In the Name of the Father Page #7

I'm sorry for your trouble.

Don't be sorry for us.

You should be sorry

for the people you killed.

It was a military target,

a soldier's pub.

They were innocent people,

God's children.

Look, I'll do all I can

to help you while you're in here.

We don't need your help.

I'd appreciate it

if you'd leave us alone.

Whatever you say.

I'm sorry about that.

What was that all about?

You mind your f***ing manners.

What? Manners to him? I don't want

any part of him, or his ways.

At least he fights back, which is

more than you ever did in your life.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you remember Lydon Hill?

You used to ride me up

on your bike up Lydon Hill.

And then one day

you couldn't make it to the top...

and I hopped off and looked back,

and your face was all red.

- Remember that?

- Aye.

It was working in the paint shed

done that to you.

What?

It was the fumes from working

in the paint shed done that to you.

Never mind jumping off the ferry,

swimming back to Mammy.

It was the onejob a Catholic can get,

and you wouldn't even fight back then.

Go on outside.

Play with your newfound friend.

All I'm saying is that you've been

a victim. It's time you fought back.

- Get out of my sight.

- I'm going.

This is the only way it'll work.

We have no alternative.

- Well, what are you doing?

- Nothing.

- They didn't do it.

- They all did it.

I'm going back to Belfast.

After the fight, nobody stopped us

going out in the yard to exercise.

I felt brilliant.

Joe explained things to me.

He explained how the Brits

never left anywhere without a fight...

how they had to be beaten out of

every country they ever occupied...

how this prison was just

an extension of their system.

Calling for work

on the threes.

We had to confront the chief

prison officer, Barker.

Mr Smalls.

But to do that,

we had to take care ofRonnie Smalls.

Can I have a word

about 54 Halsley Road?

Take a walk.

If anything happens to me

or Gerry...

or any other Irish prisoner...

we'll have 54 Halsley Road

blown to smithereens...

with your family in it.

Threaten my family

and I'll cut your f***ing head off.

I don't make threats.

I just carry out orders.

I don't want to hurt your family.

Your trouble is, Joe,

you want to rule the f***ing world.

Paddy's all right.

Soon, we were all

one happy family.

Again!

Even Kojak was ready to forgive.

- Live and let live.

- Barker began to panic.

He told us to take our socks

out of the window.

He thought we were signalling

to other prisoners.

We're not signalling.

We're drying our socks out.

- Take the socks out of the window.

- Who says?

Mr Barker.

- That was all the excuseJoe needed.

- Give us two minutes.

- Up and away we went.

- Are you with me?

What's he up to now?

All prison officers

to vacate the wing.

All officers

vacate the wing!

This'll damage the whole campaign.

Look, you do it your way,

and we'll do it ours, all right?

- You can read our demands.

- Go back to your cells.

Blankets!

- For God's sake, put a stop to this.

- You're weakening my position.

- It will end in violence.

- Good.

- What's good about it?

- It's all they understand.

Barker refused to negotiate.

But with the screws gone,

we'd a brieftaste of freedom.

Check out Ronnie!

Him swallow half Africa.

I give him about an hour.

We found out later

our protest got on TV.

And that's when

the riot squad was ordered in.

We were singled out

as the ringleaders.

Now!

You just signed

your own death warrant, Barker.

Are you happy now?

And then you arrived, Gareth.

That's the first time I saw you,

under a raining shower of sparks.

It was the first time I'd seen a woman

in five years, other than my mother.

But to me, you were a lawyer first.

And I hated lawyers.

- Do you have a newisolation...

- Prisoners:
Barth, Andrew.

Bailey, Benjamin.

McAndrew, Joseph.

- Sorry. Can you... I can't hear.

- Conlon, Gerard.

O'Brien, John.

Lynch, Bernard.

Crisp, Quincy.

Lyon, Richard.

Burns, Delrow.

What about Conlon?

Sorry. Giuseppe Conlon.

He's on the third floor.

He has difficulty

getting down the stairs.

Well, I'll just have to

go up and see him then.

- The delegation has seen enough.

- Right. Sorry.

Well, I won't be a minute. I'll just...

Is that all right? Sorry.

I'll meet you outside, okay?

Sorry.

Sorry, I can't...

Pulmonary thrombosis.

- And he's getting proper medication?

- Aye.

Son?

That's... Is it Gerry?

That's Gerry.

He's had a spot of bother

with lawyers in the past.

He's all yours.

Fifteen minutes.

- Thank you.

- Sit down.

You wanted to see me, Gerry?

Why are you giving

my father false hope?

Sorry?

He's been up and down

these stairs to see you.

He hasn't even seen

my mother in six months.

I hear you're getting on

very well with her, by the way.

Yes. She's a very brave woman.

You don't know the half ofit.

The f***ing stairs are killing him.

It's not the stairs that

are killing your father.

- What is it, then?

- It's your lack of faith.

Lack of faith?

Faith in what?

In yourself.

No, I have faith in myself.

Gerry Conlon, lifer,

And I know how to survive it.

At what price?

I'll pay the f***ing price.

Don't you worry about it.

The price for what?

You're very good at the English,

aren't you?

You see, I don't understand

your language.

"Justice." "Mercy." "Clemency."

I literally don't understand

what those words mean.

I'd like to put in an application

to get all my teeth extracted.

That way I could put my fist in my mouth

and never speak another word ofEnglish.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Mrs Peirce, is it?

Are you trying to impress me?

Visit's up.

Don't give my father

false hope, all right?

You've got to help him!

In prison, you pray for anything

to break the monotony.

A snowstorm is like

a present from God.

Prison officers are not to be hit!

You've asked for it.

Come along!

After the riot, my father's

health deteriorated badly.

He couldn't make it down

the stairs to enjoy the snow.

I waved up to him, but he

was looking at something else.

My da always saw the good

in people.

He recognized it in you

the minute he saw you, Gareth.

Guv, guv, where you going?

Where's me letters? Guv'nor!

Thank you.

I see you've been mentioned

in Congress, Giuseppe.

What's that?

How'd you come by that name?

An Italian ice cream maker.

Had a shop on the corner

of the street where I was born.

Giuseppe Fusco.

My mother fell in love

with the name.

Were they...

- You know.

- What?

- Lovers.

- Who?

My mother and the ice cream maker?

Oh, no, God.

Jesus, no.

No, they were not.

No, shejust liked the name.

But it made my life hell.

All the other children laughing at you.

You have any kids yourself?

He's talking to Barker.

Forget it. He can talk

to whoever he f***ing likes.

Two.

Flown the nest now.

Whether Barker was

responsible or not...

for bringing in the riot squad,

Joe never forgave him.

Joe was still at war...

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