Closing the Ring Page #6

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for a wee while.

But I've nowhere to go.

Yes, you have.

What's all that for?

I want you to do something for me.

I need to know if she's all right.

Who?

I want you to go to America.

I think you should

take it back to her.

All right?

Listen, you Republican shite

the IRA can be most unpleasant.

But if you mess with us,

you won't recognise

your granny's body.

Who are you?

Friends of Mr Maguigan.

He says you'll help us

find Cathal Thomas.

We know he's around here,

and up there in the mountain.

All you have to do

is lead us to him.

Yes.

We're watching,

Jimmy Every second.

I'll get it.

Yes?

It's me... I'm really sorry,

I had to call you.

Please, I need some help.

Jimmy?

I found a body, on the mountain.

I found a body!

What are you saying?

What are you telling me?

They never found a body.

Don't you tell me that,

you little bastard!

I'm an old woman,

and I wanna be left alone.

No, it's the IRA.

They buried a man on the mountain.

I found him.

I have to get out of Belfast.

Mr Quinlan said I should ask you.

What do you want me to do?

Can I come and stay?

What, come here?

Please, just for a wee while.

Please.

But I don't even know you.

Mr Quinlan wants me

to bring you the ring.

I could give it to you... Please.

Just for a couple of weeks,

till it blows over.

Well all right, you can come.

Hey, Jack.

Chuck.

Good trip?

The worst.

This one is Teddy's.

Yeah.

Looks like you got yourself

a story there

Yeah.

She been crying?

No.

I have.

What happened to you?

Oh, I got shot up over Bremen.

Plexiglas in my eye

I might lose it.

I can't fly, can't even shoot.

I'm out of the war.

Ethel Ann is looking after me now.

That's good seeing how he

wanted you to take care of her.

He should have asked you, Jack.

She doesn't love me,

but I know she could love you.

I wish he'd asked you, Jack.

Well, he didn't.

And we promised.

You're the man, Chuck.

Let's do this.

Hi, Jack.

You better come inside.

What the hell is going on here?

She doesn't tell me a damn thing,

just someone is coming to visit.

Who?

Where from?

Ireland.

Belfast.

Belfast?

I don't wanna leave her alone,

Jack,

but I can't

take much more of this.

All right.

Go on, get out of here,

both of you.

You look like hell.

You wanted me to grieve

Would you go to

the airport for me, please?

I'll send Peter.

No, I want you to go yourself.

I don't even know who this guy is.

Neither do I.

Marie says he's from Belfast.

Well,

that is none of her business.

Look

Ethel you have got to talk to her.

Will you take your hands off me?

And who the hell

do you know in Belfast?

Who is this guy?

His name is Jimmy Reilly,

he's arriving at 12.10 tonight

on American 301.

Would you meet him at the airport?

You listen to me!

If you don't talk to Marie now,

you're gonna lose her.

She's gonna go.

You just tell her what happened,

she'll understand.

Listen to me.

All the love she ever got

was from her daddy.

All the kisses and hugs and

bedtime stories

and cuddles never from me

You think now

she will understand why?

I think you should

give her the chance.

Well that's what I intend to do.

Now, please go.

No, don't do that, please.

Just... come on in.

I'm sorry.

I'm real glad you're safe.

Look at that foot.

Must be hard for you,

not racing around.

Yeah.

- Let me take these.

- Thanks.

Did they find a body?

No.

So there's no proof?

Ethel Ann, he's gone.

We could arrange

a memorial service.

Why?

We're the only ones

who will remember him.

There's no family now.

No children.

Was that his case I saw you

put in the hall?

I brought his things

back for you, yeah.

Let's bring it in.

Open it up.

There's plenty of time for that.

No.

No, let's do it now

Please.

Hiya.

You must be Jimmy.

How do you do?

I'm great.

I'm just great.

Come in, please.

Oh, thank you.

Through there.

Why did you do this?

This is Jack's son, Peter.

Jimmy Reilly.

Hello.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Let me take that.

And this is my daughter, Marie.

Jimmy Reilly.

Hello... How do you doody?!

Did we speak on the phone?

Sit down, Jimmy.

How was the flight?

Oh, it was fantastic.

Well, not all the way.

We had to fly to London first

then right across to New York.

And they gave us meals and all.

No charge.

And they had little

things of salt and pepper,

sachets, I've got some here.

And they had little bottles of Irish.

Free.

And there was a film.

And then we had to fly

from London to New York,

then from New York to Detroit,

and from Detroit to Branagan.

And it was really fantastic.

Jack, do you remember

when we used to take two,

three, maybe four days

to do the same thing?

We'd have to go from Belfast

to Iceland to Newfoundland.

Yes.

Dad... you all right?

Yeah, why don't you take

these cases upstairs.

Oh, thank you,

but this one is for you.

Mind if I put this on your table?

No, go ahead.

Just let me get the flowers there.

They made me open it up.

This whole thing is for me?

Yes.

They couldn't believe

what I had inside.

Look at this.

Part of the aileron.

Starboard wing.

And these are switches from

the radio operator's position.

And this is a piece of

Plexiglas curved,

from a gun turret.

And this... a pressure gauge.

Oxygen.

They had to breathe oxygen,

you know, they went that high.

Oh Jesus Christ.

All right, momma, that is enough.

Tell me what

this is about right now.

Look... is this all right?

I mean, this stuff

is just fantastic

for me and I just thought would

you like to see the ring?

The what?

The ring.

It's my secret Mr Quinlan said

I can't keep secrets, but I can.

Except I told Mr Jack in the car.

What are you talking about?

I found it on Black Mountain.

Where the plane crashed.

In the war The B-17.

The B-17?

A B-17 'G' turret

It had the new chin it had double

And that's where I found the ring.

What ring?

Whose ring?

Mr Gordon's.

Well, your dad's.

Before he was, you know killed.

In Belfast?

Yes.

Are you just gonna

let this happen?

My daddy wasn't killed in Belfast.

He died here

a couple of months ago.

And his name wasn't Gordon,

it was Harris.

Chuck Harris.

Wasn't it, mom?

Of course, he couldn't be

your dad You're too young.

Shall I put these away?

Maybe you don't

have a place for them.

I have a place.

Peter,

there's some tools out back.

A crowbar, some hammers.

Would you bring them to me,

please?

What... now?

Yes,

I need to take down this wall.

Stop, momma!

Don't

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy!

This was daddy's house!

You are not going to smash it up.

This was

never your daddy's house.

He just let you believe it.

Then whose house is this?

Which of you gentlemen is

going to bring me the tools?

That's what you really want?

He kept all your letters.

I guess you don't

have a place for these.

Oh, I have a place.

Did he have any photographs,

postcards?

Pocket.

Right side.

He never even got to write these.

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