His name is Martin McGartland,
and when I met him, he was an unemployed Catholic hood selling stolen goods.
These are a guarantee for action, all for a couple of quid, like.
- Take yourself off. - Do you have a daughter?
I had you down for something a wee bit silky. Oh, come on, it's sexy.
Martin helped support his family. I liked that about him.
# OK, there's the trident in Bangor
# Then you walk back to the city
- We don't want any. - Wait. Don't go.
Have you any Hugo Boss?
- Only the entire line at my fingertips. - All right.
# An alternative Ulster
# Alternative Ulster #
No, there's no way, man. No way.
Please?
I'll do you nine if you take the Hugo Boss for ten.
- Done. Do you wanna have a look, Lara? - You know I'm not.
Thank God there's you and the Pope looking after our souls.
You're under the wrong impression. These goods are not stolen.
They're manufacturer overruns.
How about some shoes, Mrs Flaherty?
I can get you any shoes you like, anything from this catalogue.
There's no point in me looking, love.
Well, not that I care where it comes from.
Hmm. Hmm.
- Well, maybe next month. - OK. Grand.
- Can I have another tenner? - No, you cannot.
- Please. - What did you do with that 20?
- I don't know. - If there's anything you...
Jobs were generally controlled by the Protestants,
which meant most of the young Catholic men were unemployed,
...and angry about it.
Martin and his mate sean had survived on the edge so long,
they didn't know any other way.
No way, man. Who'd you kill for this, you wanker?
1800 twin cam. Nought to 60 in seven seconds.
Outrun any peeler in the city.
The boot's a wee bit small, but it'll do.
I can get you a deal anytime.
It's no use. I can't afford the petrol.
And that's where I come in.
I was a peeler. That's what they call the police in Belfast.
I was a handler with the special Branch.
My code name was Fergus.
Police made the first effort to get marchers away from the area...
You see, by 1988, Belfast had been a battleground for 20 years.
Irish Republican Army against the Unionists' Ulster Defence Force.
Both were illegal armies. It was about freedom.
Police barricaded all roads.
Unionists want Northern Ireland to stay as part of the UK.
Catholic Republicans want free of British rule.
Both sides were willing to kill for their cause.
By 1969, violence had become so bad,
British troops were sent in to keep the peace.
They've been there ever since.
To the IRA, they were also an occupying army.
B-20. We have a report of sniper fire.
Two officers down. send available blue lights to Falls Road area.
This is B-20 out.
- This is B-21... - Is everybody all right?
- Outcome? - Result.
...six shots fired. Two officers down. Two casualties.
Go on, you mad bastard.
Tell the boys to pull out.
Two officers down, two casualties. send blue lights.
Over.
K-9 response to Falls Road. six shots fired.
Trying to locate gunmen. Looks IRA.
We had real respect for the IRA as a military force.
We sealed the communities,
Protestants on one side of the walll Catholics on the other.
We couldn't stop what was happening...
...because we didn't have the minds of the people.
In war, truth is the first casualty, and information is as powerful as bullets.
Growing up an Irish Catholic lad in a Republican community...
...where police and security forces were not trustedl Martin had few choices.
You've never done a day's work in your life.
But he was his own man, and so he had real potential to work with us.
I don't think stealing cars is employment.
Depends on how you look at it.
If the peelers catch you this time, you're fucked.
- Tell me you didn't steal that car. - I didn't steal that car.
He could make a difference. All I had to do was convince him.
- Where you off to, lads? - Just going to the shops.
- All right. Name? - Mickey Mouse.
- What street are you from? - Sesame Street.
- No, Mickey Mouse is Disneyland. - Aye, right, Disneyland, eh?
- Yeah, yeah. Where are you going? - Didn't you hear him?
We're going to the shops. It's me sister's birthday.
- We're getting her a present. - A wee bike.
- Name. - You fucking hard of hearing?
Mickey Mouse.
Are you gonna shoot him, is that it?
Now you're gonna shoot me? First you and now it's me.
Go ahead, man. Shoot.
Go on, man. Fire away. Fuckin' shoot me, man.
Is someone gonna do something about this psycho here?
It's all right. Put it down.
Wait! After them, lads!
Peelers!
Fuck!
After doing 90 on the Shankill, your mate Sean spun out,
took off before the officers chasing him could say "wanker".
I gather you're in sales.
A bloke like you gets around the area.
Not me, man. I make it a point to see nothing.
How about easy cash,
the kind that doesn't see you going to jail for selling stolen goods?
I show you some faces, you tell us what you see them doing.
What makes you think that I would be a tout for anybody?
The comings and goings of a few neighbours...
...is not exactly being an informer, or a "tout" as you call it.
A car. No record.
Not even on police files yet.
Martin didn't go for any of our usual offers or threats.
He sold stolen goods in Catholic areas against strict IRA rules...
...which were brutally enforced.
Are we done? Can I go now, please?
He wasn't afraid of them.
Which is why I also knew I could trust him.
- Well? - I'll take him out on a road test.
If he's useless, I'll give him to MI5, tell them he's bloody brilliant.
Whoa, ho, ho, ho! Jeez, Paddy. You watching your family videos again?
Ray came by to make your acquaintance.
Marty's been working for me. Like I say, he's a good lad.
- Is he? - Fuck this.
Didn't have anything on you, did they?
Here you go, Paddy. Oh, Jesus. How you doin', Ray?
So, Martin, Sean here says you're a good man.
- Look, man, I didn't see nothin'. - That's true, you didn't.
And you'd do well to remember that.
I know your ma. She's a good woman.
- Thanks for what you did today. - Aye, no problem.
We'll not forget it.
Aye.
Sean, man, how do you know him?
- He's IRA. - Is he, now?
- He is. - Where's me money?
Paddy, is there any chance of getting a pair of these in black? Size eight?
Oh, please, God, no. It's a pipe! It's just a pipe!
The bathroom's just upstairs. Do I look like I shot anybody?
Hey, hey!
What reason could you have to search my house for guns?
Two officers have just been shot. You're Irish.
- Where were you two hours ago? - Playing football.
- Bullshit! - You're only gonna make it worse!
I didn't raise you to be thick as a plank!
If you were anywhere near this trouble, I'll drag you to the police!
- I had nothing to do with it! - Evil can only do its work...
...if decent people turn a blind eye, even if only for a moment.
Keep searching!
He's made an impression on the IRA for sure, right up the line.
From here on, I'm out.
Can't figure out what you'd want with a 10p hood like him.
What's this? Huh? What's this?
Heading round your ma's house to do a wee bit of fixing?
Wouldn't be for stealing cars, would it? Not our Frankie.
Breaking into people's houses? Yeah?
Yeah? Joyriding their cars? Now I'm hearing about drugs.
These are crimes against the community, my friend, and you've been found guilty.
It's not me. I swear.
What?
No! Help! Help!
- Fuck! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
What the... What the fuck are yous after?
Is that it? You're one lucky wee fucker, Frankie.
If I'd have brought my. 357, your football career would've been done for.
You want this lying down or standing up?
- Standing. - Right.
No! No! Fuckin' leave him!
- Leave him! - My jeans.
Fuck yourjeans. The peelers mightn't give a shite about our community...
...and how wankers like you fuck it up for everyone,
but we do, so thank God for the IRA.
- You bastard! - Frankie!
- Fucking bastard! - That's my brother!
That's my wee brother! Frankie!
Funny coincidence running into you, huh?
Frankie! Frankie!
That's for getting involved in something that doesn't concern you.
I'm assuming you've no plans for this evening. Someone wants to meet you.
Fucking bastards!
Fred. Fred. You know that kid Martin McGartland?
Well, I've taken a special interest.
Goddamn it. That's been less than ten minutes.
Who told you about the meeting with Mickey Johnson?
Just lose the file.
And not a word to anyone, right?
Yeah, right.
Jesus Christ.
Sorry about the drama.
You've gotta be careful.
Would you get us some ice and a tea towel there, love?
I hear the Brits took your ma's house apart.
No warrant, no cause.
Picked you up for questioning. Dogs have more rights.
Here. Thanks, love. Away and make yourself a wee cup of tea there.
I can see you don't partake in loose talk...
...or I'd be behind bars now.
Seems to me like we're on the same side.
You're a go-getter. I've been asking around.
A kid like you deserves to work at something, build a future.
Do you know why you can't get a job?
Because it makes you easier to beat.
The Brits underestimate us.
This war is being fought on our own footpaths, in our gardens,
in our living rooms.
Makes for a special kind of man who's defending his own home and community.
I'm thinking maybe you'd wanna be part of something
that's bigger than your skinny wee arse.
Bigger than mine.
It's as big as a country.
Well? Do you want the job?
OK.
Paddy's nothing but a wheeler-dealer.
That's a sure way of getting your legs broken.
A fence is just a tout in training, so you're finished with him, OK?
You got a car?
Aye, I do.
Mickey Johnson ran a taxi company and was high up in the IRA,
Drivers were a perfect way to recruit.
I knew Martin would be pissed off by the IRA for taking out Frankie's knees.
Maybe he'd see Mickey's job as an opportunity to get a car and to help us.
That was my hook.
In my world, timing is everything, and occasionally we get lucky.
I've been asking around for you. I'm glad you're OK.
I'm fine, no problem.
Come here, Frankie. I'll get you in. You OK?
You'll be OK, man. Look at me, Frankie. I'm sorry, mate, you know?
I wish I could have helped you, man. There was nothing I could have done, OK?
Frankie's got an appointment at the Royal. Bloody taxis. We're late.
I'm sure we've missed his doctor.
Next week he goes on Tuesday and Thursday.
- Maybe I can give you a lift. - You got a car?
Aye, definitely. Yeah.
That'd be brilliant, wouldn't it, Frankie?
- Tuesday'd be grand. - I'll pick you up on Tuesday, OK?
- Four o'clock? - Aye, definitely.
There's a right way and a wrong way to do this. He's not in our pocket yet.
Pick him up. Let's see what he's made of.
Worst case, he ends up another statistic in jail or the morgue.
I don't see a downside.
He doesn't listen. That's his problem.
- Fuckin' wanker. - Hey.
What did you say?
- Take him. - Come here, love.
- What did you say? - Don't be starting anything.
- Did you say something to me? - Marty, just walk away.
Move on. OK, move on. Good man.
OK, why would you do that? You're gonna point that at me now?
- Oh, my God! Marty, what are you doing? - Why'd you do that? Are you sick?
Sick in the head? Is that it? Sick bastard!
I had a wee baby in my arms! I had a wee baby!
- Get back there! - Against the wall!
Ma!
- Marty! - You're coming with us right now.
- Fuck off. - I'm his mother!
- Stay back. - I was just walking. He kicked me.
Ma, I swear to God I didn't do anything! I swear!
He's assaulted an officer and he's going down to the station.
Bloody idiots were supposed to pick you up, not start a riot.
What the hell's going on? Are you setting me up?
A desperate man goes to desperate measures.
I'm Fergus.
That's a terrible thing happened to your mate Frankie.
I'm sure the sister, Lara, forgot to tell you, her mother got the shoes.
Thinks you're a rock star.
Hopefully I've impressed you with our thoroughness because...
I need your help.
You met with Mickey Johnson.
- Never seen him. - This is about lives and saving them.
They'll do to you what they did to Frankie, only worse.
They're terrorists, killers who've found a cause to kill for.
Terrorists? Is that what you think, huh? Terrorists?
Well, I don't see anyone tearing up your house 'cause you're Irish,
hauling your arse out, getting the shit kicked out of you by soldiers for fun.
Huh?
The Brits have never been in Ireland by invitation,
so who's the fucking terrorist?
I'm offering you a job you can feel good about.
They'll offer you a job that'll likely get you killed.
It's harder to live for your country than die for it.
A car's expensive. My gift to you. No strings.
You see, I'm betting murder isn't in you.
Memorise this number, then flush the card. Call me anytime.
Tell them your name's John Brown. Ask for Fergus. They'll find me.
How do I know that's not bugged?
Well, why would we bother?
One phone call, I know where you are.
You wanna give me money and a car for nothing?
That's fine by me.
Hop along, Frankie.
Give me those.
How'd you afford a set of wheels?
Because I got a job.
- You? You got a real job? - Aye, a real job. I'm a taxi driver.
- Where's your licence? - You need a licence now, do you?
I thought we were in Belfast, you wee shit.
This is brilliant. Don't mind our Frankie.
He's fine.
Listen, I was just wondering if maybe I could take you out.
Maybe see a film or grab some dinner or something.
Sure. Dinner?
OK.
Look, I think I'm free on Thursday. Is that OK?
- OK. You're on. - OK.
Frankie, don't mind him. He's got a real job.
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
- So where are we going? - The Europa Hotel, man.
Oh, I need you to pick my daughter up for school in the morning. Is that OK?
Aye, no problem.
- Nice shirt. - What, this?
- Hmm. - I can pick one up for you if you like.
Come on. It's not like that.
...so how do you like driving a taxi?
- It beats working for Paddy. - No complaints about the hours?
- I like it. - You're one of my best drivers.
You're reliable. That counts for everything. Know who you remind me of?
I don't remind you of anybody. I'm not like anybody else.
My ma always said I'm like one in a million.
- A million. That's what my ma told me. - Aye, you're full of shit.
- Who do I remind you of? - Wee Aggie.
Who's Aggie?
I wouldn't trust him with my wife, but I trust him with my life.
Ah! I've got a bloody spring in me arse.
No wonder your aunt gave you this shitbox for free.
Up yours, man.
I could have got you a deal on a real car.
And end up with the peelers on my tail, man? No, thank you.
You're a tube.
- There he is. - Here he comes.
Sean, where are you going, man?
You'll catch up with Sean later.
If God is good and we're lucky.
We're going for a spin. Follow that car.
It's a nice day.
Go north to the M5. Head for Larne.
Mate, I'm sorry, but I was pretty much finished my shift.
I got a big, big night coming up.
You'll be finished when I'm finished.
Fine. I'll just keep my mouth shut, then, will I?
Turn left into that parking lot there and park. Aye.
Just over there.
You stay here. I'll look and be right back.
And then you can get on with your big night.
Now, is there a problem?
- No problem. - Good.
Good enough. Let's go.
Hello, yeah. Can I speak to Fergus, please?
My name? John. John Brown.
So whatever you wanna do. Just wear something slinky.
It's a really fancy place. I'll pick you up at eight, OK?
All right, speak soon. I'll be there at eight. All right, bye.
- Sounds like Marty's got a date. - I do, I do.
I'm sorry, Ray. You're just not invited.
Listen, take her...
Take her somewhere nice. Yeah?
- Oh, my God. It's on fire. - Is it meant to do that?
It's the chef's signature dish.
Of course.
- It looks smashing. - Aye, it does. It really does.
- My pleasure. - Thank you.
Thank you.
- So you never answered my question. - What question was that?
- Don't duck it. You have an opinion. - I'm not ducking.
I'm not. I don't have an opinion.
You're Irish. You were born with an opinion.
What are you thinking?
I was thinking whether your ma liked them shoes that I got her.
- That's what I was thinking. - Yes.
- She practically slept with them on. - Did she?
You achieved sainthood.
So?
How did we get from me being thrown out of school
to suddenly my belief in God, anyway?
Like, I wanna know about you. Like, what's your favourite band?
OK, I'm not saying I don't believe in God. I do believe in God.
But he's probably not a Catholic God.
I don't think God's sitting on a cloud
trying to figure out whether he's Protestant or Catholic or Buddhist.
Everyone's got big opinions about how you should live and who you should love.
The government, the peelers, the Catholics, the Protestants, the Brits.
I mean, any of them is full of it...
...if they think that they know more about you or me or God than anybody else.
They're more interested in killing than living,
which is hard enough to do, keep up with the everyday shit.
Morrissey, Guns N' Roses,
the Pogues and U2, of course.
Jimmy Page is probably one of the finest guitar players alive,
and Prince is great for having sex.
# Up on the roof No fear of falling
# With my girl at my beck and callin'
# I kiss her once and hold her tightly
# With a smile on my face I know I could do this nightly
# Her warm embrace Her face excites me
- Where are we, anyway? - Near Larne.
You know, someone told me about this pub. Do you wanna check it out?
What's going on there?
- Do you know him? - I don't know him.
You, get back. Move it out of here. Behind the line.
Go on, move it. Move it. Come on.
OK. We're moving.
- Move it back now. - Come on. Let's go.
- Move back. - Under there. Come on.
Did I ever tell you I wanted to go to Disney World before I die?
Aye, you don't stop going on about it, you and Minnie Mouse.
Tell you what, give us a lift home.
I always give you a lift.
You rode Lara, didn't you?
You keep track of her period or you'll be shopping for nappies. Good man.
- Taking advice from the model da? - My kids are beautiful.
Besides, being a da's not easy. It's got its responsibilities...
Fuck me. How you doin'?
That's a nice bum. Aye.
We sickened 'em today. It's one for our side.
Look, you gotta expect a bit of killing,
a bit of dying in a revolution.
That's the way things work.
Besides, you're not a man unless you've got a cause.
Give us a lift.
Two soldiers died. Two are critical.
- I didn't see anything. - Why are you working for them?
I'm not working for them like that. I've been driving Mickey around.
They asked me to pick up Quinn, so I did.
- And they trust you? - Like I said, it's not like that.
Why?
Well, you called me. Why? What's different?
Everything.
You can move on the inside.
Dead men will be walking around and becoming grandfathers...
...because of you.
That's my community. Like, I know some of these people.
Memorise this.
Here's your petrol money.
Thanks for the tea.
Anytime.
Fuck! Stop him!
Hold it!
- Don't you fucking move! - All right! Don't shoot!
OK, lads, make sure you're at the Upland place by 12 noon tomorrow.
Mickey, you take the back roads, dump the cars there and split.
Johnny will look after things here. And, lads, make sure no one sees you.
OK, let's go!
- It's an odds thing. - What is?
If the peelers get one of the cars,
the other two are more likely to get through if we're in a pack.
Besides, with cargo like this, it keeps us all honest.
Shit.
Sean, what are you doing, man? Put that away.
I'm serious. Put it away. Put it away.
If this thing blows, I'll be Jesse fucking James.
Sean, you put that away, man.
Fucking put it away. Put it away.
- That's quite a car. - Yeah, it's my da's.
Uh-huh. Where are you off to today, son?
We're just picking him up at the airport, like.
- You're a long way out of your way. - Well, we had to go to my sister's.
She's moving, so we're just on our way back round.
- Can I see your licence, please? - Aye.
I told my da to keep it in there. He must have forgot.
- Can I take a look in the boot, please? - Aye, no problem.
You know what's happened? This is a spare set of keys.
My da's got the main set. It's not gonna work the boot.
Tell you what. If I give yous a number, maybe you could speak to my sister.
Have you got a pen? I can write it down for you.
My da'll beat my arse if I'm late.
If you could just tell my sister you're calling about Martin McGartland, OK?
Just wait here, mate.
She says she has your keys.
OK. Thank you. That's great. Thank you.
Whoo!
They got nothing on us, they don't. So who the fuck's your sister?
Uh, it was my ma. Fucking my ma!
Your ma? Bloody hell. My ma would have let them have me.
Good work, man.
An RUC patrol calling me like I was your sister?
- Come on. I was brilliant. - stupid risks cost lives.
Including yours.
So you're my da now? Just get the guns.
Today in Belfast, residents of...
Detectives said it was highly significant and certainly curious,
the weapons ranging from...
A haul of nearly 100 guns, including Kalashnikov rifles,
has been discovered by police...
Three men were arrested, believed to be connected to the IRA.
Come on. Let's go.
- Who's that? - He's a target.
And what are you asking questions for?
Listen, Marty, it could just as easily be him
scouting you and your family. Go.
It's the Protestant church up near North Road.
The target's got three wee girls.
What else?
Look, this guy's got a family as well. He's just doing his job, you know?
OK, Ray O'Brien is the shooter. That's it.
What about Sean?
Look, I don't know nothing about Sean. I told you that.
You don't get to pick and choose. This is all in.
Because I finger you, you're dead. You finger me, I'm dead.
So... there we are.
I wanna show you something.
He has a kid. A ma, a da.
- Is he a tout? - A tout?
He saved at least 30 lives, probably more.
He's a goddamn hero.
Your mates tortured him for seven days, 168 hours, until we found him.
Sean doesn't get arrested.
A 400lb bomb was your mate's latest gift to the city of Belfast,
seven people died, and you don't want him arrested?
Look, he's my mate. He's got two kids from two different women.
Aw! Give me a hanky.
No way. I can't do it. There's no deal. No way.
Then there's no deal.
What if I give you every detail of every move he makes?
You can shut him down, like.
Come on. I'm into saving my mates as much as yours.
Look at him. Can't you just look at him?
It's a dirty war, and everyone seems to think the end justifies the means,
which is why you and your mate are even walking around.
How do you know I can do it?
You've got no choice.
Neither have I.
I'm not looking for a da.
Just... don't get yourself killed.
- Hello. - How you doing?
Yeah, not bad. It's a cold one, isn't it?
- Aye. That time of year, isn't it? - Aye, definitely.
- Is this all your gang? - Yeah.
- Hi. What's your name? - Jane.
Jane, is it? Hello, Jane. I like yourjacket, Jane. And what's your name?
- Catherine. - Catherine. And what about you?
- You ready? - You're cheeky, you are, aren't you?
Aye. Anyway, take it easy. Have a good one.
Martin.
- What? - I'm pregnant.
Are you sure?
I did a home pregnancy test, and at the hospital... Yeah, I'm sure.
That's... That's something, isn't it?
- It's brilliant. It's fantastic. - Really?
Come on. What did you think I was gonna say?
I don't know.
- What about my ma? - Oh, shit, your ma.
Shit. My ma.
Marty! I have the washing, but I couldn't find that blue shirt.
What were you doing with the blue...
Lara, love, you can come out now.
Look, the two of yous are adults, but if you get yourself pregnant,
well, don't go expecting your parents to treat you any different.
Oh, my. Well, then, I guess a "congratulations" is in order.
Your father wasn't much of a man to look to, but you're not him.
You'll do the right thing or I'll kill you myself.
- Ma, for Christ's sake. - Well, I'll leave you to make a plan.
- Sorry. - There's lots to think about.
Oh, shit.
I was so worried.
Me too.
You OK?
I'm not gonna piss off like my own da, man.
I'm gonna stick around, give the kid a wee bit of advice here and there.
It's going down on Friday. You gonna be ready?
I'll be ready. You're worse than my own ma.
I just don't want you to embarrass me, is all.
You wouldn't embarrass me, now, would you?
Wanker.
So, lover boy, what are you gonna do...
...when Lara's ma finds out that you knocked up her daughter?
Don't you worry about that one. There's no way we're shacking up.
I've got it.
- Who is it? - I don't know. I'm just getting it.
I've nowhere else to go. My mummy, she found out.
Aw, jeez, look, we can't live here really.
You want to shack up?
Aye. Oh, aye, definitely. Come here.
We'll be all right, huh, baby?
Marty McGartland, you're full of surprises.
Aye, I know. Now, come on. Get inside.
- I've got school every day, so, like... - Don't worry about that.
I'm fully employed. You know that. You know that.
I love you.
Me, too.
At the Portsmouth ferry,
there's a boatload of soldiers going to England on the 18th.
They're gonna hit the vans in the queue.
Too many civilians for the boat itself makes for bad press.
Now, I know they've got a shitload of Semtex,
a load of weapons, make sure this really goes off.
- You know what Mickey said to me? - What?
He said he was so pleased with the Upland operation...
...that he's bumping me up to B Battalion.
- Yes! - I thought you'd like that.
- I like that. - You know what else he said?
- What? - He's sending me to meet McFarlane.
He... Oh, come on. It's bloody brilliant. That's bloody brilliant.
I'm here to prepare volunteers, in case you get interrogated by the police.
They'll come in banging in the night, screaming to confuse you.
Press this button to get directly through to me.
Punch in a number, I call you.
OK. Appliance of science, that's brilliant. I like that. Very James Bond.
Ask the duty sergeant to see the doctor before they beat you.
The harder they hit, the harder you hit back.
Curl up in a ball and protect your head. You'll need it.
Unless, of course, they cuff you, in which case you're fucked.
- I know what I'm doing. - Oh, yeah?
You know, they'll hold your head underwater till your eyes are spinning.
Again and again, for a couple of hours.
If they won't let you go to the toilet,
strip right down in front of them and take a shit.
They'll squeeze your balls with a pair of pliers,
twist your thumbs out their sockets.
OK, man, like, I get it.
You say one thing, they'll have you for seven years.
You'll say whatever they want to make it stop.
Think, outsmart them, but never underestimate them.
You admit to anything, you'll end up in a ditch with a cattle prod up your arse.
My car's marked, right? You bugged my place. I've got this wee buzzer here.
Look, there's someone on my tail 24 hours a day.
Yeah, but it doesn't mean I don't worry.
I'd get up there if you would, but there's no way I'm going on my own.
The British found out about the Portsmouth operation.
No shit.
So, ladies, what are we celebrating, then?
- We just passed our exams, a wee bit. - Aye. This one got here two As.
- And a B. - Two As and a B.
Well, cheers to that.
Cheers.
Mm. Don't you worry about this. I'll go and get the next round.
- Give us a hand, Marty. - Sean, I don't drink.
Give us a hand. I know you're not.
Sorry.
Two lagers, please.
There's a fucking leak.
They got everything. Bloody waste of Semtex, it was.
- Brit blood would've spilled. - Aye, Jesus Christ, what a waste.
If we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no fucking luck at all.
Fucking peelers, man.
Peeler, yeah. It's times like this,
it makes you think about your family and puts it all into perspective.
I wanna see my damn kids, you know.
Anyway...
- What's with him? - He's just drunk.
- Feel that? - Did it kick? Is it kicking?
- It's a ballerina in there. - That is a footballer.
- Ballerina. - Footballer.
- Let's go home and fight about it. - OK.
Did you know pregnant girls are extra horny?
- Let's definitely go home, then. - Let's go.
You make me look brilliant.
I couldn't dodge this meeting. Head of security'll be there.
- You don't think they're onto me? - No, they're gonna test you.
Do whatever they ask. If they suspect you're not 100%, you'll be out or dead,
and, well, we have no one moving up the inside like you.
Aye. OK.
I'll meet you at five, usual place. Good luck.
Cut him down.
Sean. Sean. Come on, let's get out.
- I wanna hear him say it. - He'll say anything right about now.
- What are you gonna do with that? - Relax, relax, relax.
You're a good lad.
I wanna know about the operation on Portsmouth, what you told the cops.
I don't know anything about the operation.
- What did you tell them? - Nothing.
Both teams are being very cautious. Nobody is taking the chance.
- What's the score, Sean? - It's nil-nil.
No! No!
How'd the cops get you to talk?
Money?
It's not much good to you now, is it?
What are you gonna do with those?
- You're a tout. What are you? - I'm not! I'm not!
- What are you? - Nothing!
- What are you? - A tout.
A tout.
Sean, Sean, turn that off.
All right, lads, listen up.
Speak into that.
I'm a tout. Just tell my mum I said sorry.
Just tell her I'm sorry.
Good man.
Marty. Marty, come here.
He's a tout.
Stiff him.
- Don't, please. - Come on, brother. We haven't all day.
Do it! Just fucking do it!
No, don't! Don't kill me! Don't!
What the fuck was that about?
It's my operation.
He's my tout.
Get him out of here.
You... clean up this mess.
- You knew this was gonna happen. - And you didn't?
- They completely trust you now. - I had a gun at his head, like.
You said I couldn't do it, I didn't have murder in me.
I was so scared, I swear to God, I might have done it.
I lied.
We all have murder in us.
You?
The hunters become the hunted, yes.
Is that what you tell yourself to make it all OK?
The price of a conscience is death. None of us can afford it.
They're swearing me in. I'm gonna be a full volunteer.
Do you have any idea what that means to the next person you're going to save?
I've put a block on your house. It means it's off limits to the peelers.
Store weapons for the IRA, we'll trace 'em every time they're moved.
89, Cutland Road, right?
There's an RUC officer who's gonna be hit by Friday.
They're gonna blow him up with a car bomb.
Now, is that it? I'd like to get out now, please.
I don't blame the RUC
for turning my son into an informer.
I don't blame the IRA for killing him.
I blame me son for the choice he made...
...to go against his family and his community.
It doesn't get any easier, son. It's all about saving lives, isn't it?
It's gotta be done.
I dream that one day we'll walk as free men in our own country.
The British have made us into their poor, stupid cousins.
The IRA is here to show them that an ounce of resistance...
...is worth a pound of votes.
Do you know who said that?
- No. - Bobby Sands.
He was quoting Vladimir Lenin, mastermind of the Russian revolution.
He changed the world and built a nation.