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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!

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