Come to me
Come lie beside me
And don't deny me your love
Make sense of me
Walk through my doorway
Don't hide in the hall way oh, love
Step over
I'll follow you down
In the name of whisky
In the name of song
You didn't look back
You didn't belong
In the name of reason
In the name of hope
In the name of religion
In the name of dope
In the name of freedom
You drif tedaway
To see the sun shining
On someone else's day
In the name of United
And the BBC
In the name of Georgie Best
And LSD
In the name of the Father
And His wife, the Spirit
You said you did not
They said you did
In the name of justice
In the name of fun
In the name of the Father
In the name of the Son
Call to me
No one is listening
I'm waiting to hear from you, love
Hello, hello.
I never said "thank you" for taking up our case.
Never thought I'd trust an English person again...
especially a lawyer.
Anyhow, I'll be as accurate as I can with names, dates and places...
anything that might help in our defence.
To explain how I happened to be in England in 1974...
at the time of the bombing...
I'd better take you back to Northern Ireland, where I come from.
Belfast in the early '70s was chaos.
It was strange to see soldiers on the street--
all of them terrified of the civilian population...
anyone of whom could be an IRA gunman.
I was just a petty thief...
stealing scrap metal.
In Belfast, that was a dangerous occupation.
Get down, Gerry, for fuck's sake.
Tommo!
The IRA had already given me three warnings...
and when a British patrol mistook me for a gunman, that got me into real trouble.
Is he trying to fucking shoot us?
There's a sniper! He's up there!
I can't get a bead on him.
Shoot him before he fucking kills us!
Fucking bastards!
All right, hurry up and tell Mr Kelly, love.
Two suspects proceeding back west--
Mr. Kelly!
Bastards!
We have to move the guns. You go and move the gear.
Right. Everyone out now! Come on!
Get out of the fucking way. The Brits is after us!
The Brits are after us!
- In here, in here! - Gerry!
Come on, come on. This way, lads.
Go! Go! Go, go!
Go on, Gerry!
Looks like they're coming out of everywhere.
They're right in front of us, boys.
- Who is it? - It's Conlon.
Grab him!
It's your brother! Your brother Gerry!
Oh, my God!
Fucking English bastards!
They've started a riot to cover the sniper.
If we can isolate him, we can grab him.
Let's go, lads.
Let's go, let's go! Move it!
Get that child out of here now!
Move that child!
Shoot that fucking gas now!
Come and fucking get us now, you bastards!
Let him go, you bastards!
Fucking bitch!
You okay?
- I got a friend wants to talk to you. - Oh, fuck's sake.
Hey, come on. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, all right?
Let's be smart. Come on.
They're taking your brother away!
Where are you going now?
- We weren't robbing no houses. - Don't fuck with me.
Suddenly you're a good boy?
- Have you been robbing houses again? - We weren't robbing houses.
Search him. Did you get away all right?
- Aye. - Who was it?
- It was those two. - Those two?
- That isn't mine. It isn't. - Peter?
Shoot the bastards! They're always robbing our houses!
Fuck you!
Daddy, Daddy, the IRA has our Gerry.
Go on, show me.
Yo, give him that.
Right, Tommo, lad.
Tommo, get their trousers down. I fucking warned you, Danny.
- Peter, we didn't do nothing, honestly. - Give you a break?
What's she saying? What are we supposed to have done?
This is what I'm gonna give you. Now get your trousers down.
You just ran into the house where we had all that gear.
What was I supposed to know? I was trying to get away from the Brits.
'Cause you were stealing lead again, weren't you?
You were stealing lead.
- Shut up, Danny! - They were shooting at us.
- Get the strides down now. - Why?
'Cause you'll get cloth in the wound and lose your leg, that's why.
Come on, Peter. Give us a few slaps. You don't have to shoot us.
- Fuck's sake. - Fucking Tarzan.
Look at the balls on him!
Jesus! Christ! Peter! Peter!
They're only young. Give 'em a chance.
We were just trying to scare some sense into them.
He was stealing lead again.
He ran through one of our houses and started all this shit.
Did you start all this?
He'll never survive in this town. Never.
This is the last time. You two blow!
And, Danny, it's the last time.
- The same for you, Conlon. - Pull up your trousers.
Come back here!
- We've never had a thief in our family. - We've never had nothing in our family.
- Will you get a job? - You know we can't getj obs.
I have a job.
Do you want me to work as a bookie's clerk?
- I want you to have some respect. - Aye, respect for who?
For yourself.
We're getting you out of here.
He'll do no growing up in England, Giuseppe.
No family life there.
Oh, give over, Ma.
I'm gonna miss the boat. What's that?
- Sausages for your Aunt Annie. - Jesus Christ, Ma!
- Here you are, son. - Here, let me do that.
All right, I'm ready. Where are you going?
I'll walk with you.
Do you not trust me to get on the boat?
I'm sure I'll be back when I'm a millionaire, Gran.
Good luck. God bless.
I love you, son.
- Cheerio, Gerry. - Behave yourself, Ann.
Cheerio, Gerry.
Bye, Bridie.
He's gone now forever.
I'll be surprised if he lasts a month.
Did I ever tell you the time I jumped ship?
Jumped over board about 200 yards out to sea...
swam back to this god forsaken place.
Why did you swim back?
There was a woman involved.
Oh, aye?
It was when I was healthy, before you were born.
What was her name?
Aye, you know her name. You know your own mother's name.
Sarah. Sarah Maguire she was.
Then she had the misfortune to change it to Conlon.
Boarding all passengers.
All second-class passengers boarding now.
Go and live. Go and live, son.
That's the best advice I can give you.
Remember, honest money goes further.
Honest money goes further.
A birdin the handis worth two in the bush.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth.
He'da cliche for every occasion.
I'll give you a call.
Right, son.
IRA'n up the gang plank to get away from him...
and then I suddenly felt bad about it.
I decided to turn back...
to call him Giuseppe for the first time in my life.
When I turned around, he had already walked away.
- I just called after him. - Good-bye, Da!
Then I met my old schoolmate, Paul Hill.
Little did I know that after meeting him my life would change forever.
You're under arrest.
Fuck's sake, Gerry!
- Still a head case. - James Bond, license to kill.
Look at you-- you're a fucking nervous wreck. What's the matter with you?
I'm glad to get outta Belfast.
Where're you going?
- I'm going to London. What about you? - The same.
I need a drink.
Aye, I'm skint. I'll let you buy me one.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bumsa dime in your prime
Didn't you
I arrived in London on the 26th of June.
My mother had given me the address of my Aunt Annie...
but I had an invitation to a hippie commune from my old friend...
Paddy Armstrong.
Jesus, Gerry, we've been walking around for hours.
- It's only that big on the map. - But it's a map, Gerry.
London's a big place, you know.
What I was really looking for was free love and dope.
I think it's this way.
Paddy?
- Yeah, what is it? - We're looking for Paddy.
- Paddy who? - Paddy from Belfast. Paddy Armstrong.
- There's some people here to see you! - Who is it?
Some Irish boys.
Jesus! Gerry Conlon.
What about you, Paddy?
Thought you was the drug squad. Come on in.
There you go.
Welcome to Xanadu.
Hi.
Jesus fucking wept.
Neat, ain't it?
Deptford Jim.
- Paul Hill. Gerry Conlon from home. - Right.
Before you can enter the circle...
you have to have the rite of passage.
Open your mouth.
I enjoyed that.
They can't stay.
- There's not enough room. - Jim!
Our rule: No property. No law.
- Just love. - All right, let's vote on it.
If you want Gerry and--
- What's your name? - Paul.
We're gonna call you "Saddest Moon"
- Fuck off. - Right?
If you want Gerry and Saddest Moon to stay, raise your hands.
- Put your hand up, Paddy. - Right.
- Eight. - Looks like we're staying then.
What shall we call you then?
You can call me "Wild One".
Here, hold on. Come here.
Get of, all right?
What's the fucking problem?
They have dead pig in here.
Just some sausages.
We're all vegetarians here.
I am a vegetarian. We're both vegetarians.
I was just taking them sausages to me Auntie Annie's.
I have to be around there now. I'll be back in a few minutes, all right?
Be back in a few minutes.
Piggy.
And Porky.
Is she related to the Royal Family or something?
Aye, she's fifth in line to the throne.
Ferguson's sausages-- only good thing that came out of that god forsaken place.
- Would you like some more? - No, I'm fine, thanks.
- We better make tracks. - Won't you stay? I've the bed made up.
You're very kind, but we need a bit of space, Auntie Annie.
We're forming a band and that there.
Aye. A rock band.
Where are you staying?
- The address, you mean? - Uh-huh.
- Fillmore. - Fillimore.
Fillimore Road. It's number 60...
something-- the number dropped of the door.
What do you mean, the number dropped of the door?
Well, would you let me have it when you find out what it is?
- Aye. - And would you phone your mother?
Aye. There's only one problem.
It doesn't have a phone.
Hello, Marian. Any problems?
- Is it all there? - Yeah.
Okay. We're in business.
Watch the cracks. Watch the cracks.
It's not fair. Their skirts are covering the cracks.
He's cheating!
- I'm a referee! - He's cheating.
- That wasn't too far away, was it? - Is that a bomb, Paddy?
It's getting more like home.
Hello? Hold on, hold on.
Giuseppe. Giuseppe. Long-distance call.
- What? - Long-distance call.
- Go ahead. - Hello?
- Ask him for the money. - Hey, Da.
- It's Gerry speaking. - Son.
- Hi. How are you doing? - I'm fine. How are you?
It's been six weeks since you've been in touch.
I know. Sorry about that. I've been a bit busy.
It's just your ma's a bit worried, you know. You still going to Mass?
- Aye, every Sunday. Like clockwork. - Good.
- Are you working? - I have a couple of things going here.
Ah, good. And are you safe?
- How do you mean? - From all the bombs.
Aye, you could just hear them in the distance like, but--
Sorry about that.
- Are you stuck? - How do you mean, Da?
Are you short of cash?
Uh, no. No, I'm flush at the moment.
No problem. No, I have plenty of money.
All right. And, Gerry, keep in touch.
- Aye. All right. Bye-bye, Da. - Alright, son. I'll tell your ma--
Bye.
Sorry about that.
We've enough for chips.
Sorry, we'd only enough money for two chips.
Are you all right?
What?
There's bombs everywhere. People have been hurt.
There they are. It's the Irish.
Bringing all their troubles over here again.
Aye, it's all right when it happens over in Belfast. You fucking prick!
I've seen people killed in front of my fucking eyes!
- You stupid fucking prick! - Go home! Fuck you!
I don't fucking believe this. I'm getting out of here.
- Are you coming, Paddy? - Where are you gonna sleep?
Ah, no problem. We'll sleep in the park or something.
- I'll see you soon, sweetheart. - Take care.
- Mind your fucking manners! - Prick.
Troops have entered the Ardoyne area of West Belfast...
since the collapse of the provisional IRA cease-fire over the weekend.
Yeah, I'm watching it.
Civilians have been evacuated, and there are reports of casualties in manyareas.
- Both sides are blaming each other-- - Okay, I'll take care of it.
That's it. 8:00 tonight.
No warning.
That's my place. Youse are sitting there too long.
CB-- Charlie Burke. That's me.
I carved my initials with this penknife.
No problem, Charlie. No problem. Whatever you say.
Closing the park. Park closing now.
- Easy with the feet there, Charlie. - It's a big bench, you know?
There's room for three of us here.
You're Irish too, aren't you?
I come over here when I was about your age.
Did you ever think of going home, Charlie?
Ah, shit.
There's nothing for me over there now.
- Closing the park! - Could you lend us a few shillings?
I was gonna ask you the same.
- Gerry, we've no money left. - It's all I have.
Well, now, like I wouldn't like to take all your money.
No problem. Catch you again, Charlie.
- Come on. It's not even 8:00 yet. - All right, all right.
We must've just said good night to Charlie Burke when the bomb went of .
All we were concerned about was where we were gonna sleep that night.
We'd no money in our pockets.
We hadn't even the bus fare to Guildford even if we'd known where it was.
No fucking way I'm going back to Belfast.
I tell you that.
- Hey, blondie. - Hey, sexy.
- You dropped something. - Back of, paddy.
She's outta your league.
Here.
It's her fucking keys. I'm going in.
We should give 'em back, Gerry. Put 'em through the letter box.
Put the keys back in the letter box, Gerry.
Jesus Christ, how much money is there?
I did feel a little bit guilty about that.
We spent that night in a hotel.
The next day we went and bought the same clothes-- the same trousers...
same jackets, even the same shoes.
Hey, mister, has your coat got fleas?
Who are those two gorgeous women in the kitchen?
- Did you miss me, Bridie? - Look at Gerry. He's a hippie!
Daddy, look at the money!
- Do you want it? - Oh, my God!
Do you wanna be in my gang?
Yes, Gerry, I wanna be in your gang. I wanna be in your gang.
- Over here. - Take it easy.
Steady. Calm it down. Just calm it down.
It's my money! It's mine!
Calm it down. Stop it.
- It's my money! He gave it to me! - Stop that!
Stop that!
And they were always talking about the troubles, were they?
Yeah. Especially Paul Hill.
He was always talking about Belfast, the IRA, all that stuff.
Look, all I'm saying is this:
They had a lot of money, and Conlon went back to Belfast.
- Come along, into the car. - What the fuck is going on?
That was a bloody disgrace, them shooting you.
- Aye. - Did it hurt you, Danny?
It wasn't too bad. The bullet bounced of the kneecap and out the other side.
Five people are dead...
and 75 seriously injured as a result of the IRA 's...
no-warning bomb attack on a Guild ford pub.
Parliament has passed the Prevention of Terrorism Act...
which allows terrorist suspects to be held by police for up to seven days.
Seven days. Geez.
It's the same here. Seven days. No difference.
...around London and arrested 19suspects.
Gerry, there's your shoes.
Our reporter spoke to Commander Robert Dixon of the antiterrorist squad...
about those arrests.
We can't pretend people won't be inconvenienced.
Some of them may not deserve it.
That's why we shall use these powers as selectively as possible.
Get up out of bed, you dirty, murdering bastard!
Hands above your head!
I don't know what the fuck you are looking for, mister, but I'm not it.
Gerry, your coat. He's done nothing.
- Inside, sir. - He's not political.
I have a right to speak to my son.
Keep calm, Gerry.
Get back in. Get back inside.
It's all right. It's all right.
- Where are we going? - You'll find out soon enough.
- Where'd he get this money? - I don't know.
They have no right to take him to England.
Slow down a bit.
Look, I don't have a fucking clue what this is about.
I've done nothing wrong.
When can I go back to Belfast?
Next time you see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon.
I always wanted to be an astronaut.
What are you charging me with?
You're being held under the Prevention of Terrorism Act.
What?
We can hold you for seven days and seven nights without charging you.
- When was I a fucking terrorist? - Were you part of that, Gerry?
And that. You proud of that?
- And that. - Why are you showing me these people?
No marks! Don't mark him! Don't mark him!
Are you fucking proud of that?
Look at that young, pretty girl there!
- Now look at her! - You're out of your fucking minds!
- Do you? - You're out of your fucking minds!
The children know there's something terrible going on.
- And you're not making it easier. - I haven't the strength for this.
If he killed innocent people, I haven't the strength for it.
Listen, I know that child. I carried that child.
If you're not gonna believe in him, I will.
You think he's innocent?
When your son walked through that door looking like a bloody circus clown...
do you think he had murder in his eyes?
Happy birthday to you
- It's a surprise. - Shut up. Shut up!
When will Daddy be back?
He'll be back in a couple of days.
Why did they put Gerry in jail?
It's a mistake.
I'm on my way over to bring him back home.
Why are you getting narky again?
Are we touching a sore spot?
Name all the places you stayed while you were in England.
I told you about 100 times.
Then tell us again!
I stayed at the squat most of the time.
I was a couple of nights at my Auntie Annie's...
and one night at the hotel after I robbed the money.
Male. Late forties.
Who taught you how to make the bomb, Gerry?
I never made any bombs.
Did Annie make the bomb, Gerry?
Is Annie Marian, Gerry?
Is Annie Marian?
- Annie who? - Annie Maguire!
My Aunt Annie?
Oh, aye, Annie made the bomb, and Mother Teresa planted it.
What was Carole Richardson's part in this operation?
Are you Marian?
What?
Are you Marian?
She had nothing to do with it.
This man comes into my house. He puts a gun to my head.
He says I done Guildford.
I left Belfast to get away from people like him.
Show me what you want me to sign. I have an alibi for that night.
What are you showing me these for?
Gerry told us you did it.
Then he's a fucking liar.
Armstrong drove the car. Who was the woman in the back?
I don't know.
But you were in the Ford Cortina.
But you were in the red Ford Cortina.
He'll get used to your methods, and then he'll clam up.
I told you I was in the Cortina. I told you it was a taxi.
No. The taxi was a Toyota Corolla.
When can I ring home?
- Let's start again. Who's Marian? - Was it someone Irish?
Why are you getting narky again? Touching a sore spot? What was her name?
- Nothing to do with what, Gerry? - Talk to me.
You're evading the truth, Gerry. What was her name?
Two little girls asked me, "Why was Daddy blown up?"
Who taught you how to make the bomb, Gerry?
Talk to me.
He'll do what he's told.
Look at him. He's a lying bastard.
He's a right fucking comedian. Aren't you, Gerry?
- Who's Marian? - I don't know what--
I'm getting fucking bored with this. Who is Marian?
I'm gonna keep on asking until you give me a fucking answer!
- Who is Marian? - I don't know!
Yes, you fucking do! Bollocks! Who is Marian?
We know who Marian is.
- Are you the man in charge? - Yes, I am.
For fuck's sake, tell 'em to stop hurting me.
I swear to God...
I know where I was at the time of the bombings.
I was with a mad man called Charlie Burke.
Have you any other alibis?
I have told youse before...
I was with Paul Hill most of the day.
Tell Gerry Conlon like you said you would.
- Who's this? - Gerry Conlon.
Have you anything to say to him?
I've cleared my conscience.
I advise you to do the same.
There's your statement.
I didn't do this.
I didn't fucking do this!
Please believe me.
What are you doing to me?
They wouldn't hold him if he hadn't done something.
- Gerry is no angel. - I know that.
He needs a strong hand.
You're all under arrest.
- No, no, don't. Don't hurt the child! - Put your hands up!
You're all being held under the Prevention of Terrorism Act.
- Is Hill leading us up the garden path? - I don't know.
I can make him confess.
Why don't you have a word in his ear?
You're from the same town. He'll understand you.
Will you have the bomber?
Our job is to stop the bombing.
I'm gonna shoot your da.
What did you say to me?
Little Bridie'll have no daddy.
I'm gonna shoot Giuseppe.
He's threatening to shoot my da!
He's threatening to kill my da!
Look at him! Look at him!
He's a madman!
I think you're hallucinating. Nobody's gonna harm your father.
Get him back. Get him back.
He threatened to kill my da.
Nobody's gonna kill your father.
- You mad bastard! - Take it easy, son. Take it easy.
He's not gonna harm your father.
Come on, let it all out.
Let it all out-- all that hatred.
You hate us, don't you?
You hate us enough to bomb and maim.
That is the trouble. You let it all out. Come on.
- I don't hate you. - Yes, you do.
I can see it in your face. I can see all that hatred.
So why don't you just let it of your chest...
before it starts to mess up with your mind?
Give me the fucking statement.
For fuck's sake, give me the statement.
Give me a fucking pen.
Right, that's my fucking name there. You can write what you like.
All right, nice and easy. Come on.
- Paul! What's going on? - Gerry!
They stuck a fucking gun in my mouth!
So I told 'em a lot of bullshit!
- Why did you give 'em my fucking name? - I'm sorry!
It's fucking mad! It'll be laughed out of ucking court!
It'll be laughed out of ucking court!
The fourof us were split up.
I was taken to South London Remand Centre.
You can check the dates, Gareth.
Kill that fucker!
You fucking son of an Irish cow!
Kick that Irish fucking ass!
- What is that? - Delousing.
I don't have fucking lice. I don't want that.
You have no choice, mate.
You'll never clean the scum of that--
Okay, Conlon. Go see the room, shall we?
Come on, Mr. Conlon.
We got your son.
Let's go.
Da!
Is that you, son?
- Da, here! - Where are you?
Don't harm my father. Don't harm my father!
- Are you all right, son? - Don't kill him!
Come on, move along. Move along. Come on, you.
- Fuck you! - Shut up, you!
- Shut up! - On the floor!
You look fucking brave now.
What the fuck are you doing here, Da?
I come over to your Aunt Annie's to get you a lawyer.
They arrested everybody in the house.
What?
- What for, fuck's sake? - Conspiracy to murder.
Oh, no. Oh, fuck's sake, no. Geez.
Did you do it? Did you do it, son?
No, I did not!
Of course I fucking didn't do it, fuck's sake!
- Why are you looking at me like that? - What?
- Why are you looking at me like that? - Like what?
Why do you always follow me?
Why do you always follow me when I do something wrong?
Why can't you follow me when I do something right?
- What are you talking about? - What am I talking about?
- I'm talking about the medal. - What medal?
What fucking medal? What fucking medal?
The only fucking medal that was ever in our house. That fucking medal.
The medal I won at football.
And you sat on the sidelines shouting instructions...
like you could only see what I was doing--
you couldn't even fucking play football--
and you could only see what I was doing wrong.
I could never do anything good enough foryou.
And after the game, you came up to me and said...
"Gerry, did you foul the ball?"
And I walked away from you, remember? I walked away into the dressing room.
You followed me in there and said again, "Gerry, did you foul the ball?"
All the other fathers were in there laughing at you...
calling you "Poor Giuseppe."
And I ran out, and I hid, and I wrote your name on the ground--
your stupid Giuseppe fucking name--
I wrote it in the dirt, and I fucking pissed on it!
I pissed on it...
because I did foul the ball.
What did it matter? We won. For once in our lives, we won.
You ruined that medal for me! I took it to the pawn, and they laughed at me.
- They wouldn't give me 50 pence for it. - This is shock.
And that's when I started to rob, to prove that I was no good.
- Delayed shock. - Never mind delayed shock.
I've been like this since I was seven.
I remember Mammy said to me, "Don't upset Giuseppe. He's not well."
Oh, dear Lord, he's not well. So we'd tiptoe around the house.
Like this, tiptoeing around the house. "Not well, you know. He's not well."
Then I got Holy Communion. I thought I was eating you alive.
Is it my fault you weren't well?
Why did you have to be sick all your life, Giuseppe?
What'd you have to be sick all your life for?
When that mad bastard out there threatened to shoot you, I was happy.
I swear to God. Honest to God, I was happy.
I was delighted! You know why? Because finally it was all over.
It was over! You see?
And then I knew I was bad.
I knew I was bad then, you see, so I started to cry.
I started to tell lies-- the same fucking lies...
I've been telling all my gobshite fucking life.
- That means words don't mean nothing. - Stop this.
Only this time, I got everyone into trouble.
But it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm no good anyhow. It doesn't matter.
Keep away from me. You've been following me all your life.
- Are you here deliberately? - No. Stop it.
You call that a fucking dig, huh?
Do you call that a fucking dig? Hit me harder. Hit me fucking harder!
- Stop it. Calm down. - For once in your fucking life!
- Hit me like a real father! - Just calm down. Stop it.
Just relax.
Try to relax.
It's okay.
It's not your fault, son, all right?
Everything's gonna be all right.
Okay. All right, son.
Visitor for Conlon!
Two on for visit!
No touching.
- Everybody else was allowed to touch. - IRA, closed visits. No contact.
Why are you doing this to us?
You have your father locked up in prison for murder.
Speak up, please.
- It's not my fault, Ma. - Take it easy, Sarah.
I swear to God, I've done nothing wrong.
Why did you sign a confession, son?
He did it to protect me, love.
You have a good son there. That's all you need to know.
You didn't sign anything yourself, did you, Giuseppe?
The only thing I said was I wanted to see you.
Look, they've no statement nor evidence against me.
I'll be out and home soon. Sure I'm only visiting here myself.
I'll be able to help out Gerry while I'm in here.
Danny's dead, Gerry.
What?
They found his body on waste ground.
The IRA said he was an incurable thief.
I sent a Mass card from the family.
This one'll not go to school since you've been away.
Hey, you go to school for your mammy.
Yes, Daddy.
Daddy, when will you be home?
I've pressed your Sunday suits for the trial.
You make sure and looky our best now, son.
But is there nitro or was there not nitro?
Yes, there are traces of nitro.
But are they all positive?
Well, yes, on six of them.
- Who'd we miss? - The aunt, Aggie-- Annie.
But her rubber glove showed a faint trace.
And the children?
Positive.
The results may not be good enough for court.
Your word will be good enough for the court.
Yes, sir.
Kill the bastards! Kill 'em!
Shoot the bastards!
Call number one.
- Let's go. - Jesus, it's a nightmare, Giuseppe.
Just stay calm, be on your best behaviour, and this'll be behind us soon.
That's it, come on.
It'll be all right.
All rise.
Sir Michael Hagerty will present the case on behalfof the Crown.
There are two series of charges here, ladies and gentlemen.
The four defendants in front...
are charged with 11 counts in relation to the explosion of the Guildford pub...
and the murders of five people.
The Crown will show that these were the bombers.
The seven defendants behind...
are charged with the possession of explosives, not charged with murder.
The Crown's case against them is...
that they are a support network for the bombers, and as such...
- should be considered independent. - Control yourself. Pay attention.
My first witness is Inspector Robert Dixon.
I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I give shall be the truth...
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Inspector, why do you believe these four are the bombers?
First Hill, then Conlon, Armstrong, Richardson...
confessed to the bombing.
They are the IRA's ASU.
Can you explain ASUs for us?
Active Service Unit. They are the elite of the IRA...
who carry out the bombings and the shootings.
Often they are combat veterans with experience of shooting at soldiers...
and planting explosives.
And the others-- Annie Maguire and her family?
They are the IRA's support network.
Their families and friends store the weapons and explosives...
and they provide what we call "safe houses."
Thank you, Inspector.
These people were arrested two days...
after the Prevention of Terrorism Act was introduced.
That's correct.
Can you explain, please, the powers that this gives to the police?
It permits us to hold suspected terrorists...
for a period of up to seven days.
Quite extraordinary powers in a democracy.
Quite difficult, I would think for the police to resist the temptation...
- to deal forcibly with people. - Objection.
People they suspect of the biggest bombing campaign on British mainland...
- since the Second World War. - Objection. My lord, I really must--
- Get to the point! - Now, this bombing campaign...
struck deep into the British people's sense of security.
The people looked to you, Inspector, to find those responsible.
Yes.
You must have been under the most intense pressure.
That's my job.
Now, all of the defendants claim--
including young Patrick Maguire, aged just 14--
Patrick, would you stand up, please?
Thank you. All of the defendants claim...
that they were subjected to physical and mental abuse while in police custody.
They were never harmed in any way.
He's fucking lying! They beat the shite out of us!
Silence!
Please believe us! They beat us!
Just be quiet.
Sit them down!
Silence in the court!
Mr. Conlon says...
that you pulled him by the hair and squeezed his testicles.
I never even spoke to Mr. Conlon.
I hope you burn in hell, Dixon.
Silence!
Mr. Hill says the police sat astride him and put a gun in his mouth.
There was no pressure of any kind.
You can go and fuck yourself, you lying fucking bastard!
Order! Order in court!
Inspector, in the case of the four main defendants...
you have no corroborating evidence of any kind.
I have the confessions of our obvious terrorists. What more do you want?
Well, nitroglycerine is a highly toxic substance.
It's when the substance to be tested--
After a few weeks, we were bored out of our minds--
just messed around and that there.
They must've been desperate for evidence.
They produced Annie's washing-up gloves like a rabbit out of a hat at one point.
Then it was my turn to take the stand.
Mr. Conlon, did you bomb Guildford?
No, I didn't.
The police claim that you were in Guildford on the night of the bombing.
Can you tell us where you were?
I was in a park in London at that time.
- Who with? - With Paul Hill sitting there.
You met somebody else that night, about 8:00 p.m.
- Aye, I met a man called Charlie Burke. - And who is he?
He was just a fellow, a homeless guy that we met in the park.
Why do you remember this man so clearly?
I was thinking that if I didn't get out of London fast, I would end up like him.
- You told this to the police? - Aye.
- What did they say? - They said he didn't exist.
Mr Conlon, why did you confess to the Guildford bombing?
They beat me...
and then they threatened to kill my father.
- Will you repeat that please? - They terrorized me for seven days.
After that, they threatened to kill my father.
I'd have fucking signed anything after that.
- Excuse my language. - Thank you.
You expect this jury to believe that decorated police of icers...
would risk their career and their reputation...
by threatening your father?
I don't expect them to believe it by the time you finish with them...
but it happens to be truth.
You're an honest man, aren't you, Mr Conlon?
I like to think so.
You've told us you remember this Charlie Burke very well.
Aye.
Do you remember telling the police anything else about that night?
Let me refresh your memory. You told Inspector Dixon...
that you had committed a robbery on that night.
Now do you remember?
Aye.
- Who did you rob? - Robbed a hooker.
- You robbed a prostitute? - Aye.
And we are expected to believe a man who claims he stole from a prostitute...
before we would believe ten police of icers who stood here on oath...
and called you a liar?
That was the truth.
I'm bound to say I don't find you very convincing.
Thank you, Mr. Conlon.
Why didn't you tell me that you'd stole from that woman?
You should've called me. I would've sent the money.
Are you gonna be a thief and a liar all your life?
Standing up in that witness box, making faces to your mates.
At least you told the truth in there. That'll stand you.
Are you not going to eat that sausage?
They put a gun in my mouth...
and made me confess to a murder I didn't commit.
So I said I did the big bombing...
and named anybody I knew who was not in the IRA.
Not in the IRA?
- Definitely not in the IRA. - Why?
You know why.
I just wanted to show how ridiculous it all was.
Inspector, the defendant Conlon presented an alibi--
One Charlie Burke.
That name did appear in Mr Conlon's statement. We investigated it.
We couldn't find any trace of such a person.
And there was this question of the robbery of a prostitute.
No robberies were reported in that area that night.
At the start of this trial, I shook Gerry Conlon's hand.
Subsequently, I was deeply shocked when a fellow attorney came to me...
and asked me if I was now going to wash my hand.
In my long legal career, I cannot remember a case...
where emotions have been so charged.
It falls to me now to appeal to you...
the members of thejury, not to get caught up in this...
tide of mass hysteria.
Inspector Dixon admits there are scores of inconsistencies in the confessions.
My clients contend that they were forced to confess...
through brutality and intimidation.
Now, they may be foolish...
petty thieves, even drug abusers...
but they are not the ruthless bombers who have terrorized Britain for months.
You should find these young people not guilty.
- Bollocks! - Okay, let's go.
- Get your fucking hands of me! - Move it!
- Hands of!
Ladies and gentlemen...
like my learned colleague in the defence...
I would caution you not to be swayed by your emotions.
The four people you see in the front...
are one of the most cunning and cruel criminal conspiracies...
ever to set foot on English soil.
Now, here are the facts of this case:
Inspector Dixon...
a decorated of icer of great expertise...
acting on reliable information and good detective work...
arrested Paul Hill...
who, guilt-ridden by the shame of his crime, confessed.
That confession led the police to the ringleader, Conlon...
and his terrorist family--
his aunt, Annie Maguire, the experienced bomb maker...
who wore rubber gloves when handling explosives...
in the kitchen of her home in Harlesden.
She even allowed her children to handle explosives--
Vincent, aged 16, Patrick, 14--
who did not-- could not-- know any better.
Giuseppe Conlon, her brother-in-law...
the courier who arrived with more explosives.
Armstrong and his dupe Richardson, who carried the bomb.
Now, these are the people who, in a panic...
had to dispose of the nitroglycerine...
and that is what sealed their fate.
How do we know this? Because the truth was on their hands.
It is a story written in the blood of their victims.
You have seen some of those who survived...
their callous disregard for human life.
It is now your duty to protect society from them.
I am confident that that is what you will do.