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Our villages, Bal/ydowse and Carrickdowse

had forever glared at each other across the bay.

Fierce enemies.

Though none of us ever know why.

For us kids, hating the Carricks

was as natural as breathing air.

We couldn't imagine a time when it wouldn't be so.

Come on.

Hey, Fergus, wait for me!

HEY, guys! Hang on!

Father! Father!

Out of the way, boys.

Let's try the bogs!

Morning, Father.

Marie.

Pat!

Hey, Pat!

Want to buy some tickets for the draw?

10p a page. Pound for a book.

It's for the hospital in Skibb.

The minister, he says you never know the moment.

That's true enough, but you're too late, son.

The Carrickdowse boys have beaten you to it.

Carrick boys? Why you're buying off them for?

Your own kids are stuck with them.

We're loaded up with tickets, son.

You can ask so much of a man, and no more.

That's the God's truth.

We've more tickets than fish.

Jonjo, they won't have reached him yet!

-Jonjo. -We'll catch him at the bridge!

Thanks for nothing, you mean scabs!

Hey!

Wait till I talk to your father!

Jonjo!

Jonjo, wait up!

Jofijo!

Jofijo!

Jofijo!

Jonjo...

Buy some tickets.

Wait up!

Hey. you lot!

Beat it!

Get back to Carry!

You know what that line stands for?

Keep on your own side and leave our postman alone.

Rubbish. He's nobody postman's, he belongs to everyone.

He's ours till he leaves Ballydowse.

This half of the bridge is ours.

When he gets on your side, you can have him.

Till then, keep your hands off.

Yeah, keep your stinking hands off.

What did you say?

Keep your stinking hands off.

Whose stinking hands?

Leave me alone! I'll tell Fergus!

Fergus will kill you!

Well, Fergus isn't here, is he, your little wanker?

Stop! Stop!

Leave me alone, or I'll tell Fergus!

Someone help me!

Get Fergus!

Fergus!

Fergus!

Fergus...

The Carricks, on the bridge.

They've got Little Con!

You want to go in? You want to go for a swim?

No! Help me!

Help, someone! No! Help! Stop!

And what was that about my hands?

Nothing! Nothing!

Here. Put that down.

-Aah!

Geronimo.

You lucky little maggot.

Okay, rough toss pot, run off home to Mammy.

Tosspot!

Tosspot!

Too late.

Yeah.

Right.

Con?

What?

What does "toss pot" mean?

I don't know. Come on.

I know what a pot is.

We all know what a pot is and toss.

It's not the words.

It's what they mean together that counts.

Come in.

Please, sir. How many swear words do you know?

What makes you think I know any?

You're grown up. Me daddy knows hundreds.

Well, then, you'd best put your problem to him.

Hey, watch it.

Who cares what it means?

It's how bad it is that matters.

If it's really bad, we've got to come up with something worse.

Sir doesn't even know what it means.

You never said that to him, did you?

Never said it. Not to his face.

Out of the way, boys.

Good work, Little Con.

Cross it over this way.

Gerard!

Do you like lollipops?

See the church?

Go tell the priest...

Now we'll see how bad the bloody word is.

Tosspot.

Terrible. Terrible effort.

Hey, Tim, any Sign yet?

Not yet.

I hope the moment never arrives for any of you.

Hey, come back here!

They're off!

Hey, get back to your seats!

Who taught you that?

Get back to your seats!

I'll see your mother, you little lout!

On your way, now!

On your way!

Sit! Sit! Come on. Move it! Move it!

Got the paint?

Lime green or electric blue?

-Forget the green. Keep the blue. -And I've got a torch.

Great.

What's the time?

It's 9:15.

Hey, fellas, wait for me!

I've been feeding the calves.

I'm pooped out.

Keep it down. Big Con is still to come.

Here he is now.

What's he doing here?

This is a guerrilla operation.

It's no place for kids.

Wasn't it me that was held over the water?

He's got a point.

It's the only way we could get out,

was to say we'd take The Master his eggs.

I thought your dad's on the boats.

His morn keeps chickens.

-Is it herring they're after? -Pike.

Shut up, the pair of you.

I'm discussing his daddy's catch.

If you talk fishing, get yourselves out.

There's a war on here. Concentrate.

Okay, only the bridge is in the open.

We clear it as quick as we can.

And after that, we cut through the woods.

I'm not cutting through any woods.

These trousers are brand new.

Then get on home to your mammy.

Says who?

I do, I'm leading this expedition.

Are you? We haven't had a vote yet.

Okay, all in favor of me say "aye."

Aye.

Take your shoes off.

Come on.

He's coming.

Little Con, get out there quick.

I can't. I'm scared.

What's there to be scared about?

You're only a little kid with eggs. Go on!

So it's you, is it, making all them dogs bark?

You all right? Hey...

Come over here, and we'll have a look at you.

What?

Come in. We'll fix you up.

My brother...

They've got him.

He's a prisoner of war.

Thanks a bundle for bringing him.

-Who do you got there? -I don't know.

-What's his name? -I don't know.

I can't get a word out of him. Are you dumb? Is it?

Michael, you have the bedside manner of a bullock.

The poor little boy's in shock. Can't you see that?

Yelling and bawling at him like that.

I wasn't yelling and bawling at him, I was inquiring.

God help us if you ever start. The whole town will be tortured.

We have to find out where he comes from.

Walking around the middle of the night with his crutch of eggs.

His father'll be out shouting around the countryside looking for him.

Give him time.

Little boy's had a nasty shock. Haven't you, darling?

I'll get him something to buck him up.

Michael, he's only a child.

I was taking whiskey with me mother's milk.

Aye, look at the state you're in.

Here you go.

He's drinking whiskey in Geronimo's house.

With himself and Gorilla at the table.

-Great. -Great?

He'll keep them busy. Give us the paint.

Boffin, you come too. I'll need you for the spelling.

The rest of you, cover us.

Hold this pot.

Are you sure, Fergus?

The church? It's a mortal sin.

Like I say...

This is war.

Ho, ho, ho! A kid and a half. There's no mistake.

How are you feeling, son?

I smashed me eggs.

It's his eggs he's fretting over.

Is that all it is? Sure we've bushels of eggs.

Jerome, go out the back and fill his box with eggs.

-What? -Do as your mammy says.

I'm not waiting on him.

But he's busy, he's doing his lessons, mister.

Busy?

Well, you can give him a hand.

Eggs now, the pair of yous, and don't argue!

Try making a bit more noise!

One for the road?

"S...

"S...

A car, quick!

Finished.

Boffin, come on.

Thanks.

Good night.

-You mind them eggs now. -Yes, sir.

♪ In the merry Month of May a'

♪ From me home I packed S'

♪ And left A girl that you I'

♪ Nearly broken hearts That look to follow thee a'

♪ Kiss me, darlin' I'

♪ While I drink A pint of beer S'

♪ Me grief and tears... a'

My brother...

He's as drunk as a skunk.

♪ Spanish gold And how about a'

♪ A brand-new pair of girls ♪

♪ Wrapped along In the boats? a'

a' Going to Northern Ireland a'

♪ On the rocky road To Dublin a'

♪ And one, two Three, four, five I

♪ Up the hill a'

♪ And I'm going Around the rocky road a'

♪ And all the way To Dublin a'

♪ La fa-la dee-dah a'

♪ In the merry Month of May a'

♪ From me home I packed S'

♪ And left Me girl so true I'

♪ Nearly broken hearts Will look to follow thee a'

♪ Kiss me, darlin' I'

♪ While I drink A pint of beer S'

♪ Me grief and tears... a'

Hold it.

What's happening? Can you see any Carricks?

No, but they'll be there.

Give us a look.

Hey, lads, I think I feel a bit woozy.

Bad luck.

Take cover! Take cover!

That's right. Hide, why don't you?

Don't show your ugly mugs!

The shock would sink our boat.

What's your problem, toss pot?

We haven't got a problem.

Have they finished scrubbing the paint from the 0|' chapel board?

Scrubbing? What would yous know about scrubbing,

you dirty bunch of knackers.

Does your mammy still wash her knickers In the kitchen sink?

She doesn't have a kitchen sink.

Then come on off to Carrickdowse, we'll lend you a bath!

A bath?

Does it have your rubber ducky in it, Gorilla?

Does your mammy still powder your burn, you big girl's blouse?

You what?

Gorilla's got a boulder!

He hasn't got the guts!

Yeah?

Get us out of here, quick!

Tomorrow after school at Murphy's Dunes,

you die, do you hear?

The whole flaming lot of you!

Chickens!

Chickens!

Sir's coming!

Sir, those are our toilets.

Is that so?

Two, four, six, eight! Who's the pillocks that we hate?

Ballys! Ballys! Ballys!

Two, four, five, six! Who's the boys that got 'em licked?

Carricks, Carricks, Carricks!

Two, four, six, eight! Who's the pillocks that we hate?

Ba||ys! Ballys! Ba||ys!

Two, four, five, six! Who's the boys that got 'em licked?

Carricks, Carricks, Carricks!

Two, four, six, eight! Who's the pillocks that we hate?

Ba||ys! Ballys! Ba||ys!

Two, four, five, six! Who's the boys that got 'em licked?

Carricks, Carricks, Carricks!

Two, four, six, eight! Who's the pillocks that we hate?

Ba||ys! Ballys! Ba||ys!

Yeah!

Is that it?

That's the best you can do?

Where's your mates? I thought you came for the fight?

Maybe their mammies wouldn't leave them out.

Who rattled your cage, Gorilla?

What's up? Haven't you had your bananas yet?

Well, chew on these and shut your face!

Big boy now?

You weren't so full-lipped on the bridge!

Belt up, monkey!

Belt up? Wait till I get down there and flatten you!

Watch out. It's a trap.

You're full of crap, ape head!

Go back up your tree, Gorilla!

Monkey! Monkey! Monkey!

I'll kill you! I tell you!

Gorilla, get back, you idiot!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Come on.

I'll kill you, you midgets!

I'll tear your heads off!

Wait till I catch you!

-You'll die! -Now!

Come on!

Charge!

Yeah!

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

Get out of here!

Come on, get back! Get over the hill!

What'll we do about Gorilla?

I'll kill you. Let me go!

Leave him. That'll teach him to obey my flamin' orders.

Up against the tree, lads!

Yeah!

Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!

Stand back!

Give us your knife, Tich.

What you're gonna do? Don't hurt me. I'll tell me Dad.

Well, now, me brave bully boy,

what shall we cut off first?

His ears.

His tongue.

His nose. Cut off his nose.

I think wee Con should have the right to choose.

His willy. Cut off his willy.

I'll tell the priest.

Not without a tongue, you won't.

What's it matter, bully boy...

Ears, nose, tongue...

If a fella keeps his pride?

And you, my fine brave boy,

have nothing to be proud about at all.

Go tell your daddy

and the priest and tell your mate Geronimo.

Tell them all what they'll get if they mess with the boys from Ballydowse.

Yeah!

You haven't seen the last of us!

Little Con, come here.

Hold out your hands.

Trophies from the battle of Murphy's Dunes.

Hooray!

Secondly, you need to be a citizen of the country in question.

Thirdly, you must have reached the ripe old age of 18.

God help us.

And fourthly,

your name must be on the electoral roll.

Tonight they've challenged. Jonjo brought a note.

Haven't they had enough?

We'll give them more. Tell the others.

Fergus.

Sir.

We're discussing democracy,

the civilized running of a civilized state.

Do you wish to take part, or are other considerations more pressing?

Yes, sir. No, sir.

I'm grateful.

Now, the four points necessary to qualify to vote,

name them.

A concerned citizenship, me bucko, freedom,

a condition you're favored to lose tonight

if you don't at least take the plunge.

Not tonight, sir. Another night?

Other nights don't fit the bill.

Have a go, man. Where's your fighting spirit?

Geography, sir. You've got to know your geography.

Does one no harm, Pat, to know your place in the world.

But that won't get you a vote.

You've got to belong to the country?

Which country?

Ireland, sir. You've got to be Irish.

Right on one. Now what else?

If he's kept in, we've had it.

Number two, could you have a vote, for instance?

'Cause you've still got no hairs on your burn.

What's that, Boffin?

Me, sir?

You have something to offer?

Connor, stay in after school.

No, sir!

You too, Fergus. Don't argue.

-Sir, it was me. -Then you too.

You live in a free country. Men died to make it so,

and, by God, I'll see you appreciate the fact.

Idiots! We're three light now.

Do you think we shouldn't go?

And let them think we've chickened out?

We've got to go.

Come on!

We'll catch up with you.

Where are you going?

|t's your brother.

Look at the state of him.

What's up with you?

There was loads of them, and all big fellas. Where were you?

-I knew I shouldn't never have come. -Where are the others?

I don't know. I'm going home.

Tell Mam you fell over, okay?

Stop your yelling.

What in hell happened to you?

There were hundreds of them, they were too strong.

You're joking. They're Carricks.

-Yeah, they beat the stuffing out of us. —Quit whinging.

What's 'fish done'?

Dead leg.

Leave him here. We'll pick him up on the way back. Come on.

Back?

Are you fit or not?

Yeah, but...

Riley?

I think...

Then come on!

Give up, you pillock! Surrender.

Come and get me!

You're going to have to come down sometime.

I'll have to pee sometime, and I know where I'll be aiming.

Fergus! Fergus!

Fergus is coming!

Brendan, Chick, keep him up there.

The rest of you, take cover.

Look out, Fergus! Don't...

Sorry.

Get him!

Fergus!

Don't worry, I'll be all right! Scram!

Bring him to that tree, lads.

Don't hurt me. Don't torture me.

I'll tell me Daddy.

Cut me mickey off, would ya?

Yeah.

That's enough.

He did it to me.

Okay, then... let's give this fella

a pig with the same snout.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Yeah!

-Push off! -Get back to Ballydowse!

Run off home to Mammy, toss pot!

And your daddy, if you ever find out who he is!

Shut your mouth!

Lay off.

And where the hell have you been?

Out gallivanting while I'm doing your chores?

Now, I warned you, boy, I'll have you sent.

Leave him eat.

You can talk about gallivanting?

I'm working, selling horses,

to buy the crust that he's shoving into his lazy gob.

Yeah, it's real hard work at those horse fairs.

Lifting pints is fierce tiring.

You do a deal and drink on it. That's the way.

If it was left to you, we would all be eating hay?

Now where were you, anyway, you little bastard?

Now look what you've done! You've ripped his bloody jacket!

It wasn't stitched properly.

Properly stitched? It was properly stitched until you grabbed him, you big ape!

-Don't you shout at me! -Now look what you've done!

Shut up!

I've got no buttons on nothing, nowhere.

No laces, no belt.

So quit yelling, the pair of you.

All me buttons are off.

And my tie's ripped to shreds.

And you're not made of money, so give me a good whipping and get it over with.

Who did this to you?

You tell me, or else.

If I told you, I'd only get the same, so get it over with.

Go easy on him, that will do no good.

Just tell him we'll send him to school naked. That'll teach him.

You're a fool, Fergus, do you know that?

And mainly to yourself.

Yes, sir.

You're asking for it, boyo.

I can't help myself, sir.

Something funny inside my head and it won't go.

- Have you, now? - It's not a brain, that's for sure.

You shut your face.

Well, maybe later we'll all share the joke.

Playtime. Out with the lot of you.

You too, Fergus.

Me, sir? Aren't I kept in?

Correct.

Wasn't that serious enough, sir?

What?

Laughing, sir, to be kept in.

-Do you want to be kept in? -No, sir.

Then keep your mouth shut.

What is it now?

I have to know something, sir.

What do you want to know?

What's serious and what's not.

What'll land me in trouble. It's important.

It's me daddy. He says he'll have me sent away.

Away?

Where to?

Just away.

He says he can get an order or something.

Well, he can't. Only a court.

And if you'd stop fooling about, do something constructive--

-I can fish, catch rabbits and hares. -Fergus.

You might be a big wee fella in Murphy's Dunes,

but round here, I'm the boss.

Here, I like to be respected, okay?

Just give me a bit of effort,

and I'll speak up for you if ever a way is on the cards.

Yes, sir.

By the way, what was the joke back there? I could do with a laugh.

I messed up me clothes a bit last night, sir,

and my mammy said she'd send me to school bare-assed.

I find that prospect more horrifying than amusing.

Yes, sir. It's just given me a funny idea.

What's up with him?

He's done his thumb.

-The Carricks? -Sort of.

-It was those buttons you gave him. -Shut up, will ya?

He hid them atop the toilet, slipped,

whole lot came down on him.

Don't worry, Little Con,

wait till you see what I've got for them next.

Jofijo!

No sign of peace talks yet.

Change of venue, somewhere we can give them a real surprise.

What's up? Too many dead bodies piled up at Murphy's Dunes?

Any sign?

No, only Tim. He's trapped up there in the stones.

Fergus and the rest have chickened out.

Chickened out?

Okay, surround the stones,

but keep a good lookout for the rest.

Here we are again, Tim boy.

On your own, are you?

Corning down this time, or do we drag you?

Ha. You couldn't drag a baby from its cradle.

Brendan, Chick, have every stitch off him.

The rest of you--

Charge!

Charge!

Stand your ground! Stand your ground!

Come back! Come back! Stand and fight!

Go on, lads! Get 'em! Go on, lads!

Yeah!

Get out of me way!

We'll get you back!

Now!

Shut up, will you?

I'm scratched and stung all over.

I knew I shouldn't never have come.

Quit whinging. We licked 'em, didn't we?

Yeah, with girls.

And what's wrong with girls?

Nothing. Just like to have known, that's all.

Prancing around stark naked's bad enough.

Having women laughing at you?

What's up? Ashamed of what you've got?

It's a free country.

I'm not fighting starkers again.

You can forget it.

Yeah. And I'm not losing no more buttons.

Some of us have got decent clothes, even if you haven't.

So you won't fight, is that it?

It's not our fault, Fergie.

Yeah, it's our parents. They'll kill us.

Kill us?

What's a few buttons off to you, laddie?

What's your shirts destroyed to you?

Nothing!

I'm the one that's getting sent away!

Ye can go to hell, the lot of you!

Fergus...

Fergus, what's wrong?

Go away.

Go away. Leave me alone.

Poblacht...

Dhaonfhlathach...

Riley!

Na h-éireann.

Give me that paper, Riley.

Paper, sir?

Yes, in the Irish...

Paper in your hand.

Did you not know it was there?

Here. We learn something every day. Sit down.

Fergus, did you write this?

Sir, I did.

Come up here.

Read aloud.

Sir?

Read it aloud.

"To find the money..."

"To buy buttons, shoelaces, ties and belts..."

"Everybody must..."

"Pay a tax of one pound a week."

Now...

Everybody, in best writing,

100 times...

In your native tongue.

Bugger off. The line's here.

What's up with you?

One pound a week, that's what.

Where am I gonna get one pound from?

Where do we all? We're all in the same boat.

A republic, yeah.

We're all not equal.

Some has money, and some don't, and I don't.

-I got none. -Me neither.

And I got none.

Okay, stand over there, all those who have money.

Those who don't, join Little Con in the jacks.

Why should the poor stand in the toilets?

Yeah, just because we're broke. It's not fair.

This isn't equality,

it's shaming those that have nothing.

All right then, swap over.

Those who can pay stand in there.

You're joking. I'm not paying good money to stand in the toilets. Forget it.

He's right. We can't all be equal if some pay and some don't.

-We're all equal if no one pays. -Yeah.

-No. Only when everybody pays the same. -Yeah.

Boffin, what's equality?

Having identical privileges, rights and status

in the eyes of society and the law.

Like the Amish in America.

Okay!

Okay, forget what you've got in your pockets now.

That doesn't count. We don't use it for the war. It's for our own things.

I haven't got nothing anywhere.

Me neither, but we've got to find ways to make money,

money for all of us to buy buttons and things for the war.

Boffin, is that equality?

Yeah, that's equality.

Yeah!

And all the stuff, when we get it,

where we gonna keep it?

In our HQ.

What's an HQ?

Ready? —Yep.

Open the doors!

Corning through! Watch your backs!

Where will I put this?

On the roof.

And make sure there's no leaks.

-|'m off on my rounds now. -Good luck. Good luck.

How many buckets?

Two and a bit.

Two buckets... That's two pounds.

And a bit... 20p.

That's £2.20.

Good luck!

See ya!

Where's he going?

How many have you got?

We can't find none.

What do you mean, you can't find none?

There was loads when I passed here this morning.

That was this morning.

What do you think they're eating, celery?

You have to be up at the crack of dawn to beat them lot.

Then get up. Fergus wants them tomorrow, or else.

Fox!

A fox!

They're worth a fortune.

Get it!

Fox!

Fox!

Get it!

Fox!

Fergus can go to hell!

Aren't I up at the crack already, milking our cows?

It's Sunday tomorrow.

Tell that to the flippin' cows.

I can't find them on my own.

Fergus! Fergus!

The boys are after a fox!

Get after it quick. See where it goes to ground.

Here! I got him here!

Right. We'll smoke him out.

Boffin, get some dry grass.

Pat, Con, get a long stick.

Little Con, bark.

-What? -Bark like a dog. You too, Tich, down the hole.

Boys, out of the way.

Go, Boffin!

Yeah!

Keep a-poking, Pat, keep a-poking.

I can feel him moving.

Yeah!

Take it out! It's here!

Yeah!

It's okay. It's dead.

It's a male.

Damn it.

Only half the price.

Pigs.

You pigs!

He was beautiful, and you killed him for money.

They're killers. They all are.

They kill for the fun of it.

Yeah, like you did.

All of you.

Fishy!

What happened?

Geronimo.

He said I looked too pleased with myself.

Who was supposed to be with him?

Where were you, Riley?

There wasn't any mushrooms.

The cattle had eaten them all.

You did good, Fishy. Thanks.

Sorry, Marie.

The devil himse|f's in me motor.

I'd be better off driving the entire contraption into the sea.

It's okay, Mr. Riley. No harm done.

If we have a table here, we can all get round for war councils and that.

-Yeah. -Where will we get a table?

We make it... planks, a few bricks. Easy.

Yeah, and an old tablecloth on it. It'll look great.

Yeah. But what'll we sit on?

Our burns, what do you think?

What we need is bits and pieces to make the place feel like a real HQ.

We've an old clock in the shed.

Doesn't go, but it'll look good.

We got a picture of Mammy and Daddy when they married.

-No, we don't! -Yes, we do, above your--

We don't want that. This is our place. No adults.

-Yeah. -Right.

A place for the treasure.

Didn't I tell you our Marie was great?

Right. Nobody touch anything till Boffin's made a list.

An inventory.

That.

Let's have a look first.

No! Riley... You don't touch, you don't see.

You did nothing for it. You get nothing from it.

How much did he cost us?

2.50, easy.

Right, lads. Take him outside.

-What? —You heard!

Come back when you've earned your bit.

This isn't a democracy. This isn't a republic.

Get lost!

Go home, Riley.

Clear out.

The whole lot of you can go to hell!

Long live the king!

It's a queen nowadays, you moron!

Then God save the queen! Balls to Ballydowse!

What's he done?

Nothing. That's just the point.

Yeah, except he let Fishy get bashed by the Carricks.

Aye, but don't worry, Fishy.

- We'll get them back, won't we? - Yeah!

Yeah!

Charge!

Yeah!

Charge!

Take aim!

Fire!

Take aim!

Fire!

Fall back!

Fall back!

Take aim!

Fire!

Hold it. Wait.

They're surrendering.

Don't you believe it.

What's your game?

Truce.

We've a casualty here.

-|t's a trap. Must be. -Shut up.

Okay, bring him out!

A truce?

A truce.

Look what your flamin' catapults did.

One of you monkeys fired a stone.

It's maybe broken its leg.

You broke it, you mean!

-We don't fire at rabbits. -Only at you, mockheads.

We'll make him a splint.

Do you know how?

I did it on a pup once. He's young, and he's got a good chance.

It would be great if you could.

-Cut me a twig. -Willie.

Want to use my laces?

No, yours are leather. Mine's string.

Riley.

What are you doing here?

I thought Fergus kicked you out.

No, it's okay. He let me back in.

I was in the fight, but I hurt my leg.

-He sent me back to get it looked at. -Looked at?

Yeah, I'm injured.

Okay.

Sit down. I'll have a look at it for you.

Now... Where does it hurt?

Me ankle.

It's great being here on our own. Isn't it, Marie?

Go on. Get out, Riley.

Why? What's wrong?

You're not injured. You're just a big kid.

Big kid? And what's Fergus and the rest, Playing house like a pack of girls.

Get out of my sight. You're pathetic.

You'll look pathetic when I tell the Master.

You wouldn't dare.

We'll see.

Get out.

Okay, what now?

What's the time?

It's ten past 8:00.

It's a bit late. We ought to be getting back.

Right, lads, back off, but keep your guard up.

We don't trust this lot an inch.

What was that? Was it us waving the white flag surrendering?

It was a truce, muttonhead. Watch 'em!

A truce? You're all talk.

What's up, scared of another hammering?

That's funny. I can't remember the first one.

Yeah, and how about your da?

Maybe you're scared he'll give you one,

when I send you home in shreds.

What was that?

Right, we'll sort this out once and for all. Saturday.

And this time to the bloody death.

Yeah!

The great battle of Kinsale

had been a disaster for the huge Spanish army,

who'd come to help the Irish

in the fight against their common enemy...

Elizabeth.

The O'Drisco||s,

the great clan of these parts,

had lent their castles to the Spanish

in exchange for fresh cannon and ammunition.

Buttons.

Buttons.

Did you say something, Riley?

I said buttons, sir. That's all.

With regard to what?

Nothing, sir.

Button it, or I'll button it for you.

Yes, sir.

And now, to their horror,

the O'Drisco||s realized

that their defeated allies

were bent on handing the castles over to the enemy

as part of their grubby terms of surrender.

- The O'Drisco||s would have none of this. - Yes...

And led by the chief of the clan,

they set about retrieving their homes and honor.

So Bunduff, their main castle, was besieged,

and the Spaniards thrown out.

But the victorious O'Driscolls' joy was short-lived.

And I'll tell you about that next week.

Have a good weekend.

Maybe they won't come.

They'll come.

They're here! The Ballys are here!

Blarney!

Quiet!

Yeah!

Would you look at that? He's got himself a horse.

You can give up now, and we let you home.

If you shout, "Ba||ydowse is the best

-and will be to the end of the world!" -Yeah!

You're all blather!

Come up here and get us if you dare,

and we'll show you who's best.

Yay!

All right, then, to the death!

Prepare for an attack!

Just keep them down there! We're relying on you.

For England and Saint George?

Shut up, will ya?

You ready, me buckos?

Yeah!

For Ballydowse and Ireland!

Charge!

Fire!

Fire!

Charge!

Come on! Get 'em!

Charge!

Fire at will!

Empty the buckets!

Pull them up the stairs!

Go, go get them!

Come on, boys, get 'em!

Get back out there!

You'll never get me, Fergie!

Gorilla!

Get 'em, Tich!

Charge!

Come on, Boffin boy!

Fergus, help me!

Go on! Go on! Go on!

Come on, now, let's give it to them!

Get over!

Geronimo!

Give us your knife, Pat.

They've got Geronimo! Geronimo!

Ballys forever!

Get out of here!

Carrickdowse.

How are you, Mick? How's it going?

Cyril.

Shift yourself.

Shift yourself.

- You well? - Not bad, not bad.

- Where you off to? - I'm off to town.

Hi, Geronimo.

It's Jerome to you.

I meant to pick up the Hoover. Blew up last week. Yourself?

I'm going in to pay off the new tractor.

It stuck to the hairs in me head, God help me,

but she's worth it, every penny.

Paid up today.

Quiet, everyone!

Boffin will make the opening speech.

Now our battle's won and, what fun to see the Carricks on the run.

On Murphy's Dunes, Gleniff as well,

and Bunduff too, it's true to tell,

we send 'em packing back to hell.

Yay!

So here's to Fergus and Marie,

Fat Pat, Fishy, Tim and me,

'fish and Peter,

Cons big and small,

-and all who answered the Ballys' call... -Yeah...

So gather round and we'll rejoice

and sing of victory in one loud voice.

And of times to come when we recall,

with the help of these trophies on the wall,

the boys of Bally, heroes all.

Right! A toast to the siege of Bunduff Castle.

Where we made the Carricks puddle in their own shite.

Hey, language! We're not like them.

One, two, three!

Come on, Marie.

Go on, Marie!

Go on, Marie!

Where are you going?

I'll be ten minutes, Dad. I'm checking the oil.

Kids nowadays? Technological geniuses.

He's a great mechanic. Brilliant with his hands.

Isn't that a Carrick boy that just jumped on?

Yeah.

Yahoo! Go on, Helen, show 'em.

Show us how to dance! Whoo-hoo!

Go on up there, Helen!

Quiet!

It's only a tractor.

Somebody plowing.

On a Sunday?

In the woods?

-It is a tractor. -Whose is it?

Can't see. It's blue.

Who's got a blue tractor?

-Flaming Hank Riley! -What?

His dad bought a new one yesterday!

Showed it to me daddy. Proud as punch.

What color was it?

Blue, and Riley's riding on the back of it.

Beats your horse, Fergus?

Beats your flaming horse!

He made me do it.

Made me give him the keys.

My dad's new tractor.

The tractor!

What am I going to do?

I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya!

Get up!

Look at it!

You've destroyed our house!

We worked for it, built it ourselves.

And you made us run.

Helped a Garrick and made us run.

They'll laugh at us till the end of the world.

Stick a needle in his eyes!

Make him eat horse crap!

Burn him! Burn the traitor's feet!

Yeah!

Take off your clothes.

Please.

Take them off, all of them!

You betrayed us,

betrayed us all.

Please. Please, don't torture me.

We won't touch you. Burn them.

Now get off home.

We'll let your daddy do the hurting.

Come out!

Come out, the lot of you!

Come out!

Come out,

the lot of yous!

Don't be shy!

Come out and see what your brave boys have done.

All of them... hooHgans!

Animals!

Drunk!

They stripped him

and tortured him!

And wrecked my new tractor!

Well, I'm telling yous all now, I'm warning yous.

Expect a letter, legal proceedings are underway.

And I intend to sue every last one of you

for every penny you've got!

Didn't I tell you it was that boy Fergus?

He's the bloody ringleader.

And it's always the poor parents who have to suffer.

Keep your heads up, lads.

- Remember, we won the war, didn't we? - Yeah.

What do you think they'll do to us?

Who cares?

Maybe he hasn't told them.

He'd have to. He didn't have any clothes on.

What do we do now?

Little Con, you go first with Tich.

You're only kids. They won't blame you.

I'm not going.

We'll all go together.

Get it over with, okay, Fergus?

No. They'll send me away.

After what he'll have said we've done, I won't stand a chance.

We didn't do anything.

You think they'll believe that?

He's right. Come on, Marie.

But where will you go?

Somewhere where they won't find me.

Good luck.

I'll be okay.

-Bye, Fergus. -Bye, Fergus.

Little Con, you lead us in.

Me?

Had a good hiding, has he?

What does it look like?

I should bloody hope so.

Deserves to be put away, if you ask me.

Who's asking you?

What about your kids, running around like animals and tearing up good clothes?

Typical Ballydowse. Always a bunch of maniacs.

Maniacs? Maniacs, is it?

Whose little bastard did I see climbing into me tractor,

and leading my kid astray?

Don't call my kid a bastard.

Okay, then a shite. How does that suit you? Shite.

Tear your tongue out, ya little runt, ya, the whole lot of yous.

Don't make me laugh.

I could lick you when I was a kid, and I can lick you now.

For God's sake, fellas, calm down.

It's this kid Fergus' fault.

Didn't he start the whole bloody thing?

Right. Let's go and find him there,

before he has the whole place destroyed.

It's your kid we're talking about.

He's out there running wild.

So was this horse.

It's drowned in sweat.

I'll be lucky to fight the chill of Eire from it, it'll cost me a bloody fortune.

To hell with the horse.

What about your son?

It's late, he's on his own. What are you gonna do about it?

That's where you've got it wrong, teacher.

He's no son of mine.

Ask her whose he is.

It doesn't matter whose brat he is.

He's got to be found and stopped before he kills someone stone dead.

Don't be so melodramatic. He's a kid.

If you do get him, you hammer him,

then shove him off somewhere,

where he'll do no more harm to neither man nor beast.

Sergeant, you seen my young fella?

Fergus, come out! Come out now!

Fergus, come out now.

Fergus!

Fergus!

All mended now, pal.

What are you doing?

I saw the smoke. I'm on the run too.

They think I stole the tractor.

I thought Riley gave you the keys?

He told them I made him do it.

And they believed him? Typical.

Do you want some?

Sorry about the house.

Forget it.

It was a great idea, the tractor.

Better than a horse.

Recognize him?

He healed a treat.

That's good.

Why did we do it?

What?

Why did we fight?

For the hell of it. What else is there?

Let's go back and face them.

We can take them on together.

I can't. They'd send me away for certain.

I'll stick up for you.

What I did was worse than you.

They haven't got a clue. I'll tell them.

That's your Tim.

It's the police. They must have followed you here.

They've come to take me away. Thanks a bundle.

Fergus! No, Fergus!

Fergus, come back!

Fergus!

Stay where you are!

Stay exactly where you are!

There they are!

Mother of God!

Geronimo!

Stay where you are!

Stay exactly where you are!

Don't endanger yourself!

Stay put!

Get that chopper out of here!

It'll blow them off!

Mikey!

Mikey, get away from them.

Fergus!

Fergus! Help me!

Hold on!

Let go.

I can't.

Let go. I've got you.

It's all right. You're safe now.

I've got you, okay?

Yeah.

It's not too bad.

There's even a space for your pictures.

Look, it won't be too long till I sort out this mess and get you out of here.

Just don't do anything stupid. I'm counting on you.

Yes, sir.

Well, don't just say it, do it.

By the Way,

Marie asked me to give you this.

Right, I'm off.

In you go.

Take the bed next to him, and find yourself an empty locker.

All right, Fergus.

What are you here for?

Same as you, nothing.

Hey!

You think you're a couple of hard men?

Well, if needs be, I'm a hard man.

Understand?

What have you got there?

None of your business.

So they didn't believe you?

Believe what?

That Riley took the tractor.

Well, I don't know. I never told them.

You never told them, why not?

What, and let that little rat get all the credit?

You must be joking.

Geronimo, you know what you are, don't you?

No, what's that?

A toss pot. A real toss pot.

Hey!

Hey!

And so ended the War of the Buttons.

And what of these brave boys?

Well, one became my husband,

and the other's our oldest friend.

But I'm not going to tell you which is which.