Titanic Town (1998) - full transcript

[dynamic music]

[children shouting]

[lock rattles]

[children shouting]
[dog barking]

- Keeps going round.

[apple crunches]

- If you want, my Niall
will break in for ya.

- No, thank you.

- [Annie] When I was 16, my
mother became a celebrity.

- All right, look,
don't watch us.

You're making me nervous.



[girls chuckle]

- [Annie] We thought that we'd
left The Troubles behind us.

- Have you come far?

- Down the Falls.

And yourself?

- Bombay Street.

Burnt out in '69.

[lock clicks]

- We're in.
- Great.

- [Annie Voiceover]
What we didn't know was

that they were just beginning.

[children shouting]

- You got it, got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

- What are they for?



- Reading.

- You're lucky
you have the time.

- No, they belong
to my daughter.

- She must be awful clever.

- She is.

Thank you.

[Aidan shouts]

- Mommy says you're
too old for dolls.

- [Bernie] I didn't
switch it on!

I switched it off!

- They're not dolls.

They're role models.

- That were familiar once
round my dead hearth.

Lord,

thou art hard on mothers.

We suffer in their coming
and in their going.

Though I crutch
them not, I weary.

Weary of the long sorrow.

And yet, I have my joy.

My sons were faithful
and they fought.

- [Aidan] Well done, Nora.

Well done.

- No one's said it like
that in a long time, girl.

- It'll take the tear
out of a glass eye.

- Oh, I love her.

She was thinking about her son.

- Is he dead?

- Daresay, no,
he's in Long Cash.

- Where's Long Cash?
- He's in jail.

- What about a song?
- Oh, that's a good idea.

- Where's Colm?

Colm will give us a song.

Colm!
- Colm!

- Colm, son.

Where is he?
- He's in there.

He's hittin' the beer.

[family shouts happily]

- What'll it be?

- Danny boy.
- Come on, Danny Boy.

- Our Kathleen
sent for Danny Boy.

- [Tony] Sing a
rattle song, Colm.

- A Roddy McCorley.

- Kevin Barry.

- What about a song
where nobody gets killed?

- [Colm] A Jug of Punch?

- [Man] No, it were not.

- 'Cause if the bits don't
get you, the drink will.

[family laughs]

- I hate that song,

but it's better than
the rifles of the IRA.

Well, James's wife is English.

I don't want to give offense.

- I'm not English, Bernie.

I'm from Newcastle.

- [Bernie] Oh, right.

- That's you two.
- It is.

[Bernie laughs]

- How come Uncle James
has had three wives,

and you've only had one?

[people laugh]

- Ah, well, he lives in London.

- [Tony] Go on, Colm.

♪ Oh Danny boy

♪ The pipes, the
pipes are calling ♪

♪ From glen to glen and
down the mountainside ♪

♪ The summer's gone and
all the flowers are dying ♪

♪ Tis you, tis you must
go and I must bide ♪

♪ But come ye back when
summer's in the meadow ♪

♪ Or when the valley's
hushed and white with snow ♪

♪ And I'll be here in
sunshine or in shadow ♪

♪ Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy

♪ I love you so

♪ Oh Danny boy, oh Danny
boy, I love you so ♪

[soft radio chatter]

[distant applauding]

[helicopter propellers whipping]

[helicopter humming]

[clock ticking rapidly]

- [Bernie] Annie,
are you outta bed?

No.
- They're shooting outside.

Stay away from the window.

[dog barking]

[footsteps thudding]

[dog barking]
[footsteps thudding]

[footsteps thudding]

[explosion blasting]
[man shouting]

- For God's sake, woman,
would you wait up?

- [Brendan] Where you going, Ma?

- [Aidan] But don't
go down the stairs--

- He's on my front porch!
- You'll get shot!

Oh, where the hell
are my clothes?

- Annie, close your eyes, your
father has no trousers on!

- Maybe we should let him in.

- Jesus, no, you'll
all be lifted!

- It'll be better
than being dead!

- [Bernie] I don't care!

I'm not having
sheets in this house!

- Bernie don't open the door!

[gunshots blasting]

- All right, hey, hey you!
[gunshots blasting]

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

- Get inside, Missus,
you'll get hurt!

- Well, if I do,
it'd be your fault!

You'll get us all killed!

Now take yourself over and
go shoot at your own door!

- You'll have the whole hill
burning with helicopters!

- It went through
your fucking bending.

- Significant wee bastard!

- Don't be missing
your due, Missus.

- Get off this backyard,

or I'll shove that
fucking gun up your arse!

- [Officer] Put your
weapon on the ground

and lie face down!

- Oh, fuck this!

[helicopter propellers whipping]

[gentle guitar music]

[birds cawing]
[birds chirping]

- [Annie] Where we going?

This isn't a shortcut, Bridget.

- It is if you know the way.

- A bus would be quicker.
- I can't afford 10 embassy

on the bus.

Now, come on.

- You said.
- It's this way.

[women laughing]

- Mommy, Annie's here.

She's with Bridget and Maureen.

- Well, no wonder she's late.

All right, hurry now.

Come back with a medal.

- [Mary] Are you
not going with her?

- She says I put
her off. [laughs]

- Look, she's a wee beauty.

- No, don't be telling
her that, Mary.

[hand knocking]

- Do you think the
Protestant girls

have more sex than Catholics?

- I think whenever
it comes to sex,

all mothers are Catholics.

[girls laugh]

- Bridget, you
got a light there?

- You're gonna go back to jail.

- Is he?

- We're gonna be late!
- Shut up, Sinead.

- See you later.
- Okay.

- Do you know him?

- Jimmy Kean.

He's a mate of our
Maryann's fiance.

- He's a hateful pig.

- Oh, you fancy him.

- I do not!

He's out there giving
me a dirty look.

- [Maureen] I don't think he
was giving you a dirty look.

- [Annie] No?

- [Maureen] It was more
of a sexy look actually.

- [Bridget] And
what would you know?

- Well, more than you.
- Put that down, Lisheen.

- You only smoke
because you think it

makes you look sexy.
- Oh!

- But what you don't know is

is that you smell like
a dirty, big ash tray.

- Oh, fuck off!

[upbeat fiddle music]

- What age would you say he was?

- Oh, about 22 maybe.

- Jesus, the dirty beast.

She's still only a wee child.

[students applauding]

[girls chattering]

[explosions blasting]

Get down!

[girls groan]

[dog barks]

[soldier groans]

- Holy God.
- Are you all right, son?

- Could you get him, Aidan?

Is he dead?

- No, he's been
shot on his side!

- I'll call for an ambulance!

- Bernie, get a blanket
or a towel or something!

[soldier groans]

Here, just relax.

I'm gonna make you comfortable.

- Here, Aidan, stick
this under his head.

You're bloody lucky the
IRA doesn't come back

and finish you off, so you are.

- What's your name, son?

- Lionel Thurston.

- Right, now I'm
gonna have a look

at the wound, Lionel, right?

See if I can stop the blood.

Oh, yuck.

- [Patsy] Jesus, he's a goner.

- Am I gonna die here?
- No, no, no, no.

It's not as bad
as it looks, son.

- The ambulance is on its way.

I'm sorry I couldn't find a
better towel for you, son.

All my good towels
are in the laundry.

- There, that'll
stop the bleeding.

- Here, Mama.
- All right.

Here!

[ambulance siren honking]

- I only arrived here last week.

- There, you've
had a warm welcome.

They're bound to
send you home soon.

- I hope so.

I'm never coming back here.

- [Patsy] If you hadn't have
come here in the first place,

you wouldn't be lying here
in ours in your own blood.

- Go get something for the neck.

- All right.
- All right, son.

- All right.
- Gonna stretch your leg.

[soldier groans]

- Bring the guns.
- Right, get a good grip.

One, two, three, lift!

[soldier groans]

Here we go.

You're all right.
- Lift!

- [Aidan] You're not
gonna bandage him first?

Are you crazy, Mister?

Just a patch covering?

[engine revs]

[ambulance siren honking]

[Aidan groans]

- What's wrong, Aidan?

- It's just me ulcer flaming up.

- God, it's all the water.

You just need a bit of
peace and quiet, come on.

- [Aidan] Oh, this peace and
quiet, I wonder, when am I due?

[birds chirp]

[truck motor hums]

[objects crash]

[truck motors hum]
[objects crash]

[soldiers shout]

[soulful rock music]

♪ I'm just crazy
about this jelly ♪

♪ I'm so wound up
baking jelly rolls ♪

♪ You're the only man
that bakes some jelly ♪

♪ And keeps it in soul

- Fuck me, Agincourt.

[soulful rock music]

[soldiers shouting]

[tank wheels rumbling]

[radio dispatcher chattering]

[soldiers shouting]

- The Brits have moved in.

- Where were the boys?

- [Thomas] I don't know, they
must have been expecting it.

- Bridget, get dressed!

You don't want to be
caught in your pajamas

in the middle of a raid.

Aidan McPhelimy, would
you put your trousers on!

- What?

- They're ready to come and
get you and you're bare-arsed!

- [Aidan] Going.

- Sinead, will you
get out of that bed.

Come along, now!

[dogs barking]

- [Man] You're hurting me arm.

You're gonna break me arm.

- [Sinead] Why are the soldier's
taking Bradley's daddy?

- Are they arresting him?

- What do you think?

- But he's a quiet, wee man.

He wouldn't be in on anything.

- They pick up the quiet
ones to see if they

can get them to talk
about everybody else.

It's an old technique.

Bernie, where are you going?

- [Bernie] His
daughter's handicapped.

And Doris needs his wages.

I'm gonna tell that soldier!
- I want to come, Mommy!

- Down there, you
two come with me.

- Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Where are you taking him?

He has a handicapped daughter.

- None of your bloody
business, now get back inside.

Go on, hop it.

[radio chattering]

- I could have told you.

- I had to try.

- Do your worst!

The British Army's
always been great

at attacking the defenseless
and the downtrodden!

We've been fighting
yous for 800 years!

We fought yous at Clontarf!
- Shuey.

Go shut her up.
- And at Mullingar!

At the Battle of Kinsale!

- When she gets to
The Famine, call me.

Very good on The Famine.

[woman mutters angrily]

- Lay 'em in the vehicle.
- In you go.

- These fellows are
lifting our geriatrics.

- He must have been on the list.

- But old Gerard O'Hannan
hasn't been active

since the sinking
of the Titanic.

[woman shouting]

- Who's in charge
here, I know my rights!

- We'll beat yous
in the townlands!

And in the streets of Derry!

We'll beats yous in the
vales and in the craggan.

We shall not fail!

- Excuse me, Ma'am.
- Yes, what is it?

- [Soldier] I've got to take
a look inside your house.

- And what right have
you to search my house?

This is Ireland.

A sovereign nation,
not a colony.

- [Soldier] With
due respect, Ma'am.

Ulster is a part of
the United Kingdom.

- Ulster my arse!

I do not recognize the British
jurisdiction in Ireland.

- Nevertheless, we're
gonna search your house,

with or without
your cooperation.

- I'm not stopping yous!

I have nothing to hide!

Wreck the place!

Tear up my
floorboards, tear out--

- Jesus, we'll be next.

Way up, Annie, quick,
and make the beds.

- Why is it always me?
- Go on now!

- Where's her man these days?

- Well, he's gone on the run.

- He wouldn't be in on anything.

The IRA wouldn't have
him, he's a drunk.

- Oh, he's gone on
the run from her.

- They think they
have pacified Ireland.

They think they've
purchased the half of us,

and intimidated the other half!

They think they've
foreseen everything!

But defense, defense.

They've left us our Fenian dead.

And while Ireland
holds those graves,

Ireland unfree shall
never be at peace!

- Holy God, she
got that all right.

- I don't care if
she did or not.

She's letting the whole
street down in front of them.

- Who cares, it's
only the British Army.

- I care, there's such a
thing as dignified resistance.

- Search inside.

- Sure, why not?

- [Officer] Go on, lads.

- [Soldier] In.

In.
- All right.

- [Soldier] In.

- Excuse me, please.

- Will you look at the
dust under your bed?

- All right, lads.

[motor humming]

[radio dispatcher chattering]

- Right, here we go, lads.

Which one are you with?

Aidan McPhelimy.

- That's me.

- What do you want him for?

- Come get over here, please.

- [Officer] Up against
this wall, clear a space.

[Annie mutters]

- What are they gonna
do to you, Aidan?

- I think they're gonna take
my photo actually, Patsy.

- [Soldier] Don't smile, mate.

- Hey, you're in
your own country.

- What are you
gonna do with that?

- It's just for our files.

- You mean he's a suspect?

- [Officer] It's just
routine, all right?

- [Sinead] Daddy.

- Gun, she's got a gun!
- Excuse me.

- [Annie] Sinead!

[guns cocking]

- [Aidan] Put the
gun down, Sinead!

- You forgot your rifle.

- Oops.

Better not forget that.

[explosion blasting]
[people screaming]

[motor humming]

[soldiers shouting]

[motor humming]
[footsteps thudding]

- [Girl] Why is she
laughing, Mommy?

- [Woman] She's not
laughing, she's crying, love.

- Bastards, bastards!

[girl shouts]

- Eileen Curran's shot in the
face with a rubber bullet!

She was up near her window.

- Oh, mother of God.

[radio dispatcher chattering]

- I saw the one who did it.

A skittery big git with sandy
hair and a wee mustache!

Oh, he's not here now.

The bugger disappeared
right after.

- He got away for fear the
people would lynch him!

- Well, I seen the
one who did it,

and I'm not afraid to say it!

- Inside, please, on the double.

- Why, so you can
shoot more of us

like you shot that poor woman?
- Look, get inside!

Or you'll get the
same bloody thing!

Now back to your houses!

- I can't believe he said that.

- Walk slowly, girl, don't run.

[solemn guitar music]

[radio dispatcher chattering]

[door creaks]

- He says his stomach
was hurting him.

- [Bernie] Has anyone
called an ambulance?

[van door bangs]

[man shouts]

[ambulance siren honking]

- [Radio Announcer] And
the Portrush player--

- First she wanted it all
black, but he didn't like it.

Then she wanted a silver streak,

but he thought red
would be better.

When she came back a
fourth time, I refused.

Says I, "Woman, dear,

"leave your hair alone
and change your husband."

[women laugh]

- Mary, can I leave
Brendan with you

till I get back
from the hospital?

- Surely, he can come to
the butcher's with me.

Sit down and get
your breath back.

- I still have my
messages to do.

- [Mary] Bernie, if
you don't take it easy,

you're gonna end up in
the same place as Aidan.

- He'll not hold
down that job now,

and, what, with me
out of work as well?

- Something will turn up.
- See you later!

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, Bernie.

- Sit down, Brendan.

Go on, love, I won't be long.

- [Radio Announcer] The
weather out and about

in the province is warm and
sunny and is set to continue.

- Oh, and I'll have six
lamb loin chops for now.

And keep a leg
over for Saturday.

- I've no loin on his shoulder.

- That'll do rightly.

[cleaver thuds]

[children shouting]
[footsteps thudding]

[explosion blasts]
[children scream]

[men shout]

- [Soldier] Get your
ass over here now!

[men shout]

[footsteps thudding]

- Holy mother of God.

- Is she cold, Mommy?

- No, son, she's dead.

- Do you know who she is?

- Yes, she was my bridesmaid.

[footsteps thudding]
[radio chatter]

- [Soldier] This is 1-1 Bravo.

Contact, wait out.

[somber guitar music]

- I think she's dead, over.

[soldier chattering on radio]

- If you ever get shot,

will you leave me those
dolls in your will?

- No, I want them
buried with me.

[rain slapping]

- What's he doing?

- [Annie] He's
getting very left.

- He's crushing the
French marigolds.

- He's wasting his time.

The boys don't come
out when it's raining.

[somber guitar music]

- Excuse me, do you
know Jim McFarland?

[horn honks]
[tires screech]

[windows shatter]
[boys shout]

[boys shouting]
[glass shattering]

- [Man] Come on in here!

- [Man] Get out of the
road, you big cunt!

[bus crashing]

- [Man] Look, we've
just lost another bus.

- Sorry.
- Huh?

Top of the Falls, where else?

- It's only a scratch,
it isn't necessary.

- There might be glass in it.

- I'm the doctor
here, I should know.

- You're a doctor?

- Yeah.

- If there's anything
I hate, it's a doctor.

- Well, I haven't qualified
yet, I still have exams.

- My daddy's had
an ulcer for years,

and the doctors told him it was
the drink that was doing it.

He's been a teetotaler
all his life.

All them doctors want is
to put you under the knife.

- I also sell ice cream.

- Ice cream?

- Yeah.

- That's much better.

- Your good health.

- Aye, no more doctors.

- No more doctors.

[glasses clink]
[Annie chuckles]

- Ooh.

- Can we get another one?

- It was that stupid Bollocks
McCormack shot Mary McCoy.

- I was told it was the
Army did it, not the IRA.

- They had to say that.

- So what are they
gonna do with him?

- Well, there'd be
an inquiry, you know.

he'll have to be disciplined.

- Disciplined?

I'm sorry, but am
I on my own here

in finding this offensive?

- Calm down, Bernie.

- Don't tell me to calm down.

Some insignificant wee fucker

shot Mary McCoy in
front of my son.

And what makes it worse,

I was relieved it was her
and not my Brendan. [crying]

[ambulance siren honking]

[rock thudding]
[boys shouting]

- How you feeling?

- I'd be okay if the
corner of that cable

would just stay down. [giggles]

There it goes again,
did you see that?

- I can't see anything without
my glasses, to be honest.

Jesus Christ.

[explosion blasting]

You should have told me you'd
never had brandy before.

- [giggles] Brandy, never
had a drink in my life.

- Why didn't they just own up
instead of blaming the Brits?

- Because the
Brits don't own up.

- You'll lose the support
of the people, Tony.

And another thing.

Where were they when
Mrs. Curran was shot?

- They're fighting
a guerilla war.

You don't hardly expect them--

- Stop the car, stop the car!
- What, why?

What?

- I just seen our
Annie with a boy.

- For Christ's sake, Bernie!

I thought the bloody
SAS were behind us.

- Just wait here a minute
and then I'll walk you home.

- Is this where you live?

- No, I'm dropping
off my laundry!

- Doesn't look like a laundry.
- That's what my sister says.

[door creaks]

Anybody in?

[wind chimes ringing]

- You can't guarantee
it won't happen again.

As long as you have
shooting in broad daylight

and children coming home from
school and women shopping.

- I hid in the bushes.

- Go and help Thomas
unpack the groceries.

There's a good girl.

Have you any Valium, Rosaleen?

All we need is to get the
shooting re-timetabled.

- I agree with you.

- Well, can you not
talk to somebody?

- He already has.

- Oh, thanks.

- Look, Bernie, there's
a meeting tomorrow.

It's just for the
women of the estate.

Why don't you go along to that?

- Me?

Rosaleen knows more
about this than I do.

- Aye, but if Rosaleen
says anything,

it'll look as if I'm
getting involved.

- I'll go with you.

- Is cousin Tony
one of the boys?

- Nah, he's just their

political advisor.

She knows.

[door bangs]

- Jesus.

- All I want is a peaceful
life for my children.

I am gonna kill you, wee girl.

Have you completely
lost your mind?

Mary McCoy is lying dead tonight

and Eileen Curran has
lost half her face.

And what is our
bold Annie doing?

Running around chasing boys!

- I have no idea what you're
talking about, Mother.

Don't cheek me, I saw your
testament with my own eyes.

- Easy on, Bernie.

- I left you here to look after
this house and this family.

- They're not my
children, they're yours.

[footsteps thudding]

- So what you gonna do?

- I'm going to the meeting.

[women chattering softly]

[door creaking]

- Are you from the, are
you from the estate?

- [Woman] Do you think the
government's entitled to--

[journalists chattering]

- Are you the Women
for Peace group?

- [Woman] What do
you expect is being--

- Are you the Women
for Peace group?

- No.
- So you don't support peace.

- Yes, yes, we support pace.

But has anybody noticed
the level of army activity

on this estate recently?

- Thanks, love.

[journalists chattering]

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- [Woman] Keep it rolling.

- [Journalist]
Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me, ladies.

Would you like to like
to have a few words?

- They're not from Andy Town.

- They're not from
the same planet.

- [Rosaleen] They look
like unionists to me.

- They look like they're
gonna do all the talking.

- Here, Bernie.

Get on, you up there.

- No, I couldn't, no.

No, I'm sorry.

[women applauding]

[women chattering]

- Thank you.

Thank you.

And on behalf of the South
Belfast Women's Institute,

Women for Peace Group,
bit of a mouthful that,

I would like to
thank you very much

for inviting us here today.

My name is Alison Lockhart.

- What did I tell you?

Protestants.

- Before I open this meeting,

I would like to remind you
that it is only the women

that can stand together
and show the way.

It is only by reaching a deeper,

fuller understanding
of each other's needs

that we can hope to
come together as one
peaceful community.

- Go on, Bernie.

- Erm.

Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Well, the point
of this meeting,

I live on this estate,

is that we can't have
shooting during the daytime.

- [Woman] Here, here.

- [Alison] Would you like to
come up to the platform please

and state your name?

- Go on, Bernie.

Go on.

[women applauding]

- I warn ya, don't
mention the IRA.

[women applauding]

- I'm Bernie McPhelimy.

- [Woman] Speak up!

- Oh sorry.
- We can't hear you.

- Right, I'm Bernie McPhelimy.

I think that we have
to be very practical.

[microphone whirs shrilly]

Sorry.

We have to be very practical.

And I, for a start, I
think the people outside

should be allowed in.

- Mrs. McPhelimy, we
do have an agenda here,

and I do intend to take
one issue at a time.

- Well, there is only one issue.

And that's to get
the shooting stopped.

[women applauding]

- Here here, here here.

- I think we need to take a look

at the broader picture first.

Surely, our first priority
is to find common links

between our two communities.

- [Deirdre] I, erm.

I would just like to support
what Bernie McPhelimy has said.

- Could you identify
yourself, please?

- My name is Deirdre Gorman.

You see, we have a
local problem here,

which may not be the
same as your problem.

[women shouting]
[fists banging]

[women chanting]

- [Women] Give us back our sons!

Give us back our sons!

Give us back our sons!

Give us back our sons!

[women shouting]

Shh, shh, shh!

- Ya fuckin'
backsliding traitors!

One bit of trouble and
yous join the opposition.

- Get yourself together, Patsy.

You're not performing
for the troops now!

- Yous are fuckin' horny
bitches so yous are!

- Here, you, you watch
your dirty mouth!

- Ah, you wash your
fuckin' dirty neck!

[women laugh]

- Back from your forge?

- Ladies, please can we
deal with this calmly

and put our questions
to the chair?

[women shout]

- [Patsy] And shut
your bib for a start!

- Look, I am just
as angry as you are.

Mary McCoy was a friend of mine!

- Yeah, and she wasn't
shot by the army!

- Eileen Curran was blown
up by the fuckin' army!

- I want the army
activity contained

just as much as the IRA!

- The British army don't
live in Anderson's Town.

- No, but we do!
- Yes, we live here!

- Or we're trying to!

- The IRA are just
defending their homes!

They have a right!

Those women don't live here.

Come on, girls!

[women shouting]

[solemn guitar music]

[girls chattering]

- So did he kiss you then?

- No, but he talked to me.

- He doesn't like being kissed.

What?

[boat horn honks]

- That's where they
built the Titanic.

[seagulls cawing]

They painted "No Pope"
here on the side.

- Lucky Pope.

[men laughing]

- Seriously.

- Would you like another one?

- No.
- Yeah.

- She's not used to it.
- I've only had two glasses.

- [Bernie On TV] It's
not a very good example

for the young ones, is it?

How do you think
the IRA would react?

- [Journalist] Is this
a move to get the IRA

out of Anderson's Town?

[women shouting]

- Not exactly.
- She's a traitor.

[women shouting]

- [Man] Boys.

Boys, look at your
women on the television.

She's in bad form.

- And when there
are children around.

And civilians.

And after all...

[women shouting]

You can't speak out
on your own estate.

- [Man] You can't have
peace at the expense

of freedom and justice.

- I have a right to bring
up my children in peace!

- She has the same name as you.

- She's my Ma.

[boys laugh]

- She was mad.

[boys laugh]

Slainte!

- Slainte!

- Slainte.
- Cheers.

[somber guitar music]

[door rattles]

- Bernie.

Did I see your face, Bernie?

Were you not just on the six
o'clock news attacking the IRA?

- Ah, those journalists
twist everything.

- Look, you only had to say no.

You said, "not exactly."

- I know but I didn't
just mean it was the IRA

was the problem.

I blamed the army too.
- No, you didn't.

You didn't say anything
about the army.

- No, but I was edited.

- Jesus, Bernie, I hope
this is only a bad dream.

[phone receiver rattles]

Jesus.

[dog barks]

- There was a head
over the fridge.

And it just turned round
at the last minute.

- Ma was on TV.

- I know.

- She's gone to another meeting.

- Ah, Christ,
Thomas, are you mad?

Why'd you let her out?
- What do you want me to do?

Board up the door?

- Forget it, that woman's
always screwing up my life.

- Here, she comes.

- What's going on, Mother?

- There's been a coup.

- A coup?

- We formed a peace group.

[toast crunches]

We're just going on
TV to make it clear

we're a group of
concerned residents

trying to make the streets
safer for our children.

- That's not what it looks like.

It looks anti-IRA
instead of pro-peace.

- [Brendan] Did you see what
Mrs. French called yous?

- [laughs] Nobody takes
any notice of her.

[girls chattering]

- I don't think I
can handle this.

I don't mean
handle, I mean cope.

- You mean handle.

- My shoes are missing.

Oh, Christ, I
didn't sleep a wink.

- He kissed me.

He really kissed me.

- You can say that
after what's happened?

- Why, what's happened?

- Your mother has no right

to bring middle class
Protestants into Andy Town.

- But she didn't.

- She let the Catholics
down in front of everybody.

- Who wrote this?

- I did.
- I helped her.

- If you say that, you'll
not get into trouble.

- Now, Mrs. McPhelimy, you
were critical of the IRA.

- No, I said, we need
the IRA to defend us.

And we need them to
maintain law and order

in Anderson's Town because
we can't rely on the RUC.

- So now you're being
critical of the police.

What is it that you want?

- No, I'm saying since the
formation of the provisionals,

the crime level on the
estate has dropped.

- The Provisional
IRA shot Mrs. McCoy.

- Yes, the IRA shot Mrs. McCoy,

and I condemn them for that,
but what I want is to try

to get them to
reschedule the shooting.

- So you don't mind
if they shoot people.

It's just a question
of the time of day?

- Don't put words into my mouth.

- It's okay, we
can cut that out.

It's all right.

What is your immediate plan
of action, Mrs. Gorman?

- [clears throat] Well, we
intend to seek a meeting

with the IRA in Anderson's Town

to ask for their cooperation.

- [Journalist] Do you think
you'll succeed in that?

- [Deirdre] Well, if they value
the support of the people.

- Do you speak for the people

of Anderson's Town,
Mrs. McPhelimy?

- Very definitely.

[boys shouting]

[sticks clashing]

[boys shouting]

[stick thudding]
[Brendan groaning]

- [Boy] Tell your Ma to
keep her fuckin' mouth shut.

[whistle blows]

- Annie, you're late.
- I know, sorry about that.

- [Teacher] Oh, Romeo, Romeo.

Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Misunderstood because
Shakespeare did not mean where.

Girls, girls.

He meant why?

Because Romeo was a Montague
and Juliet was a Capulet.

And those two families just...

[girls singing]

[loud choral music]

[funereal piano music]

[girls laughing]

[footsteps thudding]

- [Bernie] It all started
with that wee meeting

at the school.

- [Aidan] So why didn't
you pull out when you saw

what was happening?

- I meant to.

I was just trying to correct
the first wrong impression

on TV, but I was blaming
the IRA for everything.

- Bernie, you went on TV again,

claiming that you
represent the people

of Anderson's Town
against the IRA.

Now that is a big mistake.

You're not elected,
and you're not the IRA.

You can't win this.

- I don't want to win.

I just want a decent
life for my kids.

- For your kids,
holy Jesus, Bernie.

I was afraid to
mention the kids.

I thought you'd forgotten them.

- If you're gonna shout
at me, I'm going home.

The Bishop of Down and
Connor is right behind us.

- Ah, fuck the bishop.

You tell the bishop from
me that I'd prefer he was

standing in front of yous
considering where we live.

- [Nurse] Blood
pressure, Mr. McPhelimy.

- They better get Tony to
put up some bulletproof grass

inside the front door.

[shoes clacking]

[birds chirping]

[shoes clacking]

- So you got away
from the dragon?

- Thanks for ringing.

- Got her on the
phone the first time.

So I pretended I was
selling double glazing.

Trouble was, she
was very interested.

[Annie laughs]

What is it?

- We used to come
here every Sunday

on our way to the Botanics.

My mother used to stand
me on this wall and say,

"That's Queens
University, Annie.

"That's where you're
going when you grow up."

- So was that her
ambition or yours?

Come on.

- Where we going?
- Come on.

[birds chirp]

I was about 16.

July, and it was really hot,

and I was selling ice
cream in Portrush,

when Paisley turns up to
address this big meeting.

I'd never heard him talk before,

so I stayed behind to listen.

He is a powerful orator,

and he starts going
on about Romanism

and the evils of Rome rule.

Vianni's Italian
Ice Cream is written

all over the side of the van.

Then it occurred
to me that sooner

or later they were gonna
make the connection

between Italy and Rome.

No use pretending
it was Mr. Whippie.

- So what'd you do?

- That's when I
turned on the chimes.

The crowd parted
like the Red Sea.

Nobody could hear a word.

- Stop looking at me like that.

- I wish I could go to a
room with you and lie down.

- I have to go soon.

[clock ticking]

[helicopter propellers whipping]

[footsteps thudding]

[distant bottle rattling]

[clock ticking loudly]

[footsteps pattering]
[floor creaking]

[glass shatters]

- Fuck!

Kristallnacht!
- That was our front window.

- Nobody move.

[footsteps thudding]

[dog barking]

[doorknob clicks]

[door creaking]
[dog barking]

- I came here to make it
clear that I will not be

intimidated into
silence by my neighbors.

- But you had your
windows broken.

- Yes, I did, but I didn't come
here to complain about that.

I came here to issue a challenge
to the IRA to talk to me.

- [Host] But what would you
say to the IRA if you met them?

- Well, I'd say I was
bringing up four children

in what looks like the front
lines of a battle zone.

We're hostages, so we are.

And we're used as hostages.

It's a very cowardly
way to run a campaign,

using young families as
cover, and it's got to stop.

- [Host] Do you
believe you'll succeed

in getting them to talk to you?

- I'd like to see if
they possess the courage

it takes to make peace.

I'm throwing down a
gauntlet here today.

We're the people you're so
fond of saying you represent.

We're the people you
say you exist to defend.

So what have you got to
lose in talking to me?

You know where to
find me, talk to me.

Talk to me.

[gunshots blasting on TV]

- Go easy on the Valium.

You need to keep
your wits about you.

- I wish you'd stay
in the hospital.

God, would you turn
that bloody TV off?

Is it any wonder
I'm on the hydro?

- Well, you're off
to talk to the IRA,

and you're giving out about
them watching a cowboy film.

Jesus, that's smart.

- It's a question of
setting an example!

I'm trying to take the
gun outta politics here.

- Yeah, you wanna set a
better example, don't go.

[hand knocks]

[American Indian hooting on TV]

- Oh no, that'll be Nora.

She always raps on the window.

Thomas, go on, let her in.

[American Indians shouting]

- I'm not staying.
- Oh, what is it?

- It's from our Dezzie.

He made it in the Cash.

It's for you.

- Oh.

I didn't know our
Dezzie was so talented.

- No.

Neither did he.

He's off the drink
and learning Irish.

It's the best thing that
ever happened to him.

Oh, I won't be in
too big a hurry

to get those boys outta jail.

- Oh!

- Hi, Aidan.

Glad to see you looking so well.

It'll enhance your bag.

It's from me.

It's just to help you out.

- Oh, no, you shouldn't.

[phone rings]

- Is that the phone?

- [Family] No.

- Will you have a
cup a tea, Nora?

There's Annie to make it for ya.

Look, I'm on my way.

[lips smacking]
Come on.

Will anybody wish me luck?

- Ask him who orchestrated
the brick through your window?

- Who orchestrated the brick?

- [Aidan] Aye.

[gunshots blasting on TV]

[car door bangs]

- He opened the door for her.

- She'll like that.

- Where are you off to?

- I have an opera rehearsal.

[motor humming]

- Are you not
gonna blindfold us?

- I don't think
that'll be necessary.

- Are you from Cork?

- You'd be wise not to
ask questions, Missus,

under the circumstances.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I
wasn't being nosy.

It's just that I went to
Cork on the honeymoon.

[men laugh]

- I'd rather they
blindfolded us, you know?

- [Man] Do you want
them out, boss?

- [Officer] Only a
minute, let me check 'em.

Let me check 'em.
- Stay clam.

- [Officer] Right
then, clear them, go.

- [Officer] Right,
drive on, please.

[gentle guitar music]

♪ I know that we're gonna
be together, you and me ♪

♪ For more than a rhyme or two

♪ Your time belongs to me

♪ Rowing back down my river

♪ Chasing my tail to the sea

♪ Rowing back down my river

♪ Trying my best to be me

♪ Watching your crazy ways
and all the lazy days ♪

♪ Digging you more and more
the more I see your face ♪

[birds chirping]
[clock ticking]

- Lovely room.

- Lovely.

- Like them curtains.

- What's happened to your man?

- Damask.

I think we're the
only ones here.

- Bernie, would you keep
away from those windows?

You're making me nervous.

- [Bernie] Why?

- The curtains are pulled back.

- What are you saying?

- A machine gun attack
through that window

would be a very
easy way of getting

rid of two true
troublesome females.

- That would start a war.

That wouldn't be the change.

Our Lady of Perpetual Suffering.

- Mercy on us.

- Hail Mary, full of Grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed are the
fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

- Holy Mary, Mother of
God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour
of our death, amen.

- Hail Mary, full of Grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women.

Blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

- There's been a change of plan.

[tires rumbling]

- [Bernie] Will we be
getting home tonight?

- We're nearly there.

Come on out.

[door bangs]

This way.

Come on.

[somber guitar music]

Come on.

[footsteps thudding]

Come on, come on.

[shoes clacking]

[door creaks]

[man clears throat]

- Oh, will you look at that.

Well, we're not
very far from home.

- How do you know that?

- [Bernie] Well, different
room, same curtains.

- If that's an example of
your security, it's laughable.

[man clears throat]

- Hello, Bernie.

- Oh, Connor. [laughs]

- You two know each other?

- The waves of Tory.

- The walls of Limerick.

- We were Irish
dancing partners.

- Champions. [laughs]

[man laughs]

- Well. [clears throat]

We're a bit short of time,

and there's quite a
lot to get through.

I thought I might just kick off.

- It's the brick that
came through my window.

Now I want to know, did
you conduct it or what?

- Did we what?

- Did you orchestrate it?

- Why, did someone
suggest that we did?

- We criticized you, and
Bernie's windows got broken.

The suspicion is there
without anyone suggesting it.

It's a simple yes or no.

- Those people were not acting

on the authority of the
Republican movement.

Now, we have already
given a warning there.

But if you are not satisfied.

- No, no, I am.

I'm satisfied.

- The army are getting very fly.

They've stopped
the night patrols.

And now they're saturating
the place during the day.

Now, obviously we
can't let them do that.

- This is a housing estate,
Connor, not a battlefield.

- Do you have a
strategy yourself?

- Well, no.

[match hisses]

- Well,

it might be an idea.

If your group were to
go to Mr Whittington

and explain our position,

we would certainly be
prepared to do something

about the shooting in the area.

- [Bernie] What could go wrong?

- Well, the only reason
the British government

would talk to you is
because the IRA sent you.

You have no authority
of your own.

- Well, I give myself the
authority as a mother.

- Okay, okay.

That went fast.

Be careful what you agree to.

Somebody always
shoots the messenger.

- [sighs] Why are you so
negative all the time?

You didn't use to be.

- Do you wanna come to bed?

You never seem to
want to come to bed.

- You're always so ill.

[door bangs]

[soft rock music]

♪ And to stumble
across the road ♪

- That's the door I
have to go through.

- I know, that's why
I'm standing here.

♪ Don't let the sun
blast your shadow ♪

♪ Don't let the milk flow
right out your mind ♪

♪ You're so natural,
religiously unkind ♪

♪ Oh no, love,
you're not alone ♪

♪ You're watching yourself,
but you're too unfair ♪

♪ You've got your
head all tangled up ♪

♪ But of course it
only makes you care ♪

[lips smacking]

♪ Oh no, love, you're
not alone, no matter ♪

[hand knocking]

[hand banging]

- Who is it?

- [Man] Aoife
forgot her handbag.

- Come back tomorrow.

- [Man] No, her keys
are in her handbag.

- For fuck's sake!

[men shout]

[man whistles]

- I didn't realize
it was so late.

- Listen.

This place will be empty
on Friday afternoon.

I'll give you a key.

Take the afternoon off school.

[motor humming]

- Wish we'd let Father
Clancy drive us.

- So do I.

You're still in third.

- Why don't you drive?

- I'm better at navigating.

- Oh, Stormont not
on that map, Deirdre?

- We're here.

[car rattles]

[letter rustles]

- Yes, ladies?

- We've come to see

George Washington.

- Whittington.

- Whittington, George
Whittington, sorry.

- Right, away you go.

[motor humming]

[mellow guitar music]

♪ Mr. General Baker, can
I please be your slave ♪

♪ Went Gabriel blows his horn

♪ I'm gonna rise from
my grave for ya ♪

♪ Sweet jelly roll

♪ Bake the best
jelly roll in town ♪

♪ You're the only
man baking jelly ♪

♪ And you're keeping
your hammer down ♪

♪ they say can I place an
order for three weeks ahead ♪

♪ I'd rather have your jelly
than my home baked bread ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm just crazy
about your jelly ♪

♪ I'm so wild about
your jelly rolls ♪

♪ You're the only man
bakes some jelly ♪

♪ And it keeps it in your soul

[shoes clacking]

- Hello.

I've been looking forward to
meeting you both so very much.

Mrs. McPhelimy.

How do you do?

And you must be Mrs.
Gorman, how do you do?

Welcome.

- Would you like a drink?

- Well, actually, Deirdre
and I are pioneers.

- I'm sure you are.

- I think she means
they're teetotal.

- Ah, well, tea, perhaps.

- Well, that'd be lovely.
- Great.

- [laughs] Good.

- But the soldiers treat
every man, woman and child

in Anderson's Town as if
they're all in the IRA.

- The point is that the IRA

are willing to
cooperate if you are.

- Have you spoken to the IRA?

- Yes, and they have conditions.

- Did they ask you to inform
us of these conditions?

- Yep.

Yes, they did, and I
have them here somewhere.

[zipper clatters]

- Well, I think I
remember them and--

- No, no, no.

- Oh no, wait,
no, I have it now.

That's it.

Right.

Right, number one.

"A public declaration that
the people of the 32 counties

"should decide the
future of the country.

"Two, withdrawal of all
British troops from Irish soil.

"Three, pending full withdrawal,

"all troops to be
withdrawn immediately

"from sensitive areas.

"Four, immediate disbandment

"of the Royal
Ulster Constabulary.

"Five, an end to harassment
of Catholics in rural areas

"and the restoration
of Catholic..."

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

- Hello?

- [Woman] Hello?

- Hello?

- [Woman] Is Owen there?

- Sorry?
- Can I speak to Owen please?

- Who's Owen?

- [Woman] Sorry, I must
have got the wrong number.

- [sighs] I had hoped we were
gonna hear something new.

- Whose fault is that?

We're not politicians.

- But you're not just a
spokesman for the IRA, are you?

- No, we just want peace.

- Oh no, there was
one more thing.

They're going to
call a ceasefire.

- The IRA are going
to call a ceasefire?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- If you meet with
our conditions.

- They don't mean it.
- Do they not?

- Do you have any
ideas of your own

as to how we can move forward?

- Well, we could start
by stopping the raids

on innocent homes.

- How do you know
they're innocent?

- Sean Morris lives opposite me.

He was lifted.

Now, he's not
involved in anything.

- Yes, but how do you know that?

- He's a quiet, wee man.

He has a handicapped daughter.

He has no time for politics.

- You are talking about a
very small group of people

who are gunmen.

The vast majority of
people are not involved.

- And if you keep raiding
the homes of innocent people,

you'll drive the
youth into the IRA.

- I'm sure we could
look into the case.

Perhaps you'd let
Jeremy have the details?

- All right, certainly.

- And any others that
you might know of.

[lock clatters]

- Can I clean this room now?

- Yes.

[soft guitar music]

♪ You've been taking your time

♪ And you've been
living on solid air ♪

♪ You've been walking the line

♪ And you've been
living on solid air ♪

♪ Don't know what's
going on inside ♪

♪ Nothing telling you
they're going to hide ♪

♪ When you're living
on solid air ♪

[boys shouting]

♪ You been binging
and bleeding ♪

♪ You've been looking
through solid air ♪

♪ You've been seeing
and dreaming ♪

♪ You've been looking
through solid air ♪

♪ Don't know what's
going on in your mind ♪

♪ Nothing telling
what you'll find ♪

♪ When you're moving
through solid air ♪

- Where were you?

- I was following the signs.

- What signs?

- Give way.

No entry.

Stop.

[Aidan sighs]

- Why don't you go
up and get changed

before you catch your death?

[steps creaking]

- [Aide] Those were the days.

More tea?
- Oh, yes please.

- Two for the price of one.

- My real interest is in you

and what the peace campaign
will do to influence the IRA.

- Well, we thought of going
to the people on the estate.

- We were thinking
of a petition.

- A petition?

- Yeah.

- A petition, yes,
that's a good idea.

A petition.

That might be just the sort
of thing one would need.

What do you think, sir?

- I think that'd be
absolutely splendid.

Absolutely splendid.

[door bangs]

- My husband wouldn't let me.

[door bangs]

[doors slam]

- Yeah, of course,
I'll sign, Bernie.

But there's no way I'm
going around the doors

collecting signatures.

- Well, that's all right, Sadie.

We're collecting at the
doors of the church as well.

So I was wondering if you'd
like to come down and--

- No, sorry, I couldn't.

- Okay.

Thanks.

[doors slamming]

- Don't ask me.

Our Roy works for Protestants.

- [Bernie] What's
that gotta do with it?

- Well, I don't
wanna get involved.

- [Bernie] You don't get peace

if you don't get involved, May.

- I'll sign as long as
I can remain anonymous.

[doors slamming]

- [Deirdre] We're not getting
anywhere, should we give up?

- [Bernie] No, Mary McCoy
didn't have the choice.

[shoes clacking]

[dog barking]

[Bernie gasps softly]

- You know what I'm
going to do to you?

I'm going to put a
bullet in your head,

and then I'm gonna string
your body up on that lamppost

outside your house for your
kids to find in the morning.

You'll not drink any more
cups of tea with Jeremy.

You'll not make any more
phone calls to George.

You're a dead bitch.

[gun clicks]

[footsteps thudding]
[dogs barking]

- [Bernie] I don't know if
I'll make it home tonight.

You may be the last person
to see me or speak to me.

- Bernie, tell me
what's happened.

- Someone has just
threatened to shoot me

and hang me up outside the
house for the kids to find.

- This is too serious.

Let's get out of here.

We'll go next door to
my house and ring Aidan.

- No, Aidan mustn't know.

You're not to tell anyone
what I've told you.

I'm in confession.

But if I'm shot, I want
you to promise you'll

preach a sermon saying I'm a
peacemaker not an informer.

- I promise.

- And you should not let
the kids see me like that.

You'll cut me down
after I'm dead.

You'll cut my body down.

- I will.

[shoes clacking]

[footsteps thudding]

[Bernie gasping]

[boys shouting]

[solemn guitar music]

- Mary, I need a small miracle.

I'd like to thank Brother Damien

for allowing me to speak
to you on this prize day.

I'm speaking to you as a parent.

I have two children
at this school.

I'm very proud of my children

and not very proud of myself.

And I know from
looking at the prizes

[clears throat] spread
out in front of me,

that you must be very
proud of your children.

But you ought to be
ashamed of yourselves

because we failed
this generation.

Every time a soldier
is shot, we keep quiet.

Every time a civilian is shot,

we condemn the security forces.

We're so predictable.

I'd like to see a real change.

I'd like to see us
have the humanity

to condemn the
shooting of a soldier.

I'd like to see the
army show real regret

over the shooting of civilians.

You have a chance to
make the first move.

On your way out of here today,

you can either stop and
sign the peace petition

or pass by and fail
another generation.

Thank you.

[shoes clacking]

[door creaking]

[priest coughs]

[pencil scratches]

[people chattering]

[boys shouting]

♪ I'm going away to leave ya

♪ I'm gonna leave
you in disgrace ♪

♪ Nothing in my favor,
not the wind in my face ♪

♪ I'm going home

♪ Hey, hey, hey, over the hill

♪ Over the hill

♪ Hey, hey, hey, over the hill

- Well, see, we've collected
over 25,000 signatures

in the last 10 days.

- [Journalist] That is a
phenomenal turnout, isn't it?

But I understand you
did have some hostility

at the beginning.

- Oh, well, say yes, that's
grist for the mill, isn't it?

But the more
hostility I encounter,

the more determined I become.

- But you have actually
changed people's attitudes.

- I have tremendous
energy, and I'm a fighter.

And I do know one thing.

You can't have peace
without a fight.

Yes, fame is very strange.

I mean, absolute strangers
think they know you.

But my feet are
firmly on the ground.

But not a lot of people
could handle that.

I think there comes
a time for everybody

when they come into their own,

and I think this
is just my time.

- Oh, so do you have
some political ambitions?

- [laughs] Why no,
not at all, say no.

No, I'm too old anyway.

- You don't seem very old.

- No, well, I don't
smoke or drink.

And I don't need a lot of sleep.

- Well, the indomitable
Mrs. McPhelimy.

Good, that's it.
- Thank you.

[door creaks]

- They're here.

- Can we get this thing sorted?

- Aye.

[man clears throat]

Well, we are a bit worried
about this petition.

- Daddy.

Mary French is getting ready
to throw stones at the army.

And there's a Saracen coming.

- Oh, here we go again.

- You're taking a bit of a
risk hanging around here.

- You should get
out while your can.

[boys shouting]
[rocks thudding]

[footsteps thudding]

- Who that?

- That'd be Owen.

- Who's Owen?

[soldiers shouting]

- You need to go now, sir.

Army's all over the place.

We'll be lucky to
get out at all.

- [Thomas] Daddy!

- Oh holy God, Aidan, no.

- Aidan.

- He's shot.
- No, no, it's his ulcer.

- Thomas, call for an ambulance.

[gunshot blasting]

I don't think there's anything
significant in this area.

It's where they usually start.

Here, let's get him sat up.
- You take the other arm.

[Aidan groans loudly]

- [IRA Man] Jesus, Aidan.

- For God's sake,
somebody help him.

Do something.

- Can we have a bit of
help here, Owen, please?

- Here.

Keep his airway clear.

- Owen's a medical student.

He's in safe hands.

- Holy Mother of God,

don't you go tripping
out on me know, girl.

Get ahold of yourself, Annie.

- The ambulance is on its way.

- But they won't get through!

All the roads are blocked.

They are two burned out buses
at the Christian Brothers.

What do we do?

- We'll take you to the hospital
ourselves, Mrs. McPhelimy.

If the ambulance is not
here in a couple of minutes.

- No, Tony.

Get over the back fence
into Dezzie Martin's garden.

Go through the house,
Dezzie will help you.

Go on, Kieran!

- He's right, it's
time you were gone.

- Well, maybe we should
move him up onto the sofa.

- He'll be all
right where he is!

[hand knocking]

- Fuck!

It's the army.
- Ah, shit.

- It's the ambulance man.

- Thomas, you get the door.

Kieran, we're leaving here now.

Come on.

Come on, Kieran, come on!

[door creaks]

139 Muckross again?

God, Missus, we'll be putting
an accident black spot

on your front door.

[men shouting]

Take him to the hospital quick.

- Aye.
- Get the stretcher.

[men chattering]

[door bangs]

[people chattering]

[solemn guitar music]

- From the moment your
mother got involved

with the peace women,

intelligence services
had your whole family

under surveillance.

That day you went to the
flat, they were watching.

Say something.

Aye, bye.

[helicopter humming]

[solemn guitar music]

[door creaks]

[door bangs]

- Why aren't you in bed?

- Because I wanted you
to know that you have

ruined our lives through
your overweening vanity.

And I hate you.

- Have you taken something?

- Yeah.

I've swallowed the rest of
the Valium in your bottle.

- Oh God.

- And I also want
you to know that I'm

counting the days
until I can leave you.

- Come on, out, walk.

Right and walk, now.

- You don't want peace, Mother.

You just want the publicity.

- You're a stupid, stupid girl.

- Do you have any idea what
your attention-seeking behavior

has meant to the rest of us?

- How many did you
take, six or 10?

- You've destroyed us!

You've killed your own family.

You're the stupid one!

- My God, how dare you
make me responsible?

- You are responsible, you cow!

Do you know that
Sinead cries herself

to sleep every night
because of you?

Do you know the Brother
Damien lets Brendan and Thomas

leave school 20 minutes
before the bell,

just so that they make it to
the front gate in one piece?

And me, Mother, I'll
never forgive you

for what you did to me.

- No more!

[Annie retches]

[liquid splashes]

- There is no more, Mother.

[shoes clacking]

[radio buzzes]

- [Soldier] Roger,
we're moving now, out.

- Nice night.

[somber guitar music]

In.

Get the radio in.
- Okay, sir.

[somber guitar music]

[motor humming]

[stack thuds]

[car doors bang]

- Hi.

Tony, I'll take that, thanks.

It was nice of Tony
to drive you home.

- I asked him to.

[motor humming]

- [Bernie] Mr. Morris is out.

- Well, no doubt they
rushed over to thank you.

[church bells chiming]

[door bangs]

- Aidan, why are you
so angry with me?

- I'm not angry with you, love.

I'm angry for you.

I think you've been
given the run around.

- Oh no, I like Whittington.

I think he's genuine.

- I wasn't just talking
about Whittington.

[footsteps thudding]

[clock ticking]

[helicopter propellers whipping]

[dog barking]

- Hardly love, what's wrong?

[people shouting]
[dogs barking]

Take yourselves out!

- Don't come in here!

[people shouting]

- Bridget?

- Out, out, out!

- Honey, go around to tell
Tony what's happening.

- I'm not leaving yous.

- Go on, we're depending on you!

[people shouting]

- You forged those signatures!

- That's nonsense
and you know it!

- I don't know anybody else
that signed it, do you?

- No!

- I only know one who done
sign it, but God love her.

She's not all there!

[people laughing]

Bernie, who do
you think you are?

- Who gave you the
right to speak for us?

[women shouting]

[Bernie shouts]

[people shouting]

[somber guitar music]

[footsteps thudding]

- Dino!

Dino!

Dino, help us.

[fist banging]

[stone rattling]

[dog barking]

I need help.

- [Dino] Who is it?

- [Annie] Why is peace
such a dirty word?

- We think the Brits are
unleashing the petition,

and whoever hasn't signed it

is suspected of
supporting the IRA.

- [Annie] I don't believe you.

- [Owen] It doesn't
matter what you believe.

- [Annie] No,
they're in the house.

[people shouting]

- Let her go!

Let her go!

[people shouting]

- Dad!

[weapon thuds]
[Annie gasps]

[body thuds]

[dog barking]

- What have you done?

What have you done to my son?

Oh, holy God.

- You fucking bastard and moron!

I damn every one
of yous to hell!

I swear to God,
yous already dead!

Yous holding my brother's head!

I see you, you fucking
evil-eyed whore!

I curse you and your whole
fucking family to the devil!

[tires screeching]

- Jesus, Bernie.

- [Tony] Go on home
to your own homes!

- Jesus.

- And don't try anything
like this again!

Go on!

[dog barking]

[Annie cries]

- [Annie] We need a doctor.

- I thought you were
supposed to be a doctor.

- Not him, you
need a real doctor.

- What happened?

- We need to get him
to a hospital now.

You fit to drive?

- Um, yeah.

Yes.

- Take my car.

- Mary, Mother of God,
Mary, Mother of God.

Mary, Mother of God,
Mary, Mother of God.

Oh, Mary, Mother of God,
Mary, Mother of God.

If anything happens to this
boy, I will lose my mind.

- I'll never forgive them.

- Don't say that.

You say that, he
won't get better.

- You can forgive them, I won't.

- If you don't forgive
them, you can't forgive me.

- I do, I do.

- The one thing I
have to be proud of,

my children aren't full of hate.

I want you to promise me
you'll forgive them now.

Promise.

- I do.

I do forgive them.

I do.

- Forgive me.

- I do.

[Bernie cries]

[footsteps thudding]

- Ms. McPhelimy, do
you want a sedative?

- I want to draw
the screens around.

- [Nurse] I can't
let you do that.

- Does everybody have
to see us like this?

- I wouldn't be able to see
the other children's beds.

[footsteps thudding]

[Bernie sighs]

[girls chattering]

[footsteps thudding]

[girls chattering]

- It's only an exam.

- For which you've
worked very hard.

- She's in no fit state.

Can she not take
it another time?

- They'll make her
wait till next year.

- I think she should go, Bernie.

- I don't mind what she does.

- Is that true?

- Oh, for Christ sake.

Why is everybody
making me responsible

for everything that happens?

Do the exam because you
want to do it or don't.

It's nothing to do with me.

[footsteps thudding]

[door creaks]

[shoes clacking]

[shoes clacking]

- I haven't got a pen.

Can anyone lend me a pen?

[shoes clacking]

[shoes clacking]

- My words, what
a triumph for you.

- Oh, aye, it is.

We rung those signatures
outta the people

of Anderson's Town,
Mr. Whittington.

- Have you ever
considered a career

in politics, Mrs. McPhelimy?

- I won't even have a
life, Mr. Whittington,

unless you keep your
part of the bargain.

- Oh, please call me George.

- The raids are
still continuing.

- Yes, I promise
you, Mrs. McPhelimy.

We are dealing with that.

- You will appreciate that
it takes a little time

for our information
to filter through

to forces on the ground.

- What are you talking about?

What information?

I want the raids
stopped for everybody,

not just the people who
signed the petition!

[shoes clacking]
[Deirdre whispering]

- We wish to thank the
people of Anderson's Town

for having the courage to
stand up and be counted

among the peacemakers.

I am delighted to be able
to hand this over to the,

sorry, the Paramilitary
Secretary of State

for Northern Ireland, as
an expression of the desire

of the Catholic people of
West Belfast for peace.

- Mr. Whittington!
- Mrs. Gorman!

[journalists shouting]

- Does this petition mean...

Does this petition mean
that the majority of people

in Anderson's Town do
not support the IRA?

- No comment.

- [Journalist] But
Mrs. McPhelimy,

if the majority want peace,
they don't want the IRA.

Isn't that so?

- Are you remedial or just deaf?

I said no comment.

- I think that's enough for now.

The Secretary of State will
be making a statement shortly.

Thank you, gentlemen.

[journalists shouting]

- We're doing your job
for you, Mr. Whittington.

- You've done very well.

Very well, indeed.

[camera lenses clicking]

[soft guitar strumming]

[soft guitar music]

- Tony got lifted by
the army last night,

and your daddy
thinks it's my fault.

- You have to do what
you thinks right.

- Even his sisters in
Australia know about it.

Wrote 'em a letter, but
he won't show it to me.

- Look, who gives a
shite what they think.

- It's all right for them,
sitting in Melbourne.

Giving money to the provost

to keep the home fires burning
while they live in peace.

Oh!

Mary, dear.

Mary, dear.

I should have gone with her.

You know, to the St. Patrick's
Day Parade in New York.

- [Annie] What are
you talking about?

- Mary McCoy, every
year she went,

and every year she
asked me to go with her.

- I don't think you'd be
very welcome there, Mother.

- [laughs] No.

Not exactly good luck
for people, am I?

Tony said that young fella
that helped us that night

got lifted as well.

The medical student,
what was his name?

- Don't remember his name.

- Owen.

That was it.

Owen, right?

[floor creaks]

[somber guitar music]

[men chattering softly]

- What's it like out?

- It's raining.

- Is it?

Love this amount of rain.

- What's your real name?

- Dino.

- Was that a cover?

- You mustn't do that.

Mix things together
that don't go.

- I mustn't do that.

- You've gotta learn
to separate things out.

You were my girlfriend.

You were my real girlfriend.

- I was in love with you.

- What?

Do you think I shouldn't
have gotten involved with you

because I got
involved with them?

- You should have told me.

- Like you told me about Bernie?

Bernie is a very big person.

She'll be all right, you know?

So will you.

- Do you want me to wait?

- No.

Don't wait.

Nobody should ever
wait for anybody.

Get out there, McPhelimy.

- I have to go.

- Indeed, you do.

[chair legs scrape]

It's been nice talking to you.

- That story.

The one about the chimes.

- [Dino] The ice cream car.

- Was that true?

- Yes.

- Good.

See ya.

[shoes clacking]

- See ya.

[birds chirp]

[shoes clacking]

- Did you ever hear the likes
of that new girl's tongue?

She'll not get far
in a university using
language like that!

- Here, do you want me
to like break in like

whenever they go?

- What?

- Just to see if they've
left us anything useful.

- And get yourself kneecapped!

You fucking stupid
bastard moron, you!

Wait till it gets dark first.

- [Annie] Where we're
moving to, is it safe?

- Safe, what's safe?

Sure no one can hurt
you like your own.

I resigned from the peace
movement this morning.

- Well, you started it, let
somebody else take it up now.

- I wasn't wrong, Annie.

Because I was naive,
doesn't mean I was wrong.

- No, you weren't wrong.

- No, I'm talking
about the petition.

I wasn't wrong to
collect those signatures.

I'd do it again.

Even if I fail again.

- You didn't fail us, Mother.

We just didn't
have your strength.

- Look at my boys.

I've hurt my boys, and I
never meant to. [cries]

- Would you make me
a dress like this?

Why is Mommy crying?

- She's worried about the boys.

- Yeah, I know.

Can we go now?

- Yeah.

Mommy, look.

[gentle guitar music]

- Oh.

God bless you, Mrs. Morris.

[gentle guitar music]

[door bangs]

- I'll just go
back in and check.

- Don't go back in.

- Yeah, you're right.

- What do you think you forgot?

- Make's no
difference now anyway.

I remembered you,
didn't I? [chuckles]

Oh, here's Nora.

- I hope she hasn't brought
us anything from the cash.

I've no more room.

- I'm sorry. I'm late.

- Oh, that's all right.

Now, how's Dezzie?

- I didn't see him.

- You didn't see him?

- He's gone on the run.

- What, he's escaped?

- No, no, he's gone on
the run in the prison.

[Aidan laughs]

- Right, come on, let's get in.

- Hey, kids!

- Hey, Auntie.
- Hey, Aunt Nora!

[truck door bangs]

- [Aidan] How in the
name of God do you go

on the run in prison?

- [Nora] He sleeps out in
different cells each night.

They just haven't
been able to find him.

- [Bernie] Oh, isn't
that our Dezzie all over?

[children shouting]

[explosion blasting]

[children shouting]
[motor humming]

♪ May I

♪ Never lay your head down
without a hand to hold ♪

♪ May I never make your
bed out in the cold ♪

♪ Look just like a fat
and crazy brother man ♪

♪ You know that
I love you true ♪

♪ You're holding on, bleeding,
you stabbed me in my back ♪

♪ And I know that
the souls are due ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight ♪

♪ Love is a lesson to
learn in our time ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight for me ♪

♪ May I never lay your head
down without a hand to hold ♪

♪ May I never make your
bed out in the cold ♪

♪ You're just like a good
bosom brother to me ♪

♪ You know that
I love you true ♪

♪ You never talk
dirty behind my back ♪

♪ And I know that
the souls are due ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight ♪

♪ Love is a lesson to
learn in our time ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight for me ♪

♪ May I never lose your temper

♪ If you get in a
bar room fight ♪

♪ May I never lose
your woman overnight ♪

♪ You're just like a bosom
close brother to me ♪

♪ You know that
I love you true ♪

♪ You're holding on, bleeding,
you stabbed me in my back ♪

♪ And I know that
the souls are due ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight ♪

♪ Love is a lesson to
learn in our time ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight for me ♪

♪ May I never lose your temper

♪ If you get in a
bar room fight ♪

♪ May I never lose
your woman overnight ♪

♪ You're just like a bosom
close brother to me ♪

♪ And you know that
I love you true ♪

♪ You're holding on, bleeding,
you stabbed me in my back ♪

♪ And I know that
the souls are due ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight ♪

♪ Love is a lesson to
learn in our time ♪

♪ Please, won't you please,
won't you baby tonight for me ♪

♪ May I never lay your head
down without a hand to hold ♪

♪ May I never make your
bed out in the cold ♪

♪ May I never lose your temper

♪ If you get in a
bar room fight ♪

♪ May I never lose
your woman overnight ♪