- 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 l'm trying to--
I don't know what the fuck l'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 1 5 years. They can keep us in for another 1 5.
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!