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After 30 years of bloodshed,

northern Ireland finally has
a chance for a lasting peace.

The good Friday agreement
represents

an historic opportunity

for catholics and protestants
to set aside their differences.

Until now, violence is something

our children have become
accustomed to.

At this delicate time when
anything can happen,

we are all holding our breath

and praying the troubles
are finally over.

We know that even when peace
treaties are signed

and laws are changed,
there is no real change

without a change of heart.

This episode of

touched
by an angel

is dedicated

to the children
of northern Ireland.

In their hearts lies the key
to a lasting peace.

(Dove cooing)

I dont know, Tess.

-God...!
-Dont you say it, Charlie!

Dont you take his name
in vain,

especially when hes trying
to help you.

I dont need no help.
Were almost done around here.

What?

Besides, Tess, I cant afford
to pay anybody,

let alone a bunch of kids
from northern Ireland.

Its free.

Whats the catch?

Its some kind of peace project,
and I bet

theyre all catholics
and protestants

who hate each other, right?

Things are changing.

Theres a new agreement,
and theres finally a chance

for real and lasting peace.

But these children have
never lived in peace.

So they wont know how
to hold onto it.

And you think bringing em
all over here

to fix up my house is
gonna show em?

Well, miracles happen every day.

All you have to do is say yes.

(Sighs)

Its a done deal. Hell do it.

Its all working out.
I knew it would.

Tess, have you ever felt
like the perfect angel

at the perfect time
for the perfect assignment?

No.

You have to admit, though,

that the father made
a good match,

giving me a chance

to finally do something
for my beloved Ireland.

I prayed about this
for a long time.

Well, its not going
to be easy, baby,

and theres something else
you should understand.

It might not even work.

Oh, but Tess, if you knew
the people,

if youd ever been there.

Ive been to Ireland.

Its very green
and they eat a lot of stew.

But I know how special
it is to you,

and so does the father.

So you go ahead and find
those children.

The father will show you
the right ones.

And ill be here cooking.

(Dove cooing)

♪

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

Tommy Doyle.

Thats your name, isnt it?

What if it is?

Im Monica. Im with
project children.

Oh, yeah, father omalley
told me about you.

We have an appointment
this afternoon at the church.

Im sorry, I dont think
I can make that.

"Is there life after peace?"
Thats an interesting question.

Maybe I could help you
answer it.

I have to go.

Ill see you this afternoon,
then?

I remember Tommy.
I was here to take his mother.

I was here to take his father.

He seems
like an angry young man.

Hes gonna be the hardest
one to get.

Aye, but hes the one
that theyll follow.

But hes just one leader
from one side.

Youre gonna need two.

ID like to make it perfectly
clear, Monica,

that the church stands ready
to help anybody

on a mission of peace,
you know.

Thank you, father.

And I have arranged
the interviews,

but I cant guarantee
the results.

Even though we have
a peace deal,

the catholic teens here
have never known anything

but war and persecution.

Naturally, we live in hope of
the good Friday peace accord.

The protestant children
still live in dread

of the catholic mob.

Thats because they dont
know anything different.

But im offering them a chance
to discover a new way to live.

You feel very strongly
about this, dont you, Monica?

I do, reverend.

Its not me you need
to convince, its them.

Go to america with a load
of prods?

Theyre not prods,
theyre protestants.

And youre a catholic,
not a taig,

and yes, thats exactly
what im proposing.

Then you must be daft.

They burnt US out
of our house,

laughing while we ran.

We ended up five to a bed
in my grandmothers house.

My father still cant get a job.

We will never get
our own house back.

So what good is peace
to me now?

Are you willing to find out?

(Sighs)

Ill think about it.

Hey, reverend, im sorry
were late,

-but that meeting just let out.
-Reverend: Mm-hmm.

Itll be a miracle if you can
get these two on board.

Monica, this is Angus
oneil and Ian wexley.

-Hello. -Hi
-excuse me.

So were going to america,
then?

Perhaps.

Reverend Thompson tells me
that youre both members

of the junior orange order.

Aye. Its a crucial time
for US, Monica.

You see, all this talk
about the peace deal,

we have to be ready

ready for what?

Ready for the whole thing
to collapse, of course.

All its gonna take is one bomb,
one stinking ira murder.

When those dirty taigs strike,
we are gonna be ready.

Dirty taigs?

What im proposing is that you
go to america and work

side-by-side with them
and eat with them

and talk to them.

Do you think you can do that?

I dont walk on the same
side of the street with them.

But I would like to go
to america.

Aye.

When I was a kid, my favorite
game was playing riot.

We used tomato ketchup,
you know, for the blood.

God help the unpopular boys.

We always made them play the
British soldiers. (Chuckles)

Just had no idea how fast
it would stop being a game.

See what that scar says?

"Uvf"?

Ulster volunteer force.

Right-wing protestants.

Nabbed me when I was
tanning the street

and cut me with a knife.

But dont worry, Monica.
The hand still works.

I remember walking home
from school one day

when I was a little girl.

And my friends started throwing
stones at some catholics.

So I picked up a stone.

I found a really heavy one.

And then I picked out this boy.

I threw it at him hard.

He fell down and looked at me.

Ill never forget that look.

I started crying,
and I ran all the way home.

I told my mother what happened,
and you know what?

She was proud of me.

The sad truth is, Maggie,

that the children on both sides
have done terrible things,

and they dont know why
except that theyve been taught

to hate each other.

So im asking, do you think
you could learn to stop hating?

Rose is a special case.
Very smart, natural leader.

Oh, good, ive been looking
for a leader.

She should have gone
to university,

but she was busy taking care
of her father,

and she failed her a levels.

Is her father ill?

Hes been in a wheelchair
for years.

Rose, this is Monica.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Reverend:
Hows your father?

Hes feeling better today,
thank you.

But im afraid we had
a bit of awry.

He wants me to go to america.

Says he wont date,
if I dont,

the stubborn old thing.

Is your father stubborn,
Monica?

Well, I wouldnt say stubborn,
but hes always right.

And in this case,
I believe yours is, too.

Tommy Doyle?

Youre supposed to be over

at the church right now,
not reading poetry.

He wants to go to america.

Here, read the last part.

Read it out.

"Before the kite plunges
down into the wood,

"and this line goes useless,

"take in your two hands,
boys,

"and feel the strumming, rooted
long-tailed pull of grief.

You were born fit for."

Its not what you were born for.

Im so tired of that grief,
Tommy.

Its why I want you
to go to america.

And thats why I handed
in my resignation, so to speak.

You resigned from the ira?

I did.

They wont let you out, Gavin.

Oh, but they did.

Colin oreilly even helped
me find a job.

You have a real job?

Over at gasworks.

Things are changing,
little brother.

You going soft?

Listen, a couple
of beggars in suits

signed a scrap of paper that
says things will get better,

and I want them to.

Im tired of the blood,

Tommy,

and you should be, too.

Gavin, im not going to...

Not another word.

I promised ma and da
ID take care of you,

and im gonna do it.

And youll go to america.

See how they live,

the prods
and the taigs together.

(Sighs)

And youll write me
some beautiful letters.

Youve a touch
of the poet in you,

so theres no excuse.

Ill write you every day.

Monica: Welcome to america.

Here we are.

Andrew has
your room assignments,

so make sure you leave nothing
on the bus, okay?

They sat on opposite sides
of the bus

the entire way back
from the airport.

Oh, my. Hi, baby.

Welcome home.

Oh, yes.

Tess, you know, I really think
this is going to work.

Well, baby, getting them here

was the easy part,

but getting them to live
together is gonna be harder.

(Engine starting)

Theyre young and theyre smart,

and they have so much in common.

(Engine backfires)

Get down!

Yes, baby, I see.

They do.

Its all right, Annie.
Dont be afraid.

The bus backfired.

(Crying)
I thought it was a bomb.

Its just an old bus
with indigestion, Annie.

I want to go home.

Youre safe here.

You are.

Come on. Come on.

Annies parents were killed
by a car bomb last year.

They were on their way to mass.

Are you okay?

Oh, its nothing.

Here, lets have a look.

Can I have my hand back?

Rose, are you okay?

Yes, Angus.

Right, well, go over there.

Maggies looking for you.

You take care of yours,
and, uh,

im sure well take care
of ours.

All right, Tommy?

I cant believe that policeman
let me take his picture

at the airport.

Ah, imagine that.

A smiling policeman.

Do take your nose
out of that mirror

and have a look around you.

Where are the swimming pools?

Its not that kind
of neighborhood.

Must be a catholic street.

Shame on you, Rose Larkin.

Making eyes at a catholic boy?

I wasnt making eyes.

I dont care

if theres a peace treaty.

You still cant trust them.

Well, ill tell you what.

See if they attack.

You stand behind me, and ill
throw your camera at them.

Well, something tells me

you wont be throwing nothing
at the redhead.

What do you mean?

For gods sakes, Tommy,
ive known you for years.

Ever since we were kids,

throwing stones
at the bloody brits.

So, dont tell me
you dont fancy

Rose the redhead.

Do you know what
I fancy right now?

Whats that?

A wee meal.

Tess: Attention.
I need everybodys attention.

My name is Tess,

and im in charge
of the community center.

There will be no smoking,

no drinking,

no bad language,
no bad attitudes,

and no shenanigans.

Is that clear to everybody?

The correct answer is
"yes, miss Tess."

All:
Yes, miss Tess.

Good.

Now everybody
in the dining room,

because the foods getting cold.

Yes, miss Tess.

So, uh, just come on in
and find your name, have a seat.

(Speaking indistinctly)

I think it would be nice
if we could say a blessing

every evening and each
of you could take a turn.

-Can I start?
-Well, wait now, hold on.

I will eat with you, but im not
gonna let you bless my food.

Im not sitting here

-waiting for a prayer
from a prod. -Not likely

well be listening to a bunch
of catholic rantings either.

Well then, why dont we skip
the blessing and get tore in.

-The foods getting cold.
-Then itll get cold.

Were not skipping the blessing.

(Everyone talking at once)

Guys, cant we just...

Cant we just keep it simple?

Couldnt we just

say something grateful

without getting all religious

on each other?

Yeah. Thats it;
Just keep it simple.

Just the basics.

Wont we?

Hm, all right, then.

Thank you for...

The food.

Tess: He says
youre welcome. Lets eat.

(Laughter)

♪

(Echoing):
Dad!

-Dad! Dad!

-(Whistle blowing)

-Dad! Dad!

-(Whistle blowing)

(Shouting)

(Distorted groan)

(Gunshot, distorted yell)

♪

Girl:
Daddy?

Daddy, theyre burning
the house!

(Distorted shouts)

(Distorted gunshot)

(Distorted scream)

(Exhales)

(Heavy exhale)

Oh. Hello.

Promised me brother
ID write to him every day.

I made some tea.

Well, are you gonna offer me a
cup or you gonna throw it over?

Depends on your attitude.

Depends on my attitude?

Probably wouldnt get a bunch
of protestants and catholics

sitting praying together.

Youre not a woman
to be messing with.

That im not,
you can be sure of that.

Your hands shaking?

Had a bad dream.

Is there any other kind?

(Tommy sighs)

So, Tommy, where do you live?

The markets.

Youre joking!

I live right across the road
up the raven hill.

Were neighbors?

Imagine that.

I imagine a lot of things.

Its the only way I get by.

Well, then...

Imagine something.

About what?

Me.

Youre terribly full
of yourself, arent you ?

Right now im only
full of one thing...

To say to the prettiest girl
ive ever seen.

Do you believe
in love at first sight?

No.

(Quietly):
Ah.

Practical girl.

Irresistible.

A good protestant girl
doesnt fall in love in a day.

What happened to you?

Were in america.

Anything can happen.

Top of the evening to you.

-♪
-(door closes)

(Frustrated sigh)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

Now, theres a picture
of the future if I ever saw one.

Theres no shame
in being a binman.

(Chuckles):
Not for a taig.

Andrew:
Hey, come on, thats enough!

Thats enough! Thats...

Enough.

I cant tell the catholics
from the protestants.

Thats not really something
you can see.

But its not just
a religious war, you know.

Its economic
and cultural, too.

Back in Ireland, some people
wear different colors

to show their allegiance.

(Sighs)
Just like gangs do here?

I suppose so.

Gangs are stupid, too.

♪

♪

♪

Im glad you came.

It cant work, you know.

Tommy: It always works when
two people are in love.

Rose:
Were not in love.

Were in america.

Everything seems different here.

(Sighs)

When we get back, Tommy,

theres no hope for two like US.

Were like... Romeo and Juliet.

They tried to love each other,

and they ended up dead.

But Shakespeare was a brit.

Did you ever hear
the Irish version?

It all ends very, very happily,
of course.

But the beginning...

The beginnings
something quite special.

It begins with a kiss.

Like this.

Oh, I think youre
something grand, Rose.

You ever lie on your bed
when you were a wee girl,

with your pillow over your head

in the middle of the night,

trying to stop the sound of
the guns, and the...

And the screaming mothers
and their crying babies?

And wondered to yourself,
was there anything...

Anything at all...

Thats worth living another day
in that hell for?

Yes.

And so did I.

(Rose sniffles)

Whats wrong?

Its my father.

My father was paralyzed
when I was little.

Hes been in
a wheelchair for years.

Its just been so long
since anyone held me.

Well, tell me about him.

Your da.

Come on, well sit down.

Rose:
It was ten years ago.

At easter time, there was
a riot at unity flats.

I remember that.

That wasnt a riot, that was
a peaceful demonstration.

No.

My father was there.
He was a policeman.

He tried to keep order, but...

But somebody threw a bomb,
and then the people

-attacked the police, and...
-Thats not how it happened.

The police opened fire
on the crowd.

Thats a lie!

My father was there, too.

He led that demonstration.

Your

father?

Your

father?

Tommy Doyle?

Dear god in heaven.

Youre that Doyle?

He was in the ira.
Your dad.

I wouldnt be surprised if
he threw the bomb himself!

The one that
paralyzed my father!

Nobody knows who
threw that bomb, Rose.

It was probably
the police themselves.

And then they arrest my da
on bogus charges,

and take him away to prison.

Next time I saw him, my brother
was taking him home in a coffin.

So your brothers ira, too?

That was the night he joined,
the night they arrested my da.

He started a riot!

Thats not the way I heard it.

Well, its the way it happened.

My father wouldnt lie.

Well, neither would mine!

Your fathers a terrorist!

My father was defending himself.

My father was defending
this country.

At least you
still have a father.

You didnt know about that?

No.

Well, people are
full of surprises.

I guess thats something they
needed to learn for themselves.

I didnt expect them
to fall in love.

I wanted leaders, not lovers.

Well, baby, the greatest leaders
in the world

wont be able to make peace work

unless it starts with love.

I know how much
you care about this.

I do!

And I know you have a plan,

and I know your plan

is all about stopping the hate.

Yes, it is.

But gods plan is about
getting the love started.

Now, which plan is
gonna work best, hmm?

Its just that my heart has been
breaking over this for so long,

and now that theres a chance,

I just want to do
everything I can.

Oh... but, honey,

you cant do everything.

Just do one thing.

Trust in god.

He knows how much
you care about that place.

Believe me, baby, he knows.

He knows.

Monica:
Are you taking a break?

For a bit.

Youve been working hard,
you deserve it.

Ive been thinking about taking
a longer break, actually.

Might be going home early.

Monica:
Why?

Did that Tommy Doyle
do something to you?

Shut up, Maggie.

I knew that Boyd be trouble.

Maybe you should go home.

You can leave if you
feel you must, Rose.

But I believe you came here
to accomplish something

that you havent achieved yet.

I didnt say

it would be easy
if you came to america

and got to know the people
you thought were your enemies.

I dont want to know them.

I think you already know them.

Now comes the hard part--
loving them anyway.

(Doorbell rings)

Would you excuse me?

-(Door opens)
-Hello.

I wonder where Andrew is today.

Says he had to go out
on business.

I wonder what type
of business hes in

whenever he has no time
to see the likes of US.

(Chuckles)

Hello, are you even
listening to me?

You, stay away from Rose.

Get out of here, Angus,

I dont need any advice
from you today, okay?

Aye, well, you see,
its not advice, Tommy.

Thats a flat-out threat.

Dirty taig.

Thats it, youve been asking
for it all week.

Come on.

Monica:
Angus, come down here.

(Music playing)

Cant believe what im seeing.

Ceilidh band.

Thought you might be feeling
a bit homesick about now.

Im doing all right.

And the chance to dance with
a beautiful girl wouldnt make

a bit of difference, would it?

Im not a very good dancer.

Im not asking you
to let them see you dance.

Im asking you to let them
see you change.

Come on.

(Rose gasps)

(Laughter)

(Clapping rhythmically)

♪

(Song ends)

What is it, Tess?

I have some very difficult news.

Something back home?

Yes.

Uh, Tommy, could I speak
to you for a minute?

You can talk to me here, Tess.

Were friends.

Well...

I-I-Its your brother, baby.

Hes been killed.

Tommy, im so sorry.

Tommy?

Bloody murderers.

Baby, nobody murdered
your brother.

A gas main blew up in the
factory where he was working.

An explosion?

You mean, like a bomb?

Of course its a bomb.

-Its Ireland.
-I was told

it was an accident.

Thats the way
you always explain

the murder of a catholic,
isnt it?

Tommy, please
dont jump to conclusions

till we know all the facts.

The fact is, Monica,
we all know what happened.

What are you talking about?

Gavin always says
theyd get him in the end.

Why, what did he do?

Oh, well, now I know what stinks
so badly around here.

Gone too far, Angus.

(Angus sniffs)

Uh-huh, smells
just like the ira.

He quit all up
whenever the peace treaty came,

and now the prods
have broken it.

How many did he kill
before he went all holy?

-Not enough.
-Go back to hell

where you belong and give my
regards to that brother of his.

-Tommy, she didnt mean that.
-Dont touch me. -Rose,

whats wrong with you?

How can you touch
that filthy taig?

Ill go back to Bury my brother.

-Then im going to Bury you.
-Monica: Stop it,

stop it, stop it, stop it.

"Filthy taig," "dirty prod"?

"Kill a catholic for the queen"?

"Shoot a protestant
for holy mother church"?

For the love of god, please,
I beg you to stop it.

Every one of you has lost
someone you love, I know that--

a father, a mother,
a cousin, a brother--

but the score
will never be even.

Youll kill him
because he killed her

and then theyll kill you
and itll go on and on and on.

For as long as youre keeping
the score,

as long as you both want
to have the last word,

the last word
will never be spoken

and there will never be peace.

Its easy not to care
about the score, Monica,

when youre not
on the losing side.

At least we know now what side
youre on, dont we, Monica?

(Sighs)
I know what youre thinking,

Tommy, but youre wrong.

Im not a protestant.

And im not a catholic.

Well, then,
whose side are you on?

Im on gods side.

Tommy:
Thats the problem.

Were all on gods side.

Please.

Tommy.

You come with me.

Please everyone.

Nice peace while it lasted.

(Sighing)

(Sighs)

It

was

an accident.

(Sighs)

What do you think
your father would say

if he saw you hanging
about that boys neck?

Tommys just lost his brother.

I dont have an ounce of pity,
and neither should you.

I love him, Maggie.

Rose?

Rose, tommys packing
for the funeral.

Tommys leaving nigh?

His plane leaves
in a couple of hours.

I... I thought you might want
to say good-bye.

Hell be down in a minute.

Maggie:
She has nothing

to say to him.

Rose.

Rose...

Youre my best friend.

Do you remember
when we were little girls,

and we used to try
and figure out

which was the boy
we loved the best?

I could never make up my mind,
but youd always say,

"theres one way to tell.

Ask yourself, would you die
for him, Maggie?"

Do you remember that?

Well, im asking you now, Rose.

Would you die for him?

Because when your family

and your friends turn
their backs on you,

you might as well be dead.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Barking)

♪

God save US all.

Peace is over.

So are we.

Rose:
What was he like?

Your brother?

He was a great fella.

He was my best friend.

(Sighs)

He was all I had left.

-Are you ready, Tommy?
-I was just

-saying good-bye.
-Monica: It can be

hard to say good-bye
to someone that you love.

Sometimes you dont even
get a chance

to say good-bye at all, huh?

Monica:
Thats true.

You never know
when death will come.

Arent you glad then, Tommy,
that the the last words

you spoke to your brother
were words of love?

How would you know?

Do you believe in angels?

Sure.

And leprechauns.

Wee fairies, too.

Im not speaking
of fairytales.

Im speaking of messengers
from god.

The one true god
who made you, Tommy.

And you, too, Rose.

The god in whose name
too much blood has been shed.

The god who is tired
of all of this.

The god who I serve.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Monica:
I am

-an angel.
-Rose: God

sent an angel... to US?

Why? What have we done?

Dont be afraid.

God loves you both so much.

But you have to listen.

Can you put away
the catholic words

and the protestant words,

and listen only
to the word of god?

Why would god send an angel
to you?

Because to every generation

the truth is born anew,

and with it comes the promise
of peace.

(Sighs)

This is your time.

This is your chance.

I asked the father,

I begged the father
for the privilege

of sharing this time with you

because I love you, too.

Because I love peace

and because I love Ireland
so much.

Angels are not created
from human love,

but from a simple whisper
of the father.

And when god called me
into being,

I lived an eternity
in his presence

until one day he told me
he had work for me to do,

and it was time to begin it.

And he sat me down

on the greenest hill
I had ever seen...

...where the first mists
of creation

still lingered in the valley.

And the oceans crashed
against ancient cliffs.

And the rich perfume of life
itself filled my every breath.

You see, the first steps
I ever took

were on the soil of Ireland.

It is the first place

I ever saw peace on earth.

The peace that was meant to be.

The peace that is meant to stay.

The peace
that you are meant to keep.

US?

Tommy, your brother
was not murdered.

It

was

an accident.

And the peace there
is in tact

unless someone like you,

someone still angry
and counting your dead

lashes out in revenge
one more time.

Well, then I wont.

Of course I wont.

Good.

But god wants more
from you, Tommy.

And you, too, Rose.

I know
that there is romantic love

that you feel
for one another,

but there is other love, too.

And god is asking you
to put that love first.

The love that you share

for the country
where you both were born.

The love of the peace

that youve both been given.

And the love of the people,

all your brothers and sisters,

who sit on the same hill
and breathe the same air

and give thanks
to the same god

for making them sons
and daughters of Ireland.

(Voice breaking):
If you can do that,

if you can put away
the pointing of fingers,

and the speaking of wickedness,

and the doing of evil,

then god will make you strong

and make your love stronger.

Then you will raise up
the broken foundations

and be called
the repairers of the breach.

The restorers of the streets

where the children
of Ireland dwell.

Will you do it?

The love and the peace
that you have found here...

Will you leave it behind,

or will you take it home
with you?

Tommy:
Gavin loved his country.

He wanted peace
in northern Ireland

more than anything.

But he also loved me,

and he wanted me
to have a future.

He didnt want me
to die for my country.

He wanted me to live for it.

So he sent me to america

to see what peace looked like.

And there,
there was no barbed wire.

And I saw neighbors of all

beliefs and colors
sitting down and

talking with each other.

There I was sitting and talking
with protestants.

I know there will come a day
when ill see my brother again.

But while I wait for that day,

ill see my protestant

and catholic brothers
and sisters every day.

Really see them.

(Door opening)

Because ive learned

that peace isnt just
the absence of war.

Its the presence of god.

One god.

The god of love.

And with that love

comes forgiveness.

When I was in america,

one of my new friends taught me
a song.

Well, not a song. A prayer.

And I hope
youll pray it with me.

For Gavin.

For ourselves.

For northern Ireland.

Tess:
♪ let

♪ there be peace on earth

♪ and let it begin with me

Tess & people:
♪ let there be peace

♪ on earth

♪ the peace
that was meant to be ♪

♪ with god as our father

♪ brothers all are we

♪ let me walk with my brother

♪ in perfect Harmony

♪ let peace begin with me

♪ let this be the moment now

♪ with every breath I take

♪ let this be my solemn vow

♪ to take each moment

♪ and live each moment

♪ in peace and Harmony

♪ let there be peace on earth

♪ and let it begin

♪ with me.