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I say there'll be a crowd at the house tonight for you, Jimmy, ha?

When did they let you out, Massey?

Just a month ago.

After the new government came in, like.

How long did you serve?

Three years.

It's awful tough on Angela.

We had to send our eldest one, Kate, off to her auntie in Scotland.

Is she back yet?

Nah, I have to find some work first.

Sorry I'll stay at Mount Jimmy, eh?

Myself and Tommy keep an eye on the roof as best we can, like, but... Some ghosts

in there, eh?

I still miss it.

Go on, Dixie.

Go next. Stand.

Stand.

Run!

James!

You're back.

Oh, yeah.

Too long.

Too long. I know.

Sorry I didn't make it back for Charlie's funeral.

Just been to the grave.

Oh, he was a good son.

But this farm is a mess without him.

Thank you.

Why aren't you bloody alone?

I could smell you were back.

Great to see you. I can't believe they let you out. About bloody time. Did you

get lost?

You were sorely missed Jimmy.

Great to have you back.

Thank you, Phil.

I believe you got married recently.

Oh, he did, yeah. There's some fierce, desperate women in Leithram altogether.

Well, Jimmy.

Jimmy. There must be people around the world 20 times by now.

Well, thanks be to God you're back here now with your mother because you know it

was lonely here for her.

Very, very lonely.

I missed you so much.

Well, I'm home now to look after you. It's great to see you all. Lovely to see

you, Jimmy.

What will you do with yourself, Jimmy?

Well, I'll settle back down with ma'am.

I've missed the land.

I want a quiet life now.

Oh, I take bets on that.

A quiet life. Ten to one.

I have some of your Yankee dollars up your sleeve.

I'm going to hand you to that.

For your children.

Oh, thank you.

And for you.

You look well, Luna.

Bit grey around the edges.

Still like a hungry whippet, though.

Why did you stop writing, Jimmy?

You know why.

How are the children?

Healthy.

Full of spirit, thank God.

And Fenton?

Good, steady man.

Loving father.

You?

Same as ever.

Nobody's the same after ten years, Jimmy.

I have to get back.

Thanks for this.

Right Jimmy.

He's very quiet.

I'm gonna give him time.

Not the same man that went away.

Ah, he'll settle.

Will he?

He might, he might.

Far cry from New York, eh Jimmy?

You don't get this down on Broadway.

And here you are back down the same fecking bog in Leitrim.

Wet feet and a wet arse.

Aye,

nobody yelling orders at you.

Can't beat that.

Well, word travels fast.

Must be a great relief to see your son again.

It is.

Is he well?

He's very well, Father.

Thank you.

A lot of water under the bridge.

I don't know, New York is a tough place. It'll be quite a shock from city life to

our humble country ways.

Do you think he's matured?

We all change, Father.

Wouldn't you agree?

Well, God willing, we all change, Father, the better.

Do you think he'll stay?

He was born in this house, Father.

The decision will be his. I will leave that up to him.

You know, we've suffered great violence in this country, Alice.

Yeah. Brother against brother and neighbour against neighbour.

Scars on the heart, they take a long time to heal.

But I sense a new atmosphere, you know, of change, of forgiveness.

Would you agree?

Oh, I would agree, Father, but there must be mutual respect.

Well, let's pray there'll be no slipping back to the old ways.

Oh, by the way, tell your son, if the quietness of the country gets too much

for a man of action, I have some excellent contacts in London who could

find him a very good job, which of course would be a great relief to a

mother in these hard times.

Where would you be now without a nice cup of tea, huh?

Absolutely lost, Father.

If your face is there, you don't recognize Jimmy, what?

Not a one.

Sorry to stop your fun.

Are you who I think you are?

Are you Jimmy Grelton?

And who wants to know?

My name is Mary O'Keefe.

Daughter of Dennis O'Keefe?

He hates you with a passion.

Nearly had a fit when the priest came round to say you were back. Did he now?

Come on.

Dance away now.

Have you seen O'Keefe?

He left the Free State Army a few years back there after his first wife died.

He was on his own with Mary for a while and then he struck gold and married into

land.

He's mad as hell about the change of government, calling them a layer of

communist now. Big shot now in the Army Comrades Association, you know them?

Yeah. Afraid we won't be able to export to England.

A bunch of fascists.

Stay well clear of them.

Nasty as ever.

And with a long memory.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

What's all this? A wild west? Can we have a word?

Well, are we under arrest?

Not yet, anyway.

Go ahead, ask him. The hall, Jimmy.

We've all heard stories, lots of them.

Jamie, my brother's been telling me the stories of when he used to box in the

gym. And she told me, imagine if the hall was fixed up, you could do the

woodwork lessons down there. My uncle did the woodwork lessons. He's finished

it up now and he's one of the best carpenters in the town.

And Ted could use the hall for art classes.

I mean, I've heard of the paintings and the drawings and they're wonderful.

And I met with Sean yesterday and he still has all his poetry and his books

from the foreign countries.

He said he'd do the lessons again if there was a hall there.

Please, Jimmy. He really wants to do it. Please, Jimmy.

Yeah, and the music by Molly and the singing by Luna.

Jimmy, there's nothing around here for us. There's no work.

There's nowhere else for us to go.

We can't go to America the same as yourself.

The rules of immigration have changed. We're stuck here.

Will we stop going around in circles here? Just ask the man what we came here

for. We want to dance, Jimmy.

Somewhere where...

We won't be getting a guard or a priest poking at us with a stick.

Somewhere warm.

Please, Jimmy, will you open up the hall again?

It's fallen to pieces. It's not even safe. We don't understand.

Look at all the free labour.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Too much for the legend of Jamie Grawlton.

You better change the name of the hall.

James Connolly be turning in his grave.

Right, come on, up.

So, how long have you been working at this?

Over the past few months.

Whenever the lads get a bit of free time in the evenings, the weekends.

But we're planning on opening in two or three weeks' time and we're on schedule.

All right, Desi, for Jesus' sake.

Hello?

Desi,

come on. One second, I'm after milk and six cows this morning. I'm starving to

hunger. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, give me patience.

I'm talking about the sandwich in his mouth. Look where you're there. Okay.

Who's that?

Jesus!

The Tans burnt the church hall down in Gowl about a year ago, so we decided to

build our own.

With what money?

I had some savings from the school, and a few friends too.

So, if it's your money and your land, does that mean that it's your hall? No.

It's built by the voluntary labour of the community.

and to run by an elect committee.

I'll teach art, and Molly and Una will teach the music, and Marcy the boxing,

gymnastics, woodwork, literature, and every penny will go back into the hall

to buy materials, musical instruments, books.

We'll have the best damn dancers in the whole country.

I just spoke to your parish priest.

Not best pleased.

He even said that all the horses that drag the sand here will die within a

year.

Is he a priest or a witch doctor?

Our opposition is still the same, the masters and the pastors.

Come in, Father.

You're welcome.

Gralton, you come out.

It's Mr. Gralton to you, Sheridan.

Who in the hell do you think you are, running classes in my parish without my

permission? No permission required.

That's the point. We built it ourselves.

Education is the exclusive...

reserve of Holy Mother Church, not semi-illiterates. Don't patronize me.

I will not have a communist on my turf defy the church.

Now days of tugging the forelock are gone.

Oh, bare arms.

Hardly becomes you.

Did your father know you're here, Una Dempsey?

If you'd like to enroll in our dance class, Father, you're more than welcome.

It doesn't cost a penny, and we're all volunteers.

I'm here to represent my neighbour Rory McManus who is the rightful tenant.

That land has been in their family for over 30 years but due to ill health he

fell behind in the rent.

That landlord wouldn't give him the time to catch up. He threw him off his land.

My name is Seamus Clarke. I am the new tenant.

I rented this land in good faith for a fair price from the landlord.

This court has reached a unanimous decision.

Lieutenant Rory McManus is entitled to the recovery of the land in dispute.

And the tattle the lot of James Clark will be removed obediently.

Timmy.

Timmy.

It's okay.

He's up there with his army.

Dardy's there with his folks too. And the priest is just after arriving.

You're not going to get by.

You better turn around.

Good lad.

The Holy Trinity.

Bastards. You take it easy, right? It's not the Tans we're fighting, no. It's

fucking worse.

Open up, Clark.

Is your cattle back?

Keep them off your neighbour's land.

Broughton, you pay attention to me. You sow nothing but conflict in a peaceful

community. Go join the commies in Siberia. Leave us alone.

You go and join the British.

I'll tell you who's landed this. Where's Rory? Come up here, Rory. McManus, you

took advantage of a tenant in trouble.

This is a statement from the acting OC of the IRA in this area.

Now listen up, if you know what's good for you. We fought the British too,

Doherty. Look at him having to read for Doherty. Stick your hand up his arse.

Let him have his word. Read away.

Whereas certain evilly disposed and unauthorised persons in certain

districts within the area of South Leitrim have commandeered and taken

forcible possession of lands, to which they are not entitled.

Yeah, back in 1619. Silence! Silence! Silence!

We do hereby order that anyone found commandeering or interfering with lands

to which such a person has no claim shall be severely dealt with. Are you

threatening us, O'Keefe, you bastard? We intend to implement the decision of the

Republican Court. Yes.

Now stand aside.

Christ, any man who goes through that gate gets a bullet in the head. Put

those guns away!

We'll take a

bullet in the head. We don't want any innocent blood spilled.

Bide your time.

There's a time and a place.

Do as I say now.

Now?

Open that gate.

Put the guns away.

Yes. Bring the cows in.

Bring them through.

Stand aside, Darren. Stand aside. Come on. Stand over.

Shoot for the first fog is sailing on.

It's the day.

He's on my wrist.

What for?

There'll be no more anarchy in me, Trump.

No more of your kangaroo thoughts. There he is.

Looks a sore one.

I'm sorry. It's nothing.

It was worth it to see the expression on his face, that bastard.

Will you say goodbye to Mam for me?

They're watching the farm.

How long you gone for, Jimmy?

Till things calm down.

There's a few pistol boys keen to make a name for themselves.

I've had a few good comrades over in New York who'll help me find work.

Marcy's waiting for me.

What if I asked you to come with me, Una?

What if my mother wasn't fading?

What if I wasn't the only daughter? What if my dad wouldn't fall apart?

What if I wasn't so trapped in?

What if, Una?

And follow you around from one battle to the next. Can I take that?

I think it's the only clothes you have.

I hear they sell clothes in New York.

I suppose so.

Jim.

You will be in my heart, girl.

No matter what.

Till the day I die.

Well, Jimmy.

I think you lost your bet.

Couldn't stay away.

Like a moth to a flame. More like a dog to a post.

That fecking gable's never been right anyway.

I wonder who built that, Tommy.

Desi did.

Are you ready for this again, Jimmy?

Jeez.

Life's too short.

We've no choice, do we?

No. Come on, there's work to be done.

Now, it's a beaut, eh?

Lovely.

Exactly.

Which is having a trunk that near broke my back, is it?

It'll be well worth it, Nancy.

What the hell is it, Jimmy?

Feet and calves.

It looks grand, but I don't know what I'm going to feed it on.

We have

music

while we watch.

Beautiful sound, isn't it?

Nice, Jimmy.

Jimmy, did you ever go to a jazz club when you were over in Harlem?

I did, aye. The Savoy Ballroom.

Grand musicians.

The only place in the United States where black and white dance together in

peace. Really?

Marvellous. Do you ever dance with a black woman, Jimmy?

You know what the most amazing thing about it was?

They have two legs, like everyone else.

Go on there, Jimmy.

Show off a few steps.

Please,

Jimmy. All right, all right, all right.

All right.

It's like I don't even remember them.

Hello?

I have a chicken at home that can do exactly the same as that.

Right foot first. Right again. Left

foot again.

Show us the beginning.

That's very hard.

Right foot first. And right.

I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head.

and cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a berry to a thread.

And when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream, and caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor, I went to blow the fire aflame.

But something rustled on the floor, and someone called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl with apple blossom in her hair who called me

by my name and ran and faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will

find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and take her hands and walk among

long dappled grass and pluck till time and times are done.

The silver apples of the moon.

The golden apples of the sun.

Beautiful, Roisin.

It was beautiful.

Thank you. It was beautiful, darling.

You made it sound so real.

Next week, we'll talk about what influences Irish folklore, Greek myths,

and even Maude Gonne's continuous refusal of them.

But for now, let's just talk about how it felt as the words swept over you.

You know, does all that longing, does it break your heart or does it fill you up

with hope?

You know, the way she's always just out of reach or changing shape or whatever,

you know.

But I suppose, in fairness to him, he tried till his dying breath to find her.

How are you getting on?

I'm just trying to get the overall shape here.

Loosen everything up. Just see what happens. Great work. Thank you.

That's lovely.

How are you getting on, Rory?

Good, yeah.

Keep that head moving, Shane. Good man.

Keep that gear up, Ronan.

All right, Shane, take a wee break there now. Take a rest now.

Come on now.

Go on then, Tiger.

Oh,

good man.

That was below the belt, was it?

Good, Tiger.

Good man.

Good lad.

And now, hold on, hold on, hold on. You're all over the place here now.

Come on.

Get the straight shots, right? Stand back a little bit. Go on, go on now.

Go on, good man.

Is that the best you got?

Straight, straight. Come on, you can't feel it.

Fucking gunshot.

The Pierce Connolly Hall opens again.

I see they've a dance this weekend.

Maybe we should pop along, huh?

Yeah.

Advertised in a communist newspaper. Look at that.

Classes of every sort.

Defiance, that's what that is.

Well, with respect, it's probably best to just ignore it.

Repression breeds belligerence, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah,

from each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

The Communist Manifesto.

Que is thy religious?

It's like love thy neighbor as thyself.

The language of brotherhood, it spreads like wildfire in a world of...

rampant greed. Do you realise how attractive that is in the slums to the

poor, to the unemployed?

The landless.

This depression has destroyed lives around the world.

Misery breeds desperation and it only takes a handful of communists to set the

fuse. Don't get carried away now. There can only be 150 or 200 communists in the

entire country.

One man, one book changed the world. Karl Marx. Well, Jimmy Gualton isn't

Karl Marx. He's just a worker now.

Listen, his mother ran a mobile library and never patronized the self-taught

man, especially someone who worked down the mines.

He's a maverick, all right, but he's a lightweight maverick. Lightweight, yeah.

A fire in his soul and a plan in his head.

You can't buy him off.

He's not greedy. He's not selfish.

You know, they remind me of the first martyrs.

Did you ever read about those union organizers in the States, the Wobblies?

entering towns and factories, thrown into prisons, lynched, murdered,

if every priest had their grit. Well, nothing as dramatic as that here.

Just a tiny little hall in a country bog.

Yeah, with the gramophone.

With the gramophone.

First it's the dancing, then the books. They'll start at the bottom with their

feet and work up to their brains if they have any.

But that bloody book, ah, that's capital.

I'm going to get one too.

What, to get the book, are you? A feckin' gramophone, you bloody eejit.

Is there any marmalade in this house?

There is.

Especially for you. There you go. Go easy, go easy.

Hi, hello.

This is Colin and Clodagh.

Lovely to meet you. This is Jimmy. We brought you the presents back from

America. Lovely to meet you.

Jimmy,

time flies.

Some things haven't changed.

You're looking well, Fintan.

Thanks, Jimmy. Thanks very much.

Now, will you two dance?

Maybe a little bit.

Just a little bit? And thanks for the presents.

Oh, did you like it?

Yes. Well played. And you played with them.

That's the main thing.

Who are these two men? Who are these two? Yeah, yeah, that's me.

Fiona Gallagher. Yes, I know you.

Amy Gilligan. Amy Gilligan.

Just a moment, I'll be back.

Where did you come from?

Up the road, father.

Up the road where? Up the road around the bend.

And what bend would that be, young man?

It's a fierce, bendy road, father.

What bend are the lands?

Up there, father, O'Hara's white horse.

Mary O'Keefe, what are you doing here?

I came here to dance, father.

Is the proper parish dance not good enough for you, huh?

Yes, father.

Did your father know you're in a car with outsiders, huh?

Put her name down. Yes, that's Mary O'Keefe, isn't it? Mary O'Keefe, yeah.

And what's that driver's name? Tom O'Connor.

Think we're doing more harm than good.

That child should be home in bed.

Don't be ashamed of yourselves

Okay.

Let's go.

What is this craze for pleasure?

This fascination with the materialist, the pagan, the Anglo

-Saxon, and most recently, the Los Angelization of our culture?

What is wrong with being true to ourselves, to our deepest roots, to our

own true Irish values?

Did not Cromwell himself try to burn all the harps in the land, murder our

priests, exile our musicians?

They tried to crush our language, our song, our dance, but our forefathers

resisted them in their hedge schools, risking their very lives.

Oh, how they must turn in their graves to see our youth.

debased themselves in Jimmy Grouton's hall.

Jazz music.

Rhythms from darkest Africa that inflame the passions.

Pelvic thrusts and salacious body grappling instead of the elegance and

beauty of our own Irish dances.

Then, of course, we have company keeping under the stars at night.

Joy riding until dawn.

with unsuitables on the prowl from distant parts in their motorcars.

Occasions of sin multiplied beyond our imagination.

But there is something even more evil hatching in that hall.

Grouton and his crew are communists.

They are atheists. They deny the existence of God.

the Trinity and the virgin birth.

So our community faces a choice.

Is it Christ or is it Gralton?

The

church

has a right and even a duty.

To protect the vulnerable. So what I do now, I do in the spirit of God's love.

I will now read out the names of those people who attended Grouton's Hall last

night.

And other priests and other parishes will be doing the same.

And here are the names.

Amy Gilligan.

Deirdre Kerens.

John O. Conlon.

Mrs. Una Mulvey.

Niamh Kerens.

Emma Duggan.

Mrs. Theresa Hanrahan.

Margaret Carty.

David O'Reilly.

Paul O'Brien.

Mary O'Keeffe.

Joy riding with unsuitables.

Karen Brennan.

Owen O'Neill.

Sarah Conlon.

Rory O'Dowd.

Owen O'Neill.

Christian Pinder.

Take the girls inside.

Get out, you.

Don't you hurt her. Take them inside.

Smirking at the priest, humiliating family name.

Don't you hurt her.

Take them inside.

Get in there.

Clean up your jacket.

Take off your jacket

You were time to think long and hard in prison, Mossy.

You don't want to end up on the wrong side of history again, huh?

An embittered old man with not a penny to your name.

You've so much to live for. You've got a lovely spouse, isn't that right, Angela?

And I could get you a job for life in the council.

Watch your children grow up in security.

Educated.

You're at a crossroads, Marcy.

Listen to me.

You could even get little Katie back from Scotland.

Do you like his grandfather?

Thank you. Thank you, Angela.

Here's a picture.

How about little Katie?

Oh, isn't she a dote?

Beautiful little girl.

Yeah, just like her, Mammy. Thank you, Father.

You must miss her terribly.

Very, very much.

Oh, we have the Redemptress Fathers coming to the parish for a mission.

What if I was to bring around a Doctor of Divinity into your house, huh?

To explain to you where Broughton is leading you astray.

What if I was to bring a Doctor of Economics round to your house, Father?

and explain to you where you're going astray.

Loyalty is a noble thing, but misplaced loyalty for a man with children is a

tragedy.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I couldn't get on my bike.

What's wrong? I'm sorry.

Mary,

Mary, what happened to your back?

What's wrong?

Oh my God.

I don't want to miss the class. It's all right.

It's all right.

Mary, what happened?

Let me sit down. Let me see it. Let me see it.

Mary. What's the matter?

They had a lash upon their backs.

That's what the bishop had always said.

They make the blood boil, these hooligans with a cross in their hand.

Closing in like hounds.

Let's talk to bring in the Redemptress to preach fire and thunder for a wee.

Father Sheridan came to the shop.

He said he'd organise a boycott.

What?

It's your livelihood.

He could ruin us.

What did Brendan say?

He doesn't want me coming here anymore.

I'm so sorry but I can't teach the classes anymore.

I'm sorry.

He's had to have been in the houses of most of the lads we know.

It's starting to happen in other parishes, they're all doing the same

thing.

Father Sheridan came up to see my father with the Knights of St Columbanus.

They were scheming away.

And they'll have your da and the fascists on one side and the bloody

Daugherties of this world on the other.

at a safe, deniable distance, you know, at each other's throats, but only united

by a mutual hatred of us.

We've still got lots of support out there.

People are stopping me all the time. And listen, half those lads in Fianna Fáil,

they think he's a fanatic.

I've spent legs who will genuflect when the time comes. They're good lads, Sean.

They're good lads. And some of them were at the dance here. My old brigade, most

of them, yeah.

And the unemployed movement there with us.

Lots of the parents, you know, they're still solid. For how long, Tommy?

He called us antichrists.

We need to see it from his point of view.

We're in his parish, so he must confront us.

And his fellow priests, bishops and the entire Catholic community are all

watching him, so there's pressure on him too.

So we have to get him off our backs without him losing face before our

supporters.

What if we ask the Reverend Father to be on our board of trustees?

We can't be antichrists then.

We've always said everyone's welcome.

If it continues like this, you know, we'll have an empty hall.

And feel for the lads. There's nothing for them. After all this work, I'm

becoming fed up of being a pragmatist to the church.

You know, here's this young girl beside me. She's been beaten because of them.

And she shows up here the next day.

We have to be very careful.

Those people don't just join.

They come to take over.

Holy Moses.

No, it's only me.

What do you want?

I've come to get me devil's horns put on.

Is Father Sheridan in? He is.

Come in.

Well, I'll be damned.

Don't lose hope, Father.

There's still time to repent.

Oh, is that so?

Well, as you're here, you might as well come in.

We want to invite you to join our board of trustees who run the hall.

I'm hopeful that once you come along and see what we're doing with your own eyes,

we can put all this behind us.

So I am to be the odd man out among your hand-picked comrades.

And no doubt when it comes to choosing reading material, there'll be a vote.

Can you not at least... No, it's a gracious offer, Mr. Broughton. At a time

when a quarter of the country is planning to travel to Dublin for the

Eucharistic Congress and the other 75%... will be tuning into the radio

from Athlone, a country supremely united in faith and love and respect for

Christ's representative on earth.

Have a look at that painting.

Democratic Irish state, true to its traditions, in harmony with his people

and under the guidance of the one true universal apostolic church, that is...

The natural way.

I'll sit down.

You know my family are believers.

My sisters and none.

I said the rosary in solidarity with fighters during the war of independence.

Love thy neighbor is revered in my book too.

In our hall we respect freedom of religion and conscience.

Tell that to the Soviets who have murdered Christians in their thousands.

And don't get me started on Joseph Stalin's secret prisons and that famine

that's on the horizon.

Don't get me started either, Father. That is a long debate to be had. But

today can we talk about the hall and just listen to what we have to say?

I am not a politician. No deals in dingy corners.

No half measures.

No compromises. None of that. Question, please, Reverend Father.

When was the last time you really listened to someone else?

Actually, it was last night at Confessions.

I listen to the innermost secrets and fears of our community.

People open their hearts to me.

Not the man, but the priest.

In a way unknown to your imagination.

Look at these hands, Father.

Dirt under the fingernails.

I'm no scholar.

I've been a soldier, a sailor, a docker, a miner, on the seas and on the ground.

I've seen much and made many a mistake.

Despite all our flaws, I believe in my neighbour, my fellow man, my class,

meeting up and struggling to understand our lives as best we can.

On our own, in isolation, we perish.

The hall is a safe space where we can think, talk, learn, listen, and laugh

and dance.

It's a good place.

If I were a believer like you, I'd call it a holy place.

It brings out the best in us.

Don't be frightened.

Come along, meet us, talk to us, question us, but work with us.

There's enough misery in the world already.

Oh, you are a believer, Jimmy.

Yes, you are.

And part of me holds you in very high esteem. So yes, I will come along and

listen to you and your trustees once you have brought me the title deeds to the

hall and have them transferred over to Holy Mother Church.

Take it back, Father.

You do listen.

But only when we're on our knees.

A flight of three-state aeroplanes flying in the form of a cross escorted

the special boat.

And then Cardinal Laurie stepped ashore the first papal legate to land in

Ireland for over two centuries.

Accompanied by Mr. de Valera and his ministers, he inspected the Guard of

Honour, followed by his retinue of Vatican officials in Elizabethan dress.

The streets along the route had been thronged for hours before the papal

legate was due, and he received a tumultuous reception.

We encourage you to watch the film

Get out, Sweeney. We've watched your propaganda.

Now go home.

I've left my bike at the hall, so I'll get my own way home.

You mind yourselves then.

You'll be looking for it, huh?

Which one to start? You two be careful.

Okay? Likewise.

Good luck. Look after yourselves.

Get out.

Lock the door.

I hope you're not looking I wouldn't dare

Why wouldn't it?

Breath away.

I just want to thank you all for agreeing to speak with us today.

It's about a fellow called Milmo.

Ollie, that's the wife there outside.

He's in a dire situation.

He's looking for the Roscommon IRA to help him.

He's been forcibly evicted out of his cottage on the Kingston estate.

We had an angry meeting last night.

Big split.

A third of us want to reinstate him by force.

A third want nothing to do with it.

And there's a third sitting on the fence.

And he has the best of connections.

He has the guards.

He has the army. He has the ranchers and the politicians. Not just the local

ones. But the bigwigs.

There's some tough boys under the state.

His agent's a vicious bastard.

A bad egg.

That's a second handful, all right.

But there's five children out there on the side of the road. And a woman

outside this hall bawling her eyes out, lest any of you want to go out and see

her.

Now, things aren't too great with ourselves.

We're not as strong as what we used to be.

Truth be told, there's very few of us.

Even our OC doesn't even know we're here today.

But you know what, we know what's going on out there.

There's a queer fear out there amongst the people and something's going to have

to be done about it.

So what do you want from us?

We need your help to reinstate them.

There'll be a big turnout if we can spread the word that Jimmy Grafton and

his supporters from Leitrim are coming.

It isn't just about the reinstatement.

It's much more important than that. It's about the message we send out there to

the wider community.

Think about what could be done.

That's why it's important.

That's why it's important, Jimmy, that you speak to the crowd.

Can someone else not speak?

No, it has to be Jimmy.

He's got the words, he's got the spake.

He's got the confidence and trust of the people out there.

And with all due respect to the rest of you here in this room, you wouldn't pull

a quarter of the support of what Jimmy would. It has to be Jimmy that speaks.

What do you think?

Well, I think that every journalist from the local press will be there. I think

they'll note your words, which will spread like wildfire and be seen as a

direct challenge to landed estates throughout the country.

It's why we must win this one.

And why they need to.

You know what'll happen, Jimmy. It's hard to judge, but they could come after

you again, Jimmy.

No, there's no could about it, Desi. They will, of course they will.

And they'll close down the hall. It's suicide.

Well, we don't know that for certain, Mossy. I mean, you know, it's not the

time for pessimism.

I'm not a pessimist. I'm a realist. I know the way these bastards are.

I'm still on a blacklist, Sean.

For ten years.

Ten fecking years.

I know that. And look, it's an opportunity.

Here are five children out in the street from a lord who has thousands of acres

inherited from foreign invasion.

I mean, who has the right to the land?

We know who has the right to the land. Is it the rich man on his own or is it

the families that live and work that land?

What is the burning issue up and down this country?

The breakup of large estates to landless labourers. Do you know?

I mean, I don't think we're going to get a better chance. I really don't. And we

shouldn't let it pass. That's right. This is critical.

People are angry.

They're desperate.

There's no money coming from family in America because of the Depression. We

should strike now, James.

Think before we leap.

We forget the bishops at our peril.

They've never been stronger after the Eucharistic Congress.

You saw the crowds in Dublin.

They've the government in their pocket.

They'll go for the kill.

We have supporters. We do, yeah. There are thousands of landless labourers

outside these estates.

The rich are nervous, fearful.

We have to keep pushing.

Corey is right.

Like, let me ask you this. What is the second point of this hall if we do not

support these people?

We built this hall with our own hands.

We put our lives into it, heart and soul.

Everything we had.

It's not just a building.

It's what we are.

It's everything.

And we have to protect it, not just for ourselves, but for the youngsters coming

after. And I know from bitter experience that if you bite off more than you can

chew, you'll feck and choke.

Yeah, exactly.

I'm sorry, lads, but that's my fear too.

It's time for caution.

My heart goes out to that woman in the cart.

They're too strong at the moment.

They're too wild.

We have to bide our time. I agree.

I don't think Jimmy should talk. He shouldn't speak this time.

For Christ's sake though, they're coming after us anyway.

I mean, there's no denying that.

I say we support this family. Stand together.

Una, you've hardly said a word.

Hello Jimmy.

Sacred hearted Jesus Jimmy, can you thread this needle for me please?

My eyesight is getting so bad and I need to mend your shirt.

Thank you.

If they drive me out again, ma'am, I want you to come with me.

I mean it, ma'am. I'll find a place for us both.

Maybe somewhere easier to manage.

Not so isolated.

Well?

What do you think?

You need a new pair of boots Your other ones are very worn I cleaned

them last night

Now, there's his lordship.

You can see he's shaking in his bricks.

What's going on here? This is private property!

Get off before we call the guards.

Shut your trap and get you back to the big house.

This is my home. My family's home. I had to close the room up in Granson Hall.

What's there for you? No more evictions without just cause.

All these people are going to jail. I promise you that.

Get on your knees.

Get on your knees.

Get on your knees.

If you or your heir or anyone lays a hand... on this family,

you'll get what's coming to you. Do you hear me? You're to leave these people in

peace in their own home. You won't get away with this. I will get away with it.

Go on, go on. Go on, you puppy.

There should be no more evictions until Nick is dead.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Accord you.

I want to introduce to you a man whom all of us know, whom all of us trust and

have confidence in.

Jimmy Gralton, come up here and say a few words.

Friends,

comrades, who could not appreciate the magnificence of the mansion we passed?

Fertile land as far as the eye can see.

And the simplicity of this cottage.

The Earl snaps his fingers and our brother and sister here and their five

children are thrown onto the street.

This is the greatest lie they try to stuff down our throats.

That Ireland is one. That our nation is one. And that we are all one people

united in our beliefs with one common interest.

Do you think the interests of a child in the slum are the same as the rack

-renting landlord?

Do you think the interests of a laborer are the same as the earls?

The interests of a miner or a factory worker the same as the owners, his

bankers, his lawyers, his investors, and the prostitute journalists hired to

write their lies?

Do you think they give a damn about our old?

the sick, the unemployed, the hungry, the homeless, and those forced to leave

our shores desperate for work.

I saw the 20s in New York with my own eyes and the wild speculation and greed

that infected everyone.

And then I saw the bubble burst, the crash of 29 and misery in a land of

plenty.

Let's not forget how it spread round the world from a system steeped in illusion.

exploitation and avarice.

They tried to pretend that it was destiny or an act of God.

But it was all man-made.

We need to take control of our lives again.

Work for need, not for greed.

And not just to survive like a dog, but to live and to celebrate and to

dance, to sing.

as free human beings.

Now on you go, into your home.

Is everyone alright?

Now you're going to have to watch your back.

Now it's started, Jimmy.

Cowardly bastards.

Is that a truck driving off here, Dad?

I see no lights, but I'm sure that was a truck driving off there. Do you hear it?

I can't be sure.

Bastards.

Cowards, eh?

The hall's full of women and children.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is over 25 years since my last

confession.

I would like your advice on what to do with the Pharisees who from the safe

distance of the pulpit have told lies, incited hatred, and encouraged the rifle

squad to attack and endanger the lives of innocent people. What are you talking

about? I would like your advice on the sin of pride, on those who assume they

are the fount of all knowledge and yet do nothing but promote ignorance and

superstition. Do you want confession?

And those who try to destroy what is best in us, our imagination, our sense

of fun by threats of damnation. But worst of all, those who try to kill our

spirit by their miserable drabness, who have such venom in their hearts for

everything they cannot control.

Grelton, this is a sacrilege. I'll tell you what the sacrilege is, Reverend

Father. Having more hate in your heart than love.

Good night, Mary.

Can I ask you something, Father Shimms?

You can, of course.

Do you think Father Sheridan is his usual self?

It's Scranton.

He's obsessed with the man.

Don't worry about it, Mary.

Good night.

Have a wee drop.

There you are.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

What's wrong with that?

That's the voice of a black woman.

Quite remarkable, huh?

O'Gralton came today.

He had the nerve to leave these records outside on the porch.

And he had the guts to face me in the confession.

Do you know what he said?

He said, you have more hate in your heart than

love.

What do you make of that?

I'm so worried for you.

Listen, what you've learned is in your heads forever.

I can't destroy that.

Thank you.

These are the tactics of the Klu Klux Klan.

Oh, thank you.

Cowards are sneaking around in the middle of the night.

It strikes me they were keen to avoid loss of life.

Thank you.

Sláinte.

Sláinte well.

To the business ahead.

So have they found the culprit, sir?

Well, as you know, Father...

Got into quite a few enemies in the locality. Yeah, he had a lot of friends

too.

Despite our best efforts.

It's disgusting behaviour.

What are we going to do next? We're going to burn down the cottage with the

old woman in sight.

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 would 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 are the words of several parish priests

in this... 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'd suspect.

Put 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 to their last breath. Look

what they're doing at Belfast.

It's incredible.

Read that.

The Balls and Shankill unite, stirring up fraternity between poor Catholics and

unemployed Protestants.

I'm not clear. Is that a good thing now or is that 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.

Protestant and Catholics united at the funerals. Workers challenging the

leaders of their own trade unions as sellouts. 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? I know what problem.

Mr. Groton, you're under arrest.

What for?

I have 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. Grouton. He was born in this house.

He's my son. He also holds an American passport, Mrs. Grouton. Let me see that.

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.

No, you can't take my son.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gralton, we're under strict instructions. You don't take my

son. I'm 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 I've made some

tea. You're welcome to tea

You used to bring books round over school.

What school was that?

Sacred Heart.

That was the best part of the month, we all look forward to that.

Treasure Island now was my favourite.

Robert Louis Stevenson, just always very popular.

I know, I always liked White Fang myself.

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.

That door jammed. Will it break it down?

It's stuck. It's got a chair or something on it. I'll put your back into

it, man. It's only a small door.

He's gone. He's gone to the fucking touch.

What do you mean he's gone?

There he is. He's off across the fields.

Jesus sake.

Shire of useless bastards.

I'm going to get you all fired, I swear.

Where's the key, Mrs. Gralton?

I don't know. I don't know where I've got it. Oh, shite.

Smash it through.

Please,

Mrs. Gralton. I don't know where I've got it. Come on, they'll have her guts

for garters. I can't get that.

Come on. Get yourself through.

What's going on here?

Breathe in.

What's going on here? The fucking door is locked. Where's the key?

It's down her drawers.

She's out the way. Can you enter the roof? Right.

Get after him, you gobshite.

He's right at the back.

Get after him, won't you?

Get after him, for God's sake. Will you put it out there? I don't want to get

pulled out. When are you coming back to me for? You shouldn't be going after

him.

Come out, John Maguire!

Get out of here, John!

Get out! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

Bastards! Where's Jimmy?

Get off me!

Get off me!

Get off me! Get off me!

Get the cuffs off!

House empty.

Where's Jimmy, John? I don't fucking know where Jimmy is! Where is he? I

don't know where he is!

Where is he? Where is Johnson?

Where is Johnson?

Where is Johnson?

Ah, Tommy Gilroy.

Stop there now. We're going to have a look around, okay?

That's fine. What are you looking for?

What is it you're looking for? Nothing to hear, Tommy.

Oh, you're Tommy?

Dardy.

Where's Grothin, Tommy?

I don't know where Grothin is. Leave me hay alone. You won't find him in there,

whatever you do.

We'll have a wee look.

Sweeney, let me away up the road. Take your time. Watch your rush. I have no

rush, Tommy. I'm just trying to get a man's job and just take me hay home. I

don't have James Grothin. Let me away up the road, Sweeney. I said it to you.

That's nice. Yeah.

Some eggs there, Brian. Good night.

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 were the petitions from America.

The mayor was there all puffed up.

On one eid you 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 what looked 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.

When he sees 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 to make peace.

Yes.

If you promise not to build the hall again.

And I've a quiet private life.

Private life.

But you, Rona...

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.

These are our last moments.

I know it.

I'm never gonna see you again.

Get out of

here!

Get out of my house!

£3.97 and a AAA penny, Sergeant.

Is that all you have?

Aye.

Well the good news is, we don't confiscate it.

The bad news is, I could 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 have strict orders to get you over here and before that riffraff come.

Where are you taking me?

You're going straight to Cork and then to Cove where there's a ship waiting for

you.

You should have kept your big mouth shut, Granton.

You always had to be cock of the walk.

Have you heard this coming to you?

I could have a sheet of paper to write her a note.

Save your tears for the crossing, for the fine postal service from New York.

There he is.

There is no seat in the planet.

There's that bother! You're at the Christ!

You won't set foot in our land again! Good riddance to you, Grafton, you red

bastard.

You're like Charlie Chaplin with the jacket on you.

This is Charlie F. Rawlson. The ship that's 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.

Stay where you are.

We won't stop dancing, Jimmy. We won't forget to send us more records. We'll

keep dancing, Jimmy, and dreaming.

I'm going to teach my daughter the shim sham.

Let go of her. It's you.

You're right to respond to Jimmy. I will, and I'll send you back money for a

party. Get that truck going.

Don't forget us, Jimmy.

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