In the Name of the Father Page #8

and to him,

Barker was the enemy.

Number?

The name is McAndrew.

Get out.

Get out of the light!

- Get out of the light.

- Number?

Name's Gerry Conlon.

Piss off out of the light.

Get out of the light!

You're 136.

There's someone sitting there.

Move when you're told.

Put it out.

- How's your boy?

- He's good.

You know, he looks

more like you every day.

He's smarter than I am.

Three years old,

he can read the funny papers.

There's a hair

in the f***ing projector!

Yeah, get the f***ing hair

out the projector, will you?

- Come on. Get it out!

- Get it out!

We're going f***ing blind up here.

Lively.

- We'll get there, Pop.

- Quiet.

- I didn't say a f***ing thing.

- You're blocking.

Shut it.

Now, listen.

Whoever comes to you...

with this Barzini meeting...

I knew that Santino was gonna

have to go through all this.

And Fredo, well...

Fredo was wrong.

And I never wanted this for you.

For you!

To the floor, mate! Get down!

Come on, mate, get a blanket!

For God's sake, he's burning!

Barker! Move back, Barker!

Get in there!

Get it out!

- Stretcher!

- Let's check it out.

All right, mate.

You're with us.

All right. Stretcher!

Gently.

All right, up!

That was a good day's work,

McAndrew.

That was a good day's work.

Get away from me.

Will you not look me in the eye

when I'm speaking to you?

I know how to look at people

without blinking as well.

In all my godforsaken life,

I've never known...

what it was like to want

to kill somebody until now.

You're a brave man, Joe,

a brave man.

Gerard Conlon, back on the threes.

- Stand your ground.

- Hawkins, returning to his cell.

Benjamin Bailey, back to him cell!

Burns, returning to his cell.

Regis, 113,

going up to number two.

- Back to your cell now!

- Keep moving.

Barker was maimed for life...

and Joe was sent

to another prison.

He's in solitary confinement

somewhere.

We've had no news of him

since then.

The new chief screw

had the yard painted...

and I was back

walking in circles again.

Back to the cells.

Come on. Move.

I'd like to help you out

with the campaign, Da...

if that's all right with you.

Do you mean it?

Aye.

That's great.

What I need from you is

the whole story, your whole story...

in as much detail

as you can remember.

And I need you to write it down.

It's really important.

I can't do this.

I can't write this, Da.

Could your son

not give you a hand?

He's up in his cell writing away.

Tape recorder.

You're a good talker.

Talk.

The strange thing is...

the strange thing is sometimes

I think he's a littlejealous...

of me taking over the campaign

and that there.

Going up and down the stairs

to meet you.

That's something

I never thought about Giuseppe:

That he could bejealous.

Anyhow, the main thing is

to get the case reopened...

because I don't know how long

he can survive in here.

- I'm tired of this.

- Come on. We have to do this.

You behave yourself.

Get your head down.

When I was a wee lad, I used to wonder

what you were doing under the towel.

One day when you and Ma were out,

I got a big bowl of boiling water...

whacked a big drop of Vick

and put the towel over my head.

I sat there trying to figure out what it

was about 'cause nothing was happening.

I figured you

must've been drinking it.

So I stuck my tongue in it.

Do you remember that?

How could I forget?

And your tongue

swelled up like a football.

Had to rush you to the hospital.

First time you'd stopped

talking in your life.

Give us that.

I'll do your chest for you, Da.

Was I always bad, was I?

Not always.

I don't deserve to spend

the rest of my life in here, do I?

All they've done

is block out the light.

They can't block out

the light in here.

Listen.

Every night...

I take your mother's

hand in mine.

We go out the front door,

into Cyprus Street...

down to Falls Road,

up the Antrim Road...

to Cave Hill.

We look back down...

on poor, troubled Belfast.

I've been doing that every night...

for five years now.

As if I never left your mother.

What I remember most

about my childhood is...

holding your hand.

My wee hand in your big hand.

And the smell oftobacco.

I remember that...

I could smell the tobacco

off the palm of your hand.

When I want to feel happy, I try

to remember the smell oftobacco.

Hold my hand.

Get the f***...

Don't go sentimental on me now.

Don't be upset, Da. Look,

I'll hold your hand if you like.

I'm going to die.

Don't be saying that.

I'm scared.

You've no reason to be scared.

Don't you be comforting me when I can

see the truth staring me in the face.

I'm scared I'm gonna die here

among strangers.

You're not f***ing dying.

Can I not say a thing

without you f***ing contradicting me?

I'm scared to leave

your mother behind.

Look, you are not going to die,

all right, Da?

Even if you do, sure I can

look after Ma all right.

You think I'd leave

Sarah in your care?

What do you mean?

You haven't the maturity to take care

of yourself, let alone your mother.

I haven't much time between

appointments, Mrs Peirce.

- How can I help you?

- Thank you.

I'm the solicitor for the Conlons,

Chieflnspector.

Giuseppe Conlon is critically ill,

as you may know.

I've petitioned before the court

for his compassionate parole.

They want your clearance.

That'll be difficult, Mrs Peirce.

These people have committed

horrific crimes.

Society demands

that they serve their time.

But they didn't do it,

Chieflnspector.

Says who?

Say the real bombers.

They told you they did it,

Mr Dixon.

Gerry Conlon told me he did it,

Mrs Peirce.

These people are liars.

They're liars for a cause.

That's the worst kind.

But he's dying.

Giuseppe's dying.

A lot of people are dying.

It's a dirty war.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Is this your family, Mr Dixon?

That's my wife and my son.

You have another appointment.

Yes.

I'll see you again, Mr Dixon.

Are you all right, Da?

Are you all right?

Wake up, Da.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Giuseppe?

Come on, dear God in heaven,

don't do this to me.

Come on. Wake up.

Wake up! F***'s sake, come on!

There you go. Thank you.

You're all right, Da.

I'm going to get some help.

Number 73! Number 73!

Please come quickly!

My father's sick!

Benbay, Giuseppe's taken bad!

Put your arms around me.

I'm getting you out of bed.

Put your arms around me.

- Open the f***ing door!

- He's number 73!

- Open the f***ing door!

- Giuseppe!

F***, he can't breathe.

He can't f***ing breathe!

He can't breathe!

Look, my father's f***ing dying!

- He needs oxygen!

- Give him a f***ing break!

Open the f***ing gate!

I'm right here, Da.

Get him in here!

What the f*** is going on?

Hammersmith Hospital now.

I want to go with him.

I've got to get clearance first.

It's out of my hands.

You're gonna be all right, Da!

- I'll be with you as soon as I can.

- Take him back to his cell.

Leave him alone, you bastards!

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