Jimmy's Hall Page #8

were the petitions from America.

The Mayor was there all puffed up,

and one eejit talked about a communist

plot to nationalise women and children.

They didn't want to let

your mother speak,

but the gallery started chanting

"fair play", so they gave in.

Her hands were shaking

holding her notes.

But her voice was steady.

You should have seen

the look in her eye.

"What can a mother say

when about to lose a son?

"Part of me wants to scream

again as in childbirth,

"and part of me wants to

ask 'What is his crime? '.

"Why is an old tin hall so dangerous?

"Am I to blame for giving him books,

"teaching the boy to

think and ask questions?

"He brought back the world which

he had seen to the hall he built.

"Is that the crime?

"If we can take a man from

his home without a trial,

"send him off because

of what is in his head.

"I may lose my child,

but Ireland loses much, much more."

The gallery cheered.

The Council ignored her.

They took the letters of support

and they burned them outside.

All those meetings up

and down the country.

The truth is, your support is confined

to the trade unions and usual friends.

The IRA are even on the fence.

They don't want to upset the Church.

And the deportation stands.

Father Seamus came to see me.

He fears it'll turn the

youth against the Church.

I prefer the Sheridans.

At least he has the courage

of his convictions.

He said he'd go over Sheridan's

head to talk to the bishop.

He'd even go to Dublin

to try and make peace.

If?

If you promised not to

build the hall again.

And lived a quiet, private life.

A quiet, private life.

With you, Oonagh.

I wish with all my heart

we had another life to live.

Jimmy, they've drafted in

more soldiers. By the dozen.

It's only a matter of time.

God, this hurts so much.

These are our last

moments, I know it.

I'm never gonna see you again.

Gardai! Gardai!

Don't move, Jimmy,

don't move! Don't move!

We have you now, you dirty bastard, ya!

We have you now, boy!

We have you now, Jimmy!

There'll be no getting away this time!

Let him stand up.

Come on now. Out.

What's going on here?

Get out of my house!

We're nearly done here. Thanks.

Three pounds, nine shillings and

thrupence ha'penny, Sergeant.

- Is that all you have?

- Aye.

And the good news is

we don't confiscate it.

The bad news is it'll be going

towards paying your fare.

So, how did you find me?

Can I visit my mother to say goodbye?

Not a hope in hell.

She's frail. My last

chance to see her.

I've strict orders to get you out of

here and before the riff-raff come.

- Where are you taking me?

- You're going straight to Cork,

and then to Cobh where we

have a ship waiting for you.

Should have kept your big

mouth shut, Gralton.

You always had to be cock of the walk.

You had this coming to you.

Can I have a sheet of paper

to write her a note?

Save your tears for the crossing.

There's a fine postal

service from New York.

There he is.

- There's the bollocks!

- You antichrist!

You won't set foot in our land again!

Good riddance to you

Gralton, you Red bastard.

You're like Charlie

Chaplin with a jacket on.

This'll cheer you up. The ship waiting

for you is called the Britannic.

Please. Please!

Show the man some respect!

He has more courage and decency

than all of you put together.

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Marie.

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Marie! Stay where you are!

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Get back, you little fecker!

- Get back!

Go on, clear off!

- Clear off, the lot of you!

- Jimmy!

Clear off!

You're under arrest for kidnap!

Get off the road or

we'll run you over.

Go home!

Get off the road. Get off the road!

Get away from him.

- Don't let the bastards get you!

- We won't stop dancing.

- Don't forget to send us more records.

- We'll keep dancing and dreaming.

I'm gonna teach my daughter

the shim sham. We'll miss you.

- You'll write to us?

- I'll send you back money for a party.

Get this truck going.

- You're a good man, Jimmy!

- Don't forget us, Jimmy.

- You won't forget us, Jimmy, will you?

- Drive over 'em!

Get off the road!

Get off the road! Get off the road!

Get off!

You don't deserve this, Jimmy!

Go on, Jimmy.

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