01x02 - Episode 2

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Before I saw you, I didn't know it,

but now, I discover

I'm not a bad poet.

Fiona, last night I wrote a poem

that could also be a song.

It's about you.

Do you love her?

Yeah.

A medieval kind of love.

Bardon's father is trying to

call him into the organisation.

Talking about sacks of fertiliser,

and the purchase of detonators.

Someone told us you were having

problems with your heart.

I just get off the phone from

your cousin Bardon.

Your nan had a heart

attack this morning.

It's your grandmother.

I have decided to recommend you for

three days' compassionate leave.

Last night was an alarm going off.

I'm going to change the venue,

and I will need new people.

If you're one tenth of what

your brother was,

you can earn a grand a week

just looking like how you look.

Dante, I've had this idea

that I could do the tunes

and you could do the words.

What do you say?

This programme contains

strong language, some violent scenes

and some scenes which some viewers

may find upsetting.

SKA MUSIC PLAYS

LIQUID SPLASHES

Out through the door,

run down 20 floors.

Drive along the motorway

until you reach the Milky Way.

Get directions from a spaceman.

Get a lift in a chip van, and there,

in a hurricane

is my nan.

Is it just me?

All except compassionate leave's

been cancelled

because of the hunger strikes.

Where we going?

Birmingham Bronx.

Where?

Chelmsley Wood council estate.

Just get to Birmingham

and head for the plumes of smoke.

Let's get these loaded onto the van.

I thought we were doing the diesel?

You thought wrong.

Is something the matter, son?

And there's a wee parcel

under the sacks.

Get that as well.

So you start a fire,

the funeral pyre

of all that's normal

and flat and dull,

and the afternoon

has its own mad tune.

Then comes the night.

The bad kids fight,

the dope-heads take flight,

the police flash their lights.

And me? I sit at home

and I write.

Jesus, Dad, what the f*ck!

You show me the thing Nana hated

the most the day before we bury her?

When the time comes to bury me,

I'd like good men

standing over my grave,

firing one of these over my coffin.

I'd like one of those men to be you.

So have a f*cking go, son.

I'm wondering

if you're a man at all, Bardon.

She's there, above the tower blocks,

landing on the chimney tops.

Singing with the blackbirds,

"Dante,

"you can take your words,

and put them to a birdsong."

Then bang goes the gong.

All along I've been wrong.

How could I have been so thick?

Words need music.

Why here, Mum?

I used to sing here.

On Saturday nights

when you were little.

Are you sober?

You'd think the news would make me

go back, but it was the opposite.

Last night I drank tea.

Mum, you know it were me

who found Nana on the floor.

She loved you.

She loved you as well.

Nah.

I'm the worthless one.

Mum

She said that.

She said, "You are the daughter

I'm not proud of."

You made a lot of people mad,

saying bad things

cos of how you were.

But you're getting better now, Mum, right?

So am I invited?

Am I allowed to attend my own

mother's funeral or not?

Dad says you can come

but you have to be sober.

Ha-ha!

Ah, yes. Company rules.

No volunteer will

drink before 6pm.

No volunteer will take or

deal in any class A drugs

or share a roof

with anyone who does.

But you're clean now, Mum, right?

Any volunteer who breaks the rules

will have their kneecaps drilled,

or have them shot away.

Bardy, if I come to the funeral,

will you hold my arm?

Please will you hold my arm, Bardy?

There's something

I want to do at the funeral.

Why does that make me nervous?

Well, cos you were always

a nervous little boy.

SHE CHUCKLES

I smell diesel on your coat.

You joined the marching band?

No, I just help with the cones.

It begins with the diesel.

Well with me,

it ends with the diesel.

I know when you're lying.

What?

Some stuff came.

They're planning something,

but I said no.

You said no?

Made it clear.

Nothing is clear with them.

You should pack your bags.

Where would I go?

Be with me in my little bucket.

You're worse than the Ra, Mam.

If you stayed sober

for even a month

Dad could ask permission for you

to move back onto the estate.

Nah, the Ra will allow

no reconciliation.

The Ra does not forgive,

the Ra does not forget.

And, anyway, f*ck 'em.

I'm OK in my little bucket

by the motorway.

Mum, I will hold your arm.

Just be sober.

Be yourself

when you're funny and nice.

SHE LAUGHS

What songs did you sing?

Shirley Bassey

Judy Garland.

It's only Rebel music now.

In those days, we just had a laugh.

Too much of a laugh, Mum.

Yeah.

Probably.

Probably.

Mum, if you want,

I'll get the bus with you tomorrow.

We can have sandwiches

and cakes, like when I was a kid.

Smoking on the top deck.

Yeah, bus back full of drunks.

SHE LAUGHS

Bardy

Not being with you is like carrying

a chisel in my heart.

We'll get the bus to Birmingham

tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.

Yeah.

I'll bring the cakes.

Just be there.

You. Yourself.

I'll leave the wicked witch

in the bucket by the big road.

See you at the bus stop,

my nervous little baby.

And wash that f*cking diesel

out of your clothes,

or you'll get so you can't even

smell it.

If you're late, I'll go without you.

It is you

Oh, yeah

It is you, you ♪

This was my first suit.

I bought it when I was 17

at Palmer's in Kingston Town.

And I did wear it with this hat.

I can't wear this to a funeral.

Your nan loved hats.

She would want you to have some

Style?

She'd want you to have

some stoosh, you know?

You don't like those old words.

Yeah, well, I see you stand up

and look good in this suit,

take me back, you know?

Back where you didn't want to be?

What that girl name again?

Fiona.

Your mama was my Fiona.

My first love.

I was lucky. She liked me.

You need somebody

There's a girl called Jeannie now.

Boy, you move fast, see.

Nah.

Jeannie's just funny.

She writes music.

Your brother coming back today.

You should talk to him.

About what?

About being 18.

Talk to him about spending

a night out in Babylon

and being all right.

It doesn't look like me.

But it is you, Dante.

This is who you are.

About a month ago,

your nan said to me,

"You can't keep that boy

shut up in a box.'

So, today, in her honour

I'm opening up the box.

But just a lickle.

Rock-hard and gorgeous.

DUB REGGAE PLAYS

Hello, uncle Eamonn.

Welcome home, Gregory.

Sorry to bring you all

the way up here,

but Special Branch follow me round.

I didn't think you'd want them

to have photos of you and me alone.

What do you want?

You know what I am,

and I know what you are.

I thought it'd be a good idea for us

to arrange a truce

before the funeral.

I've had plenty to drink already.

Celebrating getting

out of hell for a few days?

A truce

in her honour.

Yeah.

Agreed.

There'll be some of our people

there.

Well, we can talk about the weather.

The hunger strikes are getting

people to act out of character.

But the truce will hold.

That, I can swear.

Let's start the truce now, Gregory.

Go on.

Oh!

You take after your da.

He could drink.

He's been on the wagon for

four years now, you know.

How's Estella?

Riding her addictions madly

through the streets of Coventry

like Lady Godiva.

I'm surprised one of your comrades

hasn't introduced her

to the underside of a bus.

She was found guilty of having

a big mouth, that's all.

I keep an eye on her.

I still love her

if you want the truth.

Love?

In Coventry?

Yeah.

Mad f*cking English junkie and still

somewhere in my attic, up here,

is a picture of her

at sweet 16.

Ah, yeah.

Sweet 16.

I loved you as I'd never

loved before ♪

You hate us

but you're learning our songs?

Since first I saw

you on the village green

Come to me

ere my dream of love is o'er

BOTH: # I love you as I loved you

When you were sweet 16. ♪

The only good thing about you

Irish b*stards is your music.

DOOR SLAMS SHU

The boy with the ball is strong

and tall and talented and gifted,

and when his hood is lifted,

instead of a head,

there's a football instead.

It's like the ball is tied

to his shoes.

They say he could've

played for the Blues

But he's got these birds

flying around his head,

saying, "f*ck football.

Be a poet instead."

Dad said you only play

football on your own now.

She's not gone, y'know.

Of course she's not.

People don't go

if you don't let them.

I won't let her go.

How is it over there?

Belfast?

It's f*cked up.

How's it been over here?

f*cked up.

I thought you'd be famous

by now, you know,

playing for the Blues.

I no longer engage in any activity

that pits working-class people

against each other.

Dad said these days you read a lot.

HE LAUGHS

Did he say, "He reads a lot,"

like he's proud, or did he say,

"He reads a lot," like it's bad?

He just said, "Him read a whole heap

o' book, you know."

So I don't know.

Maybe he just means too much.

Do you read about politics?

Yeah.

About p*rn*graphy? What?!

I'm just asking.

Cos you don't go to dances,

you don't get into trouble.

I just don't

You sound like you're accusing me

of something.

I'm not accusing you of nothing.

I was asking around about you.

Around the estate.

Mostly people say the same thing,

that they never see you.

Dad keeps me in.

There was this one old guy, though.

He walks his dog at night.

Said he saw you on the bridge.

Like, standing on the bridge.

Like, on the edge.

When Dad was drinking

people laughing at him

I went to the bridge

and I looked down.

No-one will understand

what happened next.

It's my job to stand on a bridge

and look down, Dante, not yours.

I had words come into my head.

Words of explanation.

Words in no order, but I knew

that if I could put them in the

right order

I would understand.

Understand what?

I don't know.

I haven't put them

in the right order yet.

The old guy said it was recent.

I go back there.

I have to go back and stand there

to get the feeling sometimes.

Then I always step back.

Yeah, until the day you decide

not to step back.

I've got too much to do first.

With words?

Yeah.

If you ever, ever think about not

stepping back,

I have your hand, OK?

That f*cking hurts.

Yeah, I know, it's meant to hurt,

make you remember

that I have your hand.

Nan has your other hand

and I've got this one.

So if you ever, and I mean ever,

think about not stepping back,

I need you to feel this.

Do you understand?

Good to have you back, brother.

HE SCOFFS

You ready for tomorrow?

I'm going to wear a hat.

What hat?

When I wear Dad's hat,

I feel like dancing.

OK.

So, tomorrow, when it's done,

you and me,

we're going to go dancing.

ORGAN INTRODUCTION PLAYS

Many rivers to cross

But I can't seem to find

My way over

Wandering, I am lost

As I travel along the white

cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross

And it's only my will

That keeps me alive

I've been licked,

washed up for years

CAMERA CLICKS

And I merely survive

Because of my pride ♪

Hold it up.

Gentlemen.

Oh, that loneliness

won't leave me alone ♪

BELL TOLLS IN DISTANCE

It's such a drag to be

on your own ♪

How have you been, man?

Studying a lot. Yeah, and me.

LIGHTER CLICKS

What the f*ck is this? My dad's.

When he was a bad boy.

Everybody gets a turn at being

a bad boy except me. Come, Dante.

In a minute, Dad.

Somebody told me you'd been

scouted by a football team.

Not really a football team.

Birmingham City.

So, are you gonna play?

I didn't turn up for the trials.

I saw this nice tree.

Decided to climb it.

When I was in the tree,

I had a better idea.

You haven't changed then, Dante.

You're still a f*cking lazy,

messed-up Brummie weirdo.

I'm not lazy.

All the others, yeah.

BOTH LAUGH

Are you still dancing? Yeah.

Have you ever heard of

Rock Steady dancing? No. Why?

Are you boys coming in or what?

I actually can't stand for Nana

to be in a box.

I mean, it's like hell for her.

Yeah, she even hated phone boxes.

I can't go in, Bardy.

No, we'll wait outside.

CAMERA CLICKS IN DISTANCE

Bardon, I swear to God,

somebody just took our photograph.

Yeah, that'll be the Special Branch.

Your dad's still a rebel?

Oh, Dante,

he's the f*cking King of Coventry.

And you should keep your distance.

Anybody in the same photo as me

will go on their list.

Look at the hat, I'm a rebel.

HE CHUCKLES

I don't give a f*ck about lists.

What do you give a f*ck about

these days, Dante?

HE SIGHS

Last night, I wrote something

for Nana.

A song.

Come and listen.

"The willow tree I stood beneath,

and cried.

"She found me and asked me,

'What the hell?' and I lied

"She always had a word

for things that I feel.

"I always think of her

when I smell orange peel."

What'd you think?

I thought it was a song.

Why didn't you sing? I can't sing.

What did you think of the words?

I was expecting to be surprised

and hear something f*cking amazing.

However, it was really, really bad.

The words are true though, Bardy.

I only write true things.

I mean, seriously, "orange peel"?

She used to peel my oranges.

See

If it's true, it makes you see

things and it breaks your heart.

And there's this girl

and she gave me a cassette.

What are you talking about, Dante?

I listened to it and it's OK.

You asked me what I give

a f*ck about.

Well, there's this girl

who came to my bridge.

And then, Bardy, I remembered,

you used to sing those rebel songs

at parties with your dad,

on the flute when we were kids.

And I remembered,

you had a good voice.

And just now, I thought Nan might've

liked it if I wrote the words

and you sung them and this skinhead

girl wrote the music.

CLACKING APPROACHES

f*ck.

Mum!

Oh, sh*t.

Mum, what are you doing?

I hitch hiked.

Jesus, Mama,

you got into cars with strangers.

I missed the bus by one minute.

But I remembered the cakes.

You've been drinking.

I want to go in.

It's my mother.

Mum, if Dad sees you like this

f*ck him! And f*ck 'em all!

I wanna say goodbye to my mother.

And I will.

Hello, Aunt Estella.

Who's this big lump?

I'm Dante.

Holy sh*t, the size of him now.

Oh!

SHE SNIFFLES, SIGHS

I like the hat.

I think it's actually alive.

OK, I've walked all the way

from the M6 slip road

and these heels

are ripping my feet up

and I'm not sure I can walk

any further.

Dante, you hold my right arm,

Bardy, you hold my left arm.

Take me into that church or I swear

to God, I will set it on fire.

If she says she'll set

the church on fire,

she will set the church on fire.

Take her other arm.

All right, let's go.

CONGREGATION: # ..wither

and perish, but

..nought changeth thee

Great Father of glory

Pure Father of light

Thine angels adore thee

All veiling their sight

All laud we would render

O, help us to see

'Tis only the splendour

of light ♪

Take me up to the front!

..hideth thee ♪

DOOR CLOSES

WHISPERING

WHISPERING: It's Estella.

Yeah, it's Estella.

Did you know she was coming?

Right

Ladies and gentlemen.

Hymns are all very well,

but I am here to say goodbye

to my mother.

In my own way.

In the way she would've wanted.

I'm going to sing

her favourite song.

When I was little and I would

sing it, she would always cry.

Mum, please. Shut up and listen!

SHOCKED WHISPERING

SHAKILY: # When all the world

Is a hopeless jumble

And the raindrops tumble

all around

Heaven

..opens a magic lane

When all the clouds

darken up the skyway

There's a rainbow highway

to be found

Leading from your window pane

To a place behind the sun

Just a step beyond

the ra-a-a-a-ain

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare

to dream

Really do come true ♪

Bye, Nana.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds

are far behind me

Where troubles melt

like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll ♪

That's what I'm talking about.

..find me ♪

Truth.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why, then, oh, why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly

Beyond the rainbow, why

Oh

Why

..can'tI? ♪

Estella, my love.

OK, Dante.

Dad says it's time.

Time for what? Time for all that.

f*ck off! Baptism of fire.

Is that it, Gregory?

Today, all you need to do

is stay with me.

We'll raise a toast to Nan.

Dante, you can drink water

if you want.

Look at ya.

You're dressed for a funeral

and you're wearing Dad's hat.

Look like a proper rude boy.

What's a rude boy?

Inside the Happy Trooper,

you're going to find rude boys,

skinheads and Zulus.

The rude boys come up from Coventry,

the skinheads are from white council

estates in Redditch and Shirley,

and the Zulus are mostly from

round 'ere, and they're in charge.

Luckily, most of the Zulus

are my friends from the past,

so they should leave you alone.

Unless you do something

really weird.

Dante? Don't do anything weird, OK?

Good man.

MUFFLED REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC: Enjoy Yourself

by Prince Buster

Virgil.

HE CHUCKLES

All right, mucker.

Who the f*ck's Virgil?

Roman poet from the second century.

Here, you two.

It's me old mate, Wire.

These two boys are with me.

My brother and my cousin.

So leave them alone.

FRIEND CHUCKLES

Dante! You look amazing.

This is Dante, he helped me

shift the stuff we looted.

He did what? The only thing

he wanted to keep was a spaceman.

What spaceman? Dante, come with me.

There's still lots

of the good stuff left.

You can take your pick

for helping me.

Dante, what f*cking spaceman?

Did you listen to the music? Yes.

Bardon, come over here.

Bardon can sing.

RUSTLING

Bardon, show her. Sing something.

Dante, your brother said

don't do anything weird.

You're being weird.

Trust me, my cousin can sing

like a bird.

This girl is Jeannie, she looks

like that, but she writes music.

And then in between you two,

there's me.

All this stuff was stolen, right?

Liberated. Outsiders have to pay.

He's our singer,

he doesn't have to pay.

Dante, what the f*ck you

talking about, "our singer"?

There's somebody I want to impress.

I want her to listen

to my heart breaking.

Was he like this when he was born?

We'll use the lock-up

where I put the spaceman.

Dante, what f*cking spaceman?

Let him talk.

I think he's having an idea.

The three of us will write a song

and put it on a cassette

and then I will take it to

Sutton Coldfield, where she lives.

Sutton f*cking Coldfield? Or to

the record shop where she works.

It's a song about love.

Love? I want to express it in a way

she will understand.

Jeannie, come and dance.

Sorry, she's busy.

WHISPERED: No, it's OK.

Come 'ere. No, wait, wait.

f*ck. Dante, let's go

and find your brother.

We can all meet at the lock-ups,

I'll bring a cassette recorder.

f*cking rude boy.

That hat belongs to my dad.

f*ck your dad.

That hat belongs to my dad.

Dante, come. We'll tell your brother

and he will get the hat back.

That hat

belongs to my dad.

Oh, f*ck.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

This hat belongs to my dad.

f*ck off.

GLASS SHATTERS

Right, f*cking come on, then! Go on!

Let them walk!

..who could ever preach you

He was a son of a preacher man

The only guy who could teach me

He was a son of

a preacher man ♪

Just breathe.

Come on.

Oh, yes, he was

Yes, he was ♪

Jesus, did you know he could do

that? No.

Neither did he.

It's in the blood. Dad could fight.

Army middleweight champion,

Catterick 1969.

Did I hurt anybody?

Yeah.

Me.

You broke my f*cking heart.

My My hands are shaking.

Try this. It'll calm you down.

So What the f*ck?

DANTE COUGHS

A fight about a hat?

Yeah.

Thing is though, Dante,

you were good.

Two big lads that

I know can handle themselves,

and you put 'em down in ten seconds.

You looked like a natural.

That's not what I want.

Yeah, well

Don't matter what you want.

Some people have it,

some people don't.

Well, I don't want it.

Some of the people who just

witnessed what you did

are people that are always

on the lookout.

Like scouts.

This is how it starts, Dante.

You get spotted in the bar

with a Trooper, you get recruited.

You make some money,

you make some more money,

and then you get caught

and you go to jail.

And you're just one more

black kid in Winson Green.

Dante, don't laugh, it's not funny.

That's nearly what happened to me.

That's why I got out.

When I'm gone, there's going to be

a knock at the door.

And somebody's going to offer you

free tickets to a football game.

And on the coach, you're going to

hear all these stories

about the mighty Zulus.

And it looks like a laugh,

stealing f*g machines,

rigging fruit machines, but then you

get involved with ill*gal clampers,

you start stealing cars,

dealing dope.

They're good people,

but they're dangerous.

That isn't who I am, Gregory.

Yeah, and Bardon isn't

a volunteer for the Ra.

"That isn't who I am", he says.

But they'll get him in the end.

Cos he's a smart Provo boy

from a family of three generations,

so they will get him in the end.

The only way to get away from these

places is to get your body away.

If you don't get away,

you just become what everybody

already thinks you are.

Go home.

Don't let Dad see your fists.

Come here.

Go with him.

SOFTLY: f*ck.

KNOCKING

Deuce, somebody stole my shoes

from the graveyard

and I've no way of getting home.

And I know you've been to the

same corner of hell where I am,

and I just wanted to

ask your advice.

Can I come in?

Yes, of course.

What you doing up here?

Think I come here to pray.

You pray to the M6?

You could have sectarian conflicts

with people that worship the M1.

Nah The M1 people are fine.

It's those M40 b*stards that I hate.

What a family we are, eh?

I haven't told a living soul

this, Dante

but yesterday,

my dad took delivery of all the

ingredients needed to make bombs.

Like big f*cking bombs.

See?

The bridge does that to people.

Like a confessional.

He's trying to bring me in.

So I'm thinking of going down there

on the slip road right now,

putting out my thumb

and f*cking off to London.

Sorry, you can't do that.

Why not? You've got to sing my song.

For some bird in Sutton Coldfield

you're in love with?

Not just that.

What else?

OK

Bridge-induced confession.

I've got to do something to stop

myself thinking

nothing is worth doing.

And right now, that something

is writing a song.

I've got a guitar, a tin whistle

and a big f*cking Irish drum.

I'll bring them along.

And if you don't have feelings

for that girl, Jeannie, I like her.

What about her boyfriend?

I'll threaten him with you.

DANTE CHUCKLES

I hope we're not sh*t.

Nah, we won't be sh*t.

We'll take over the

'ole f*cking world.

I can see clearly now

that the rain is gone

Well, I can see all obstacles in

my way

Yeah

Gone are the dark clouds

that used to make me blind

Well, it's gonna be a bright

Bright

Oh, bright

Bright sunshiny

Sunshiny day

Oh, I can see a bright

Bright

Oh, little bright now

Bright sunshiny

Sunshiny day

Uh, uh, yeah

Looka here. ♪

The middle fingers of

the other two of my doormen

who opened your security doors

and allowed the looters in.

I hope this proves to you

that my apologies are sincere.

And I hope that we can continue our

productive business relationship,

when you collect the insurance money

and reopen your nightclub.

When it reopens,

it won't be a nightclub.

It will be a music venue.

And I can't consider

doing business with you

until I have received

the sufficient level of contrition.

Take it out.

And put it in your mouth.

HE LAUGHS

What?

As an act of contrition to prove

the depth of your remorse.

Put the finger in your mouth.

HE LAUGHS

f*ck off.

OK, let me try this another way.

Put the finger in your mouth

or I pull the trigger.

And you know I'll pull the trigger

because you know I have holes

all over Birmingham

where I can put you

and cover you up with concrete and

the next person to see your bones

will be a f*cking archaeologist.

Why?

Why d'you want me to do that?

To control a city,

men like me need legends of madness.

You are engaged

in a legendary moment.

Put the finger in your mouth

or be a dead person.

g*n CLICKS

WIRE BREATHES HEAVILY

HE GRUNTS

HE GULPS

All the way.

HE CHOKES

I'm changing the venue to

cater for a younger audience.

The dinner-dance market, it's dead.

And I will need security,

but I will need people I know

I can trust to never let me down.

Can I trust you to never let me

down again?

HE GULPS

Good.

See, now we're in a good place.

It's a place of trust.

WIRE GULPS

Spit it out.

WIRE SPLUTTERS

HE PANTS

HE SPITS

It's a waste of f*cking single malt.

f*ck you, you mad f*cking b*stard.

Mad is right.

Madness and legends of madness.

The knowledge that I just might.

So, now

HE SIGHS

Do I hear news amongst

the various jungles

and swamps that

fester around this city?

And I heard about an incident

on the Chelmsley Wood estate.

In terms of future potential,

talk to me about Virgil's brother.

I'm watching the birds taking off.

And I'm thinking about you.

I'm watching the clouds opening up.

And I'm thinking about you.

I'm watching the traffic

in the rain.

There's people

waiting for the train.

The lights have just

come on above the shops.

And everything says your name.

I want to walk around beside you.

I want to hear your voice,

I want to show you things

that I won't let anyone see.

Cos you make me see

beautiful things

and you make me

feel beautiful things.

And I can see them.

And I can feel them, everywhere.

So give me a day, I'll walk you

away from everything

that's in your way.

Give me your time

and I'll give you mine

and we can make everything shine.

Because you make me see

And you make me feel

And you make all

these beautiful things real.

Bardon!

I'm going out.

I have a wee task for you, son.

I need you to go

and make a phone call, son.

From a phone box, yeah.

What call?

Just call that number.

Use those code words. They'll know

it's real. Know what's real?

In half an hour, a b*mb will go off

inside Coventry rail station. f*ck.

COINS JANGLE

They need 20 minutes

to clear the station,

so you have ten minutes, Bardon.

Welcome, son.

Come here, give me a hug.

HE GRUNTS

The train station's full of people.

Unless you make the call,

a lot of them will die.

We've decided you'll make the call.

It's time a son of mine stepped up.

Now go to the phone box

and make the call! You f*ck!

Bang is 10:30.

You have nine minutes.

Go and do your duty.

BARDON BREATHES SHAKILY

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT DOWNSTAIRS

DOOR OPENS, SLAMS

f*ck!

HANDSET CLATTERS

SHE SCREAMS

What? No! What the f*ck?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

What're you doing?!

I'm really sorry.

SHE YELPS

Sorry.

Thank you.

DIAL TONE DRONES

CALL DIALS

COINS CLATTER

PHONE BEEPS REPEATEDLY

Agh! f*ck

Speaking, how can I help you?

Michael Collins.

Code word Michael Collins.

There's a b*mb.

Coventry train station.

In the station.

I don't know what platform.

Michael Collins.

What the hell?! I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sorry

How was the funeral? Who's asking?

Commander Bentley, Special Branch.

Inside the envelope,

there are photos.

Taken last night at midnight

inside Coventry Rail Station.

I've got a ferry to catch.

If I tell the ferry to wait,

it'll wait.

Open the envelope.

It's an order, Sergeant Williams.

Two platforms blown to shreds.

Were there casualties?

Not this time.

The Coventry brigade has been

activated.

And according to our surveillance,

the funeral you just attended,

you have intimate connections with

some of its most senior members.

Related by blood.

By the way, the call was made by a

boy, estimated age about 18.

Think you might know him.

UNDER HIS BREATH: f*ck.

Yeah. "f*ck."

So, Sergeant Williams,

this is how it's going to be.

You'll return to your unit in

Belfast where you are

already under consideration

for psychiatric assessment.

You'll be recommended for indefinite

leave away from active service.

You'll return to the family

home in Birmingham

where you will engage

with those members of your family

with connections to the

Coventry branch of the IRA.

Your next question is going to be,

"Are you asking me to spy on my own

family?" to which I answer "No".

I'm not asking you to spy

on your own family.

I'm ordering you to spy

on your own family.

If I say "No"

I'm going to pretend

I didn't hear you say that, Sarge.

If you refuse to carry out

my orders, I'll have you

on a charge of desertion.

You'll go to f*cking jail.

Keep those if you like.

Keep them as part of

your family photo album.

f*cking sweet family you've got,

haven't you, Sergeant.

CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS

HE DRIVES AWAY

This is where we find out

if we're any good.

All we need now is our lead singer.

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds

are far behind me

Where troubles melt

like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

CAR BEEPS

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere

Over the rainbo-o-o-ow

Birds fly over the rainbo-o-o-o-w

Somewhere over the rainbo-o-o-w

Birds fly over the rainbow

VOCALISING