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Turns up in the f***ing pub.

What do I do?

Go back in there

and bring him out.

- There's something else.

- Go back in there and bring him out now.

Don't you feel like crying?

Don't you feel like crying?

Well, here I am, I'm coming

Come on

Well, come on

When you're all alone

In a lonely room

And there's nothing

But the smell of her perfume...

All right?

Where's the soldier at?

Dunno. Said he was coming back.

Didn't he take you with him?

Give us a packet of crisps, Frank.

How are you going to get

up for work in the morning?

What?

Well, you're not getting

your alarm clock back, are you?

Look, it's better than having to

shoot somebody in the head.

Come on,

we'll get this over and done with,

then we'll be back in

time for the darts.

Careful.

What are you doing?

Can I have some help, please?

Let's have some help here.

Oh...

He's breathing.

It's all right, son,

we'll get you to the hospital.

Come on, where's the...?

Come here!

It's all right.

Open the door!

I thought you'd been through

the explosives handling drill with 'em.

I did, sir, a hundred f***ing times.

They're as thick as f***.

Did he see the bomb?

- Did he see the f***ing bomb?

- Yes, he saw the bomb.

There's no way he

could survive that, sir.

- Leave him be.

- We can't.

We don't know him.

We can't just leave him.

- Come on.

- Da.

- Help me.

- Oh, God.

Careful.

Jesus.

Come on.

Come on.

No, your room.

Your room.

Go on.

OK.

Careful.

Careful.

OK.

Get his jumper off.

Da, stop.

He's a soldier.

We can't help him.

We have to.

We can take him to the hospital.

It's too dangerous.

And not just for him.

If we get seen taking a

soldier to the hospital...

Come on.

Come on.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

So we can't shoot a f***ing soldier but

you can blow up a pub on the Shankill?

- It's nothing to do with me.

- Nothing?

- It wasn't us.

- Ah, so who was it?

- It wasn't you, no?

- No.

- You sure about that?

- Of course I'm f***ing sure.

So where the f***

have you been all day?

We were driving about

looking for that other soldier.

I told you to stand down.

Well, we didn't.

You better hope he didn't

get a good look at youse.

He'll be sitting in the Palace Barracks

going through those photo albums.

They've got your

photo down there, too.

What the f***'s

that supposed to mean?

Cheeky bastard.

F***'s sake, lads.

- There has to be discipline.

- F*** discipline.

Relax.

Jimmy.

Next time you disobey my orders,

I can't protect you.

What's that supposed to mean?

What the f*** do

you think it means?

What do you think?

Do you believe him?

He's lying.

And we're going to kill him.

I'm going to get the guns.

You keep an eye on him,

I'll meet you back here.

Undo his shirt.

OK.

- Oh...

- OK.

- Argh!

- Easy.

Easy. Easy, easy.

It's OK, it's OK.

Help me here.

Hold him.

Hold him down.

OK, you're safe.

You're safe, you're safe now.

Ssh.

- Oh, f***ing hell!

- Ssh.

- Get it done with. Dad...

- You're all right. You're all right.

Here, here.

Bite this.

Ssh, don't look.

Don't look.

It's OK, it's OK.

Don't look. Don't look.

I'm not going to lie to you.

It's going to hurt like f***.

Oh, God.

- OK, hold him.

- Yeah.

OK.

- No, Dad!

- OK, OK.

Ssh.

OK.

All right.

- You're all right. Good man.

- Da, I can't do it.

Hold him down, hold him down,

would you?

Ssh.

That's it.

That's it.

You're all right.

Good man, good man.

All right.

Good lad.

That's it, that's it.

- No, no, no, no!

- Ssh!

- Quiet!

- Ssh!

It's OK, it's OK,

it's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

- Da, I can't do it.

- It's OK.

Don't look.

Don't look.

Jesus Christ.

Lean on him.

Put your weight on him.

- I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm...

- Put your weight on him!

That's it, OK.

That's it.

- It's OK.

- That's it.

- It's OK.

- OK.

- F***ing hell.

- It's OK, it's OK.

You're OK, you're OK.

You're doing great.

It's OK.

It's OK, it's OK.

It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

You're doing great.

It's OK.

Well, look, if he is dead,

it's problem solved, innit?

Let's hope so.

Hope so?

What if he's not dead, Sergeant?

What then, eh?

Hm?

So we've got to f***ing find out

if he is dead.

Not now, Lieutenant, we're busy.

- I wondered if you could help.

- We are busy.

I do understand that, sir.

Why aren't you out

there looking for him?

- What?

- Why aren't you out looking for him?

- Who?

- Hook. Private Hook.

- You probably know where they'd take him.

- Don't you f***ing dare!

I'm your f***ing senior officer.

Stand up straight!

You need to learn to control your men,

Lieutenant.

I am not here to clear up

your f***ing mistakes.

Your men, your f***ing responsibility,

not mine.

I'm asking for your help.

There you go.

There's my help.

- Is he dead?

- We do not know.

The situation is confused

to say the least.

Now, if you do not mind,

we have work to do.

Off you go.

It's a f***ing mess, Sergeant.

Your f***ing mess.

You been in the Army for long?

No.

I was in the Army myself.

Medic.

20 years.

Posh c*nts telling thick c*nts

to kill poor c*nts.

That's the Army for you.

It's all a lie.

They don't care about you.

You're just a piece

of meat to them.

Piece of meat.

Get yourself some rest, son.

Come on.

D'you want me to

go and get Quinn?

No.

What are we going to do, then?

I'll make a phone call.

And you stay here.

Don't answer the door to anyone.

- I've got to go now.

- You need to rest.

I've got to get back

to the barracks.

It's too dangerous just now.

There's rioting.

Careful, careful.

Here, lie down.

Round that way now. Here.

It's still bleeding here.

Thank you.

My Autumn's Done Come/My Autumn's Gone

Do you like David Bowie?

Eh?

Do you not like him?

He's all right.

Just for girls really, ain't he?

Is this your first time away?

Yeah.

Have you got a

girlfriend back home?

No.

Where is it you're from?

Derbyshire.

Got cousins in Nottingham.

What?

It's just Derby and Nottingham

don't really get on.

And why is that?

I don't know really.

Don't worry, it's just my da.

Come on, you, concentrate.

It's boring.

I know it's boring

but you've got to stick in.

Get the guns.

What's going on, Sean?

Stay there.

Sean!

Sean, get back here.

Where are you going?

Sean.

Thought he was one of yours.

F***'s sake, Eamon.

- Everybody's looking for him.

- I didn't know he was a soldier.

All right.

You did the right thing to call me.

Right, I'll handle this, Brigid.

All right?

- We don't want involved in this.

- We are involved.

- He can't stay here.

- Right, I won't be long.

- We should have called Quinn.

- No.

It's his district now.

If anybody finds out he's a Brit

and we're helping him...

- I'm going to go and get Quinn.

- You can't, Brigid.

There's no talking to

these young lads.

You tell Quinn, that lot...

they'll kill him.

You understand that?

Just leave it to Boyle,

he'll sort it out.

- Where's Boyle?

- He's at Divis Flats.

Eamon McCarthy's.

Get in.

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