Say Nothing (2024) s01e04 Episode Script
Tout
1
There's a wounded soldier.
I'm forming my own unit.
You'd be totally anonymous.
I got your first assignment.
[Mackers] What can you tell me
about the Joe Lynskey business?
[Older Dolours] Now, when it
came to light what he'd done,
the sentence would
have been death.
I need local people.
Observant people.
What is the mission exactly?
- [Brendan] Come on!
- [Kitson] D Company.
Are we gonna find this loose-lipped cunt
that tipped me off to the Brits, or what?
["Gudbuy T'Jane" playing]
[Jean] Billy, you
have to wear trousers.
[Archie] Ma, where'd
you keep the pliers?
[Jean] Archie, you cannot
fix the cooker yourself.
[Agnes] Ma, when
will tea be ready?
- Mam.
- [Jean] Helen,
you're not going out tonight.
What?
[Jean] Pop to the chippy, get
a bite to eat for the wee ones.
Don't be stopping
for a sneaky smoke.
[metal squeaking]
[squeaking continues]
[giggling]
[scream in distance]
- Mummy's gone.
- They took Ma.
- [Susie screams]
- Susie, fuck's sake.
I need you to be quiet.
[Archie] It's all right.
It's all right, Susie.
Arch, what happened?
They said they just
wanted to talk to her.
I-I guess it's 'cause
she helped that soldier.
I-I don't know.
Susie, go on. Get you to bed.
[Archie] Come on. Up.
[Jean] Don't you touch them.
[Michael] Where
are you taking her?
Ma?
[Helen] Where to first?
Mickey, you're in
charge now, okay?
Lock the door behind us.
Don't open it till we get back.
- Not for anyone.
- Where youse going?
We're going to find Ma.
[bar patrons chattering]
["Erin Go Bragh"
playing on radio]
MacDonagh, McBride ♪
And here's to James
Connolly Who gave one hurrah ♪
You sure youse are
in the right place?
Our ma was taken.
Oh, dear. Sit.
Men came to our flat.
There were eight of them.
It was ten. There
were women too.
What's your mother's name?
Jean. Jean McConville.
Did you recognize any of the
people who came to your flat?
Wait here.
Get them some Coke and crisps.
[music continues on radio]
[bottle cap opens]
[Coke fizzing]
Youse need to leave.
Go on home.
We're not leaving till
we know where she is.
She never done
nothing to no one.
Sh-She kept to herself.
Your mammy was a tout.
An informant.
Now, get you on home.
She's only got herself to blame.
Wh-What's he talking about?
It's lies, Helen.
Don't listen to him.
But what do we do now?
[breathes deeply] I guess
we go home and wait.
[phone ringing]
- Hello.
- Hello, Dolours. It's Pat.
Hey, Pat. What's up?
All right. Where do
you wanna go from?
Suppose we should
start with the guns.
This won't do.
[Jimmy] We've no guns, no ammo.
What's an armed robbery
if you're not even armed?
Think that's just called
a robbery, Jimmy.
- [Brendan chuckles]
- That's That's fucking depressing.
Kevin, have you
not got a gun there?
- No.
- What do you mean, "No?"
We can see your
gun. On the table now.
Kevin, son, tell me
this. Is that a spud gun?
It's not the size of the gun
that matters. It's how you use it.
[scoffs] Not in my experience.
[Brendan] Size of the
gun's not the issue, kid.
Does the gun shoot bullets or does
the gun shoot wee bits of fucking potato?
Where'd you get that holster?
Oh, it's nice, right?
Very double-o.
[chuckling] Very double-o.
The fucking balls on this kid.
We'll pick up guns on the way.
[Kevin chuckles]
What? You're not
coming, Dolours?
I wish.
- Dolours is working for Gerry now.
- Oh, aye.
Top secret stuff,
Kevin. Very thrilling.
I got an idea. Why don't you stay
behind and keep the girl's company, Kevin?
Because we need men with guns.
Not big babies with
fucking vegetable weapons.
Hmm. At least I have
ammunition for mine, Jimmy.
[laughs]
I have a spare gun.
And where'd you get that?
- It was Joe's.
- I'll take it.
Ah. No, you're all
right, kid. I got it.
All right, boys.
Let's fucking go.
[Older Brendan] So, uh
So this is a regular Tuesday
morning for me, right?
I'd leave the call
house around 08:00.
Then I'd stop by the arms
cache to pick up the guns we hid.
After that, I might do a bank,
put a bomb in the town.
Maybe try to sneak in a pint.
And
Well, this Tuesday
Well, this Tuesday
was different.
Someone's here.
- [hammer cocks]
- Jimmy!
- Get the fuck down!
- [Jimmy] Fuck!
[Brendan] Fucking go!
[grunting]
[shouts]
Go, go, go. [groans]
Fuck.
- Leave the door! Leave the fucking door!
- Fuck!
[rapid gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
We need to go.
Let's go! Go!
Get to the car. Get to
the fucking car. Go, go, go.
Fuck!
Fuck off home, Kevin.
I want the names of every man
who knew about that arms dump.
Somebody's talked to the Brits.
We don't know it was
the Brits, Brendan.
It's Kitson. It's
fucking Kitson.
Jimmy, someone's ratted on us.
[exhales shakily]
[Older Brendan] I discovered
something here that was high-level.
Operations were getting blown,
and I did not trust Belfast.
There was only a few people who
knew about that arms dump, right?
It was me. It was Jimmy.
And I fucking knew
it wasn't Jimmy.
So I started asking
around and
in the end, I didn't
have to look too hard.
She came to me.
I think my husband's
spying for the Brits.
Seamy disappears the night
of Aoife Maguire's funeral.
[grunting]
Seamy?
I waited at home for two days.
He's a no-show.
Then on one
morning, I get a letter
from Seamy himself.
Saying he's found
a job in London.
He'll only be there a short spell.
He'll be back in time for my birthday.
[Jimmy] "My darling
Kathleen" [chuckles]
Spare me.
He doesn't call me Kathleen.
He calls me Caitlín. In
Irish. Caitlín, not Kathleen.
And certainly not
fucking "darling."
Sorry. Do you Do you
think this is a forgery?
I didn't know what to think
till I saw him here in Belfast.
The day after the cheeky wee
cunt tells me he's in London,
he turns up at the house
and he tells me the full story.
How the Brits snatched him.
Said they had him
on murder charges.
[Brendan sighs]
[Kathleen] A bombing. But
they could offer him a way out.
[Brendan sighs]
Seamy said he had no
other choice but to flip.
Tell me, where is
he now, Kathleen?
[chuckles]
Don't be taking me for a fool.
I know what youse do to touts.
With respect, love, that
man's made his own bed.
[scoffs] That man's
never made his own bed.
I make the fucking bed.
[crying] Look, Brendan. I came to you
'cause I know you care about your men.
Seamus wants out.
He'll do whatever it takes.
[whispers] Will you help us?
[door opens]
- Brendan. Brendan. Really?
- It's all right, love. It's all right.
Sit down there.
- I'm sorry, Dark.
- Oh, I'm sure you are.
What did you tell the Brits?
[whispers] God help me.
There's a place in Palace
Barracks just for Kitson's informants.
No one knows what goes on there
except those of us who have been inside.
He would sit and talk
to me, day after day.
Wearing me down.
He offered me a full-time job.
Decent pay. A flat
of our own in London.
He gave me a choice between
a better life for myself and Caitlín,
or a prison sentence.
All I had to do is
give him a few names.
[Kitson] Those
fellows are IRA, yes?
Do you see Brendan Hughes?
Mmm.
And who else did you give up?
You look at me when I'm talking
to you, you touting fucking cunt.
Everyone. I gave
him all of youse.
- Kathleen, get out, now.
- [Seamus] Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
[Kathleen] Brendan,
you gave me your word!
There's more. I have more.
There was someone else there.
- Another informant, one of us.
- What was his name?
This kid. I-I think
he's from Ballymurphy.
- Name!
- [Seamus stammers]
- Beaky.
- Beaky?
Who the fuck's Beaky?
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
What have you done,
you silly wee cunt?
[breathing shakily]
Hey, before you start, I
just wanna say, you know,
don't bother,
'cause I'm not saying anything.
Are you a member of
the Irish Republican Army?
No.
I mean, I'm not saying
anything but no, I'm not.
[Kitson] Says here you
were caught stealing a flag.
Aye. Admitted that already.
A Union Jack.
Union flag. It's only referred to as a
Union Jack when mounted on a warship.
Anyway, stealing a fucking
flag don't make me IRA.
How about firing a gun?
Nah, I told you I'm not
into that sort of thing.
My colleagues don't like me
using a modern foreign pistol.
Worse still, this is a German
pistol. [clicks tongue, chuckles]
Aye, a Mauser, C96.
That's right, Kevin.
Just like what's-his-face
in The Great Silence.
Would you like to hold it?
I get it.
The moment I pick that up,
that fella there is gonna stick one
right between me eyes, is that it?
[door closes]
We're alone, Kevin.
I am unarmed. It's me
who should be scared.
You You all
right there, Dark?
Oh, aye, Kevin, mate, I'm grand.
Just having a wee bit of
a fucking day, you know?
Yeah.
You know, I've known that
man in there since I was a child.
Wee Kevin, he's only
a wee boy himself.
We need to speak to Gerry.
No, I'm not speaking to Gerry.
- Why not?
- Gerry'd want them dead.
Aye, and I'm inclined to agree.
What?
All I'm saying is
we'll go back in there.
We'll get some fucking bin bags.
We'll wrap them around
their heads. We'll just get--
Give me a fucking second, Jimmy!
[Older Brendan] I'd sometimes
ask myself, you know,
what Seamus did.
Had I misjudged
him all them years?
W-We preach a culture
of self sacrifice, right?
The cause above all.
W-When you're staring down the
barrel of a 20-year prison sentence,
it's human to be selfish.
[Jimmy] Which of youse
fucking cunts wants it first?
Do you want it in
the fucking head
or do you want it in your
wee fucking kneecap?
Look, all I did was tell him
where a few rusty guns were hid.
- This fella named names.
- [Seamus] He was Kitson's favorite.
You know where
he got that holster?
Tell him where you got it.
Where did you get it, Beaky?
Both fuck up!
So, right now, both of youse
are dead, right? That's just a fact.
Do you understand?
[shouts] Do you
understand me, Kevin?
Yes, Dark.
Good.
But there's a way I can
bring youse back to life.
Anything, Dark.
So the Brits don't know that we've just
uncovered two of their top touts, right?
- Aye.
- These two are the only ones who've been
to Kitson's hideaway
in the Palace Barracks.
What do you want us to do?
I'm putting youse back to work.
You'll be spying, but for me.
You're gonna go back in there,
and you're going to help me
uncover all their dirty wee tricks.
Do this,
and I promise you,
I give you my word
My word
I'll let you live.
All right.
So, we're gonna be
sort of triple agents?
Dead on.
[Mackers] When you sent
Seamus and Kevin back into the wild,
were you sure it was
the right thing to do?
Fuck no.
[both chuckle]
I was fucking terrified, like.
I mean, them boys could have marched
right back into the Palace Barracks
and told the Brits everything.
If they were gonna earn my trust,
they were gonna have to prove it.
Would you be more quiet, Beaky?
Look, I told you.
Don't call me Beaky.
You know, I'm starting to
pick up on something here.
You've got a problem with me.
I don't have a problem with you.
[scoffs] Aye, you do.
What's your problem with me?
Look, I did what I had to
do for the good of my family.
Whereas you, you just
wanted to hold a gun
and swan about playing
double-o gobshite.
And now I'm consigned
to the same fate as you,
as if I were the same as you.
I knew you had a
problem with me.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You know that
Dark's gonna kill us.
He gave us his word.
'Cause he needs us.
Exactly. So we just stay useful.
As long as we're
useful, we're safe.
Wee Kevin wasn't as
stupid as he looked.
He hid some guns
in the call house.
Then he calls the Brits, tells
'em exactly where to look.
This is it? This is your
gold mine arms cache?
Well, this is all us poor,
wee Irish bastards have
in our fight against the
mighty British Empire.
Now, speaking of guns.
All right. This will give you
to access to the firing range.
Dead on.
Now, fair play to him, he
was performing like a pro.
He got into everywhere and
he got his nose right up the arse
of their entire
intelligence outfit.
That's Kevin.
So they're using a
fucking laundry service.
There's a fella with a camera
hidden in the roof, right?
My guess,
they're running surveillance while
they're making the laundry drop-offs.
What they're doing
with these clothes,
that's the real
fucking sneaky bit.
Cuffs, around the
buttons, on the collar.
Anywhere that's
been touched, okay?
They're testing them, forensic
level fucking testing, like.
- What for?
- Traces of explosives.
Aye. Gunpowder, cordite, anything
so they can tell who's been firing a gun.
Fuck me.
Do you know how serious this is?
Four Squares, it's in a
dozen Catholic areas, like.
They're everywhere.
Are you sure about
this intelligence, Kevin?
- I am, Dark.
- [clicks tongue] Good work, kid.
Gimme a minute with the Big Lad.
- Come here. Yeah. Fuck off.
- Yeah.
Hey. First of all,
we may be fucked.
[Brendan] I had
a similar notion.
- Second of all, it is brilliant.
- Aye.
I mean they could ID
every call house in Belfast.
They may well have
done that already.
Fuck. So they might have.
Which is why we need to hit
them now. Hit those bastards
- with everything we fucking have.
- Agreed.
What about Seamus and Kevin?
Come on, Gerry, they're worth
more to us alive than dead.
Brendan. Yet their past
crimes cannot go unpunished.
They'll get a good smack
for what they've done.
Believe you me, I'll
fucking do it myself.
But let them learn
a lesson from it.
All right. Back in a minute.
["Simple Game" playing on radio]
life is just a
simple game ♪
- Oh, do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Oh, do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do, do ♪
[shutter clicks]
[speaks indistinctly]
[shutter clicks]
Listen, we'll have them back
first thing Thursday morning, okay?
[Dolours] Fuck me. It's the girl
from the wake. With the lipstick.
- [Brendan] Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
I'm looking right
fucking at her.
[Marian] So, is it true, Dark?
Is what true?
The IRA's full of touts?
No.
But it's true about
Seamus and Kevin?
- How did you hear about that?
- Of course, I heard about it.
The IRA's full of fucking touts.
Well, we're looking
into it, all right?
I should hope so.
I can't believe these fucking
traitors are up and walking about.
Not everyone gets
a second chance.
If it was up to me, I'd put a bullet
in the back of each of their heads.
- [Dolours] We know you would, Mar.
- Or cripple their fucking firstborn.
- Fuck, Marian.
- [Brendan] Marian.
I'm joking.
[sighs] I'd just shoot them.
All right, fucking
duly noted, love.
Now, just shut the fuck up.
Not a word of this to anyone.
You should do it here.
[sighs] She's right.
When should we do it then?
What about Thursday?
So we hit him on Thursday.
["Maybe Tomorrow"
playing on radio]
Maybe tomorrow
I will love again ♪
[music continues on radio]
[music continues on radio]
Teddy!
Teddy, mate.
[gunfire continues]
Fuck. Go.
Fuck! Go, go, go, go!
[screams, grunts]
Come here.
We need to get inside. Come on.
[Brendan] For fuck's
sake, man, stop!
That's a fucking
civilian, Jimmy!
[Jimmy] Get your
hands off me, Brendan!
Fucking stop! Let's
go! Let's fucking go!
Fuck's sake, man!
[music ends]
More violence in Belfast today
after the IRA mounted a
carefully coordinated attack.
Authorities have been left baffled
as to the identities of the perpetrators.
[all laughing, chattering]
["You've Got My Number" playing]
You know my name ♪
You won't abuse it ♪
If you wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
Wanna have someone to talk to ♪
I got her number.
We've done it,
Seamy, we're back!
First time in your life, I
think you might be right.
[Kevin laughs]
I am so fucking
proud of you, lad.
You too, dickhead. [chuckles]
Lads, do us a favor. Swing
by the call house later on, right?
I'm putting the pair
of youse back to work.
This is just the beginning.
Just the fucking beginning.
- Take you home ♪
- [music ends]
Armored cars
and tanks and guns ♪
Came to take away our sons ♪
But every man
must stand behind ♪
The men behind the wire ♪
- Fuck off, Brendan.
- [chuckling] Fuck off, Johnny.
But every man
must stand behind ♪
The men behind the wire ♪
Yes, boys. So these Brits aren't
gonna take long to fucking regroup.
So it's heigh-ho, back
to fucking work we go.
Where's Seamy and Kevin?
- Where are they?
- [door slams]
Aye. The leadership has
decided that Seamus and Kevin--
The boys earned
their lives back.
They just delivered a huge
propaganda victory for you.
- Propaganda?
- Aye.
Jesus, Brendan. I think that's the
first time you've said that word out loud.
Gerry, mate. This could be the start
of something. We're just gonna kill 'em?
I know you don't
wanna kill your friends,
but don't let your emotions
cloud the issue here.
F-Fuck. D-Do us a favor, Gerry.
Record yourself saying that,
play it back, see if that sounds like a
reasonable thing for a person to say.
What I'm trying to say is that the moment
you put your men before the cause
No. The men are
the fucking cause!
you endanger everything,
right? Including the men.
That's some highfalutin intellectual
shite, and you fucking know it.
You're not the one that
has to put a gun to the head
of some 17-year-old child.
Neither are you!
Gerry, I'm begging you.
If my men don't trust me to keep
my word, the whole thing falls apart.
I'm gonna tell you once
I made those boys a fucking promise,
and that's a promise I intend to keep!
You made a promise? Under what
authority did you make a promise?
Your unit has been entirely
compromised by touts.
You happened upon those
two out of sheer dumb luck.
God knows how many
others are out there.
And now you wanna go send a message
that this sort of thing is tolerated?
Brendan, it's not.
[quivers]
I gave 'em my word.
Then you made a promise you
should've known you couldn't keep.
- Look, here's--
- It's already over, Brendan.
Someone's taking the boys away.
Who?
You're too soft, Brendan.
It'll land you in
trouble one day.
[Mackers] Can you give
us the name of the person
that drove Seamus
and Kevin that night?
[Older Brendan] Aye.
It was Dolours Price.
Anyone that needed to be taken
away, it was her that usually done it.
[Mackers] How did
you feel about that?
I believed-- I believe
100% in Adams. Aye.
I believed in his leadership.
I believed in his direction.
I believed in almost everything
he would have said to me.
And so I, uh
Just, I went along with it.
I take it you would have
done things differently?
I would have done a
lot of things differently.
["Happy Together"
playing on radio]
[Kevin] I think
about you every night ♪
It's only right To think
about the girl you love ♪
And hold her tight
So happy together ♪
[Seamus] Beaky.
Did you hear it? Gerry's
sending us down south for training.
And when we're back, maybe
we'll be joining your outfit.
Aye. Maybe, Kevin.
[Kevin] Aye.
You all right there,
Seamus, mate?
[Kevin sighs]
Why'd they send you?
What do you mean?
I thought you were part
of Gerry's new squad.
Is this the sort of job
you lot do? Chauffeur?
Do what we're
asked. Same as you.
[singer on radio] ♪
the skies'll be blue ♪
For all my life ♪
Dolours, you're a woman.
Is that a question, Kevin?
Where would you want
a fella to take you out?
Because I met myself a wee girl
tonight, and, I don't know, I like her.
I'll take her to some place nice.
Maybe the Maybe the Garfield Arms.
Don't be taking her to the
arms. Take her to the Astor.
I can't.
[Dolours] Why not?
You have to be 18.
When you're with me,
baby The skies'll be blue ♪
[Dolours] What about you, Seamus?
Where do you take your Kathleen?
I was hoping to take
her to London one day.
Just the two of us.
[Kevin grunts]
- Oh, I'm gonna throw up.
- Don't be a prick, Beaky.
No. I mean, I'm
actually gonna throw up.
Kevin, you're not to be sick
in this fucking car, all right?
[coughs] Yep.
Definitely gonna puke.
- Ah, s-stop the car.
- [Dolours] For fuck's sake.
Ba-ba-ba-ba,
ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ♪
Ba-ba-ba, ba ♪
Me and you, and you and me ♪
No matter how they
toss the dice It had to be ♪
The only one for me is you ♪
[Dolours] Seamus?
And you for me ♪
So happy together ♪
Stay in the car.
Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- We're happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- Happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
[music ends]
You all right, Jimmy?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Good, man.
[car door opens]
What do you reckon
they'll have us do first?
Bomb making? Target practice?
Have you any paper?
Aye.
[glove compartment opens]
[glove compartment closes]
Will you see my wife gets this?
What the fuck are we doing here?
["The Wild Rover" playing]
What is this?
Keep walking.
- On your knees. Now. Both of you.
- No. This is-- It's a mistake.
- Beaky. Relax.
- [Jimmy] Get on your knees now.
Brendan said--
He said it was fine--
I will shoot you
where you stand.
- Beaky. Beaky.
- I can't-- I can't-- I can't breathe.
Kevin. Kevin. It's okay.
You're all right, lad.
I've been a wild rover ♪
[priest] And this
moment of sorrow,
the Lord is in our midst and
comforts us with His word.
May He forgive all your sins and
set you among those He has chosen.
Amen.
Drinking strong ale and beer ♪
[hammer cocks]
[gunshots]
[birds cawing]
- [shovels digging]
- [IRA agents grunting]
Our handlers haven't
been able to make contact
with either Seamus
Wright or Kevin McKee.
For how long?
Since before the attack.
Then they're dead.
We know we have a leak,
which would mean their
status as dual operatives
was likely discovered
and they were
[imitates gunshot]
[Sarah Jane sighs]
Sir, they were maybe two of
our most valuable informants.
Take a look at that
photograph there.
Behind the totem.
Who is that?
One of our informants in Kenya.
I'd drive him into the
village. Stand him up.
The hooded man, he'd whisper in
my ear. Tell me who was a terrorist.
We'd make a big show of it.
Do it in front of the whole tribe.
I wanted them to know that there
were there were traitors among them.
Did they ever find out
who was under the hood?
Sometimes.
Though more often than
not, they had the wrong name.
Jesus.
They'd [smacks lips]
gouge his eyes out.
Disembowel him because they were
so terrified that this poor innocent man,
one of their own, was
the real enemy. [scoffs]
So, you see, we are either
being fed vital information,
or we're driving them
to murder their own men.
Either way, we win.
[Marian] Eat something.
I can't believe Gerry
said this is a promotion.
It's beneath us.
And what do you
wanna do? Wait tables?
[Dolours] Doesn't seem too bad.
- I'd have time to paint.
- You wouldn't paint.
- I said, I'd have time to paint.
- You'd be miserable though.
Look, I just didn't think my contribution
to this war would be killing Catholics.
Shut up, Dotes.
We can talk about it later.
[Lulu singing on TV] ♪
Trouble is killing the country ♪
[sighs]
Trouble is a
bringing us down ♪
Trouble with the
world is trouble Yeah ♪
There's too much
of it going around ♪
- Girls?
- [Dolours] Aye.
We're here, Auntie Bridie.
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap ♪
What's happening there?
[Marian] They're dancing,
Aunt Bridie, on Top of the Pops.
They're dancing
on top of the what?
Top of the Pops, Bridie.
It's a It's a music thing.
They film it in England.
Dancing. Do they not
know there's a war on?
I don't think they do, Bridie.
I think they forget.
Well, maybe someone
ought to remind them.
Now the fun has just begun ♪
You're right, Bridie.
Maybe somebody should.
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap ♪
To the sound of
the music Come on ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap
To the sound of the music ♪
[music fades]
There's a wounded soldier.
I'm forming my own unit.
You'd be totally anonymous.
I got your first assignment.
[Mackers] What can you tell me
about the Joe Lynskey business?
[Older Dolours] Now, when it
came to light what he'd done,
the sentence would
have been death.
I need local people.
Observant people.
What is the mission exactly?
- [Brendan] Come on!
- [Kitson] D Company.
Are we gonna find this loose-lipped cunt
that tipped me off to the Brits, or what?
["Gudbuy T'Jane" playing]
[Jean] Billy, you
have to wear trousers.
[Archie] Ma, where'd
you keep the pliers?
[Jean] Archie, you cannot
fix the cooker yourself.
[Agnes] Ma, when
will tea be ready?
- Mam.
- [Jean] Helen,
you're not going out tonight.
What?
[Jean] Pop to the chippy, get
a bite to eat for the wee ones.
Don't be stopping
for a sneaky smoke.
[metal squeaking]
[squeaking continues]
[giggling]
[scream in distance]
- Mummy's gone.
- They took Ma.
- [Susie screams]
- Susie, fuck's sake.
I need you to be quiet.
[Archie] It's all right.
It's all right, Susie.
Arch, what happened?
They said they just
wanted to talk to her.
I-I guess it's 'cause
she helped that soldier.
I-I don't know.
Susie, go on. Get you to bed.
[Archie] Come on. Up.
[Jean] Don't you touch them.
[Michael] Where
are you taking her?
Ma?
[Helen] Where to first?
Mickey, you're in
charge now, okay?
Lock the door behind us.
Don't open it till we get back.
- Not for anyone.
- Where youse going?
We're going to find Ma.
[bar patrons chattering]
["Erin Go Bragh"
playing on radio]
MacDonagh, McBride ♪
And here's to James
Connolly Who gave one hurrah ♪
You sure youse are
in the right place?
Our ma was taken.
Oh, dear. Sit.
Men came to our flat.
There were eight of them.
It was ten. There
were women too.
What's your mother's name?
Jean. Jean McConville.
Did you recognize any of the
people who came to your flat?
Wait here.
Get them some Coke and crisps.
[music continues on radio]
[bottle cap opens]
[Coke fizzing]
Youse need to leave.
Go on home.
We're not leaving till
we know where she is.
She never done
nothing to no one.
Sh-She kept to herself.
Your mammy was a tout.
An informant.
Now, get you on home.
She's only got herself to blame.
Wh-What's he talking about?
It's lies, Helen.
Don't listen to him.
But what do we do now?
[breathes deeply] I guess
we go home and wait.
[phone ringing]
- Hello.
- Hello, Dolours. It's Pat.
Hey, Pat. What's up?
All right. Where do
you wanna go from?
Suppose we should
start with the guns.
This won't do.
[Jimmy] We've no guns, no ammo.
What's an armed robbery
if you're not even armed?
Think that's just called
a robbery, Jimmy.
- [Brendan chuckles]
- That's That's fucking depressing.
Kevin, have you
not got a gun there?
- No.
- What do you mean, "No?"
We can see your
gun. On the table now.
Kevin, son, tell me
this. Is that a spud gun?
It's not the size of the gun
that matters. It's how you use it.
[scoffs] Not in my experience.
[Brendan] Size of the
gun's not the issue, kid.
Does the gun shoot bullets or does
the gun shoot wee bits of fucking potato?
Where'd you get that holster?
Oh, it's nice, right?
Very double-o.
[chuckling] Very double-o.
The fucking balls on this kid.
We'll pick up guns on the way.
[Kevin chuckles]
What? You're not
coming, Dolours?
I wish.
- Dolours is working for Gerry now.
- Oh, aye.
Top secret stuff,
Kevin. Very thrilling.
I got an idea. Why don't you stay
behind and keep the girl's company, Kevin?
Because we need men with guns.
Not big babies with
fucking vegetable weapons.
Hmm. At least I have
ammunition for mine, Jimmy.
[laughs]
I have a spare gun.
And where'd you get that?
- It was Joe's.
- I'll take it.
Ah. No, you're all
right, kid. I got it.
All right, boys.
Let's fucking go.
[Older Brendan] So, uh
So this is a regular Tuesday
morning for me, right?
I'd leave the call
house around 08:00.
Then I'd stop by the arms
cache to pick up the guns we hid.
After that, I might do a bank,
put a bomb in the town.
Maybe try to sneak in a pint.
And
Well, this Tuesday
Well, this Tuesday
was different.
Someone's here.
- [hammer cocks]
- Jimmy!
- Get the fuck down!
- [Jimmy] Fuck!
[Brendan] Fucking go!
[grunting]
[shouts]
Go, go, go. [groans]
Fuck.
- Leave the door! Leave the fucking door!
- Fuck!
[rapid gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
We need to go.
Let's go! Go!
Get to the car. Get to
the fucking car. Go, go, go.
Fuck!
Fuck off home, Kevin.
I want the names of every man
who knew about that arms dump.
Somebody's talked to the Brits.
We don't know it was
the Brits, Brendan.
It's Kitson. It's
fucking Kitson.
Jimmy, someone's ratted on us.
[exhales shakily]
[Older Brendan] I discovered
something here that was high-level.
Operations were getting blown,
and I did not trust Belfast.
There was only a few people who
knew about that arms dump, right?
It was me. It was Jimmy.
And I fucking knew
it wasn't Jimmy.
So I started asking
around and
in the end, I didn't
have to look too hard.
She came to me.
I think my husband's
spying for the Brits.
Seamy disappears the night
of Aoife Maguire's funeral.
[grunting]
Seamy?
I waited at home for two days.
He's a no-show.
Then on one
morning, I get a letter
from Seamy himself.
Saying he's found
a job in London.
He'll only be there a short spell.
He'll be back in time for my birthday.
[Jimmy] "My darling
Kathleen" [chuckles]
Spare me.
He doesn't call me Kathleen.
He calls me Caitlín. In
Irish. Caitlín, not Kathleen.
And certainly not
fucking "darling."
Sorry. Do you Do you
think this is a forgery?
I didn't know what to think
till I saw him here in Belfast.
The day after the cheeky wee
cunt tells me he's in London,
he turns up at the house
and he tells me the full story.
How the Brits snatched him.
Said they had him
on murder charges.
[Brendan sighs]
[Kathleen] A bombing. But
they could offer him a way out.
[Brendan sighs]
Seamy said he had no
other choice but to flip.
Tell me, where is
he now, Kathleen?
[chuckles]
Don't be taking me for a fool.
I know what youse do to touts.
With respect, love, that
man's made his own bed.
[scoffs] That man's
never made his own bed.
I make the fucking bed.
[crying] Look, Brendan. I came to you
'cause I know you care about your men.
Seamus wants out.
He'll do whatever it takes.
[whispers] Will you help us?
[door opens]
- Brendan. Brendan. Really?
- It's all right, love. It's all right.
Sit down there.
- I'm sorry, Dark.
- Oh, I'm sure you are.
What did you tell the Brits?
[whispers] God help me.
There's a place in Palace
Barracks just for Kitson's informants.
No one knows what goes on there
except those of us who have been inside.
He would sit and talk
to me, day after day.
Wearing me down.
He offered me a full-time job.
Decent pay. A flat
of our own in London.
He gave me a choice between
a better life for myself and Caitlín,
or a prison sentence.
All I had to do is
give him a few names.
[Kitson] Those
fellows are IRA, yes?
Do you see Brendan Hughes?
Mmm.
And who else did you give up?
You look at me when I'm talking
to you, you touting fucking cunt.
Everyone. I gave
him all of youse.
- Kathleen, get out, now.
- [Seamus] Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
[Kathleen] Brendan,
you gave me your word!
There's more. I have more.
There was someone else there.
- Another informant, one of us.
- What was his name?
This kid. I-I think
he's from Ballymurphy.
- Name!
- [Seamus stammers]
- Beaky.
- Beaky?
Who the fuck's Beaky?
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
What have you done,
you silly wee cunt?
[breathing shakily]
Hey, before you start, I
just wanna say, you know,
don't bother,
'cause I'm not saying anything.
Are you a member of
the Irish Republican Army?
No.
I mean, I'm not saying
anything but no, I'm not.
[Kitson] Says here you
were caught stealing a flag.
Aye. Admitted that already.
A Union Jack.
Union flag. It's only referred to as a
Union Jack when mounted on a warship.
Anyway, stealing a fucking
flag don't make me IRA.
How about firing a gun?
Nah, I told you I'm not
into that sort of thing.
My colleagues don't like me
using a modern foreign pistol.
Worse still, this is a German
pistol. [clicks tongue, chuckles]
Aye, a Mauser, C96.
That's right, Kevin.
Just like what's-his-face
in The Great Silence.
Would you like to hold it?
I get it.
The moment I pick that up,
that fella there is gonna stick one
right between me eyes, is that it?
[door closes]
We're alone, Kevin.
I am unarmed. It's me
who should be scared.
You You all
right there, Dark?
Oh, aye, Kevin, mate, I'm grand.
Just having a wee bit of
a fucking day, you know?
Yeah.
You know, I've known that
man in there since I was a child.
Wee Kevin, he's only
a wee boy himself.
We need to speak to Gerry.
No, I'm not speaking to Gerry.
- Why not?
- Gerry'd want them dead.
Aye, and I'm inclined to agree.
What?
All I'm saying is
we'll go back in there.
We'll get some fucking bin bags.
We'll wrap them around
their heads. We'll just get--
Give me a fucking second, Jimmy!
[Older Brendan] I'd sometimes
ask myself, you know,
what Seamus did.
Had I misjudged
him all them years?
W-We preach a culture
of self sacrifice, right?
The cause above all.
W-When you're staring down the
barrel of a 20-year prison sentence,
it's human to be selfish.
[Jimmy] Which of youse
fucking cunts wants it first?
Do you want it in
the fucking head
or do you want it in your
wee fucking kneecap?
Look, all I did was tell him
where a few rusty guns were hid.
- This fella named names.
- [Seamus] He was Kitson's favorite.
You know where
he got that holster?
Tell him where you got it.
Where did you get it, Beaky?
Both fuck up!
So, right now, both of youse
are dead, right? That's just a fact.
Do you understand?
[shouts] Do you
understand me, Kevin?
Yes, Dark.
Good.
But there's a way I can
bring youse back to life.
Anything, Dark.
So the Brits don't know that we've just
uncovered two of their top touts, right?
- Aye.
- These two are the only ones who've been
to Kitson's hideaway
in the Palace Barracks.
What do you want us to do?
I'm putting youse back to work.
You'll be spying, but for me.
You're gonna go back in there,
and you're going to help me
uncover all their dirty wee tricks.
Do this,
and I promise you,
I give you my word
My word
I'll let you live.
All right.
So, we're gonna be
sort of triple agents?
Dead on.
[Mackers] When you sent
Seamus and Kevin back into the wild,
were you sure it was
the right thing to do?
Fuck no.
[both chuckle]
I was fucking terrified, like.
I mean, them boys could have marched
right back into the Palace Barracks
and told the Brits everything.
If they were gonna earn my trust,
they were gonna have to prove it.
Would you be more quiet, Beaky?
Look, I told you.
Don't call me Beaky.
You know, I'm starting to
pick up on something here.
You've got a problem with me.
I don't have a problem with you.
[scoffs] Aye, you do.
What's your problem with me?
Look, I did what I had to
do for the good of my family.
Whereas you, you just
wanted to hold a gun
and swan about playing
double-o gobshite.
And now I'm consigned
to the same fate as you,
as if I were the same as you.
I knew you had a
problem with me.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
You know that
Dark's gonna kill us.
He gave us his word.
'Cause he needs us.
Exactly. So we just stay useful.
As long as we're
useful, we're safe.
Wee Kevin wasn't as
stupid as he looked.
He hid some guns
in the call house.
Then he calls the Brits, tells
'em exactly where to look.
This is it? This is your
gold mine arms cache?
Well, this is all us poor,
wee Irish bastards have
in our fight against the
mighty British Empire.
Now, speaking of guns.
All right. This will give you
to access to the firing range.
Dead on.
Now, fair play to him, he
was performing like a pro.
He got into everywhere and
he got his nose right up the arse
of their entire
intelligence outfit.
That's Kevin.
So they're using a
fucking laundry service.
There's a fella with a camera
hidden in the roof, right?
My guess,
they're running surveillance while
they're making the laundry drop-offs.
What they're doing
with these clothes,
that's the real
fucking sneaky bit.
Cuffs, around the
buttons, on the collar.
Anywhere that's
been touched, okay?
They're testing them, forensic
level fucking testing, like.
- What for?
- Traces of explosives.
Aye. Gunpowder, cordite, anything
so they can tell who's been firing a gun.
Fuck me.
Do you know how serious this is?
Four Squares, it's in a
dozen Catholic areas, like.
They're everywhere.
Are you sure about
this intelligence, Kevin?
- I am, Dark.
- [clicks tongue] Good work, kid.
Gimme a minute with the Big Lad.
- Come here. Yeah. Fuck off.
- Yeah.
Hey. First of all,
we may be fucked.
[Brendan] I had
a similar notion.
- Second of all, it is brilliant.
- Aye.
I mean they could ID
every call house in Belfast.
They may well have
done that already.
Fuck. So they might have.
Which is why we need to hit
them now. Hit those bastards
- with everything we fucking have.
- Agreed.
What about Seamus and Kevin?
Come on, Gerry, they're worth
more to us alive than dead.
Brendan. Yet their past
crimes cannot go unpunished.
They'll get a good smack
for what they've done.
Believe you me, I'll
fucking do it myself.
But let them learn
a lesson from it.
All right. Back in a minute.
["Simple Game" playing on radio]
life is just a
simple game ♪
- Oh, do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do ♪
- Oh, do, do, do ♪
- Do, do, do, do ♪
[shutter clicks]
[speaks indistinctly]
[shutter clicks]
Listen, we'll have them back
first thing Thursday morning, okay?
[Dolours] Fuck me. It's the girl
from the wake. With the lipstick.
- [Brendan] Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
I'm looking right
fucking at her.
[Marian] So, is it true, Dark?
Is what true?
The IRA's full of touts?
No.
But it's true about
Seamus and Kevin?
- How did you hear about that?
- Of course, I heard about it.
The IRA's full of fucking touts.
Well, we're looking
into it, all right?
I should hope so.
I can't believe these fucking
traitors are up and walking about.
Not everyone gets
a second chance.
If it was up to me, I'd put a bullet
in the back of each of their heads.
- [Dolours] We know you would, Mar.
- Or cripple their fucking firstborn.
- Fuck, Marian.
- [Brendan] Marian.
I'm joking.
[sighs] I'd just shoot them.
All right, fucking
duly noted, love.
Now, just shut the fuck up.
Not a word of this to anyone.
You should do it here.
[sighs] She's right.
When should we do it then?
What about Thursday?
So we hit him on Thursday.
["Maybe Tomorrow"
playing on radio]
Maybe tomorrow
I will love again ♪
[music continues on radio]
[music continues on radio]
Teddy!
Teddy, mate.
[gunfire continues]
Fuck. Go.
Fuck! Go, go, go, go!
[screams, grunts]
Come here.
We need to get inside. Come on.
[Brendan] For fuck's
sake, man, stop!
That's a fucking
civilian, Jimmy!
[Jimmy] Get your
hands off me, Brendan!
Fucking stop! Let's
go! Let's fucking go!
Fuck's sake, man!
[music ends]
More violence in Belfast today
after the IRA mounted a
carefully coordinated attack.
Authorities have been left baffled
as to the identities of the perpetrators.
[all laughing, chattering]
["You've Got My Number" playing]
You know my name ♪
You won't abuse it ♪
If you wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna
Wanna have someone to talk to ♪
I got her number.
We've done it,
Seamy, we're back!
First time in your life, I
think you might be right.
[Kevin laughs]
I am so fucking
proud of you, lad.
You too, dickhead. [chuckles]
Lads, do us a favor. Swing
by the call house later on, right?
I'm putting the pair
of youse back to work.
This is just the beginning.
Just the fucking beginning.
- Take you home ♪
- [music ends]
Armored cars
and tanks and guns ♪
Came to take away our sons ♪
But every man
must stand behind ♪
The men behind the wire ♪
- Fuck off, Brendan.
- [chuckling] Fuck off, Johnny.
But every man
must stand behind ♪
The men behind the wire ♪
Yes, boys. So these Brits aren't
gonna take long to fucking regroup.
So it's heigh-ho, back
to fucking work we go.
Where's Seamy and Kevin?
- Where are they?
- [door slams]
Aye. The leadership has
decided that Seamus and Kevin--
The boys earned
their lives back.
They just delivered a huge
propaganda victory for you.
- Propaganda?
- Aye.
Jesus, Brendan. I think that's the
first time you've said that word out loud.
Gerry, mate. This could be the start
of something. We're just gonna kill 'em?
I know you don't
wanna kill your friends,
but don't let your emotions
cloud the issue here.
F-Fuck. D-Do us a favor, Gerry.
Record yourself saying that,
play it back, see if that sounds like a
reasonable thing for a person to say.
What I'm trying to say is that the moment
you put your men before the cause
No. The men are
the fucking cause!
you endanger everything,
right? Including the men.
That's some highfalutin intellectual
shite, and you fucking know it.
You're not the one that
has to put a gun to the head
of some 17-year-old child.
Neither are you!
Gerry, I'm begging you.
If my men don't trust me to keep
my word, the whole thing falls apart.
I'm gonna tell you once
I made those boys a fucking promise,
and that's a promise I intend to keep!
You made a promise? Under what
authority did you make a promise?
Your unit has been entirely
compromised by touts.
You happened upon those
two out of sheer dumb luck.
God knows how many
others are out there.
And now you wanna go send a message
that this sort of thing is tolerated?
Brendan, it's not.
[quivers]
I gave 'em my word.
Then you made a promise you
should've known you couldn't keep.
- Look, here's--
- It's already over, Brendan.
Someone's taking the boys away.
Who?
You're too soft, Brendan.
It'll land you in
trouble one day.
[Mackers] Can you give
us the name of the person
that drove Seamus
and Kevin that night?
[Older Brendan] Aye.
It was Dolours Price.
Anyone that needed to be taken
away, it was her that usually done it.
[Mackers] How did
you feel about that?
I believed-- I believe
100% in Adams. Aye.
I believed in his leadership.
I believed in his direction.
I believed in almost everything
he would have said to me.
And so I, uh
Just, I went along with it.
I take it you would have
done things differently?
I would have done a
lot of things differently.
["Happy Together"
playing on radio]
[Kevin] I think
about you every night ♪
It's only right To think
about the girl you love ♪
And hold her tight
So happy together ♪
[Seamus] Beaky.
Did you hear it? Gerry's
sending us down south for training.
And when we're back, maybe
we'll be joining your outfit.
Aye. Maybe, Kevin.
[Kevin] Aye.
You all right there,
Seamus, mate?
[Kevin sighs]
Why'd they send you?
What do you mean?
I thought you were part
of Gerry's new squad.
Is this the sort of job
you lot do? Chauffeur?
Do what we're
asked. Same as you.
[singer on radio] ♪
the skies'll be blue ♪
For all my life ♪
Dolours, you're a woman.
Is that a question, Kevin?
Where would you want
a fella to take you out?
Because I met myself a wee girl
tonight, and, I don't know, I like her.
I'll take her to some place nice.
Maybe the Maybe the Garfield Arms.
Don't be taking her to the
arms. Take her to the Astor.
I can't.
[Dolours] Why not?
You have to be 18.
When you're with me,
baby The skies'll be blue ♪
[Dolours] What about you, Seamus?
Where do you take your Kathleen?
I was hoping to take
her to London one day.
Just the two of us.
[Kevin grunts]
- Oh, I'm gonna throw up.
- Don't be a prick, Beaky.
No. I mean, I'm
actually gonna throw up.
Kevin, you're not to be sick
in this fucking car, all right?
[coughs] Yep.
Definitely gonna puke.
- Ah, s-stop the car.
- [Dolours] For fuck's sake.
Ba-ba-ba-ba,
ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ♪
Ba-ba-ba, ba ♪
Me and you, and you and me ♪
No matter how they
toss the dice It had to be ♪
The only one for me is you ♪
[Dolours] Seamus?
And you for me ♪
So happy together ♪
Stay in the car.
Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- We're happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- Happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
- So happy together ♪
- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪
[music ends]
You all right, Jimmy?
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Good, man.
[car door opens]
What do you reckon
they'll have us do first?
Bomb making? Target practice?
Have you any paper?
Aye.
[glove compartment opens]
[glove compartment closes]
Will you see my wife gets this?
What the fuck are we doing here?
["The Wild Rover" playing]
What is this?
Keep walking.
- On your knees. Now. Both of you.
- No. This is-- It's a mistake.
- Beaky. Relax.
- [Jimmy] Get on your knees now.
Brendan said--
He said it was fine--
I will shoot you
where you stand.
- Beaky. Beaky.
- I can't-- I can't-- I can't breathe.
Kevin. Kevin. It's okay.
You're all right, lad.
I've been a wild rover ♪
[priest] And this
moment of sorrow,
the Lord is in our midst and
comforts us with His word.
May He forgive all your sins and
set you among those He has chosen.
Amen.
Drinking strong ale and beer ♪
[hammer cocks]
[gunshots]
[birds cawing]
- [shovels digging]
- [IRA agents grunting]
Our handlers haven't
been able to make contact
with either Seamus
Wright or Kevin McKee.
For how long?
Since before the attack.
Then they're dead.
We know we have a leak,
which would mean their
status as dual operatives
was likely discovered
and they were
[imitates gunshot]
[Sarah Jane sighs]
Sir, they were maybe two of
our most valuable informants.
Take a look at that
photograph there.
Behind the totem.
Who is that?
One of our informants in Kenya.
I'd drive him into the
village. Stand him up.
The hooded man, he'd whisper in
my ear. Tell me who was a terrorist.
We'd make a big show of it.
Do it in front of the whole tribe.
I wanted them to know that there
were there were traitors among them.
Did they ever find out
who was under the hood?
Sometimes.
Though more often than
not, they had the wrong name.
Jesus.
They'd [smacks lips]
gouge his eyes out.
Disembowel him because they were
so terrified that this poor innocent man,
one of their own, was
the real enemy. [scoffs]
So, you see, we are either
being fed vital information,
or we're driving them
to murder their own men.
Either way, we win.
[Marian] Eat something.
I can't believe Gerry
said this is a promotion.
It's beneath us.
And what do you
wanna do? Wait tables?
[Dolours] Doesn't seem too bad.
- I'd have time to paint.
- You wouldn't paint.
- I said, I'd have time to paint.
- You'd be miserable though.
Look, I just didn't think my contribution
to this war would be killing Catholics.
Shut up, Dotes.
We can talk about it later.
[Lulu singing on TV] ♪
Trouble is killing the country ♪
[sighs]
Trouble is a
bringing us down ♪
Trouble with the
world is trouble Yeah ♪
There's too much
of it going around ♪
- Girls?
- [Dolours] Aye.
We're here, Auntie Bridie.
To the sound of the music ♪
Everybody's got to clap ♪
What's happening there?
[Marian] They're dancing,
Aunt Bridie, on Top of the Pops.
They're dancing
on top of the what?
Top of the Pops, Bridie.
It's a It's a music thing.
They film it in England.
Dancing. Do they not
know there's a war on?
I don't think they do, Bridie.
I think they forget.
Well, maybe someone
ought to remind them.
Now the fun has just begun ♪
You're right, Bridie.
Maybe somebody should.
Everybody's got to clap
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To the sound of
the music Come on ♪
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[music fades]