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It's interesting to talk about the derby...

But Martic is moving in several directions...

But it will soon become clearer...

Let's go to the next star.

This is Belfast area radio on 1026 AM...

Marcella! Marcella!

RETRIBUTION FOR SIN IS DEATH

- Hi, Cal! How are you? - Is my father there?

Shamie! Shammie! Cal is here!

Any cigarettes, dad? Any cigarettes?

Thanks Dad. Until later.

- Hi, Cal. - How are you, Artie?

What are you doing with yourself at this time?

I treat myself well.

I see you're looking for neurosurgeons.

- Do you need experience? - No.

Come on, it's freezing.

Damn it!

- Do you know her? - No.

That one was powerful.

Totally dangerous. Nothing like a good mystery.

- How are you doing here? - Oh, that's great.

I just need to get used to it a little.

You'll get used to it. Good luck, Marcella.

- It looks like it's going to rain. - Yeah, Cal. It seems so.

- Is she new here? - It's Marcella Morton.

She lives on Magheragall Street.

Do you know the police officer who was shot last year?

No luck... mixed marriage.

- She's one of ours. - Better that way.

- It's the last Saturday in August. - Damn fanatics!

See Cyril Dunlop. He's in every parade.

No Protestant will drive me away! Just dead.

- Dad.. - No waste, I don't want it.

It makes the milk taste fun.

Oh my!

- How is it going? - Good.

- It takes time to get used to. - But get used to it. Good luck.

McCluskey.

Thank you, Mr. McCluskey.

Isn't that McCluskey?

- Jesus, Cal, where were you? - Outside.

He sits in his damn room all summer.

On the day it rains, he decides to go for a walk.

Your dinner is ruined!

Why didn't he put on a cape before leaving?

It gets in the way of everything you have to do.

Crilly wants to see him.

- Can you borrow the van? - I think so.

I don't like you walking around with him.

I'm still choked up that he took your job.

You and your weak stomach.

And your dinner?

- How are you? - Hello.

- And you, how are you, Cal? - All good.

- And your father? - Excellent.

Good. Good, good, good.

Did you hear that two volunteers were laid off yesterday?

We are losing a lot of good people.

That's why we wanted to see it. We need a driver.

Cal, it's very quiet. Something wrong?

I want to get out.

But it's not even in, damn it!

This word again.

I'm in enough to want to get out.

I don't have the stomach.

This makes things very difficult.

If it's just for funds, just once, get another one.

- What a boy, Cal! - Good man.

- Can I see your bag? - Here, sir, please.

I hope you're not superstitious.

What the hell! This is very bad.

- Allow me. Where? - Right down here. Grateful.

- Play guitar? - Forgiveness?

Long nails.

In one hand they are long, in the other they are not.

Is here.

Thank you very much.

- Do you work at the library? - Yes.

It must be nice and warm... working inside.

See you later.

Let's burn it, McCluskey!

GET OUT CATHOLIC RABBIT OR WE'LL SET YOU ON FIRE

Shammie! Hey Shamie!

Bastards!

Good old Crilly, I don't like him.

- Shall we fill the bathtub? - Just in case.

Don't put the blanket inside. It's difficult to dry.

If this continues... I'm going to buy a fire extinguisher!

Lime?

The door is locked?

Whispering in our own home!

Put this on, it will freeze!

Linen is cold.

It's been quiet these days, Cal.

- What's? - Anything.

- He stays locked in his room... - A job would help.

He shouldn't have left the slaughterhouse.

That stinks, dad!

He would have gotten used to it. They employ few Catholics.

- Crilly is Catholic. -He's not my son.

Smoke his.

Do you think we should get out of here?

England?

It's rotten to the core.

I crossed the water a few years ago.

Away from your mother.

- Remember this? - Vaguely.

Lime! Lime!

- Why didn't you wake me up? - I woke up.

I'll take the van to Magheragall.

It will never arrive.

Did you sleep well... after that?

Once or twice.

- They go. The mass is over. - Thank the Lord.

He said we could get it almost for free.

He says he's on the way. We're doing you a favor.

Does he have a buyer in mind?

Oh Jesus! Father!

- And it still stinks! - Get going!

- How are you doing? - Good.

Good luck, Marcella.

It's Marcella Morton. She lives on Magheragall Street.

Married to the police officer who was shot last year.

Do you need firewood?

- How much? -50 pounds sterling?

- Are they dry? - They will dry out if spread out.

They won't fit in the barn. Can you crack them?

- Easily. - It's very kind.

I take everything.

- I didn't say I would do it. - I stay, just like that.

Get lost! Get lost!

- Who did this to you? - I don't know.

- How many were there? - Three.

Ordinary savages!

- Well, what do you want? - I need to split the wood.

- What is your name? -Cal McCluskey.

McCluskey? Does your father work at the slaughterhouse?

Is he Shamie's son?

If everyone was like Shamie, there would be less trouble.

I'm trying to tire her out before she goes to bed.

- It's a beautiful night. - Oh yeah.

Did she get home okay the other day?

- Forgiveness? - With shopping.

- Oh, yes, it's you! - Yes.

I arrived. Thanks again.

She was terrible that week.

It was my first week back at work.

Well, I think I'd better take her to bed.

It was a pleasure to see you again.

Lucy! Lucy? Where are you?

Come in, let's go.

Take off your boots.

- It's dry work. - Yes it is.

- What do you do? - No. I'm unemployed.

We'll harvest the day after tomorrow, if you're interested.

- We start at eight. - Excellent.

Half past seven on the corner of the post office.

Excellent.

Thanks for the drink.

Excuse me for a minute.

Jesus, they won't sell any ice cream at this rate.

These bags will never run out, will they?

Let them eat them.

Lucy?

Are they going to sit there all day?

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Wait in the back.

- Thanks. - All the best.

We still have a vacancy. Do you want a job?

It can start on Monday. Mr. Dunlop sees it for you.

What are you and that guy up to?

He wants to see you again.

- Why did it take so long? - It was nothing.

- Everything on top. - Shit!

Don't seem so sure of yourself.

- Is your father there? - Hey, dad, it's for you.

Oh, it's you, Crilly.

He didn't notice that he left before eleven.

OK.

Otherwise, I'll break your legs...

If I don't break it, someone else will break it.

- Are you using wooden legs? - This is yours.

- I don't want. - I loaded it just in case.

- I would only shoot myself. - We won't use them.

Go a little faster.

Is here.

- Did you check everything? - Twice, this week.

Keep the engine running.

- Like me? - Not a lot.

Let's go! Let's go! You big bastard.

- It helped! - What?

The damn photo! What happened to the women?

I made them lie down on the floor.

Jesus Christ! I thought I killed them!

It was a piece of cake. They trembled in their high shoes.

She couldn't put it on quickly. He had to see her.

"Which side is it this time?" And I say...

"Do you think you would work for the other side?"

Come in, boys.

Let's go to the pub.

No. Serve him a drink here.

I want you to meet my father, Cal.

This is the man I told you so much about, Cal.

Now sit down, father.

Dad told a story about crossing the barrier today.

The transistor is weakening.

Would you like whiskey, Cal? Some water?

Dad went down to get batteries.

And you, dad?

We caught them outside the security gates...

and the young Brit searched them. "What's that?"...

asks the Brit. The father says: "Batteries."

In the greatest coldness. “You can go,” says the Brit.

There could be a bomb in the coat...

and they would let him pass.

I'm a teacher, Cal.

I know the kind of guys who join the army.

The idiots, the psychopaths...

The class of people who shouldn't be given weapons.

Daddy can make a lot of noise when he starts.

Remember the story of Dev on O'Connor Street?

Yes absolutely yes.

Don't notice. He is very punctual when it comes to bedtime.

Wisdom to her grave.

Cal, do you feel better after tonight?

No.

Not acting is acting.

Doing nothing keeps the British here.

Poor Father Pierce, no?

"Were my sons faithful and refused to fight?"

But it's not like 1916.

It wasn't like 1916 in 1916.

He says he doesn't know anything.

I was in Derry the day the British army...

murdered 13 of my countrymen.

Your countrymen. They hid us behind a wall.

There was an old man lying in the open.

One of his shoes had come off.

Did you know, Cal? There was a hole in his sock.

Will this go into the history books?

I heard him die, Cal.

I saw his blood on the paving stones.

Then a priest came to give him Extreme Unction.

And we are all Irish living in our country.

They are the invaders.

Shall we count the money?

Hey McCluskey! If you're going to come, come!

You're lucky to have that job.

- We have few of your type. - My type?

Understand what I say.

I have nothing against Catholics.

It's the religion I hate.

- Is that you, Cyril? - How are you?

I didn't recognize the car. Okay, go ahead.

- Have I seen him around here? - Yes.

Do you read a lot?

It's part of our job to encourage the public.

I know, my lips move.

What kinds of things do you like to read?

I don't know... a lot of things.

- Do you like romance novels? - No.

I wanted to be like you. I could start everything over again.

They're... they're playing our music.

Is my father in there?! Did you see my father?!

Thank God. Thank God.

I thought you were in the room.

Are you well?

I'm ashamed... ashamed...

- Bastards! - As long as Cal is okay.

Leave the trouble at home.

- Stay in my bed, Shamie. - That'll do.

I suppose tea wouldn't be a bad idea.

- Are we insured? - Not for years.

Not since your mother died.

- I can not stay here. - Where you go?

Did you tell anyone about my work? Crilly?

- No. - Please don't tell.

If they look for me, tell them I'm gone.

To England, perhaps.

- It has problems? - One day I'll tell you. OK?

- I didn't expect to see you. - So, did you know?

- What there was? - They burned our house.

There are bad guys on both sides.

Thanks.

- You come? - No. I'll stay with a friend.

He's coming to get me. The same in the morning.

Okay, whatever you want.

Why are you here?

- Why are you here? - I work here.

Get him out of here!

Hands up, mate!

- But I know him. - He says he works here.

He is right. It works. No, it's okay, it's known.

Why didn't he tell us about the fire?

I can pay you now.

The army said we have to lay bricks.

A security risk! For your cause!

Where are you going now?

You can sleep on the front sofa.

It's tomorrow?

It's Marcella's idea.

The army cannot prevent you from being our tenant.

- I won't charge rent. - I pay.

If he paid, he could complain, not like this.

- He will go when I tell him to. - I'll pay somehow.

Don't worry. I charge for work.

Marcella is off tomorrow. Will take care of you.

I remember playing house as a child.

- Where was? - Portstewart.

My parents had an ice cream shop. They are Italians.

I went back there this summer, with Lucy.

Gives a nice tan.

Yes. I had to move away.

Oh God. It's Robert's stuff.

Did you hear what they did to my husband?

I am really sorry.

Did he lose everything?

Take these from here.

Maybe you don't like using a dead person's things.

No... that's not it.

Take and bring your shirts so I can wash them.

This iron is very hot.

Do you still fold your shirts like that?

There you are. Here, everything is ready.

They're still hot, you did a good job.

I had to get out of that house!

That cough!

I must have been a terrible nurse!

May God help. It would have been better if he had died.

Can I help you?

I'm used to it, you know? I only cry because of me.

They are not my responsibility. I just want to get out of there.

Why don't you leave? I wish I could help her.

Sorry.

Would you like a ride to Mass on Sunday?

How is the intruder?

- I? - And who else?

Did you hear the news?

They started again.

Damn country!

Sometimes I think Hitler had the right idea.

What's?

Lime...

How are things?

I don't know if I'm coming or going.

How long has it been like this?

From the house.

- He didn't see a doctor? -He says he's not sick.

Shamie, go to the doctor. It's free.

I know what he would say. "Get out of this."

- Say you're depressed. - And aren't they all?

How are you at work?

I don't have my heart in it, son.

Two men looked for him.

One was the teacher. Good guy.

- How have you been? - Not bad.

The blackberries are gone.

Mr. Morton has to go to the hospital... Belfast.

He's in bad shape. She goes with him.

See you later.

You are...

a... good... boy...

I'll leave early. You lock.

I have the house to myself. I'll give her a deal.

Do you like Italian food?

Why do not you come? Around eight.

I'll make sausages and beans. And real spaghetti.

I'll be with you soon.

Can I prepare the table?

You don't think we're going to eat here, do you?

Bite. Let it fall.

- Isn't that Robert's tie? - Like everything else.

- Scaloppine di Vitello. - For God!

- It's veal. - Veal?

I know, isn't it terrible of us?

Do you know what they do when the calf is too big to be born?

Please, not now! Have more wine.

It's good to have you here, without them.

It makes me feel alive to receive.

When you want.

I feel isolated here.

Only Robert's friends show up.

- It wasn't my idea. - What?

The photo... my mother wanted it.

I never went to the tomb.

- Do you have many friends, Cal? - No.

At school it was different.

Yes, it's more intense. We had this test...

"Would you die for him?"

Did you hear about Maria Goretti?

At age 12, a man threatened to kill her...

if he didn't let her rape. She was stabbed.

The most incredible thing was that, in her canonization...

the man who killed her, communed with her mother.

I find it surprising to have so much forgiveness within you.

We cried because of this.

We thought it was her mother who should be sanctified.

- No... Cal. We can not. - Why not?

Be sensitive!

The vet puts wires inside the cow and cuts them...

before they are born. They are born in pieces.

You must know these things.

You're being childish!

Please, Cal. Be my friend.

Don't be unhappy.

Lime...

I am really sorry.

I feel bad for hurting him the other night.

You forgive me?

See what he brought to keep us warm.

We can prepare a punch. I even brought cloves.

I can enter?

Yes.

I'm glad you pushed me away.

- Why? - Because we have this now.

Would you die for me?

- Shit! - Marcella!

Go! Go! Go quickly.

Burn, you bastard, burn!

Come! Come!

Come!

Dance! Be seen!

It was good?

Possibly.

Did you love him?

Robert? There was a time.

And continued living with him?

By God... I still live with his family.

You didn't even like him?

In the end, no. Not a lot.

He lied, Cal. All the time.

It was cool sometimes. We once had a bad fight.

He ran into the garden and brought me dandelions.

And then, sometimes...

Oh sorry. I am really sorry.

I would like to buy a perfume. Please.

We have these and these.

- How is this one? - All are good.

I carry. How much is it?

3.99 lbs.

- I need something for my father. - Beard lotion?

I have these here, or this 5 Lb one.

I carry.

It's 8.99 Lb. Do you want it wrapped?

No way.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

...for redemption, for transgressions committed to...

divine promise. And those who are called...

will be able to receive an eternal inheritance...

according to the promise.

For a will is only valid when men die.

8.60 Lb please.

Thanks.

Well... look what the cat dragged.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm not as dumb as I look.

Oh Jesus!

Skeffington would like a word.

I do not care. Why a bookstore?

And why not? We look for him everywhere.

I need to see my father first.

- Didn't anyone tell you? - What?

Oh, Jesus! They took Shamie away to the asylum.

- What? - I know it's hard.

Did you hear about Skeffington's father?

He was hit by a car.

The bastard was only 16.

He fractured his skull and broke both legs.

- Where's Shamie? - Derry, I believe.

Skeffington wants the boy to serve as an example.

I've never cut knees before, but he wants me to.

He says "I want to see with my eyes."

I don't want this bastard to walk again.

Get the material from the slaughterhouse. Cut both knees.

And his face will be on the floor, screaming like a pig.

With old Skeffington sitting on his head.

Stupid.

They will track you.

Jesus!

- How it was? - Easy.

To Plantation road.

We have a problem in common, Cal. Our parents.

Why didn't you say where you were?

I want to leave.

I just told you about your friend.

I tried to keep him in the right mood.

It was his idea to use a cow gun. They'll find out.

It's unlikely.

Cal is no longer on our side.

Where is he staying? To get in touch.

Is the price of leaving to stay?

Cal, think about issues, not people.

- What if I say no? - It's not a joke.

Jesus, the British!

Take it easy. Do not panic.

Is it your car? Can I see the license?

- Where does it come from? - From the city. I visited friends.

- Where? - In Cookstown.

- Run! - Are you crazy?

We're dead if they search us. Go!

No!

Christ!

Christ, this is a lost cause!

Wait, McCluskey! Filthy bastard.

You won't get away with this!

What it was? What happened?

- It doesn't matter. - He's injured.

- Look... - Do you want to come in, Cal?

No no. I have to go.

It has problems?

This one's for Lucy.

Don't notice the paper.

I had something for you, but... it got lost.

And something else.

I would die for you.

Remember she asked me if I had done...

something bad?

I did.

- A while ago... a year ago. - No no.

I want to tell you...

but I can not.

Remember this. Remember this.

We're here to make an arrest, Mrs. Morton.

He was our colleague, you bastard!

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