They told us we were young, yet we understood the enormity of it.
We understood what was at stake.
Our fear was replaced with something altogether more terrifying...
..hope.
Hope is so much worse.
With hope you have something to lose...
TAPE REWINDS VOICE DISTORTS
Oh, for fuck's sake! What's happened now?!
Your TV is such a piece of crap.
No, it's not. Your camera's the problem.
My camera's top of the range!
It's true. His ma only sends him really expensive shit, you know,
to make up for the fact that she doesn't love him.
Michelle! Oh, sorry, that came out wrong.
I meant... Nope, can't think of any other way to put that.
That actor there looks so familiar.
That's you, Orla.
We're gonna have to reshoot this footage. No chance!
Oh, come on, Michelle!
These kids from Germany made a short film about the Berlin Wall,
and it won an Oscar!
Aye, but they probably had, you know, talent.
Look, we need to face the fact that we've spent the summer
making something that's really quite shite.
It's not shit, Michelle! Well, the script might need a bit of work.
Do not start on the script again! The script is a masterpiece!
The script is boring, Erin. It doesn't make any sense.
What's it even about? Peace.
Urgh, I am so fucking sick of peace!
It's all anyone ever bangs on about.
OK, I think we should just cut our losses,
and make a couple of fake videos for You've Been Framed.
Oh, I can fall down three flights of stairs without even hurting myself!
It's £250 a pop, people!
No! Can I ask something? Yeah.
How much longer are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?
Where? It's tomorrow, girls. Tomorrow!
Christ, I feel sick. Why? You're gonna walk it, Clare.
I know that! I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you four.
If you fail your GCSEs the school won't take you back.
I don't wanna have to make new friends from scratch,
I'll have enough on my plate with the A-levels!
I'm just praying you lot scrape by!
That is very considerate of you, Clare.
I know!
MUSIC: I'm Gonna Get You by Bizzare Inc
Once again, the Maze was the focal point
of a troubled peace process today,
as Mo Mowlam arrived for a visit
that has been variously described as mad or brave.
If we manage to get people round the table on Monday...
God, she's a ballsy wee thing, isn't she?
I've said it before and I'll say it again,
if anyone's gonna sort that lot out it'll be a woman.
Where is he? D'you get the butter? He's done it again. Seamus!
Keep your voice down, Gerry! I want him out, Mary!
He'll hear ye! I don't care!
He's a psychopath, and he's outstayed his welcome.
DOOR OPENS Seamus!
Seamus! Just what the hell is your problem, boy?!
That. CAT MEOWS
That is my problem, Joe. There is now a dead shrew on our doorstep.
And? And if we add that to the three dead pigeons, the dead mouse,
and the dead feckin' frog, that's quite the body count, Joe.
What's that gotta do with Seamus?
The fact that the corpses starting piling up
within 24 hours of you taking in a feral cat is no coincidence, Joe.
It wasn't Seamus! Seamus wouldn't hurt a fly.
I've seen him EAT flies. Seamus didn't kill anything!
There's a tabby, two streets away,
has a vendetta against him.
They had a falling out. I don't know the details.
So, Seamus has been framed by another cat?!
Exactly!
Jesus, that's desperate.
He could at least put a bell on the thing. That's a good idea, Daddy.
That way if Seamus is the culprit... He isn't!
Well, then the birds, the mice, the shrews, the frogs,
they'll hear him coming.
Put a bell on him? I dunno, Mary,
is that not a breach of his human rights?
No, because he's a cat.
He doesn't want to wear a bell, Mary, he's made that very clear!
Christ almighty!
We're going to Michelle's to watch a film,
can we borrow your video-cam, Daddy?
So, big day tomorrow! Is our Avon order due?
The weans get their GCSE results, Sarah.
Oh, aye.
Listen, no auld filth, do you hear me?
I'm sorry?! I had to pay an overdue fine last week,
and American Gigolo is not suitable viewing for teenage girls.
I didn't rent American Gigolo, Daddy.
I swear!
Leave the weans alone, Gerry. Away you go.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES Interesting.
Jesus, this looks class.
This Scottish drag queen takes on the entire English army.
William Wallace wasn't a drag queen, Michelle.
He's wearing a skirt, and has a full face of foundation on him, James.
Oh, fuck's sake. You dirty wee bastard.
What kind of a fucking animal doesn't REWIND?!
Dennis, what are you doing here?
I work here. No, you don't.
Aye, I do. Since when?
Jesus Christ, I was asked less questions when I was interned.
I don't think I've ever seen you outside of your wee shop.
I didn't even know you had legs. Are yous gonna get something, or not?
Well, is there anything in particular you'd recommend, Dennis? No.
OK, well...
..we're just having a bit of a read, and then...
Bit of a read? This isn't a fucking library, girls.
It is a library, Dennis, it's... It's a video library.
Ah. HE CHUCKLES
GET OUT!
GIRLS GASP DOOR OPENS
Ladies. What happened, Sister?!
This? This is nothing.
You should see the other guy.
Right.
We wanted to rent a video, but... Yeah, I didn't ask.
Trying to take our minds off tomorrow.
Why are you still talking to me?
The results, you know? Stop it!
I suppose in many ways you're as nervous as we are.
Well, no, because the school actually receives them
the day before you do, and also, I don't care.
Awk, Sister, it's yourself.
I've left the new Scorsese over for you.
You...have the results already?!
You know how we did?
Just try to enjoy what time you've left, girls.
"Try to enjoy what time we have left." It doesn't even make any sense.
It means we've failed, Erin. It means no GCSEs, ergo no A-levels,
ergo no university, ergo the end!
"Ergo" wise up, Clare.
You're over-reacting.
I knew I should have cut ties with you lot a long time ago.
It's not our fault! Of course it's your fault!
You've dragged me down to your level,
your stupidity has finally rubbed off on me.
I was a scholar when I met you, Erin, a scholar!
You were three! Our lives are over.
I wouldn't say our lives are over.
Passing those exams was our only chance.
We're girls, we're poor, we're from Northern Ireland
and we're Catholic, for Christ's sake!
Oh, my God, she's right! What type of future will we have?!
We don't need to worry about the future, Erin.
If we fail, well, our mas are gonna fucking wipe us out,
and dead people don't need jobs.
Oh, thank you, Michelle, that's very reassuring(!)
How bad do you think it is? Do you think it's, like, grounded bad, or...?
Run-away-from-home bad. Exactly.
And if it is run-away-from-home-bad,
I'm afraid I will need my snorkel back, James. OK, let's not panic...
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Let's just wait until tomorrow, and see what we're dealing with.
Or...we can see what we're dealing with tonight.
How?!
Sh!
I do have a slight concern that this plan might be a little flawed.
Do you wanna find out or not, Clare?
Shouldn't we wait till dawn?
No, we shouldn't, Clint Eastwood!
Won't the alarm go off? I know the code. How?
Last summer I had a bit of a thing with Jackie Ryan...
Jackie Ryan, the caretaker?! He's about 60! That's disgusting!
That's elder abuse! And he's married.
I just think that is the most... Jackie Ryan's son!
Oh, right.
We used to sneak in here all the time.
Oh, the things we got up to on them crash mats, girls.
Thank you, Michelle(!)
Now we just have to work out how to get through the actual door.
We could just smash the shit out of it.
I'd rather not smash the shit out of it, if you don't mind, Michelle!
This is what they'd do in the movies.
What, wave a Video Village card around like a fucking simpleton?
Jimmy the Lock, step aside.
So, if I just...
..and then it should...
Yeah, it's not gonna work.
Can I try something? Knock yourself out, Orla.
THEY GASP
Yes!
We lived on the edge back then. We were young, wild, fearless.
We didn't play by the rules.
I'm gonna shove that camera up his hole!
What are we playing at? This is breaking and entering, girls!
It's not breaking and entering, Clare, the door was open.
It's...entering. I think I'm coming out in a rash!
DOOR SLAMS What was that?!
MAN: Hello? Jesus Christ! Let's go, let's go!
MAN: Hello? Hurry up!
Quietly!
Why are we walking backwards? I'm not sure.
Oi! THEY GASP
Oh. Hello, girls.
Who are you? What the hell's going on?
What are you doing here, girls?
Breaking and entering. No! Shut up, Orla!
Netball.
What?! We are here for netball practice.
It's a bit late, isn't it? Christ, would you look at the time?
Listen, girls.
I'm gonna ask yous something now,
and I want yous to give me an honest answer.
Is that clear?!
Sweet...Jesus.
We don't know this was someone's pet! It looks wild to me.
It's wearing a collar, Da. And a name tag!
"Fluffy." God, aye, he looks like a fluffy, doesn't he?
He looks like a piece of taxidermy, Sarah!
Seamus has crossed a line!
He's out of control!
He can't go around killing people's pets, Da. There'll be a riot!
We haven't had one of them in a while.
He is innocent. Come on, Da!
This is pretty damning evidence.
Aye, you're right. It is that.
Praise the Lord. Well, Seamus, looks like there's only one thing for it.
Yeah.
We're gonna have to get rid of the body.
Excuse me? Mm.
Thanks for giving us a hand, girls.
Honestly, can't thank you enough.
Christ, the amount of crap we had to shift.
We thought we'd be here all night.
No sweat. Sorry, what's your name?
Hans. Hans?!
Hans? Yeah, Hans. What, is that like a nickname, or...?
No, it's a first name, you know, like Hans Christian Andersen.
That's very unusual. Isn't it just? Yeah, my mother, she was Danish.
Was she now? She was, yeah. I never knew that. Well, now you do.
All right, just whack them in there.
Good work.
Fair play to you, love.
I think that's the last of it, girls.
Let me give you something for your trouble. Awk, not at all.
It's far too much.
Cheers, Hans.
Mind yourselves, now. Slan.
DOORS SLAM
ENGINE REVS
Hans? Prick!
They were so sound.
And that Hans fella had an arse on him like two boiled eggs.
I hope they're getting overtime. Me too.
Aye, that was some amount of gear they shifted.
It was, wasn't it?
They didn't actually say where they were taking it, did they? No.
So...now that I think about it,
weren't those computers, like, relatively new?
I think they might have been, yeah.
Right, so...
..is it a bit weird that two men we've never seen before
just sort of took away a load of really expensive equipment
in the middle of the night? What are you getting at, Clare?
It's just that...now...on reflection...
..I'm slightly worried we might have accidentally
helped burgle the school.
SIRENS WAIL
Sweet merciful Jesus!
ALL SHOUT AT ONCE
Armed police! Hands in the air now!
Hands in the air, slowly turn around,
and place your palms flat against the wall!
This is a set-up!
You have my full cooperation, sir!
I repeat, put your hands in the air,
slowly turn around and place your palms flat against the wall!
What the hell's going on?!
What? No! No!
No, no, no, no!
Can I hold your gun?
No, no, no, no! This is a terrible mistake, officer!
Wait, are they arresting us?
But they haven't said the bit! You haven't said the bit!
Do you know the bit about how we don't have to
say anything at this time, and anything we do say
may be given in evidence?
You know, our right to remain silent?
You haven't told me about my right to remain silent!
What about my right to remain silent?! Shut the fuck up, James!
We didn't do anything, we're innocent!
Like that matters, Erin, we're Catholics, for Christ's sake!
Have you never seen In The Name Of The Father?
They'll think nothing of sending us down for a crime we didn't commit!
We'll be like the Guildford Four, the Birmingham Six!
Or the A-Team. We can't go to prison, girls!
We're too delicate for prison!
We go to convent school, Erin, for fuck's sake, we'll be grand.
Excuse me, ma'am, can I just say I'd be absolutely willing
to give evidence against these guys
if the right deal was on the table. Seriously, Clare?!
MUSIC: Born Slippy by Underworld
Pull over.
This is a good spot.
Oh, is it now?
Disposed of a body before, have you, Joe?
No.
But I've often thought about how I might.
DOOR SLAMS
God love him. Don't be soft, Gerry.
It was him or us. That's just not true, is it, Joe?
Right, you take his legs, I'll take his...
..legs. Grand, so.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Put your back into it, for Christ's sake!
GERRY BREATHES HEAVILY
Sir. DOOR CLOSES
Sir!
MICHELLE: Oh, dickhead!
Please, sit down.
OK, ladies...
We'd just like to ask you a few questions.
Nice uniform.
Thank you. Oh, you're welcome.
Not now, Michelle.
OK, sir, I would just like to state for the tape...
There is no tape. ..that we are completely and totally innocent.
And this is a...horrific miscarriage of justice.
Grand. Excuse me?!
Here's where we're at, girls.
I'm actually a boy. OK, love.
We've had several reports of suspicious activity
on the grounds of Our Lady Immaculate College this evening.
Following up on that lead, we discover you five on the premises,
that the locks on the side door have been forced,
and the alarm system deactivated.
Now, we can't get hold of the headmistress,
one...Sister George Michael.
George Michael? But the caretaker has informed us
that a substantial amount of computer equipment
seems to have vanished.
We didn't take it. What were you doing on the grounds, girls?
We went there to... We thought that we could...
We were just trying to...
Break in.
We would like to speak to a solicitor, please. All in good time.
For the tape, the inspector is refusing us
the right of legal representation.
There is no tape. Well, why can't we speak to a solicitor?!
I didn't say you couldn't. You're trying to stitch us up, aren't you?
Why would I do that? Because we're fenians.
That is a very serious allegation, girls.
Are you denying that your organisation is prejudiced, Inspector?
For the tape, the inspector is refusing to answer.
There is no tape!
If your organisation isn't prejudiced, Inspector,
then you won't mind telling us how many Catholic officers
are serving in it at this time.
I think we're losing sight
of who's questioning who here, girls. How many?
HE STAMMERS
Well, if you count the Jewish fella from, uh, Ballymena, three.
In the entire police force,
you have three Catholic officers, and one of those officers is a Jew?
Lovely fella, by the way. He is, yeah.
I would like to speak to our lawyer immediately. Who is our lawyer?
I don't know. Look, we're just trying to work out
what happened here, girls.
It was Hans!
Hans? Hans and his friend, they did it!
Hans?
You know, like, Hans Christian Andersen.
His mother was Danish. Do you think you could describe this Hans?
Well, I could pick that arse out of a line-up.
Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
OK, before this goes any further, you're minors,
we need to get a parent or a guardian down here, ASAP.
Who would you like us to call?
Can you just give us a minute?
We can't call my ma!
Well, we're not calling mine! Mine neither!
Do not look at Orla, her ma is just an extension of my ma!
What about someone's dad? Das can't be trusted!
Das are in the pockets of mas. It's true.
Das are just Ma enablers.
Well, who, then?! Oh, God, there's nobody!
They'll just wear us down until we say we did it!
We'll be forced to sign false confessions, there's no way out!
What if we wear them down first?
How?
I know who we should call.
So, I says to myself, says I, Colm, who'd be ringing you at this hour?
And sure, if I hadn't been in the middle of a Maeve Binchy,
I'd have probably slept through the thing altogether.
What was it we asked him? I can't remember, sir. Jesus.
..I'm like a dead one.
Mr McCool, if I could just...
Your nieces and their friends claim they saw the men
who carried out this burglary. We did see them.
They've given us some rather vague descriptions. Hardly vague!
I apologise, Miss Mallon, you did provide us
with quite specific details of the suspect's rear end.
Apology accepted. We also gave you a name.
Nobody in Londonderry is called Hans, girls.
Well, you say that, now,
but there's a young lad up in Pennyburn called Diego.
Is this relevant? The mother, she's a Derry woman,
but the father, he was Spanish.
Though not on the scene, by all accounts.
Thank you, if we could just... KNOCK ON DOOR
Alex, don't leave me.
It's every man for himself, sir.
..Diego's father, this is, well, he came over with the Spanish Armada,
then cleared off, leaving her to raise the wean on her own,
but that story didn't totally add up, was the thing.
I need you to stop talking now.
The problem being that the Spanish Armada landed here in 1588,
and that the son, Diego, as she called him,
well, he was born more than four centuries later.
I will caution you. She made the whole thing up!
As mad as a bag of cats, she was.
Sir. And she had been clattering the wean in thon fake tan stuff,
to make him more Spanish-y looking, you know?
There's a van matching the descriptions on CCTV.
Which how suspicions were raised, you see,
because there was a powerful whiff off the wee critter. That'll do.
Thank you very much for your time.
You've been a huge help.
We'll take it from here.
We can go?
Yes, please. Do, go, right now.
And for the love of suffering Jesus, take him with ye.
Thank you, you're a legend, Colm, a legend!
Thank you, Colm! Any time, weans! Any time at all!
Ah, Jim. What about ya?
You remember Cara?
Not your Kathleen's girl? Jesus, she's shot up!
Aye, she's staying with me this week, so she is.
Past her bedtime, though, now. Wise up, Granda!
Jim was wondering if we've seen Cara's rabbit, Da.
Oh, dear Jesus. A rabbit?
Yeah, Cara's rabbit went missing, Daddy.
They were wondering if we might have seen it. Right.
Cara was gonna take it a walk earlier, but the hutch was open,
and there was no sign of him.
She was gonna take it a walk?
That's right. The rabbit? Aye, you're supposed to walk 'em, Mary.
Really? Really.
So, Seamus about, is he?
What business have you with Seamus? Don't cover for him, Joe.
I don't know what you mean.
He's still refusing to wear a bell, I hear.
What about it? People have been talking, Joe.
People are concerned.
The pigeons, the mice, that's how it starts.
Next thing you know, pets are disappearing.
Seamus didn't touch the rabbit!
Well, if I find out any differently, Joe... You won't.
I'm watching you. BELL TINKLES
I'm watching all of yous.
Come on, Cara, love.
Right, we need to get that wean a new rabbit.
Well, what a great but ultimately uneventful evening.
The robbery was my favourite part.
What?!
Oh, sub-plot in Braveheart!
What did you guys get up to?
Nothing! Nothing much. Nothing to report.
Oh, what's this?
Fluffy who?
Oh, thanks, love. I was looking for that.
They're all the rage, girls.
BELL TINKLES CAT MEOWS
Ah, don't look at me like that, you.
I had no choice.
PUPILS CHATTER
Christ, this could not get any worse!
Straight As! Straight As!
I stand corrected!
Should we say a wee prayer first, maybe?
Yeah, I'd say our lord is up there now, looking down on the world,
thinking the floods and the famine can wait,
for there is a child in Derry
who needs me to magically alter the contents of an envelope.
That's very good, Sister Michael, that's very funny!
Ach, don't be such a lick, Geraldine.
Oh, just get on with it, please.
Oh, my God, I passed, I passed!
Me too! Me three!
Aye, by the skin of your teeth, Michelle.
Straight As, straight As!
Oh, my God, Erin, snap!
Look, an A, four Bs, three Cs, and a D!
What?! Let me see that, that can't be right.
How?
How have you got the same results as me? This can't be right!
Christ, you don't think there's been some sort of a mix-up, do you?
Orla just does really well at exams,
despite the fact she obviously, you know...is subnormal.
Aaw! Thank you, Sister.
You said we failed! I didn't say you failed.
I IMPLIED you failed.
Why? Bit of a slow day.
We passed! We did it! We did it!
Oh, hello there.
There was a bit of an incident last night in the school.
Have you seen this before, Sister? No.
Shit!
We just found it in the computer lab.
Gonna spin through the footage now.
Ah, fuck-a-doodle-doo!
MUSIC: Wannabe by The Spice Girls
# I'll tell you what I want What I really, really want
# So, tell me what you want What you really, really want
# I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
# I wanna really, really, really wanna zig-a-zig-ah
# If you want my future
# Forget my past
# If you wanna get with me
# Better make it fast
# Now don't go wasting my precious time... #
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