English ambassador Henry Stanfield is selected to head up a South African-style The Truth Commissioner.
He falters saucy lawful guide close by into a political minefield, populated by such natural sorts as Provo-turned-clergyman Francis Gilroy, shadowy MI5 agent and the unmistakably signposted nectar trap hooker Krystal.
In this variant of Northern Ireland, people talk with irregular, geologically unsteady accents and they are allowed to waltz up to the individuals who are anything so as to give confirmation untouched as nosy as police or security at the commission and give them a right clack.
In the interim, directly not far off, the commissioner’s irritated little girl is pregnant with her first tyke. Her work partner simply happens to be the sister of one of the district’s “vanished”, for a situation that could possibly bring down the decision chain of importance.