In the Name of the Father

Hello, hello? Good.

I never said thank you for taking up our case.

Never thought I'd trust an English person again,

especially a lawyer.

Anyhow, I'll be as brief and accurate as I can

with names, dates, and places,

anything that might help in our defense.

To explain how I happened to be in England in 1974

at the time of the bombing,

I better take you back to Northern Ireland, where I come from.

See, Belfast in the early '70s was total chaos.

It was strange to see soldiers on the street,

all of them terrified of the civilian population,

any one of whom could be an IRA gunman.

I was just a petty thief, stealing scrap metal.

In Belfast, that was a dangerous occupation.

Get down, Gerry, for fuck's sake.

Tommo!

The IRA had already given me three warnings,

and when a British patrol mistook me for a gunman,

that got me into real trouble.

Is he trying to fucking shoot us!

There's a sniper. There's a sniper! He's up there!

I can't get a bead on him.

Shoot him before he fucking kills us!

Fucking bastards!

All right, hurry up and tell Mr. Kelly, love.

Two suspects proceeding back west...

Mr. Kelly!

Murderers!

Okay, we're gonna have to move the guns.

You go and move the gear, eh? Hurry up.

Right, everyone out now! Come on!

Get out of the fucking way! The Brits is after us.

The Brits is after us!

The Brits are after us!

In here! In here! Gerry!

Come on, come on. This way, lads.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Looks like they're coming out of everywhere.

They're right in front of us, boys.

Who is it? It's Conlon.

Grab him.

It's your brother, your brother Gerry.

Oh, my God!

Get the women out of there!

Fucking English bastards!

They've started a riot to cover the sniper.

If we can isolate him, we can grab him.

Let's go, lads.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move it!

Get that blasted child out of here!

Get that child out of here now!

Let's move. Come on, lads.

Come on! Come on! Go! Go! Go!

Move that child!

Shoot that fucking gas now!

Come and fucking get us now, you bastards!

Let him go, you bastards!

Fucking bitch!

You okay?

I got a friend wants to talk to you.

Oh, fuck's sake! Come on. We can do this

the easy way or the hard way, all right?

Let's be smart. Come on.

They're taking your brother away!

Where are you going? Where are you going?

We weren't robbing no houses.

Don't fuck with me. Suddenly you're a good boy?

Have you been robbing people's houses again?

We weren't robbing houses!

Search him. Did you get away all right?

Aye. Who was it?

Those two?

That isn't mine!

Peter. It isn't.

Shoot the bastards! They're always robbing our houses!

Fuck you!

Daddy! Daddy!

The IRA has our Gerry.

Go on, show me.

Yo, give him that.

Right, come on, lads.

Right, Tommo, get the trousers down.

I fucking warned you, Danny.

We didn't do nothing, honestly.

Give you a break? What's she saying about us?

What are we supposed to have done?

This is what I'm gonna give you.

Now, get your trousers down.

You just ran into a house where we had all that gear,

and we've almost lost it.

What was I supposed to know? I was just trying to get away from the Brits.

'Cause you were stealing lead again, weren't you?

You were stealing lead. Shut up!

They were shooting at us. Shut up.

Get the strides down now. Why?

'Cause you'll get cloth in the wound

and lose your leg, that's why.

Come on, Peter. Give us a few slaps.

You don't have to shoot us. Fuck's sake.

Fucking Tarzan.

Look at the balls on him!

Jesus Christ!

Peter! Peter!

They're only young. Give them a chance.

We were just trying to scare some sense into them.

He was stealing lead again.

He ran through one of our houses and started all this shit.

Did you start all this?

Here, he'll never survive in this town. Never.

This is the last time.

You two blow.

And, Danny, it's the last time.

The same for you, Conlon. Let's go, lads.

Come back here.

We've never had a thief in our family.

We've had nothing in our family.

Will you get a job?

We can't get jobs. You know we can't get jobs.

I have a job.

You want me to work as a bookie's clerk?

I want you to have some respect.

Aye, respect for who?

For yourself.

We're getting you out of here.

He'll do no growing up in England, Guiseppe.

No family life there.

Give over, Ma.

I'm going to miss the boat.

What's that? Sausages for your Aunt Annie.

Jesus Christ, Ma.

Here you are, son.

Here, let me do that.

All right, I'm ready. Where are you going?

I'll walk with you.

Do you not trust me to get on the boat?

I'm sure I'll be back when I'm a millionaire, Gran.

Good luck. God bless.

I love you, son.

Cheerio, Gerry.

Behave yourself, Ann.

Cheerio, Gerry.

Bye, Bridie.

He's gone now, forever.

I'll be surprised if he lasts a month.

Did I ever tell you the time I jumped ship?

Jumped overboard about 200 yards out to sea...

Swam back to this godforsaken place.

Why did you swim back?

There was a woman involved.

Oh, aye?

It was when I was healthy, before you were born.

What was her name?

Aye, you know her name.

You know your own mother's name. Sarah.

Sarah Maguire she was.

Then she had the misfortune to change it to Conlon.

Boarding all passengers.

All second-class passengers boarding now.

Boarding all passengers.

All second-class passengers boarding now.

Go and live.

Go and live, Son.

That's the best advice I can give you.

Remember, honest money goes further.

Honest money goes further.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

He had a cliche for every occasion.

I'll give you a call.

Right, Son.

I ran up the gangplank to get away from him

and then I suddenly felt bad about it.

I decided to turn back

to call him Guiseppe for the first time in my life.

When I turned around, he had already walked away.

I just called after him.

Good-bye, Da!

Then I met my old schoolmate, Paul Hill.

Little did I know that after meeting him my life would change forever.

You're under arrest.

Fuck's sake, Gerry!

Still a head case. James Bond, license to kill.

Look at you, you're a fucking nervous wreck. What's the matter with you?

I'm glad to get outta Belfast.

Whoo!

Where're you going?

I'm going to London. What about you?

The same.

I need a drink.

Aye, I'm skint. I'll let you buy me one.

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime Didn't you?

I arrived in London on the 26th of June.

My mother had given me the address of my Aunt Annie,

but I had an invitation to a hippie commune

from my old friend Paddy Armstrong.

Jesus, Gerry, we've been walking around for hours.

It's only that big on the map.