Jimmy's Hall Page #7

Oh, don't worry about it,

Mary. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Come in.

Have a wee drop.

There you are.

Slinte.

Slinte.

What's wrong with that, huh?

You know, that's the

voice of a black woman.

Yeah.

Quite remarkable, huh?

Oh, Gralton came today.

He had the nerve to leave these

records outside in the porch.

And he had the guts to

face me in the confessional.

D'you know what he said? Hmm?

He said, "You have more hate

in your heart than love."

What do you make of that?

Will it be you next, son?

I'm so worried for you.

Listen, what you've learned is in your

heads forever. They can't destroy that.

Thank you.

These are the tactics of the

Ku Klux Klan. No, thank you.

Cowardice, sneaking around

in the middle of the night.

Strikes me they were

keen to avoid loss of life.

Thank you.

- Slinte.

- Slinte.

To the business ahead.

So, have they found the culprits yet?

As you know, Father, Gralton had

quite a few enemies in the locality.

He had a lot of friends, too,

despite our best efforts.

It's disgusting behaviour.

What are we gonna do next?

Are we gonna burn down the

cottage with the old woman inside?

Make no mistake, it's a

disaster for the community.

And we'll all be the

losers because of it.

It would be a tragedy if we

turned him into a martyr.

That would be a huge mistake.

It'd be a tragedy for a decent man

to get shot in the back and

lose his life, Mr O'Keefe!

"Is it Christ or Gralton?"

I think those were the words

of several parish priests...

I suspect if Christ was here today,

there'd be several

members of this parish

who would have Him crucified again.

That's what I suspect!

Cut out the nonsense. I expect

he'll scamper away sooner or later.

He's a bloody communist.

They don't scamper like you lot.

They might make a tactical retreat,

but they'll fight till their last breath.

Look what they're doing

in Belfast. This is incredible.

Read that. "The Falls

and Shankill Unite."

Stirring up fraternity between poor

Catholics and unemployed Protestants.

I'm not clear. Is that a good

thing now or a bad thing?

20,000 strikers.

They even fought against

police issued with 800 rifles.

Two killed, Father, and 70 injured.

Over 100,000 on the streets.

Protestants and Catholics

united at the funerals.

Workers challenging the leaders of

their own trade unions as sell-outs.

- That's the Reds for you.

- No, that's poverty!

- Don't be so goddamn naive!

- Calm down, gentlemen.

I apologise for raising my voice.

Speaking of Belfast. Tom Mann.

And what's he got to do

with us and our problem?

Mr Gralton. You're under arrest.

What for?

I've an order here signed

personally by a member of Cabinet.

You are to be deported from the country,

forthwith, as an illegal alien.

Illegal alien? Have you

been drinking, officer?

- Watch your mouth.

- An alien?

Sorry, Mrs Gralton.

He was born in this house.

He's my son.

He also holds an American

passport, Mrs Gralton.

Let me see that.

This is terrible.

- All the way from Dublin?

- It is.

Minister of Justice.

What date is the hearing?

There'll be no hearing for you,

Mr Gralton. It's a deportation order.

- He's not a criminal.

- Come on.

No, you can't take my son.

I'm sorry, Mrs Gralton,

we're under strict instructions.

Sorry, we're under strict

instructions to take him in.

Well, let him change his jacket.

And let me say goodbye to my son.

You have two minutes.

Get up those stairs

and watch that door.

Yes, sir.

I've made some tea.

You're welcome to a tea.

Thanks, Mrs Gralton.

Mrs Gralton, I remember

when I was a young fella,

you used to bring books

round our school.

- What school was that?

- Sacred Heart.

It was the best part of the month.

We all looked forward to that.

Treasure Island, now,

was my favourite.

Robert Louis Stevenson.

It was always very popular.

I always liked White Fang meself.

What's going on, son?

What's going on here?

We were told that the British deported

a fella in Belfast called Tom Mann,

some English trade union

activist over to agitate,

start a general strike after

those workers were shot.

No trial? That's some "fair play".

So somebody can be taken away

from their own home without a trial

or being allowed to have a say?

Mr Gralton!

Mr Gralton. Are you ready yet?

Get up there.

What's going on?

- Door's jammed.

- Then break it down.

It's stuck. He's got something...

Put your back into it,

it's only a small door.

He's gone through the feckin' thatch!

What do you mean he's gone?

There he is! He's off

across the fields!

Jesus' sake!

Shower of useless bastards!

I'm gonna get youse

all fired, I swear.

Where's the key, Mrs Gralton?

I don't know.

Don't know where I put it.

Oh, shite! Smash it through!

Feckin' door!

- Please, Mrs Gralton.

- I don't know where I put it.

- They'll have our guts for garters!

- I can't help that.

Come on! Get yourself through.

- What's going on here?

- Breathe in.

- What's going on here?

- The feckin' door is locked!

- Where's the key?

- Down her drawers!

He's out the back,

he went through the roof.

You get after him, you gobshite!

He's round the back!

Get after him, would you?

Get up, you eejit, and get

after him, for God's sake.

Will I pull you out, sir?

What are you coming back to me for?

You should be going after him!

Sean Maguire! Come out, Sean Maguire!

Get out of my f***ing house!

What the hell are you doing?

- Get out! Get out!

- Out you come.

Jesus Christ! Bastards!

- Where's Jimmy? Where's Jimmy Gralton?

- Get off me!

- Get off me!

- Put your hands up!

- God, you f***ers!

- Get the cuffs on him.

- House empty.

- F***.

- Where's Jimmy, Sean?

- I don't f***ing know!

- Where is he?

- I don't know!

Get off me! You're hurting me!

Get out! Stay away from my children!

You stay away from my children!

Come out, Mossie!

- Get out!

- Where is he?

- Where's who?

- Where's Gralton?

What's going on?

Leave him alone. Leave him alone!

He's away in Dublin

having a pint with de Valera!

- Whoa.

- Ah, Tommy Gilroy.

Whoa, Dixie. Whoa.

Stop there now. We're gonna

have a look around, OK?

That's fine.

What are you looking for?

- What is it you're looking for?

- What's in the hay, Tommy?

- How are you, Tommy?

- Doherty.

- Where's Gralton, Tommy?

- I don't know where Gralton is.

Leave my hay alone. You won't find

him in there, whatever you do.

- Sweeney, let me away up the road.

- What's your rush?

I have no rush. I'm just trying to do a

man's job and just take me hay home.

I don't have James Gralton.

Let me away up the road, Sweeney!

Gentlemen. Sean, great to see you.

- You all right?

- Aye. Hanging in there.

I'm freezing.

There's some eggs there.

Bread and milk.

Good man.

- You're still in one piece anyway.

- Still breathing.

We're here now.

The town hall was packed for

the meeting. Two to a seat.

We presented the letters of support

from around the country first.

But what really infuriated them

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