(1920s JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
I say there'll be a crowd at the house tonight for you, Jimmy, huh?
When did they let you out, Mossie?
Just a month ago, after the new government came in, like.
How long did you serve?
Three years.
Awful tough on Angela.
We had to send our eldest one, Kate, off to her auntie in Scotland.
- Is she back yet? - Nah, I have to find some work first.
Sorry old state now, Jimmy, huh?
Meself and Tommy keep an eye on the roof as best we can like, but...
Some ghosts in there, eh?
I still miss it.
Go on, Dixie.
MOSSIE: Go on, Dixie. Walk on.
Well, now.
Whoa, Dixie. Stand there now.
MOSSIE: Stand.
JIMMY: Mam!
James!
- You're back. - JIMMY: How are you?
Too long. Too long.
I know. Sorry I didn't make it back for Charlie's funeral.
Just been to the grave.
Oh, he was a good son, but this farm is a mess without him.
Ah, you bastard.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
God bless you, Jimmy.
Hey-hey!
Where's this bloody rogue?
- I could smell you were back. - (BOTH LAUGH)
Great to see you. I can't believe they let you out.
- About bloody time. Did you get lost? - (JIMMY LAUGHS)
You were sorely missed, Jimmy. Great to have you back.
Thank you, Finn.
- I believe you got married recently. - I did.
There's some fierce desperate women in Leitrim...
(LAUGHTER)
Well, Jimmy. Jimmy.
You must have been around the world twenty times by now.
Well, thanks be to God you're back here now with your mother
because, you know, it was lonely here for her.
ALICE: Very, very lonely.
I missed you so much.
JIMMY: Well, I'm home now to look after you. It's great to see you all.
MAN: Lovely to see you, Jimmy.
WOMAN: What will you do with yourself, Jimmy?
Well, I'll settle back down with Mam, and I've missed the land.
- I want a quiet life now. - Oh, I'll take bets on that.
- (LAUGHTER) - Eh? A quiet life.
You're on! Ten to one.
I'll have some of your Yankee dollars off you, boy, huh?
I'm gonna hold you to that.
Oonagh. Oonagh!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- For your children. - Oh, thank you.
For you.
OK.
You look well, Oonagh.
A bit grey around the edges.
Still like a hungry whippet, though.
Why did you stop writing, Jimmy?
You know why.
How are the children?
Healthy. Full of spirit, thank God.
- And Fintan? - A good, steady man. Loving father.
- You? - Ah. Same as ever.
Nobody's the same after ten years, Jimmy.
I have to get back. Thanks for these.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING QUIETLY)
(BOTH GRUNT)
Hey, Jimmy.
(EXHALES)
TOMMY: He's very quiet.
MOSSIE: Ah, give him time.
TOMMY: He's not the same man that went away.
- Ah, he'll settle. - Will he?
He might. He might.
TOMMY: Far cry from New York, eh, Jimmy?
You don't get this down on Broadway.
And here you are back down the same feckin' bog in Leitrim, huh?
- Wet feet. - And a wet arse.
(CHUCKLES)
Aye, but nobody yelling orders at ya. Can't beat that.
Well, word... word travels fast.
Must be a great relief to see your son again.
ALICE: It is.
- FATHER SHERIDAN: Is he well? - He's very well, Father.
FATHER SHERIDAN: Thank you.
A lot of water under the bridge.
But, you know, New York is a tough place.
It'll be quite a shock from city life to our humble country ways.
Do you think he's matured?
ALICE: Well, we all change, Father. Wouldn't you agree?
Well, God willing, we all change for the better. (CHUCKLES)
Do you think he'll, er... do you think he'll stay?
He was born in this house, Father.
The decision will be his. I will leave that up to him.
You know, we've suffered great violence in this country, Alice.
ALICE: Yeah.
Brother against brother, and neighbour against neighbour.
Scars on the heart, they take a long time to heal.
But I... I sense a new atmosphere, you know, of... of change.
Of forgiveness.
Would you agree?
Oh, I would agree, Father, but there must be mutual respect.
FATHER SHERIDAN: Well, let's pray there'll be no slipping back to the old ways.
Oh, by the way, tell your son
if the quietness of the country gets too much for a man of action,
I have some excellent contacts in London who could find him a very good job,
which, of course, would be a great relief to a mother in these hard times.
Where would you be now without a nice cup of tea, huh?
- Absolutely lost, Father. - (CHUCKLES)
(BAND PLAYING UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC)
(WHOOPING)
(CHEERING)
(WHOOPING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
- Come on. Come on. - Come on, boy.
Sorry to stop your fun.
Are you who I think you are?
Are you, J... Jimmy Gralton?
And who wants to know?
My name's Marie O'Keefe.
Daughter of Dennis O'Keefe?
He hates you with a passion.
Nearly had a fit when the priest said you were back.
JIMMY: Did he now? Come on.
(GIGGLES)
- (BAND RESUMES PLAYING) - MOSSIE: Dance away now.
Have you seen O'Keefe?
He left the Free State Army a few years back there after his first wife died.
He was on his own with Marie for a while,
and then he struck gold and married into land.
He's mad as hell about the change of government,
calling de Valera a communist.
Big shot now in the Army Comrades Association. You know them?
Yeah, afraid they won't be able to export to England.
Ah, bunch of fascists.
Stay well clear of him. Nasty as ever.
And with a long memory.
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
- BOY: Jimmy! - MARIE: Jimmy!
- BOYS: Jimmy. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- JIMMY: Stop, stop, stop. - What's all this, the Wild West?
MARIE: Can we have a word?
- Well, are we under arrest? - BOY 1: Not yet, anyway.
- BOY 2: Go ahead, ask him. - BOY 1: I won't ask him. You ask him.
MARIE: The hall, Jimmy. We've all heard stories, lots of them.
My brother's been telling me the stories of when he used to box in the gym.
Tommy, if the hall was fixed up, you could do the woodwork lessons.
My uncle did the woodwork lessons. He's one of the best carpenters in the town.
GIRL: Tess could use the hall for her art classes.
The paintings and drawings are wonderful.
I met Sean yesterday,
and he still has all his poetry and books from the foreign countries.
He said he'd do the lessons again if there was a hall there.
He really wants to do it. Please, Jimmy.
BOY 2: And the music by Molly and the singing by Oonagh.
BOY 1: There's nothing round here for us.
There's no work. There's nowhere for us to go.
We can't go to America the same as yourself.
The rules of immigration has changed. We're stuck here.
Stop going around in circles. Just ask the man what we came here for.
We want to dance, Jimmy. Somewhere where we won't be getting a guard or a priest
- poking at us with a stick. - (LAUGHTER)
Somewhere warm. Please, Jimmy, will you open up the hall again?
BOY 1: Aye.
It's falling to pieces. It's not even safe any more.
(ALL TALKING AT ONCE)
JIMMY: You don't understand.
(ALL TALKING)
Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Come on, boy.
JIMMY: Come on, boy. Come on. Come on.
At least think about it, will you? Think about it, yeah?
BOY 2: So much for the legend of Jimmy Gralton.
You better change the name of the hall.
James Connolly will be turning in his grave.
(SHUTTERS CREAKING)
TOMMY: Right. Come on, up.
So, how long have you been working at this?
Oh, for the past few months,
whenever the lads get a bit of free time, in the evenings, at the weekends.
We're planning on opening in two or three weeks, and we're on schedule.
TOMMY: Ah, Dessie, for Jesus' sake! Hello?
- Can I have one of these? - TOMMY: Dessie! Come on!
I'm after milking six cows this morning. I'm starved of the hunger.
TOMMY: Jesus, Mary and Joseph, give me patience!
Look at him with the sandwich in his mouth.
Up we go. How's that?
- Jesus! - Shite!
- (LAUGHTER)
The Tans burnt the church hall down in Gowell about a year ago,
- so we decided to build our own. - With, er, what money?
I had some savings from the States, and a few friends, too.
So, if it's your money and your land, does that mean that it's your hall?
No. It's built by the voluntary labour of the community,
and it's run by an elected committee.
I'll teach art, and Molly and Oonagh will teach the music.
And Mossie the boxing, gymnastics, woodwork. Literature.
And every penny'll go back into the hall to buy materials.
Musical instruments, books...
And we'll have the best damned dances in the whole country.
I just spoke to your parish priest. Not best pleased.
Even said that all the horses that dragged the sand here
will die within a year.
Is he a priest or a witch doctor?
Our opposition is still the same, the masters and the pastors.
(BAND PLAYS UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC)
(INAUDIBLE)
(DOOR OPENING)
(MUSIC STOPS SLOWLY)
JIMMY: Come in, Father. You're welcome.
Gralton, you come out.
JIMMY: It's Mr Gralton to you, Sheridan.
Who in the hell do you think you are,
running classes in my parish without my permission?
JIMMY: No permission required. That's the point, we built it ourselves.
Education is the exclusive reserve of Holy Mother Church,
not semi-illiterates.
- Don't patronise me. - (WHISPERS) No, Jimmy, don't...
FATHER SHERIDAN: I will not have a communist on my turf defy the Church.
Now, days of tugging the forelock are gone.
Oh, bare arms. (TUTS)
Hardly becomes you.
Does your father know you're here, Oonagh Dempsey?
If you'd like to enroll in our dance class, Father, you're more than welcome.
It doesn't cost a penny, and we're all volunteers.
MAN 1: I'm here to represent my neighbour, Rory McManus,
who is the rightful tenant.
That land has been in their family for over thirty years,
but, due to ill health, he fell behind on the rent.
That landlord wouldn't give him the time to catch up,
and he threw him off his land.
MAN 2: My name is Seamus Clarke. I am the new tenant.
I rented this land in good faith and for a fair price from the landlord.
MAN 1: Shame on you, Clarke.
You've had your beady eye on that land next door for years.
JIMMY: Silence in the court.
This court has reached a unanimous decision.
The tenant, Rory McManus, is entitled to the recovery of the land in dispute.
(APPLAUSE)
JIMMY: And the cattle belonging to Seamus Clarke
will be removed immediately.
(APPLAUSE)
BOY: Jimmy. Jimmy.
It's O'Keefe. He's up there with his army.
Doherty's there with his thugs, too. And the priest is just after arriving.
- You're not gonna get by. - Good work, son. Good man.
- The Holy Trinity. - Bastards.
Take it easy. It's not the Tans we're fighting now.
It's feckin' worse.
Open up, Clarke. Here's your cattle back.
Keep them off your neighbour's land.
FATHER SHERIDAN: Gralton, you pay attention to me.
You sow nothing but conflict in a peaceful community.
Go and join the commies in Siberia. Leave us alone.
TOMMY: You join the British.
I'll tell you whose land it is. Where's Rory? Come here, Rory.
McManus, you took advantage of a tenant in trouble.
This is a statement from the acting OC of the IRA in this area.
Now, listen up if you know what's good for you.
We fought the British too, Doherty.
TOMMY: Look at him having to read for Doherty.
Let him have his word. Read away.
O'KEEFE: "Whereas certain evilly disposed and unauthorised persons
"in certain districts within the area of South Leitrim
"have commandeered and taken forcible possession of lands
"to which they are not entitled..."
- JIMMY: Yeah, back in 1690. - Silence, silence, silence!
O'KEEFE: "We do hereby order that anyone found commandeering
"or interfering with lands to which such a person has no claim
"shall be severely dealt with."
TOMMY: Are you threatening us?
We intend to implement the decision of the Republican court.
- MOSSIE: Yes! - Now stand aside!
Any man goes through that gate gets a bullet in the head.
- FATHER SHERIDAN: Put those guns away! - You'll be the first to hit the ground.
Put those guns down immediately!
Put it down! Put them down!
JIMMY: I don't want any innocent blood spilt.
Bide your time. There's a time and a place.
FATHER SHERIDAN: Do as I say now. Now!
- Open that gate. - JIMMY: Sean. Mossie.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
FATHER SHERIDAN: Put your guns away.
- Guns away? - MAN: Yes.
- Bring the cows in. - Bring them through.
JIMMY: Stand aside. Stand aside. Go on, stand over.
Stand aside.
Dessie. Dessie, usher them in.
TOMMY: Stand by them, stand by them.
(MEN CHEERING)
- MOSSIE: Let them through. - (MEN CHEERING)
(WOMEN SINGING) Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liúm
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go...
- (DOOR BURSTS OPEN) - O'KEEFE: I want Gralton!
- He's under arrest! - What for?
There'll be no more anarchy in Leitrim. No more of your kangaroo courts.
Show us the warrant!
(ALL SHOUTING)
You've got to get out! Get out!
Go! Go!
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Get out! Get out!
Get out of here! (SCREAMS)
MAN: Get away with you!
- OONAGH: What are you gonna do? - I'll head to the States.
Oh, that looks a sore one. I'm sorry.
It's nothing.
It was worth it to see the expression on his face, the bastard.
Will you say goodbye to Mam for me? They're watching the farm.
How long are you gone for, Jimmy?
Till things calm down.
There's a few pistol boys keen to make a name for themselves.
I've a few good comrades over in New York who'll help me find work.
Mossie's waiting for me.
What if I asked you to come with me, Oonagh?
(SIGHS)
What if my mother wasn't fading?
What if I wasn't the only daughter? What if my dad wouldn't fall apart?
What if I wasn't so trapped, Jimmy?
What if, Oonagh?
And follow you around?
From one battle to the next? Can I take that?
Are these the only clothes you have?
I hear they sell clothes in New York.
I suppose so.
(MOSSIE WHISTLES)
Jimmy...
(OONAGH SOBS)
You'll be in my heart, girl. No matter what.
Till the day I die.
(OONAGH SOBS)
Well, Jimmy... I think you lost your bet.
MOLLY: Couldn't stay away. Like a moth to a flame.
TESS: More like a dog to a post.
That feckin' gable's never been right anyway.
- I wonder who built that, Tommy. - Dessie did.
(ALL LAUGH)
Are you ready for this again, Jimmy?
Jeez. Life's too short.
- We've no choice, do we? - MOLLY: No.
- Come on, there's work to be done. - TOMMY: Aye.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
It's a beaut, eh?
Is that what you had in that trunk that near broke my back, is it?
WOMAN: It'll be well worth it, Mossie.
- MAN 1: What the hell is it, Jimmy? - MAN 2: His pet.
(LAUGHTER)
MOSSIE: Looks grand, but I don't know what we're gonna feed it on.
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)
MOSSIE: We'll have music while we work now.
(LAUGHTER)
It's a beautiful sound, isn't it?
MOSSIE: Nice, Jimmy.
BOY: Jimmy, did you ever go to a jazz club when you were in Harlem?
I did, aye. The Savoy Ballroom. Aye, grand musicians.
The only place in the United States
where black and white dance together in peace.
- Really? - Aye, marvellous.
Did you ever dance with a black woman, Jimmy?
(LAUGHTER)
JIMMY: You know what the most amazing thing about it was?
- They've two legs like everyone else. - (LAUGHTER)
- Go on there, Jimmy. Show us a few steps. - Go on!
Honestly...
- Please, go on. - Please, Jimmy, come on.
- All right, all right, all right! - (CHEERING)
All right.
- JIMMY: If I can only remember them. - Ah, go on, Jimmy, son.
MAN: Go on, Jimmy.
(LAUGHTER)
TOMMY: I've a chicken at home that can do exactly the same dance.
(LAUGHTER)
(ALL CHEERING)
(LAUGHTER)
JIMMY: Come on.
(ALL CHEERING)
- TOMMY: Stop leading, Oonagh. - (LAUGHTER)
Now, come on. Shim-sham time!
And shim-sham.
Right foot first.
And right again. All right! Same again.
Left foot again. Good.
TESS: Oh, show us the beginning. Show us the beginning. That's very hard.
Let's go back to the start. Right foot first.
And right.
And a right again.
Left foot now. All right.
Right again.
- (CHEERING) - Good work!
GIRL: "I went out to the Hazel Wood,
"Because a fire was in my head.
"And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
"And hooked a berry to a thread.
"And when white moths were on the wing,
"And moth-like stars were flickering out,
"I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
"When I had laid it on the floor, I went to blow the fire a-flame.
"But something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name.
"It had become a glimmering girl,
"With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran,
"And faded through the brightening air.
"Though I am old with wandering,
"Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
"I will find out where she has gone
"And kiss her lips and take her hands,
"And walk among long dappled grass,
"And pluck till time and times are done,
"The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun."
- SEAN: Beautiful, Roisin. - That was beautiful.
- It was beautiful, darling. - Thank you.
You made it sound so real.
Next week, we'll talk about what influenced Yeats.
Irish folklore, Greek myth,
and even Maud Gonne's continuous refusal of him. Erm...
But for now, let's just talk about how it felt as the words swept over you.
MAN: Ah, but sure, you know, does all that longing,
does it break your heart or does it fill you up with hope?
You know, the way she's always, er, just out of reach,
or changing shape or whatever, you know.
But I suppose, er, in fairness to him,
he tried till his dying breath to find her.
TESS: Here we are, how are you getting on?
GIRL: I was just trying to get the overall shape here...
Loosen everything up and just see what happens, but great work.
That's lovely.
- How are you getting on, Ruari? - Good, yeah.
Great, I'd say...
MAN: One, two. Cross. Cross, go on.
JIMMY: Keep that head beneath the chin. Good man.
Keep that guard up.
MAN: Jab. Cross now, cross. And guard up.
Alright, Shane, Shane, take a wee break there now.
- Good man. - Go on then, tiger.
MAN: One, two. One, two.
Don't forget your guard. Good man.
- That was below the belt, was it? - MAN: Come on, jab.
- MOSSIE: Come on, wake up. One, two. - JIMMY: Good man.
MAN: That's the one that's gonna give him a pain in the belly.
Hold on. Hold on, hold on. You're all over the place here now.
Come on. Straight shots, right?
Stand back a little bit. Go on, now.
- Go on, good man. - Is that the best you got?
- JIMMY: Straight, straight. - MOSSIE: Come on! I can't feel it.
- Ow! Jesus! - MAN: Well, that's what you get...
- MOSSIE: Feckin' gobshite! - (LAUGHTER)
FATHER SHERIDAN: "The Pearse-Connolly Hall opens again."
FATHER SEAMUS: I see they've a dance this weekend.
Maybe we should pop along, huh?
Hmm. Advertised in a communist newspaper. Look at that.
"Classes of every sort." Defiance, that's what that is.
FATHER SEAMUS: Well, with respect, it's probably best to just ignore it.
Repression breeds belligerence, isn't that what they say?
Yeah, "From each according to his ability, to each according to his need."
The Communist Manifesto. (SIGHS)
Quasi religious. It's like "Love thy neighbour as thyself."
The language of brotherhood.
It spreads like wildfire in a world of rampant greed.
Do you realise how attractive that is in the slums?
To the poor, to the unemployed? The landless?
This Depression has destroyed lives around the world.
Misery breeds desperation,
and it only takes a handful of communists to set the fuse...
Don't get carried away now.
There can only be 150 or 200 communists in the entire country.
FATHER SHERIDAN: One man, one book, changed the world. Karl Marx.
Jimmy Gralton isn't Karl Marx. He's just a worker, now.
Listen, his mother ran a mobile library. Never patronise the self-taught man,
especially someone who worked down the mines.
He's a maverick, all right, but he's a lightweight maverick, so...
FATHER SHERIDAN: Fire in his soul and a plan in his head.
You can't buy him off. No.
He's not greedy, he's not selfish.
You know... They remind me of the first martyrs.
D'you ever read about those union organisers in the States? The Wobblies.
Entering towns and factories.
Thrown into prisons, lynched, murdered.
If every priest had their grit...
FATHER SEAMUS: Well, there's nothing as dramatic as that here.
It's just a tiny little hall, in a country bog.
- Yeah, with a gramophone. - With a gramophone.
First it's the dancing, then the books.
He'll start at the bottom with their feet
and work up to their brains, if they have any. (CHUCKLES)
That bloody book. Das Kapital.
I'm going to get one, too.
Going to get the book, are you?
A feckin' gramophone, you bloody eejit.
Is there any marmalade in this house?
There is. Especially for you.
- Thank you. - Go easy, go easy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN: See you in a little while.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: Jimmy!
- Hi! - Hello.
This is Colm and Clodagh.
JIMMY: Colm, young man. Lovely to meet you.
This is Jimmy who brought you the presents from America.
JIMMY: Lovely to meet you.
Jimmy. Time flies. Some things haven't changed.
- You're looking well, Fintan. - Thanks, Jimmy.
Now, will you two, will you dance?
COLM: A little. Maybe a little.
- Just a little bit? - CLODAGH: And thanks for the presents.
- Oh, did you like it? - Yep.
Lovely. And you played with them? That's the main thing.
- WOMAN: We know these two men. - Who are these two?
WOMAN: Yeah, that's Michael Fitzpatrick there.
Er, Fiona Gallagher.
- There's Fiona. - Yes, I know you.
- Amy Gilligan. - Amy Gilligan, right. Just a moment.
- Where have you come from? - Up the road, Father.
- Up the road where? - Up the road and round the bend.
- What bend would that be, young man? - It's a fierce bendy road, Father.
- What bend was it, lads? - Up at O'Hara's white horse.
Marie O'Keefe, what are you doing here?
I came here to dance, Father.
Is the proper parish dance not good enough for you, huh?
Yes, Father.
Does your father know you're in a car with outsiders? Huh?
Put her name down. Marie O'Keefe, And what's that driver's name?
Think we're doing more harm than good.
- Look at the wee child. - This poor child, will you look at her?
That child should be home in bed. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
And who is this behind them?
- Who's that, the fella smoking? - WOMAN: That's Brian McMahon.
FATHER SHERIDAN: And Tommy Doyle.
(BAND PLAYS UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC)
(INAUDIBLE)
(CHEERING)
- (MUSIC ENDS) - (APPLAUSE)
(BAND STARTS PLAYING JAZZ)
What is this craze for pleasure?
This fascination with the materialist?
The pagan, the Anglo Saxon?
And most recently, the Los Angelisation of our culture?
What is wrong with being true to ourselves,
to our deepest roots,
to our own true Irish values?
Did not Cromwell himself try to burn all the harps in the land,
murder our priests, exile our musicians?
They tried to crush our language, our song, our dance,
but our forefathers resisted them in their hedge schools,
risking their very lives.
Oh, how they must turn in their graves
to see our youths debase themselves in Jimmy Gralton's hall.
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ)
Jazz music.
Rhythms from darkest Africa that inflame the passions.
Pelvic thrusts and salacious body grappling,
instead of the elegance and beauty of our own Irish dances.
And then, of course, we have company keeping under the stars at night.
Joy-riding until dawn...
with unsuitables on the prowl from distant parts in their motor cars.
Occasions of sin multiplied beyond our imagination.
But there is something even more evil hatching in that hall.
Gralton and his crew... are communists.
They are atheists.
They deny the existence of God, the Trinity
and the Virgin birth.
So, our community faces a choice.
Is it Christ... or is it Gralton?
(BAND PLAYING JAZZ)
- (MUSIC ENDS) - (APPLAUSE)
FATHER SHERIDAN: Now, the Church has a right, and even a duty,
to protect the vulnerable.
So what I do now, I do in the spirit of God's love.
I will now read out the names of those people
who attended Gralton's Hall last night.
And other priests in other parishes will be doing the same.
And here are the names.
Amy Gilligan.
Deirdre Kearns.
Johnóg Conlon.
Mrs Oonagh Mulvey.
Niamh Kearns.
Emma Duggan.
Mrs Teresa Hanrahan.
Margaret Carty.
David O'Reilly.
(CHUCKLES)
- FATHER SHERIDAN: Paul O'Brian. - (MARIE GIGGLES)
FATHER SHERIDAN: Marie O'Keefe, joy-riding with unsuitables.
(MARIE GIGGLES)
Kieran Brennan.
Eoghan O'Neill.
Sarah Conlon.
Rory O'Dowd.
Eoin O'Neill.
Christian Pindar.
Darragh O'Malley.
- Get the girls inside. - Calm down.
Take the girls inside.
Get out, you.
- MRS O'KEEFE: Don't you hurt her. - Take them inside.
Smirking at the priest. Humiliating the family name. Come on.
- MRS O'KEEFE: Don't you hurt her. - Take them inside!
Get in there.
Take off your jacket.
Take off your jacket!
(MARIE SCREAMS)
Stay away from Gralton's Hall! You hear me?
- Do you hear me? - (MARIE SHRIEKS)
Stay away from Gralton's Hall!
Stay away from it! Hear?
You want some more? Do ya?
- (MARIE SOBS) - Do you want some more? Do ya?
Promise me! Stay away from it!
Promise me that! Stay away from it!
- Do you want some more? Do ya? - (MARIE SOBS)
FATHER SHERIDAN: You had time to think long and hard in prison, Mossie.
You don't want to end up on the wrong side of history again, no?
An embittered old man with not a penny to your name.
You've so much to live for.
You've got a lovely spouse. Isn't that right, Angela?
And I could get you a job for life in the Council.
Watch your children grow up in security. Educated.
You're at a crossroads, Mossie.
Listen to me. You could even get little Katie back from Scotland. Hmm?
- Would you like a scone, Father? - Thank you. Thank you, Angela.
Here's a picture of our little Katie.
Oh, isn't she a dote? (CHUCKLES)
- ANGELA: Beautiful little girl. - FATHER SHERIDAN: Just like her mammy.
- Thank you, Father. - You must miss her terribly.
Very, very much.
Oh, we have the Redemptorist Fathers coming to the parish for a mission.
What if I was to bring around a doctor of divinity into your house,
to explain to you where Gralton is leading you astray?
What if I was to bring a doctor of economics round to your house, Father,
and explain to you where you're going astray?
Loyalty is a noble thing,
but misplaced loyalty, for a man with children, is a tragedy.
- (SLOW JAZZ MUSIC) - OONAGH: One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Shim, sham.
Hop over, and shim, sham.
And hop over and shim, sham.
And hop over and... hop over and...
Hop stop. And one, two, three...
- OONAGH: Marie! - (MUSIC STOPS)
(SOBS)
I'm sorry I'm late. I... I couldn't get on my bike.
- OONAGH: What's wrong? - I'm sorry.
- It's OK. - Marie, what's the matter?
- I couldn't get on my bike. - What's wrong? What's wrong?
(MARIE SOBS) I didn't want to miss the class.
- Marie... - There's no worries.
Jimmy, get her a chair. Marie, what happened to your back?
Come on, have a seat.
- What's the matter? - (MARIE CRIES)
"Lay the lash upon their backs." That's what the Bishop of Galway said.
They make the blood boil, these hooligans with a cross in their hand.
Closing in like hounds. There's talks of bringing in the Redemptorists
to preach fire and thunder for a week.
TESS: Father Sheridan came to the shop.
He said... he said he'd organise a boycott.
- MAN: What? - MOLLY: It's your livelihood.
- He could ruin us. - MOLLY: What did Brendan say?
He doesn't want me coming here anymore.
I'm so sorry, but I can't teach the classes any more.
I'm sorry.
He's after being in the houses of most of the lads we know.
It's starting to happen in other parishes.
They're all doing the same thing.
Father Sheridan came up to see my father,
with the Knights of Saint Columbanus.
They were scheming away.
And they'll have your da and the fascists on one side,
and the bloody Dohertys of this world on the other.
At a safe, deniable distance, you know.
At each other's throats, but only united by a mutual hatred of us.
We've still got lots of support out there.
People are stopping me all the time.
And, listen, half those lads in Fianna Fáil, they think he's a fanatic.
Spit licks who will genuflect when the time comes.
They're good lads, Sean. And some of 'em were at the dance here.
TOMMY: My old brigade, most of them.
And the unemployed movement, they're with us.
Lots of the parents, they're still solid...
For how long, Tommy? He called us antichrists!
Look, we need to see it from his point of view. Right?
We're in his parish, so he must confront us.
And his fellow priests, bishops and the entire Catholic community
are all watching him, so there's pressure on him too.
So we have to get him off our backs,
without him losing face before his supporters.
What if... What if we ask the Reverend Father to be on our board of trustees?
(WHISPERS) Jesus.
We can't be antichrists then. We've always said everyone's welcome.
If it continues like this, you know, we'll have an empty hall.
I feel for the lads. There's nothing for them after all this work.
I'm becoming fed up of being a pragmatist in church, you know.
Here's this young girl beside me, she's been beaten because of them,
and she shows up here the next day.
We have to be very careful.
Those people don't just join. They come to take over.
Holy Moses.
- No, it's only me. - What do you want?
I've come to get me devil's horns put on. Is Father Sheridan in?
He is. Come in.
Well, I'll be damned.
JIMMY: Don't lose hope, Father. There's still time to repent.
Oh, is that so? Well, as you're here, you might as well come in.
We want to invite you to join our board of trustees who run the hall.
I'm hopeful that once you come along and see what we're doing with your own eyes,
we can put all this behind us.
So, I am to be the odd man out among your, er, hand-picked comrades.
And no doubt when it comes to choosing reading material,
- there'll be... There'll be a vote? - Can you not at least...
No, it's a gracious offering, Mr Gralton.
At a time when a quarter of the country
is planning to travel to Dublin for the Eucharistic Congress,
and the other 75 percent will be tuning into the radio from Athlone,
a country supremely united in faith, in love and respect,
for Christ's representative on earth.
Have a look at that painting.
Democratic Irish State, true to its traditions.
In harmony with its people
and under the guidance of the one true universal Apostolic Church.
That is the natural way. Now, sit down.
You know my family are believers. My sister is a nun.
I said the rosary in solidarity with fighters during the War of Independence.
"Love thy neighbour" is revered in my book too.
In our hall, we respect freedom of religion and conscience.
Tell that to the Soviets who have murdered Christians in their thousands.
And don't get me started on Joseph Stalin's secret prisons,
and that famine that's on the horizon.
Don't get me started either, Father. That is a long debate to be had.
But today, can we talk about the hall and just listen to what we have to say?
I am not a politician. No deals in dingy corners.
No half measures. No compromise. There's no...
A question, please, Reverend Father.
When was the last time you really listened to someone else?
Actually, it was last night at confessions.
I listen to the innermost secrets and fears of our community.
People open their hearts to me. Not the man, but the priest,
in a way unknown to your... imagination.
Look at these hands, Father.
Dirt under the fingernails.
I'm no scholar.
I've been a soldier, a sailor, a docker, a miner,
on the seas and underground.
I've seen much and made many a mistake,
but despite all our flaws,
I believe in my neighbour, my fellow man, my class.
Meeting up and struggling to understand our lives as best we can.
On our own, in isolation, we perish.
The hall is a safe space
where we can think, talk, learn, listen and laugh and dance.
It's a good place.
If I were a believer like you, I'd call it a holy place.
It brings out the best in us.
Don't be frightened. Come along, meet us.
Talk to us, question us, but work with us.
There is enough misery in the world already.
Oh, you are a believer, Jimmy.
Yes, you are.
And part of me holds you in very high esteem.
So, yes, I will come along and listen to you and your trustees,
once you have brought me the title deeds to the hall,
and have them transferred over to Holy Mother Church.
I take it back, Father. You do listen, but only when we're on our knees.
(ORGAN MUSIC)
NARRATOR: A flight of Free State aeroplanes flying in the form of a cross
escorted the special boat.
And then Cardinal Lauri stepped ashore,
the first Papal Legate to land in Ireland for over two centuries.
Accompanied by Mr de Valera and his ministers...
(APPLAUSE)
he inspected the Guard of Honour,
followed by his retinue of Vatican officials in Elizabethan dress.
The streets along the route
had been thronged for hours before the Papal Legate was due,
and he received a tumultuous reception.
(ORGAN MUSIC)
(INAUDIBLE)
(FANFARE PLAYS)
(SOFT MUSIC)
Sweeney...
There's Gralton!
Mossie Maguire. Tommy Gilroy. You rats!
Move on, you fascists.
- MAN: You shouldn't be here. - Sweeney, get out and let us watch...
I said get out and let us watch the film.
- Antichrist! - TOMMY: Atherton.
- (MEN SINGING FAITH OF OUR FATHERS) - (MAN LAUGHS)
In spite of dungeon, fire and sword
- TOMMY: Sing, boys! - (SINGING CONTINUES)
MAN: Don't encourage them. Watch the film, ignore 'em.
(SINGING CONTINUES)
Get out, Sweeney. We've watched your propaganda, now go home.
Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
- We will be true to thee till death - MAN: Thank you.
We will be true to thee till death
TOMMY: Yeah, go on. Go on home.
Get back to your Yankee friends, you Red bastards!
Whoa there, Dixie. Whoa, whoa.
- Good man, Mossie. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Mossie, I've left my bike at the hall, so I'll make my own way home.
Youse mind yourselves, then. They'll be looking for us.
SEAN: The witch hunt has started. You two, be careful.
Likewise. Good luck. Look after yourselves.
MOSSIE: Get on, Dixie.
(HORSE AND CART MOVE ON)
Lock the door.
- Keep your back turned. - What?
- I hope you're not looking. - JIMMY: I wouldn't dare.
You can look now.
Fits perfectly.
Why wouldn't it?
(OONAGH CRIES)
You take my breath away.
(SOBS) I think my heart is going to break.
(BOTH CRYING)
MAN 1: Firstly, I just wanted to thank you all
for agreeing to meet with us today. It's about a fella called Milmoe.
Molly, that's the wife, there outside. Erm, he's in a dire situation.
He's looking for the Roscommon IRA to help him.
He's been forcibly evicted out of his cottage on the Kingston estate.
We had an angry meeting last night, a big split.
A third of us want to reinstate him by force.
A third want nothing to do with it. And there's a third sitting on the fence.
MAN 3: And he has the best of connections.
He has the guards. He has the army.
He has the ranchers and the politicians.
Not just the local ones, but the bigwigs.
There's some tough boys on this estate.
His agent's a vicious bastard. A bad egg.
That's a feckin' handful, all right. Bejaysus, yeah.
MAN 1: But there's five children out there on the side of the road,
and a woman outside this hall bawling her eyes out,
unless any of you want to go out and see her.
Now... things aren't too great with ourselves.
We're not as strong as what we used to be.
Truth be told, there's very few of us.
Even our OC doesn't even know we're here today.
But you know what we know, what's going on out there.
There's a queer fear out there amongst the people,
and something's going to have to be done about it.
So, what do you want from us?
MAN 1: We need your help to reinstate them.
MAN 3: There'll be a big turnout if we can spread the word
that Jimmy Gralton and his supporters from Leitrim are coming.
It isn't just about the reinstatement. It's much more important than that.
It's about the message we send out there to the wider community.
Think about what could be done. That's why it's important.
And that's why it's important, Jimmy, that you speak to the crowd.
- Can someone else not speak? - MAN 1: No, it has to be Jimmy.
He's got the words, he's got the spake.
He's got the confidence and trust of the people out there,
and with all due respect to the rest of you here,
you wouldn't pull a quarter of the support of what Jimmy would.
It has to be Jimmy that speaks.
What do you think?
Well, I think that every journalist from the local press will be there.
I think they'll note your words, which will spread like wildfire,
and be seen as a direct challenge to landed estates throughout the country.
That's why we must win this one.
Yeah, and why... and why they need to.
You know what'll happen, Jimmy.
DESSIE: It's hard to judge, but...
they could come after you again, Jimmy.
MOSSIE: No, there's no "could" about it, Dessie.
They will. Of course they will.
And they'll close down the hall. It's suicide.
SEAN: Well, we don't know that for certain, Mossie.
I mean, you know, it's not the time for pessimism.
MOSSIE: I-I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist.
I know the way these bastards are.
I'm on a, still, on a blacklist, Sean, for ten years. Ten feckin' years!
No, I know that and, look, it's an opportunity.
Here are five children out on the street
from a lord who has thousands of acres inherited from foreign invasion.
I mean, who has the right to the land?
We know who has the right to the land. We know that.
Is it... Is it the rich man on his own,
or is it the families that live and work that land?
What is the burning issue up and down this country?
The breakup of large estates to landless labourers.
- D'you know? - MOSSIE: I do.
I don't think we're gonna get a better chance.
- TOMMY: And we shouldn't let it pass. - That's right.
This is critical. People are angry. They're desperate.
There's no money coming from family in America because of the Depression.
We should strike now, James.
MOLLY: Think before we leap.
- We forget the bishops at our peril. - Exactly.
They've never been stronger after the Eucharistic Congress.
You saw the crowds in Dublin. They've the Government in their pocket.
They'll go for the kill.
We have supporters.
There are thousands of landless labourers outside these estates.
The rich are nervous. Fearful.
We have to keep pushing.
Ruari's right. And let me ask you this.
What is the feckin' point of this hall if we do not support these people?
MOSSIE: We built this hall with our own hands.
We put our lives into it. Heart and soul. Everything we had.
It's not just a building, it's... it's what we are.
It's everything. And we have to protect it.
Not just for ourselves, but for the youngsters coming after.
And I know from bitter experience that if you bite off more than you can chew,
you'll feckin' choke.
MAN: Exactly.
I'm sorry, lads, but that's my fear too.
MOLLY: It's time for caution.
My heart goes out to that woman in the cart.
They're too strong at the moment.
They're too wild. We have to bide our time.
FINN: I agree.
I don't think Jimmy should talk. He shouldn't speak this time.
For Christ's sake, though, they're coming after us anyway.
I mean, there's no denying that.
- I say we support this family. - Stand together.
Oonagh. You've hardly said a word.
- Mam. - Hello, Jimmy.
Sacred Heart of Jesus, Jimmy, can you thread this needle for me, please?
My eyesight is getting so bad, and I need to mend your shirt.
- Here. - Thank you.
If they drive me out again, Mam, I want you to come with me.
I mean it, Mam. I'll find a place for us both.
Maybe somewhere easier to manage. Not so isolated.
Well?
What do you think?
You need a new pair of boots.
Your other ones are very worn.
I cleaned them last night.
Now, there's His Lordship, hmm?
- He's shaking in his breeches. - Yeah.
MOSSIE: Fine day for it!
Come on!
MOSSIE: Come on then, lads. Get in there and open the doors.
Get them all off. Quick as you can.
What's going on here? This is private property!
Get off before we call the guards!
Shush your trap and get you back to the big house!
This is my home, my family's home.
I heard there was loads of room up in Gralton Hall. Go up there for you.
No more evictions without just cause.
All these people are going to jail, I promise you that!
Go back!
Down on your knees! Get on your knees!
If you... If you or your earl or anyone lays a hand on this family,
you'll get what's coming to you. Do you hear me?
You're to leave these people in peace in their own home!
- You won't get away with this. - I will get away with it.
(ALL SHOUTING)
TOMMY: There's to be no more evictions on this estate!
Come on, put the rest of the stuff back into this house. Come on.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
A chairde!
I want to introduce to you a man whom all of us know,
whom all of us trust and have confidence in.
Jimmy Gralton, come up here and say a few words.
- WOMAN: Go on, Jimmy. - (APPLAUSE)
Friends, comrades.
Who could not appreciate the magnificence of the mansion we passed?
Fertile land as far as the eye can see.
And the simplicity of this cottage.
The Earl snaps his fingers,
and our brother and sister here and their five children
are thrown onto the street.
(MURMURING)
This is the greatest lie they try to stuff down our throats,
that Ireland is one, that our nation is one,
and that we are all one people,
united in our beliefs with one common interest.
But do you think the interests of a child in the slum
are the same as the rack-renting landlord?
Do you think the interests of a labourer are the same as the Earl's?
CROWD: No.
The interests of a miner or a factory worker
the same as the owner's, his bankers', his lawyers', his investors'
and the prostitute journalists' hired to write their lies?
Some here today.
Do you think they give a damn about our old,
the sick, the unemployed, the hungry, the homeless,
and those forced to leave our shores desperate for work?
I saw the '20s in New York, with my own eyes,
and the wild speculation and greed that infected everyone.
And then I saw the bubble burst.
The crash of '29 and misery in a land of plenty.
Let's not forget how it spread round the world,
from a system steeped in illusion, exploitation and avarice.
They tried to pretend that it was destiny or an act of God,
but it was all man-made.
(CROWD MURMURS IN AGREEMENT)
We need to take control of our lives again.
Work for need, not for greed.
And not just to survive like a dog, but to live and to celebrate.
CROWD: Yes!
And to dance, to sing, as free human beings.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
JIMMY: Now, on you go into your home.
(UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC)
(GUNSHOTS)
Everybody down! Everybody down!
JIMMY: Everybody down! Get down!
- Stay down! - Everybody down!
Stay down everyone. Keep your heads down.
OONAGH: Everybody's fine.
MOLLY: Anyone hurt?
Stay where you are, stay where you are.
MOSSIE: Keep your heads down!
JIMMY: Stay down, stay down, stay down.
- Is everyone all right? - Now you're gonna have to watch your back.
Now it's started, Jimmy.
Cowardly bastards.
- (VEHICLE DRIVING AWAY) - Is that a truck driving off, you hear that?
I see no lights, but I'm sure that was a truck driving off there. D'you hear it?
- I can't be sure. - Bastards!
JIMMY: Cowards, huh?
The hall's full of women and children.
(DOOR CLICKS)
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is over 25 years since my last confession.
I would like your advice on what to do with the Pharisees who,
from the safe distance of the pulpit, have told lies,
incited hatred and encouraged the rifle squad
to attack and endanger the lives of innocent people.
FATHER SHERIDAN: What are you talking about?
I would like your advice on the sin of pride,
on those who assume they are the fount of all knowledge,
and yet do nothing but promote ignorance and superstition.
Do you want confession?
And those who try to destroy what is best in us,
our imagination, our sense of fun, by threats of damnation.
But worst of all, those who try to kill our spirit by their miserable drabness,
who have such venom in their hearts for everything they cannot control.
Gralton, this is a sacrilege.
No, I'll tell you what the sacrilege is, Reverend Father.
Having more hate in your heart than love.
Goodnight, Mary.
Can I ask you something, Father Seamus?
You can, of course.
Do you think Father Sheridan is his usual self?
It's Gralton. He's obsessed with the man.
Oh, don't worry about it, Mary. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
(WOMAN SINGING JAZZ ON GRAMOPHONE)
(KNOCKS AT DOOR)
(SINGING GETS LOUDER)
Come in.
Have a wee drop.
There you are.
Sláinte.
FATHER SHERIDAN: What's wrong with that, huh?
You know, that's the voice of a black woman.
Yeah.
Quite remarkable, huh?
Oh, Gralton came today.
He had the nerve to leave these records outside in the porch.
And he had the guts to face me in the confessional.
D'you know what he said? Hmm?
He said, "You have more hate in your heart than love."
What do you make of that?
Will it be you next, son? I'm so worried for you.
(INAUDIBLE)
(METAL CLATTERS)
Listen, what you've learned is in your heads forever. They can't destroy that.
Thank you.
These are the tactics of the Ku Klux Klan. No, thank you.
Cowardice, sneaking around in the middle of the night.
Strikes me they were keen to avoid loss of life.
Thank you.
- O'KEEFE: Sláinte. - Sláinte.
To the business ahead.
FATHER SEAMUS: So, have they found the culprits yet?
As you know, Father, Gralton had quite a few enemies in the locality.
He had a lot of friends, too,
despite our best efforts.
It's disgusting behaviour. What are we gonna do next?
Are we gonna burn down the cottage with the old woman inside?
Make no mistake, it's a disaster for the community.
And we'll all be the losers because of it.
It would be a tragedy if we turned him into a martyr.
That would be a huge mistake.
It'd be a tragedy for a decent man
to get shot in the back and lose his life, Mr O'Keefe!
O'KEEFE: "Is it Christ or Gralton?"
I think those were the words of several parish priests...
I suspect if Christ was here today,
there'd be several members of this parish
who would have Him crucified again. That's what I suspect!
MAYOR: Cut out the nonsense. I expect he'll scamper away sooner or later.
He's a bloody communist. They don't scamper like you lot.
They might make a tactical retreat, but they'll fight till their last breath.
Look what they're doing in Belfast. This is incredible.
Read that. "The Falls and Shankill Unite."
Stirring up fraternity between poor Catholics and unemployed Protestants.
FATHER SEAMUS: I'm not clear. Is that a good thing now or a bad thing?
O'KEEFE: 20,000 strikers.
They even fought against police issued with 800 rifles.
Two killed, Father, and 70 injured. Over 100,000 on the streets.
Protestants and Catholics united at the funerals.
Workers challenging the leaders of their own trade unions as sell-outs.
- That's the Reds for you. - No, that's poverty!
- O'KEEFE: Don't be so goddamn naive! - MAYOR: Calm down, gentlemen.
I apologise for raising my voice.
Speaking of Belfast. Tom Mann.
And what's he got to do with us and our problem?
GUARD: Mr Gralton. You're under arrest.
What for?
I've an order here signed personally by a member of Cabinet.
You are to be deported from the country, forthwith, as an illegal alien.
Illegal alien? Have you been drinking, officer?
- Watch your mouth. - An alien?
Sorry, Mrs Gralton.
He was born in this house. He's my son.
He also holds an American passport, Mrs Gralton.
Let me see that.
This is terrible.
- All the way from Dublin? - It is.
Minister of Justice.
What date is the hearing?
There'll be no hearing for you, Mr Gralton. It's a deportation order.
- He's not a criminal. - Come on.
No, you can't take my son.
I'm sorry, Mrs Gralton, we're under strict instructions.
Sorry, we're under strict instructions to take him in.
Well, let him change his jacket. And let me say goodbye to my son.
You have two minutes.
Get up those stairs and watch that door.
Yes, sir.
I've made some tea. You're welcome to a tea.
Thanks, Mrs Gralton.
Mrs Gralton, I remember when I was a young fella,
you used to bring books round our school.
- ALICE: What school was that? - Sacred Heart.
It was the best part of the month. We all looked forward to that.
Treasure Island, now, was my favourite.
Robert Louis Stevenson. It was always very popular.
GUARD 1: I always liked White Fang meself.
What's going on, son? What's going on here?
We were told that the British deported a fella in Belfast called Tom Mann,
some English trade union activist over to agitate,
start a general strike after those workers were shot.
No trial? That's some "fair play".
So somebody can be taken away from their own home without a trial
or being allowed to have a say?
- (BANGING ON DOOR) - GUARD 2: Mr Gralton!
- (BANGING CONTINUES) - Mr Gralton. Are you ready yet?
Get up there.
What's going on?
- GUARD 2: Door's jammed. - Then break it down.
It's stuck. He's got something...
Put your back into it, it's only a small door.
GUARD 2: He's gone through the feckin' thatch!
What do you mean he's gone?
There he is! He's off across the fields!
GUARD 1: Jesus' sake!
Shower of useless bastards!
I'm gonna get youse all fired, I swear.
Where's the key, Mrs Gralton?
I don't know. Don't know where I put it.
Oh, shite! Smash it through!
Feckin' door!
- Please, Mrs Gralton. - I don't know where I put it.
- They'll have our guts for garters! - I can't help that.
GUARD 1: Come on! Get yourself through.
- GUARD 3: What's going on here? - GUARD 1: Breathe in.
- What's going on here? - The feckin' door is locked!
- Where's the key? - Down her drawers!
He's out the back, he went through the roof.
GUARD 1: You get after him, you gobshite! He's round the back!
Get after him, would you?
Get up, you eejit, and get after him, for God's sake.
Will I pull you out, sir?
What are you coming back to me for? You should be going after him!
Sean Maguire! Come out, Sean Maguire!
SEAN: Get out of my fucking house! What the hell are you doing?
- Get out! Get out! (GROANS) - Out you come.
Jesus Christ! Bastards!
- Where's Jimmy? Where's Jimmy Gralton? - Get off me!
- Put your hands up!
- God, you fuckers! - Get the cuffs on him.
- GUARD: House empty. - Fuck.
- Where's Jimmy, Sean? - I don't fucking know!
- Where is he? - I don't know!
Get off me! You're hurting me!
Get out! Stay away from my children!
You stay away from my children!
GUARD: Come out, Mossie!
- Get out! - Where is he?
- Where's who? - Where's Gralton?
ANGELA: What's going on? Leave him alone. Leave him alone!
He's away in Dublin having a pint with de Valera!
- Whoa. - GUARD: Ah, Tommy Gilroy.
Whoa, Dixie. Whoa.
Stop there now. We're gonna have a look around, OK?
That's fine. What are you looking for?
- What is it you're looking for? - What's in the hay, Tommy?
- How are you, Tommy? - Doherty.
- Where's Gralton, Tommy? - I don't know where Gralton is.
Leave my hay alone. You won't find him in there, whatever you do.
- Sweeney, let me away up the road. - What's your rush?
I have no rush. I'm just trying to do a man's job and just take me hay home.
I don't have James Gralton. Let me away up the road, Sweeney!
(GROANS)
JIMMY: Gentlemen. Sean, great to see you.
- SEAN: You all right? - JIMMY: Aye. Hanging in there.
I'm freezing.
SEAN: There's some eggs there. Bread and milk.
Good man.
- You're still in one piece anyway. - (CHUCKLES) Still breathing.
(COUGHS)
MOSSIE: We're here now.
OONAGH: The town hall was packed for the meeting. Two to a seat.
We presented the letters of support from around the country first.
But what really infuriated them were the petitions from America.
The Mayor was there all puffed up,
and one eejit talked about a communist plot to nationalise women and children.
They didn't want to let your mother speak,
but the gallery started chanting "fair play", so they gave in.
Her hands were shaking holding her notes.
But her voice was steady.
You should have seen the look in her eye.
JIMMY: "What can a mother say when about to lose a son?
"Part of me wants to scream again as in childbirth,
"and part of me wants to ask 'What is his crime? '.
"Why is an old tin hall so dangerous?
"Am I to blame for giving him books,
"teaching the boy to think and ask questions?
"He brought back the world which he had seen to the hall he built.
"Is that the crime?
"If we can take a man from his home without a trial,
"send him off because of what is in his head.
"I may lose my child, but Ireland loses much, much more."
The gallery cheered.
The Council ignored her.
They took the letters of support and they burned them outside.
All those meetings up and down the country.
The truth is, your support is confined to the trade unions and usual friends.
The IRA are even on the fence. They don't want to upset the Church.
And the deportation stands.
Father Seamus came to see me.
He fears it'll turn the youth against the Church.
I prefer the Sheridans.
At least he has the courage of his convictions.
He said he'd go over Sheridan's head to talk to the bishop.
He'd even go to Dublin to try and make peace.
JIMMY: If?
If you promised not to build the hall again.
(JIMMY SCOFFS)
And lived a quiet, private life.
(JIMMY COUGHS)
A quiet, private life.
With you, Oonagh.
(SIGHS)
I wish with all my heart we had another life to live.
Jimmy, they've drafted in more soldiers. By the dozen.
It's only a matter of time.
God, this hurts so much.
These are our last moments, I know it.
I'm never gonna see you again.
(SOBS)
Gardai! Gardai!
Don't move, Jimmy, don't move! Don't move!
We have you now, you dirty bastard, ya! We have you now, boy!
We have you now, Jimmy! There'll be no getting away this time!
Let him stand up.
Come on now. Out.
DESSIE: What's going on here? Get out of my house!
(GUARD WHISPERS)
SERGEANT: We're nearly done here. Thanks.
Three pounds, nine shillings and thrupence ha'penny, Sergeant.
- Is that all you have? - JIMMY: Aye.
And the good news is we don't confiscate it.
The bad news is it'll be going towards paying your fare.
So, how did you find me?
Can I visit my mother to say goodbye?
Not a hope in hell.
She's frail. My last chance to see her.
I've strict orders to get you out of here and before the riff-raff come.
- Where are you taking me? - You're going straight to Cork,
and then to Cobh where we have a ship waiting for you.
(CAR APPROACHING)
Should have kept your big mouth shut, Gralton.
You always had to be cock of the walk. You had this coming to you.
Can I have a sheet of paper to write her a note?
Save your tears for the crossing.
There's a fine postal service from New York.
O'KEEFE: There he is.
- MAN 1: There's the bollocks! - MAN 2: You antichrist!
You won't set foot in our land again!
O'KEEFE: Good riddance to you Gralton, you Red bastard.
DOHERTY: You're like Charlie Chaplin with a jacket on.
This'll cheer you up. The ship waiting for you is called the Britannic.
- (LAUGHTER) - Please. Please!
Show the man some respect!
He has more courage and decency than all of you put together.
(ENGINE STARTS)
- Jimmy! - Jimmy!
- O'KEEFE: Marie. - Jimmy!
- MARIE: Jimmy! - O'KEEFE: Marie! Stay where you are!
- Jimmy! - Jimmy!
- Get back, you little fecker! - Get back!
Go on, clear off!
- Clear off, the lot of you! - BOY: Jimmy!
Clear off!
You're under arrest for kidnap!
GUARD: Get off the road or we'll run you over.
Go home!
Get off the road. Get off the road!
Get away from him.
- Don't let the bastards get you! - MARIE: We won't stop dancing.
- Don't forget to send us more records. - We'll keep dancing and dreaming.
I'm gonna teach my daughter the shim sham. We'll miss you.
- You'll write to us? - I'll send you back money for a party.
- (LAUGHS) - SERGEANT: Get this truck going.
- You're a good man, Jimmy! - Don't forget us, Jimmy.
- You won't forget us, Jimmy, will you? - Drive over 'em!
Get off the road! Get off the road! Get off the road!
Get off!
BOY: You don't deserve this, Jimmy!
Go on, Jimmy.
WOMAN: I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
WOMEN: Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liúm
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán