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You've got an audience.

Give her the soldier's song.

What's your name?

It's a saxophone.

Now, come on lads, it's not
the bloody Hall� Orchestra

- It's not the Albert Hall.
- Van Morrison, eat your heart out.

Here he is lads, the "Stan Getz"
of South Armagh.

- Where's the girl?
- What girl?

She comes with the hall.

- Have we been here before?
- Aye. They liked us too.

We got a bigger crowd
than Dickie Rock.

Are they paying us danger money?

Now, now lads. We're musicians,
and music hath charms.

- Are you developing a lisp?
- Smart-arse.

- Where is the band-room in this kip?
- It's in the back there.

And tell Dee to make it snappy.

I think he's developing a lisp.

- Who?
- Your man.

- A bit more round the eyes.
- Give over.

- That's nice.
- I have to look good.

- To keep you boys in business.
- You always do.

- Will you be around later?
- Ask my manager.

- Fuck your manager.
- Aye, maybe I will.

Don't.

Give over will you, and zip me up.

See you later.

You're not coming in?

It's for my saxophone.

Come on.

Thanks.

- She's with me.
- Rules of the hall. No passes.

Two, please.

I love you.

Two pounds.

- Now you happy?
- She's not worth half that.

Are you, honey?

Will we dance?

Do you come here often?

Aye, you do, don't you?

You shouldn't smile so much.
It will set people thinking.

It's time you were on stage.

You look after her now.

Come on, let's show them sunshine.
Stop them all holding up the walls.

Good, isn't he?
That good he's ridiculous.

Look, uh, I'm going to have to
leave you. I've got things to do.

I said I've got things to do.

That's better.

- You call this a honeymoon?
- Aye. He does, he calls it a honeymoon.

Ah leave him be. My John is sentimental.
This is the place where he picked me up.

You love that, don't you.

- Aye, but am I any good?
- You're not bad.

- Hey, let's dance.
- You know I can't dance.

Come on, it's my wedding day.

Well, you only want to live, but
you've got to get every part of me

Come on, up to the front.

You've got to get
to the heart of me

I haven't got a gun in my hand

And I haven't got a ticket
to the promised land

I'm a woman, you're man

Good, aren't they.

I'm not looking for a
guide to the body's soul

You get the fuck out!

You little shit.

You stay away from me
and my band. Do you hear me?

Don't come round here again!

You can just go and
sing for your money.

I'm protected already.

Now I'm warning you.
Don't you come near me again.

Or you'll find yourself missing a kneecap.
That's an order to you. Get out!

- Why aren't you up there?
- They don't need me for this.

Did you used to play the Las Vegas?

- They had a sax-man was just like you.
- We all look just the same.

- Going to ask me to dance?
- Will you dance?

I can't.
I'm married.

- What the fuck you doing
talking to him? - Nothing.

Come on.

Come on.

Dee?

Dee!

So, you asked your manager.

Sorry, I thought you were her.

Her that sings.

You're too young.

You really like him that much, eh?

- Where the hell is he?
- You go home with Bill. I'll take him.

Tell him where to put it too.

It's a "wishing tree".

Are you alright?

Is this what they taught
you in convent school?

You can't hear me, can you?

You're beautiful.

Did you hear that?

Blow the hall if you like lads,
but leave me be.

- You were making payments.
- I was told to.

You've been a bad boy.

Who the fuck is she?

It doesn't matter who she is.

Go on.

Why didn't you stay?

Come on, come on!
I'll help you.

I'll teach you to sing.

Jesus... Christ.

It's so quiet now, out there.

- You'd think it was...
- What?

Paradise.

What do you know Mr Bloom?

Nothing more than you do.

You're supposed to
ask me questions.

Yes.

Did they ever discuss
business with you?

Just music.

Why did he stay behind?

I suppose he was waiting for me.

Did he... recognize them?

- I don't remember.
- Here. Have a look at these.

Just say whatever comes into
your mind. Anything at all.

No-one saw you, Danny.

Nothing to be afraid of.

Remember that, now.

I saw feet...

...have you pictures of feet?

Hey you!

Where do you get your shoes?

- What's it like out there?
- Haven't you been out yet?

The day of the funeral
was like heaven.

You could see the mountains.

What happened, Danny?

Won't you tell me?

Don't you remember?

He had the whole band insured.

Like he expected something.

Bill's got a hall down in Balally.

He's bought a Mercedes van. He's going
to manage us. He's going to try.

He's got your sax there...

...waiting.

He wants you back, Danny.

Can he have you?

Where were you Dee?

- I was calling you.
- Don't.

I wanted to do this to you.

Then I did it to someone else.

Auntie Mae.

And where have you been?

- I was touring.
- You always are.

Put on the kettle, Mae.

Why, none of our
breed's got sense.

Always chasing glitter.

Music, lights,
anything that glitters.

May as well chase shadows.

It's got charms, Mae.

- Who told you that one?
- He did.

Dear Ben...

...where did it get him?

It got him you.

I'll get you a cup of tea.

I remember you playing in
the bandstand at Portstewart.

And me looking on...

...proud as punch.

The wind whipping
around your wee ankles.

A dark lady,
and a government man.

I used to read them around here
until it got too uncomfortable.

They kept turning up black.

Who wants to pay to
see the ace of spades?

Am I going to cross water, Mae?

When the last day comes I think everyone
will turn up black. All over this city.

Thousands and thousands of aces of
spades on the same day at the same hour.

And they know it.

What do they say?

I've lost the knack, son.

You plays the tune.

I've lost my saxophone.

We've all lost something.

You'll remember him in here.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Mae.

Could you accent that a bit more?
It was a bit quiet that time.

Right, after four.

One, two, one, two, three, four.

Looking at you

You're not the same anymore

What can I do?

To stop you going
through that door?

Light a cigarette...

- Hey!
- Somebody down there!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

- Oh, it's you.
- You told me to come.

We did that.

And I'm here.

The lads were... superstitious.
They wouldn't come back.

- Couldn't do without
you though. - No?

We hung on to your sax.

- I suppose you were wondering
about it? - No.

Forgotten how...

Don't give us that, Danny.
You couldn't forget.

It's my hand.

Try "Thicker Than Water".
Just like before.

Do I make you nervous?

Don't worry about it, Danny.
You'll get it back.

Love is thicker than water, baby

And deeper than wine

You've had a change of heart

I wish that somebody
changed mine

Why'd you come in like that?

- Like what?
- Like a ghost.

I just came in.

The "Stan Getz" of South Armagh.

You're still good you know.

What we need is
a bit of glitter.

New suits...

...nice jackets.

Long straight lapels down to
about here. And gold clasps.

Long jackets, with a black or silver
stripe down the side of the pants.

And a flare, an inset flare.

- What colour do you think?
- Pink.

- Why pink?
- It's a nice colour.

- What do you think of pink?
- It's nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose "pink".

- Give him a chance.
- That's what I'm doing.

Who's that?

Monica Vitti.

Who's Monica Vitti?

What is it, Danny?

It's a dream.

What's a dream?

Pink.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for shoes.

Well, this is a specialist shop.

Aye...

...you specialize in shoes.

We only deal with
prescribed patients.

So how does a body
buy your shoes?

Well, you get a prescription.

- Via The Royal Hospital.
- Been there.

You're wanted on the phone.

Excuse me.

Now look, I told you
not to call me here.

Is there anything you want?
We're closing for lunch.

No, thanks.

Like I said.
Try "The Royal".

I want to talk to you.

What's your name?

I wanted to tell you how
beautiful she was.

Here is the proof

For the crows to pluck

For the rain to gather

For the wind to suck

For the sun to rise

For the trees to drop

Here is the strange,

and the bitter...

Crop

Crop

"That's the business, Danny. "

You sounded great there.

Did I?

- We're going to play your tune.
- What tune?

"Danny Boy".
For the slow set.

That's not my tune,
that's everybody's.

You'll be alright you know.
Someone's looking after you.

Would you tell me who?

I can see it when you play...

...you're charmed.

- This isn't my way, Danny.
- Sorry. I'm dreaming.

Can we stop for a bit?

I meant that you know.

There is a spell on you.

Now you tell me.

I didn't notice it before.

Maybe I didn't look.

Am I talking too much?

No, you're not.

You say something for a change.

- Shall I compare thee to a
summer's day? - How nice.

Can I touch your hair.

Why don't you look at me?

Can I kiss you?

Thou art more lovely
and more temperate.

So, you were a convent girl?

Yes.

Is it time to go?

Maybe.

So, why didn't he answer?

Jesus wept.

My God.

He's sleeping.

Let him sleep.

You owe his life.

Come on.

When Ben was on his uppers,
I'd read the cards.

No gigs coming in, so Mae
would read the cards.

Fortunes on the promenade.

The dark lady on a government man.

Nobodaddy walks through him.

- Who's Nobodaddy?
- He's in the park.

He's got a face.

You can lose him among
all the other faces.

I never know what
he looks like.

I just know when he's there.

I tell lies when I feel "him".
I say...

"There will be a wedding
or you'll cross water. "

I tell them anything but "him".

You don't have to
pay to see "him".

Well, Danny.

Playing again?

A little.

You were supposed
to come and see us.

Did you forget?

I must have.

- You have a bad memory, Danny.
- I know.

Will you take a lift?

Will I mind that for you?

Right.

We can show you every face in
the country, if it would help you.

Catholic, Protestant...

By the way, in case you are
wondering... I'm Jewish.

Are you a Catholic Jew
or a Protestant Jew?

They can't all have
done something.

Oh, yes they can.

That's the beauty of it.

Nowadays...

here...

...everybody is guilty.

Now see, maybe you're
better off forgetting.

- You asked me to remember.
- I know, I know.

But it's deep.

It's everywhere,
and it's nowhere.

What is?

Evil.

Do you know him?

- What's over there?
- There's the sea.

Would you take me to it?

Would you mind telling
me who you are?

- I'm nobody.
- Aye.

And that's nothing you've
got stuck in my back.

I'm a musician.

Don't stop!

I won't...

I won't.

- What's your name?
- George.

- She's very beautiful, George.
- Who?

- On the wall... your wife.
- She's not my wife. She's my sister.

I don't remember things, George.

I want you to help me.

I can't go any further.

- I want you to remember
for me. - I can't.

I'm bleeding.

I'm sorry.

- Don't move.
- I won't. I promise.

Now... tell me.

He was making payments.

Protection money.

He was vermin.

- What do you do with vermin?
- Tell me about her.

I don't know about her.
She just appeared.

Who shot her?

She reminded me of someone.

- Did you shoot her?
- No!

- Who did?
- Don't ask questions.

Hey! What's your name?

Huh?

That thing doesn't suit you.

You shouldn't have done that!

Tell me, George!

Don't leave me now.
Don't leave me until...

George.
George.

Tell me, George.

We're playing at eight. We can
hang around the camp until then.

It's our first gig,
so make it a good one.

- Right. You first.
- Why?

Appearances.

What's this all about?

He paid them.
He paid the cameras.

- Give us a smile there, Danny,
- Why?

It's what managers do.

- Did you know Ben Coyne?
- Who?

Ben Coyne. You used to play
with him in the Shangri-La.

- I've played with a lot of bands, kid.
- So have I.

Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to say that
couples 7 and 4 have been eliminated.

But we will continue with a samba.

Should have known
you'd be here.

Your magic cowboy.

- Fancy a samba, kid?
- I fancy you.

- Who taught you to dance?
- My auntie, Mae.

We can win this you know.

- Leave them standing.
- We're too young.

Will all couples not in the
competition please leave the floor.

- He means us.
- Let's join the competition.

We need a number.

Clear the floor, please.
Clear the floor!

Danny! Dee!

Danny, will you come on.
We'll never get finished. Come on.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Where's this gig then?
- Back at the camp.

Okay, well line you up here.

- Quick as you can, quick as you can.
- Along here?

But come you back

When summer

is in the meadow

Or when the valley

is hushed,
and white with snow

For I'll be here,

in sunshine,

or in shadow

Oh, Danny boy

I love you so

See...

...we'd make a pair.

Why didn't you tell
me that before?

I didn't notice.

Nice tree, isn't it?

Do you want to make a wish?

- Can I stay with you tonight?
- Ask my manager.

- He's dead.
- I didn't mean that.

- What time is it?
- Twenty past twelve.

Are you a convent girl?

I'm your woman, Danny.

Tell me what a "sin" is.

It's a habit Catholics indulge in.

What about protestants?

They don't know
what sinning is.

You do, though.

You amuse me.
Do you know that?

You never did before.

- You never played the soprano.
- I'm waiting on the right tune.

See you Monday.

I've played for them all.

The Clipper Carlton.
The Romantics.

Johnny Wonder
and The Blue Lagoon.

And now?

I play for 'The Lord'.

- Someone called to see you.
- Who?

A government man.

- Did you show them?
- What?

- Did you make them dance?
- They'd have done that anyway, Mae.

Listen, do you remember?
I taught you to dance.

Dum di, dum, di dum.
Come on, come on.

Oh, Danny.

Hurry up, Danny.

They want you.

You'd better come.

What is this place?

It's a dormitory.

It's a place where people sleep.

If you listen...
you can hear them.

- Hear what?
- The sleepers.

You know him!

And you...

...you know me now.

Maybe...

Maybe he was in love.

Were you ever in love?

- Yes.
- Well maybe he was too.

I would hope he was, Danny.

Wouldn't you?

- Wouldn't you?
- I would.

What do you know, Danny?

Nothing.

And I know nothing, too.

You've got to watch...

...nothing.

It can take hold of you.

Be careful for those hands, Danny.

You need them, don't you.

I'm a musician.

If music be the food of love...

- How's it go?
- Play on.

You know...

You can go places, Danny,
that I couldn't.

Do you understand?

I do.

It's a kind of...

Poetic license.

She looked beautiful.

When she was like that.

This is a mental hospital.

I know, but they run
a gig here for the locals.

There is tea down the
way if you want some.

I want to hear the sound.

What's wrong with you, Danny?

Nothing.

The saxophone, the saxophone.

Danny.
Danny!

- They want you.
- Wait a while.

What's up with you, Danny?

I want to look at you.
That's all.

- You're nuts.
- I know.

Just like them.

Saxophone, the saxophone.

I can't.

Why not?

Because you have
to tell me first.

What is it?

- It's nothing.
- You're lying.

It's like a nothing
you can feel.

And it gets worse.

You say you love me.

Ever since I met you in that room.
With all those flowers.

I wish you didn't.

Come on.
Finish it.

Are you listening?
Finish it.

Let me finish this.

You're the sax-man,
aren't you?

How do you know?

You asked me to dance once.

Don't you remember?

I was wearing white.

You were just married?

Aye, I was.

What do you mean "was"?

You know men.

Start out angels,
end up brutes.

- It began that night.
- What night?

The night I met you, Dumbo.

My wedding night.

He vanished before
the dance was over.

I didn't see him again
until five the next day.

It went from bad to worse.

I ended up with more
black-eyes than pimples.

So...

How are you, sax-man?

Where are you playing?

In Six-Mile Bridge.

Will you come?

Are you asking?

I'll leave a pass for
you at the door.

I might come.

Promise?

Why are you so eager?

I remember your eyes.

I though you weren't coming.
Where's your car?

God, you're full of chat.

Too fast aren't you.

I knew you would be.
All you men in bands.

- Yes sir?
- Five pound's-worth, please.

- What age is he?
- I forget.

You couldn't forget.

He'll be 33 next Wednesday.

Ten years and three months older
than me, if you're interested.

Will you send him a card?

Maybe we can
become pen-pals.

Nobody's touched me since.

You don't look at all like him.

Did he sleep on this side?

You sound as if you're
jealous of him.

I am.

I want to know everything
he ever did with you.

Ask away.

When he came back to
you on your first night.

- Did he?
- It wasn't my first night.

But did he?

He always wanted it...
no matter when he came back.

I was so young.
I was only 22.

Am I like him?

Oh, darling.

You're like him now.

He's got a woman you know.

He meets her
every lunch time.

Up at the forestry,
where he works.

Get off!

- What will we do when it rains?
- We'll use the hut.

I don't like getting there.

- Have you got any
better ideas? - Oh.

I like you, Beth.

You're my soul.

You're a Prod.
They don't have souls.

You taking me home?

You know me, Beth.
I'll take you anywhere.

I know that, that's what
I'm worried about.

Jesus.

Keep going.

Mister... Mister, you could
let me go couldn't you?

I mean, I mean you could
just take him. I mean...

I wasn't going to see
him anymore anyway.

It's not me you
want you know.

It's someone bigger than me.

I'll take you to him.

Sure, I'm only small fry.

Ain't that right, Beth?

How did you do it?

Do what?

That night...

...at the dance-hall.

It's not that hard when
you put your mind to it.

You must know yourself.

- I do.
- Aye...

Sure, you're only a boy.

And you cannot afford to be
a boy in our line of business.

But he'll tell you himself.
He'll tell you it all.

- Where is he?
- Oh, he's never too far.

Aye.
I'll take you to him.

They'll take you to hell.

And you believe in hell,
don't you?

And you too, Betty!
We'll all go together!

You see, me and Betty.
We know where the darkness is.

- Don't we?
- How did you shoot her?

It's easy,
you just pull the trigger.

Well go on you little fucker, go on!

Pull it!
Pull it!

You're going to shoot me anyway.
Go on you fucker. Fucking pull it!

Go on! Pull the trigger!
Shoot me!

Go on, shoot me.
Shoot me!

Now, there's a hundred
and thirty-five quid there.

Tell your boss "thanks very much.
I feel extremely protected. "

Okay.
Okay.

- Get him out of here!
- Give it back to him!

Hold on, Danny!
Danny!

That's why they
did it to Ray, Bill.

He was making payments.

God. Is this what
you couldn't tell me?

Dee!

Don't touch me!
You're dead.

Fuck you, Danny.
Fuck you!

You make me feel unclean.

They were looking for you.

Who?

Them like you, only in uniform.

- What do you want?
- Clothes.

And your husband.

- What's your name?
- Mary.

Would you show me
his clothes, Mary?

I have a gun.

- Does he fit me?
- Better than he fits himself.

Do you not love him, Mary?

Will you cut my hair?

So you don't want them to
know you, whoever they are.

No.

- It's very short.
- Good.

I've a mind it won't suit you.

He always wore it short.

- Where is he?
- He's dead.

I've a better scissors downstairs.

Mary?

Mary.

Mary.

You shouldn't
have done that!

You have to finish my hair.

Have you any food?

Eat it.

Was he a good man?

He was.

Why don't you have a sleep.

That gun.

Who taught you to use it?

Him that I'm after.

You know him then?

A friend of yours?

He's an acquaintance.

- Why do you want him?
- I don't know anymore.

It's not me that needs sleep.
It's you.

Hating is easy,
that's what I found out.

It has its own ways...

...it just grows.

My man was bad.
I hated him for years.

I'd stand beside
him at mass, and pray.

Lord let me be free of him.

Love is kind, the priest
told me, but I never felt it.

And he went.

And I felt.

Well, I'll tell you what I felt.

Wherever you stand...

His eyes stare right at you.

I'll show you what I felt.

No!

John Francis. Seventh son of a
seventh son. Two pounds a sitting.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

John Francis. Seventh son of
a seventh son. Two pounds.

Any more now?
Two pounds a sitting.

John Francis. Seventh son of
a seventh son. Any more now?

You'll have to wait your turn.

Go home. The holy mother
will bless you, ma'am.

What ails you, sir?

Have you really
got the power?

I have.

- Where you from, kid?
- From Derry City.

- Where did you get the suit?
- My uncle bought it.

Let him be, Francis.

Half the country
is looking for you.

Is that blood?

You've been a bad boy.

A bad... bad boy.

Here we are, in the end.

Vengeance is mine.

Who said that?

I don't know.

The Lord said that.

Where's Bloom?

He's playing again.

A lot easier to play than
a saxophone, huh?

- It is. - You only have
the one tune.

- What's your name?
- Thomas.

Here's a boy who
believes in miracles.

Do you?

I do.

Stay with me.

I can't.

I grew up around here.

So did she.

Why didn't you
tell me Mr Bloom?

I didn't know.

You wanted me to find out?

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