Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha, we're on Lindsay's Mill,
heading back towards the main line. Over.
Roger that, Sierra 2 Alpha.
Oh, shit.
Barricade.
Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,
Lindsay's Mill is blocked. Over.
Sierra 2 Alpha from Uniform, received. Stand by. Over.
Stand by? What for?
Shit.
Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,
we have people gathering around. Over!
Eyes on left and right.
- Left and right. - There's more!
Sierra 2 Alpha from Uniform, extract immediately. Over.
Roger that, roger that.
- Bollocks! - Uniform from Sierra 2 Alpha,
we can't extract. There's a crowd around us!
Look left! Petrol bomb!
Come on!
Uniform, we have petrol bombs incoming. Over. We need...
We need backup! Over!
All call signs committed, Sierra 2 Alpha.
- Wait out. - Wait out?
Wait out? What for?
Annie? Annie!
Yes, er...
They've got petrol bombs on the right. On the right.
The engine's gone. The engine... The engine's gone!
Fuck!
Ah... fuck!
End ex.
Ah, shit.
That's one of the worst public order training performances
that I have ever seen. What did you do wrong?
We left the main line.
Oh, so now they get it.
Wisdom from beyond the grave.
Well, we were told there was a casualty down there.
It doesn't matter.
You never get separated from the other units. Ever.
Hello.
Hiya.
Come on, wave to the angels.
If this was real life, you'd be joining them.
Hello! Everybody's dead.
End ex confirmed. Over.
Oops.
Everyone in life at some point has to decide
what kind of person he or she is going to be.
Will you be someone who defines yourself
in terms of who you aren't or who you are?
The time has come for the peacemakers...
Politicians. They don't know anything
about the faith that makes Ulster tick.
They don't know anything about the real, deep convictions.
There are men in Ulster who will die.
Oh... dear.
You all right, sir?
I have the wee shop across the way there.
OK. Do you know him?
Only his nickname.
Soupy.
- Stevie... - Stop, Grace.
There's a syringe.
I've got the gloves.
He's gone.
Uniform from 72.
We've got a suspected overdose on Talbot Road.
One male, deceased.
Can you, um, can you task an ambulance, please, Barney?
Roger that, 72.
Did you talk to him much?
Brought him a wee cup of coffee every day.
He's a nice lad.
Was.
And this too shall pass.
Sorry?
That's what he used to say every time we talked.
This too shall pass.
Said he was in the Army once.
That's what they used to say when things got bad.
You know, yous have a lot to answer for.
Excuse me?
What in the name of God are yous doing all day?
I mean, look at this place. It's chaos.
Well, sir, we're doing the best we can.
Oh, right. Aye.
Sir, if you want to give us a wee minute, we'll, uh,
come and take a statement off you when we're done, OK?
Aye, right.
If it's not too much hassle.
Well, he's not wrong, is he?
♪ I come from just the other side of nowhere
♪ To this big-time lonesome town
♪ They got a lot of ice and snow here
♪ Ain't half as cold as all the people I've found... ♪
I actually think his later stuff was his best.
American Recordings. It's like he knows he's at the end of his life
and all he's got left is... is that voice, you know?
Would you ever shut up about Johnny fucking Cash?
♪ I've got a mind to see the headlights shining... ♪
Eejit!
Uniform, Uniform. To any free call signs.
We have a disturbance at Moylan's Pharmacy, Spire Street. Over.
76 responding. Over.
- Give it to me! - Sir! Sir!
- She won't fucking give it to me! - Step back. Step back now!
What's going on here?
His prescription hasn't arrived.
There's nothing I can do.
Prescription for what?
Methadone.
How old are you?
None of your business.
Let's make it our business.
PAPA check.
Are you OK? Did he assault you?
- No. - ...McSweeney.
That's what I put these screens up for.
These last six months is just desperate people screaming at me.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Look, we can get rid of him for you.
Tell him to go somewhere else from now on.
- Received. Thanks. - Yeah.
OK. Thanks.
Eamonn McSweeney.
Drugs and theft.
He just turned 18.
Right.
OK.
Go.
You can go, but don't come back, OK?
Bastards!
All the best.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.
Here, do you know what you need?
- Huh? - You need a ride.
What?
Who was that girl that you were messaging a while back,
from the training course?
The one from Derry. What's her name?
Aisling.
What happened there?
Nothing.
Nothing, as in you went on a date,
nothing happened? Like, what?
Nothing, as in... nothing.
You should ring her.
I can't ring her, Annie.
Why not?
I don't know. Maybe I'll text her or something.
- Ugh, weak! - Weak?
Weak! Texting weak, calling strong - everybody knows that.
- Really? - Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
How do you know I'm not, anyway?
What?
You know...
Like, riding?
Believe me, mate,
it's obvious.
Yeah.
Inspector.
Ma'am.
How was the public order training?
Good. Thanks.
You remember Murray Canning?
He was CID at Blackthorn until six months ago.
- Of course. Murray. - Inspector.
DS Canning is now with the Paramilitary Crime Task Force.
Those are the latest crime stats for the district.
Out tomorrow.
Right.
Not pretty.
No.
What's going on, Helen?
You know, I lost another response officer last week.
That's the third this year. He left to become a lorry driver.
Apparently, the money is better.
I'm not interested in excuses, Inspector.
It's not an excuse, ma'am.
It's a fact.
Fewer cops, more crime.
Which is why you're getting a new response officer today.
Constable Shane Bradley, a transfer.
DS Canning personally recommended him.
Is that right?
So, why are the PCTF interested in crime stats?
I didn't think that was your thing.
The drug supply to the city centre has increased
exponentially over the last year.
It's the main reason for the rise in street crime and overdoses.
If we can work out where the supply's coming from,
we can cut it off and put a serious dent in those numbers.
From now on, DS Canning will be working closely
with your section.
In what way?
In whatever way he sees fit.
Jen, do you want to close the door?
Oh. Yeah.
- How are you? - Uh, yeah, good. Thanks.
So, you're coming to the end of your training contract.
I'm going over the work you've been doing for us
over the last several months.
And that of the other trainees.
Now, Jen, as you know, we can only keep on one of you.
I mean, this has been an incredibly difficult decision.
All three of you will make fantastic solicitors.
I'm convinced of that.
And I genuinely wish we had room here for you all.
But we don't.
We only have room for you.
What?
Welcome to McAleer & Hamilton!
Thanks!
Now, the partners would like to take you to lunch.
- Today? - Mm-hm.
Um, I-I can't.
You can't?
I've promised to meet someone. Um...
Oh, OK.
Another time.
Yeah.
Um... thank you.
Shit! Sorry!
Sorry.
OK...
Are you all right?
Yeah. Uh...
Uh, I just...
You what?
No, er, doesn't matter.
OK, well, come on.
But you can get it to fit, or I think you can get it to fit.
All right, all right, come on, come on, come on, let's get started.
All right. Thank you.
Thank you. So most of you will already know DS Murray Canning
from the Paramilitary Crime Task Force.
He would like a word.
Thank you, Sergeant Cliff.
All right.
Crime stats in the city centre are off the charts.
What's your take on what's going on out there?
Anyone?
Uh, it's chaos.
Uh, street crime, robberies, drug seizures.
Overdoses. Take your pick.
Yeah, gold star.
Now, a year ago, we closed down the McIntyre crime group.
Now, as you can see here, for about three months,
we saw a decline in drug seizures
and a corresponding drop in street crime.
Then this.
Looks like someone's taken over the supply
and turned up the volume.
Now, you all know these two.
Jim Dixon and Davy Hamill, from the Mount Eden estate.
Now, what do we know about them?
They're loyalist gang leaders.
Yeah, that's right. Big rivals.
Now, our current intel suggests that either one or both
of these two individuals is behind this.
Here are some of their associates.
Again, they should be known to you.
You see them on the move, you come to us.
You hear anything about them or their operations,
anything at all, you come to me.
I need you to be our eyes and ears on the ground out there, OK?
Everything all right, Constable?
Yeah. Super.
All right, everyone, this is Constable Shane Bradley.
He's transferred here.
Now, he is our first replacement in a year,
so please don't break him.
Uh, Tommy, DS Canning wants a word with you upstairs.
Constable Bradley, you're 74, with Constable Conlon.
OK. All right, sharp eyes save lives.
Murray fucking Canning.
If he was a chocolate bar, he'd eat himself.
- Annie. - Shane.
- Sorry about... walking in on you. - Oh, that's all right.
- At least I had my trousers on. - True.
Oh, Annie. Give him the tour, yeah?
The tour! Sounds like fun.
Always fucking late.
Right, here goes.
All right, Tina?
- Who's he? - He's all right.
- Well? - We can do more the next time.
Twice as much.
Are you getting too big for your boots, Dixie?
Ach, no, Tina. There's a bit of room in my boots yet.
Just let them know we can do it.
What?
Just tell them. The Dubliners.
Ah...
You want to watch your fucking mouth, Dixie.
You don't give me orders.
Ever.
One word from me, and the Dubliners just cut you loose.
Apologise.
Come on, Tina. I was only messing.
Apologise.
I'm sorry... Tina.
I'll pass on the message.
Now, er, keep the fucking noise down.
Some day, that bitch is going to get what's coming to her.
Where are you living at these days, Dixie?
What's it to do with you?
Just want to know where to drop you off, mate.
Right, aye.
It's 12 Glendale Road.
So what exactly is he going to do, Canning?
I have no idea.
He's taken an office upstairs.
Top-security access.
- Oh, God. - I know.
And this new constable, Shane Bradley...
- he was hand-picked by Canning? - Yeah, seems that way.
Apparently, Canning's got his eye on him for Intelligence.
So it looks like our new replacement might be just passing through
on his way to somewhere else.
Yeah. Um...
...speaking of which...
Oh, no, Sandra.
Look, Helen,
I stayed because I knew if I went back to London,
I'd be the only person there who really remembered him.
No-one would talk about him...
...or remind me of his stupid jokes.
Ever.
But apart from that, what have I got here?
Nothing.
I've got nothing, Helen.
OK.
I wish it wasn't that way.
You're already the best skipper this section's ever had.
Well, except for you.
Well...
...including me.
OK.
Write the letter and we'll start the process.
Thanks.
I'm trying to get my head around this place,
doing some homework.
So tell me, Constable Foster, what are you playing at?
Sorry?
Your arrest reports are twice as long as anybody else's.
You're feeding reports up the line
at least once a week, unasked for.
Talking about patterns in the dealing and seizure spreads.
Patterns that stand up.
You dropped out of the fast-track programme.
Why?
Look, Gerry Cliff was a great peeler, no doubt.
But do you really think this is what he would have wanted for you?
Yeah, I do.
Change into your civvies - we're going for a drive.
Huh?
Dump the uniform.
I'm going to show you how this district really works.
Come on.
- Dixie. Dixie! - What?
14.50, man.
Aye, right.
By the way, Lee.
I'll be around your place later on tonight.
Make sure you have everything ready for me. Right?
Look forward to it, actually.
I always like seeing that wee sister of yours.
Thanks.
- How's you today, love? - OK, thanks, Happy.
- Good stuff. Enjoy. - Cheers.
Hey, John. Two Johnnies today.
Brilliant. Well, my man, how are you?
All good?
Just like my mummy used to tell me she made it, too.
- Well? - I got it.
Yes!
- Brilliant. Well done. - Thanks.
There he is.
You know, Gerry would be proud of you for doing this.
I had to do something, or else...
I get to meet people here, talk to them.
Keeps my mind off... things.
Better than getting arrested, huh?
They're going to close it soon.
They're closing down a soup kitchen?
- Mm. - What?
Why?
They get a grant from the Government.
No money left, apparently. Cutbacks.
How are you?
Good days and bad days, you know?
Yeah. I know.
Keep thinking, if I hadn't have met you in the street that day,
if I hadn't have mentioned those bloody number plates...
If I hadn't been out on patrol with him.
If I hadn't...
Sure, it'd drive you mad.
It does.
I get people hurt, Jen.
Happy, stop it.
I do, Jen, I get people hurt.
My daddy, my brother,
and then all them years later...
...Gerry.
The bomb, that night in 1978,
it was my idea to go for chips.
I said to my daddy,
"It's Friday, can we go for chips?"
It was my idea.
One to avoid.
Did they ever convict anyone for the bomb?
Looked into it a few years back, made a report.
What kind of report?
Into unsolved cases.
Nothing ever came of it. Nobody would talk.
That's the thing about this place, Jen.
Even after all these years,
people think the truth is dangerous.
Maybe they're right.
- Henry, Henry, look! - What's happening? - Look.
Are you sure this is the place?
This is the address on his wallet, yeah.
You all right?
Hello.
Can I help you?
How are you doing?
Hello.
We're... we're here about someone called Ian Campbell.
- Do you know him? - Yeah.
- Why? - Can I ask your names, please?
Lee Thompson.
- My sister Margaret. - Mags.
- And this is your place? - Yeah.
Can I ask your relationship to Mr Campbell?
We're friends.
And his address is here?
Soupy lives here, upstairs in the flat.
He did.
What's wrong? Is he all right?
2012.
Lashkar Gah.
That's him there.
That's me.
He wasn't wearing that scarf, was he?
Um, yeah, yeah, I think he was.
He never had it off him.
Do you think we could get it?
Well, I can definitely ask.
Tell me this - did yous know each other
- before yous joined the military? - No.
Both from Belfast, like,
but we only met over there.
And he had no family?
Grew up in care.
- What, in Belfast? - Mm.
We were all he had.
So, um, what happened?
That happened.
What was it? Heroin?
He was on and off the scag for years. A couple of weeks ago,
I caught him shooting up in the toilet at the bar.
Told him to get out.
Threw him out in the street.
Jesus.
So where are you from, then?
Uh, the Glens of Antrim.
Ah, lovely part of the world.
Yeah.
- Still living there? - No.
Uniform. Uniform. 74, we have reports
of a disturbance at 7 Flax Avenue. Over.
Yep.
Frequent flyer. Violence.
74 responding. Over.
Showtime!
So what happens now?
Well, assuming the coroner signs it off,
there'll be a cremation.
Unless, that is, you want to arrange a church burial?
He wasn't much of a God man.
We'll give him a send-off here.
OK, well, um... Well, if you give me a call tomorrow,
then we can arrange that.
Again, I'm sorry.
- Fuck's sake! - What?
I thought they were here for you.
Me?
Don't worry about that.
He died from drugs, Lee.
He died because of heroin, Mags, not a ten spot of weed.
We should have been there for him.
We were.
He made his choices.
Jesus, Lee, really?
Everybody gets what they want, Mags, in the end.
For God's sake.
Fuck!
Fucking bastard!
Hello? Police!
Hello! Police!
Hello?
Fucking... Agh!
- Fuck's sake. - Sir?
Sir?
- Get out of my house! - Easy...
- Get the fuck... - It's all right. - Go!
- What's wrong? - Go!
Leave.
Leave me alone.
Get out!
Do you want one of these?
Hmm?
What's your name?
Brendan.
All right, Brendan.
I'm Shane. This is Annie.
Why don't you take one of these and tell me what's wrong?
- That's a disgrace, mate. - I know.
They don't even know when they can see me.
Uniform. Uniform. Bravo Lima 74.
Uh, that disturbance has been resolved.
We'll be back on the road in about ten. Over.
Roger that, 74. Over.
I called his brother. He's going to come over and sit with him.
- What was it? - He says he's been waiting
over seven months for a mental health assessment.
Fuck's sake.
Like, is everything just fucked?
I'm still working OK.
I'm going to go back in and sit with him until his brother comes.
You can... join us if you like.
Yeah. Yeah, OK.
All right, big man?
Nah. The funny thing is, Brendan,
I don't even smoke.
I just carry a packet around
so I don't get the shite kicked out of me by big lads like you.
Sympathy fags?
Really?
You haven't heard that before?
Always carry sympathy fags.
Very good for your health.
Right.
Hamill and Dixon hate each other.
Between them, they control everything around here -
drugs, loan sharking, extortion.
Yeah, but there's never enough evidence to arrest them.
Exactly. Smart. Keep their hands clean.
- That's where I come in. - You?
Intelligence policing.
The more I know about them, the more I can contain them.
Contain them? How?
Well, if they know I'm watching, they're boxed in.
They're not boxed in now, are they?
They're doing whatever they want.
Yeah, that's cos I haven't had the resources
to be up in their faces the whole time.
And that is where you come in.
What do you mean?
Shane Bradley, the new guy, knows the score.
He's not your average grunt.
Neither are you.
You two are going to be my eyes and ears around here.
Like a couple of fucking human drones, yeah?
Cheer up! This is the good stuff.
OK, here we go.
Fucking peelers.
- Murray. - Dixie.
- How's tricks? - Very best.
Is there a reason you're stopping me here?
I'm just saying hello, mate. So, here, tell me this.
Why are you making life so difficult for yourself?
- What are you talking about? - You're crossing a line now.
- Is that right? - Mm. You and I both know
the city centre is a mess.
The brass, in their wisdom, have put me onto it.
Want me all over your shite.
It's the last thing either of us wants.
Fuck-all to do with me, mate.
Who is it, then?
Wee Davy?
I'm just telling you, it's not me.
Now, I like I said,
is there a reason you're stopping me here,
or can I go?
Of course you can, mate.
You told them we were investigating them?
Yeah. Like I said - containment.
...free to fight, for the spirit of freedom
still blazes in Belfast and Derry.
- Hi. - I got your message.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
If ever I need a solicitor, I'll know who to call.
Well, that'd be a conflict of interest.
Yeah.
I suppose it would.
So perhaps you've finally found your niche.
You were always good at the more...
...academic side of things.
Well, we're all different.
We are.
Well done, Jen. Come for dinner soon.
Of course I didn't have any help! I'll show you.
Go on, then.
Mm.
There's something to be said
about the humble 15.
Yeah. Yeah.
And this is a good one.
It's good?
What, it's not great?
Well, it just needs...
...a little bit less condensed milk.
Oh, piss off.
I followed the recipe to the letter!
Exactly.
Oh, fine.
How's Cal getting on in Manchester?
He loves it, yeah.
He's fine.
Oh, man, that poor lad.
Who?
The dead body we just found.
Oh, yeah.
Ian Campbell.
- I know. - Soupy.
Well, I mean, he grew up in care, didn't he? So...
So?
Well, you know what I mean.
No. No, I don't know what you mean.
Don't get all social worky on me now.
- Social worky? - Yes!
- Social worky? - Yes.
What the hell does that...?
You're such a dickhead.
I know, right?
Uniform. Uniform. 72.
We have a panic button pressed in Moylan's Pharmacy
in Spire Street. Over.
72 responding.
All call signs, we've an ongoing serious incident
at Moylan's Pharmacy on Spire Street.
- All call signs. Over. - Uniform from 74.
Are you sure that's not a duplicate in the system?
We were there earlier today.
No, the incident is ongoing, 74.
Shite.
74 responding. Over.
Uniform. 72. That's arrival.
Roger that, 72.
You want to make sure the back entrance is secure?
What? Well, aren't I supposed to...?
Secure the back entrance, Grace.
Hello?
Fuck.
Barney, 72, get me backup now. I'm trapped in the main shop,
but there's been somebody hurt in the back.
Roger that, 72.
Around the corner.
Grace, Grace, there's somebody in there,
they've just locked the shutters. Don't go in. Do not go in.
Grace? Grace, can you hear me? Grace, can you hear me...?
Jesus, Grace!
- Stay back! - Grace.
Stay back!
Grace! Grace, your gun!
Grace, your gun!
Armed police!
Stop!
You stop!
Do it!
Fucking do it!
Put it down!
Fucking shoot me, you bitch!
You stay back! Stay back!
Put it down!
I said, put it down!
Shit, shit. Hello?
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Shane! Shane, open the shutters!
Open the shutters!
Paramedics.
All right, make sure your notebooks are in order.
Annie, Tommy,
I need every detail from that first call earlier today.
Everyone else, second-by-second account of what happened.
Don't do it later. Do it now.
Is she OK?
- The pharmacist? - Mm.
Yeah. She's stable.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
OK.
- This is my fault. - Huh?
- We let him walk this morning. - Annie...
It wasn't an arrestable offence.
Because I decided it wasn't, though.
Annie, don't be silly.
Look, we all do it. We all do it all the time.
You weren't to know.
And I'm fine. I'm fine. OK?
Are you OK?
Er, well... I almost shot someone, so, no, not really.
Well, do you want to talk about it?
No, I don't.
Yeah. No, I do, actually, yeah.
Why did you send me round the back?
Well, because I thought...
What?
You thought it'd be safer?
Stevie...
...do you remember when...
Do you remember when we talked about us,
and I said we couldn't do this job properly and do that?
Well, this is what I meant.
- Oh, come on, Grace, I... - No.
Earlier today, with that dead body, you grabbed my hand.
- There was a syringe. - Oh, come on.
Stevie, you know what I mean.
God, there's loads of other examples. You...
You going in houses ahead of me,
even though I'm on obs.
You... you stepping in when it gets physical.
- It's happening all the time. - Grace, all I'm trying to do...
No.
No, I don't need anyone to protect me, all right?
I never have.
OK.
Won't happen again.
Right, fine.
- Hello? - Hi, Aisling.
It's, uh, it's Tommy Foster,
uh, from training... last year.
Er, I... We were in the... in the... in the...
Good to hear from you, Tommy Foster from training.
How's things in Belfast?
Bit mad?
Yeah, a bit mad.
What can I do for you?
Well, uh...
It's not work-related, as such.
Right?
I was just wondering if, like,
you know, and don't worry
if you're too busy or you can't, or...
...but I was just wondering maybe if you... you wanted to, like,
go out sometime or... or something.
Aye. Why not?
OK, great!
OK. Sure, why don't you send me through some dates
when you're off shift, and we'll get something sorted?
Yes, I-I will, I will.
Thanks.
Bye.
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Yes! Yes, Tommy! Come on!
Did you just get asked out?
Yeah.
And he didn't text you first -
he just... rang you.
Strong.
♪ Turn down the lights
♪ Turn down the bed
♪ Turn down these voices
♪ Inside my head
♪ Lay down with me
♪ Tell me no lies
♪ Just hold me close
♪ Don't patronise me
♪ Cos I can't make you love me if you don't
♪ You can't make your heart feel something it won't
♪ Here in the dark
♪ In these final hours
♪ I will lay down my heart
♪ And I'll feel the power
♪ But you don't
♪ I'll close my eyes
♪ Then I won't see
♪ The love you don't feel
♪ When you're holding me
♪ Morning will come
♪ And I'll do what's right... ♪
Thanks, big lad.
Not having one yourself?
500. It's all here.
What about your wee sideline?
Uh...
Sit down.
You know, sooner or later,
you're going to have to join us.
Officially, like.
I've already been in one army.
Feels like enough.
Yeah?
Well, I'm not a fan of freelancers. Don't trust them.
And I've got the peelers breathing down my neck here.
I need to know who I can rely on
if things get serious.
I'm just trying to keep my head above the water, Dixie.
Keep the lights on in this place.
That's all I want.
Well, you see, that's the thing.
It's not about what you want. You know?
Sorry to hear about your wee friend.
He was always a bit of a fuck-up, wasn't he?
Tragic.
They talk a lot, these druggies, don't they?
- He didn't. - I hope not.
Come on.
See you next week.
See you later, Mags.
You can't go on like this.
Paying him protection money every week.
Why don't you just sell this place to him?
You know he wants it.
This too shall pass.
Will it, though?
This... too... shall pass.
We're good?
OK?
Look, if we do this, there's no going back.
You know that.
I know.
I have had enough.
Move or die.