Black Irish

Synopsis: In South Boston, where Irish roots run deep and Catholic tradition reigns, two brothers face similar hardships but lead far different lives. While older brother Terry descends into drugs and crime, 16-year-old Cole vies to make the state baseball championships - but must struggle to withstand his brother's destructive influence. When the two inevitably clash in a life-and-death confrontation, family ties-and futures-are at stake.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Brad Gann
Production: Anywhere
  10 wins.
 
IMDB:
7.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
31%
R
Year:
2007
95 min
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[Boy]

It's been a classic pitchers'

duel with Cole McKay,

the team's closer,

digging himself

out of a hole.

Working the edges

of the plate.

It's the bottom of the ninth,

two out,

the winning run

threatening on third.

And the pitch.

Swing and a miss.

The count now 3-2.

Grady pounds his bat

on the plate in frustration.

[horn honks]

[bell tolling]

Let's have a look.

All right.

You look fine.

[door opens]

[bell tolling]

[chattering]

Get rid of the gum.

Swallow it.

[swallows hard]

Don't get

your mother upset.

[sniffling]

What's with Kathleen?

We barely even knew her.

There's absolutely

nothing wrong with her.

She loved to sing.

Go keep an eye

on your brother.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Me and Anthony

are going to a party

later on.

You wanna come?

Save it, Terry. Not now.

Yeah, whatever.

Like she's gonna hear us.

She looks really good,

considering--

This old bat looks better now

than when she was alive.

[scoffs]

How much would you pay me

if I give her a kiss?

T-Terry, not now.

She's got a piece of snot

hanging out of her

right nostril.

You think that's real,

or you think they

stuck that in there?

Cut it out.

This is Dad's sister.

So what? She never

said two words to me

or to the old man.

All right.

Well, forget that now.

She's dead,

so just say a prayer

or something.

I don't know any.

Eight years of Catholic school,

and you don't know one prayer?

Bless us, our Father,

for these, thy gifts

we are about to receive--

Not that. I'll do it.

I'll do it.

I'll be out

in the car.

[Cole] Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done--

[door opens]

on earth--

[muttering]

[door closes]

Lead us not

into temptation--

Lead us snot

into temptation.

Thank you.

[chuckling]

What are you doing, bro?

What's it look like?

Coming with us

or what?

Where to?

I already told you.

To a party, remember?

Someone invited

the two of you to a party?

[chuckling]

[scoffs]

Forget about it.

We don't need

no pure alter boy

hanging with us.

Pure as your mother.

Have you even seen

a girl yet, huh?

Look, forget it.

I just thought

since you never get out--

He coming or what?

We got him.

[rabbit cage opens]

Guys, wait up.

It's the O'Leary family.

They went to the Cape.

Big deal, right?

[chuckling]

I thought we were

going to a party.

[whispering]

Shut up!

What are you guys doing?

[dog barking]

I'll hold your coat.

You're out of your minds.

Don't puss out on us.

You're the only one

who can squeeze through.

No, forget it.

I'm not doing this.

Quit dicking around

and do as I say.

Get off of me!

Trying to say something, huh?

I can't hear you.

The only thing I hear is,

"Okay, Terry, I'll do it."

You're both a**holes.

We lower you in,

you go upstairs

and you open the door,

okay?

Okay?

Bingo!

[clock chiming]

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, buttercup.

Wake up.

[clock chiming]

[Boy]

What you got, man?

Anything good?

[Terry]

Watches.

[Boy mutters, chuckles]

Oh, Terry!

Come here.

Check this out.

Nice.

I'm keeping this, all right?

Yeah.

[car approaches]

[Terry]

Sh*t!

Let's go.

[Boy]

Pop.

Where's my brother?

Forget about him.

O'Leary's in

the driveway, man!

Cole! Cole!

Get up!

Come on, get up!

Cole, pick your feet up!

Come on.

Get up!

[door unlocking]

[Man]

Hey! Who the hell is that?

Open the goddamn door!

Come on!

Come on, get up!

Open the door!

[knocking]

Kathleen,

I've brought you something.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Should call this

"morning, afternoon

and evening" sickness.

I know you can't eat it now,

but I made you a sandwich.

It's important you eat.

Oh, God, Ma, get it out.

Peanut butter.

I can smell it.

You need the protein.

I need to feel normal again.

I know. I know.

Does this mean

you're not mad at me?

Don't get

the wrong idea, Katie.

I'm still mad at you

and that boyfriend of yours,

but we'll get everything

taken care of.

You know what

we discussed, Ma?

It's not such

a terrible thing.

No child of mine

is having an abortion.

Oh, no.

[dog whines]

[Dad]

No running

in the house!

Kid listens good.

What's with you?

My rabbit.

I forgot to give her

her medicine.

Didn't make it, huh?

Looks like it's gonna be

rabbit fricassee tonight.

[chuckles]

Why don't you fellas

go on ahead?

I'll meet you later.

If I'm late, I want

a 20 on Early Warning.

You got that?

No problemo, Des.

Yeah, I'd hustle if I was you.

There's some good picks

out there today.

Oh, I know it.

You think you can get one

past your old man, huh?

[door opens]

What do you mean?

[door closes]

When you were crying

like a girl, I smelled

booze on your breath.

You can't have it

both ways.

Either you cry like a girl

or you drink like a man.

What's it gonna be?

You think you can drink

like a man at your age,

then follow through

and do it.

As my father used to say,

"Save the tears

for the cemetery

'cause they're wasted

on me."

Go ahead.

Maybe you

shouldn't drink, either.

What did you say?

Nothing.

You know, maybe when I ask you

what I should or shouldn't do,

you'll know you're

old enough to tell me.

Drink.

[spits]

[retching]

Clean up the mess.

Any of your friends

want a drink,

you know where to send 'em.

[growling]

Not again.

That's my goddamn shoe.

[growling continues]

Fine.

Didn't fit right, anyway,

you woolly-headed

son of a b*tch.

[Priest]

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

[Cole]

Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

How long has it been

since your last confession?

My last confession

was about a week a--

a m-month ago.

Go on, young man.

I've had impure thoughts.

I, uh, lied to my mother

a while back,

and my father.

I swore during

the Red Sox game when

Varitek booted the bunt

and they lost.

I got drunk

and robbed a house.

Could you repeat that?

I--

I've had impure thoughts.

No.

The last part.

You mean getting drunk

and robbing-- robbing a house.

This is very disturbing, Cole.

You know--

All those Sundays

with you beside me,

I should hope

I recognize your voice.

Father, I feel terrible.

My brother

suckered me in.

Terry is not the issue here.

You've gotta be

stronger than that.

There's a lot of bad

in the world,

and it's easy to gravitate

toward the bad.

Be left by the wayside.

Do you understand?

Yes, Father.

[sighs]

I want you

to think about

the clearest, purest thing

that God has given you.

Do you have any idea

what that could be?

Keep you focused.

It's baseball.

Baseball?

[sighs]

What about your plans

to go into the priesthood?

Father, you asked a question.

That's what came out.

All you got

is that one pitch.

Sooner or later,

I'm gonna catch up to it.

Come on.

Let me see it.

Let me see it.

[clatter, cat yowls]

That was our only ball.

[Woman] Hey!

What are you looking at?

You old hagged-up b*tch!

Watch your mouth!

[window closes]

I guess the game's over, then.

Cole, don't think you're

anything special, okay?

When it's a money pitch,

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