Have you reached a verdict?
Yes, we have, my lord.
- How do you find the defendants? - Guilty as charged.
Hang the Irie bastards!
Order! Silence!
String 'em up!
Gerard Patrick Conlon.
Stand up.
I feel it is my duty to wonder aloud...
why you were not charged with treason to the Crown...
a charge that carries a penalty of death by hanging--
a sentence I would have had no difficulty in passing...
in this case.
I sentence you to life imprisonment...
and I instruct that you shall serve...
a minimum of 30 years.
Take him down.
Help me.
Paul Michael Hill.
In my view, your crime is such that...
life shall mean life.
Annie Maguire, I recommend you serve 14 years!
- What have I done, for Christ's sake? - Take her down!
- Giuseppe Conlon, 12 years. - No, my husband's innocent!
Lord have mercy on you!
Patrick Joseph Armstrong, 30 years.
Carole Richardson, 30 years.
Our case was so insane that if you made it up, nobody would believe it.
Look, Gareth, I know people say that I'm a compulsive storyteller...
and nobody believed a word I said in court...
but Charlie Burke did exist-- he'snot just a figment of my imagination.
Sorry.
We were shippedof to ParkRoyalPrison...
an old Victorian fortress where the most dangerous criminals were held...
in the maximum-security wing.
- Place of birth. - Belfast.
Then you're British.
This is your home for the rest of your life.
So accept it and get on with it. Right, come this way.
The chief warder, Barker...
gave us blue denim uniforms with yellow stripes.
We were Category A--
the highest-security class along with the rapists and murderers.
My father said we'd fight for an appeal...
but I didn't want to know about the legal system.
- I'm going back to the cell. - Come on. Follow me.
Come on, Gerry.
Hey, Ronnie. There's those Irish bastards, Ronnie.
Irish scum.
My name's Giuseppe Conlon. I'm an innocent man.
So is my son.
We shouldn't even be in here.
Get that fucking scum of my floor.
I said, knock it of!
- They must know they've made a mistake. - No, they don't.
The proof of our innocence must be there in the evidence.
We have to fight 'em to get an appeal.
- I'll speak to Father Wilson. - Speak to everybody.
We'll write letters from in here. Start a campaign.
Have they been treating you all right?
Aye, fine. Fine.
Have they, son?
Aye. No problem.
Landing of icers, exercise.
Forgot the dessert spoons.
There we go.
These chips are not bad.
- Now don't you despair, son. - Never mind about "don't despair"
What?
I mean, we're innocent, we can't even go out of the cell.
You're better of being guilty. At least you get some respect.
Landing of icers on the threes for exercise.
You can have my chips.
Gerry, man.
Problem? You all right?
How you like your new home?
Bombing of pillar-box, Kensington High Street.
Bombing of pillar-box, Talbot Lodge.
Bombing of naval club.
Bombing of Aldershot Railway Station. Attempted murder of Edward Heath.
Murder of Ross McWhirter.
Possession of irearms, Balcombe Street, December 6, 1975.
And the Guildford pub bombings.
You have innocent people in jail for that.
Take him out.
He did it.
Where's all the missing pieces?
We eat it up, man.
Before my woman send it in here, right...
she have it dipped in liquid acid--
LSD, man.
We've been dropping the British Empire for the last six months.
You want to fly? Pick a country.
Fuck's sake, don't give me Northern Ireland. I don't want a bad trip.
Try Nepal, man. Take you to the Himalayas.
See the dragon.
Lights out in 15 minutes. 15 minutes.
Are you praying for the Seventh Cavalry?
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners...
now and at the moment of our death. Amen.
That's not funny, Gerry.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women...
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God...
pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Are you on drugs?
Look, Da, I'll be older than you are now when I get out of this place.
If I get out.
- Are you listening to me? - I'm not talking to you.
Now who's being childish?
I haven't had a sensible word out of you for two weeks.
That stuff'll kill you.
Sure I'm dead anyway.
Look, I'm sorry. I'll not take it again so long as you live.
Are you happy now?
No.
Why not?
I don't want you to take it whether I live or die.
Jesus Christ.
All right. I'll do nothing to annoy you in your grave.
Now are you happy?
Is that a promise?
Aye.
Maybe.
Gerry, man, check out your friend.
He look like the real thing.
Come on.
- Excuse me. - All right.
Let's have a talk.
We have to eat in the cells.
See ya later.
Gerry, come on.
Morning, paddy.
Yes!
Come on!
Yes, man, Gerry!
This one, this one, this one, 14 days solitary! Lock up!
Lock up!
He'll be all right. He'll be back in a couple of days.
I'm worried about Bridie.
Why?
She's dyed her hair blonde.
Well, she's only young.
She's wearing a dog collar.
There's a fella chained to it. He's got one on too.
Well...
as long as she's happy.
Lunch break.
Yes, Gerry, man! That's right!
Gerry's a bad boy!
Put the Englishman under heavy, heavy manners.
Yes, sir. Go on, boy. Kick out them clods, yes?
This is Joe McAndrew. He has something important to tell you.
Hello, Mr Conlon.
I'm watching you.
What is it?
I'm the one who planted the Guildford bomb, Mr. Conlon.
Did you tell the police that?
Yes, I did.
- But we haven't heard a thing. - See what he has to say, Da.
Go on.
I told them. They know the truth.
They can't afford to face it.
It's a war. You're one if its innocent victims.
I'm sorry foryour trouble.
Don't be sorry for us.
You should be sorry for the people you killed.
It was a military target, a soldier's pub.
They were innocent people, God's children.
Look, I'll do all I can to help you while you're in here.
We don't need your help.
I'd appreciate it ifyou'd leave us alone.
Whatever you say.
I'm sorry about that.
What was that all about? You mind your fucking manners.
What? Manners to him? I don't want any part of him, or his ways.
At least he fights back, which is more than you ever did in your life.
- What are you talking about? - Do you remember Lydon Hill?
You used to ride me up on your bike up Lydon Hill.
And then one day you couldn't make it to the top...
and I hopped of and looked back, and your face was all red.
- Remember that? - Aye.
It was working in the paint shed done that to you.
What?
It was the fumes from working in the paint shed done that to you.
Never mind jumping of the ferry, swimming back to Mammy.
It was the one job a Catholic can get, and you wouldn't even fight back then.
Go on outside. Play with your newfound friend.
All I'm saying is that you've been a victim. It's time you fought back.
- Get out of my sight. - I'm going.
This is the only way it'll work. We have no alternative.
- Well, what are you doing? - Nothing.
- They didn't do it. - They all did it.
I'm going back to Belfast.
After the fight, nobody stopped us going out in the yard to exercise.
I felt brilliant. Joe explained things to me.
He explained how the Brits never left anywhere without a fight...
how they had to be beaten out of every country they ever occupied...
how this prison was just an extension of their system.
Calling for work on the threes.
We had to confront the chief prison of icer, Barker.
Mr Smalls.
But to do that, we had to take care of Ronnie Smalls.
Can I have a word about 54 Halsley Road?
Take a walk.
If anything happens to me or Gerry...
or any other Irish prisoner...
we'll have 54 Halsley Road blown to smithereens...
with your family in it.
Threaten my family and I'll cut your fucking head of.
I don't make threats.
I just carry out orders. I don't want to hurt your family.
Your trouble is, Joe, you want to rule the fucking world.
Paddy's all right.
Soon, we were all one happy family.
Again!
Even Kojak was ready to forgive.
- Live and let live. - Barkerbegan topanic.
He told us to take our socks out of the window.
He thought we were signalling to other prisoners.
We're not signalling. We're drying our socks out.
- Take the socks out of the window. - Who says?
Mr. Barker.
- That was all the excuse Joe needed. - Give us two minutes.
- Up and away we went. - Are you with me?
What's he up to now?
All prison of icers to vacate the wing.
All of icers vacate the wing!
This'll damage the whole campaign.
Look, you do it your way, and we'll do it ours, all right?
- You can read our demands. - Go back to your cells.
Blankets!
- For God's sake, put a stop to this. - You're weakening my position.
- It will end in violence. - Good.
- What's good about it? - It's all they understand.
Barker refused to negotiate.
But with the screws gone, we'da brief taste of freedom.
Check out Ronnie!
Him swallow half Africa.
I give him about an hour.
We found out later our protest got on TV.
And that's when the riot squad was ordered in.
We were singled out as the ringleaders.
Now!
You just signed your own death warrant, Barker.
Are you happy now?
And then you arrived, Gareth.
That's the first time I saw you, undera raining shower of sparks.
It was the first time I'd seen a woman in five years, other than my mother.
But to me, you were a lawyer first. And I hated lawyers.
- Do you have a new isolation-- - Prisoners: Barth, Andrew.
Bailey, Benjamin. McAndrew, Joseph.
- Sorry. Can you-- I can't hear. - Conlon, Gerard.
O'Brien, John.
Lynch, Bernard. Crisp, Quincy.
Lyon, Richard. Burns, Delrow.
What about Conlon? Sorry. Giuseppe Conlon.
He's on the third floor.
He has difficulty getting down the stairs.
Well, I'll just have to go up and see him then.
- The delegation has seen enough. - Right-o. Sorry.
Well, I won't be a minute. I'll just-- Is that all right? Sorry.
I'll meet you outside, okay? Sorry.
Sorry, I can't--
Pulmonary thrombosis.
- And he's getting proper medication? - Aye.
Son?
That's-- Is it Gerry?
That's Gerry.
He's had a spot of bother with lawyers in the past.
He's all yours. Fifteen minutes.
- Thank you. - Sit down.
You wanted to see me, Gerry?
Why are you giving my father false hope?
Sorry?
He's been up and down these stairs to see you.
He hasn't even seen my mother in six months.
I hear you're getting on very well with her, by the way.
Yes. She's a very brave woman.
You don't know the halfof it.
The fucking stairs are killing him.
It's not the stairs that are killing your father.
- What is it, then? - It's your lack of aith.
Lack of aith? Faith in what?
In yourself.
No, I have faith in myself.
Gerry Conlon, lifer, 30-year sentence.
And I know how to survive it.
At what price?
I'll pay the fucking price. Don't you worry about it.
The price for what?
You're very good at the English, aren't you?
You see, I don't understand your language.
"Justice." "Mercy." "Clemency."
I literally don't understand what those words mean.
I'd like to put in an application to get all my teeth extracted.
That way I could put my fist in my mouth and never speak another word of English.
Do you see what I'm saying? Mrs Peirce, is it?
Are you trying to impress me?
Visit's up.
Don't give my father false hope, all right?
You've got to help him!
In prison, you pray for anything to break the monotony.
A snowstorm is like apresent from God.
Prison of icers are not to be hit!
You've asked for it.
Come along!
After the riot, my father's health deteriorated badly.
He couldn't make it down the stairs to enjoy the snow.
I wavedup to him, but he was looking at something else.
My da always saw the good in people.
He recognized it in you the minute he saw you, Gareth.
Guv, guv, where you going? Where's me letters? Guv'nor!
Thank you.
I see you've been mentioned in Congress, Giuseppe.
What's that?
How'd you come by that name?
An Italian ice cream maker.
Had a shop on the corner of the street where I was born.
Giuseppe Fusco.
My mother fell in love with the name.
Were they--
- You know. - What?
- Lovers. - Who?
My mother and the ice cream maker?
Oh, no, God.
Jesus, no. No, they were not.
No, she just liked the name.
But it made my life hell.
All the other children laughing at you. You have any kids yourself?
He's talking to Barker.
Forget it. He can talk to whoever he fucking likes.
Two.
Flown the nest now.
Whether Barker was responsible or not...
for bringing in the riot squad, Joe never forgave him.
Joe was still at war...
and to him, Barker was the enemy.
Number?
The name is McAndrew.
Get out. Get out of the light!
- Get out of the light. - Number?
Name's Gerry Conlon.
Piss of out of the light. Get out of the light!
You're 136.
There's someone sitting there.
Move when you're told.
Put it out.
- How's your boy? - He's good.
You know, he looks more likeyou everyday.
He's smarter than I am.
Three years old, he can read the funny papers.
There's a hair in the fucking projector!
Yeah, get the fucking hair out the projector, will you?
- Come on. Get it out! - Get it out!
We're going fucking blind up here.
Lively.
- We'll get there, Pop. - Quiet.
- I didn't say a fucking thing. - You're blocking.
Shut it.
Now, listen. Whoever comes to you...
with this Barzini meeting--
I knew that Santino was gonna have to go through all this.
And Fredo, well--
Fredo was wrong.
And I never wanted this for you.
For you!
To the floor, mate! Get down!
Come on, mate, get a blanket! For God's sake, he's burning!
Barker! Move back, Barker!
Get in there!
Get it out!
- Stretcher! - Let's check it out.
All right, mate. You're with us.
All right. Stretcher!
Gently.
All right, up!
That was a good day's work, McAndrew.
That was a good day's work.
Get away from me.
Will you not look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you?
I know how to look at people without blinking as well.
In all my godforsaken life, I've never known...
what it was like to want to kill somebody until now.
You're a brave man,Joe, a brave man.
Gerard Conlon, back on the threes.
- Stand your ground. - Hawkins, returning to his cell.
Benjamin Bailey, back to him cell!
Burns, returning to his cell.
7445, Casey, back to his cell.
6309,Johnston, level three.
Regis, 113, going up to number two.
- Back to your cell now! - Keep moving.
Barker was maimed for life...
and Joe was sent to another prison.
He's in solitary confinement somewhere.
We've had no news of him since then.
The new chief screw had the yard painted...
and I was back walking in circles again.
Back to the cells.
Come on. Move.
I'd like to help you out with the campaign, Da...
if that's all right with you.
Do you mean it?
Aye.
That's great.
What I need from you is the whole story, your whole story...
in as much detail as you can remember.
And I need you to write it down. It's really important.
I can't do this.
I can't write this, Da.
Could your son not give you a hand?
He's up in his cell writing away.
Tape recorder.
You're a good talker.
Talk.
The strange thing is--
the strange thing is sometimes I think he's a little jealous...
of me taking over the campaign and that there.
Going up and down the stairs to meet you.
that he could be jealous.
Anyhow, the main thing is toget the case reopened...
because I don't know how long he can survive in here.
- I'm tired of this. - Come on. We have to do this.
You behave yourself.
Get your head down.
When I was a wee lad, I used to wonder what you were doing under the towel.
One day when you and Ma were out, I got a big bowl of boiling water...
whacked a big drop of Vick and put the towel over my head.
I sat there trying to figure out what it was about 'cause nothing was happening.
I figured you must've been drinking it.
So I stuck my tongue in it. Do you remember that?
How could I forget?
And your tongue swelled up like a football.
Had to rush you to the hospital.
First time you'd stopped talking in your life.
Give us that.
I'll do your chest for you, Da.
Was I always bad, was I?
Not always.
I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in here, do I?
All they've done is block out the light.
They can't block out the light in here.
Listen.
Every night...
I take your mother's hand in mine.
We go out the front door, into Cyprus Street...
down to Falls Road, up the Antrim Road...
to Cave Hill.
We look back down...
on poor, troubled Belfast.
I've been doing that every night...
for five years now.
As if I never left your mother.
What I remember most about my childhood is...
holding your hand.
My wee hand in your big hand.
And the smell of tobacco. I remember that...
I could smell the tobacco of the palm of your hand.
When I want to feel happy, I try to remember the smell of tobacco.
Hold my hand.
Get the fuck--
Don't go sentimental on me now.
Don't be upset, Da. Look, I'll hold your hand if you like.
I'm going to die.
Don't be saying that.
I'm scared.
You've no reason to be scared.
Don't you be comforting me when I can see the truth staring me in the face.
I'm scared I'm gonna die here among strangers.
You're not fucking dying.
Can I not say a thing without you fucking contradicting me?
I'm scared to leave your mother behind.
Look, you are not going to die, all right, Da?
Even if you do, sure I can look after Ma all right.
You think I'd leave Sarah in your care?
What do you mean?
You haven't the maturity to take care of yourself, let alone your mother.
I haven't much time between appointments, Mrs Peirce.
- How can I help you? - Thankyou.
I'm the solicitor for the Conlons, Chief Inspector.
Giuseppe Conlon is critically ill, as you may know.
I've petitioned before the court for his compassionate parole.
They want your clearance.
That'll be difficult, Mrs Peirce.
These people have committed horrific crimes.
Society demands that they serve their time.
But they didn't do it, Chief Inspector.
Says who?
Say the real bombers.
They told you they did it, Mr Dixon.
Gerry Conlon told me he did it, Mrs Peirce.
These people are liars.
They're liars for a cause. That's the worst kind.
But he's dying. Giuseppe's dying.
A lot of people are dying. It's a dirty war.
Well, I'll see what I can do.
Is this your family, Mr. Dixon?
That's my wife and my son.
You have another appointment.
Yes.
I'll see you again, Mr. Dixon.
Are you all right, Da?
Are you all right?
Wake up, Da.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me, Giuseppe?
Come on, dear God in heaven, don't do this to me.
Come on. Wake up.
Wake up! Fuck's sake, come on!
There you go. Thank you. You're all right, Da.
I'm going to get some help.
Number 73! Number 73!
Please come quickly! My father's sick!
Benbay, Giuseppe's taken bad!
Put your arms around me.
I'm getting you out of bed. Put your arms around me.
- Open the fucking door! - He's number 73!
- Open the fucking door! - Giuseppe!
Fuck, he can't breathe. He can't fucking breathe!
He can't breathe! Look, my father's fucking dying!
- He needs oxygen! - Give him a fucking break!
Open the fucking gate! I'm right here, Da.
Get him in here!
What the fuck is going on?
Hammersmith Hospital now.
I want to go with him.
I've got to get clearance first. It's out of my hands.
You're gonna be all right, Da!
- I'll be with you as soon as I can. - Take him back to his cell.
Leave him alone, you bastards! Just let him be!
Stay strong, Gerry! Stay strong, mate!
Keep your chin up, mate!
We're with you, Gerry!
We're with you all the way, mate!
He's still awake.
Your father passed away an hour ago.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry.
Giuseppe is dead, man!
They kill Giuseppe!
Gerry, man!
They killed Giuseppe!
Well, I think they ought to take the word "compassion"...
out of the English dictionary.
They fouled the ball, Gareth.
They fouled the fucking ball, and they're as guilty as sin.
Believe me, if there's one thing I know about, it's guilt.
Keep looking 'em in the eye, and it's gonna reveal itself.
You have to keep up the pressure.
Do what you have to do.
Free the Four! Free the Four!
Those were meant to be here three weeks ago.
"The Parade of Innocence" What do you think?
Thousands of people lined the streets of Dublin...
London and Liverpool today in demonstrations...
demanding the release of the Guild ford Four.
- Questions have been raised-- - Say good night to Daddy.
- Good night, Dad. - Good night, son.
Free the Four! Free the Four!
This was a mistake.
Why don't we let her see the files?
What harm could it do?
- Mr. Dixon! - Yes?
Don't you get tired of this?
This is a court order that I be allowed to see the Giuseppe Conlon case files.
- Good morning. - There are a few rules to be observed.
Here's a complete list of the Conlon, Giuseppe case files...
the only files you'll need to see.
I'll go to the file drawer and bring it out.
You take a page at a time, read it and then return it.
Sorry. Is there a problem, Mr Dixon?
Problem? Not at all, Mrs. Peirce.
Our chief archivist, MrJenkins, is here to assist you.
If you want to make a photocopy, I alone will do it.
Use this pen at all times for any notes.
If you deface any document, we can trace it through the ink in this pen.
There are national security issues involved here, Mrs. Peirce.
We wouldn't want police intelligence files...
leaked to the IRA now, would we?
Conlon, Giuseppe file.
Yes, sir.
Leave my kit on the bus, 'cause I'm not staying in your jail.
So, our new VIP prisoner.
Welcome to Scotland.
I'm an innocent man. My father was an innocent man.
He died in one of yourjails. There's nothing you can do to hurt me.
They've moved me to a Scottish jail to break my confidence.
- Put him in solitary. - This is a peaceful protest.
We'll teach you manners.
Better men than you have tried that already.
I have not seen my client for two months.
He's been moved to Scotland, which has impeded my investigation into his case.
So I'm filing this motion to gain proper access--
Free the Four!
Here, thanks a lot. Good day.
Thanks, thanks, thanks.
Sorry. Could you copy that for me, please?
Thank you.
I just want my mother to be happy.
I'd like herto know...
that Giuseppe talked about her everyday of his life.
He missed her terribly.
It's strange to be in a cell without him.
I can't seem to get his face out of my mind.
Everywhere I look, I see him.
Strange what time does when you're in prison.
Like, you can bestaring at the wall.
Drip, drip, drip.
It takes an eternity.
And then you blink, and three years have gone by.
I mean, what I'm trying to--
I don't know what the fuck I'm trying to say.
But I can't forget what they did to my family.
I just can't forget.
Morning.
- Where's Jenkins? - He telephoned in sick.
I'm afraid you're going to have to come back tomorrow.
I can't. I'm in court tomorrow. There's too much to get through.
I can't help you.
Please. I've got the court order.
You saw what Mr. Jenkins did. He just brings me the files.
I take the notes and give them back to you. Please.
- What name is it? - Conlon.
- All right. - Thanks. Thank you very much. Cheers.
What name was that again?
We've got two Conlon boxes.
Is it Giuseppe Conlon or Gerard Conlon?
Gerard.
Well, that's for starters.
Fuck 'em!
It's good news.
We're talking about a piece of evidence...
that says they knew all along, that they let my father die in prison?
Would you mind telling me what's good about that?
We'll get them in court.
"We'll get them in court"? Will you catch yourself on?
They've kept us in prison for 15 years. They can keep us in for another 15.
This is the fucking government, Gareth!
It's the fucking government! What are they gonna say?
"We're sorry about that"?
"Made a wee bit of a mistake, but you can be on your way now"?
What are they gonna say? "Sorry we killed your da"?
"Sorry we fucked your fucking life to hell"?
I am not putting my mother through hell again.
Are you afraid of court?
I just don't wanna be humiliated again.
I swear by Almighty God...
that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth...
and nothing but the truth.
Mr Dixon, do you know these young people...
known as the Guildford Four?
Yes, I do.
Do you know how long they have spent in jail?
Fifteen years.
Do you know Annie Maguire...
who served her 14 years without remission?
Do you know her son Vincent who served five years?
Her son Patrick who served four? Do you know her husband...
Paddy Maguire, who served 12 years?
Carole Richardson was 17 when she went to jail, Mr Dixon.
Now she is 32.
Do you know Carole Richardson?
- What is the point of this? - Yes, come to the point.
Do you know who this is, Mr Dixon?
No, I don't.
Well, then would you be so kind...
as to read this statement that you took from him...
on the third of November, 1974?
A statement, My Lord, which vindicates all of these people...
- all these innocent people. - I need to see a copy of this statement.
Either that man or his superior or his superior's superior...
ordered that these people be used as scapegoats...
by a nation that was baying for blood...
in return for the innocent blood spilled on the streets of Guildford!
- You got your blood, Mr Dixon! - She is making a political speech.
You got the blood of Giuseppe Conlon and the lifeblood of Carole Richardson!
You got 15 years of blood and sweat and pain from my client...
whose only crime was that he was Irish...
and foolish, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time!
Mrs. Peirce, I will have you removed from the court.
And one of your colleagues, My Lord...
who sat where you sit now said, "It is a pity...
you were not charged with treason to the Crown--
a charge that carries a penalty of death by hanging--
a sentence I would have no difficulty in passing in this case."
Mrs. Peirce, I am trying to read this document.
I will not tell you again to be silent...
or you will be removed from the court.
My Lord, this document...
brings the entire British legal system into disrepute.
My Lord, this is new evidence.
It is shocking new evidence.
My Lord, this evidence...
was not submitted at the trial that is under appeal.
That, I believe, is the point Mrs Peirce is trying to make.
- Proceed, Mrs Peirce. - My Lord, I demand a recess.
There will be no demands made in my court.
Stand back.
This alibi for Gerry Conlon...
was taken by Mr Dixon...
one month after Gerry Conlon was arrested.
This note was attached to it when I found it in police files.
It reads, "Not to be shown to the defence."
I have one question to ask you, Mr Dixon:
Why was the alibi for Gerry Conlon...
who was charged with the murder of five innocent people...
kept from the defence?
- Give us an answer! - Answer the question!
Silence!
- It's about time! - Order in the court!
My Lord, I would like to approach the bench.
This is most irregular.
Yes. I am aware of that, My Lord.
Very well.
Mr. Dixon, you may stand down.
This is the man who should be under arrest!
Be silent, Mrs Peirce!
- This court is now in recess. - Guards, get ready.
Don't try and make me the fall guy...
for the whole British legal establishment.
If I accept this mercy deal--
They have a flipping cheek, of ering me mercy.
They should be begging for mercy themselves.
- You ready, Mr Conlon? - Aye.
I know the difference between right and wrong.
The truth has to come out. They may not want to hear it...
but there's people outside who'll listen.
- Just think about it, will you? - All right.
Aye. Give us three of them.
Silence!
In the matter of HerMajesty...
versus GerardPatrick Conlon...
the case is hereby dismissed.
My husband died in your prison an innocent man!
I'm going out the front door. I'll see you outside.
- This way. - I'm going out the front door.
What about Giuseppe Conlon?
Your Honour, he was an innocent man!
Mr. Conlon, that's not a good idea.
Use the back, for security reasons.
I'm a free man, and I'm going out the front door.
In the matter of Her Majesty versus Paul Hill...
the case is hereby dismissed.
Leave me alone! I'm going out the front door with Gerry!
Iln the matterof Her Majesty versus Patrick Armstrong...
the case is hereby dismissed.
In the matterof Her Majesty versus Carole Richardson...
the case is hereby dismissed.
I'm an innocent man!
I spent 15 years in prison for something I didn't do!
I watched my father die...
in a British prison for something he didn't do!
And this government still says he's guilty!
I want to tell them...
that until my father is proved innocent...
until all the people involved in this case are proved innocent...
until the guilty ones are brought to justice...
I will fight on...
in the name of my father and of the truth!