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What the f*** are you doing?

Stop touching us!

Hey, hey, back it up!

It's got nothing to do with us,

just f***ing stay there!

Hey, where's the f***ing Lieutenant?

- Find him! Tell him we need more men!

- Yes, Corporal.

...where the f***ing guns are!

For God's sake,

will you never leave us alone?

Shut your f***ing mouth!

Rip it apart.

- You'll find no guns in this house!

- Shut your f***ing mouth!

- What the f*** are you looking at?

- Where's my husband?

Shut the f*** up,

you stupid b*tch!

Sir.

Answer the f***ing question!

- Sir, you're wanted outside, sir.

- Bastard!

F***ing get off of him!

Get off him!

Hold the line!

Hold the line!

Hold them back!

Don't you f***ing touch me!

F***ing stay where you are!

Do as you're f***ing told!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Do not shoot. Do not shoot.

Get your f***ing heads down!

Do not shoot!

Hold the line!

We need more men!

What do you want to do?

We've a full-blown f***ing riot

on our hands here, sir.

Bring helmets next time.

What do you want to do?

Medic!

Medic!

Boys, get here!

Help the sergeant!

The gun!

Hook, the gun!

Get the f***ing gun!

Just the rifle, lad,

just the rifle, that'll do.

F*** off!

Gaz! Gaz! Gaz!

Go on, get him!

Do not fire!

Hold your line!

Go, go!

Corporal!

Corporal!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Go, go, go, go.

Retreat!

Get off 'em!

Get off 'em!

They've had enough!

Off 'em! They've had enough!

Don't you dare push me!

Get off them.

Conor, you should be ashamed of yourself.

These boys are young enough

to be your sons!

Get back, the lot of you.

We've had enough for today!

Behaving like animals,

you should be ashamed of yourselves.

You want to get to them,

you get through me.

Do you hear what

I'm saying to you?

Every single one of you.

Now you get up the road now.

Move back! All of youse!

I can see you.

Move back! Get back!

Oh, Jesus!

Thommo, Thommo, Thommo.

Get the f*** off me!

Sh*t! Thommo...

F***ing shoot him, Sean!

Sean, shoot him!

Run! Run!

Sean!

Run!

Oh, f***!

Oh, sh*t!

Go down.

Check the street.

F***!

Oh, sh*t!

F***.

F***!

We have to go.

We have to get back and collect the guns

before the Brits come back. Come on.

There was two of them.

One got away.

Why didn't you shoot him?

It jammed.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

- What are youse f***ing doing?

- What you're supposed to be doing.

There was an agreement.

D'you understand the shite

this is going to bring down on us now?

Do you?

There's going to be Brits

crawling all over here, kicking doors in.

- We'll fight them.

- No, you f***ing won't!

And stand your men down.

You, get away home.

I'll f***ing see you later!

Get up that road, you.

Come on.

After the Brit.

Sean, I'm serious.

Don't get involved.

Not with them.

D'you hear me?

Is that you, Sean?

Yeah.

How was college?

Good, good.

Are you hungry, love?

I'm just going to go upstairs

and put my jacket down.

I'm putting it on the table now.

The new boys are back.

They've taken a right hiding.

Two soldiers missing as well.

It's not good.

They're out there now looking for them.

Are you sure about tonight, sir?

Come back, come back,

there's only a few of them.

- F***ing Catholic bastards.

- Hey, ssh.

Get the f*** off me! What the f***

are you doing? Get off me!

Please don't bring them back here.

Stay quiet.

Ssh.

You're a f***ing Brit?

A soldier?

A real soldier?

F***ing brilliant!

What barracks are you in?

I dunno, I was in a school.

Was it Maghaberry?

Palace Barracks?

- Holywood?

- I dunno.

- What are you doing out? Get home.

- I am home.

Are you lost?

Come on,

I'll take you back to your barracks.

Come on.

I'll take you to your barracks.

It's up to you.

What else are you going to do?

Come on, you dick.

Fenian bastards!

Hurry up, you ball-bag.

Make sure you explain everything

to them carefully.

What's your name?

Gary Hook.

You're not a Catholic.

Not with a name like that.

Are you a Protestant?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I've f***ing heard it all now.

I'm going to join the Army.

I'm going to join

the Ulster Rifles.

My da was in them.

My granddad was in them, too.

He was at the Somme.

We were the only ones that reached

the German lines. Did you know that?

None of youse English did.

Cos you're rubbish at fighting.

Still, it's good you're here now

cos we can get on and kill

these Fenian bastards, once and for all.

They killed my da.

IRA bastards.

They're going to kill us all.

Come on, don't worry.

I know them.

My uncle's in charge of them.

They're OK.

They're on our side.

Come on.

- All right, wee man?

- All right, Johnny?

Who you got there?

- I found him at the riot.

- You down at the riot, were you?

Aye. You should have seen it.

It was f***ing magic.

I got this bottle and I threw it

at this huge Fenian f***er.

- Oh, was he a giant, was he?

- He was a giant.

And I hit him

right in his dirty Taig face.

Is that what happened, mate?

Aye.

You didn't notice if this giant came down

a big f***ing beanstalk, did you?

- What's your name?

- Listen, wee man,

- he didn't mean anything.

- I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to him.

Who are you?

- Look, wee man...

- Don't you f***ing call me "wee man".

Do you know who my uncle is?

Jake Fullarton.

- Sorry.

- You will be f***ing sorry.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Just having a laugh at you.

Have a drink.

What about him?

Sure.

What's your name, fella?

Never you f***ing mind

what his name is.

Where youse off to?

Never you f***ing mind.

Well, I know you can buy her

fancy clothes and diamond rings

- All right, Frank?

- All right, Billy?

Come on.

- Who's that?

- Never you mind.

Right.

Now that's it armed. Now you understand

what we're doing here, don't you?

We're doing your dirty work.

My f***ing dirty work?

We took this off the IRA

cos they were going to use it on you.

Yeah, this is dirty work all right.

And this is a message.

Now you take this to that f***ing

Fenian's nest on the Ormeau Road.

Now this tells 'em

you'll match whatever they've got.

That you'll outdo 'em.

Uncle.

Get out!

Get out.

What?

Wait here.

Don't worry, that guy in there's

a soldier. He'll sort you out.

What have I told you

about bringing people around here?

He's a soldier.

That true?

Come here.

Give me that.

Go and wait in the bar.

Well done, wee man.

Go get yourself cleaned up.

He's one of yours.

Where is he?

He's out in the bar.

Leave it to me.

What'd you see in there?

In f***ing there, just now,

what'd you see?

Nowt.

What patrol was you on?

It was a raid on a house.

- Who was your CO?

- Armitage.

What, and he left you behind?

We get back to the billet,

I'll have a word with him.

Fancy a pint?

Barman.

- Two pints.

- Sure.

Where are you from, Hook?

Derbyshire.

F***ing shithole.

You'll love it here.

Don't worry.

You're safe in here.

Finish your drink.

Wait here for me.

Don't move.

Here he is.

Soldier that went missing.

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