Belfast (2021) Movie Script | Subs like Script

♪ Went to sleep last night ♪

♪ I had a kind of dream

for sure ♪

♪ When I woke up

in the morning ♪

♪ Felt like I was

coming down to joy ♪

♪ What did I see,

what did I hear ♪

♪ When I was coming down? ♪

♪ Had a brand-new story ♪

♪ When I was

coming down to joy ♪

♪ Felt so good ♪

♪ Gratitude ♪

♪ When I was coming down ♪

♪ Something quite ♪

♪ Quite profound ♪

♪ That I cried out loud ♪

♪ I got a brand-new story ♪

♪ Brand-new story ♪

♪ I was coming down to joy ♪

♪ She was standing there

before me ♪

♪ There before me ♪

♪ When I was coming down,

down, down, down ♪

♪ Felt so good... ♪

- Hello, there.

- How are you, Frankie?

Very well.

- Buddy!

- You all right, Paddy?

- Buddy!

- You can't catch me!

Yeah, I'm gonna

catch you! Just wait.

All right?

- Buddy!

Buddy!

- I'm speedy. You're not.

- I'm gonna get you.

Hiya, Moira. How are you?

Very good, thank you.

How are you?

- I'm good.

- Ah, and he's dribbling, he's dribbling.

- Score now!

- Buddy!

- Cheat!

- No, no cheating. I did it fair and square.

I'm telling you.

You nearly got me.

Yes! I did, too!

Hey, Buddy!

I win! I slayed the dragon!

Your ma's calling you!

Your tea's ready!

All the rest of you, too!

- Yes!

- I'll get you next time, Buddy.

Yes!

♪ Coming down to joy. ♪

You dirty bastard!

- Hiya, Buddy.

- Hello, Mrs. Ford.

Have you been fighting

any dragons?

- Only a couple.

- I've got a couple in my house.

- Is that right, Mr. West?

- Aye.

And can you lend us

a shield, Buddy?

I'll see what I can do.

- Say hello to your daddy for me, will you?

- Will do.

Buddy, your ma's calling you

for your tea.

Thanks, Mrs. Kavanagh.

She says it's tripe and onions.

- She did not.

- In a sandwich.

She did not.

She says you're a terrible man.

She's right.

What's going on down there?

Please, please,

we've done nothing.

Get the kids inside!

Get away from here! Go!

We don't want any trouble!

Come on! Get inside!

Mum!

Buddy!

Ma!

Buddy!

Mum! Mum! Mum!

Keep your head down

and don't move!

Will!

- Mum!

- Will!

Danny, where are you?!

Say nothing to nobody.

- Catholics out!

- Easy, lads.

Get them upstairs!

Catholics out!

Get in the house! Mummy!

Mummy! What's happening?!

Keep him there and stay still.

Mum, what are you doing?

Will, stay where you are.

Mum!

You've been warned!

Get these fuckers

out of your street!

And if you talk to the police,

we'll be back for you, too!

Get the Catholics out!

Get down!

Get yourselves down!

Stand back!

Holy God.

Belfast was in shock

this morning as the impact

of last night's rioting

was all too clear.

Small numbers of Catholics

still peacefully living

in Protestant areas

were targeted.

Their houses were attacked

and marked,

and intimidation may force them

to leave their homes

completely.

Can these tightly-knit

neighborhoods ever return

to the peace they shared

together only 24 hours ago?

Further reports suggest...

Up front, Frank.

I'll show you where I put them.

Look, we need to get

this barricade up

before those kids

come back, okay?

Are we taking all these

paving stones to the barricade?

- We taking them all down?

- We need them all.

Is poor Jane okay?

Is she all right?

Don't you worry, Paddy.

We're not gonna let them

back here again.

You're as welcome

on this street as any of us.

All right, Buddy?

We're gonna have to go

down the yard and get more.

We've got

four more houses to do,

and that's

the last pane of glass.

Apparently, Fergus

didn't come home last night.

I'm gonna go see

Mrs. McGuinness now.

It's all right.

I saw Fergus down the road.

- He's coming now.

- We have to do this.

The police aren't

going to protect us,

so we have to do it ourselves.

Is that all

you can take in a barrow?

Kids, please, go inside.

I don't want you out here

until it's all safe again.

- Come on.

- Come on, load them up here.

Would you look at the

poor children with that load.

Can you wheel that

up to the front?

Frankie will show you

where we're putting it.

Tell Paddy I'll be there

in a minute to fix that.

I've just got to nip into

the house and get my tools.

Watch yourself

getting up there, love.

Put that pallet

over here. Over here.

Get them kids to stay away

from them sharp edges.

Pull them rocks up.

Everything.

Put that washing machine in.

Come on,

let's get this all done.

The likeliest move is

to bring troops into Belfast

in the hope of avoiding

further clashes

between rioters and police,

particularly the B-Specials.

- Stand to the side!

- Another 600 troops will be

available this afternoon.

Off these streets now!

Get off the road! Stand back!

We're not stupid!

You can't keep us

in our houses!

The men of the 3rd

Battalion of the Light Infantry

fly in from Plymouth

to plug the gap

left by the use of troops.

A curfew is another possibility

which is being

widely mentioned.

I've just come from

the airport now.

I've literally just come

from the airport.

I live in that street.

That's my kids there.

I live in number 96.

Get up there quick. Quick.

Christ.

- Stop!

- Just let him through...

Where do you think

you're going, love?

To bring my husband home.

That's him

on the other side there.

Where's he been, then?

None of your bloody business.

Not with you

in your hour of need?

- That's a bit off, isn't it?

- He works away in England.

Does he?

What kind of work is that?

- He's a joiner.

- I see.

And has he joined

any of these groups

making all this mess

in your street?

He knew nothing about

the whole bloody thing.

That's why he's here now.

He's come home from

his work to see his family.

Glad to hear it, madam.

- Hi.

They nearly had you there,

Steve McQueen.

I'll have you

in a second, Frankie.

- Come on, you two.

- Hi, boys.

Stay in your homes tonight.

- Thank you very much.

- Okay?

Aye.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of

- the Starship Enterprise...

- Did they attack you?

No. It was only

the Catholic houses.

Them boyos want them out.

Them peoples don't give you

any bother in that street,

- do they?

- Not at all.

Sure, they're friends,

they're family, same as us.

They just kick

with the left foot.

Exactly.

Sure, my best friend in

the street is Mrs. Ganjawala.

She's Indian.

She even comes to

the wee mission with me.

Well, them curries,

I tried one once.

I had to wear

a nappy for a week.

- Will.

- Oh, Mum. Sorry, Granny.

Ah, she's well able

to handle herself.

It's being so cheerful

keeps you going, isn't it?

Sure, I'm not gonna be

running up the Cave Hill

any time soon, am I?

- It's just not knowing.

- That's not easy.

How it's gonna

affect their schooling.

Will, would you

turn that telly off

- and talk to your granny?

- Hi, Pop.

Hiya, Buddy.

Does the doctor

want to see you again?

He's given me a letter

for the hospital.

- And did you go?

- There's no point.

I think you've a few

big decisions to make, son.

Did you clear up

that wee bit of trouble

- we were talking about?

- Hey, wee fellas.

We're not deaf back here.

Oh, yes, we've friends

on the Protestant side.

They weren't friends last night.

They weren't

friends last night, though.

Paddy Kavanagh told me

as long as Catholics

keep confessing everything bad

that they do to a priest,

then they can do

whatever they want

and God will forgive them

all the time.

Well, Paddy Kavanagh's

family's not gonna be living

in this street for much longer,

so you'd better check

he's not taking

the hand out of you.

Ugh, I don't know how it works.

They get a lot of water thrown

on them and then they're okay.

I think that's it.

Why aren't you going, too?

'Cause me and your father

have business to discuss.

God understands.

Come on.

- What are those?

- My little secret.

Now, come on.

I've had too much God

for one day.

Well, your granny says you can

never have too much God.

You might need him

before too long.

Look, mind your nonsense

for now,

and I'll take youse all

to the pictures tomorrow.

Brilliant!

Robin and the 7 Hoods is on

in the afternoon

at the Capitol.

- Paddy saw it.

- Wait, is that gangsters?

- It's a blinking musical.

- No, it's not.

There's Little John

and swords and everything.

Well, you can't go

tomorrow afternoon.

Your cousins will be here.

Your aunties and uncles

want to say goodbye

to your father

before he goes back.

But, Daddy,

are you not gonna be

a vigilante on our barricade?

No more talk

about bloody barricades.

That whole nonsense

will stop soon enough.

I wouldn't be

too sure about that.

Hey, less of

the long face, son.

These two can go

and pray for it to stop now,

and we'll all go to the big

picture house in town tomorrow,

Daddy will pick the film,

and we'll forget about

this whole bunch of eejits

before I have to go

back to work.

Was that our side

that done all that

to them Catholic houses

in our street, Daddy?

There is no our side

and their side in our street.

Or there didn't

used to be, anyway.

It's all bloody religion.

That's the problem.

Then why are you

sending us to church?

Because your granny'd

kill me if I didn't.

But, Daddy,

if we were Catholics,

we could not go to church,

and then every once

in a wee while,

we could go in and confess,

and then they'd have to tell us

we were forgiven

and we wouldn't have to go

in again for ages.

I've nothing against Catholics.

But it's a religion of fear.

Protestants, you will die!

Agonizingly!

And where will you go

when you shuffle off

this pestilential mortal coil?

Where?!

Well, I will tell you where.

Picture the scene.

A fork in the road.

In one direction,

a straight and narrow highway.

In the other,

a long and winding road

which stretches down and away

into an unknowable distance.

One will take you to the bosom

of the Lord's grace,

forever and a day

caress you with beatific love.

And the other will spew you

into an eternal pit

of sulfurous suffering,

pustulating pain,

from which you will never, ever,

through the seven circles

of hell escape!

And I ask you here and now...

...which road will you take?!

Now, money.

Thanks very much.

Really good.

Remember, one slice

per sandwich.

I don't want to be

giving too much away.

With regard to the explosive...

I think that's a fair word...

situation in Northern Ireland,

are we getting near

to the point where you,

as prime minister of

the United Kingdom government,

will feel it necessary

to intervene

and use the supreme authority

which is yours in law

either to remedy grievances

or to ensure order?

Is it almost ready?

If that became necessary,

of course, I shouldn't shrink

from doing whatever was needed.

Uh, we have been deeply

concerned about the problem

of civil rights

in Northern Ireland.

I've paid tribute...

Make an orderly queue

to be allowed entrance

to the street, please.

All right,

what have we got left now?

Not doing a strip search

this time, eh, Frankie?

Whose do you belong to?

You know full bloody well

who we belong to.

I'm taking my wife

down to her sister's,

like I've been doing

all my bloody life.

- House number?

- There's no number.

Just a name.

- What's the name?

- Arsehole.

Very funny, Mack.

Always the joker, eh?

On you go.

We won't worry about

their name and number now.

We know where they live.

Whoo. You like that?

How's that, then,

Ginger Rogers, huh?

Whoo. Come on you,

Fred Astaire.

- You can tell them by their names.

- How?

Well, if he's a Patrick

or a Sean, he's a Catholic,

and if he's a Billy or a

William, he's a protestant.

There's more names

than that, though.

I know that.

I'm just saying,

them's the obvious ones.

What about Morris?

Uh, don't know.

We've a wee fella down

our street called Thomas.

- What's he?

- Protestant definitely.

He's not. He's a Catholic.

- No, he's not.

- He is.

Sure, they burnt his house out

the other night

'cause his family is Catholic.

Sure, we've a cousin

called Thomas.

I know. That's what I'm saying.

Well, how the hell are you

supposed to know, then?

You have to get taught it.

Who teaches you?

So the doctor says,

"Listen, John,

I've got some bad news

and worse."

And John says, "Oh, no.

Wh-What's the bad news?"

And he goes, "Well, you've only

got 24 hours to live."

John says,

"That's-that's awful.

What could be worse than that?"

Doctor says,

"Well, I've been trying

to get ahold of you since yesterday."

- Why do you even have to know?

- In case they attack you.

- When?

- When you're out and about.

Well, if they're attacking you,

they're not gonna stop

and tell you their name.

It wouldn't get to that stage.

- Why?

- 'Cause you use your secret knowledge to bluff them.

What are you talking about?

They can just come up to you

when you're not expecting it

and ask you, "Are you

Protestant or Catholic?"

But it's a trick question,

you see,

'cause they don't

tell you what they are.

And what do you say then

to not get a dig in the gob?

- "I'm a Catholic"?

- Wrong.

That's exactly

what they think you will say.

They think you're trying

to bluff them.

But you have to

double-bluff them.

- How?

- You say, "I'm a Protestant."

- But I am a Protestant.

- That's the point!

Blanchflower's now

at the halfway line.

He looks up.

Is there nothing this

Spurs right-half cannot do?

Perfect through ball!

Nice pass, son.

Would you go on away in and

tell your pa I'd like to have

a wee chat with him, please?

Tell him it's Billy Clanton.

And McLaury.

What do you want?

We're looking to cleanse

the community a wee bit.

You wouldn't want to be

the odd man out in this street.

You saw what happened to your

neighbors from the other side.

You touch my family

and I'll kill you.

Calm down, fella.

I'm a Protestant, like yourself.

- All all right?

- Aye, it's okay, Mackie.

Look, things get out of hand

pretty quick round these parts.

Cash or commitment.

The boys who cleaned up

your street

have made me their new

local chief.

So, you can report to me

with either.

All right?

Have a wee think.

I'll be in touch.

Buddy, come on.

Come and show me

how to play this game.

Come on.

Let's have a look. Huh?

See you, now.

All the big boys have left.

Buddy, give your brother

a hand there, will you?

Pick this sofa up, right?

Here, can you give us a hand?

Yes, ma'am.

You want to set your gun down?

No, it's all right, thank you.

Now, don't you be

scratching my walls with that.

You got it? Right now, hold on.

This worked earlier.

I'll go in first.

- All right?

- Stewart.

- Frankie.

- All right?

All right, Frankie?

Is that you all this time

at the barricades?

Somebody has to.

Better me than Billy Clanton.

Aye.

Not many people chose this.

There's a few men hiding

behind them barricades.

And they'll keep hiding

where they're afraid

for their families.

It's a waiting game now.

When it's time

for that wall to come down,

I'll be the first

to swing a hammer, but now?

"They also serve

who stand and wait."

We can't all be acting

the Lone Ranger.

This is

a story of long, long ago,

when the world

was just beginning.

A young world.

A world early

in the morning of time.

No wonder

you brought us to this.

It's educational for the boys.

Aye.

Raquel Welch is

a hell of an education.

If people ask you to join

anything, deliver anything,

do messages for anybody,

you do nothing, okay?

You tell your ma, she'll

tell me, and I'll sort it.

- You understand me?

- Yes, Daddy.

Very good.

I'm proud of you, son.

Now get off to bed,

the pair of you.

I'm up too early

in the morning to see you,

so make sure you get to school

all right, all right?

Don't mess your mother about,

and I'll see you in two weeks.

- Okay?

- Yes, Daddy.

Good boys.

A fork in the road.

In one direction,

a straight and narrow highway.

Which road will you take?!

You're running round here

like the man

in the big picture,

not paying your taxes

and spending all our money

on horses.

It's the building trade.

I told you it doesn't work

the normal way.

I told you I had it covered.

I was the one

who had it covered.

No, you had us paying

three years of back tax.

To keep you out of bloody jail.

We're drowning in debt.

We're near done

with the back tax.

Ten pound a month

for three bloody years.

This is the time to think

about making a new start.

I know nothing else

but Belfast.

Exactly.

There's a whole world out there.

We can give these boys a

better chance than we ever had.

There's Commonwealth countries

needing tradesmen.

The government will give you

assisted passage.

We can get the whole family

to the other side of the world

for ten pound.

We're living in a civil war,

and I'm not here

to protect my family.

What are those supposed to be?

An escape route.

Get this street locked down.

Come on, get a move on.

We're gonna be late again.

Come on!

Throughout the night,

sniping became

the tactic of the rioters.

As we drove past a side street,

three men on the corner

dived for cover.

- It's not bad, though, is it?

- A young man with a revolver

asked us for a lift.

At 4:00 this morning,

RUC turned us back

- from the Falls area.

- Yeah.

Snipers, they said,

were still at work,

and in the distance,

one heard the ominous burst

of machine-gun fire.

The scene terrified me,

but it reminded an

American colleague of Harlem,

but, he added, it seems easier

to get guns here.

One more left.

Dawn over Belfast

today showed a grim scene,

buildings scarred by fire,

thousands of pounds' worth

of damage caused,

and, of course,

the tragic loss of life.

It's been a night of shame for

Belfast, one that will live on

in the memories

of its people...

Come on, you two. School.

Walking, please. No running.

Morning, miss.

Twelve elevens are 132.

Twelve twelves are 144.

Well, I'm pleased

to say your times tables

were a lot more impressive

to hear

than your test scores

were to read.

The whole point

of these weekly tests

is to monitor your progress.

The best will sit directly by

my desk, the seat of learning,

and the rest of you will view

your Sisyphean struggles

from the distance

you have imposed upon yourself

by a lack of application.

Billy Clanton Junior, 17%.

Bottom row, seat 12.

Rachel, seat 11.

Martin to seat ten.

Freddie, seat eight.

Karen to seat four.

And in the medal positions

this week, with 72%, in bronze,

is Buddy, seat three.

And, of course, in silver

again, we have Ron,

and Catherine with

the gold yet again this week.

Congratulations, Catherine.

Very well done.

The wee girl still showing

some interest, yeah?

She looks at me sometimes,

but we're not allowed to talk

in the class,

so I can't say anything.

And then when we go out

to the playground,

she always goes off

with the other girls.

Anyways, I think

she loves that other fella.

Ah, you don't know that

for sure.

Women are very mysterious.

And women can smash

your face in, too, mister.

Your granny's become

less mysterious over the years.

So, you really like her?

When I grow up,

I want to marry her.

Yeah, sounds like

you really like her.

You know,

she's not only at school.

You could see

where she lives maybe.

It's Reynolds Drive,

four houses in from the right,

the one with the wonky eight.

Oh, you've done your research.

I pass it every day

on my way home.

I try to look in,

but she never sees me.

She's always doing

her bloody homework.

If she were a wee bit

more stupid like me,

we'd be sitting together

by now.

Ah, "a pity beyond all telling

is hid in the heart of love."

Oh, he's full of

pretty answers, that one.

Come on, it's time to go.

I don't want your mommy

shouting at me

because you're late.

- Cheerio, son.

- Cheerio.

Here, take this threepenny bit.

Get yourself a wee sweetie.

I'm not allowed, Granny.

My da says you can't afford it.

I'm always saying

to your man there

what's yours is mine

and what's mine's me own.

Thanks, Granny.

Try and find out

how that wee girl thinks.

Oh, good luck

with that one, son.

♪ From the dark end

of the street ♪

♪ To the bright side

of the road ♪

♪ We'll be lovers once again ♪

♪ On the bright side

of the road ♪

♪ Little darlin', come with me ♪

- Pass it. Pass it.

- No.

Goal!

♪ Won't you help me

share my load? ♪

Yes, mate, over here.

You just need to tell us

where you been, all right?

♪ From the dark end

of the street ♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yeah, up against the wall.

♪ To the bright side

of the road ♪

♪ Cricket. ♪

Will.

What road do we take?

I can't remember.

What road did the minister say?

Oh, shut up.

And in this

already tense atmosphere,

concerns remain about

intimidation run rife

in working-class areas.

Further reports suggest...

- ...arse up here. Come on.

- Daddy!

Stop dragging your arse

along there. Come on.

You're hurting my arm.

Right, stop being

a crybaby now.

You show me where he lives.

Come on.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

Can you tell me

exactly what he said?

He just said he couldn't give

any more money to the streets.

- He'll not say that to my son.

- Daddy, stop!

- Stewart! Stewart!

- Please!

Hey, your blood's

up there, Billy.

Would you go back to your house?

Right, Billy,

we've no call for fists here.

Aye?

Well, what is it the man says?

A fist is only as good or bad

as the man using it.

Remember that.

Holy God. Billy!

Shut up, Frankie!

Come on, Billy.

That's too much now.

- Come on, you!

- We don't need more of this, Billy.

Ah, Billy, stop that.

You're settling old scores.

Regards to your pa.

Tell him I expect to hear

from him soon.

Or he'll be hearing from me.

Up them stairs.

23, 24, 25, 26.

♪ You don't have to buy me flowers ♪

♪ Or pretty ribbons

for my hair... ♪

What are you doing?

It's, like,

what my favorite holiday is.

- What is your favorite holiday?

- I don't know.

We haven't been on many,

have we?

No, we haven't.

♪ Real love ♪

♪ Oh, let it be real love... ♪

Unbelievable. They're not

getting away with this.

And it's due today, as well,

so I can't do anything about it.

- Ah, hello, Buddy.

- Hello, Mr. West.

- Right, on you go, now.

- Thanks, Mr. West.

Will you ask your da

to drop down to see us

- when he's back at the weekend?

- He's not back at the weekend.

That's a pity.

- Tell your ma I was asking after him, will you?

- Aye.

Tell your brother I need

another wee delivery

with the milk.

Get him to come and see me

after school.

All right?

Why is your da not coming home?

He can't come home

every weekend.

It's too dear.

You won't get your wee

Matchbox car, then, will you?

Come on.

Coming.

- Do you want to join a gang?

- I'm not allowed.

- Why not?

- My mother said she'd kill me.

Sure she doesn't have to know.

That's the whole point.

- Are you in one?

- Aye.

- What's it called?

- Doesn't have a name.

- Why not?

- Has to be secret.

That's what they tell you

when you join.

What do you do?

I can't tell you

till you're in the gang.

- How many of you are there?

- Not allowed to say.

What do you have to do

to join, then?

Whatever they tell you.

If your da's not home

this weekend,

you could come with us.

I don't know.

I'm trying to practice

my maths.

Then you're mental. Come on.

If your da's not home anyway,

what else are you gonna do?

♪ Look at the ivy

on the old clinging wall ♪

♪ Look at the flowers ♪

♪ And the green grass so tall ♪

♪ It's not a matter of ♪

♪ When push comes to shove ♪

♪ It's just the hour

on the wings of a dove ♪

♪ That's just warm love ♪

♪ It's just warm love ♪

♪ And it's ever present

everywhere ♪

♪ And it's ever present

everywhere ♪

♪ Warm love ♪

♪ And it's ever present

everywhere ♪

♪ And it's ever present

everywhere ♪

♪ That warm love. ♪

God. This takes ages.

No wonder they call it

long division.

Patience.

Patience with the sums.

Patience with the girl.

Is it 27?

That's close enough.

And now just make sure

y-your numbers

aren't very clear to read.

She might give you

the benefit of the doubt

if your seven looks like a one

with a fancy tail, right?

The same with a two and a six.

Right? Keep her guessing.

That means you'll have two

or three horses in every race.

Isn't that cheating?

No, well, I'd call it

spread betting.

And if it gets you moved up by

one seat to bask in the light

of her glory,

then you're off to the races.

But sure there's only one

right answer.

If that were true, son,

people wouldn't be

blowing themselves up

all over this town.

I think my da wants us

to leave Belfast.

What do you want?

Every night, before I go to

sleep, when I say my prayers,

I ask God if he'd fix it

so that when I wake up

in the morning, I'm the best

footballer in the world.

And then I also ask him as well

that when I grow up,

can I marry Catherine.

Even if she loves Ronnie Boyd.

But she could still see him,

but she'd marry me.

That's what I want.

You looking

for trouble, Doniphon?

You aim to help me find some?

What's the matter?

Everybody in this country

kill crazy?!

Here!

Show's over for now.

Try it, Liberty.

Just try it.

What right

do you have to interfere?

It was me he tripped.

I have to keep those boys

where I can see 'em.

Well, I can't come home

every weekend, for God's sake.

Well, if you can't be bothered,

well, then don't blame me

- for what them boys get up to.

- That's not what I'm saying.

You can't just throw that one...

Right, that's 6:00 a.m., fellas.

That's youse done.

Housewives, it's thanks to

Sparkle biological

washing powder

that their whites

are whiter than ever.

They've discovered

for themselves...

What have I done?

All right, Mummy?

Why do you always get sad

when a letter comes?

Remember, our

washing powder is biological.

Come on, Mr. Slowpoke.

Get inside now.

And finally a switch in

the medal positions this week.

Well, Mr. Buddy,

you may not have improved

your handwriting in maths,

for which this once,

in lieu of your intensified

efforts, we will be willing

to give you

the benefit of the doubt,

but you have

improved your score.

So, in second position

is Buddy.

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da,

da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Jackie Wilson said

it was Reet Petite ♪

♪ Kinda love you got

knock me off my feet ♪

♪ Let it all hang out ♪

♪ Oh, let it all hang out ♪

♪ And you know

I'm so wired up ♪

♪ Don't need no coffee

in my cup ♪

♪ Let it all hang out ♪

♪ Watch this. ♪

Be careful what you wish for.

That's what the minister

at the wee mission says.

When is your next chance?

We have to do a project

about the moon landing.

What, did those boys

not come back from that?

They did, and now we have to

cut things out of the papers

and explain how they got there.

If they did get there,

if they did get to the moon.

It's not what it says here.

God doesn't like it.

And I watched every night, too,

that they were up there,

and how did I never see

Mike Collins

in the mother ship

doing his orbit?

Sure you would have seen

the shape of Columbus

against the light of the moon.

No, that's 'cause mostly

he was on the dark side.

Exactly. It's the side that

Lucifer hangs his shillelagh.

What? No, look, he was

on the dark side of the moon

most of the time where

we couldn't see him, you know,

while he was doing his orbit,

and then maybe, you know,

just before he was due

to come round the corner,

you had to go in for your tea.

If I could come up with

something smart about that,

maybe I could

stay up at the top desk

and wait till

she gets back there.

Or you could say the moon's

made of green cheese

and drop down a place,

if you wanted.

Or you could do

the project together,

you and the young lady.

You'd get the same marks

and maybe end up

on the same seat together.

But how do I even talk to her?

- ♪ How do you handle a woman? ♪

- Ugh.

♪ "There's a way,"

said the wise old man ♪

♪ A way known by every woman ♪

♪ Since the whole

rigmarole began ♪

Yeah, it's all rigmarole

with you, mister.

♪ Do I flatter her ♪

♪ Threaten or cajole

or plead? ♪

♪ Do I brood

or play the gay romancer? ♪

♪ Said he, smiling ♪

♪ How to handle a woman? ♪

♪ Mark me well,

I will tell you, sir ♪

♪ The way to handle a woman ♪

♪ Is to love her ♪

♪ Simply love her ♪

Get off me.

♪ Merely love her. ♪

Walk, please.

No running, thank you.

Thanks.

Well done on your maths.

Thanks.

Have you gone to the moon yet?

Do you want to, with me?

It'll save you getting cold

waiting outside our house.

Hey, Romeo, come on!

We have work to do.

Operation Steal The Chocolate.

It's simple.

We go into the shop

and keep Mr. Singh talking

down by the fridge.

He has to move the boxes

round at the bottom

to get me a Lemon Mivvi.

His head'll be down

part of the time.

You stay at the front

of the shop,

and when you see he's not

looking, you make a sweep.

- What's a sweep?

- A big grab for all the chocolate bars

on that low shelf

near the till.

Sure he'll know they've been

nicked if there's a big gap.

I thought you said

we'd just do a couple,

so he'd never even notice.

I don't want lifted

by the police.

All right, all right.

- All clear.

- No sweep.

Just a small grab, okay?

I might be able to swipe you

a chocolate mousse

- at the same time.

- Okay.

- Hello, Mr. Singh.

- Hello, Moira. Hello, Buddy.

- Hello, Mr. Singh.

- Good to see youse.

Please may I have

a Lemon Mivvi?

Lemon Mivvi coming right up.

Just need to move

a few wee boxes.

Hey!

- He's seen us!

- Come here, you wee buggers!

- I know who you are!

- No, he doesn't!

Well, your woman

will tell him anyway!

- You proud of yourself?

- It was Moira.

Get in there.

Get off that blinking road

or you'll kill somebody!

She's gonna tell on us!

She says anything,

she's done for!

I know who youse are!

What have you got?

You're joking me.

It's all I could see.

Turkish Delight?

Who the hell

eats Turkish Delight?

- Do you eat Turkish Delight?

- No.

I don't like it.

Nobody likes it.

- It's all they had.

- Are you blind?

I had to think quickly.

Not quickly enough.

There was Flakes and Crunchies.

All you need is an in and out

with a fast hand,

and then the Milky Bars

are on me.

I'm not sure

you're cut out for this.

Hey, Buddy, your da's home.

- Sure it's only Wednesday.

- He came in a taxi.

- And you, too!

- What?

Keep your mouth shut.

When did you write to them?

None of your business.

Just tell me.

When did you write to them?

- It's a simple question.

- None of your business.

Just give me a simple answer.

- I'm not getting interrogated.

- When did you write to them?

When the last receipt

came through.

I knew it was the last one

'cause for three bloody years

I've been counting

them envelopes

coming through that door,

and there wasn't

so much as a thank-you

with this one.

It's the taxman,

for God's sake.

Who do you expect,

Father Christmas?

We've been

scrimping and saving,

and they hadn't the good grace

as to say, "That's it.

You're done.

You're in the clear."

So what'd you say to them

in your letter?

I said I wanted

a full official declaration

that my husband was

in the clear a hundred percent

on all back taxes,

and that they acknowledged

that everything was shipshape

and above board,

and that my family's good name

wasn't on

some credit risk list.

- Christ. Christ the night.

- What?

No.

- No.

- Yes, yes, oh, yes.

They've decided... thanks

to acting on your request...

they've decided to go back

further into my accounts

and say that I owe

another 572 pound,

which based on

current earnings,

should take another

five years to pay off.

So it's a handy wee letter

you sent, wasn't it?

You bugger!

Oh, you're a lying bugger!

Aye, that's right, believe the

taxman before you believe me!

'Cause I know you!

Your work won't be too pleased

with you skipping off

in the week.

I'll work the weekend.

Ah, when's that job finish?

This one's nearly done.

What, there's another one

over there, is there?

Aye. Big one.

A long one.

They're asking some of the boys

to move over permanent.

Offering accommodation

because of the time involved.

Couple of years.

Building a hospital.

Your father has to go

to the hospital.

You talk to him about it.

Won't talk to me about doctors.

Is that right?

Ah, it's just a couple of days.

A wee test for the lungs.

It's all that bloody time

over in Leicester.

- Where's that?

- In England.

Is that near where Daddy works?

Nah, your daddy works near,

uh, London, the Big Smoke.

This was in the countryside.

What were you doing?

I was a coal miner.

You've done a lot

of different jobs, Pop.

You can say that again.

Yeah, none of them lasted

more than a week.

My mother's worried about you.

Your mother's worried about you.

Well, Granny's always worried

about something, isn't she?

Ah, well, your granny's

a very caring person.

Sometimes it affects her nerves.

Like your mommy.

Mommy's worried, too, isn't she?

Daddy, are we gonna

have to leave Belfast?

All right, Buddy,

that's me away, then.

I'll see you

when I get back next week.

In you come, girls.

Catherine. Quinn.

Come on in, girls. You can help

put the pencils out.

Be good, son.

If you can't be good?

Be careful.

Seems like only yesterday

you and me were

in school together.

You're gonna need to stay

away from my family.

That's big talk

for a fella who's never here.

You can rely on me

to be here when it matters.

I hope your timing's good.

Things get out of hand

pretty quick round these parts.

Do you know the problem

with men like you?

You think you're better

than the rest of us.

And the problem with men like

you is you know you're not.

We'll keep it simple.

You're with us

or you're against us.

Clock's ticking.

You're a soft touch!

Time for real Protestants

to step up!

Ach, you're no real Protestant.

You're a jumped-up gangster

and always were.

There's peelers about.

Hey, watch it, youse two.

Quick.

Ah, look.

There you are now, son.

There he is now.

Hello, son.

The police officer here

just wants a wee word with you.

There seems to be

a-a wee bit of confusion

about something that happened

at Mr. Singh's.

Go on, sit down there, now.

Do you know why I'm here, son?

Don't lie to me.

A very serious crime

has been committed

down in Mr. Singh's shop.

Do you know

what I'm talking about?

All the best, now,

and give my regards to Josie.

- I will do.

- I do like a man in a uniform.

Was he in there long?

Apples'll grow again, should

they grow on a gooseberry tree!

I didn't even

eat the chocolate!

No, I won't

be here when it's over.

You're asking me

to wait an hour to find out

if I'm going to be

a wife or a widow.

I say it's too long to wait.

- I won't do it.

- Amy...

I mean it.

If you won't go with me now,

I'll be on that train

when it leaves here.

I've got to stay.

No, you're not listening to me.

I am listening. I am listening.

Would you, would you listen

to me for a change?

I'm trying to be practical

about this.

Look, the police were here

today but their father wasn't,

so, no, I'll not be

having any lectures

- from you, mister.

- Don't be like that.

I know what you're gonna...

♪ Do not forsake me,

oh, my darling ♪

♪ On this our wedding day ♪

♪ Do not forsake me,

oh, my darling ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Wait along ♪

♪ I do not know

what fate awaits me ♪

♪ I only know I must be brave ♪

♪ And I must face

a man who hates me ♪

Clear the streets

and return to your homes.

♪ Or lie a coward ♪

♪ A craven coward ♪

Return to your homes.

♪ Or lie a coward in my grave ♪

Oi. Yes, I'm open.

- ♪ Wait along ♪

- Catch it.

- Mine, mine, mine!

- Pass it to me!

♪ Wait along... ♪

Mrs. Ford, how you doing?

All the better

for seeing you, stranger.

- Welcome home.

- Ah, you're a silver-tongued charmer.

- It takes one to know one.

- All right?

Ah, just the fella.

Have you got a horse

for the 2:30 race?

I have, but if I tell you,

the odds'll come down.

Christ, I'm not gonna

bet the house.

Fancy Man, each way.

She'll get you a pint.

- Is that Paddy moving out?

- Poor Catholics have no choice.

- It's a mad world.

- Well, get used to it.

We all live there now.

Prize capture was a tanker

laden with

2,500 gallons of petrol.

They'd also taken dozens

of crates of milk bottles

from a passing truck and

dubbed the whole enterprise

the Petrol Bomb Factory.

Sure all the kids in

the street are going mad.

What do you want me to do?

You need to talk to them boys.

How many was there?

About ten of them.

And what did your mate do?

He said he wasn't joining

anything they belonged to.

Then he gave the big one a dig

in the gob and ran like hell.

So did I.

Did they chase you?

Aye, but we got

a street ahead of them.

Then we ran into me Uncle

Tony's and turned the corner

before they could see us.

We put the heart across

me Uncle Tony.

He was on the toilet,

doing his horses,

and then he dropped his pencil

down the loo.

You've delivered

for these boys before, aye?

Mm-hmm.

And you know it's not milk

they're putting

back in them empty bottles?

I do now, Daddy.

You were right to tell me.

Come here and hold this, son.

Hold that there.

- You got that?

- Mm-hmm.

And amid more

citywide violence overnight,

government figures issued today

reveal that Northern Ireland

now has the highest rate

of unemployment in the UK.

Here it is. Planet Earth.

And do you know where that is?

- Sydney.

- Australia?

Aye, that's right.

- Do you know about it?

- Aye.

They've got surfing

and weird football.

And they have kangaroos

on the barbecue.

And the weather's good.

Young Joe Turner's

down there, too.

That's right.

How do you fancy that?

What?

Moving over there

for a wee while.

You're joking.

No. It's just down the side

a wee bit.

It's ten and a half

thousand miles.

Right, school, you two... now.

We might as well be going to

the moon if we went down there.

Sure, you've already

family there.

One second cousin.

And you've the phone.

And a millionaire

to pay the bills?

We could take trips back.

And pay for it with what,

Scotch mist?

Family could come over

for holidays.

I didn't come up the loch

in a bubble.

There's no one from round here

can afford the fare

to go down there.

Or the time off work,

if they had any work.

You just heard the bloody news.

We have to do something.

This is our home.

♪ When it's not

always raining ♪