay. Just keep going.

- Just keep going.

- Miss. Excuse me. Miss.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Get your hands off me, please.

- Where are you traveling?

- Dublin.

Why are you grabbing me?

We've done nothing wrong.

Where are you taking me?

Wait, hold it. Hold it.

This b*mb's wired differently.

It's going to the boot.

How long have you been here?

Are you gonna look at me?

What the f*ck's the matter with

you? You just gonna sit there all day?

What are you doing in London?

- What are you doing in London?

- We know what you're doing in London.

That boy you were with. What's his

name? Francis. You know he's got a record?

What are you doing on holiday

with a member of the IRA?

Look, we don't have time for this.

There's still three car bombs out there.

We need the number plates.

People are going to die.

They've had training.

Get those stupid b*stards

away from the windows!

What's going on?

They're looking in that car.

from the window!

You call yourself a Christian?

Christ. Where do we start?

Am I intended to gather the timing

on the other bombs has expired?

- I haven't got it.

- Get back!

- Go! Get back!

- Go! Get back! Move!

Everyone move!

[muffled shouting]

Charlie.

Charlie!

[keys jangling]

[lock clicks]

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

Wanna know how it turned out?

Two of your cars blew.

200 people injured and maimed.

Where's my sister?

[door closes]

[dog barking]

Mar! Mar!

- It's okay. Okay? It's okay.

- I'm okay.

f*cking Get off!

Strip.

What?

We're testing your

clothes for b*mb residue,

so strip or we'll do it for you.

f*ck off. f*ck

off. I'll do it myself.

Let go of me.

[camera shutter clicks]

We'll not wear prison

clothes. We're not criminals.

Suit yourself.

[barrister] Fingerprint

evidence in your purse.

Evidence in your hotel room.

Evidence out of your notebook.

Look, you need to plead guilty.

We're not pleading guilty.

- Dolours--

- We can't plead guilty.

We don't recognize the court.

[crowd shouting]

That's why we blew

up the courthouse.

Girls, they're going to

pursue the maximum penalty.

[banging]

Now, you don't have a choice.

Your teammate, Roisin?

She's to testify against you.

f*cking traitor.

The best thing you can

do right now is to behave.

No one will believe you two

could've pulled this off on your own.

There's sympathy

for you if you earn it.

Do not engage with the reporters,

and leave your politics outside.

[vehicle door closing]

It's either that or 20 years

in Her Majesty's prison.

[crowd clamoring]

Your call.

[doors close]

Twenty years?

We didn't even k*ll anyone.

I am so sorry, Mar.

- Ah, Dotes--

- No.

I f*cked up.

I really f*cked up.

Dotes, no.

Look what we did.

That's mission accomplished.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

[Dolours sighs]

- [doors open]

- [crowd clamoring]

[camera shutters clicking]

[reporter 1] And here they

come. Here they come now.

The Sisters of Terror.

[person in crowd]

Evil little maniacs!

[reporter 1] Miss

Price? Miss Price!

Miss Price! Miss Price,

do you regret your actions?

Do your troops regret the children

shot dead on Bloody Sunday?

My clients will not be

taking any further questions

Does your government regret

800 years of colonialist terror?

Miss Price, do you agree with

the aims and principles of the IRA?

Don't answer that.

Yes,

I must say that I do.

["I Walk on Guilded

Splinters" plays]