01x04 - Tout

[bunniefuu]

There's a wounded soldier.

I'm forming my own unit.

You'd be totally anonymous.

I got your first assignment.

[Mackers] What can you tell me

about the Joe Lynskey business?

[Older Dolours] Now, when it

came to light what he'd done,

the sentence would

have been death.

I need local people.

Observant people.

What is the mission exactly?

- [Brendan] Come on!

- [Kitson] D Company.

Are we gonna find this loose-lipped c**t

that tipped me off to the Brits, or what?

["Gudbuy T'Jane" playing]

[Jean] Billy, you

have to wear trousers.

[Archie] Ma, where'd

you keep the pliers?

[Jean] Archie, you cannot

fix the cooker yourself.

[Agnes] Ma, when

will tea be ready?

- Mam.

- [Jean] Helen,

you're not going out tonight.

What?

[Jean] Pop to the chippy, get

a bite to eat for the wee ones.

Don't be stopping

for a sneaky smoke.

[metal squeaking]

[squeaking continues]

[giggling]

[scream in distance]

- Mummy's gone.

- They took Ma.

- [Susie screams]

- Susie, f*ck's sake.

I need you to be quiet.

[Archie] It's all right.

It's all right, Susie.

Arch, what happened?

They said they just

wanted to talk to her.

I-I guess it's 'cause

she helped that soldier.

I-I don't know.

Susie, go on. Get you to bed.

[Archie] Come on. Up.

[Jean] Don't you touch them.

[Michael] Where

are you taking her?

Ma?

[Helen] Where to first?

Mickey, you're in

charge now, okay?

Lock the door behind us.

Don't open it till we get back.

- Not for anyone.

- Where youse going?

We're going to find Ma.

[bar patrons chattering]

["Erin Go Bragh"

playing on radio]

MacDonagh, McBride ♪

And here's to James

Connolly Who gave one hurrah ♪

You sure youse are

in the right place?

Our ma was taken.

Oh, dear. Sit.

Men came to our flat.

There were eight of them.

It was ten. There

were women too.

What's your mother's name?

Jean. Jean McConville.

Did you recognize any of the

people who came to your flat?

Wait here.

Get them some Coke and crisps.

[music continues on radio]

[bottle cap opens]

[Coke fizzing]

Youse need to leave.

Go on home.

We're not leaving till

we know where she is.

She never done

nothing to no one.

Sh-She kept to herself.

Your mammy was a tout.

An informant.

Now, get you on home.

She's only got herself to blame.

Wh-What's he talking about?

It's lies, Helen.

Don't listen to him.

But what do we do now?

[breathes deeply] I guess

we go home and wait.

[phone ringing]

- Hello.

- Hello, Dolours. It's Pat.

Hey, Pat. What's up?

All right. Where do

you wanna go from?

Suppose we should

start with the g*ns.

This won't do.

[Jimmy] We've no g*ns, no a*mo.

What's an armed robbery

if you're not even armed?

Think that's just called

a robbery, Jimmy.

- [Brendan chuckles]

- That's That's f*cking depressing.

Kevin, have you

not got a g*n there?

- No.

- What do you mean, "No?"

We can see your

g*n. On the table now.

Kevin, son, tell me

this. Is that a spud g*n?

It's not the size of the g*n

that matters. It's how you use it.

[scoffs] Not in my experience.

[Brendan] Size of the

g*n's not the issue, kid.

Does the g*n sh**t b*ll*ts or does

the g*n sh**t wee bits of f*cking potato?

Where'd you get that holster?

Oh, it's nice, right?

Very double-o.

[chuckling] Very double-o.

The f*cking ba*ls on this kid.

We'll pick up g*ns on the way.

[Kevin chuckles]

What? You're not

coming, Dolours?

I wish.

- Dolours is working for Gerry now.

- Oh, aye.

Top secret stuff,

Kevin. Very thrilling.

I got an idea. Why don't you stay

behind and keep the girl's company, Kevin?

Because we need men with g*ns.

Not big babies with

f*cking vegetable weapons.

Hmm. At least I have

ammunition for mine, Jimmy.

[laughs]

I have a spare g*n.

And where'd you get that?

- It was Joe's.

- I'll take it.

Ah. No, you're all

right, kid. I got it.

All right, boys.

Let's f*cking go.

[Older Brendan] So, uh

So this is a regular Tuesday

morning for me, right?

I'd leave the call

house around 08:00.

Then I'd stop by the arms

cache to pick up the g*ns we hid.

After that, I might do a bank,

put a b*mb in the town.

Maybe try to sneak in a pint.

And

Well, this Tuesday

Well, this Tuesday

was different.

Someone's here.

- [hammer c*ck]

- Jimmy!

- Get the f*ck down!

- [Jimmy] f*ck!

[Brendan] f*cking go!

[grunting]

[shouts]

Go, go, go. [groans]

f*ck.

- Leave the door! Leave the f*cking door!

- f*ck!

[rapid g*nf*re]

[g*nf*re continues]

We need to go.

Let's go! Go!

Get to the car. Get to

the f*cking car. Go, go, go.

f*ck!

f*ck off home, Kevin.

I want the names of every man

who knew about that arms dump.

Somebody's talked to the Brits.

We don't know it was

the Brits, Brendan.

It's Kitson. It's

f*cking Kitson.

Jimmy, someone's ratted on us.

[exhales shakily]

[Older Brendan] I discovered

something here that was high-level.

Operations were getting blown,

and I did not trust Belfast.

There was only a few people who

knew about that arms dump, right?

It was me. It was Jimmy.

And I f*cking knew

it wasn't Jimmy.

So I started asking

around and

in the end, I didn't

have to look too hard.

She came to me.

I think my husband's

spying for the Brits.

Seamy disappears the night

of Aoife Maguire's funeral.

[grunting]

Seamy?

I waited at home for two days.

He's a no-show.

Then on one

morning, I get a letter

from Seamy himself.

Saying he's found

a job in London.

He'll only be there a short spell.

He'll be back in time for my birthday.

[Jimmy] "My darling

Kathleen" [chuckles]

Spare me.

He doesn't call me Kathleen.

He calls me Caitlín. In

Irish. Caitlín, not Kathleen.

And certainly not

f*cking "darling."

Sorry. Do you Do you

think this is a forgery?

I didn't know what to think

till I saw him here in Belfast.

The day after the cheeky wee

c**t tells me he's in London,

he turns up at the house

and he tells me the full story.

How the Brits snatched him.

Said they had him

on m*rder charges.

[Brendan sighs]

[Kathleen] A bombing. But

they could offer him a way out.

[Brendan sighs]

Seamy said he had no

other choice but to flip.

Tell me, where is

he now, Kathleen?

[chuckles]

Don't be taking me for a fool.

I know what youse do to touts.

With respect, love, that

man's made his own bed.

[scoffs] That man's

never made his own bed.

I make the f*cking bed.

[crying] Look, Brendan. I came to you

'cause I know you care about your men.

Seamus wants out.

He'll do whatever it takes.

[whispers] Will you help us?

[door opens]

- Brendan. Brendan. Really?

- It's all right, love. It's all right.

Sit down there.

- I'm sorry, Dark.

- Oh, I'm sure you are.

What did you tell the Brits?

[whispers] God help me.

There's a place in Palace

Barracks just for Kitson's informants.

No one knows what goes on there

except those of us who have been inside.

He would sit and talk

to me, day after day.

Wearing me down.

He offered me a full-time job.

Decent pay. A flat

of our own in London.

He gave me a choice between

a better life for myself and Caitlín,

or a prison sentence.

All I had to do is

give him a few names.

[Kitson] Those

fellows are IRA, yes?

Do you see Brendan Hughes?

Mmm.

And who else did you give up?

You look at me when I'm talking

to you, you touting f*cking c**t.

Everyone. I gave

him all of youse.

- Kathleen, get out, now.

- [Seamus] Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

[Kathleen] Brendan,

you gave me your word!

There's more. I have more.

There was someone else there.

- Another informant, one of us.

- What was his name?

This kid. I-I think

he's from Ballymurphy.

- Name!

- [Seamus stammers]

- Beaky.

- Beaky?

Who the f*ck's Beaky?

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

What have you done,

you silly wee c**t?

[breathing shakily]

Hey, before you start, I

just wanna say, you know,

don't bother,

'cause I'm not saying anything.

Are you a member of

the Irish Republican Army?

No.

I mean, I'm not saying

anything but no, I'm not.

[Kitson] Says here you

were caught stealing a flag.

Aye. Admitted that already.

A Union Jack.

Union flag. It's only referred to as a

Union Jack when mounted on a warship.

Anyway, stealing a f*cking

flag don't make me IRA.

How about firing a g*n?

Nah, I told you I'm not

into that sort of thing.

My colleagues don't like me

using a modern foreign p*stol.

Worse still, this is a German

p*stol. [clicks tongue, chuckles]

Aye, a Mauser, C96.

That's right, Kevin.

Just like what's-his-face

in The Great Silence.

Would you like to hold it?

I get it.

The moment I pick that up,

that fella there is gonna stick one

right between me eyes, is that it?

[door closes]

We're alone, Kevin.

I am unarmed. It's me

who should be scared.

You You all

right there, Dark?

Oh, aye, Kevin, mate, I'm grand.

Just having a wee bit of

a f*cking day, you know?

Yeah.

You know, I've known that

man in there since I was a child.

Wee Kevin, he's only

a wee boy himself.

We need to speak to Gerry.

No, I'm not speaking to Gerry.

- Why not?

- Gerry'd want them dead.

Aye, and I'm inclined to agree.

What?

All I'm saying is

we'll go back in there.

We'll get some f*cking bin bags.

We'll wrap them around

their heads. We'll just get--

Give me a f*cking second, Jimmy!

[Older Brendan] I'd sometimes

ask myself, you know,

what Seamus did.

Had I misjudged

him all them years?

W-We preach a culture

of self sacrifice, right?

The cause above all.

W-When you're staring down the

barrel of a 20-year prison sentence,

it's human to be selfish.

[Jimmy] Which of youse

f*cking c**ts wants it first?

Do you want it in

the f*cking head

or do you want it in your

wee f*cking kneecap?

Look, all I did was tell him

where a few rusty g*ns were hid.

- This fella named names.

- [Seamus] He was Kitson's favorite.

You know where

he got that holster?

Tell him where you got it.

Where did you get it, Beaky?

Both f*ck up!

So, right now, both of youse

are dead, right? That's just a fact.

Do you understand?

[shouts] Do you

understand me, Kevin?

Yes, Dark.

Good.

But there's a way I can

bring youse back to life.

Anything, Dark.

So the Brits don't know that we've just

uncovered two of their top touts, right?

- Aye.

- These two are the only ones who've been

to Kitson's hideaway

in the Palace Barracks.

What do you want us to do?

I'm putting youse back to work.

You'll be spying, but for me.

You're gonna go back in there,

and you're going to help me

uncover all their dirty wee tricks.

Do this,

and I promise you,

I give you my word

My word

I'll let you live.

All right.

So, we're gonna be

sort of triple agents?

Dead on.

[Mackers] When you sent

Seamus and Kevin back into the wild,

were you sure it was

the right thing to do?

f*ck no.

[both chuckle]

I was f*cking terrified, like.

I mean, them boys could have marched

right back into the Palace Barracks

and told the Brits everything.

If they were gonna earn my trust,

they were gonna have to prove it.

Would you be more quiet, Beaky?

Look, I told you.

Don't call me Beaky.

You know, I'm starting to

pick up on something here.

You've got a problem with me.

I don't have a problem with you.

[scoffs] Aye, you do.

What's your problem with me?

Look, I did what I had to

do for the good of my family.

Whereas you, you just

wanted to hold a g*n

and swan about playing

double-o gobshite.

And now I'm consigned

to the same fate as you,

as if I were the same as you.

I knew you had a

problem with me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You know that

Dark's gonna k*ll us.

He gave us his word.

'Cause he needs us.

Exactly. So we just stay useful.

As long as we're

useful, we're safe.

Wee Kevin wasn't as

stupid as he looked.

He hid some g*ns

in the call house.

Then he calls the Brits, tells

'em exactly where to look.

This is it? This is your

gold mine arms cache?

Well, this is all us poor,

wee Irish b*stards have

in our fight against the

mighty British Empire.

Now, speaking of g*ns.

All right. This will give you

to access to the firing range.

Dead on.

Now, fair play to him, he

was performing like a pro.

He got into everywhere and

he got his nose right up the arse

of their entire

intelligence outfit.

That's Kevin.

So they're using a

f*cking laundry service.

There's a fella with a camera

hidden in the roof, right?

My guess,

they're running surveillance while

they're making the laundry drop-offs.

What they're doing

with these clothes,

that's the real

f*cking sneaky bit.

Cuffs, around the

buttons, on the collar.

Anywhere that's

been touched, okay?

They're testing them, forensic

level f*cking testing, like.

- What for?

- Traces of expl*sives.

Aye. Gunpowder, cordite, anything

so they can tell who's been firing a g*n.

f*ck me.

Do you know how serious this is?

Four Squares, it's in a

dozen Catholic areas, like.

They're everywhere.

Are you sure about

this intelligence, Kevin?

- I am, Dark.

- [clicks tongue] Good work, kid.

Gimme a minute with the Big Lad.

- Come here. Yeah. f*ck off.

- Yeah.

Hey. First of all,

we may be f*cked.

[Brendan] I had

a similar notion.

- Second of all, it is brilliant.

- Aye.

I mean they could ID

every call house in Belfast.

They may well have

done that already.

f*ck. So they might have.

Which is why we need to hit

them now. Hit those b*stards

- with everything we f*cking have.

- Agreed.

What about Seamus and Kevin?

Come on, Gerry, they're worth

more to us alive than dead.

Brendan. Yet their past

crimes cannot go unpunished.

They'll get a good smack

for what they've done.

Believe you me, I'll

f*cking do it myself.

But let them learn

a lesson from it.

All right. Back in a minute.

["Simple Game" playing on radio]

life is just a

simple game ♪

- Oh, do, do, do ♪

- Do, do, do ♪

- Do, do, do ♪

- Do, do, do ♪

- Oh, do, do, do ♪

- Do, do, do, do ♪

[shutter clicks]

[speaks indistinctly]

[shutter clicks]

Listen, we'll have them back

first thing Thursday morning, okay?

[Dolours] f*ck me. It's the girl

from the wake. With the lipstick.

- [Brendan] Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm looking right

f*cking at her.

[Marian] So, is it true, Dark?

Is what true?

The IRA's full of touts?

No.

But it's true about

Seamus and Kevin?

- How did you hear about that?

- Of course, I heard about it.

The IRA's full of f*cking touts.

Well, we're looking

into it, all right?

I should hope so.

I can't believe these f*cking

traitors are up and walking about.

Not everyone gets

a second chance.

If it was up to me, I'd put a b*llet

in the back of each of their heads.

- [Dolours] We know you would, Mar.

- Or cr*pple their f*cking firstborn.

- f*ck, Marian.

- [Brendan] Marian.

I'm joking.

[sighs] I'd just sh**t them.

All right, f*cking

duly noted, love.

Now, just shut the f*ck up.

Not a word of this to anyone.

You should do it here.

[sighs] She's right.

When should we do it then?

What about Thursday?

So we hit him on Thursday.

["Maybe Tomorrow"

playing on radio]

Maybe tomorrow

I will love again ♪

[music continues on radio]

[music continues on radio]

Teddy!

Teddy, mate.

[g*nf*re continues]

f*ck. Go.

f*ck! Go, go, go, go!

[screams, grunts]

Come here.

We need to get inside. Come on.

[Brendan] For f*ck's

sake, man, stop!

That's a f*cking

civilian, Jimmy!

[Jimmy] Get your

hands off me, Brendan!

f*cking stop! Let's

go! Let's f*cking go!

f*ck's sake, man!

[music ends]

More violence in Belfast today

after the IRA mounted a

carefully coordinated attack.

Authorities have been left baffled

as to the identities of the perpetrators.

[all laughing, chattering]

["You've Got My Number" playing]

You know my name ♪

You won't abuse it ♪

If you wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna

Wanna have someone to talk to ♪

I got her number.

We've done it,

Seamy, we're back!

First time in your life, I

think you might be right.

[Kevin laughs]

I am so f*cking

proud of you, lad.

You too, dickhead. [chuckles]

Lads, do us a favor. Swing

by the call house later on, right?

I'm putting the pair

of youse back to work.

This is just the beginning.

Just the f*cking beginning.

- Take you home ♪

- [music ends]

Armored cars

and tanks and g*ns ♪

Came to take away our sons ♪

But every man

must stand behind ♪

The men behind the wire ♪

- f*ck off, Brendan.

- [chuckling] f*ck off, Johnny.

But every man

must stand behind ♪

The men behind the wire ♪

Yes, boys. So these Brits aren't

gonna take long to f*cking regroup.

So it's heigh-h*, back

to f*cking work we go.

Where's Seamy and Kevin?

- Where are they?

- [door slams]

Aye. The leadership has

decided that Seamus and Kevin--

The boys earned

their lives back.

They just delivered a huge

propaganda victory for you.

- Propaganda?

- Aye.

Jesus, Brendan. I think that's the

first time you've said that word out loud.

Gerry, mate. This could be the start

of something. We're just gonna k*ll 'em?

I know you don't

wanna k*ll your friends,

but don't let your emotions

cloud the issue here.

F-f*ck. D-Do us a favor, Gerry.

Record yourself saying that,

play it back, see if that sounds like a

reasonable thing for a person to say.

What I'm trying to say is that the moment

you put your men before the cause

No. The men are

the f*cking cause!

you endanger everything,

right? Including the men.

That's some highfalutin intellectual

shite, and you f*cking know it.

You're not the one that

has to put a g*n to the head

of some 17-year-old child.

Neither are you!

Gerry, I'm begging you.

If my men don't trust me to keep

my word, the whole thing falls apart.

I'm gonna tell you once

I made those boys a f*cking promise,

and that's a promise I intend to keep!

You made a promise? Under what

authority did you make a promise?

Your unit has been entirely

compromised by touts.

You happened upon those

two out of sheer dumb luck.

God knows how many

others are out there.

And now you wanna go send a message

that this sort of thing is tolerated?

Brendan, it's not.

[quivers]

I gave 'em my word.

Then you made a promise you

should've known you couldn't keep.

- Look, here's--

- It's already over, Brendan.

Someone's taking the boys away.

Who?

You're too soft, Brendan.

It'll land you in

trouble one day.

[Mackers] Can you give

us the name of the person

that drove Seamus

and Kevin that night?

[Older Brendan] Aye.

It was Dolours Price.

Anyone that needed to be taken

away, it was her that usually done it.

[Mackers] How did

you feel about that?

I believed-- I believe

100% in Adams. Aye.

I believed in his leadership.

I believed in his direction.

I believed in almost everything

he would have said to me.

And so I, uh

Just, I went along with it.

I take it you would have

done things differently?

I would have done a

lot of things differently.

["Happy Together"

playing on radio]

[Kevin] I think

about you every night ♪

It's only right To think

about the girl you love ♪

And hold her tight

So happy together ♪

[Seamus] Beaky.

Did you hear it? Gerry's

sending us down south for training.

And when we're back, maybe

we'll be joining your outfit.

Aye. Maybe, Kevin.

[Kevin] Aye.

You all right there,

Seamus, mate?

[Kevin sighs]

Why'd they send you?

What do you mean?

I thought you were part

of Gerry's new squad.

Is this the sort of job

you lot do? Chauffeur?

Do what we're

asked. Same as you.

[singer on radio] ♪

the skies'll be blue ♪

For all my life ♪

Dolours, you're a woman.

Is that a question, Kevin?

Where would you want

a fella to take you out?

Because I met myself a wee girl

tonight, and, I don't know, I like her.

I'll take her to some place nice.

Maybe the Maybe the Garfield Arms.

Don't be taking her to the

arms. Take her to the Astor.

I can't.

[Dolours] Why not?

You have to be 18.

When you're with me,

baby The skies'll be blue ♪

[Dolours] What about you, Seamus?

Where do you take your Kathleen?

I was hoping to take

her to London one day.

Just the two of us.

[Kevin grunts]

- Oh, I'm gonna throw up.

- Don't be a prick, Beaky.

No. I mean, I'm

actually gonna throw up.

Kevin, you're not to be sick

in this f*cking car, all right?

[coughs] Yep.

Definitely gonna puke.

- Ah, s-stop the car.

- [Dolours] For f*ck's sake.

Ba-ba-ba-ba,

ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba ♪

Ba-ba-ba, ba ♪

Me and you, and you and me ♪

No matter how they

toss the dice It had to be ♪

The only one for me is you ♪

[Dolours] Seamus?

And you for me ♪

So happy together ♪

Stay in the car.

Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

- So happy together ♪

- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

- We're happy together ♪

- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

- So happy together ♪

- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

- Happy together ♪

- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

- So happy together ♪

- Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

[music ends]

You all right, Jimmy?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Good, man.

[car door opens]

What do you reckon

they'll have us do first?

b*mb making? Target practice?

Have you any paper?

Aye.

[glove compartment opens]

[glove compartment closes]

Will you see my wife gets this?

What the f*ck are we doing here?

["The Wild Rover" playing]

What is this?

Keep walking.

- On your knees. Now. Both of you.

- No. This is-- It's a mistake.

- Beaky. Relax.

- [Jimmy] Get on your knees now.

Brendan said--

He said it was fine--

I will sh**t you

where you stand.

- Beaky. Beaky.

- I can't-- I can't-- I can't breathe.

Kevin. Kevin. It's okay.

You're all right, lad.

I've been a wild rover ♪

[priest] And this

moment of sorrow,

the Lord is in our midst and

comforts us with His word.

May He forgive all your sins and

set you among those He has chosen.

Amen.

Drinking strong ale and beer ♪

[hammer c*ck]

[g*nshots]

[birds cawing]

- [shovels digging]

- [IRA agents grunting]

Our handlers haven't

been able to make contact

with either Seamus

Wright or Kevin McKee.

For how long?

Since before the attack.

Then they're dead.

We know we have a leak,

which would mean their

status as dual operatives

was likely discovered

and they were

[imitates g*nsh*t]

[Sarah Jane sighs]

Sir, they were maybe two of

our most valuable informants.

Take a look at that

photograph there.

Behind the totem.

Who is that?

One of our informants in Kenya.

I'd drive him into the

village. Stand him up.

The hooded man, he'd whisper in

my ear. Tell me who was a t*rror1st.

We'd make a big show of it.

Do it in front of the whole tribe.

I wanted them to know that there

were there were traitors among them.

Did they ever find out

who was under the hood?

Sometimes.

Though more often than

not, they had the wrong name.

Jesus.

They'd [smacks lips]

gouge his eyes out.

Disembowel him because they were

so terrified that this poor innocent man,

one of their own, was

the real enemy. [scoffs]

So, you see, we are either

being fed vital information,

or we're driving them

to m*rder their own men.

Either way, we win.

[Marian] Eat something.

I can't believe Gerry

said this is a promotion.

It's beneath us.

And what do you

wanna do? Wait tables?

[Dolours] Doesn't seem too bad.

- I'd have time to paint.

- You wouldn't paint.

- I said, I'd have time to paint.

- You'd be miserable though.

Look, I just didn't think my contribution

to this w*r would be k*lling Catholics.

Shut up, Dotes.

We can talk about it later.

[Lulu singing on TV] ♪

Trouble is k*lling the country ♪

[sighs]

Trouble is a

bringing us down ♪

Trouble with the

world is trouble Yeah ♪

There's too much

of it going around ♪

- Girls?

- [Dolours] Aye.

We're here, Auntie Bridie.

To the sound of the music ♪

Everybody's got to clap ♪

What's happening there?

[Marian] They're dancing,

Aunt Bridie, on Top of the Pops.

They're dancing

on top of the what?

Top of the Pops, Bridie.

It's a It's a music thing.

They film it in England.

Dancing. Do they not

know there's a w*r on?

I don't think they do, Bridie.

I think they forget.

Well, maybe someone

ought to remind them.

♪ Now the fun has just begun ♪

You're right, Bridie.

Maybe somebody should.

Everybody's got to clap

♪ To the sound of the music ♪

Everybody's got to clap

♪ To the sound of the music ♪

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♪ To the sound of the music ♪

♪ Everybody's got to clap ♪

♪ To the sound of

the music Come on ♪

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♪ To the sound of the music ♪

[music fades]