In the Name of the Father

Come to me

Come lie beside me

And don't deny me your love

Make sense of me

Walk through my doorway

Don't hide in the hallway

oh, love

Step over

I'll follow you down

In the name of whisky

In the name of song

You didn't look back

You didn't belong

In the name of reason

In the name of hope

In the name of religion

In the name of dope

In the name of freedom

You drifted away

To see the sun shining

On someone else's day

In the name of United

And the BBC

In the name of Georgie Best

And LSD

In the name of the Father

And His wife, the Spirit

You said you did not

They said you did

In the name ofjustice

In the name of fun

In the name of the Father

In the name of the Son

Call to me

No one is listening

I'm waiting to hear from you, love

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 accurate as I can

with names, dates and places...

anything that might help

in our defence.

To explain howl happened

to be in England in 1974...

at the time of the bombing...

I'd better take you back

to Northern Ireland, where I come from.

Belfast in the early '70s was 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 f***'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 f***ing shoot us?

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

I can't get a bead on him.

Shoot him

before he f***ing kills us!

F***ing bastards!

All right, hurry up

and tell Mr Kelly, love.

Two suspects proceeding

back west...

Mr Kelly!

Bastards!

We have to move the guns.

You go and move the gear.

Right. Everyone out now!

Come on!

Get out of the f***ing 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!

Go on, Gerry!

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!

F***ing 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!

Move it!

Get that child out of here now!

Move that child!

Shoot that f***ing gas now!

Come and f***ing get us now,

you bastards!

Let him go, you bastards!

F***ing b*tch!

You okay?

- I got a friend wants to talk to you.

- Oh, f***'s sake.

Hey, 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 now?

- We weren't robbing no houses.

- Don't f*** with me.

Suddenly you're a good boy?

- Have you been robbing houses again?

- We weren't robbing houses.

Search him.

Did you get away all right?

- Aye.

- Who was it?

- It was those two.

- Those two?

- That isn't mine. It isn't.

- Peter?

Shoot the bastards!

They're always robbing our houses!

F*** you!

Daddy, Daddy,

the IRA has our Gerry.

Go on, showme.

Yo, give him that.

Right, Tommo, lad.

Tommo, get their trousers down.

I f***ing warned you, Danny.

- Peter, we didn't do nothing, honestly.

- Give you a break?

What's she saying?

What are we supposed to have done?

This is what I'm gonna give you.

Nowget your trousers down.

You just ran into the house

where we had all that gear.

What was I supposed to know?

I was trying to get away from the Brits.

'Cause you were

stealing lead again, weren't you?

You were stealing lead.

- Shut up, Danny!

- They were shooting at us.

- 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.

- F***'s sake.

- F***ing Tarzan.

Look at the balls on him!

Jesus! Christ!

Peter! Peter!

They're only young.

Give 'em a chance.

We werejust trying

to scare some sense into them.

He was stealing lead again.

He ran through one of our houses

and started all this sh*t.

Did you start all this?

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.

- Pull up your trousers.

Come back here!

- We've never had a thiefin our family.

- We've never had nothing in our family.

- Will you get ajob?

- You know we can't getjobs.

I have ajob.

Do 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, Giuseppe.

No family life there.

Oh, give over, Ma.

I'm gonna 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 nowforever.

I'll be surprised ifhe 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.

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'd 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 Giuseppe

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.

F***'s sake, Gerry!

- Still a head case.

- James Bond, license to kill.

Look at you... you're a f***ing nervous

wreck. What's the matter with you?

I'm glad to get outta Belfast.

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

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