We're talking about intent.
You're on pre-release, not out yet.
You DON'T mix with anyone you know is involved in any illegal action.
Do your work, be on time, keep your nose clean.
Remember, not everyone's thrilled about yous getting out.
I never liked this town. Never! You'll get used to it. I'm not from here. Why do I have to work here?
Going up and down to Newry doesn't leave time for work AND getting back to prison.
Don't go on about where we have to go back to at night!
See someone you know?
I'm glad it's over and you've done your bit.
You can get yourself sorted out now.
I wish your father...
Well, you must be tired, Leo. No, I'm not. Well, I am, son.
I barely slept last night. I'll see you up, Ma.
Goodnight, Brendan. Night, Mother.
Oh.
Don't be too late to bed, son.
I'm glad you're on the scheme, Leo. I knew you would be, Brendan.
I said to the governor, "My big, respectable, civil servant brother, Brendan, will be delighted.
"I'll do it."
It's a good scheme. A Protestant scheme for a Protestant people. What? I'll explain some time -
if Joan ever lets you off the leash
and you find your way
back over here.
I mightn't come every day, but I haven't been absent for 14 years.
If people like me hadn't been,
Uncle Toms like you wouldn't
be living in leafy suburbs. My God!
Is that the rubbish you told each other? So much for prison being a university!
The legs of your Protestant buddies who joined at the same time as you are under bigger desks. They aren't!
WE didn't beg the Brits for crumbs.
We fought them and won.
WE created a future.
What future do YOU have?
They're not introducing quotas
for ex-murderers in our department!
So what are you lot gonna do when...? She's almost settled.
She's so happy to have you home, Leo.
She can't wait for you to be out for good.
She's planning a big party for that.
A big party. That's great. I'll choose the fucking guests next time.
Come on, Leo.
It's gonna be great. You're gonna start a whole new life now.
We know you're from different traditions, different backgrounds.
We don't expect you to become best buddies,
but you don't lose anything at all by being civil to each other.
Oh, aye(!)
Remember, lads, this is YOUR scheme. It's to facilitate YOU -
to help you get back into society.
Don't abuse it. It would be very easy for us to knock you back.
Sorry if I'm interrupting your library period(!)
It's the Lord's word - the Holy Bible.
I see.
Everything all right, lads?
Yes, John? Do you have a query?
Goodnight, Leo.
Goodnight.
NO!
Did you think they were in on you? Jesus!
Are you still into the birds? My da was a great pigeon man.
Here, that Prod boyo next door said hello, offered a hand an' all.
I wouldn't take it. Not enough soap in Ireland.
He's one of them religious nuts. Ignore him. Those other two aren't.
I don't feel too safe in here. They could put you next to murderers.
So how was home? Great. Yourself?
Smashing. Smashing. Ach, the wee one, Kira, she's a bit strange,
bit difficult. She'll come round.
She hasn't in 15 years!
I'm dreading these next few months.
You're neither in or out - one thing nor another.
Don't kid yourself, mate.
You're IN.
BEEPING
PHONE RINGING We must show we order our "house".
Any problems, just come and see me. OK? Liam, can I have a word? Later.
What will my responsibilities be? SHOUTING
Dolores! No more excuses... What?!
Dolores, this is Leo. Leo - Dolores.
Leo's your new assistant.
O'Shea?
↑
He stole a hearse and buried
himself.
I'll bury my boot in your balls. Watch out!
CLASS:
Oooooh!
I'll just go up and check this wee bugger out.
Here, mister, are you a murderer?
I was a soldier in the armed struggle.
Did you kneecap joyriders like us? No, I never kneecapped anyone.
So what DID you do? Did you plug Brits?
F-F-For how long...?
F-F-Fuck up!
That's enough of that! Hey, you'll never free Ireland with violence(!)
Enough!
Lads!
Hey! Where's your manners?!
This is a hero of the armed struggle here.
Fair enough. Silence for the soldier.
# There was a soldier who battled hard and long
# With Brits so big and strong... #
Get you up!
What the hell's going on?
I just...
Come here!
What's going on?
A song, Miss Brennan.
MRS!
Why are you here?
I'm a joyrider.
What are you?!
I'm a car thief.
MRS Brennan!
MRS Brennan.
Don't you hit me!
Hit you! Hit you! Don't you start me, wee lad.
Tread softly softly with these wee shites, they'll tramp all over you.
We're supposed to be helping them.
We are. We're the alternative
to hurlies and kneecapping.
Though, frankly, I'd prefer hurlies.
I don't want to be a screw myself. I've spent a long time in prison. I KNOW humiliation doesn't work...
in the long run.
You've been mollycoddled for too long. Is that what it was?
I'm not saying they shouldn't be doing this. Helping people is a good thing.
I'm just worried about HOW we get them to do it.
For "please", read "a good kick up the arse".
For "thank you", read "a slap on the skull" - language the wee bastards understand.
Couple of weeks, you'll be doing it too.
Using up all that prison muscle.
Are you married?
Girlfriend? No.
I had... I was engaged just before I was sentenced.
She give you the heave?
We decided to split.
I'm sure you'd a lot of choice(!)
What was she called?
Roisin. Roisin Riley.
She's Donaghy now - married.
Donaghy? Is she Biff Donaghy's missus?
She used to go with you?
You know her? No. I know who she is.
See her all the time down at
the supermarket just down the road.
You gonna go sniffing around again?
Has your money stuck, son? How do you get the damn things out?
Get the manager. It must have stuck.
Are you having problems, sir? The damn things are stuck!
Did you put £1 in?
£1? Aye.
Em...
GIGGLING FROM BEHIND
TANNOY: Mr Roberts to checkout number five.
Sorry!
My God! Leo Doyle!
And doing the shopping! Roisin!
It's good to see you.
I, er...
I hadn't finished yet.
You're looking good. Training. Kept in shape.
Haven't you just. I hadn't heard you were out.
I'm not. I mean, not yet. Well, not fully.
Goodness, say what you mean. Speak English.
I'm on the working-out scheme. What's that? It's...
Excuse me!
Watch who you're pushing, bitch!
Er, I think we're in the way here.
There's a wee bakery just down the road does coffee.
I'll see you there in half an hour.
You!
Come here!
What have you got there?
Just groceries.
Any identification?
It's all right, Doyle. We know who you are.
On your way.
Two of that bastard's victims were OUR lads.
I thought you'd gone. I put the shopping in the car. You've got a car? Aye.
I want for nothing.
Biff looking after the kids? Aye(!)
He's probably still in his scratcher. The kids are with me ma.
Ah, no. Gave them up ten years ago.
You're good(!)
Er, two coffees?
Two coffees.
You look great.
You don't look a day older.
The rest go in for false eyelashes. I go in for false wrinkles as well.
How's married life? A pain.
It might have been different for us.
So what's this scheme you're on? Working out. Eh? It's boring.
So bore me. Monday to Friday, I work OUT. I go back to Maghaberry Prison every night.
I'm allowed home at weekends. In a few months I'll be out for good.
And in a year I'll get a licence.
To drive?! No, not a driving licence.
I'm a lifer.
I'm only allowed out on licence.
They could put me back at any time.
That's what a life sentence means.
They could drag you away any time?
Give a peeler a dirty look -
anything. Even with
the peace talks? They don't FORGIVE.
No wonder you look so sorry for yourself.
What makes you say I'm looking sorry for myself? Cos you do.
It's not easy, Roisin. I mean, seeing you, and all.
Gets me thinking.
It's a bit late to start thinking.
What does that mean? Have you stopped supporting the struggle?
The struggle? That's real '70s speak.
I'm supporting another struggle - three kids and a bastard husband.
Is he bad to you? Yes. Will you do him in(?)
You're taking the piss. You've stepped out of a time warp, Leo.
Don't go! I've wee ones waiting.
It's been such a long time. Hasn't it?!
Can I see you again, for a drink?
Maguire's, 8.30, Tuesday night.
Tuesday night, but I... Yeah, Leo.
But... But.... If... Maybe...
I'll get this.
I don't want you having to sit up late at night sewing extra mail bags.
Hi.
Some good men and women there!
Fools. They're all fools.
What good are they to anybody lying there?
SOME had to sacrifice themselves for their country. Huh! Where have you been for the past 20 years?
We lost our son - 15.
He joined the IRA at teatime on the Wednesday, and was shot dead at lunchtime on the Saturday.
Shot carrying a rifle
he didn't even know how to use yet.
She's very bitter. I can understand that.
Don't patronise me, Doyle, cos you haven't a fucking clue.
I'm not patronising you.
He was our only son.
I'm sorry.
Sorry?! I don't want you to be sorry.
You spent 10 years up at the holiday camp at the Maze, hiding, whingeing, while kids did your dirty work.
Don't push me.
Sssh! Sorry, son. We have to get them clean. It's all right - just stings.
I still think you should go to the police. Ma, please! I can't.
I wouldn't, anyway.
You're as entitled to protection as the next one! They'd twist it round and make out I was to blame.
Then I could get put back.
Aye, you did well not to retaliate.
Your spies tell you that, or are you taking my word for it?
I let myself be fucking beaten! Language!
Now, I'll just scribble a wee note.
Sure, you never know.
Having no other trouble getting backwards and forwards?
No, if the shite's beaten out of me just once a week, I'll be fine(!)
Just remember to stay alert.
Do you CARE what happens to me? You're my responsibility during this phase of the process.
You wouldn't care if I was shot in the morning. In the morning, yes.
Now, if anything happens to you
after you finish this scheme...
well, that's NOT part of my concern.
Goodnight.
Hiya, John. Sir.
Don't call him "sir"! We're being watched all the time. It's man-marking.
I feel like a Celtic outside-left.
And the Rangers' defence is the whole RUC.
Me and Margaret goes out for a drink Saturday night, and there they are!
No matter what time we go out at, there're always a car load of them.
Do you think they're there to protect us?
# Her eyes, they shone like diamonds
# I thought her the Queen of the land
# And her hair hung over her shoulders
# Tied up with a velvet band... #
You must know some of them in here. A couple, vaguely.
But they'll know me, so they'll not bite you.
Anyway, you probably know more of them than I would. Me? I don't.
I've been out of circulation, but you're a milkman. They know everything going on. Rubbish!
- I know nothing. I don't want to. - He's teasing you, Tony, love.
Ha bloody ha!
I deliver milk. That's all I deliver.
I wouldn't normally come in here.
Mam, we'll go. You and Leo stay on.
We'll get a bit of fish and a poke of peas.
Another pint of Bass, Tony? Just a glass, Leo, thanks.
God! It's that slut Roisin Riley! Come on. Before the peas are gone.
Call Leo. I'm not leaving him in here with that whore. Silly! She's with her husband.
And look at 'em! The Donaghys have neither in them nor on them.
Don't let them see you're annoyed. It's him I'm annoyed for! He was over that a long time ago.
LOUD LAUGHTER
It's like having a life-size teddy bear, with its stuffing hanging out.
Do you want another one? This is plenty.
I'm gonna have this one at the bar.
He's been away. He has no mates.
I don't want to become one!
You were only to have a drink!
There were enough of his fellow thugs there
to start a football team.
Our Leo is not a thug. Leo was one of the political prisoners.
Your Leo murdered people. There's no such thing as a "political" murder!
If Prods planted a bomb that killed
one of our kids, would that...?
Leo never killed children.
Mary, love, come on! You and me'll never know what our Leo did.
For all we know...
Shut up or I'll walk home alone!
Come on.
You're a politico, Liam, only cos people like me were activists.
There was no joyriding nonsense when I operated. There was street discipline.
This community was on a war footing.
That's how we got
where we are today.
And THAT, Liam, is why the deal had to be sold to the prisoners.
The men and women
who created the future -
the Leo Doyles, the Martin O'Days.
Martin's dead. I know, in the name of fuck! AND what he died for!
That's why we had to be consulted. You'd have no peace process without my consent, and people like me.
We fought the war! We won the war!
So, it's the politicos now.
But we've got to re-politicise our young people. We've got to let them see they're relevant.
They can be brought back. YOU can't bring them back, but I can.
You know why?
Cos I fought! They know me.
They know me. They know what I've done.
They respect me.
You should have come back with Tony. Wandering about in that condition!
Have you no sense? They'll throw you off the scheme. Screw their bloody scheme!
Think of Ma before you say that. And she was upset seeing that Roisin.
Fourteen years in a brick prison rotting away!
But they didn't break me. Battered, tortured - you just don't know.
Hunger strikes! Half the time the bastards wouldn't feed us, or the food was uneatable shite.
Yous believed them! Keep your voice down. Tony's up at 4am for work.
Oh, did you have to clean his trousers? He's up at 4am? Well, I'll wait.
He can deliver me with the milk. No, I'll get you a taxi and he can drop me back here. Ma'll be worried.
Do you ever think about how thoughtless you're being? Even you're getting tired of me now.
Crap, Leo! I'll call this taxi.
You wanna see those wee shites I work with. They don't give a damn.
They don't give a fuck! When I was...
Sorry. For goodness' sake!
You stupid bugger!
Hey, I haven't called a break yet!
I could have sworn I heard the click of a Kit Kat. I need a smoke.
Put it out and pick up that sack.
# Five or ten lifetimes ago
# There lived a girl that you don't know. #
Wipe your mouth. You look like a vampire.
Sit down. Do you want a drink? No, I only came in to use the phone.
And don't tell me how young I look. I look even rougher than last time. ..Sorry about that.
You just caught me on a bad day.
Biff was ill. It wasn't fatal - I was depressed.
Good, you still can!
When I saw you, you looked smashing, but you were with your teddy bear.
Biff.
Oh, God. Aye, that. I'm a bad bitch.
You're better not bothering with me.
Look, I have to go. Listen, can we meet? I mean, just...you know?
Weekends are difficult, Leo.
I've been waiting ages. Where were you?
I kept you waiting 5 minutes. You kept me waiting 14 years.
I wish you HAD waited.
Maybe by the end of today, so will I.
What will you tell Biff when you get home?
Nothing. He'll rise at lunchtime, wash his oxters with a dry flannel, then go down the pub for the day.
It's me Ma I'll have to tell something to.
We used to call him Biff cos he was always throwing punches at people.
Does he hit you? He wouldn't dare. I'd cut his throat in his sleep!
I didn't think about places like this when I was inside. We didn't come here.
It was the cemetery Republican plot. You were so fucking romantic(!)
How long are we going to perch here? Don't you like it? I love it.
Only, me arse is getting numb.
Roisie!
Come on.
There's a barn over here.
What? There's cows in it!
So? One more's not going to make any difference, is it?
He's worrying the life out of me. I dunno where he is half the time.
Ma, he's a big boy.
You don't think he's involved in anything? Come on, Ma!
They say there's a lot of them involved in drugs. He's not that daft!
They have to keep out of trouble.
Right enough. And don't they always do what they're told, too(!)
It won't budge! I told you to take them off.
My ma's going to notice. You'll be sent to bed with no supper.
Sure, it'll be the first time a bit of me's been in your ma's house for years.
It wasn't great, was it?
It's the first time in... I mean...
You've been saving it for 14 years?!
You really can be a vicious bitch, Roisin.
I wasn't expecting the earth to move.
Shit! I've been bitten!
You've changed. And you think YOU haven't?!
My ma'll know what it is.
What a memory!
She'll certainly know they're dirt stains on your knees.
(Shit!)
Liam.
Pat!
Pat O'Dwyer! How are you?
Leo, you did it to me - slobbering. Getting pissed is no excuse.
I wasn't pissed. I'd maybe had a few drinks. Even less excuse, then.
You're on the scheme. There's a lot on it, and more waiting to come on.
Getting bumped back would reflect badly on us. Why would I be?
We're cancelling your lecture tour
of West Belfast pubs.
You know - the Three Wise Monkeys. I'm a monkey?!
You're a spent force. Every peeler on this road knows your face.
Any excuse and they'll nail you.
And we'll get grief! Get my drift?
Another wee thing.
I had Biff Donaghy in with me the other day.
He thinks someone's screwing his wife. What's it got to do with me?!
We encourage people to bring their problems to US, not the peelers.
You know Roisin Donaghy? When she was Roisin Riley, a long time ago.
Er, there's something on your trousers, mate.
Hello. Did you have a nice day? Yeah, great. There's a few sweets.
God love you, son.
Are you wearing scent? Ah... No, no, it's deodorant.
It's girly-smelling deodorant.
You not going to sit for a minute?
No, I-I'm tired. I'll just go on up.
Would you like a cup of tea? No, thanks. Watch your programme.
Are you all right? Yeah, great. Great.
Listen, son. When you were away, Father McManus was very good to me.
I finished with the Catholic Church
long ago.
He was great when your father died.
He's not just a priest. He does that counselling.
Counselling?!
I don't NEED counselling!
For God's sake, I just spent the last 14 years in jail. I need time to adjust.
Get him to stop at the lights.
Come on! He's pulling up for us.
In here, lads.
Play!
MUSIC: "The Sash"
# There's a wee place in your heart
# A place of great fame
# It's only six counties
# And Ulster's its name.
# There's a wee place in your heart
# A place of great fame... #
CLAPPING
Jesus, it's good to see you, Paddy! John! It's John here. Come on.
Paddy, will you tell me what this is all about? I'll show you. I have to show you. Come on.
I shot him. Now I live beside him.
Come on. You knew you'd shot him.
I saw his wife and his daughter, about 16, putting them flowers on it.
What am I going to do, Leo? Do? What CAN you do? My Kira's only 15!
I said hello. For Christ sake, Paddy!
John! Don't call me Paddy in this mad Loyalist town. Right. Calm down.
You're all right up in West Belfast. I LIVE among the Protestant bastards.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mate.
Did you know him before?
How could I know him? I'm from Newry. I shot him in Warren Point.
When I went away, Margaret and the kids moved up to Belfast to make the visiting easier.
Then she got hurt in work, and bought the place down here with her compensation.
They must live here. Paddy... JOHN! Right. John. John. What a stupid fucking name.
Who the hell can hear us in here? Do you know who's buried over there? Only Colonel "Paddy" Blair Mayne.
That's the fucker who founded the SAS! Is he?
He may be SAS, but even THEY don't come back from the dead.
But it shows you what kind of town this is. SAS! Fucking Sadists And Psychopaths!
You don't spell... Never mind.
What are you worried about, anyway?
Wasn't he called Paddy? Or is that just cos he was Irish?
Irish? In the SAS?!
Kira, pass your daddy the milk.
Kira, pass me the milk, please.
Thank you.
Ahem. Right.
Take it away there, Leo. Thanks.
You're getting married soon. To a Protestant.
DOOR SLAMS
YOU need. This family revolves round that. I worked, lost half my leg, providing for YOUR needs.
How much longer are we to pander to your needs?
Look! I'm not asking for any more than any married man has a right to expect.
What about MY right to a husband to help bring up the children? What about THEIR right to a father?
Do you not think there were nights when I had needs?
Do you not think that in 15 years there were nights I cursed you for not being in bed?
Well, I'm here now, and you won't let me in that bed. What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!
I can't. Do you not understand? I can't.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
It's not something I wanted. It's not something I set out for.
That's it. That's it. There's my explanation. There's my discussion. The bloody waterworks.
What's going on?
It's all right.
What do you mean, "It's all right"? You're crying!
What's going on, fella?
Fella? Fella?!
Who's fella?! I'm your father!
She's my MOTHER. Why do you have her crying?
Please!
- Who are you pointing at? - You! Why?
Don't you shout or point your finger at me!
I'm not some drunken bum that can't stand. I'll put you on your back!
Yeah?
He's not telling US what to do!
Wait a bit!
You're so long in that bar you're drunk on the fumes.
Mummy, what's wrong?
Now look what yous have done!
Come on, love. It's all right. Back up to bed.
What are you looking at?
Not at any bloody hero, anyway.
Are you not? You're getting too big for your boots, sonny boy.
It's not a house full of women now. I'M running the show now.
You?! Don't make me laugh.
I'm making you laugh, am I?
Don't push!
Don't fucking push!
Don't use that word.
I told you, don't push!
Give over!
< What's going on? < For God's sake, stop it!
Michael!
Don't you dare!
I hope he doesn't walk in on us. I'm sure he had enough of this in prison. It has to be done.
Oh, sweet mother of God! I knew it! I knew he was up to something.
I'm glad you find it so funny. Quit it!
This is nothing to laugh about.
DOOR SLAMS
Ma?
Ma, are you up there?
I thought I was coming OUT, away from searching, questioning, prying.
We were just worried. Worried my arse!
I'm not going to have this, Ma! You've maybe ruined them trousers.
I'll get a flat. I want freedom and privacy. Don't be melodramatic.
You were searching under my mattress!
With your record, why on earth should we have been suspicious(?)
If you'd stop being bloody selfish for a minute, you'd understand.
You never tell her what you're doing!
We were worried. We don't want you getting into bad company again.
Getting... Causing problems.
There's no problems. I'm not causing any.
I'm not mixing...
I may be...may be drinking a wee bit, but there's no problems.
There's nothing to worry about.
Look! I need... I HAVE to be able to lead my own life again.
Do we know this girl? Is she nice?
I was just saying to Mary
a while ago you need a girlfriend -
a nice girl.
I saw that bitch Roisin Riley the other day!
Bring your girl for tea one day.
Me round for tea?! Oh, that'd be lovely, huh? Just like old times.
I wonder, would she still count the biscuits?
She never liked me, your mother. She never quite APPROVED of me, did she?
That's partly what...
My God, Leo. Did you do this?
What's wrong with it?
It's tacky.
You should get a couple of them wee gnomes and put black berets on them.
Anyway, your da wasn't a Republican. Rubbish! He backed me all the way.
You and him were always arguing about politics. I was THERE.
You lot reinvent yourselves in jail.
Look, I got on well with my da. I'm not saying you didn't, but you did argue about politics.
Will I see you this weekend? Aye.
I need my rations.
I'd love to...
Trust YOU to get a hard-on in this place. Get out!
I dunno what I was thinking about.
One minute I was on my way for a
pee, the next thing I know
I'm lying at the foot of the stairs.
Easy enough done, I suppose.
Before Maghaberry I hadn't climbed a flight of stairs in 15, 16 years.
You lose the knack of it, you know?
Family all well? Aye, the best.
The best, thanks.
You haven't said what you think of me and Roisie? You're a mad bastard.
The more power to you.
Ride her for all you're worth. Fuck her husband! As well? What?
Fuck...
Listen, don't be long. The same length as last time.
Look who it is! Go on!
I don't believe it! Go on! OK.
Ah!
What the hell are you doing? So that's who Ma's invited to tea!
She dropped you like warm shite. Listen...
She's married with a squad of kids. Are they coming round to tea too? She's an old friend! Stuff it, Leo!
Save your lies.
My ma despises that woman! DESPISES.
She thinks you would have come out
for my da's funeral if that bitch
hadn't a' dumped you.
I've never wanted to thump you so much!
Bollocks. I'm away back.
Right, Mrs Donaghy.
What happened to your face?
I, er...er... We had a row. I skelped him.
You would appear to pack quite a punch.
I was angry.
I'm no expert, but I'd say when a married woman gets angry enough to skelp a single man that hard,
it suggests a strong relationship.
- Can we go? - In a minute.
Now, don't you get angry with me, love. I don't want to end up looking like Leo.
Why don't you leave us alone, you black bastards? We're not doing harm.
You know, if you hit him that hard, I'm sure that he hit you BACK!
She's a married woman with a squad of kids. Married! Slut! Trollop!
She was off the minute he was sentenced!
Rolling about the fields with that whore!
WE didn't run off and leave you. Where would you be if we had? We stood by you!
Now you can't spare us the time of day. You're out running after HER!
That's a great reward for years of loyalty - running up and down to the bloody jail in all weathers.
I never thought I'd live to say it, but I'm glad your father's not here.
You'd have broke his heart. Ma! Don't!
Has he not put me through enough - murdering people and spending his best years in prison? And now this!
YOU killed your father! Do you know that? Ma, please!
Brendan! "How can we have reared a murderer?"
That's what he used to say to me when he was crying himself to sleep. "How?!"
Many's the tear we shed together over you.
Then you go and decorate his grave as if he was a murderer like you!
Stop standing there. Do something. Mother!
God curse you, son! You've ruined all our lives.
You killed your father, and ruined all our lives.
I'm riding your wife, Donaghy.
Me and Roisin's having it off!
Do you understand, you fat bollocks?!
Look at you!
What did she marry YOU for?
Come on. Fight!
Fight!
I don't wanna fight.
Biff, show us how you got your name!
Come on!
For fuck's sake - HIT me!
Biff. Christ, Biff.
Biff, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Have you got a hankie?
I dunno... I...
I've lost my teeth. My teeth!
I'm sorry, mate. Biff, I'm sorry.
Sorry. Look, do you want a drink?
Let me buy you a drink. Not drink. I want Roisin!
Right. I'll take you home.
Come on. I'll take you home to Roisin.
What happened, Donaghy? Who hit you?
Who did this to you?
I'm asking you a question, Donaghy. Now, what happened?
We were attacked. I fought my one off.
I'm taking him home. I was taking him home. I know where he lives.
He might need a visit to casualty. Ian?
Did they use hurlies?
Aye, one of them did.
How many were there?
How many fingers am I holding up?
< Come into the back and give me a statement.
Who did it? I'll see you right.
Get him in the van.
Are you all right, Ian?
You go on, Doyle. We'll be talking again soon.
You rescue Shaun Donaghy, then assist the RUC.
What?! According to Constable Yvonne Wycliffe.
They'll hang your picture up in the Falls Road, till they hang you.
Rescued Shaun Donaghy. You still seeing Roisin Donaghy?
For fuck's sake! Do I have any privacy?
Do I have any life of my own?
You're a lifer, with conditions to your release. That old shite!
I know a man who served 15 years. He's out now, no strings - end of story. He can screw who he likes.
I've done 14 years. I've paid for my crimes too. You killed. He didn't.
There should be a limit! What's the limit for your victims?
So if I served 50 years, it wouldn't be enough?
You're getting out after 14. You're getting the chance of a new life.
What new life? I'm watched night and day. Everything I do is watched.
Everything I SAY is written down in a book.
I beat Biff Donaghy up.
Well, HE'S not saying that.
Nor is your friend, Constable Wycliffe. She's not my friend.
I didn't co-operate with the RUC.
No, I DID co-operate, but I DIDN'T assist them.
You know, Leo, it's growing-up time.
It's time you faced up to reality.
The whole of West Belfast wasn't sitting awaiting your return. A bit of advice -
lower the profile, don't draw the attention of the RUC, work quietly and steadily through this scheme,
and you'll HAVE a life of your own.
Within limits!
What have I done now?
Paddy John O'Neill committed suicide last night.
What?
Why?
I mean...
We don't know.
His family doesn't know.
They say there were no problems at home.
Have YOU any idea?
Me?
No.
Why?
You and he were great friends.
He always told me things were fine.
Mind you, they didn't always look as if they were.
Poor old Paddy.
You've no idea at all? I said no.
Did he say if he was worried about anything? We're all worried in this place.
I suppose you accept no responsibility.
You don't think that what this place did to him was part of it?
I'm sure it was, but I didn't put him in prison. Including himself, he's killed nine people.
I want to apply for leave to go to his funeral. It's not possible, I'm afraid. It'll be an IRA funeral.
90% of the mourners will be people that you're not allowed to associate with.
I'm sorry.
'Da, I've something to tell you. I know. Do you think we're blind and deaf?'
Why, after all I've told you?
I remember that night
them bastards dragged you... Don't!
Don't make me your excuse. The pain THEY caused is nothing to the pain YOU'RE causing.
Your mother's walking the floors at night.
Da, I'll be careful. I mean...
It's wrong, Leo, setting yourself up as judge, jury and executioner.
It's wrong, son.
Is that them now?
You'd better be careful, you silly wee bastard.
Look, er...I'm sorry about your mate, Doyle.
It's a... It's rough.
Thanks.
Let's offer words to the Lord. >
Heavenly Father, in Your infinite wisdom...
Cut that shite out, will you?!
Here you go.
Thanks.
Does my ma know I'm in the hostel?
Yes.
How is she? As you see - an old woman suddenly.
All the years she seemed
to have held off, they just seemed
to have dropped on her.
It wasn't just a leg-over, Mary.
It was real. Was it? Roisin Donaghy's not Roisin Riley, Leo.
I remember how quiet and shy she was.
She was really lovely when you were going with her, but she isn't that person any more.
She isn't the person you loved.
She is to me. You're so selfish.
You aren't the only one who dreamt about what it was going to be like when you came out again.
Mary.
Can I still come round to your place? Of course you can.
For God's sake! You'll have to sort yourself out.
What are you going to do with the rest of your life?
You'll have to make it up to me ma, Leo.
It's up to YOU now.
Who was that you sent?! I don't know. He was passing.
Biff could've answered! Why don't you tell him about us?
Let's not go mad here. I love you, Roisin.
You're the only thing that matters.
You ARE my life. Leo...
If you hadn't come back into my life... I've served the Cause before and probably...
You served 14 years for the Cause, much good it's done! And it's over now, anyway.
YOU'RE my cause now. No, no. You've read this in a book or something.
Listen to me, Leo. You killed for your cause.
I don't want you doing that for me.
I don't want to be your CAUSE.
I love you, Roisin.
Leave him. Bring the kids. Leave him and come and live with me.
They have family cells in Maghaberry, do they? You're insane!
He mightn't be exactly a "new man", or even much of a father, but they are his kids too.
He is their father. Then just YOU come away with me.
I need you. You need something. Start with a cold shower. Don't!
Don't make fun of me! I'm not to be made fun of. What is this?!
There would be no peace if it wasn't for people like me, who fought for you!
I couldn't give a shite about your war or your peace. I'm just me, you know? Just plain, ordinary ME!
Listen, Leo. I-I'm way out of my depth here.
We ARE - you and me ARE - because him and me ARE.
I know that sounds daft, but that's IT.
I'm not your first affair, am I?
Am I?!
Don't you dare shout at me in the street. I don't take that from anyone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I haven't been locked away for 14 years!
I've had the odd ride here and there. I'm not a friggin' nun.
Oh, for fuck's sake, you'll make a show of us, if anyone sees you.
Stop it! Stop gurning like a bloody big nancy boy.
Did you tell your ma what you said to me when I first visited you?
You were my first affair, Leo.
I was 17, and engaged to be married to you.
You told me you were going down for life.
You said I should find somebody else, lead my own life.
You TOLD me not to wait for you. Do you remember?
This would have been us starting now.
I'd nearly be too old to raise children.
I'd still be a virgin. Christ, can you imagine?! You'd probably need a hammer and chisel to get in.
I haven't been happy, Leo.
I haven't been happy, and I can't help partly blaming you for that,
maybe YOU even more than Biff.
Goodbye, Leo.
I didn't ask you to fight for fuckin' Ireland!