Jimmy's Hall
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I say there'll be a crowd at the
house tonight for you, Jimmy, huh?
When did they let you out, Mossie?
Just a month ago, after the
new government came in, like.
How long did you serve?
Three years.
Awful tough on Angela.
We had to send our eldest one, Kate,
off to her auntie in Scotland.
- Is she back yet?
- Nah, I have to find some work first.
Sorry old state now, Jimmy, huh?
Meself and Tommy keep an eye on
the roof as best we can like, but...
Some ghosts in there, eh?
I still miss it.
Go on, Dixie.
Go on, Dixie. Walk on.
Well, now.
Whoa, Dixie. Stand there now.
Stand.
Mam!
James!
- You're back.
- How are you?
Too long. Too long.
I know. Sorry I didn't make
it back for Charlie's funeral.
Just been to the grave.
Oh, he was a good son, but this
farm is a mess without him.
Ah, you bastard.
God bless you, Jimmy.
Hey-hey!
Where's this bloody rogue?
I could smell you were back.
Great to see you. I can't
believe they let you out.
About bloody time. Did you get lost?
You were sorely missed, Jimmy.
Great to have you back.
Thank you, Finn.
- I believe you got married recently.
- I did.
There's some fierce desperate
women in Leitrim...
Well, Jimmy. Jimmy.
You must have been around the
world twenty times by now.
Well, thanks be to God you're
back here now with your mother
because, you know,
it was lonely here for her.
Very, very lonely.
I missed you so much.
Well, I'm home now to look after you.
It's great to see you all.
Lovely to see you, Jimmy.
What will you do with
yourself, Jimmy?
Well, I'll settle back down with Mam,
and I've missed the land.
- I want a quiet life now.
- Oh, I'll take bets on that.
- Eh? A quiet life.
- You're on! Ten to one.
I'll have some of your Yankee
dollars off you, boy, huh?
I'm gonna hold you to that.
Oonagh. Oonagh!
- For your children.
- Oh, thank you.
For you.
OK.
You look well, Oonagh.
A bit grey around the edges.
Still like a hungry whippet, though.
Why did you stop writing, Jimmy?
You know why.
How are the children?
Healthy. Full of spirit, thank God.
- And Fintan?
- A good, steady man. Loving father.
- You?
- Ah. Same as ever.
Nobody's the same
after ten years, Jimmy.
I have to get back. Thanks for these.
Hey, Jimmy.
He's very quiet.
Ah, give him time.
He's not the same man that went away.
- Ah, he'll settle.
- Will he?
He might. He might.
Far cry from New York, eh, Jimmy?
You don't get this down on Broadway.
And here you are back down the
same feckin' bog in Leitrim, huh?
- Wet feet.
- And a wet arse.
Aye, but nobody yelling orders
at ya. Can't beat that.
Well, word... word travels fast.
Must be a great relief
to see your son again.
It is.
- Is he well?
- He's very well, Father.
Thank you.
A lot of water under the bridge.
But, you know,
New York is a tough place.
It'll be quite a shock from city
life to our humble country ways.
Do you think he's matured?
Well, we all change, Father.
Wouldn't you agree?
Well, God willing, we all
change for the better.
Do you think he'll, er...
do you think he'll stay?
He was born in this house, Father.
The decision will be his.
I will leave that up to him.
You know, we've suffered great
violence in this country, Alice.
Yeah.
Brother against brother,
and neighbour against neighbour.
Scars on the heart,
they take a long time to heal.
But I... I sense a new atmosphere,
you know, of... of change.
Of forgiveness.
Would you agree?
Oh, I would agree, Father,
but there must be mutual respect.
Well, let's pray there'll be no
slipping back to the old ways.
Oh, by the way, tell your son
if the quietness of the country
gets too much for a man of action,
I have some excellent contacts in London
who could find him a very good job,
which, of course, would be a great
relief to a mother in these hard times.
Where would you be now
without a nice cup of tea, huh?
Absolutely lost, Father.
- Come on. Come on.
- Come on, boy.
Sorry to stop your fun.
Are you who I think you are?
Are you, J... Jimmy Gralton?
And who wants to know?
My name's Marie O'Keefe.
Daughter of Dennis O'Keefe?
He hates you with a passion.
Nearly had a fit when the
priest said you were back.
Did he now? Come on.
Dance away now.
Have you seen O'Keefe?
He left the Free State Army a few years
back there after his first wife died.
He was on his own
with Marie for a while,
and then he struck gold
and married into land.
He's mad as hell about the
change of government,
calling de Valera a communist.
Big shot now in the Army Comrades
Association. You know them?
Yeah, afraid they won't be
able to export to England.
Ah, bunch of fascists.
Stay well clear of him.
Nasty as ever.
And with a long memory.
- Jimmy!
- Jimmy!
- Jimmy.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stop, stop, stop.
- What's all this, the Wild West?
Can we have a word?
- Well, are we under arrest?
- Not yet, anyway.
- Go ahead, ask him.
- I won't ask him. You ask him.
The hall, Jimmy. We've all
heard stories, lots of them.
My brother's been telling me the stories
of when he used to box in the gym.
Tommy, if the hall was fixed up,
you could do the woodwork lessons.
My uncle did the woodwork lessons. He's
one of the best carpenters in the town.
Tess could use the hall
for her art classes.
The paintings and
drawings are wonderful.
I met Sean yesterday,
and he still has all his poetry and
books from the foreign countries.
He said he'd do the lessons
again if there was a hall there.
He really wants to do it.
Please, Jimmy.
the singing by Oonagh.
There's nothing round here for us.
There's no work.
There's nowhere for us to go.
We can't go to America
the same as yourself.
The rules of immigration
has changed. We're stuck here.
Stop going around in circles. Just
ask the man what we came here for.
We want to dance, Jimmy. Somewhere
where we won't be getting a guard...
or a priest poking
at us with a stick.
Somewhere warm. Please, Jimmy,
will you open up the hall again?
Aye.
It's falling to pieces.
It's not even safe any more.
You don't understand.
Come on, boy. Come on, boy.
Come on, boy.
Come on, boy. Come on. Come on.
At least think about it, will you?
Think about it, yeah?
So much for the legend
of Jimmy Gralton.
You better change the
name of the hall.
James Connolly will be
turning in his grave.
Right. Come on, up.
So, how long have you
been working at this?
Oh, for the past few months,
whenever the lads get a bit of free time,
in the evenings, at the weekends.
We're planning on opening in two or
three weeks, and we're on schedule.
Ah, Dessie, for Jesus' sake! Hello?
- Can I have one of these?
- Dessie! Come on!
I'm after milking six cows this morning.
I'm starved of the hunger.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
give me patience!
Look at him with the
sandwich in his mouth.
Up we go. How's that?
- Jesus!
- Shite! Shite!
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