AGNES ALBERT ARCHIE AUNT_BRIDIE BARTENDER BRENDAN BRIDIE CHALKIE CHRISSIE DIVIS_FLATS_RESIDENT DOLOURS DR_MACFADDEN FRANCIS GERRY HELEN INTRUDER_1 INTRUDER_2 JEAN JIMMY LEAD_MARCHER MACKERS MARIAN MICHAEL MR_MCSHANE NEWS_REPORTER POLICEMAN_2 PROTESTANT_CHILD PROTESTANT_THUG_1 PROTESTER SOLDIER_1 SOLDIER_2 SOLDIER_3 TUCKER WALLA YEAR_OLD_DOLOURS_50 YOUNG_DOLOURS YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 The thing about Irish people, we've been arguing over the same shite for 800 years. See, it used to be that this was our island till the British took it off us. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 The Irish tried to fight them out, but we couldn't quite finish the job. So instead, the British kept the top part for themselves. And the IRA's been fighting a bloody battle to reunite the country ever since. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Some die by bomb, some by bullet. Others simply disappear. WALLA AGNES Ma, when is dinner ready? JEAN I told you to eat a big lunch. ARCHIE Ma, where do you keep the pliers? AGNES Ma, Billy won't put on his-- JEAN One at a time, please. ARCHIE Where are the pliers? JEAN Archie, you cannot fix the cooker yourself. JEAN Mickey, what's that under your jumper? MICHAEL What? Nothing. JEAN Come. Let me see it, please. Come on. JEAN Ugh. Michael, we had an agreement. MICHAEL This one's different. JEAN Six birds in the loft. No more. MICHAEL He's really friendly, Ma. JEAN Aye, he's quite handsome. But if you wanna be keeping him, you can release some of the others. I'll not have more wild creatures leaving their business on my floor. JEAN Helen. You're not going out tonight. HELEN What? JEAN Pop to the chippie, get a bite to eat for the wee ones. JEAN And don't be stopping for a sneaky smoke. WALLA ARCHIE Right, Helen's back. Start laying the table. INTRUDER 1 Where's your mammy, love? JEAN TUCKER Ma! WALLA DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT Quiet! JEAN Archie? JEAN JEAN You stay back! Stay back! JEAN JEAN WALLA INTRUDER 2 Put your coat on, love. We're leaving. WALLA INTRUDER 1 Tell them... Tell them to keep quiet! TUCKER Let me go! JEAN Don't you touch them! Don't you touch them. MICHAEL Where are you taking her? DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT Michael. MICHAEL Where are you taking her? DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT Michael! Be quiet. JEAN Michael, it's all right, son. It's all right, son. INTRUDER 1 All of youse, calm down. We just need to talk to her, is all. ARCHIE Take me with you. JEAN Archie. ARCHIE It's okay, Ma. ARCHIE You say you just wanna talk. What's the harm in letting me come? INTRUDER 1 He comes. The rest stay. ARCHIE JEAN DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT JEAN ARCHIE Can I sit next to her, please? DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT Fuck off, or be shot. ARCHIE Ma? JEAN Watch the children till I get back. Okay? DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT MACKERS Hello and welcome. This is the Belfast Project, An Oral History. I'm here with Participant H. MACKERS Mmm. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 And this is all anonymous, yeah? MACKERS Aye. No names. It's for both our safety. MACKERS Look, don't be nervous. The stuff I'll be asking you about is all ancient history. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Not to them. MACKERS That's why we've taken precautions. This tape, no one's gonna hear it until you're dead and gone. MACKERS You can say anything, Dolours. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 The whole sordid story, then? MACKERS If you like. Why don't you start by telling us a little bit about your childhood? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Well, the first thing you should know is that my mother and father were both proud members of the Irish Republican Army. ALBERT Have I told you girls how to make explosives? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Which meant that while other kids got stories about fairies and pixies, we got the story of Da's famous prison escape. ALBERT It was the night before the escape. The screws caught wind that there was something going on. They throw open my cell door and they start hammering me with the batons. ALBERT And the whole time they're asking me all kinds of questions. YOUNG DOLOURS What did you tell them, Da? ALBERT Nothing. I said nothing, girls. I picked a spot on the wall, and I stared at it. And no matter how they beat me, I just kept staring at that spot. Sooner or later, they had no choice but to let me go. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 It was quite a happy childhood. Until I turned 16 and decided that my whole family was mental. DOLOURS Ma, we're going out. ALBERT It's not another sit-in, is it? DOLOURS No, actually. ALBERT That's what's wrong with this lot, love. You and me, we bled on the battlefield. This generation, they sit. MARIAN Who's sitting? No one's sitting. DOLOURS One time we went to a sit-in, Da. For fuck's sake. CHRISSIE Hey. Easy there, you. ALBERT That's hormones. She's hormonal. DOLOURS We're not going to a sit-in. We're going up the mountain. CHRISSIE You hiked up there yesterday and you came back filthy. DOLOURS Well like Da said, I'm hormonal. And I'm going again. CHRISSIE BRIDIE CHRISSIE Oh. Now, you see what you've started? ALBERT CHRISSIE WALLA YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 We were Catholic in West Belfast, which meant we lived on the shite side of town. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 It was a segregated society. Everything was rigged. Jobs, housing, voting rights. It all went to the Protestants. MARIAN Civil rights march. Fair housing for Catholics. DOLOURS Voting rights for Catholics. Join the march to Derry, Mr. McShane. MR MCSHANE Good luck, girls. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 If you were Catholic, you had two choices. You could live as second-class, or you could get the hell out. DOLOURS Sure, it's not so shite from up here, is it? MARIAN What am I gonna do when you're at uni? Da is gonna melt my frigging head. DOLOURS Come with me. I'm serious though, Mar. You don't wanna get stuck here working in a factory, eating out of a fucking lunch box. MARIAN Just one thing though. I don't have talent. DOLOURS Hey. MARIAN I don't. You're gonna be off doing art shows, and I'm only good at rolling cigarettes. And I don't even smoke. DOLOURS DOLOURS Look, everybody has their thing, Mar. Sometimes it just takes a wee minute to find it, okay? MARIAN DOLOURS YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 There was never any argument in my family about who would give up most for the cause. You know, my father had spent eight years in prison. My mother had only done two weeks. WALLA YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 But my Aunt Bridie, she had given her eyes and her hands. DOLOURS We're going on a peace march. Leaving Wednesday. CHRISSIE All right. You'll have protection, yeah? Loads of Protestant villages between here and Derry, love. MARIAN It'll be fine, Ma. They said at most it'll be a few stones thrown. ALBERT Oh. They wanna waste four days wading through muddy peat bogs. DOLOURS ALBERT Now, that protest at the quay, that was a proper protest. We pushed a police jeep in the river and we ran. DOLOURS DOLOURS Lot of good that did us. ALBERT Excuse me, what was that? DOLOURS I'm just saying. Look, in a civilized society, what does violence get you? Right? Y-You charge the police, they... they attack with batons, and everybody goes home with bruises and nothing changes. ALBERT And you think that nonviolence will do better? Explain this to me, 'cause I'm a wee bit confused. DOLOURS Mmm. ALBERT You think you can take a dander through 70 miles of sheep shite, and the Prods will just hand over the cushy jobs? Since when has going on a walk ever changed anything? DOLOURS DOLOURS Um, Gandhi with the Salt March, King in Alabama. ALBERT Well, you cannot solve our problems with nonviolence any more than you can solve them from some fancy Dublin university. AUNT BRIDIE Were they not both assassinated? ALBERT No matter how well you can paint. The armed struggle. That's the way. MARIAN Is there more stuffing, Mammy? DOLOURS Yeah. Well, you tried that, Daddy. And you lost, remember? Tried bombing the Brits, and what have you got to show for it? DOLOURS Has he ever told you, by the way, the way his wee story ends? When they all tunneled out of prison, what happened? They all got thrown right the fuck back in. DOLOURS That's the armed struggle. He's like fucking Sisyphus, that one. WALLA This is our country. Go back! DOLOURS Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday We are not afraid, we are not afraid We are not afraid today Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday MARIAN Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday We are not afraid, we are not afraid We are not afraid today Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday WALLA Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday We are not afraid, we are not afraid We are not afraid today Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome someday We are not alone, we are not alone We are not alone today Oh, deep in my heart PROTESTANT CHILD Catholic scum! Youse are breeding like vermin, youse are! Tell the Pope to give you the pill! DOLOURS Wee lads like you are all the birth control I need. PROTESTANT CHILD Piss off! YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 I mean, it wasn't enough that the Prods had all the good jobs, they also had the police. And all we had were the cemeteries and each other. MARIAN Do you think we can trust the peelers? They probably went to Sunday school with those people. LEAD MARCHER Attention. Police have said we may encounter more resistance up ahead. They've asked if we'd like to pack it in. Should we oblige them? WALLA No! DOLOURS No! LEAD MARCHER We said at the outset that we would march nonviolently. Will we agree that not one single person will retaliate, even to save himself from injury? DOLOURS Yes! WALLA Yes! MARIAN Yes. DOLOURS Come on. It'll just be a few stones. MARIAN Aye, that's what Saint Stephen said. MARIAN MACKERS Which route did you take that day on the march? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 We took the Glenshane Pass. MACKERS And whose idea was that then? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 That would have been the police. WALLA We shall overcome, some day Oh deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day WALLA PROTESTANT THUG 1 Come on then! WALLA My God! Don't! Oh, my God! Get down! They're throwing stones! WALLA DOLOURS Mar. MARIAN Dolours, get your coat up! DOLOURS This way! This way! This way! DOLOURS Come on, Mar. DOLOURS Okay. Okay. MARIAN River! We can get across the river. WALLA Where you going to go now? Where are you going now, huh? DOLOURS No, please. Please, please. Don't-- MARIAN No! DOLOURS DOLOURS Please! MARIAN DOLOURS Please! POLICEMAN 2 Hey! Enough of that! Go on! Go on! Get out of here! YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 The thing was... I looked into the eyes of the people who was beating us... and they were glazed over with... hate. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 And I thought to myself... You know, I thought, "No. I'm never gonna convert these people." WALLA DOLOURS They had cudgels with bloody nails in them. ALBERT ALBERT I know. CHRISSIE Girls. Why did you not fight back? DOLOURS Mar, I'm concentrating. MARIAN They're rioting in the Falls. WALLA NEWS REPORTER Trouble in Belfast tonight as riots have erupted all across Northern Ireland with Catholic mobs targeting local police stations. NEWS REPORTER Anyone seen with bricks and bottles will be arrested on sight. ALBERT Chrissie! IraMEMBER ALBERT Jimmy, sit down over there. Go on, son, sit down. The Cumann girls will sort you out. CHRISSIE Let me get you a towel, Jimmy, love. You're leaking on the upholstery. JIMMY I'm sorry, Mrs. Price. CHRISSIE No, no, you're all right. You're all right, love. CHRISSIE There we go. You're all right. CHRISSIE Girls, don't just stand there. CHRISSIE Marian, get me ice. CHRISSIE And, Dolours, will you grab me bandages, love? DOLOURS Um, I'm helping Marian. DOLOURS We need to get the fuck out of here. MARIAN Why? DOLOURS I heard everyone's going down to the police barracks. MARIAN I'm not up for another ambulance ride tonight. DOLOURS We're not gonna do anything. We're just gonna watch. MARIAN DOLOURS What? We are. I promise. MARIAN Ma's not gonna like that either. Wasting milk. DOLOURS Mar, you can't stay with the Cumann girls. You're gonna be in there breastfeeding the men all night. DOLOURS Come on. We'll have a look. DOLOURS At least it won't be boring. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 My mother was in the Cumann. That's the women's branch of the Irish Republican Army. My mommy knew everything about those guns, except what it felt like to fire one. Oh, that was strictly for the men. WALLA PROTESTER This way. This way. BRENDAN Yeah! Fucking RUC bastards. Let's fucking go. Give it everything you fucking got! These fucking cunts! GERRY Hey, get that mattress up on the barricade. Let's build it up. Bottles. Bricks. Curbstones. Whatever you can carry. Bring it all to the barricade. DOLOURS Here. MARIAN It's a wee bit more festive than I thought. DOLOURS GERRY We need bottles and bricks and curbstones in those crates. Petrol bombs up to the roof. DOLOURS Who put that gawky fucker in charge? CHALKIE Don't know. He just picked up the loud-hailer and he started talking. FRANCIS Petrol bombs are doing fuck all. GERRY Listen, we need bigger jars. Like the ones they sell at the sweet shop. GERRY Bigger jars means more flames. With enough fire, we can suck up all the oxygen going to the car's engine. We stall them out. Then we can break in. Get our own fucking armored car. MARIAN Wee Gerry's come a long way since the debate club. MACKERS For the record. The Gerry in question? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 That would be Gerry Adams. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Gerry joined the Iraat 16. He grew up with Republican parents, like I did. Only when it came to the cause, he never wavered. GERRY Go on, hit the sweet shops. Get as many as you can carry. DOLOURS I could have told you that. DOLOURS Chalkie. CHALKIE Huh? DOLOURS What are you doing, mate? CHALKIE I'm getting us a battering ram. DOLOURS Chalkie, instead of cutting the phones to a bunch of Catholic flats, do you not think you should be cutting down that telephone pole? The one attached to the barracks so they can't call for backup? FRANCIS Aye, she is right, ya thick fuck. CHALKIE Ah, fuck off, you. DR MACFADDEN Who's the redhead? GERRY She's Albert's daughter. She's a laugh, she is. GERRY Evening, child. DOLOURS Don't call me child, you jumped-up, wee prick. You're a year older than I am. GERRY Right. Well... I just wanted to say, you know, for a pacifist, you seem to have a good mind for strategy. DOLOURS Who said I was a pacifist? GERRY I saw your da at the Felon's Club. You said youse were on the front lines at the peace march. DOLOURS Lotta good that did us. We marched, we sang. It did fuck all. GERRY You know, some of the lads were talking strategy. Doc wanted to extend an invitation. DOLOURS Him? He's older than my da. GERRY Aye, but we-we've... we've got a lot of new blood coming in. GERRY Look, you wanna do something about our wee apartheid statelet? The blokes upstairs are a good place to start. DOLOURS You gonna take down the police barracks? GERRY No, we're gonna take down the government. MACKERS They were trying to recruit you? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Aye. You know, I've been talent scouted? You know, like one of those women who walks down the street, and some fella from a modeling agency comes up and goes, "Hey. I'm sending you to Milan." MACKERS YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Except the only talent I was scouted for, was rolling bandages and making fucking tea. MACKERS The women's work? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Ah, Gerry tried to spin it. WALLA GERRY Everyone needs to contribute in the special way they can. This is your chance to be in the room with the men reshaping this country. DOLOURS The room next door, you mean? Listening through the fucking wall. GERRY Uh... That's... Dolours. Jay-- DOLOURS No, I'm sorry, Gerry. The housewives have spoken. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 You know, if I wanted to join the Cumann, I could have asked my mother. We wanted to be doing what the boys were doing. MACKERS What were the boys doing? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Fundraising. WALLA JIMMY All of youse on the fucking ground! All of youse on the fucking ground now! Face down, all right? BRENDAN All right, listen up! We are liberating funds on behalf of the Provisional IRA. The army does not want to hurt no one. Remember! Our problem is not with any of you. It's with her. BRENDAN You, dickhead. Open that fucking register now. Quickly, you specky bastard. BRENDAN Gorgeous, get that till open now. BRENDAN Jesus Christ, sweetheart. You've got the bluest eyes I think I've ever seen. You are fucking stunning looking. Thank you very much. BRENDAN Sin, sin, it's in the bin. Let's fucking go! WALLA CHRISSIE Are you okay? WALLA CHRISSIE So, um... I think we'll go to the grocer next, yeah? Bluebells are in-season. DOLOURS Aye, Ma. Let's get bluebells, definitely. DOLOURS That was Brendan-fucking-Hughes. DOLOURS Brendan Hughes. Oh. Aka The Dark. He ran D Company back then. They were the bad bastards. MARIAN Well, he definitely recognized you. DOLOURS I've seen him around the pub. He must have remembered me. MARIAN You think everyone remembers you. DOLOURS But that... that was mad, right? Wasn't it? I mean... I mean just in and out. I thought robbing a bank would be harder. MARIAN No, I think it's probably easy. CHRISSIE Uh, can one of you give me a hand with this potting soil, yeah? DOLOURS Hmm. CHRISSIE You should tell your friend Brendan to pick better disguises. Women's tights aren't the most foolproof means of camouflage. Especially if one has a mustache. DOLOURS He's not... We're not friends, Mommy. I've just seen him around is all. CHRISSIE Oh. DOLOURS Would it be a problem if we were? CHRISSIE What? God, no. Brendan is a credit to the cause, he is. DOLOURS Yet, clearly you don't want me knocking around with him, so-- CHRISSIE I didn't say that, Dolours. So, please stop putting words in my mouth. DOLOURS Well, maybe if you'd said what you meant every once in a while I wouldn't have to. CHRISSIE Look, watch your mouth. And that's not fair. Look, I don't want to argue with you, okay? CHRISSIE I just meant that things are obviously heating up. Your da thinks the Brits will be sending in the army soon. And they will come down hard on the IRA. And your man Brendan's right out there on the front lines. CHRISSIE I just don't want you to forget the opportunity you've got at university because, let me tell you something, an education like that was not an option for me. The bloody Unionists wouldn't let me. DOLOURS Are you fucking serious, Mommy? CHRISSIE Dolours. DOLOURS No, no, no, no. For 18 years, Da's been yarning on like, " The peelers are crooked, Dolours. We have to dismantle the state, Dolours." And you just sat there nodding your fucking head. CHRISSIE Dolours. Shush. CHRISSIE Look. DOLOURS CHRISSIE I just prefer that if my daughter does go to university, she has all four limbs intact. That's all. DOLOURS You don't have to worry about me, Ma. I have my priorities sorted. BRIDIE Are those soldiers still about? DOLOURS Soldiers? There are no soldiers, Auntie Bridie. BRIDIE I heard them last night. Rummaging through the bins. CHRISSIE Go and tell your da up at the Felon's. He needs to know. DOLOURS Okay. MARIAN What's up? DOLOURS Soldiers. At the neighbor's house. WALLA DOLOURS What's going on? MARIAN They're searching houses. DOLOURS Mommy. SOLDIER 1 British Army! Albert Price! ARCHIE Wait. No, no. no, no. This is my house. get the fuck out-- DOLOURS Mommy! Mommy! MARIAN No. CHRISSIE I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. SOLDIER 3 Number 10. Attention! Come to the front door with nothing in your hands. SOLDIER 3 Take it upstairs. CHRISSIE No. SOLDIER 2 His clothes are gone. Must have done a runner. SOLDIER 1 Just find the guns. SOLDIER 1 Where's your daddy gone? Hey? Where's he hiding the guns? You tell me where the fuck he is right now! I swear to God, I will pull your sister in here and make a fucking example of her in front of you! I swear to God! Tell me now! YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Even if we had talked, those men wouldn't have liked what they heard. Da fled south over the border where British law meant nothing. WALLA YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Others weren't so lucky. They took old fellas, young fellas, cripples, drunks. It didn't matter. Anyone deemed a threat to the peace, they were swept up off the street like that. Neat and tidy. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 You know, the house got a lot quieter after he left. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 I was surprised how much I miss my father. MARIAN Come on, I'm gonna be late for school. DOLOURS You're not going to fucking school. WALLA DOLOURS Let me do the talking. DOLOURS Our da's on the run. We just came back from being questioned. DOLOURS I had that on me the whole time. The soldiers didn't even think to look. I-If you think that we're just useful for serving tea, then you might be missing your chance to win this war. BARTENDER Does their mammy know they're here? JIMMY Nah. They want her kept out of it. WALLA DR MACFADDEN Let me see if I understood. You wanna rewrite the whole operations manual just because you've got a famous daddy? DOLOURS No. Rewrite it because it was written in '56. The fight has radically changed. DR MACFADDEN Aye, but the-- DOLOURS No, no. Listen. Respectfully, youse goaded to the Brits into a war, yeah? And now you're outmanned 50-to-1. There's an army of women in Belfast and Derry willing to tilt the odds in your favor. DR MACFADDEN Any of whom can help by joining the Cumann. Christ sake-- DOLOURS But you're not listening. We don't wanna be rolling bandages. JIMMY How about you, Marian, huh? Your ma has been with the Woman's Council 20 years. You'd honor her legacy by Joining. DOLOURS She wants to fight. DR MACFADDEN Let her tell us herself. MARIAN I guess, ever since that march, I kinda have been thinking maybe the Women's Council would be good fit, like. MARIAN But now internment's on. And what happens if tomorrow, all you guys are gone? Either we sit at home fiddling with our bandages, or you can teach us to fight. Which one of those do you think's gonna help us win the war? DR MACFADDEN These two are not for budging. DR MACFADDEN Better kick it up to the Big Lad. MACKERS Sorry, the Big Lad? MACKERS Aye. You heard that name a lot. You know, anyone you ever talk to, it was always, "Go and see the Big Lad." Uh, I got a sit-down with the man eventually. DOLOURS So, you're just seriously not gonna tell me who it is? BRENDAN All right. Okay. I'll give you a clue. You know him. DOLOURS Right. BRENDAN His birthday's in January. DOLOURS BRENDAN No, I'm only fucking you about. Like, I don't know when his birthday is. DOLOURS BRENDAN Don't tell him I said that. BRENDAN So, you're gonna go in here, you're gonna sit down, you're gonna wait. He's very particular. He doesn't like being seen in public. BRENDAN He's, uh... He's very intimidated by good looking women. DOLOURS BRENDAN Don't tell him I said that either. DOLOURS I know how to handle men like that. BRENDAN All right. Good luck. This is where I leave you. DOLOURS GERRY Evening, child. DOLOURS That's quite a cagey piece of spycraft you've got there, Gerry. Brits will never see past the turtleneck. GERRY Well, I don't have advantages like some do. Nice red hair and a mini skirt, for instance. DOLOURS Do I take that to mean you approve of my request? GERRY Aye. Of course, we need women. They're interning all the bloody men. DOLOURS That's exactly what I've been saying. The rest of the fellas, I feel like I'm gonna have to fucking tie them to their chairs, to put hoods on their heads and read aloud from the fucking Feminine Mystique. GERRY Luckily, the Chief of Staff's quite practical about this. His opinion is all that counts. DOLOURS Ooh. That's marvelous then. GERRY You know, they very nearly let a dog into the army. It's actually not a bad story. There was this wee fellow, Herbo Gibson, right? GERRY What? DOLOURS It's just that we're talking about women, Gerry. GERRY We were. Now, I'm telling you bout a dog. GERRY So, this dog, Bo was his name. And during the riots, you know, when the lads were throwing stones, Bo had orders to fetch each stone, bring it back to the thrower. GERRY And he was quite a good soldier, Bo. He always followed orders. GERRY His career was cut short though when one of the lads threw a nail bomb. GERRY Bo picks it up, brings it back to his owner. And now, the rioters, all.. all panic. They're all losing their heads, jumping behind hedges and what have you, till they hear the jelly go bang. GERRY When they found Bo's body, they gave the wee man a military funeral. DOLOURS Jesus, Gerry. Your stories are awful fucking dreary, mate. GERRY Dolours, all I'm saying is that being a soldier is not like your daddy says. You're more like that dog, Bo. You follow orders, you don't ask questions. And there's a good chance that someone you love will find your body in the street. GERRY So, the question, child, isn't if they'll let you fight. The question is, are you sure you want to? DR MACFADDEN Raise your right hand and repeat after me, "I, Dolours Price..." DOLOURS I, Dolours Price... DR MACFADDEN "...promise I will promote the objectives of the Irish Republican army to the best of my knowledge and ability." DOLOURS ...promise that I will promote the objectives of the Irish Republican army to the best of my knowledge and ability... DR MACFADDEN "And that I will obey all orders..." DOLOURS And that I will obey all orders... DR MACFADDEN "...issued to me by the army authority and my superior officers." DOLOURS ...issued to me by the army authority and my superior officers. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 "Issued to me by the army authority and my superior officers." DR MACFADDEN Right then, You're not to tell anyone you're IRA. Not friends, boyfriends, schoolmates. Loose talk cost lives. DR MACFADDEN Understood? MACKERS Have you ever said any of this on the record before? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 No. Not explicitly. MACKERS You want to talk about the robberies? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Aye, I'll talk about the robberies. MACKERS The London job? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 I'll talk about the London job, aye. MACKERS How about that thing that happened in Divis Flats? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 What thing that happened in Divis Flats? MACKERS A woman was taken. She never came home. She was a widow. A mother from Tam. Her name was Jean McConville. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Want to say anything about that? MACKERS You know, one thing that I can say> That all my life, I thought joining the Irawas the noblest thing a person could do. ARCHIE It could be worse, I guess. HELEN How? YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 Y-You were taught that you were fighting in the name of the people. JEAN Not too shabby, eh? WALLA YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 That the whole community was behind you. You know, that every drop of blood that was shed was the cost of an unjust war. DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT You're just moving in? DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT You're welcome to drop by sometime. We're the ones in the red door. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 That the men fighting beside you were your brothers, and that everything you do together is for the greater good of a free and united Ireland. DIVIS FLATS RESIDENT Welcome to Divis, lad. YEAR OLD DOLOURS 50 And I think people should know that it's all lies.