In the Name of the Father Page #4

I can see it in your face.

I can see all that hatred.

So why don't you just

let it off your chest...

before it starts to mess up

with your mind?

Give me the f***ing statement.

For f***'s sake,

give me the statement.

Give me a f***ing pen.

Right, that's my f***ing name there.

You can write what you like.

All right, nice and easy.

Come on.

- Paul! What's going on?

- Gerry!

They stuck a f***ing gun

in my mouth!

So I told 'em

a lot of bullshit!

- Why did you give 'em my f***ing name?

- I'm sorry!

It's f***ing mad!

Lt'll be laughed out of f***ing court!

Lt'll be laughed

out of f***ing court!

The four of us were split up.

I was taken to

South London Remand Centre.

You can check the dates, Gareth.

Kill that f***er!

You f***ing son

of an Irish cow!

Kick that Irish f***ing ass!

- What is that?

- Delousing.

I don't have f***ing lice.

I don't want that.

You have no choice, mate.

You'll never clean the scum

off that...

Okay, Conlon.

Go see the room, shall we?

Come on, Mr Conlon.

We got your son.

Let's go.

Da!

Is that you, son?

- Da, here!

- Where are you?

Don't harm my father.

Don't harm my father!

- Are you all right, son?

- Don't kill him!

Come on, move along.

Move along. Come on, you.

- F*** you!

- Shut up, you!

- Shut up!

- On the floor!

You look f***ing brave now.

What the f***

are you doing here, Da?

I come over to your Aunt Annie's

to get you a lawyer.

They arrested everybody

in the house.

What?

- What for, f***'s sake?

- Conspiracy to murder.

Oh, no.

Oh, f***'s sake, no. Geez.

Did you do it?

Did you do it, son?

No, I did not!

Of course I f***ing

didn't do it, f***'s sake!

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- What?

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- Like what?

Why do you always followme?

Why do you always followme

when I do something wrong?

Why can't you followme

when I do something right?

- What are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?

- I'm talking about the medal.

- What medal?

What f***ing medal?

What f***ing medal?

The only f***ing medal that was ever

in our house. That f***ing medal.

The medal I won at football.

And you sat on the sidelines

shouting instructions...

like you could only see

what I was doing...

you couldn't even

f***ing play football...

and you could only see

what I was doing wrong.

I could never do anything

good enough for you.

And after the game,

you came up to me and said...

"Gerry, did you foul the ball?"

And I walked away from you, remember?

I walked away into the dressing room.

You followed me in there and said again,

"Gerry, did you foul the ball?"

All the other fathers were in there

laughing at you...

calling you "Poor Giuseppe."

And I ran out, and I hid,

and I wrote your name on the ground...

your stupid Giuseppe f***ing name...

I wrote it in the dirt,

and I f***ing pissed on it!

I pissed on it...

because I did foul the ball.

What did it matter? We won.

For once in our lives, we won.

You ruined that medal for me! I took it

to the pawn, and they laughed at me.

- They wouldn't give me 50 pence for it.

- This is shock.

And that's when I started to rob,

to prove that I was no good.

- Delayed shock.

- Never mind delayed shock.

I've been like this

since I was seven.

I remember Mammy said to me,

"Don't upset Giuseppe. He's not well."

Oh, dear Lord, he's not well.

So we'd tiptoe around the house.

Like this, tiptoeing around the house.

"Not well, you know. He's not well."

Then I got Holy Communion.

I thought I was eating you alive.

Is it my fault you weren't well?

Why did you have to be sick

all your life, Giuseppe?

What'd you have to be sick

all your life for?

When that mad bastard out there

threatened to shoot you, I was happy.

I swear to God.

Honest to God, I was happy.

I was delighted! You know why?

Because finally it was all over.

It was over!

You see?

And then I knewl was bad.

I knewl was bad then, you see,

so I started to cry.

I started to tell lies...

the same f***ing lies...

I've been telling

all my gobshite f***ing life.

- That means words don't mean nothing.

- Stop this.

Only this time,

I got everyone into trouble.

But it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm

no good anyhow. It doesn't matter.

Keep away from me. You've been

following me all your life.

- Are you here deliberately?

- No. Stop it.

You call that a f***ing dig, huh?

Do you call that a f***ing dig?

Hit me harder. Hit me f***ing harder!

- Stop it. Calm down.

- For once in your f***ing life!

- Hit me like a real father!

- Just calm down. Stop it.

Just relax.

Try to relax.

It's okay.

It's not your fault,

son, all right?

Everything's gonna be

all right.

Okay.

All right, son.

Visitor for Conlon!

Two on for visit!

No touching.

- Everybody else was allowed to touch.

- IRA, closed visits. No contact.

Why are you doing this to us?

You have your father

locked up in prison for murder.

Speak up, please.

- It's not my fault, Ma.

- Take it easy, Sarah.

I swear to God,

I've done nothing wrong.

Why did you sign

a confession, son?

He did it

to protect me, love.

You have a good son there.

That's all you need to know.

You didn't sign anything

yourself, did you, Giuseppe?

The only thing I said

was I wanted to see you.

Look, they've no statement

nor evidence against me.

I'll be out and home soon.

Sure I'm only visiting here myself.

I'll be able to help out

Gerry while I'm in here.

Danny's dead, Gerry.

What?

They found his body

on waste ground.

The IRA said he was

an incurable thief.

I sent a Mass card

from the family.

This one'll not go to school

since you've been away.

Hey, you go to school

for your mammy.

Yes, Daddy.

Daddy, when will you be home?

I've pressed your Sunday suits

for the trial.

You make sure

and look your best now, son.

But is there nitro

or was there not nitro?

Yes, there are

traces of nitro.

But are they all positive?

Well, yes, on six of them.

- Who'd we miss?

- The aunt, Aggie... Annie.

But her rubber glove

showed a faint trace.

And the children?

Positive.

The results may not

be good enough for court.

Your word will be

good enough for the court.

Yes, sir.

Kill the bastards!

Kill 'em!

Shoot the bastards!

Call number one.

- Let's go.

- Jesus, it's a nightmare, Giuseppe.

Just stay calm, be on your best

behaviour, and this'll be behind us soon.

That's it, come on.

It'll be all right.

All rise.

Sir Michael Hagerty will present

the case on behalf of the Crown.

There are two series of charges here,

ladies and gentlemen.

The four defendants in front...

are charged with 11 counts in relation

to the explosion of the Guildford pub...

and the murders of five people.

The Crown will show

that these were the bombers.

The seven defendants behind...

are charged with the possession

of explosives, not charged with murder.

The Crown's case

against them is...

that they are a support network

for the bombers, and as such...

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes