In the Name of the Father Page #2

in your prime

Didn't you

I arrived in London

on the 26th ofJune.

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.

- But it's a map, Gerry.

London's a big place, you know.

What I was really looking for

was free love and dope.

I think it's this way.

Paddy?

- Yeah, what is it?

- We're looking for Paddy.

- Paddy who?

- Paddy from Belfast. Paddy Armstrong.

- There's some people here to see you!

- Who is it?

Some Irish boys.

Jesus! Gerry Conlon.

What about you, Paddy?

Thought you was the drug squad.

Come on in.

There you go.

Welcome to Xanadu.

Hi.

Jesus f***ing wept.

Neat, ain't it?

Deptford Jim.

- Paul Hill. Gerry Conlon from home.

- Right.

Before you can enter the circle...

you have to have

the rite of passage.

Open your mouth.

I enjoyed that.

They can't stay.

- There's not enough room.

- Jim!

Our rule:

No property. No law.

- Just love.

- All right, let's vote on it.

If you want Gerry and...

- What's your name?

- Paul.

We're gonna call you

"Saddest Moon."

- F*** off.

- Right?

If you want Gerry and Saddest Moon

to stay, raise your hands.

Four, five, six...

- Put your hand up, Paddy.

- Right.

- Eight.

- Looks like we're staying then.

What shall we call you then?

You can call me "Wild One."

Here, hold on. Come here.

Get off, all right?

What's the f***ing problem?

They have dead pig in here.

Just some sausages.

We're all vegetarians here.

I am a vegetarian.

We're both vegetarians.

I was just taking them sausages

to me Auntie Annie's.

I have to be around there now. I'll be

back in a few minutes, all right?

Be back in a few minutes.

Piggy.

And Porky.

Is she related to the

Royal Family or something?

Aye, she's fifth in line

to the throne.

Ferguson's sausages... only good thing

that came out of that godforsaken place.

- Would you like some more?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- We better make tracks.

- Won't you stay? I've the bed made up.

You're very kind, but we need

a bit of space, Auntie Annie.

We're forming a band

and that there.

Aye. A rock band.

Where are you staying?

- The address, you mean?

- Uh-huh.

- Fillmore.

- Fillimore.

Fillimore Road.

It's number 60...

something...

the number dropped off the door.

What do you mean,

the number dropped off the door?

Well, would you let me have it

when you find out what it is?

- Aye.

- And would you phone your mother?

Aye.

There's only one problem.

It doesn't have a phone.

Hello, Marian. Any problems?

- Is it all there?

- Yeah.

Okay.

We're in business.

Watch the cracks.

Watch the cracks.

It's not fair.

Their skirts are covering the cracks.

He's cheating!

- I'm a referee!

- He's cheating.

- That wasn't too far away, was it?

- Is that a bomb, Paddy?

It's getting more like home.

Hello? Hold on, hold on.

Giuseppe. Giuseppe.

Long-distance call.

- What?

- Long-distance call.

- Go ahead.

- Hello?

- Ask him for the money.

- Hey, Da.

- It's Gerry speaking.

- Son.

- Hi. Howare you doing?

- I'm fine. Howare you?

It's been six weeks

since you've been in touch.

I know. Sorry about that.

I've been a bit busy.

It'sjust your ma's a bit worried,

you know. You still going to Mass?

- Aye, every Sunday. Like clockwork.

- Good.

- Are you working?

- I have a couple of things going here.

Ah, good.

And are you safe?

- How do you mean?

- From all the bombs.

Aye, you could just hear them

in the distance like, but...

Sorry about that.

- Are you stuck?

- How do you mean, Da?

Are you short of cash?

Uh, no. No, I'm flush

at the moment.

No problem.

No, I have plenty of money.

All right.

And, Gerry, keep in touch.

- Aye. All right. Bye-bye, Da.

- All right, son. I'll tell your ma...

Bye.

Sorry about that.

We've enough for chips.

Sorry, we'd only

enough money for two chips.

Are you all right?

What?

There's bombs everywhere.

People have been hurt.

There they are.

It's the Irish.

Bringing all their troubles

over here again.

Aye, it's all right when it happens

over in Belfast. You f***ing prick!

I've seen people killed

in front of my f***ing eyes!

- You stupid f***ing prick!

- Go home! F*** you!

I don't f***ing believe this.

I'm getting out of here.

- Are you coming, Paddy?

- Where are you gonna sleep?

Ah, no problem. We'll sleep

in the park or something.

- I'll see you soon, sweetheart.

- Take care.

- Mind your f***ing manners!

- Prick.

Troops have entered

the Ardoyne area ofWest Belfast...

since the collapse of the provisional

IRA cease-fire over the weekend.

Yeah, I'm watching it.

Civilians have been evacuated, and there

are reports of casualties in many areas.

- Both sides are blaming each other...

- Okay, I'll take care ofit.

That's it. 8:
00 tonight.

No warning.

That's my place.

Youse are sitting there too long.

CB... Charlie Burke.

That's me.

I carved my initials

with this penknife.

No problem, Charlie.

No problem. Whatever you say.

Closing the park.

Park closing now.

- Easy with the feet there, Charlie.

- It's a big bench, you know?

There's room for three of us here.

You're Irish too, aren't you?

I come over here

when I was about your age.

Did you ever think

of going home, Charlie?

Ah, sh*t.

There's nothing for me

over there now.

- Closing the park!

- Could you lend us a few shillings?

I was gonna ask you the same.

- Gerry, we've no money left.

- It's all I have.

Well, now, like I wouldn't like

to take all your money.

No problem.

Catch you again, Charlie.

- Come on. It's not even 8:00 yet.

- All right, all right.

We must'vejust said good night

to Charlie Burke when the bomb went off.

All we were concerned about was

where we were gonna sleep that night.

We'd no money

in our pockets.

We hadn't even the bus fare to Guildford

even if we'd known where it was.

No f***ing way I'm going

back to Belfast.

I tell you that.

- Hey, blondie.

- Hey, sexy.

- You dropped something.

- Back off, paddy.

She's outta your league.

Here.

It's her f***ing keys.

I'm going in.

We should give 'em back, Gerry.

Put 'em through the letter box.

Put the keys back

in the letter box, Gerry.

Jesus Christ,

howmuch money is there?

I got 700 from

the hooker's apartment.

I did feel a little bit

guilty about that.

We spent that night

in a hotel.

The next day we went and bought

the same clothes... the same trousers...

samejackets,

even the same shoes.

Hey, mister,

has your coat got fleas?

Who are those two gorgeous

women in the kitchen?

- Did you miss me, Bridie?

- Look at Gerry. He's a hippie!

Daddy, look at the money!

- Do you want it?

- Oh, my God!

Do you wanna be in my gang?

Yes, Gerry, I wanna be in your gang.

I wanna be in your gang.

- Over here.

- Take it easy.

Steady. Calm it down.

Just calm it down.

It's my money!

It's mine!

Calm it down. Stop it.

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