All language subtitles for Belfast

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Went to sleep last night ♪

♪ I had a kind of dream
for sure ♪

♪ When I woke up
in the morning ♪

♪ Felt like I was
coming down to joy ♪

♪ What did I see,
what did I hear ♪

♪ When I was coming down? ♪

♪ Had a brand-new story ♪

♪ When I was
coming down to joy ♪

♪ Felt so good ♪

♪ Gratitude ♪

♪ When I was coming down ♪

♪ Something quite ♪

♪ Quite profound ♪

♪ That I cried out loud ♪

♪ I got a brand-new story ♪

♪ Brand-new story♪

♪ I was coming down to joy ♪

♪ She was standing there
before me ♪

-♪ There before me♪
-

♪ When I was coming down,
down, down, down ♪

♪ Felt so good... ♪

-FRANKIE: Hello, there.
-How are you, Frankie?

: Buddy!
-MAN: You all right, Paddy?

-Buddy!
-GIRL: You can't catch me!

BOY: Yeah, I'm gonna
catch you! Just wait.

All right?

-Buddy!
-MA: Buddy!

-Buddy!
-

-I'm speedy. You're not.
-I'm gonna get you.

Hiya, Moira. How are you?

Very good, thank you.
How are you?

-I'm good. -BOY: Ah, and
he's dribbling, he's dribbling.

-Score now!
-MA: Buddy!

-Cheat! -No, no cheating.
I did it fair and square.

I'm telling you.

-BUDDY: You nearly got me.

Yes! I did, too!

Hey, Buddy!

BUDDY:
I win! I slayed the dragon!

MOIRA: Your ma's calling you!
Your tea's ready!

All the rest of you, too!

-Yes!
-I'll get you next time, Buddy.

♪ Coming down to joy. ♪

BOY:
You dirty bastard!

-MRS. FORD: Hiya, Buddy.
-Hello, Mrs. Ford.

Have you been fighting
any dragons?

-Only a couple.
-I've got a couple in my house.

-Is that right, Mr. West?
-Aye.

And can you lend us
a shield, Buddy?

I'll see what I can do.

-Say hello to your daddy
for me, will you? -Will do.

Buddy, your ma's calling you
for your tea.

Thanks, Mrs. Kavanagh.

She says it's tripe and onions.

-She did not.
-In a sandwich.

She did not.
She says you're a terrible man.

-She's right.

MAN:
What's going on down there?

: Please, please,
we've done nothing.

MAN 2:
Get the kids inside!

WOMAN:
Get away from here! Go!

MAN 2:
We don't want any trouble!

:
Come on! Get inside!

-

-

Mum!

Buddy!

Ma!

Buddy!

-

Mum! Mum! Mum!

Keep your head down
and don't move!

Will!

-BUDDY: Mum!
-Will!

MRS. KAVANAGH:
Danny, where are you?!

Say nothing to nobody.

-MAN: Catholics out!
-Easy, lads.

Get them upstairs!

Catholics out!

Get in the house! Mummy!

BUDDY:
Mummy! What's happening?!

Keep him there and stay still.

Mum, what are you doing?

Will, stay where you are.

-

BUDDY:
Mum!

-MICKEY: You've been warned!

Get these fuckers
out of your street!

And if you talk to the police,

we'll be back for you, too!

MAN:
Get the Catholics out!

MAN: Get down!
Get yourselves down!

Stand back!

:
Holy God.

NEWSMAN: Belfast was in shock
this morning as the impact

of last night's rioting
was all too clear.

Small numbers of Catholics
still peacefully living

in Protestant areas
were targeted.

Their houses were attacked
and marked,

and intimidation may force them

to leave their homes
completely.

Can these tightly-knit
neighborhoods ever return

to the peace they shared
together only 24 hours ago?

-Further reports suggest...
-

MAN: Up front, Frank.
I'll show you where I put them.

Look, we need to get
this barricade up

before those kids
come back, okay?

MAN: Are we taking all these
paving stones to the barricade?

-We taking them all down?
-MAN: We need them all.

WOMAN: Is poor Jane okay?
Is she all right?

MAN:
Don't you worry, Paddy.

We're not gonna let them
back here again.

You're as welcome
on this street as any of us.

MAN:
All right, Buddy?

MAN: We're gonna have to go
down the yard and get more.

We've got
four more houses to do,

and that's
the last pane of glass.

WOMAN: Apparently, Fergus
didn't come home last night.

I'm gonna go see
Mrs. McGuinness now.

MAN: It's all right.
I saw Fergus down the road.

-He's coming now.
-MAN: We have to do this.

The police aren't
going to protect us,

so we have to do it ourselves.

MAN: Is that all
you can take in a barrow?

WOMAN:
Kids, please, go inside.

I don't want you out here
until it's all safe again.

-Come on. -MAN: Come on,
load them up here.

WOMAN: Would you look at the
poor children with that load.

MAN: Can you wheel that
up to the front?

Frankie will show you
where we're putting it.

MAN: Tell Paddy I'll be there
in a minute to fix that.

I've just got to nip into
the house and get my tools.

WOMAN: Watch yourself
getting up there, love.

MAN: Put that pallet
over here. Over here.

MAN: Get them kids to stay away
from them sharp edges.

MAN:
Pull them rocks up.

MAN: Everything.
Put that washing machine in.

-

WOMAN: Come on,
let's get this all done.

NEWSMAN: The likeliest move is
to bring troops into Belfast

in the hope of avoiding
further clashes

between rioters and police,
particularly the B-Specials.

-MAN: Stand to the side!
-Another 600 troops will be

available this afternoon.

-MAN: Off these streets now!
-

Get off the road! Stand back!

:
We're not stupid!

You can't keep us
in our houses!

NEWSMAN: The men of the 3rd
Battalion of the Light Infantry

fly in from Plymouth
to plug the gap

left by the use of troops.

A curfew is another possibility

which is being
widely mentioned.

I've just come from
the airport now.

I've literally just come
from the airport.

I live in that street.
That's my kids there.

I live in number 96.

MRS. FORD:
Get up there quick. Quick.

MA:
Christ.

-SOLDIER: Stop!
-MAN: Just let him through...

SOLDIER: Where do you think
you're going, love?

To bring my husband home.

That's him
on the other side there.

SOLDIER:
Where's he been, then?

MA:
None of your bloody business.

Not with you
in your hour of need?

-That's a bit off, isn't it?
-He works away in England.

Does he?
What kind of work is that?

-He's a joiner.
-I see.

And has he joined
any of these groups

making all this mess
in your street?

He knew nothing about
the whole bloody thing.

That's why he's here now.

He's come home from
his work to see his family.

Glad to hear it, madam.

-MA: Hi.
-Hi.

They nearly had you there,
Steve McQueen.

PA: I'll have you
in a second, Frankie.

-Come on, you two.
-Hi, boys.

-

:
Stay in your homes tonight.

-Thank you very much.
-Okay?

Aye.

CAPTAIN KIRK:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of

-the Starship Enterprise...
-GRANNY: Did they attack you?

No. It was only
the Catholic houses.

Them boyos want them out.

Them peoples don't give you
any bother in that street,

-do they?
-Not at all.

Sure, they're friends,
they're family, same as us.

They just kick
with the left foot.

Exactly.

Sure, my best friend in
the street is Mrs. Ganjawala.

She's Indian.

She even comes to
the wee mission with me.

Well, them curries,
I tried one once.

I had to wear
a nappy for a week.

-Will.
-WILL: Oh, Mum. Sorry, Granny.

POP: Ah, she's well able
to handle herself.

PA: It's being so cheerful
keeps you going, isn't it?

Sure, I'm not gonna be
running up the Cave Hill

-MA: It's just not knowing.
-GRANNY: That's not easy.

MA: How it's gonna
affect their schooling.

Will, would you
turn that telly off

-and talk to your granny?
-Hi, Pop.

Hiya, Buddy.

PA: Does the doctor
want to see you again?

He's given me a letter
for the hospital.

-PA: And did you go?
-There's no point.

I think you've a few
big decisions to make, son.

Did you clear up
that wee bit of trouble

-we were talking about?
-GRANNY: Hey, wee fellas.

We're not deaf back here.

Oh, yes, we've friends
on the Protestant side.

They weren't friends last night.

They weren't
friends last night, though.

BUDDY: Paddy Kavanagh told me
as long as Catholics

keep confessing everything bad
that they do to a priest,

then they can do
whatever they want

and God will forgive them
all the time.

Well, Paddy Kavanagh's
family's not gonna be living

in this street for much longer,
so you'd better check

he's not taking
the hand out of you.

Ugh, I don't know how it works.

They get a lot of water thrown
on them and then they're okay.

I think that's it.

-Why aren't you going, too?
-

'Cause me and your father
have business to discuss.

God understands.

-What are those?
- My little secret.

Now, come on.

I've had too much God
for one day.

Well, your granny says you can
never have too much God.

You might need him
before too long.

Look, mind your nonsense
for now,

and I'll take youse all
to the pictures tomorrow.

Brilliant!

Robin and the 7 Hoodsis on

in the afternoon
at the Capitol.

-Paddy saw it.
-MA: Wait, is that gangsters?

-WILL: It's a blinking musical.
-No, it's not.

There's Little John
and swords and everything.

MA: Well, you can't go
tomorrow afternoon.

Your cousins will be here.

Your aunties and uncles
want to say goodbye

to your father
before he goes back.

But, Daddy,
are you not gonna be

a vigilante on our barricade?

No more talk
about bloody barricades.

That whole nonsense
will stop soon enough.

MA: I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

PA: Hey, less of
the long face, son.

These two can go
and pray for it to stop now,

and we'll all go to the big
picture house in town tomorrow,

Daddy will pick the film,
and we'll forget about

this whole bunch of eejits

before I have to go
back to work.

Was that our side
that done all that

to them Catholic houses
in our street, Daddy?

There is no our side
and their side in our street.

Or there didn't
used to be, anyway.

It's all bloody religion.
That's the problem.

Then why are you
sending us to church?

Because your granny'd
kill me if I didn't.

But, Daddy,
if we were Catholics,

we could not go to church,

and then every once
in a wee while,

we could go in and confess,

and then they'd have to tell us
we were forgiven

and we wouldn't have to go
in again for ages.

PA:
I've nothing against Catholics.

But it's a religion of fear.

Protestants, you will die!

Agonizingly!

And where will you go

when you shuffle off
this pestilential mortal coil?

Where?!

Well, I will tell you where.

Picture the scene.

A fork in the road.

In one direction,
a straight and narrow highway.

In the other,
a long and winding road

which stretches down and away
into an unknowable distance.

One will take you to the bosom
of the Lord's grace,

forever and a day
caress you with beatific love.

And the other will spew you
into an eternal pit

of sulfurous suffering,
pustulating pain,

from which you will never, ever,

through the seven circles
of hell escape!

And I ask you here and now...

...which road will you take?!

Now, money.

BUDDY and WILL:
Thanks very much.

Really good.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MA: Remember, one slice
per sandwich.

I don't want to be
giving too much away.

:
With regard to the explosive--

I think that's a fair word--
situation in Northern Ireland,

are we getting near
to the point where you,

as prime minister of
the United Kingdom government,

will feel it necessary
to intervene

and use the supreme authority
which is yours in law

either to remedy grievances
or to ensure order?

Is it almost ready?

:
If that became necessary,

of course, I shouldn't shrink
from doing whatever was needed.

Uh, we have been deeply
concerned about the problem

of civil rights
in Northern Ireland.

I've paid tribute...

GUARD:
Make an orderly queue

to be allowed entrance
to the street, please.

FRANKIE: All right,
what have we got left now?

Not doing a strip search
this time, eh, Frankie?

FRANKIE:
Whose do you belong to?

You know full bloody well
who we belong to.

I'm taking my wife
down to her sister's,

like I've been doing
all my bloody life.

-House number?
-There's no number.

Just a name.

-What's the name?
-Arsehole.

Very funny, Mack.
Always the joker, eh?

On you go.

We won't worry about
their name and number now.

We know where they live.

-Whoo. You like that?
-

How's that, then,
Ginger Rogers, huh?

MA: Whoo. Come on you,
Fred Astaire.

♪ ♪

-You can tell them
by their names. -How?

Well, if he's a Patrick
or a Sean, he's a Catholic,

and if he's a Billy or a
William, he's a protestant.

There's more names
than that, though.

I know that.

I'm just saying,
them's the obvious ones.

What about Morris?

Uh, don't know.

We've a wee fella down
our street called Thomas.

-What's he?
-Protestant definitely.

He's not. He's a Catholic.

-No, he's not.
-He is.

Sure, they burnt his house out
the other night

'cause his family is Catholic.

Sure, we've a cousin
called Thomas.

I know. That's what I'm saying.

Well, how the hell are you
supposed to know, then?

You have to get taught it.

Who teaches you?

So the doctor says,
"Listen, John,

I've got some bad news
and worse."

And John says, "Oh, no.
Wh-What's the bad news?"

And he goes, "Well, you've only
got 24 hours to live."

John says,
"That's-that's awful.

What could be worse than that?"

Doctor says,
"Well, I've been trying

-to get ahold of you
since yesterday." -

-Why do you even have to know?
-In case they attack you.

-When?
-When you're out and about.

Well, if they're attacking you,

they're not gonna stop
and tell you their name.

It wouldn't get to that stage.

-Why? -'Cause you use your
secret knowledge to bluff them.

What are you talking about?

They can just come up to you
when you're not expecting it

and ask you, "Are you
Protestant or Catholic?"

But it's a trick question,
you see,

'cause they don't
tell you what they are.

And what do you say then
to not get a dig in the gob?

-"I'm a Catholic"?
-Wrong.

That's exactly
what they think you will say.

They think you're trying
to bluff them.

But you have to
double-bluff them.

-How?
-You say, "I'm a Protestant."

-But I am a Protestant.
-That's the point!

BUDDY: Blanchflower's now
at the halfway line.

-He looks up.
-

Is there nothing this
Spurs right-half cannot do?

Perfect through ball!

Nice pass, son.

Would you go on away in and
tell your pa I'd like to have

a wee chat with him, please?

Tell him it's Billy Clanton.

And McLaury.

PA:
What do you want?

BILLY: We're looking to cleanse
the community a wee bit.

You wouldn't want to be
the odd man out in this street.

You saw what happened to your
neighbors from the other side.

You touch my family
and I'll kill you.

Calm down, fella.

I'm a Protestant, like yourself.

-MACK: All all right?
-Aye, it's okay, Mackie.

BILLY:
Look, things get out of hand

pretty quick round these parts.

Cash or commitment.

The boys who cleaned up
your street

have made me their new
local chief.

So, you can report to me
with either.

All right?

Have a wee think.

I'll be in touch.

Buddy, come on.

Come and show me
how to play this game.

Come on.
Let's have a look. Huh?

♪ ♪

See you, now.

All the big boys have left.

Buddy, give your brother
a hand there, will you?

Pick this sofa up, right?

MA:
Here, can you give us a hand?

SOLDIER:
Yes, ma'am.

MA:
You want to set your gun down?

SOLDIER:
No, it's all right, thank you.

MA: Now, don't you be
scratching my walls with that.

PA:
You got it? Right now, hold on.

This worked earlier.

I'll go in first.

-All right?
-Stewart.

-MR. STEWART: Frankie.
-FRANKIE: All right?

All right, Frankie?

Is that you all this time
at the barricades?

Somebody has to.

Better me than Billy Clanton.

Aye.

Not many people chose this.

There's a few men hiding
behind them barricades.

And they'll keep hiding

where they're afraid
for their families.

It's a waiting game now.

When it's time
for that wall to come down,

I'll be the first
to swing a hammer, but now?

"They also serve
who stand and wait."

We can't all be acting
the Lone Ranger.

: This is
a story of long, long ago,

when the world
was just beginning.

A young world.

A world early
in the morning of time.

No wonder
you brought us to this.

It's educational for the boys.

Aye.

MA: Raquel Welch is
a hell of an education.

PA: If people ask you to join
anything, deliver anything,

do messages for anybody,
you do nothing, okay?

You tell your ma, she'll
tell me, and I'll sort it.

-You understand me?
-WILL: Yes, Daddy.

Very good.
I'm proud of you, son.

Now get off to bed,
the pair of you.

I'm up too early
in the morning to see you,

so make sure you get to school
all right, all right?

Don't mess your mother about,
and I'll see you in two weeks.

-Okay?
-Yes, Daddy.

Good boys.

MINISTER:
A fork in the road.

In one direction,
a straight and narrow highway.

Which road will you take?!

MA:
You're running round here

like the man
in the big picture,

not paying your taxes

and spending all our money
on horses.

It's the building trade.

I told you it doesn't work
the normal way.

I told you I had it covered.

I was the one
who had it covered.

No, you had us paying
three years of back tax.

To keep you out of bloody jail.

We're drowning in debt.

PA: We're near done
with the back tax.

Ten pound a month
for three bloody years.

This is the time to think
about making a new start.

I know nothing else
but Belfast.

Exactly.

There's a whole world out there.

We can give these boys a
better chance than we ever had.

There's Commonwealth countries
needing tradesmen.

The government will give you
assisted passage.

We can get the whole family
to the other side of the world

for ten pound.

We're living in a civil war,

and I'm not here
to protect my family.

MA:
What are those supposed to be?

PA:
An escape route.

SOLDIER:
Get this street locked down.

GIRL: Come on, get a move on.
We're gonna be late again.

-Come on!
-

:
Throughout the night,

sniping became
the tactic of the rioters.

As we drove past a side street,

three men on the corner
dived for cover.

-It's not bad, though, is it?
-A young man with a revolver

asked us for a lift.

At 4:00 this morning,
RUC turned us back

-from the Falls area.
-Yeah.

NEWSMAN: Snipers, they said,
were still at work,

and in the distance,
one heard the ominous burst

of machine-gun fire.

The scene terrified me,

but it reminded an
American colleague of Harlem,

but, he added, it seems easier
to get guns here.

MA:
One more left.

NEWSMAN: Dawn over Belfast
today showed a grim scene,

buildings scarred by fire,

thousands of pounds' worth
of damage caused,

and, of course,
the tragic loss of life.

It's been a night of shame for
Belfast, one that will live on

in the memories
of its people...

MA:
Come on, you two. School.

MISS LEWIS:
Walking, please. No running.

-BOY: Morning, miss.

STUDENTS:
Twelve elevens are 132.

Twelve twelves are 144.

MISS LEWIS: Well, I'm pleased
to say your times tables

were a lot more impressive
to hear

than your test scores
were to read.

The whole point
of these weekly tests

is to monitor your progress.

The best will sit directly by
my desk, the seat of learning,

and the rest of you will view
your Sisyphean struggles

from the distance
you have imposed upon yourself

by a lack of application.

Billy Clanton Junior, 17%.

Bottom row, seat 12.

Rachel, seat 11.

Martin to seat ten.

Freddie, seat eight.

Karen to seat four.

And in the medal positions
this week, with 72%, in bronze,

is Buddy, seat three.

And, of course, in silver
again, we have Ron,

and Catherine with
the gold yet again this week.

Congratulations, Catherine.
Very well done.

The wee girl still showing
some interest, yeah?

She looks at me sometimes,
but we're not allowed to talk

in the class,
so I can't say anything.

And then when we go out
to the playground,

she always goes off
with the other girls.

Anyways, I think
she loves that other fella.

Ah, you don't know that
for sure.

Women are very mysterious.

And women can smash
your face in, too, mister.

Your granny's become
less mysterious over the years.

So, you really like her?

When I grow up,
I want to marry her.

Yeah, sounds like
you really like her.

You know,
she's not only at school.

You could see
where she lives maybe.

It's Reynolds Drive,
four houses in from the right,

the one with the wonky eight.

Oh, you've done your research.

I pass it every day
on my way home.

I try to look in,
but she never sees me.

She's always doing
her bloody homework.

If she were a wee bit
more stupid like me,

we'd be sitting together
by now.

Ah, "a pity beyond all telling
is hid in the heart of love."

Oh, he's full of
pretty answers, that one.

Come on, it's time to go.

I don't want your mommy
shouting at me

because you're late.

-Cheerio, son.
-Cheerio.

GRANNY:
Here, take this threepenny bit.

Get yourself a wee sweetie.

I'm not allowed, Granny.

My da says you can't afford it.

I'm always saying
to your man there

what's yours is mine
and what's mine's me own.

Thanks, Granny.

Try and find out
how that wee girl thinks.

Oh, good luck
with that one, son.

♪ From the dark end
of the street ♪

♪ To the bright side
of the road ♪

♪ We'll be lovers once again ♪

♪ On the bright side
of the road ♪

♪ Little darlin', come with me ♪

-Pass it. Pass it.
-No.

Goal!

♪ Won't you help me
share my load? ♪

SOLDIER:
Yes, mate, over here.

You just need to tell us
where you been, all right?

♪ From the dark end
of the street ♪

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Yeah, up against the wall.

♪ To the bright side
of the road ♪

♪ Cricket. ♪

:
Will.

Will.

What road do we take?

I can't remember.

What road did the minister say?

Oh, shut up.

-

NEWSMAN: And in this
already tense atmosphere,

concerns remain about
intimidation run rife

in working-class areas.

Further reports suggest...

-BILLY: ...arse up here.
Come on. -BILLY JUNIOR: Daddy!

Stop dragging your arse
along there. Come on.

BILLY JUNIOR:
You're hurting my arm.

BILLY: Right, stop being
a crybaby now.

You show me where he lives.
Come on.

BILLY JUNIOR:
Daddy, I'm sorry.

Can you tell me
exactly what he said?

He just said he couldn't give
any more money to the streets.

-He'll not say that to my son.
-Daddy, stop!

-Stewart! Stewart!
-Please!

FRANKIE: Hey, your blood's
up there, Billy.

Would you go back to your house?

MR. STEWART: Right, Billy,
we've no call for fists here.

Aye?
Well, what is it the man says?

A fist is only as good or bad
as the man using it.

Remember that.

FRANKIE:
Holy God. Billy!

Shut up, Frankie!

WOMAN: Come on, Billy.
That's too much now.

-Come on, you! -MAN: We don't
need more of this, Billy.

WOMAN 2: Ah, Billy, stop that.
You're settling old scores.

Regards to your pa.

Tell him I expect to hear
from him soon.

Or he'll be hearing from me.

Up them stairs.

-

-♪ You don't
have to buy me flowers ♪

♪ Or pretty ribbons
for my hair... ♪

What are you doing?

It's, like,
what my favorite holiday is.

-What is your favorite holiday?
-I don't know.

We haven't been on many,
have we?

No, we haven't.

♪ Real love ♪

♪ Oh, let it be real love... ♪

MA: Unbelievable. They're not
getting away with this.

WILL:
And it's due today, as well,

so I can't do anything about it.

-Ah, hello, Buddy.
-Hello, Mr. West.

-Right, on you go, now.
-Thanks, Mr. West.

Will you ask your da
to drop down to see us

-when he's back at the weekend?
-He's not back at the weekend.

That's a pity.

-Tell your ma I was asking
after him, will you? -Aye.

Tell your brother I need

another wee delivery
with the milk.

Get him to come and see me
after school.

All right?

Why is your da not coming home?

He can't come home
every weekend.

It's too dear.

You won't get your wee
Matchbox car, then, will you?

Come on.

Coming.

-Do you want to join a gang?
-I'm not allowed.

-Why not?
-My mother said she'd kill me.

Sure she doesn't have to know.
That's the whole point.

-Are you in one?
-Aye.

-What's it called?
-Doesn't have a name.

-Why not?
-Has to be secret.

That's what they tell you
when you join.

What do you do?

I can't tell you
till you're in the gang.

-How many of you are there?
-Not allowed to say.

What do you have to do
to join, then?

Whatever they tell you.

If your da's not home
this weekend,

you could come with us.

BUDDY:
I don't know.

I'm trying to practice
my maths.

MOIRA:
Then you're mental. Come on.

If your da's not home anyway,
what else are you gonna do?

♪ Look at the ivy
on the old clinging wall ♪

♪ Look at the flowers ♪

♪ And the green grass so tall ♪

♪ It's not a matter of ♪

♪ When push comes to shove ♪

♪ It's just the hour
on the wings of a dove ♪

♪ That's just warm love ♪

♪ It's just warm love ♪

♪ And it's ever present
everywhere ♪

♪ And it's ever present
everywhere ♪

♪ Warm love ♪

-

♪ And it's ever present
everywhere ♪

♪ And it's ever present
everywhere ♪

-♪ That warm love. ♪
-

God. This takes ages.

No wonder they call it
long division.

Patience.
Patience with the sums.

Patience with the girl.

Is it 27?

That's close enough.

And now just make sure
y-your numbers

aren't very clear to read.

She might give you
the benefit of the doubt

if your seven looks like a one
with a fancy tail, right?

The same with a two and a six.

Right? Keep her guessing.

That means you'll have two
or three horses in every race.

Isn't that cheating?

No, well, I'd call it
spread betting.

And if it gets you moved up by
one seat to bask in the light

of her glory,
then you're off to the races.

But sure there's only one
right answer.

If that were true, son,
people wouldn't be

blowing themselves up
all over this town.

I think my da wants us
to leave Belfast.

What do you want?

Every night, before I go to
sleep, when I say my prayers,

I ask God if he'd fix it
so that when I wake up

in the morning, I'm the best
footballer in the world.

And then I also ask him as well

that when I grow up,
can I marry Catherine.

Even if she loves Ronnie Boyd.

But she could still see him,
but she'd marry me.

That's what I want.

LIBERTY VALANCE: You looking
for trouble, Doniphon?

DONIPHON:
You aim to help me find some?

What's the matter?

Everybody in this country
kill crazy?!

Here!

VALANCE:
Show's over for now.

DONIPHON:
Try it, Liberty.

Just try it.

STODDARD: What right
do you have to interfere?

It was me he tripped.

I have to keep those boys
where I can see 'em.

PA: Well, I can't come home
every weekend, for God's sake.

Well, if you can't be bothered,
well, then don't blame me

-for what them boys get up to.
-That's not what I'm saying.

-You can't just throw
that one... -

MAN:
Right, that's 6:00 a.m., fellas.

That's youse done.

:
Housewives, it's thanks to

Sparkle biological
washing powder

that their whites
are whiter than ever.

They've discovered
for themselves...

MA:
What have I done?

BUDDY:
All right, Mummy?

Why do you always get sad
when a letter comes?

WOMAN: Remember, our
washing powder is biological.

MISS LEWIS:
Come on, Mr. Slowpoke.

Get inside now.

And finally a switch in
the medal positions this week.

Well, Mr. Buddy,
you may not have improved

your handwriting in maths,
for which this once,

in lieu of your intensified
efforts, we will be willing

to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

but you have
improved your score.

So, in second position
is Buddy.

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da-da ♪

♪ Jackie Wilson said
it was Reet Petite ♪

♪ Kinda love you got
knock me off my feet ♪

♪ Let it all hang out ♪

♪ Oh, let it all hang out ♪

♪ And you know
I'm so wired up ♪

♪ Don't need no coffee
in my cup ♪

♪ Let it all hang out ♪

♪ Let it all hang out ♪

♪ Watch this. ♪

GRANNY:
Be careful what you wish for.

That's what the minister
at the wee mission says.

When is your next chance?

We have to do a project
about the moon landing.

What, did those boys
not come back from that?

They did, and now we have to
cut things out of the papers

and explain how they got there.

If they did get there,
if they did get to the moon.

It's not what it says here.

God doesn't like it.

And I watched every night, too,
that they were up there,

and how did I never see
Mike Collins

in the mother ship
doing his orbit?

Sure you would have seen
the shape of Columbus

against the light of the moon.

No, that's 'cause mostly
he was on the dark side.

Exactly. It's the side that
Lucifer hangs his shillelagh.

What? No, look, he was
on the dark side of the moon

most of the time where
we couldn't see him, you know,

while he was doing his orbit,
and then maybe, you know,

just before he was due
to come round the corner,

you had to go in for your tea.

If I could come up with
something smart about that,

maybe I could
stay up at the top desk

and wait till
she gets back there.

Or you could say the moon's
made of green cheese

and drop down a place,
if you wanted.

Or you could do
the project together,

you and the young lady.

You'd get the same marks

and maybe end up
on the same seat together.

But how do I even talk to her?

-♪ How do you handle a woman? ♪
-Ugh.

♪ "There's a way,"
said the wise old man ♪

♪ A way known by every woman ♪

♪ Since the whole
rigmarole began ♪

Yeah, it's all rigmarole
with you, mister.

♪ Do I flatter her ♪

♪ Threaten or cajole
or plead? ♪

♪ Do I brood
or play the gay romancer? ♪

♪ How to handle a woman? ♪

♪ Mark me well,
I will tell you, sir ♪

-♪ The way to handle a woman ♪
-

♪ Is to love her ♪

♪ Simply love her ♪

GRANNY:
Get off me.

POP:
♪ Merely love her. ♪

-MISS LEWIS: Walk, please.

No running, thank you.

Thanks.

Well done on your maths.

Thanks.

Have you gone to the moon yet?

Do you want to, with me?

It'll save you getting cold
waiting outside our house.

MOIRA:
Hey, Romeo, come on!

We have work to do.

Operation Steal The Chocolate.

It's simple.
We go into the shop

and keep Mr. Singh talking
down by the fridge.

He has to move the boxes
round at the bottom

to get me a Lemon Mivvi.

His head'll be down
part of the time.

You stay at the front
of the shop,

and when you see he's not
looking, you make a sweep.

-What's a sweep? -A big grab
for all the chocolate bars

on that low shelf
near the till.

Sure he'll know they've been
nicked if there's a big gap.

I thought you said
we'd just do a couple,

so he'd never even notice.

I don't want lifted
by the police.

All right, all right.

-GIRL: All clear.
-No sweep.

Just a small grab, okay?

I might be able to swipe you
a chocolate mousse

-at the same time.
-Okay.

-MOIRA: Hello, Mr. Singh.
-Hello, Moira. Hello, Buddy.

-BUDDY: Hello, Mr. Singh.
-MR. SINGH: Good to see youse.

MOIRA: Please may I have
a Lemon Mivvi?

MR. SINGH:
Lemon Mivvi coming right up.

Just need to move
a few wee boxes.

-Hey!
-

-He's seen us!
-Come here, you wee buggers!

-I know who you are!
-MOIRA: No, he doesn't!

BUDDY: Well, your woman
will tell him anyway!

-You proud of yourself?
-It was Moira.

Get in there.

MAN: Get off that blinking road
or you'll kill somebody!

She's gonna tell on us!

She says anything,
she's done for!

WOMAN:
I know who youse are!

What have you got?

You're joking me.

It's all I could see.

Turkish Delight?

Who the hell
eats Turkish Delight?

-Do you eat Turkish Delight?
-No.

I don't like it.

Nobody likes it.

-It's all they had.
-Are you blind?

I had to think quickly.

Not quickly enough.

There was Flakes and Crunchies.

All you need is an in and out
with a fast hand,

and then the Milky Bars
are on me.

I'm not sure
you're cut out for this.

-Hey, Buddy, your da's home.

-Sure it's only Wednesday.
-He came in a taxi.

-And you, too!
-What?

Keep your mouth shut.

PA:
When did you write to them?

MA:
None of your business.

PA: Just tell me.
When did you write to them?

-It's a simple question.
-None of your business.

PA:
Just give me a simple answer.

-I'm not getting interrogated.
-When did you write to them?

MA: When the last receipt
came through.

I knew it was the last one
'cause for three bloody years

I've been counting
them envelopes

coming through that door,
and there wasn't

so much as a thank-you
with this one.

PA: It's the taxman,
for God's sake.

Who do you expect,
Father Christmas?

MA: We've been
scrimping and saving,

and they hadn't the good grace
as to say, "That's it.

You're done.
You're in the clear."

So what'd you say to them
in your letter?

I said I wanted
a full official declaration

that my husband was
in the clear a hundred percent

on all back taxes,
and that they acknowledged

that everything was shipshape
and above board,

and that my family's good name

wasn't on
some credit risk list.

-Christ. Christ the night.
-What?

No.

-No.
-Yes, yes, oh, yes.

They've decided-- thanks
to acting on your request--

they've decided to go back
further into my accounts

and say that I owe
another 572 pound,

which based on
current earnings,

should take another
five years to pay off.

So it's a handy wee letter
you sent, wasn't it?

You bugger!

-Oh, you're a lying bugger!
-

Aye, that's right, believe the
taxman before you believe me!

Your work won't be too pleased

with you skipping off
in the week.

I'll work the weekend.

Ah, when's that job finish?

This one's nearly done.

What, there's another one
over there, is there?

Aye. Big one.

A long one.

They're asking some of the boys
to move over permanent.

Offering accommodation
because of the time involved.

Couple of years.

Building a hospital.

Your father has to go
to the hospital.

You talk to him about it.

Won't talk to me about doctors.

Is that right?

Ah, it's just a couple of days.

A wee test for the lungs.

It's all that bloody time
over in Leicester.

-Where's that?
-In England.

Is that near where Daddy works?

Nah, your daddy works near,
uh, London, the Big Smoke.

This was in the countryside.

What were you doing?

I was a coal miner.

You've done a lot
of different jobs, Pop.

You can say that again.

Yeah, none of them lasted
more than a week.

My mother's worried about you.

Your mother's worried about you.

Well, Granny's always worried
about something, isn't she?

Ah, well, your granny's
a very caring person.

Sometimes it affects her nerves.

Like your mommy.

Mommy's worried, too, isn't she?

Daddy, are we gonna
have to leave Belfast?

PA: All right, Buddy,
that's me away, then.

I'll see you
when I get back next week.

MISS LEWIS: In you come, girls.
Catherine. Quinn.

Come on in, girls. You can help
put the pencils out.

PA:
Be good, son.

If you can't be good?

BOTH:
Be careful.

BILLY:
Seems like only yesterday

you and me were
in school together.

You're gonna need to stay
away from my family.

BILLY: That's big talk
for a fella who's never here.

PA: You can rely on me
to be here when it matters.

BILLY:
I hope your timing's good.

Things get out of hand
pretty quick round these parts.

Do you know the problem
with men like you?

You think you're better
than the rest of us.

And the problem with men like
you is you know you're not.

We'll keep it simple.

You're with us
or you're against us.

Clock's ticking.

You're a soft touch!

Time for real Protestants
to step up!

PA:
Ach, you're no real Protestant.

You're a jumped-up gangster
and always were.

MAN: There's peelers about.
Hey, watch it, youse two.

WOMAN:
Quick.

MA: Ah, look.
There you are now, son.

Hello, son.

The police officer here
just wants a wee word with you.

There seems to be
a-a wee bit of confusion

about something that happened
at Mr. Singh's.

Go on, sit down there, now.

POLICEMAN:
Do you know why I'm here, son?

Don't lie to me.

A very serious crime
has been committed

down in Mr. Singh's shop.

Do you know
what I'm talking about?

All the best, now,
and give my regards to Josie.

-POLICEMAN: I will do.
-I do like a man in a uniform.

Was he in there long?

Apples'll grow again, should
they grow on a gooseberry tree!

I didn't even
eat the chocolate!

: No, I won't
be here when it's over.

You're asking me
to wait an hour to find out

if I'm going to be
a wife or a widow.

I say it's too long to wait.

-I won't do it.
-WILL KANE: Amy...

I mean it.
If you won't go with me now,

I'll be on that train
when it leaves here.

I've got to stay.

No, you're not listening to me.

:
I am listening. I am listening.

Would you, would you listen
to me for a change?

I'm trying to be practical
about this.

MA: Look, the police were here
today but their father wasn't,

so, no, I'll not be
having any lectures

-from you, mister.
-Don't be like that.

I know what you're gonna...

♪ Do not forsake me,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ On this our wedding day ♪

♪ Do not forsake me,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Wait along ♪

♪ I do not know
what fate awaits me ♪

♪ I only know I must be brave ♪

♪ And I must face
a man who hates me ♪

:
Clear the streets

and return to your homes.

♪ Or lie a coward ♪

♪ A craven coward ♪

Return to your homes.

♪ Or lie a coward in my grave ♪

Oi. Yes, I'm open.

-♪ Wait along ♪
-Catch it.

-Mine, mine, mine!
-Pass it to me!

♪ Wait along... ♪

Mrs. Ford, how you doing?

MRS. FORD: All the better
for seeing you, stranger.

-Welcome home. -Ah, you're
a silver-tongued charmer.

-It takes one to know one.
- All right?

MR. STEWART:
Ah, just the fella.

Have you got a horse
for the 2:30 race?

I have, but if I tell you,
the odds'll come down.

Christ, I'm not gonna
bet the house.

Fancy Man, each way.
She'll get you a pint.

-Is that Paddy moving out?
-Poor Catholics have no choice.

-It's a mad world.
-Well, get used to it.

We all live there now.

NEWSMAN:
Prize capture was a tanker

laden with
2,500 gallons of petrol.

They'd also taken dozens
of crates of milk bottles

from a passing truck and
dubbed the whole enterprise

the Petrol Bomb Factory.

MA: Sure all the kids in
the street are going mad.

PA:
What do you want me to do?

MA:
You need to talk to them boys.

How many was there?

About ten of them.

And what did your mate do?

He said he wasn't joining
anything they belonged to.

Then he gave the big one a dig
in the gob and ran like hell.

So did I.

Did they chase you?

Aye, but we got
a street ahead of them.

Then we ran into me Uncle
Tony's and turned the corner

before they could see us.

We put the heart across
me Uncle Tony.

He was on the toilet,
doing his horses,

and then he dropped his pencil
down the loo.

You've delivered
for these boys before, aye?

Mm-hmm.

And you know it's not milk
they're putting

back in them empty bottles?

I do now, Daddy.

You were right to tell me.

Come here and hold this, son.

Hold that there.

-You got that?
-Mm-hmm.

REPORTER: And amid more
citywide violence overnight,

government figures issued today
reveal that Northern Ireland

now has the highest rate
of unemployment in the UK.

PA:
Here it is. Planet Earth.

And do you know where that is?

-Sydney.
-Australia?

Aye, that's right.

-Do you know about it?
-Aye.

They've got surfing
and weird football.

And they have kangaroos
on the barbecue.

And the weather's good.

Young Joe Turner's
down there, too.

That's right.

How do you fancy that?

What?

Moving over there
for a wee while.

You're joking.

No. It's just down the side
a wee bit.

It's ten and a half
thousand miles.

Right, school, you two-- now.

We might as well be going to
the moon if we went down there.

Sure, you've already
family there.

One second cousin.

And you've the phone.

And a millionaire
to pay the bills?

We could take trips back.

And pay for it with what,
Scotch mist?

Family could come over
for holidays.

I didn't come up the loch
in a bubble.

There's no one from round here

can afford the fare
to go down there.

Or the time off work,
if they had any work.

You just heard the bloody news.

We have to do something.

This is our home.

-

♪ When it's not
always raining ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

♪ When there's no one
complaining ♪

-♪ There'll be days like this ♪
-

♪ Everything falls into place ♪

♪ Like the flick of a switch ♪

-♪ Well, my mama told me ♪
-

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

I hope you're feeling
confident, Daddy.

♪ When you don't need to worry ♪

♪ There'll be days like this ♪

Don't worry.

♪ When on one's in a hurry ♪

-♪ There'll be days like this ♪
-

♪ When you don't get
betrayed... ♪

VIOLET:
He's away the night again?

MA:
Aye, he can't neglect his work.

VIOLET:
Sure, there's work here.

MA:
Have you read the papers?

You'd break my heart
to leave, but...

-BOY: Come on!
-GIRL: Here!

...you have to think of them.

We can't all leave.

There'd be nobody left
but the nutters.

: Aye, and nobody
to cook their tea,

run messages
and wipe their arses.

That'd make the violence stop
in about ten minutes.

-

How could I leave Belfast?

I wouldn't worry about it.

The Irish were born for leaving.

Otherwise, the rest of
the world would have no pubs.

It just needs half of us to stay

so that the other half
can get sentimental

-about the ones that went.
-

All the Irish need to survive
is a phone, a Guinness

and the sheet music
to "Danny Boy."

You're a terrible woman,
you know that?

-PA: He shoots, he scores.

♪ The summer's gone ♪

♪ And all the flowers ♪

♪ Are dying ♪

PA:
I'll see you soon, okay?

♪ 'Tis you, 'tis you ♪

-MA: You take her home.
-♪ Must go ♪

-PA: Enjoy yourself, okay?
-♪ And I must bide ♪

Come on, now, missus.
Come along.

We must go as well.
Come on, now.

♪ But come ye back... ♪

All right, I give in.

-

♪ When summer's in the... ♪

-Violet, can I ask you
a question? -What?

-What did you do
with the money? -What money?

MACK: The money your ma
gave you for singing lessons.

: All passengers
departing on the Heysham ferry

should proceed
to the boarding area now.

Everybody's leaving home.

People have to move on.

"Too long a sacrifice can make
a stone of the heart."

Oh, is that what does it?

Yeah, well, you don't usually
buy your wisdom

with a walk in the park.

Your heart has to explode.

:
Mr. Philosopher.

And when did your heart
ever explode?

That time I saw you
in those brown stockings.

:
Holy God.

-Aye.
-I remember that.

It took me half the day

just staining my legs brown
with the tobacco water.

Then our Annie took
half the night

to draw the seam up the back
of my legs with a pencil.

You couldn't understand why

you couldn't get your hands
round them.

-You thought it was magic.

It was magic.

When you've gray hair, people
think your heart never skipped.

Did yours ever skip?

Aye, it danced a bloody jig

every time you walked
in the room.

-Nah.
-

You were full of it then,
and you're full of it now.

Come on. We may get on.

Uh, Jimmy said he'd drive me

to the hospital in the morning.

No, and I told him he would not.

I'm taking you in on the bus.

I'm walking you in,
and when they're done,

you can be bloody sure
I'm walking you back out again.

Do you hear me?

I'm walking you home.

Do you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you, missus.

Sure, when did I not?

DRIVER: Aldergrove bus going
in three minutes.

Last tickets now.

PA:
The boss has been in touch.

They want me to stay on.

A permanent job in England.

Wanting me to move
into management.

It's more money.

MAN:
Just let us through there.

There's a house
that goes with it.

We get it rent-free,

with a chance to own it
if things go well.

A wee bit bigger
than what we have here.

A room for each of the boys.

There's a wee garden, too.

Are you allowed to play
football in that garden, Daddy?

PA:
Aye, son.

If I say yes, there's
more money straightaway.

We could start getting on top
of that back tax now.

This family's not gonna get
another chance like that

in this town, not now.

Hey, watch out
for that traffic there.

I'm watching it now, Mammy.
It's okay.

DRIVER:
Come on, now. Two minutes.

Get on board if you're coming.
Last tickets now.

Sounds like
they really want you.

What do you want?

I want my family with me.

I want you.

You and me,

we've known each other
since we were toddlers.

We've known this street

and every street round it
all our lives.

And every man,
woman and child that lives

in every bloody house,
whether we like it or not.

I like it.

And you say you've
a wee garden for them boys?

But here, they can play
wherever the hell they like,

'cause everybody knows them,

everybody likes them
and everybody looks after them.

If we go over the water,

them people's not gonna
understand a word we say.

And half of them,
they'll take the hand out of us

for sounding different.

And the other half,
they'll hate us

'cause men here are killing
their young sons on our streets.

They'll think
we don't give a shite.

And you think they're gonna
welcome us with open arms?

What, and say, "Come on in.

Well done for stealing
the house off of us"?

Things change.

Aye. They do.

We need to decide by Christmas.

You need to decide by Christmas.

You're coming back,
aren't you, Daddy?

You look after your mummy.

Be good. If you can't be good...

"And if you can't be good,
be careful."

DRIVER:
Right, off we go.

Aldergrove Airport,
ladies and gents.

PA:
We'll talk on the phone, okay?

MA:
Give me a ring.

Tell me when you've got there.

♪ I'm stranded ♪

♪ At the edge of the world ♪

♪ It's a world I don't know ♪

♪ Got nowhere to go ♪

♪ Feels like I'm stranded ♪

NURSE: I caught you looking
at Dr. Kildare.

-NURSE 2: Right. You can talk.

POP:
Have you wrote to Santa?

MA: Oh, he has,
but Santa's explained

that money's
a bit tight this year,

so he's not to expect too much.

Sure, Santa has plenty
of surplus

if you talk to
the people in the know.

Your health is all you need

-for a Christmas present.
-Ah. Well, you've the right one

to keep you cheerful here,
haven't you, Pop?

You tell your mammy
to stop her cheek,

or I'm not taking you
to the show.

What show's that?

MA:
I don't know. I think there's

Christmas carols in it, though.

GRANNY: Oh, that's
me waterworks.

MA:
And you, behave yourself.

Don't be annoying your pop.

Don't be asking
for any Christmas presents.

He's no money, either.

Taxman's got it, like ours.

Ach, don't worry.

Your mammy will persuade Santa
to bring some presents.

Ach. Don't think so, Pop.

I always know
when there's no money.

-MAN: Hello?

-It's the rent man.
-BUDDY: I'll get it, Mam.

Shut your mouth.

Is your mum in there, wee man?

Nobody's here.

-

Oh, that puts me in mind
of a great wee system

we had in the old days
for paying the rent.

The rent man would come round
and collect the money

for every house
in the whole street,

and once he had done

and all the rent books
were marked up to date,

one of the boys would
hold him up at gunpoint

in the back entry

and take all the money
back off him,

and then he'd hand it
straight back

to all the residents
in the street,

with a little commission
for the service.

Yeah, it was
a very effective system.

And the rent man was
so good about it in the end

that eventually they cut him in
for a wee bit, too,

and everybody was happy.

Except for the council,
I suppose.

His work's giving my da a house
in England now if he wants one.

It's got a garden
and everything,

and two toilets, and they're
both inside the house.

There's nothing wrong
with an outside toilet,

except on an aeroplane.

My ma says,
if we went across the water,

they wouldn't understand
the way we talk.

That shouldn't be
a problem, son.

I've been married
to your granny for 50 years.

I've never understood
a word she's said.

And if they can't
understand you,

then they're not listening,
and that's their problem.

You know, when I was
in Leicester,

they said the same thing
about me.

You know, so I put on
a different bloody accent

every day just to annoy them.

They never knew who I was.

But I did,

and that's the only one
who needs to know.

You know who you are, don't you?

Yes, Pop.

You're Buddy from Belfast 15,

where everybody knows you

and your pop looks out for you

and your mummy looks out
for you,

your daddy looks out for you,
your granny looks out for you,

your brother looks out for you,

and the whole family
looks out for you.

And wherever you go
and whatever you become,

that'll always be the truth.

And that thought
will keep you safe.

It'll keep you happy.

Will you remember that for me?

-Yes, Pop.
-Aye.

Fine man you are.

Now, forget about

what your father
and your mother want.

What do you want?

I want you
and my granny to come, too.

-

:
Hear me.

Hear me.

I am here tonight to warn you

that you have yet
a chance and hope

of escaping my fate.

Who wears chains that size?

: Granny, you're not
allowed to talk in the theater.

It makes one heck of a necklace.

You were always
a good friend to me.

Thank you.

You will be haunted.

Is this the chance and hope
you mentioned, Jacob?

It is.

I think I'd rather not.

Oh, I'm bloody well sure
you wouldn't.

When will Pop get out
of the hospital?

When the doctors say
his lungs are fine.

When Pop went to England
to be a coal miner,

did you go with him?

Did you want to?

Neither do I.

Has your father said
what he's doing?

He says it has to get decided
by Christmas.

When's he coming back?

At the weekend.

We're going to the pictures.

He's taking us to
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

What in the name of God is that?

It's a flying car.

Oh, God, I've heard it all.

It goes over a cliff, and you
nearly fall out of your seat.

Do you want to come?

It'll be company for you
till my pop's home.

If God had wanted me
to see flying cars,

I'd have been born
with blinking wings.

You love your films, don't you?

I was a great one for the
pictures when I was your age.

I used to think you could
climb right inside the screen

and visit all those
strange places you saw.

Like that one in that film.

What was that, uh...?

Uh, Lost Horizons.

-Did you ever see that?
-No.

What was the name
of the place, Granny?

Shangri-La.

That's what they called it.

Did you ever go there?

There were no roads
to Shangri-La

from our part of Belfast.

So, will you go one day?

-

What? Where do they think
they're going?

Look out!

:
What's happening?

:
Look!

-Oh!
-Look at that!

-TRULY: You're a genius.

CARACTACUS:
It's nothing, really.

-♪ Chitty Bang Bang ♪
-♪ Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Bang Bang ♪

:
♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Oh, you,
pretty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
we love you... ♪

No, shut up.
You'll get us thrown out.

-♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ What we'll do?
Near, far, in our motorcar ♪

♪ Oh, what a happy time
we'll spend ♪

♪ Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Our fine
four-fendered friend ♪

♪ Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Our fine
four-fendered friend ♪

♪ Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang... ♪

Oh, look at this.

♪ Chitty Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Oh, you,
pretty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang... ♪

WILL:
Get Da, not me.

-Mummy.
-PA: Don't shoot me.

No, Buddy, don't. Hey, hey!

♪ Near, far, in our motorcar ♪

♪ Oh, what a happy time
we'll spend ♪

♪ Bang Bang,
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Our fine
four-fendered friend... ♪

-BUDDY: 20-nil!

-♪ Our fine four-fendered ♪

-♪ Friend... ♪
-♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ♪

♪ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
fine four-fendered ♪

♪ Chitty Chitty friend. ♪

Ah, come on. Here.

Sit down for
a few minutes here.

We've a wee word
to have with you.

Buddy, uh, Mum and I want
to talk to you about something,

something that we might
have to do as a family.

You know the way your dad's
over in England

and he's been working
over there for quite a while?

Well, we were thinking that,
uh, you know,

maybe we'd all go as a family
and go live there.

And, um, your dad's seen
a really nice wee house,

and it's got
a lovely garden and...

Play football, Buddy.

-Aye.
-There's loads of room there.

-More room than we have here.
-

-I don't want to go to England!
-Could you switch that off?

I don't want to go to England!

It's all right, darling.

-Hey, it's okay.
-It's all right.

I'll have no friends
and no cousins,

and I won't be able
to see Catherine at school!

Hey, listen, you'll make new
friends, and you're gonna have

a big garden
to play football in.

I don't care about the garden!

I want my granny and my pop,

and I want to do my project
on going to the moon

and get on the first desk,
and I don't want to

-have to talk funny.
-Hey, hey, Buddy.

And I don't want to forget
what road I have to

-go down when I'm dead.
-That's enough now, darling.

No one's asking you
to talk funny.

-No decision's been made yet.
-It's all right. Exactly.

No, we were just trying to see
what everyone thought first.

-You're just overtired.
-Exactly. Yeah.

I don't want to leave Belfast!

Let's just leave it
till Easter.

-See where we are then.
-: Aye.

These boys are suffering.

I don't think we've got
till Easter.

I don't think you and me
have got till Easter, either.

Well, come home.

We'll fight this together.

Kids the same age as ours

are getting killed
around the corner.

Well, we'll be careful.

You can't be with them
24 hours a day.

You can't take away
their childhood, either.

You know, whatever happens...

...what you've done
with these two,

it's phenomenal.

What are you talking about?

You raised them.

Not me.

Not us.

You.

Thank you.

We'll see what happens
by Easter.

I'll take the bins out,
make a cuppa,

get these'ns to bed.

♪ I wish I had you ♪

♪ In Carrickfergus ♪

:
Back to bed.

♪ Only for nights ♪

See you in two weeks.

♪ In Ballygrand ♪

♪ I would swim over ♪

♪ The deepest ocean ♪

♪ The deepest ocean ♪

♪ To be by your side ♪

♪ But the sea is wide ♪

♪ And I can't swim over ♪

♪ And neither have ♪

♪ I wings to fly ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I could find me ♪

♪ A handy boatman ♪

♪ To ferry me over ♪

GIRL: Hey, you're gonna bring
the whole thing down.

♪ To my love and die. ♪

-Five. -Six.
-Seven.

REPORTER:
There used to be 40 houses here

in this mainly
Roman Catholic street.

That was before the trouble
in the middle of August.

Now the government are proposing

to rebuild this street,

but there are increased
tensions in the city,

and the move comes amid
warnings of renewed violence.

Moondance at seven-to-two.

Has to win, don't you think?

What's going on in your comic?

Well, he has to defeat
the monster.

-What?
-Oh.

-They're my chips.
-What's yours is mine,

-and what's mine's my own.
-Granny says that.

-What does that even mean?
-You'll find out.

Now, you go and wait
at your granny's.

I'll come and pick you up
after I've seen my father,

-okay, son?
-All right, Daddy.

Right, wee fella,
you did well for not

grassing us to the police,
so you're in.

What do you mean?

You're one of us now,
and this is it.

-This is what?
-This is war.

Let's go, boys! Let's do this!

BUDDY:
What are we gonna do?

Whatever the hell we want.

MAN: Our blood's up, lads.
Our bloods up.

:
Authorities are urging citizens

to return to their homes
immediately

and to stay inside and off the
streets until further notice.

Effective immediately.

:
They machine-gunned us.

Armored cars paving the way
for the hooligans to come in.

WOMAN:
Everybody, home now.

MAN: This doesn't look good.
Come on, let's go.

BUDDY:
I'm going home! I'm going home!

MOIRA:
No, you're not.

BUDDY:
I want to go home!

MOIRA:
You're coming with us.

BUDDY:
I want to go home.

RIOTER:
Go on, smash them!

-Come on! Get in here!

-Get it! Go on!
-

SHOPKEEPER:
Take it easy, man!

We don't want any trouble!

RIOTER:
Oh, for God's sake, leave it!

Come on, let's go!

This city belongs
to the Protestants!

Get yourself something.

-What?
-Whatever you need.

BUDDY:
Washing powder!

MAN:
Lock the doors! Lock the doors!

BUDDY:
Mammy! Mammy!

Here, what the hell's going on?

Oh, Mammy!

We're looting the supermarket.

Where did you get that?

I told you, we're looting
the supermarket.

You're what?

You wait right there, young man.

Why did you take
that washing powder?

It's biological.

MA:
Come on.

Move! Move it!

You watch yourselves.

Now, you put that back.

Do you hear me?

And if you ever,
ever do anything

like that again,
I will kill you.

Do you hear me?
And you, young madam,

if you ever drag my son
into something like this again,

I will beat you black and blue
until you never get home again.

Do you hear me?

All right? Put it back I said.

BILLY:
Hey, woman!

We don't put things back.

That's not the statement
we're trying to make.

MAN: Billy, come on.
The army are coming. Come on!

Out! Go on, get out!

-Out!
-All right, all right.

-MAN: Come on!

:
Clear the street!

Clear the street now!

Tear gas and rubber bullets
will be used!

We're clearing this area!
Move out the way now!

-BILLY: Time to get out of here.
-McLAURY: Don't try anything.

BILLY: So you two are going
to guarantee safe passage

for me and my men.

If you try to run,

I'll put a bullet
in your son's head.

-

BILLY: Ah, here he comes,
the Lone Ranger.

SOLDIER:
Clear this area right now!

I can see your kind needs
a little discipline.

You let them go now.

No, I think if I do,

one of them soldiers
is gonna take my head off.

If they don't, I will.

Over their dead bodies.

Folks always have
a problem with change.

But you'd better get
used to it, mister.

People like me
run this town now.

And it's people like you
that bring us all down.

♪ I do not know
what fate awaits me ♪

♪ I only know I must be brave ♪

♪ And I must face
a man who hates me ♪

♪ Or lie a coward ♪

♪ A craven coward ♪

Daddy!

♪ Or lie a coward ♪

♪ In my grave ♪

♪ Oh, to be torn
twixt love and duty ♪

♪ S'posin' I lose
my fair-haired beauty ♪

♪ Look at that big hand
move along ♪

♪ Nearin' high noon ♪

♪ He made a vow
while in state's prison ♪

♪ Vowed it would be
my life or his'n ♪

♪ I'm not afraid of death,
but, oh ♪

♪ What will I do ♪

♪ If you leave me? ♪

♪ Do not forsake me,
oh, my darlin' ♪

BILLY:
This isn't the end, pal!

♪ You made that promise
as a bride ♪

♪ Do not forsake me,
oh, my darlin' ♪

♪ Although you're grievin' ♪

♪ I can't be leavin' ♪

♪ Now that I need you ♪

♪ By my side. ♪

BUDDY:
Thanks.

It's gonna be all right.

I'll talk to the committee,
get this fixed.

There'll be no more bother.

I caught sight of my face
in that shop window

when I was running
down the street

and dragging them poor kids
behind me.

And I was looking
in the mirror just now...

...at that same face.

And I asked myself...

"What the hell am I doing?"

And then I was sick.

Like I am every morning now.

And I realized...

...I don't think

it really matters anymore.

So, tomorrow...

...when Uncle Mack
and Auntie Violet come round...

...we're going to start
packing.

POP:
You have no choice.

You know they're gonna come
for you, don't you?

And this time,
they'll send somebody serious.

Get yourselves to the moon.

London's only
one small step for a man.

Belfast will still be here
when you get back.

Will you?

I'm going nowhere
you won't find me.

MISS LEWIS:
And now to announce the winners

of our school moon project.

Well, how'd it go with this?

BOTH:
We got a gold star.

Ah, good on youse.

Now, tell me this,
seeing as you two will know--

how do I get to the moon
with only ten pound,

three leaky umbrellas
and my bus pass?

See, there's an art
to an Ulster fry, son.

Mind you, I'm glad
your Aunt Violet's away

up the stairs there
with your ma.

She keeps banging on now
about how Northern Ireland's

got the highest rates of
"chlomestremol" in the world.

Sure, I think it's great that

we're world champions
at something.

-

Do you mind answering that
for me, son,

while I've got this hot pan on?

OFFICER:
Is your mother in, son?

-DRIVER:
Watch yourself, missus!

Where's your white stick?

MAN:
Are you all right, son?

BUDDY: Will you ask in there
for my daddy, please?

-Point out who he is.
-PA: The farmer says, "No,"

and he goes,
"Do you have any bread?"

Excuse me.

Your little lad's here.

What's that?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

WOMAN: It was good to see him
one last time.

There.

Oh, I'm done.

-Here. You're all right.
-Oh, dear.

-Will!
-

-You're all right.
-Yeah.

Take that note up
to Mrs. Hewitt

and get the wee message
for your granny.

For her nerves.

-Come on.
-

That was a lot of people
that came to see him today.

Aye.

He was very popular.

And he owed half of them money.

He used to help me
with my maths.

He was a very deep thinker.

A very deep thinker.

Did he help you?

Yeah.

Yeah, he did help me.

He helped me a lot.

MINISTER: "For now we see
through a glass, darkly;

"face-to-face:

"for now I-I know in part;
but then I shall know

"as also I am known.

"For when I was a child,

"I spake as a child,
I understood as a child,

"I thought as a child:

but then I became a man and
I put away childish things."

So do not say in grief
that you are sorry he is gone,

but rather, say in thankfulness

you are grateful he was here.

MAN:
God love him.

WOMAN:
That wee dote.

MAN 2:
Ah, I'll miss him, now.

MAN 3: And we'll be sure
to toast him down the club, eh?

MAN: Will we head down now,
sure, will we?

WOMAN:
I'm sure your man'll have

a wee sing-along
with the jukebox.

:
♪ Hearts gone astray ♪

♪ Leaving hurt when they go ♪

♪ I went away ♪

♪ Just when you need me so ♪

♪ You won't regret ♪

♪ I come back begging you ♪

♪ Won't you forget ♪

♪ Welcome love we once knew ♪

♪ Open up your eyes,
then you realize ♪

♪ Here I stand
with my everlasting love ♪

♪ Need you by my side,
girl, to be my bride ♪

♪ You'll never be denied,
everlasting love ♪

♪ From the very start,
open up your heart ♪

♪ Feel that you're part
of everlasting love ♪

♪ Need a love to last forever♪

♪ Need a love
to last forever.♪

:
Top o' the world, Ma!

WOMAN:
Top o' the world!

PA:
Buddy. Follow me.

-Hi, Buddy.
-Hello.

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

I'll come back.

Make sure you do.

-Cheerio.
-Cheerio.

Daddy, do you think me and
that wee girl have a future?

Well, why the heck not?

You know she's a Catholic?

Oh.

That wee girl can be
a practicing Hindu

or a Southern Baptist
or a vegetarian antichrist,

but if she's kind and she's fair

and you two respect each other,

she and her people are welcome

in our house
any day of the week.

Agreed?

Mind you,
does that mean you and me

have to start going
to confession?

-Probably.
-

That's us two in trouble, then.

Go.

Go now.

Don't look back.

I love you, son.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And we'll walk down
the avenue again ♪

♪ And we'll sing all the songs
from way back when ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And we'll walk down
the avenue again ♪

♪ And the healing has begun... ♪

♪ And we'll walk
down the avenue in style ♪

♪ And we'll walk
down the avenue ♪

♪ And we'll smile ♪

♪ Yeah, we'll say ♪

♪ "Baby, ain't it all
worthwhile ♪

♪ When the healing has begun?" ♪

♪ All right,
when the healing has begun ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ All right, whoo ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ When you hear the music
ringing in your soul ♪

♪ And you feel it in your heart
and it grows and grows ♪

♪ And it came from
the backstreet rock and roll ♪

♪ And the healing has begun ♪

♪ That's where
it come from, man ♪

♪ Baby, you know how I feel ♪

♪ When the healing has begun ♪

♪ When the healing ♪

♪ When the healing has begun ♪

♪ And the healing ♪

♪ And the healing has begun ♪

♪ We're gonna dance ♪

♪ We're gonna stay out
all night long ♪

♪ We're gonna dance
to the rock and roll ♪

♪ When the healing has begun ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Now you just ♪

♪ Let me ease on a little bit ♪

♪ You dig this ♪

♪ Backstreet jelly roll ♪

♪ And the healing ♪

♪ And the healing has begun ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And the healing has begun ♪

♪ And the healing,
and the healing... ♪