Say Nothing (2024) s01e02 Episode Script

1
[whispering] Next time,
I choose the costumes.
I look about ten times
more celibate than you.
- You are ten times more celibate than me.
- Shut up.
Sure. On you go, sister.
Thank you.
And how can I help
you today, sister?
I, um [clears throat]
I want to deposit a check.
Come on now, Ginny. We've
been through this a hundred times.
No you aren't. They
don't let in women.
- [Ginny gasps]
- Well, we're the first, lady. Okay?
So, put the money in the bag.
- Jesus, a gun! Oh, my God.
- All right! All of you, listen up!
We are liberating funds for
the Irish Republican Army.
Mother Superior.
Everyone down
on the ground, now!
Everyone, hands on your head.
Get down.
Go on, missus. On
the ground, please.
No, this is sacrilege, this is.
I'll not be having any part of it.
Ah, no, it's just a bit of flair, love. All
right? Go on, pretty please. On the--
No. You should be
ashamed of yourselves.
[whispering] She won't lie down.
The fuck am I supposed to do?
I think we're gonna have to
make an example of her, like.
- [whispering] She's a hundred years old.
- [whispering] Yeah.
[normal] Read your handbook. Anyone
who resists is disloyal to the cause.
- [normal] She's fucking Catholic.
- I'm Catholic too, by the way.
[stammers] Just
shoot her in the foot.
Hey! How come she gets to stand?
[all scream, cry]
- Down!
- [Dolours] Okay!
Okay, okay, okay.
Money in the bag.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!
Okay, Ginny. Ginny, is it? Yeah?
Okay. Just relax, Ginny. It's okay.
I'm doing this for your family
as much as mine, okay?
I just want our kids to grow
up in a free Ireland. Okay, love?
Okay.
That's okay. Good girl.
Don't be holding out
on me now, Ginny love.
[in Gaelic] You
don't want those bills.
Those are marked.
[in Gaelic] Thank you Ginny. OK.
[in English] Mother
Superior. We're away.
["Big Time" playing]
[both laughing]
You drive your daddy's car-- ♪
[song ends]
[helicopter whirring]
[sirens wailing in distance]
Chin up, Penelope. I hear
they have a tennis court.
Welcome to Palace Barracks,
sir. How was the trip over?
Forty-five minutes.
Right. Well
[explosion in distance]
[soldiers shouting]
That's why we need your daddy,
love. He's come to help win the war.
It's not a war.
It's an insurgency.
Gold star, Penelope. Remember
why we insist on calling it that?
'Cause calling it a war
gives the terrorists legitimacy.
Very good.
So, this is the war room, which
we need to rename, clearly.
We'll get right on that.
Just to get you situated, sir.
We've got the Protestants to
the east. These areas are friendly.
And the Catholics out
here to the wild west.
Both sides have their own paramilitary
factions. Both are planting bombs daily.
I'm less worried about the Protestants.
In principle, they're on our side.
Correct. They also have
most of the guns. Thank God.
The IRA, the Catholic insurgents,
how many of ours have they killed?
We've lost 40 men so far,
mostly to bombings and shootings.
They claim they aren't
targeting civilians,
but the death toll's
rising by the day.
I'm not surprised. A
bomb's a blunt instrument,
especially in the hands of someone
with no education or training.
Yes, sir.
These are the
major players, hmm?
Admittedly, some of the younger
generation have proved a tad elusive.
[smacks lips]
[dog whining]
Though we did have one stroke
of luck just last night though.
It's Gerry Adams's dog, sir.
That's a true story. The
Brits had stolen Gerry's dog.
- [Mackers, chuckling] His dog?
- [chuckling] Yeah.
Though, what you
have to remember is,
at that time, British intelligence
Well, they were a wee bit shite.
Just ask Brendan.
Oh, aye. Total shite. I mean,
the Brits were a fucking mess.
[both laugh]
The Brits raided a
house on the Lower Falls
looking for me and Gerry, right?
Gerry A! We're looking
for Gerry Adams!
[paratroopers shouting]
Do you hear that,
Gerry? You're famous.
Looking for Gerry Adams.
Start knocking on doors.
Fuck's sake. They got Shane.
[Older Brendan] What they found
instead was one very confused black Lab.
You know if your wee dog turns
informant, I'll put a bullet in him myself.
Shane'd never do
that, right. He's loyal.
He's only loyal 'cause
you feed him, dickhead.
Would you look at that?
He's forgotten you already.
[paratroopers
speaking indistinctly]
[whistles]
Me and Gerry were
on the run, right?
And that meant we didn't sleep at
home. We slept wherever we happen to be.
[paratrooper] You, stop there!
Go!
[Older Brendan]
Anytime we saw a Brit,
all we had to do was
knock on the nearest door.
[paratroopers
speak indistinctly]
Find him!
[door opens]
Fuck me.
How are you, Geraldine love?
You okay? Here, here.
Give us your wee hand.
Here. Take this pistol,
right? Thank you.
[Older Brendan] Me and Gerry
had the whole of West Belfast
- eating out of the palm of our hands.
- Thank you, love.
All the Brits had
was that fucking dog.
[both laugh]
We used to kick the dog
when Gerry wasn't looking.
I think it was a Protestant
dog. Do you want a beer?
We thought the animal might
lead us to the man himself.
And has he told
you anything yet?
You do not know what Gerry
Adams looks like, correct?
That's currently,
um, accurate, sir.
So, how will you know when the
dog has correctly identified him?
[Shane barks]
[whines]
Perhaps that man's Gerry
Adams. Congratulations.
[Older Brendan] The Brits had a
problem. They didn't know who was IRA.
The only member of D-Company who
had been captured was my partner, Jimmy.
And Jimmy wasn't talking.
[lieutenant 1] His
name's Jimmy Dooley.
Word is he's D-Company.
Works closely with the Dark.
[grunts]
This chap called the
Dark, what do we know?
[lieutenant 1] Not much.
Know he's ruthless.
His unit's planting more
bombs than anyone in the north.
And we know he's beloved.
Most of these guys, sir,
they say they're fighting
in the name of the people.
[Jimmy gasps, straining]
In Kenya, there was one terrorist unit
who were beloved by the local tribes.
They believed that the
leader could not be killed.
After we killed him, the rebellion
came apart like wet tissue paper.
Everything stops until
we locate the Dark.
[lieutenant 1] Sir.
- [Jimmy grunts]
- And fetch that fellow a doctor.
He can't talk if he's dead.
[Jimmy straining]
They could beat us,
they could shoot us, they
could drive their tanks over us.
But the one thing they could
never get us to do was talk, right?
Silence was our power.
[radio presenter]
Here in Belfast,
IRA women aren't typically
in the habit of robbing banks.
Listen to this. RTE and Radio Four.
And I was right about the habit puns.
You know Brendan
didn't authorize this, right?
Isn't he liable to, like,
shoot us in the knees?
Only if we keep the money.
Besides, he should be thrilled with us.
Dotes, we made 38 quid.
Ah. We're all anybody's talking
about and that's fucking priceless.
[knocking on door]
You're wanted at the mortuary.
Who died?
Youse are down the hall.
The one with the black door.
Go on, have a seat.
Suppose we should have a
conversation about following orders.
Yes. Look, we apologize.
We accept full responsibility, and
we're ready for our next assignment.
[chuckles]
Do you know what I'd do to
you if you were one of my men?
[chuckling] Yeah, well, luckily,
we're just [normal] very sorry.
Did you see we
made RTE at least?
The nuns were a nice touch.
Oh. For fuck's sake, Gerry.
They made about 38 quid.
Told you.
Well, I did have a wee
idea just this morning.
Something sure to
make the British press.
Go on, then.
Your man, Jimmy, was picked
up by the Brits, wasn't he?
Yes. Why?
We were thinking, you know,
maybe we could liberate him.
- A jailbreak?
- Catch yourself on.
You cannot just storm
the Palace Barracks doors.
You'll be dead before
you hit the parade ground.
Yeah, but Jimmy's not in the
barracks, is he? He's in hospital.
Mar, tell them.
Jimmy needs abdominal surgery.
They beat him so badly,
they ruptured his appendix.
They're sending him to
the hospital in the morning.
Mar volunteers in
the children's ward.
- I work with the wee spastics.
- Touching.
Listen, she's seen Jimmy's room.
It's one guard and a pair of handcuffs.
- It's easier than robbing a bank.
- And think of the propaganda value.
I mean, between the
bombs and the dead weans,
this war's right fucking dreary.
But something like this, you
know, if it's successful, it's--
It's a big fucking if, Dolours.
Well, I mean, I don't know.
People could use a bit of
luck and craic. [chuckles]
Exactly. I'm thinking you could come,
Ger. Sure have the costumes already.
Don't be cheeky. Gerry's
busy running the war.
He's not got time
to babysit you two.
- Course not.
- [Gerry] Anyway.
It's your company,
Brendan. It's your call.
If they could pull it off, you'd
have the most loyal unit in the north.
I've already got the most
loyal unit in the north.
What do you think your
men would want, sir?
[machine beeping]
Drop it, you fucking
Easter egg, you.
This man's a prisoner of
war. We're taking him home.
- Give me the keys.
- I've not got them.
- I'm not gonna ask you again, sunshine.
- Look, I told you--
[Dolours gasps]
Check his pockets.
Don't worry, lad. I've got you.
- They're not there.
- Fuck.
- Fuck.
- I've got them.
[snapping]
I'm sorry.
All right. Get the fucking
door. Let's go. Let's go, go, go.
Relax. Relax.
We're liberating you.
Could you not have waited
until they liberated my appendix?
My stomach's fucking
on fire here, Brendan.
Whoa. Back it up. Back
it up. Peelers. Peelers.
[hospital staff chattering]
[Brendan] Did they see us?
Don't know.
We'll go for the lift. Cover us.
- All right?
- [Dolours] Fuck.
Put it down!
[nurses exclaiming]
Put the gun down!
Let's go!
Get to the back.
Get to the back.
[nurses exclaim]
[Brendan] Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
Fuck's sake.
Don't fucking move!
Fuck!
[in Gaelic] Welcome
back, my friend.
[kisses]
[laughs]
All right, girls. I'll tell Gerry
you were good wee operators.
What's the craic? How's
the kids getting on?
All good, Dark.
Whenever you finish a job,
you'd head to Divis, right?
You know, the place
was a fucking fortress.
You knew the whole community
had your back. Women, kids.
And they'd made anyone
good neighbors, see?
There was one
woman. A mother of ten.
Do you know who
I'm talking about?
[Older Brendan] Aye, you're, uh
you're talking about Jean McConville.
[chattering]
A lot of bad things
happened in those days.
Aye, well, that one, uh
that one was that one
was particularly nasty.
Can you tell David to
tuck this away for me?
Uh, there's there's
no David here.
Is he not?
No, this is our flat.
Would you mind then, love?
Just doing us a wee favor?
Why?
'Cause you're part of Divis.
We look after each other here.
- Oh, just put it in your flat.
- They search my flat.
That's not my problem. Sorry.
Right. I'll be sure and
pass that message along.
We're not getting involved.
We live here. We're involved.
[Mackers] Can you tell us
why the widow was taken away?
I suppose I suppose it all
came down to one thing, really.
Loyalty. Loyalty.
[Older Dolours] In
Palace Barracks,
the hospital job was a
finger right in their eye.
The trouble was, you couldn't
pull off something like that
and stay anonymous forever.
Gentlemen, I think some of
these strapping young lasses
are on the wrong
side of the board.
[Older Dolours] At least that's
what our spies were telling us.
There's a new face at Palace
Barracks. Brigadier Frank Kitson.
Brits brought him in after
Colonel Mitchell got the sack.
[clicks tongue]
Well, that's too bad.
I'd heard Colonel couldn't
find shite up a dead bird's bum.
Yeah, well, this new fella's
a whole other story, Dark.
He's got every interrogator in
the place asking after D-Company.
- Reckon he wants an informant.
- With my men?
No. No, my men would sooner
sell out their own ma than turn tout.
Well, if we've got spies,
they can have spies.
For fuck's sake, Gerry, mate, you'd
make the coffee nervous. What else?
Well, not much.
His last posting was in Kenya somewhere.
He's always reading the racing form--
- Hang on. What year did he serve in Kenya?
- What's the issue?
Well, there was a revolution in the
'50s, I think. The Brits put it down.
What happened?
No one knows. They
burned all the records.
Do you want to do a wee bit
more sniffing around for us?
- See what you can find?
- Mmm.
Well done, mate.
[Brendan] What are you
shitting your cacks for?
I'm shitting my cacks
'cause this guy, Kitson,
has got tanks and bombs and a
7-billion-pound defense budget.
- What have we got?
- The working man, Gerry.
- The working man? The working man.
- The working man.
- Who You're the working man, are you?
- I am indeed. Aye.
You haven't done a
day's work in your life.
Fuck up.
[guard] Sir.
Ah. I thought I'd better
sort this flicker out, sir,
before it gives you a migraine.
Sir.
Transcripts of the
Dooley interrogation.
I'd say we've as much chance of getting
that dog to talk as we do those men.
[chuckles]
You're local, Private.
I'm from Londonderry, sir.
Born and bred in the Waterside.
It's the Protestant area, yes?
I'd be curious to know your
perspective on the interrogations.
Sir, would it not be better to
discuss this matter in private?
Why? Don't you trust this man?
I, uh
I'd really rather just share
my opinion privately, sir.
No, I want you to
share it in front of him.
Very well.
When I see an
electrician missing a finger,
I tend to think IRA bomb maker.
[chuckles] I Now, that's--
Hush!
The electrical work is one of the
only decent jobs Catholics can get.
They're often trained
by the government,
and they reward their employer
by joining the insurgency.
That's fascinating.
My record is spotless.
And a man with nothing
to hide has nothing to fear.
- Sergeant.
- Sir.
[Kitson] Escort this
gentleman to B-Ward.
[electrician] Fucking cunt.
All right, then.
I'm forming my own unit.
I need local people,
observant people.
So, unless you've some
overriding passion for stenography
No, sir.
And if I may ask, what
is the mission exactly?
D-Company.
You know, after the hospital
job, I didn't sleep a wink.
The cops had seen me.
I knew I'd been rumbled.
So I did the only thing
I could think to do.
You know, I don't wanna brag,
but it was the best fucking
decision I ever made.
You know, that day, we
were headed to a wake.
We were meeting the
guys from D-Company.
And, well, y-you didn't really
see them out much in public.
Not unless somebody died.
Wakes and funerals. Those were
the only times we'd all be together.
A fact that was well known
by British Intelligence.
[chattering]
Have you seen this yet?
She might be the prettiest
member of D-Company.
She is pretty.
The police officer I talked to
said he saw long legs and red hair.
Well, I guess we can
rule the Brontë sisters out.
[Dolours] I never should've
taken that stupid wig off.
Relax. You look good.
You all right, Seamus?
[chattering]
Let me try for a closer look.
Maybe I can pull some prints.
How's your West Belfast accent?
Eh. We'll soon find out.
Just, uh Just
keep the chat light.
Oh, my God. Francis is
gonna try to talk to me, isn't he?
If you don't want to
be talking to Francis,
you shouldn't have shown
him your nans that one time.
Firstly, it was one nan.
And we were 12, so
Do you want to head
upstairs? Talk to Brendan?
Yeah, but we'll wait. Play it
cool. Wait for Brendan to ask.
[chuckles] How do
you know he'll ask?
He'll ask.
Come on.
[toilet flushes]
Oh, my God. I adore
that haircut. It's so chic.
Thanks. Been threatening
to cut it off for years.
So, how do you
know our Aoife, then?
Ugh, I don't, really. But I go
marching with her cousin Siobhan.
I love that lipstick.
Here. Try some if you like.
Do you know what? I
don't think I could pull it off.
It's gorgeous on you,
though. [chuckles]
Come on, Mar.
[sighs]
[whispers] Fuck.
I was at that last march with
Siobhan, and I didn't see her there.
Mmm. And sharing lipstick? Ew.
There you are, the
pair of you. Huh?
Here, come on back. The
lads are dying to meet you.
Come on. Come
on, the pair of you.
Can you tell us who
was there at the wake?
Brendan was there with
his friend Seamus Wright.
[Older Brendan] Well, me and
Seamus were thick as thieves.
We'd spend summers before
the war laying roads together.
[Older Dolours] There was an
intelligence officer. Joe Lynskey.
Joe was an oddball,
but he was fucking sharp.
I think he must've trained
to be a monk or something.
You know, I remember
Brendan telling a joke that night.
I only remember the punch line.
What are you looking at
me for? I'm a Protestant.
- [Seamus] Fuck off.
- That's the God's honest truth.
The thing you have to remember, right,
was that I was still on the run, you know.
I meant, I didn't sleep at
home. I never saw my father.
I never saw my
brothers, my sisters.
That's a hard way to live.
Aye. But I had the
lads instead, you know.
- God's honest truth.
- It is not.
- Now, gentlemen
- There she is!
Lads, I want you to all
remember the name Dolours Price.
She's springing our
Jimbo from hospital, right?
As soon as the cops show up, she
pulls the Armalite out of her trench coat,
- blows their fucking hats off!
- [Joe, Francis laughing]
- [Seamus] The Crazy Prices.
- [Joe] The Crazy Prices, go ahead.
Yeah, that wasn't me. That's
my sister you're thinking about.
- You? Fucking hell.
- [Francis] Always the quiet ones.
[Seamus] It's always
the quiet ones, Francie.
Come here, you. Here. Sit down.
- [Seamus] Sit down, now, Marian.
- [Joe] Here's a pint for you.
Get that down your neck.
- Do you want a straw, Marian?
- [Brendan] Fuck up, Joe, will you.
What? I'm asking if
she wants a straw.
- Honestly, that's a big drink for her.
- Joe.
What? I'm just saying that's a big
drink for a wee girl like that there.
- [Brendan] Joe.
- I'm only trying to help.
[Brendan whistles, sighs]
Thank you.
[grunts]
You saw me choke, didn't you?
Ah. I trust the ones that hesitate.
You know, you gotta work past it.
But if it's not there to begin with,
them's the ones I worry about.
Did you ever hesitate?
- You're a cheeky wee bitch.
- [laughs]
Of course I did. Of
course I fucking did.
I, uh
I shot this soldier
once, got him in the leg.
I stood over him with the fucking
gun to the back of the head.
Wee fucker turns around, and
he looks exactly like my brother.
My hands started shaking.
I'm not gonna I couldn't do it.
I reckon they're all
some mother's son.
What about that security
guard? He was only doing his job.
Well, sometimes,
people get in the way.
And that can't be helped.
[Mackers] What can you
tell us about Dolours Price?
[chuckles, sighs]
Well, the thing
about Dolours, right,
was that Dolours could've
been anything she wanted.
She could've been off in New
York. She could've been off in Paris.
But instead, she was
down in the trenches with us.
Yeah? And that meant something.
I also think half the
battalion was in love with her.
I mean, she was
a hopeless flirt.
I never flirted. There
was rules against that.
You know, there's no
having it away in the IRA.
A girl could get her
knees done for that.
- [chattering]
- [music playing on radio]
Can I borrow the car tomorrow, Seamy?
I wanna take Eileen to the pictures.
Sorry, love. Dark
needs me to drive him.
Fine. [chuckles]
[Seamus] All right.
See you, Joe. Mind yourself.
Did you have any
of those sandwiches?
I didn't. I wasn't very hungry.
They were fucking stinking.
- [chuckling] They were stinking?
- Yeah, aye. I'm all right. I'm fine.
Oh, for Dirty wee bastard.
- What have you done?
- I've just stepped in fucking shite.
Fuck's sake, Seamus.
I'm warning you,
don't be tracking any of
that shite back into this car.
All right. Jesus Christ.
Dirty wee bastard.
[grunts, groaning]
Seamy?
Well, how was the wake?
It was good craic.
[yawning] Mar's
in a heap upstairs.
[winces, sighs]
[Chrissie] You know, some of
your friends made the paper today?
Really?
[Chrissie] Did you tell
Brendan to shave his mustache?
[Dolours] Yeah,
Mummy. I told him.
[Chrissie] Good.
[interrogator, Seamus grunt]
[coughs]
[interrogator] You can
stop this anytime you like.
- [thud]
- [Seamus grunting]
[interrogator] Where's Brendan?
Seamus.
Come on, now.
[sighs] He'd talk the hind
legs off a donkey, that one.
You wanna try another angle?
[sighs]
He's got a wife and kid at home.
One summer, ages ago, I
was thrown from a horse.
An Arabian. Gorgeous animal.
She'd been broken that
spring, gave me quite a shock.
Just bad luck, I thought.
Turned out, that the trainer had
broken her in entirely the wrong manner.
Every time the animal was
stubborn, she got the stick.
She was loyal in the
end, but only out of fear.
The trick with horses
better the animal trusts you,
before putting
the bit in its mouth.
- [grunts, panting]
- [door opens]
[door closes]
Morning, Seamus.
My name is Frank.
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
I want to have a word about
this chap they call the Dark.
[door opens]
[people on street chattering]
[radio announcer
speaking indistinctly]
All six dogs coming around the
corner. And there's Lucky Lad
Turn that up, lad, will you? I
have a couple of quid on Lucky Lad.
[radio announcer] Black
Bravado still in the lead.
Black Bravado's the favorite.
- They're well into their final lap now.
- Go on, Lucky, you cert, you.
Lucky Lad is coming
up behind. One length.
One length, Black Bravado in the
lead. Lucky trying to close the gap.
[jingle playing on
ice-cream truck]
Moving into second place. It's
Black Bravado now picking up speed.
- Black Bravado, one length away!
- Go ahead, Lucky.
Black Bravado! Black Bravado
with the win! [continues, indistinct]
What happened to
Davey, the poke man?
Must've hired some new fella.
I don't even know what they're
doing out. It's fucking baltic today.
Aye, it's fucking
freezing, isn't it?
Hey, kid.
Fetch us a pistol.
Come on!
[gunfire]
[gunshot]
Come on!
- Father's just bought it.
- Oh. One of the money class.
[actors speaking
indistinctly on TV]
[panting]
[grunts]
[footsteps running]
Come on out, Brendan! We
know who you are, motherfucker!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
- [pursuer exclaims] Fuck!
- [gunfire]
Get in the van.
Go! Go! Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
[groans] Fuck's sake.
[groaning]
Ring the mortuary.
Ah. Don't be such a pessimist.
[ringing]
Hello?
[Brendan] It's me.
I'm in a wee bit of a spot here.
- Right.
- I got ambushed.
I'm at the call house, but I cut my
wrist coming through the window.
All right. How much
blood have you lost?
A fair amount.
So we'll need we'll
need the doctor, then.
Go to Jimmy.
[stammers]
Tell him to get to Divis
and bring Doctor Jack.
You sure you don't need
me to come down there?
[straining] No,
fucking place is too
It's too risky, mate.
Crawling with Brits.
All right. Look,
Brendan. [stammers]
If I can't get hold of the lads,
are you sure you can
make it through the night?
Oh, aye.
Now don't be worrying
about me, mate. I'm sweet.
Fuck.
[chatter on radio]
[panting]
[soldier speaking indistinctly]
[door opens]
- [Brendan] You came.
- I came right through the front door.
- You should try it next time.
- Fuck off.
- Fuck!
- Easy, easy, easy, Brendan.
- Fuck!
- Look, mate. This is fine.
The radial artery is severed.
Gonna need to go in with
tweezers and tie a wee knot in it.
- I need you to keep him quiet.
- [Brendan groans]
- These boys in the ice-cream van
- Don't worry about them.
These boys were Protestants.
They were wearing baseball
boots, you said? Fucking trackies.
[Doctor Jack] He's
losing blood. Let's go.
They left in a Land
Rover for British Army.
Kitson?
Lads, we gotta hit
it. On three now.
- They knew my face.
- [Doctor Jack] One.
- They knew my name.
- Do you think somebody shopped you?
- Two.
- How else do you explain it?
- Somebody fucking talked!
- Three.
[screams, muffled]
["Carrickfergus" playing]
I wish I was ♪
In Carrickfergus ♪
Only for nights ♪
In Ballygran ♪
I would swim over ♪
The deepest ocean ♪
Only for nights ♪
In Ballygran ♪
But the sea is wide ♪
And I cannot swim over ♪
And neither have I ♪
The wings to fly ♪
[song fades]