Angel

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You've got an audience.

Give her the soldier's song.

What's your name?

It's a saxophone.

Now, come on lads, it's not

the bloody Hall Orchestra

It's not the Albert Hall.

Van Morrison, eat your heart out.

Here he is lads, the "Stan Getz"

of South Armagh.

Where's the girl?

What girl?

She comes with the hall.

Have we been here before?

Aye. They liked us too.

We got a bigger crowd than Dickie Rock.

Are they paying us danger money?

Now, now lads. We're musicians,

and music hath charms.

Are you developing a lisp?

Smart-arse.

Where is the band-room in this kip?

It's in the back there.

And tell Dee to make it snappy.

I think he's developing a lisp.

Who?

Your man.

A bit more round the eyes.

Give over.

That's nice.

I have to look good.

To keep you boys in business.

You always do.

Will you be around later?

Ask my manager.

F*** your manager.

Aye, maybe I will ..

Don't.

Give over will you, and zip me up.

See you later.

You're not coming in?

It's for my saxophone.

Come on.

She's with me.

Rules of the hall. No passes.

I love you.

Two pounds.

Now you happy?

She's not worth half that.

Are you, honey?

Will we dance?

Do you come here often?

Aye, you do don't you.

You shouldn't smile so much.

It will set people thinking.

It's time you were on stage.

You look after her now.

Come on, let's show them sunshine.

Stop them all holding up the walls.

Good, isn't he?

That good he's ridiculous.

Look, uh .. I'm going to have to

leave you. I've got things to do.

I said I've got things to do.

That's better.

You call this a honeymoon?

Aye. He does, he calls it a honeymoon.

Ah leave him be. My John is sentimental.

This is the place where he picked me up.

You love that, don't you.

Aye, but am I any good?

You're not bad.

Louis, let's dance.

You know I can't dance.

Come on, it's my wedding day.

"Well, you only want to live, but

you've got to get every part of me."

"You've got to get to the heart of me."

"I haven't got a gun in my hand."

"And I haven't got a ticket

to the promised land."

"I'm a woman, you're man."

Good, aren't they.

"I'm not looking for a

guide to the body's soul."

You get the f*** out!

You little sh*t.

Now you stay away from me

and my band. Do you hear me?

Don't come round here again!

You can just go and sing for your money.

I'm protected already.

Now I'm warning you. Don't

you come near me again.

Or you'll find yourself missing a

kneecap. That's an order .. get out!

Why aren't you up there?

They don't need me for this.

Did you used to play the Las Vegas?

They had a sax-man was just like you.

We all look just the same.

Going to ask me to dance?

Will you dance?

I can't. I'm married.

What the f*** you doing talking to him?

Nothing.

Come on .. come on.

Dee?

Dee!

So .. you asked your manager.

Sorry, I thought you were her.

Her that sings.

You're too young.

You really like him that much, eh?

Where the hell is he?

You go home with Bill. I'll take him.

Tell him where to put it too.

It's a "wishing tree".

Are you alright?

Is this what they taught

you in convent school?

You can't hear me, can you?

You're beautiful.

Did you hear that?

Blow the hall if you like lads,

but leave me be.

You were making payments.

I was told to.

You've been a bad boy.

Who the f*** is she?

It doesn't matter who she is.

Go on.

Why didn't you stay?

Come on .. come on! I'll help you.

I'll teach you to sing.

Jesus .. Christ ..

It's so quiet now, out there.

You'd think it was ..

What?

Paradise.

What do you know Mr Bloom?

Nothing more than you do.

You're supposed to ask me questions.

Yes.

Did they ever discuss

business with you?

Just music.

Why did he stay behind?

I suppose he was waiting for me.

Did he .. recognize them?

I don't remember.

Here. Have a look at these.

Just say whatever comes into

your mind. Anything at all.

No-one saw you Danny.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Remember that, now.

I saw feet .. have you pictures of feet?

Hey you!

Where do you get your shoes?

What's it like out there?

Haven't you been out yet?

The day of the funeral was like heaven.

You could see the mountains.

What happened Danny?

Won't you tell me?

Don't you remember?

He had the whole band insured.

Like he expected something.

Bill's got a hall down in Balally.

He's bought a Mercedes van. He's going

to manage us. He's going to try.

He's got your sax there .. waiting.

He wants you back Danny.

Can he have you?

Where were you Dee?

I was calling you.

Don't.

I wanted to do this to you.

Then I did it to someone else.

Auntie Mae.

And where have you been?

I was touring. You always are.

Put on the kettle, Mae.

Why, none of our breed's got sense.

Always chasing glitter.

Music, lights .. anything that glitters.

May as well chase shadows.

It's got charms, Mae.

Who told you that one?

He did.

Dear Ben .. where did it get him?

It got him you.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

I remember you playing in

the bandstand at Portstewart.

And me looking on .. proud as punch.

The wind whipping

around your wee ankles.

A dark lady .. and a government man.

I used to read them around here

until it got too uncomfortable.

They kept turning up black.

Who wants to pay to

see the ace of spades?

Am I going to cross water, Mae?

When the last day comes I think everyone

will turn up black. All over this city.

Thousands and thousands of aces of

spades on the same day at the same hour.

And they know it.

What do they say?

I've lost the knack, son.

You plays the tune.

I've lost my saxophone.

We've all lost something.

You'll remember him in here.

Goodnight.

Goodnight Mae.

Could you accent that a bit more?

It was a bit quiet that time.

Right .. after four.

One , two .. one, two, three, four.

"Looking at you."

"You're not the same anymore."

"What can I do?"

"To stop you going through that door?"

"Light a cigarette .."

Hey!

Somebody down there ..

Oh, for Christ's sake ..

Oh, it's you.

You told me to come.

We did that.

And I'm here.

The lads were .. superstitious.

They wouldn't come back.

Couldn't do without you though.

No?

We hung on to your sax.

I suppose you were wondering about it?

No.

Forgotten how ..

Don't give us that Danny.

You couldn't forget.

It's my hand.

Try "Thicker Than Water".

Just like before.

Do I make you nervous?

Don't worry about it Danny.

You'll get it back.

"Love is thicker than water, baby."

"And deeper than wine."

"You've had a change of heart."

"I wish that somebody changed mine."

Why'd you come in like that?

Like what?

Like a ghost.

I just came in.

The "Stan Getz" of South Armagh.

You're still good you know.

What we need is a bit of glitter.

New suits .. nice jackets.

Long straight lapels down to

about here. And gold clasps.

Long jackets .. with a black or silver

stripe down the side of the pants.

And a flare .. an inset flare.

What colour do you think?

Pink.

Why pink?

It's a nice colour.

What do you think of pink?

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