Say Nothing (2024) s01e05 Episode Script

1
Our handlers haven't
been able to make contact
with either Seamus
Wright or Kevin McKee.
[Kitson] Then they're dead.
[Mackers] Can you give
us the name of the person
that drove Seamus
and Kevin that night?
[Brendan] Aye, it
was Dolours Price.
Didn't think my contribution to
this war would be killing Catholics.
Well, what do you wanna do?
[cooing]
[Helen] They're going
to bring her back.
[Archie] How do you know?
[Helen] She didn't do nothing.
They're not just gonna kill her.
It's been four weeks.
What do you think
they're doing with her then?
Helen, I'm hungry again.
Do you think I'm not hungry too?
[banging on door]
- [Helen] Who is it?
- It's Mickey. Open up.
What's he done this time then?
Tried to nick a tin
of choccy biscuits.
I apologize.
He's only 11.
Age is no excuse.
[door closes]
[utensils clattering]
[police officer] What's
your name, love?
Helen.
Is your mother or
father about, Helen?
Not at the minute, no.
And you're here all alone?
You four in this car, the
rest of youse in the other.
Why can't we all ride together?
Youse aren't going
to the same place.
You can't do this. Our
Ma is coming back.
We don't know that, Helen.
Yes, we fucking do!
She wrote us a letter!
We don't know no
one from Blackpool.
It's a sign.
Now, there.
It's just till Mummy
comes back from England.
All right. In youse get.
- No, we're not going.
- No.
- No, we're not
- [Tucker] Helen!
[social worker 2] Come
on. This way. Come on.
- [Tucker] No.
- No! No!
- Come on.
- No.
[social worker 2]
Into the car. Stop it.
Fuck youse all.
[car engine starts]
[siren wailing]
[child crying]
[coughing]
- [helicopter passes overhead]
- You'll be all right. You'll be okay.
[male bystander] Don't look.
[siren wailing]
[person coughing]
[Dolours] This war is meant
to be in the name of the people.
But how come it's only our people
taking their lives in their hands
every time they pop to the shop
for a half dozen fucking eggs?
- [Daithi] They had a bit of a scare today.
- It's not about today.
[Marian] We were supposed
to have lunch at the Hawaiian.
Walked up two minutes
late, found it on fire.
[Daithi] I'd say you
were right on time.
[Brendan] Girls, this
happens to everybody.
Don't let it spook you.
I'm not spooked, Dark.
I wanna bomb London.
[Brendan snickers] Well,
come on. Get to fuck.
- [Daithi laughs]
- [laughs] For fuck's sake.
[Dolours] Ger, the IRA
planted six bombs today.
Six. And we barely
made the local news.
Look, you're not wrong.
[Gerry] What's the target?
The Old Bailey.
[Dolours] How many of our mates
have been condemned in them courts?
Their whole entire rotten
fucking legal system
flows in and out
of that one building.
- It's high-security.
- You'd need a car bomb.
[Dolours] Obviously.
You need four.
Four bombs, four targets.
Marian's drawn up a list.
I wanted Buckingham Palace.
She got a bit carried away. I
had to calm her the fuck down.
I still think we can do it.
What about the cars? Do we
steal 'em here or over the water?
We steal them here. We have to
smuggle the explosives over anyway,
so we stash the bombs in the cars,
and send the cars over on the ferry.
All right. [clears throat]
Who's gonna be the OC?
Me.
Yeah, and before this, love, you
were working for Gerry as what?
As a driver?
You're right. My last few
jobs weren't that impressive.
But I would die
for a united Ireland.
I would die if I thought it meant the
Brits would hesitate going to the grocers
or sending their wee kids
off to school in the morning.
I would. I would die.
Listen, my whole
family has suffered,
and I just want that fear to live
in their hearts too, you know?
All right. Give us a minute.
Right, fuck off.
The balls on that wee girl.
Fuck me.
It's a big job.
How 'bout letting
the Dark run lead?
Yeah, fuck it. I'll do it.
Brendan, a job like this?
We can't afford to lose you.
[Marian] What do
we do if they say no?
I don't know, Mar, but I'm
not going back to driving.
I'd honestly rather pull
my fucking teeth out.
You don't mind that I
said me for OC, do you?
Why would I mind?
I just want it to be perfect.
Why wouldn't it be perfect?
[door opens]
We're a go.
["Justa Nother
Teenage Rebel" plays]
Morning, lads.
Roisin.
Right.
The IRA is not
known for perfection,
but that ends now
'cause this mission needs
to be fucking perfect, okay?
From the cars, to the gear, to
the very clothes on our backs.
Every single detail needs to
be perfect because if it's not
we're all dead, lads.
Okay?
Yes, Dolours.
[all] Yes, Dolours.
Okay.
Now, with that in mind,
my lieutenant Marian and I are gonna
show you how to safely rig the gear.
[whispers] Good luck, you.
Right.
Each car will be fitted with
200 pounds of ammonium nitrate
and two bags of
blasting gelatin.
[Marian] Careful not
to touch the sides.
[Francis] It's the detonators
that are a wee bit sensitive,
so keep those car
radios off at all times.
And anyone driving,
watch out for potholes, huh?
One down, three to go.
- [Dolours laughs]
- [cheering]
- I didn't think you'd come.
- Huh?
Ah, when I was wee, I used
to fantasize about how I'd die.
Being hung for treason--
that's way up there, so it is.
Firing squad.
Aged ten, I thought
it would be romantic.
Here, have you divvied up
the room assignments yet?
- Why?
- Just Just curious.
[machine whirring]
- I'm bunking with my sister.
- Aye.
- Put you with Frankie.
- No worries.
[Dolours clears throat]
[Roisin laughing]
[group chattering]
- [Chalkie] You're feeling hungry, Francis?
- What's the craic, lads? Youse all right?
- [Brendan] All good, our kid.
- [Gerry] All right, child.
[chattering]
[Dolours grunts]
Chalkie's already trying to fuck
me on the job. I can't cope. [laughs]
You have to stop sleeping with
men who are beneath you then.
Doesn't leave a lot of
prospects though, does it?
What's happening
with you and Francis?
We kissed a couple
times. During the cease-fire.
- You sneaky wee bitch.
- [Marian mutters]
[Dolours giggles]
I can tell he wants
to have sex now.
He keeps dropping
these clumsy hints.
Ah, well
We all might be dead tomorrow.
- And the timers are all off?
- Timers are all off.
- You have a change of clothes there?
- I've got my clothes, Dark.
I know, it's just
You don't have to ride with
the explosives, you know.
Listen, lads, youse don't have
to worry about me. I'm grand.
I know. I'm just saying the OC
doesn't always ride with the gear.
- Should I not be riding with the gear or--
- No, you ride with the gear.
It shows the boys
you're a bad bastard.
You know, it's good for morale.
Sure, but if you get caught,
that's this whole mission fucked.
- Fuck's sake, lad.
- Gerry.
All right, it's your call.
You're management now.
Right, lads.
- Are you gonna miss me? [sighs]
- [laughing]
You bring our boys back
in one piece, all right?
Good luck, child.
[speaking Irish]
What did you say?
Your ancestors would be proud.
Okay.
Good luck, kid.
Slán.
- What did prince Gerry have to say now?
- Ah, protocol.
Uh, listen, I'm gonna take the
plane, so I'll meet youse in London.
[sighs] So, you're leaving me?
I'm promoting you.
Look. Look, look, look, look.
This is what Gerry thinks is right
for the mission, okay? It's me flying.
I just don't think they're
gonna listen to me, like.
Well, then you hit them in the
face with the butt of your pistol
and tell 'em you're
Marian fucking Price.
[car horn honks]
[Francis] Are we
doing this or what?
We leave when I say we leave.
Yes, ma'am.
[Dolours] See?
Mwah. Away you go. Come on.
[car door closes]
- [horns honking]
- [ship horn blowing]
It fuckin' stinks in here.
Come on. It's not that bad.
It's like shite, so it is.
It is shite.
It's the fertilizer,
ya thick fuck.
[Roisin] Think they'll smell it?
No, I don't think they know
what a bomb smells like, Roisin.
But what if they do? You
don't know that they don't.
Here, now, she's got
herself a wee point there.
- What if they search the car?
- [Marian] They're not gonna, all right?
Relax.
You've no tax disc.
You need a tax disc.
Oh, sorry. I I applied for one
last week. It just hasn't come yet.
What the fuck's she at?
Just, uh, give me
a second, all right?
[Marian] She's just
having a bad day.
I just need a minute.
[gasps, pants]
The trailer's too long.
You're over the limit.
[customs agent] That's
a commercial vehicle.
Everything's fine, Roisin.
They're not gonna search the car.
I don't wanna hurt anyone.
Neither do I. That's why
we're calling in a warning.
- [sobs]
- They'll have an hour to clear the area.
It's only buildings
we're blowing up.
- It's symbolic.
- How's an explosion symbolic?
- [rock music blaring]
- Sir. Ma'am.
[customs agent] Can I just see
your ticket and your paperwork?
The radio.
[Chalkie] Huh?
The radio can trigger
the fucking detonator.
- The radio can trigger
- Fuck.
- the fucking detonator, Chalkie.
- Yeah, I know.
I need you to unlock the door,
Roisin. Everyone's waiting.
- I'm a terrible liar.
- You don't have to say anything.
You just shut the fuck up
and let me do the talking.
They'll see my face, and
I can't control my face.
I have a very
expressive face. [sobs]
[rock music continues blaring]
Hey, sir. Sir.
You wouldn't mind turning the radio
down a bit, would you? The radio, mate.
Just Just turn it down a bit.
[radio volume decreases]
- Cheers.
- All you have to do is get on the ferry.
Get to London.
You can even stay in the hotel.
You don't have to
You don't have to go
anywhere near the bombs.
You can walk away.
You promise?
Yeah.
Now unlock the door.
[lock clicks]
[sniffles]
I'm sorry.
Blow your nose.
- [customs agent] What's going on here?
- [Marian] Her dog just passed.
Can we go?
I'll pay the fine.
Go on. Just get it sorted.
[PA system chimes]
[flight attendant]
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are now approaching
London Heathrow Airport.
Any spare change?
[sighs] The cars are
tucked away for the night.
How was your flight over?
Bumpy, but I'll survive.
Are the lads grand?
Yeah, the lads are fine.
It's just that fucking Roisin's
soft, Dotes. She's not gonna do it.
[Dolours] Jesus.
Um
Look, we'll just
We'll give her a tenner,
send her back to the hotel,
and we'll pick her up on the
way to the airport tomorrow.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Where's Chalkie?
He, uh He said something
about checking on the cars.
Under whose orders?
Lads, this isn't a
fuckin' holiday, okay?
When we're in public,
youse need to be lis--
What about youse? Come on.
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.
[blows]
Here, tell you what,
lads. See this place?
This is fucking shite.
- It's actually just all paintings--
- Shut up.
We don't want our fucking
accents giving us away, do we?
Well, what do you
want us to do? Not talk?
Exactly. Shut the fuck up.
Treat everyone as a
possible witness, okay?
Now, we've one night
off before this job.
Youse are tourists.
Act accordingly.
But no fucking dr--
No fucking drink.
None, okay?
And groups of
three or less, got it?
Have we got it? Yes.
- [all] Yes.
- Yes?
Okay. Thank you very much.
We'll see you at the crack of dawn.
- [Dolours] Christ the night.
- You're a fuckin' eejit!
[Chalkie] Fuckin'
[Francis] Do we really
have to go to the theater?
Aye. I find live
theater pretentious.
It's an Irish production.
Let's get a bit of culture before
we blow them all up. [laughs]
We went over this. Do
you know what I mean?
Did no one tell you
the march was banned?
I knew the march was banned.
Did you expect 'em to give
you a cup of tea at the end of it?
I didn't expect them to
drive their tanks through us,
gas and rubber bullets
into us, young fella.
[female actor] It's a mercy
to God no one's hurted.
[male actor] Lily, this
day I confer on you
the freedom of
the city of Derry.
[theatergoers chattering]
I think we're gonna head out.
- Mar, you're killing me.
- Francis invited me back to his room.
Oh.
Is that okay?
I won't stay the night.
Yeah. Obviously, it's
it's your last night, Mar.
Do what you want.
So, play's great, huh?
We're leaving.
Thank Christ.
It just breaks your heart,
what's happening over there.
Jesus.
[woman in hall laughs]
That is ridiculous.
- [Chalkie] Dolours, you're here.
- [man in hall] Okay.
- Someone's had a few too many. [laughs]
- [man in hall] Right.
[man in hall] Oh, dear.
Dolours, what's going on?
Don't say my name,
you thick fuckin' cunt.
- Give me your keys.
- Sorry, I thought
- Here, they're in my pocket.
- Chalkie.
- Up.
- Aye, uh
I'm get I'm getting
up. I'm getting up.
[vase shatters]
[Chalkie mutters]
[Dolours] Okay.
- Turn.
- No, I Oh, here.
No, I need to lie down.
I need to lie down.
Chalkie, look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Hey. Chalkie, look at me.
- Do you need some help?
- No, we're grand. Thank you.
- No, we're just over there.
- [Chalkie] You're grand, maybe.
- [hotel guest] Come on.
- [Chalkie] Thank you.
[hotel guest grunts,
chuckles] All right.
Well, someone's gonna
have a hangover tomorrow.
[all laugh]
[Chalkie] Oh, yeah. [laughs]
Oh
[lock clicks]
Hey, where did we park the cars?
This is us. Thank you.
- I might have some aspirin in my room--
- We've got it. Thank you.
[Chalkie] I just
- Here, Dolours. Wait.
- Shut the fuck up.
- [thuds]
- Uh, Dolours.
Dolours, wait. Dolours!
Where were you? I was worried.
Fucking Chalkie.
What happened?
We're the only ones
with brains, Mar.
I'm scared we're fucked.
Ma'am? Ma'am, sorry to disturb.
We've just got word
from one of our informants.
He has credible intelligence
about an attack on the mainland.
["Devil's Spoke" plays]
Hail, Holy Queen.
Mother of Mercy.
Ready?
[song continues]
[engine revs]
[crowd cheering]
[radio off]
[chuckling]
- Boy or girl?
- We don't wanna know.
Well, what color are
your wife's nipples?
Excuse me?
If she's got dark nipples, it
means you're gonna have a boy.
I I really don't
think that's true.
I bet you a quid it is.
- Fuck off.
- I'll get in on that.
No. Don't be bloody
betting on my wife's nipples.
[laughing]
Special Branch called.
Palace Barracks just passed on
some intel from an IRA informant.
There's four car
bombs in London today.
- Where?
- We don't know.
We don't have plates, locations.
All we know is the cell's made up of
eight men and three women. All late teens.
They're hiding out
somewhere in London.
- [ignition switch clicks]
- [engine off]
Excuse me. Sorry.
Don't forget to lock up.
[dial clicking]
[line ringing]
- [phone rings]
- [operator] 999, emergency services.
Emergency.
This is an official warning call
from the Irish Republican Army.
There are four car
bombs in London.
The first car can be found
at the army recruiting center.
It's a Hillman Hunter. The
number plate's GHN671L.
KHS232M. New Scotland Yard.
M or N?
Vauxhall Viva, BBX551L. British
Forces Broadcasting Service.
- Ford Cortina
- [siren wailing]
- [feedback squeals]
- [grunts]
- The Old Bailey.
- Give me that last plate again.
You've an hour to
evacuate the area.
[siren wailing]
[onlookers chattering]
Excuse me, mate. What's
going on over there?
[sniffs] Fucking reeks in here.
Jesus Christ.
[clamoring]
Away! Move!
- Only one of us needs to be here for this.
- Just get on with it.
[PA system chimes]
[PA announcer
speaks indistinctly]
Keep your distance.
- We shouldn't be here.
- We're fine.
- We should've stayed at the hotel.
- Look, it's fine. Just keep moving.
One down, three to go.
- That's well done.
- They removed the minute hand, sir.
But looks like it was
set to go off at noon.
I did have one thought, sir. I
mean, they used a long fuse.
Bombers could be out the
country before the cars even blow.
Send word to Special Branch.
Lock all exits. Airports, ferry ports.
We're gate 22.
Dotes?
Do we run?
Um
Everybody just keep
moving. Come on.
We're happy to offer
you a travel voucher.
[traveler] Oh, my God.
[siren wailing]
[tires screech]
Ford Cortina. We need
eyes on a Ford Cortina.
Excuse me. Miss?
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Would you like to
just wait here for me, please?
- No.
- Thank you.
- What's going on?
- Excuse me, mate. What's going on here?
Keep moving. Keep moving along.
- Come with us. Come here.
- No. Wait. Wait.
Get your hands off me.
What are youse doing?
But I haven't done anything.
I haven't done anything.
This is us. This is us.
Miss.
It's okay. Just keep going.
- Just keep going.
- Miss. Excuse me. Miss.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Get your hands off me, please.
- Where are you traveling?
- Dublin.
Why are you grabbing me?
We've done nothing wrong.
Where are you taking me?
Wait, hold it. Hold it.
This bomb's wired differently.
It's going to the boot.
How long have you been here?
Are you gonna look at me?
What the fuck's the matter with
you? You just gonna sit there all day?
What are you doing in London?
- What are you doing in London?
- We know what you're doing in London.
That boy you were with. What's his
name? Francis. You know he's got a record?
What are you doing on holiday
with a member of the IRA?
Look, we don't have time for this.
There's still three car bombs out there.
We need the number plates.
People are going to die.
They've had training.
Get those stupid bastards
away from the windows!
What's going on?
They're looking in that car.
from the window!
You call yourself a Christian?
Christ. Where do we start?
Am I intended to gather the timing
on the other bombs has expired?
- I haven't got it.
- Get back!
- Go! Get back!
- Go! Get back! Move!
Everyone move!
[muffled shouting]
Charlie.
Charlie!
[keys jangling]
[lock clicks]
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
Wanna know how it turned out?
Two of your cars blew.
200 people injured and maimed.
Where's my sister?
[door closes]
[dog barking]
Mar! Mar!
- It's okay. Okay? It's okay.
- I'm okay.
Fucking Get off!
Strip.
What?
We're testing your
clothes for bomb residue,
so strip or we'll do it for you.
Fuck off. Fuck
off. I'll do it myself.
Let go of me.
[camera shutter clicks]
We'll not wear prison
clothes. We're not criminals.
Suit yourself.
[barrister] Fingerprint
evidence in your purse.
Evidence in your hotel room.
Evidence out of your notebook.
Look, you need to plead guilty.
We're not pleading guilty.
- Dolours--
- We can't plead guilty.
We don't recognize the court.
[crowd shouting]
That's why we blew
up the courthouse.
Girls, they're going to
pursue the maximum penalty.
[banging]
Now, you don't have a choice.
Your teammate, Roisin?
She's to testify against you.
Fucking traitor.
The best thing you can
do right now is to behave.
No one will believe you two
could've pulled this off on your own.
There's sympathy
for you if you earn it.
Do not engage with the reporters,
and leave your politics outside.
[vehicle door closing]
It's either that or 20 years
in Her Majesty's prison.
[crowd clamoring]
Your call.
[doors close]
Twenty years?
We didn't even kill anyone.
I am so sorry, Mar.
- Ah, Dotes--
- No.
I fucked up.
I really fucked up.
Dotes, no.
Look what we did.
That's mission accomplished.
[scoffs]
[sighs]
[Dolours sighs]
- [doors open]
- [crowd clamoring]
[camera shutters clicking]
[reporter 1] And here they
come. Here they come now.
The Sisters of Terror.
[person in crowd]
Evil little maniacs!
[reporter 1] Miss
Price? Miss Price!
Miss Price! Miss Price,
do you regret your actions?
Do your troops regret the children
shot dead on Bloody Sunday?
My clients will not be
taking any further questions
Does your government regret
800 years of colonialist terror?
Miss Price, do you agree with
the aims and principles of the IRA?
Don't answer that.
Yes,
I must say that I do.
["I Walk on Guilded
Splinters" plays]