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I'm sorry... There you are.

Eamonn, she's getting worse.

I can't just leave her here on the floor in this state.

Davey McEwen's father was left for dead by a lawless gang last night.

Tell your Protestant mother we Catholics look after our children.

We must find the bravery to choose freedom over fear.

So I should just say what I want, be with who I want.

I have a flat in Belfast.

Come tonight.

["Our Day Will Come" by Frankie Valli] ♪ Our day will come ♪ ♪ And we'll have everything ♪ ♪ We'll share the joy ♪ ♪ Falling in love can bring ♪ ♪ No one can tell me that I'm too young to know ♪ This is a control zone, you'll need to move on, now.

I told you to stay in the car!

♪ And you love me ♪ ♪ Our day will come ♪ ♪ (Our day will come) ♪ ♪ If we just wait awhile ♪ ♪ No tears for us ♪ I've a stick of dynamite in my underpants, darlin'.

[laughs] Catch yourself on, big lad.

♪ Because we'll always be In love this way ♪ ♪ Our day ♪ ♪ Our day will... ♪ [song playing on radio] [distant phone ringing] If he's anything like my husband, he'll have them off in five minutes.

[laughs] Well worth a month's wages then.

[old lady laughs] MICHAEL: So, it's true then... Catholic girls are nymphomaniacs.

And they have scaly backs.

[laughs] Are you saying I'm bogging?

Filthy.

Mm... Well, you smell like scallions.

[laughs] Patrol car.

They like to let me know they know where I am.

Who is Siobhán de Buitléir?

MICHAEL: I've been swotting up since our last lesson.

Mmm.

Is your week busy?

MICHAEL: Always.

I'm free Easter Monday.

After my shift.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I'd better go.

[giggles] I think about you all the time.

Do you ever spare a thought for this poor old lad?

Mm.

I've got better things to be thinking about, Michael Agnew, than dirty old men.

[laughs] Mingin' jam sandwiches again.

The wee pips stick in my teeth.

[laughs] In!

I know.

Look, I'm just giving the child a lift, with everything that's happening at home.

Do you think he could get free school dinners?

It's too much.

Sitting with him at break.

The lifts.

Now dinners?!

It's up to Mrs.

McGeown to feed her children.

If she can't do that, she shouldn't have had them.

Betty does feed them, she's just struggling.

Betty?

I meant Mrs.

McGeown!

Stay away from the McGeowns.

SEAN: A 22-year-old man was shot dead in an ongoing feud between the INLA and the Official IRA.

BRID: The Protestant Action Force shot two men in a bar up in New Lodge.

Okay.

Well, what about some good news?

Like, who is number one in the charts?

My daddy's getting better.

He can nearly light his own fag now.

[door opens, bell dings] How's about you, Cushla?

I'm good thanks, Fidel.

This is wee Davy McGeown.

I believe your friends are acquainted with his daddy.

I'm sorry to hear about your da, wee man.

I'm sure his daddy will be delighted to know that you were concerned, but erm, no Easter eggs this year 'cause he's not working.

My ma got in too many, and they'll not shift now.

Thanks, mister!

[chuckles] Okay, let's go.

[door opens] [sighs] [door closes] [indistinct conversation] Maybe Tommy'll go back next year.

Nah, he's over 16.

He can do what he likes.

He's hardly here anymore.

Knocking about with his cousins.

Bad news, them boys.

Here, bring this up to him.

Try and talk a bit of sense into him.

Yeah.

[upbeat pop music playing on radio] [knock on door] I come bearing gifts.

G'won.

You're never too old for a creme egg.

[music stops] So, you're leaving school?

You're so close to the end, Tommy.

Would you not just suffer it out for the next few weeks?

Sit the exams at least.

Daddy's sitting down there with a bag of **** strapped to his leg.

He'll not work again.

School is a luxury I can't afford.

Yeah, but if you get a couple of A levels, you can earn a bit of money, go to university.

Have some real prospects.

What prospects would they be?

I hope the peelers catch whoever did this soon.

TOMMY: Yeah, well, they'd best find them before I do.

EAMONN: Go and say happy Easter to your granny.

Marian's put on a quare lot of weight.

CUSHLA: You can't help yourself, can you?

- Granny!

- Hi.

Give me a wee kiss.

- Happy Easter, Granny.

- Hello girls!

You look beautiful!

EAMONN: Look who we brought.

- Go watch TV.

- Hi.

Ooh!

- Happy Easter.

- Happy Easter, Cushla.

- Love your hair!

- Happy Easter, Ma.

Makes you look older.

We brought you, er, some Easter... I actually got some, so you can take it home.

Ah, give it here, Eamonn.

I'll bring you a wee bickie.

[sighs] Are we all out of knives?

[clears throat] To Daddy.

Second Easter without him.

To Daddy.

God rest his soul.

EAMONN: Tuck in.

Oh, Jesus!

CUSHLA: What?

I-I've rubbed it in garlic.

Aye, sure you did.

I'll stink like a Froggie for the day.

Should I fry up a wee bit of bacon?

It's delicious, Cushla.

I don't like it, Mommy.

Just eat your potatoes.

- EMMA: I like it!

- [phone ringing] EMMA: Go on, Nicola!

Wait for me!

EAMONN: Girls, where are you going?

Let them go.

Hello?

MICHAEL: I just wanted to say happy Easter.

And hear your voice.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I spared you a wee thought last night.

As I was lying in bed.

MICHAEL: Oh yeah?

I thought about you first thing this morning when I woke up.

When can I see you again?

MICHAEL: I'm working on it.

Well, work harder.

- I can't wait.

- BOY: Dad?!

MICHAEL: Sorry, I have to go.

[call ends] [background chatter] [phone clinks] Who was it?

Gerry.

- Who's Gerry?

- Someone special?

The wee teacher she's been staying out all night with.

- EAMONN: What's going on?

- Nothing.

There'd better not be.

What about your job?

Leave her alone!

She's a single girl.

And she'll bloody stay single as well, giving it away for nothing.

I have no privacy!

EAMONN: [laughs] Do yous hear her?

Aye.

We have some news!

Well, I should let you tell them, Eamonn.

[chuckles] I think we've guessed.

When?

- End of July.

Or...?

- MARIAN: Yeah.

August.

Five months gone.

Five months.

[slow dreary music] EAMONN: Alright, come on, girls.

Let's go.

- MARIAN: Eamonn... - Don't rise to her.

They're on their way to the golf club.

I know they are.

Is it any wonder they left?

Her ma was probably told the moment our Eamonn pulled out of her.

That's disgusting.

And why did you tell them about me?

I'm a grown woman who's entitled to a private life!

GINA: Don't be so childish.

Me?

Childish?

Sure, you're the one who has to be put to bed night after night.

[singing on TV] [dishes clanking] [distant dog barking] [door unlocks] MANDY: Thanks, Ms.

Lavery.

That's wheeker.

[chuckles] He's a geg.

Daddy's gonna love this lamb.

At least you all got together.

Neither of our families would have us.

CUSHLA: That's their loss, Betty.

Oh... I hope you love it as much as I did.

Thanks.

Mandy, take this through to Daddy.

Can we have our eggs from the man now?

Well, you can really thank Ms.

Lavery for them.

Thanks, Ms.

Lavery.

Here you go.

[giggles] You've been awful good to us this last while.

I just want you to know that me and Seamus, we really appreciate it.

Ah, it's... [chuckles] [soft melancholic music] [birds squawking] [burps] That garlic's been repeating on me since yesterday.

[exhales] Er, Seamie McGeown said thank you very much for the Easter eggs.

Wise up, wee girl.

You can't just say what you want anymore.

Do you want to get us burnt out?

I want his people to know what they've done!

You should see the state of Seamie, Eamonn.

He's a mess.

You've been to their house?

Is it bogging?

No!

It's immaculate.

It's the people throwing dog ***** at their washing line that are bogging.

Just keep your oar out.

- Your Honor.

- Jimmy.

EAMONN: Alright, Jimmy.

Here, I've managed to wrangle a couple of hours free.

You're finishing soon, right?

I'm going to the pictures.

With who?

With Gerry.

EAMONN: Finger out, Princess.

JONES: Nice blouse, mate!

[laughter] Is that the boy who had you out all night?

CUSHLA: Ha!

Er, Eamonn, this is Gerry.

Gerry, this is my brother, Eamonn.

Gerry's a Leeds supporter.

Is that a good thing here?

It gets you a drink on the house.

What's your poison?

[laughs] A pint of, er, your best!

EAMONN: Barcelona... chances?

GERRY: I think we'll do them, you know.

Decent bloke.

Pity about the blouse.

Go round to him, I'll get this.

Go.

Well, how's about you?

Hello again.

We're going to see Cabaret.

Lavery's not seen it yet.

Is that so?

[background chatter] GERRY: Alright.

He's rather taken with you.

Are you serious?

I appear to be jealous... which is, er... no-not a helpful development.

Yeah, well... I never know where you are or what you're doing.

So I won't be getting myself to a nunnery anytime soon.

Wait, hold on.

[slow dramatic music] Here.

You can phone me at the flat.

Anytime.

I'm sorry that things aren't different.

[music playing] Eamonn said I rang you during dinner yesterday.

You did.

I said I did, but did I?

You did.

You owe me, Lavery.

I don't owe you a quick feel.

You should be so lucky.

[both chuckle] [phone line trilling] REPORTER: How do you respond to the criticisms that you're blatantly encouraging terrorism by representing members of the IRA?

MICHAEL: Let me be clear.

I am defending Conor Kelly, Michael McAleavey, and Patrick Coyle because they are not members of the IRA.

- GINA: Cheeky.

- MICHAEL: They are, however, like most Catholic youths in Belfast, in danger of being recruited.

They've no work or future prospects open to them, and if they get into trouble, they've no hope of justice and they know it.

That case'll burn anyone who goes near it.

MICHAEL: They have nothing to lose.

GINA: Fair play to him, no one else is speaking up for those boys.

His poor wife though.

As if life with him wasn't hard enough.

Joanna Butler.

Who's Siobhán de Buitléir?

Do you know her?

Aye, I know of her.

They were talking in the hairdressers.

She wouldn't be one for circulation, if you know what I mean.

No, I don't know what you mean.

The nerves, I told you before.

And the drink.

Any wonder, a string of affairs and now this carry on.

Affairs?

GINA: Aye.

Women go silly for him, and he doesn't deny himself.

His wife would be the only one who doesn't know.

[tense music building] - [clears throat] - [music stops] You planning on peeling that wee spud into oblivion?

[phone line trilling] MICHAEL: Hello?

I wanna see you.

Now.

[engine turns off] My dear mommy helped me figure out who Siobhán de Buitléir is.

Joanna Butler.

Why did you not say when I asked?

Because I keep all that separate.

That's very neat.

Very Protestant.

MICHAEL: Don't.

Apparently, I'm the only one that doesn't know you're a complete womanizer!

[sighs] How little your friends must think of your wife that they scarcely bat an eyelid while you parade me around.

My wife is no concern of yours and... should not come between us.

And your other women?

Are they any concern of your poor wife?

Do you really wanna have this conversation?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Yeah.

Then I would counter that this attack of conscience hasn't been triggered by any concern for my wife's dignity, but by the realization that you're not the only woman that I've been with outside of my marriage.

***** off!

Cushla... Cushla!

[Cushla cries] [sighs] [slow dreary music] [dog barks] [children whispering] - [door closes] - CUSHLA: Excuse me.

DAVY: What's a Soldier Doll, Miss?

Nothing.

It's not for today.

A traitor.

She sleeps with the enemy.

Sean!

Not for class.

They have to heat up the tar... Enough, Sean!

That's mine, Miss.

I have to hang it back up, so my sister doesn't get any ideas.

Mommy says girls go silly for boys in uniform.

After class.

Let's move on, please.

- DAVY: Miss... - You too, Davy.

[school bell ringing] Art supplies away, please.

[church bells tolling] Oh, I'm not a hundred percent today.

Well, you're a hundred percent hungover.

Big juicy eyeballs on you.

You're so spiky lately.

I hope you're not that mean to poor Gerry.

How about you?

Maybe that's why he's not calling.

[birds caw] COMMENTATOR: And now, entering the arena, you have the German Shepherds of the Police... GINA: "Are You a Love Addict?

How to Stop Stifling Your Feelings and Become a Truly Sexual Woman."

Ha... Mother of God.

Why do people waste their money on this *****?

Why do you steal it from the hairdressers?

Are you a love addict?

You haven't gone five feet from that phone in a week.

Are you and Gerry fighting or what?

[phone ringing] - Hello?

- MICHAEL: Don't hang up.

Can I talk to you?

Maybe.

MICHAEL: I want to make it right.

Are you in the pub?

MICHAEL: Aye, yeah.

I came in looking for you.

I can be there in five minutes.

I couldn't get away.

And I thought you hated me.

[soft chuckle] Okay.

[phone clinks] GINA: Who was that?

Gerry.

I'm gonna go and see him now.

So, he's forgiven you, has he?

I'll cook later.

Aye.

Well, I'll give myself a wee top-up.

Stave off the hunger!

[mellow instrumental music] [chuckles] [engine starts] [soft moaning] REID: No tears today, I hope?

Er, no.

I was just catching up with a friend.

Oh, you're popular tonight.

Your mother just let in a young fella, presumably not for her.

Erm, must be the other school teacher.

We're planning a disco, so it's all go.

- Night.

- Good night.

Your wee man is in there.

Er... Communication breakdown.

I must have gone to the wrong pub.

Oh... Tommy.

Expecting Michael?

Relax.

That time I phoned, you said "Michael?"

Ah, yeah.

Is everything okay at home?

Aye, same.

Oh... The best book I've ever read.

Dark like, but... great.

Keep 'em coming.

You know, book lovers like you should really stay in school, Tommy.

Erm... I'll see you later, yeah?

Yeah, I'll... I'll see you later.

[upbeat rock music plays] [laughs] Constable Peters, this is Cushla, the P4 teacher.

Ms.

Lavery.

I drink in your pub the odd time.

Oh yeah?

And will you be dancing?

I have a few impressive moves.

I might bust them out for you, if you're lucky.

It's not me you're trying to impress.

Isn't it?

["Billy Don't Be a Hero" by Paper Lace playing] Chatting up peelers.

- Risky.

- You're just jealous!

If he was chocolate, he'd eat himself.

[laughs] Gerry, I can't dance!

Yeah, I can see that, but I'm brilliant at it.

[children laugh] [laughs] Gerry!

Disco Peeler can't take his eyes off you.

What have you done?

Guilty of being too attractive.

I mean it.

He's watching you.

♪ "Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Don't be a fool with your life ♪ ♪ Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Come back and make me your wife" ♪ ♪ And as Billy started to go ♪ ♪ She said, "Keep your pretty head low ♪ ♪ Billy, don't be a hero ♪ ♪ Come back to me" ♪ Here, did you see Penny's got her own solo show next month?

- Well done, you.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

We're going for salon style.

Cluttered walls, a few new pieces of sculpture.

- That's great.

- Come on in.

You should both come.

Thank you, Penny.

Go on in.

...old Nigel Prendergast?

Yes.

Potato nose?

- Oh!

[laughs] - That was his nickname.

Well, he appeared before the judge on a drink-driving charge and he refused to recognize the court.

When he was asked to explain himself, he said, "Well, it's been painted since the last time I was here."

Oh, he didn't say that!

No, he didn't!

- [laughter] - Ridiculous!

I don't get it.

Bloody hell, Jane.

Refusing to recognize the court!

- Like the IRA prisoners do.

- JANE: Ah... Gunmen and bombers thinking they're being treated unfairly.

Well, being denied a jury is unfair.

Well, listen, don't get started on the Diplock courts, right?

I'm trying to digest my food here.

They would not be tolerated anywhere else in the UK.

Kelly, McAleavey, and Coyle murdered those RUC men.

Those boys were picked out of a line-up by a witness who could only be described as unreliable.

Oh, good old Michael.

Defending the indefensible.

PENNY: Cushla, why don't you start, before these two do?

CUSHLA: Yeah.

Erm, I was thinking... There are some words that I would like to know.

Fire away.

VICTOR: Propaganda.

Bolscaireacht.

VICTOR: Internment.

Imtheorannú.

VICTOR: Terrorist.

Sceimhlitheoir.

Just stop it!

Please.

Why don't we go back to, erm, where you left off last time?

You were telling us how to make a noun slender.

The masculine and feminine, remember?

Okay.

Friend of the lawyer?

Is that feminine and slender?

Cara an dlíodóra.

It's masculine, actually.

Are you alright tonight, Victor?

I'm fine.

That was fun.

[sighs] Victor was goading me, not you.

He'll never forgive the IRA for Bloody Friday.

He was one of the first journalists on the scene and... He smelled burnt flesh and saw body parts being shoveled into bin bags.

Jesus!

His problem is with the IRA, not with all Catholics.

It was an interesting choice of words though.

All associated with my lot.

You can't deny that I'm a source of ridicule to your friends.

I'm the token Taig.

I dislike that word.

What do you prefer?

RC?

Fenian?

Mick?

Don't be flippant.

What, am I the first Taig?

I bet you I am.

Does it make you feel better that you're doing it for community relations?

Cushla, please.

I should have told him to ***** off, instead of sitting there like a good little native, letting him humiliate me.

Let's go to Dublin for the weekend.

What?

Take the Taig to Taig-town, buy your wee bit on the side a big bun in Bewley's?

I'm being serious.

I won't be your dirty weekend... pretend to be your wife.

Let's just get back to the flat... ♪ The shadow of your smile ♪ ♪ When you are gone ♪ CUSHLA: This music is full of want.

It's like the Portuguese word, "saudade," a deep yearning.

"Saudade"?

You marley-mouthed pretentious ******.

[both laugh] Thank you.

Tell me, do the Clancy Brothers know that you stole their cardigan?

I wore this especially for you.

CUSHLA: Mm.

CUSHLA: See you later.

DAVY: Thanks, Ms.

Lavery!

Here, Betty, Davy's down for free school dinners.

Go in, Davy.

In.

Did you report me for not looking after the children?

- What do you mean?

- I had a social worker here.

Standing in my scullery.

Opening my fridge.

Asking where the kids sleep.

- Betty, I had no idea.

- They said the school called.

I am managing.

I am doing my best.

I know.

We thought you were our friend.

Stay away from us, Ms.

Lavery.

CUSHLA: Betty... Betty, I had nothing to do with this!

Look, I promise you.

[door closes] Did you send a social worker up to the McGeowns?

You came to me with concerns regarding the McGeown child, which I recorded.

Yeah, I know I did, but I... You said, and I quote: "That woman is struggling."

I am obliged, as Principal, to pass... Yes, I know, but I thought you'd feel sorry for her so Davy could get free school dinners.

- So you lied?!

- No.

No.

She is struggling, but she's a great mother.

Okay?

And I just, I just thought that she could use help.

But you, you did this because she was a Protestant who dared marry a Catholic.

I suggest you stop before you say something you regret!

Or something the McGeowns regret!

Now, can I help you with anything else?

No.

[soft gloomy music] [door opens] [sighs] [sighs] GINA: What's wrong with your bake?

Were you crying?

[sighs] The McGeowns hate me.

Bradley called the social and Betty thinks it was me.

Ah... But you told her it wasn't?

Actually can't even talk about it right now.

GINA: Ach, well... You go see what's on the telly tonight.

I'll get steaks in.

Make chips.

- [phone ringing] - Ah, you stay there.

4-2-8-7-6... It's that wee Gerry fella.

(quietly) Away you go.

Hello?

MICHAEL: Does Gerry know your mother refers to him as "that wee fella"?

It's you.

MICHAEL: Come tonight.

I can't.

I'm knackered.

I've had a bit of a weird day, so I just... I need a quiet night.

MICHAEL: Bad weird?

Not great.

I've nothing for you tonight.

MICHAEL: Hey, that's okay.

Let me look after you.

[slow emotional music] CUSHLA: As if Betty hasn't enough on her plate.

I've just made it worse.

MICHAEL: You were trying to help.

It's brave.

CUSHLA: You can say I'm brave all you like, but I feel like Tommy.

This place is so ******* unfair.

MICHAEL: Yeah, I know.

I'm seeing Tommy McGeowns every day of the week in court.

Nobody thanks you for trying to make it any fairer.

Somebody called in a bomb threat to chambers today.

Who?

[scoffs] Take your pick!

I mean, this case is rattling all sides -- high and low.

My colleagues have just been added to that list 'cos they had to stand in the pouring rain while the bomb squad checked the chambers.

[Michael sighs] God, I hate this place.

Let's go to Dublin.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

But I won't be Mrs.

Agnew!

["Love Song" by Olivia Newton-John] Er, Mr.

and Mrs.

Lavery.

♪ The words I have to say ♪ ♪ May well be simple but they're true ♪ [both laughing] ♪ Until you give your love ♪ ♪ There's nothing more that we can do ♪ ♪ No one could offer you more ♪ ♪ Do you know what I mean?

♪ ♪ Have your eyes really seen?

♪ [both laugh] [knock on door] ♪ You say it's very hard ♪ ♪ To leave behind the life we knew ♪ Good night, sisters.

Ah, you just said, "Good night, sisters," with no drawers on!

[laughs] That's what you've reduced me to!

♪ Love is the key we must turn ♪ MICHAEL: I'm glad I got to bring you here.

There's another jazz club we can go to next time.

CUSHLA: Mm.

You seem to know Dublin well.

[chuckles] I'm an all-Ireland sort of chap.

CUSHLA: As opposed to a united Ireland.

Not necessarily.

I love Ireland.

I just don't think it's worth killing anyone over it.

[mellow jazz music playing] Saudade.

Are we doomed to spend the rest of our lives yearning?

[laughs] It's better than wanting nothing.

I love you.

[both chuckle] Er... you're supposed to say it back.

Another time.

I've been doing all the running.

Ah.

[slow emotional music] Good morning.

- Now there you go.

- Thanks.

Who did you buy these for?

Ah, the missal and beads are for Davy.

"Whoever shall read this prayer shall never die a sudden death, or be drowned, nor shall poison take effect on them; neither shall they fall into the hands of the enemy, or shall be burned in any fire, or shall be overpowered in battle."

Well, St.

Joseph has it all covered.

[chuckles] You're making fun of me, but I got that for you.

And the candle.

"Say for nine mornings for anything you may desire.

It has never been known to fail, so be sure you really want what you ask."

Ah, maybe there's something in it.

It's telling you to be careful what you wish for.

[deep breath] Are you happy?

Too happy.

[door opens] [door closes] - CUSHLA: Mommy!

- [water trickling] Mommy!

GINA: Hello?

Mommy!

- Oh.

- Mommy!

You left me all alone!

- Ah!

- Okay... [Gina groans] Okay.

- GINA: I'm so cold.

- I know you're cold.

- Okay.

Breathe in.

- Where were you?

Okay, put your arms around me.

I know.

Okay, put your wee arm around me.

Can't feel my leg!

One, two, three!

[grunts] Come on, Mommy.

Help me, please.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

Okay, just stay there for me.

[Gina shivering] GINA: You left me alone.

Don't cry, Mommy.

I'm going to put a wee plaster on you, and then I'm going to get you all warm, okay?

- I'm here now.

Okay?

- [Gina crying] I'm here now.

I'm sorry, Mommy.

[Gina crying] [phone line trilling] EAMONN: The Anchor.

CUSHLA: Eamonn, Mommy's drinking's getting worse.

EAMONN: What?

CUSHLA: She's pissed all the time.

There's... there's gin bottles all over this house.

EAMONN: What do you want me to do about it?

I'm up to my ballix here, wee girl!

[call ends] [clink] [soft moaning] [distant dog barking] [distant chatter] [car doors close] [car engine starts] Who is it?

[car departs] I don't know.

A car just reversed in and took off again.

I thought you said you weren't worried about the peelers?

MICHAEL: It wasn't the police.

Who was it?

Did you recognize the car?

No.

It was one of those cars that you're not supposed to remember.

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