"Our day will come!" "Our day will come!" "In the name of God, put me down!" "Dominic's free!" "He's home!" "He's back!" "We'd better go and get this over and done with." "There's no other way." "What else have they been listening to?" "Look!" "Television." "That's what makes progress." "It's alright for you, in Wales." "You're in danger of forgetting what it's all about." "I suppose you're off now?" "I'll be seeing you." "It's a question of getting on with it." "I'm away now." "Look after yourself, Dominic." "Donal!" "How are you?" "Fine." "What can I say?" "You're a good lad, Dominic." "We'll get down to business later, OK?" "Alright, Donal." "Goodbye for now." "Are you OK?" "Yes." "You don't meet someone like Dominic every day... ..nor a community like this." "We have to go." "The Dun Laoghaire ferry leaves in three hours." "Come on, or we'll be here all night." "What has pacifism ever done for Wales?" "The Irish struggle for full independence... ..should inspire the Welsh." "Look how far we've had to go." "but it's a price worth paying." "Wales and Ireland - one struggle!" "You all know our next speaker." "Kevin McCarthy." "Go home!" "The aim is just." "The force of history sweeps all before it." "It will come, it will come." "The day when Ireland will be united." "The IRA, the government and the Loyalists... ..are guilty of committing atrocities in Northern Ireland." "Only the government can break the deadlock." "At least the IRA has taken a step." "Are you, the British, ready to respond?" "I'm going to have a baby!" "I'm going to be a dad!" "Does this mean you'll marry me?" "Marry you?" "No way, doll." "Won't you, indeed?" "OK!" "Alright, I'll marry you!" "Where will we live?" "Why must you spoil everything?" "You know full well we'll argue about it." "I don't want to go back to Belfast." "I don't want to raise my family here." "You've no idea what it's like to be a child in Belfast." "No idea!" "At least you grew up among people who put themselves on the line." "Aye." "My father's dead and so is Dominic." "There's plenty worth fighting for in Wales, too, Branwen." "I really want to do something!" "How many Welsh people are willing to fight for their country?" "Alright, Kevin." "You can stay here, for the time being... ..but only if you behave yourself." "What will you tell your father?" "You're so conventional, Kev!" "The sooner you get married, the better." "Before it starts to show, you mean?" "No!" "That doesn't matter as long as you're happy and want the child." "Aren't you going to read the Riot Act?" "I'm pregnant!" "Would it make you feel better?" "We're going to have a chapel wedding" "That's a decision for the individual these days." "That's a poor advert for religion, Dad!" "You're the Christian!" "Kevin is a very special boy." "But...?" "This isn't a criticism of Kevin." "I'm concerned about the influence he has on you." "He insists we live in Aber." "Very wise." "Your brothers will be delighted to hear you're getting married." "Even Mathonwy?" "A cup of tea, Branwen?" "Coffee, Dad!" "Black, no sugar." "God, Father, who blessed the marriage at Cana... ..through the presence of your son, Jesus Christ." "Bless the marriage of Branwen and Kevin... ..and family and friends, from near and far, gathered here today." "We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ..." "Are they married, yet?" "I don't know!" "He died on the Cross to save us all." "Amen." "Almost finished now." "May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ... ..and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit..." "..be with you all, now and forever more." "Amen." "In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost." "Amen." "Poor Mr Roberts." "I'm sure he never imagined..." "He'd see papists in his chapel?" "No." "Her!" "He's always been lenient with the Lord's word." "I'm glad someone has brought a touch of class to this town." "This marquee's a great idea." "Drink?" "Snowball, please." "Have you seen that?" "No talk, no action!" "No, it's not a real sacrament, what's been done today." "You know that, Eilish... ..but it's a public commitment." "Ha!" "Commitment?" "Don't you wish you had one like the new Mrs McCarthy, Ciaran?" "New blood's good for families like our's, with traditions and sacrifices." "And another wee Republican on the way!" "Come on, Paddy." "Thanks, Ciaran." "We'll miss you Kevin, but I'm glad you're getting out." "You're not?" "I put my hand to the plough." "There's no looking back." "Mrs Parry!" "It feels like yesterday when you were a little girl." "Kevin!" "So, you'll be living in Aberystwyth?" "Yes." "Excuse me." "Peredur!" "Peredur!" "It's men like you who give ministers' sons a bad name." "Hey, it looks great!" "Dad is going to rest in his study." "Shall I make you a cup of tea, Dad?" "Yes, please." "Dad, Mathonwy's not my real brother, is he?" "Dad, Mathonwy has lost both his mothers, hasn't he?" "Don't worry, Mathonwy." "We'll look after you." "We're your family, now." "Where has Mam gone?" "There's no sign of Mathonwy." "He was invited." "It was his decision not to come." "We played make-believe weddings when we were young." "We'd pester Peredur to be minister." "but he'd get bored!" "Math took it seriously and once said... .."I'll marry you, Bran, if no-one else wants you."" "I wish he were here." "Is your whole family here today, Kevin?" "Kevin's father and brother are dead." "Dominic, his brother was a soldier... ..in the Irish Republican Army." "The IRA." "The British Army killed Kevin's father accidentally... ..whilst searching his house." "Is she telling our business, Seamus?" "Excuse me." "Mathonwy!" "Won't you join us?" "You'll be an uncle by Christmas." "Brilliant cover, McCarthy." "Marry a minister's daughter and await instructions." "Great!" "I have no quarrel with you." "Leave my family alone!" "Branwen and I are family now." "Mathonwy, you came!" "I wanted to see if you'd take it this far." "You're sick!" "Come on, they're waiting for us." "Ladies and gentlemen!" "A toast to the happy couple." "Branwen and Kevin." "Long life and lots of babies!" "It's a bloody soldier!" "I refuse to stay here!" "We've been over this, Branwen." "I see the head!" "That's good." "One more!" "That's right." "Come on, Branwen." "A big push, now!" "Yes, it's out!" "A brand new wee man." "Have you a name for him?" "Gwyn." "We're calling him Gwyn." "Belfast is very similar to Liverpool..." "..at first sight." "Do you regret coming back here?" "I had no choice." "Branwen is very happy working for the language." "And how's Gwyn?" "He's fine." "He'll be talking soon." "How do they take to being taught Irish by a Welsh woman?" "They don't think of me as Welsh." "Oh, here he is." "Isn't he wonderful!" "Little King of Ireland." "We've solved the problem for Sunday." "I've found a spiritual home from home for Dad." "There was no need to go to any trouble." "After all, I'm on holiday." "Yes." "But you're the believer here, Dad." "I haven't seen much of you recently, Kevin." "We'll see you at the memorial service." "Aye." "What's the hurry?" "Come on." "Do you mind if we have a chat in private?" "Could you arrange to be out of the house between 6 and 7 tonight?" "No way." "I told you." "I don't want to be involved." "Anyway." "Branwen's Dad is staying with us." "Dad won't be there between 6 and 7." "He's religious, Brian." "That's grand, Kevin." "That's OK, then." "Isn't it?" "Thanks for your help, Branwen." "God is not mocked." "He is not fooled by talk of "sincere error"... ..or "force of circumstance"." "One!" "And one alone is God." "One Saviour, one Lord and one Truth." "Lord Jesus, dragged before Pilate, a puppet of political compromise." "The Lord Jesus said: "Whoever stands for truth listens to my voice."" "Pilate." "There's a man who avoided the issue." "He had God in front of him, and he looked away." "He turned to the Jews." "He turned to his sincere conscience and he crucified him." "Do you avoid the truth?" "Do you allow your liberal sincerity to lead you to error?" "Do you weigh up truth with convenience?" "God is not mocked by your sophistry." "You only deceive yourselves." ""I am Truth", says the Lord, but do you listen?" "You will keep saying no, Anto." "Ladies and gentlemen." "Please leave the church now by the usual exits." "What's happening?" "I think it's a bomb scare." "It's a priest." "When I open the door, get out of the house." "You, later." "Take good care of Anto." "I'll tell Mr and Mrs McCarthy you called." "You must be Branwen's father." "Come on in." "Branwen and Kevin have taken the baby for a ride in the buggy." "They said they'd be back." "That's why they asked me to let you in." "Sit down." "You must be proud of Branwen." "She's a clever and committed young woman." "And are you committed, Mr..." "I don't wear a uniform, like yourself." "Belief is more important than a uniform." "I believe in what I'm aiming at." "I keep looking at that while..." "The church is right." "A thing is either right or wrong." "Whatever I do I try not to avoid the facts... ..and I face the consequences." "People here take their faith very seriously, don't they?" "Don't you?" "My wife does." "She and I no longer live together." "but she won't divorce me." "The church tells her my way of life... ..is "contrary to the laws of God and man"." "They tell my son that, too." "Have you ever been in a Catholic church, Mr Roberts?" "No." "No, never." "Are you afraid?" "Behold the Lamb of God... ..which taketh away the sins of the world." "Blessed are those who are called to his supper." "The Blood of Christ." "The Body of Christ." "Don't worry." "We'll get up early in the morning." "I'll make sure you catch your flight." "Long time, no see, Kevin." "I've been busy." "You can practise your Welsh on those two over there." "I have to get back to work!" "Let's sit down." "You're not from Belfast?" "No." "Kevin's the name." "Pleased to meet you." "I'm Huw Arwel Evans." "This is Roger Price" "Are you students at Queens?" "No..." "Aberystwyth University." "Aberystwyth?" "I was there for four years." "Celtic Studies and Teacher Training." "Strange we didn't bump into each other." "I only started last September." "Would you like a top-up?" "No." "I'm fine, thanks." "I love anything Irish." "I love anything Welsh, especially Welsh girls!" "Nice one!" "Hello, Branwen." "Is he in?" "Hi, Brian." "He's upstairs, putting the baby down for a nap." "I'll just go up and have a word." "He's not in a very good mood." "What do you want?" "Look, I heard that you were... difficult." "I see." "Their dirty work again, Brian." "I've said no, once." "I just want you to talk to one of them, that's all." "I know what you mean by talking!" "We shouldn't be doing anything like that." "I thought times had changed." "So have you." "Do it for Dominic's sake!" "I knew that letting our house be used was a mistake." "Keven, don't push it." "Just do what they say." "Go to the pub, chat with the man and leave with him." "We'll send Imelda along to keep the other one busy." "Some friendly advice - just be there tonight." "Get out." "Everything OK?" "Aye." "Touch of wind, that's all." "Be seeing you." "Kevin." "I'm going to sit down, alright?" "Your mate isn't very happy!" "Go and sulk, you wimp!" "Your friend?" "Yes." "The smooth bastard always scores." "What about you?" "I don't have much luck." "Incredible!" "The PTA has postponed the decision until next week." "I was just going up to him." "Where's Branwen?" "She said something important had come up." "Crazy woman!" "Well, down the hatch!" "Kev!" "I've just met..." "My wife." "What the hell are you doing here?" "We're leaving now." "I'm not." "This isn't a game." "Hey, listen..." "Keep out of it." "Come home with me." "Cool it." "We were just having a drink." "Get out of here while you still can." "Soldiers stand out a mile in here." "Cool it, won't you!" "Are you insane?" "At least I'm no coward." "Right." "You're coming with me!" "Oh, Jesus Christ!" "There was nothing going on, Kev." "Get in." "Oh, my God!" "Alright, soldier." "You, out!" "The young Welsh soldier shot in Northern Ireland yesterday... ..has been identified as Huw Arwel Evans of the Royal Welch Regiment." "He was unmarried." "He was a lad from Rhosgadfan, the soldier shot in Belfast yesterday." "Is that so." "The poor boy." "I feel sorry for his parents." "It might just as easily have been our Mathonwy." "Dad, please!" "Lona's very sensitive." "She thinks she's a tough bitch!" "Mrs Evans?" "Mr Evans?" "Yes." "Llion Roberts., Caernarfon." "Come in, please, Mr Roberts." "Don't worry, Gwyn is fine." "He's at your aunt's place." "We'd better speak in Irish." "Fine." "We have that right according to the law, even in Wales." "What about them?" "They won't stay." "Just rattle the bars when you're through." "Now..." "What did you say to them?" "Nothing." "Excellent." "Well begun is half done." "Thank you for calling." "It was most Christian of you." "God bless you both." "Thank you." "Are you sure you'll be all right?" "We can stay, if you want." "No, we can't." "Come on." "Take care of yourself, Branwen." "Thanks for looking after him." "So long." "That was just the beginning." "We'll have no peace from now on." "Stick to the facts." "You'll be fine." "Conspiracy to murder." "Ten to twenty years' imprisonment." "They can't prove we knew he was a squaddie." "Stick to the story." "Say you thought he was a student... ..and that the car was stopped by people we didn't know." "Kevin, you did nothing of which any Irishman shouldn't be proud." "How do you know what Irishmen feel?" "He was a fool to join the English Army in the first place!" "We said nothing." "Who's running you, McCarthy?" "I don't know what you're on about." "You liar!" "For pity's sake!" "Is this the childhood you wanted for Gwyn?" "Captain Roberts is a good, reliable soldier." "He likes the Regiment, and we like him." "He's the kind who's self-motivated, and a decent chap." "I appreciate the recommendation." "If it's accurate, and I'm sure it is, he'll volunteer to help." "Well, let's get on with it, then..." "Carolyn." "Yes, sir." "Corporal!" "Send in Sergeant Roberts." "You are close to your sister?" "We used to be, Ma'am." "Do you speak Welsh, Roberts?" "Of course, Ma'am." "I'll come straight to the point." "Your sister was arrested for conspiracy to murder, in Belfast." "She and her husband were released." "Circumstantial evidence." "Obviously, they were used." "A fight in a pub." "A new friend calms things down." "Take the new friend to another pub." "The car is stopped and the new friend is captured." "How well do you know your sister?" "Ma'am?" "She has a son." "A baby." "She doesn't drink." "Her husband does." "Her husband." "Precisely." "Open the file." "Section one:" "your sister's political actions... ..on behalf of the Welsh Language." "A record of her attendance at rallies and protests." "Section two: the police file on the burning of holiday homes." "Section three: pictures of our murdered colleague... ..Private Huw Arwel Evans of the Royal Welch Regiment." "No." "It's quite alright, Sergeant." "As you were." "You don't mind if I join in, do you?" "No, sir." "Almost done." "We're on leave at the weekend, Captain." "Yes, sir." "Some UN stuff..." "in Yugoslavia." "Or whatever they call it these days." "Should your sister say anything, or you notice something... ..get in touch with me." "Hidden talents, Captain." "When in Rome, sir." "Good day, sir." "Roberts." "Goodbye for now, until the next lesson." "When will the next lesson be?" "Tuesday." "Branwen, I was just passing." "How are you, Eilish?" "I'm very sorry about what happened." "If you want my advice..." "I don't." "Take your son back to Wales." "Take Kevin out of all this." "You won't be going to Dominic's memorial service." "The Brits are already telling me what to do and how to run my life." "I see." "So this is the front line?" "You haven't lived through years of this." "You have no idea." "Paddy and the others don't like to hear this, but who hears my voice?" "What if I said I'd had enough, would anybody listen?" "I'd have to say it in English." "Does not having the language make me less Irish?" "You'll never be Irish, my girl." "You'd be better not trying." "Doesn't someone have to do something?" "What you do with your life is your concern... ..but don't sacrifice Kevin and Gwyn." "Then, the little bird called down the hill... ..and drove the pigs away from the apples on the ground." "Books, now." "Sir!" "Can you help me?" "Gaels!" "These Volunteers gave their lives... ..as a sacrifice for future generations." "Their idealism, enthusiasm and loyalty to the cause... ..are an inspiration to us all and to people the world over... ..who struggle for the freedom of their countries." "May their souls be on the right hand of God." "Let us recite the first Glorious Mystery... ..the resurrection of Christ from the dead." "Our Father, who art in Heaven..." "Who fears to speak of '98?" "Who blushes at the name?" "When cowards mock the patriot's fate." "Who hangs his head for shame?" "He's all a knave or half a slave Who slights his country thus." "But true men like you men Will fill your glass with us." "Are you listening to me?" "Don't yell in this house." "House?" "!" "It's a prison." "Do you think we can go back to Wales?" "No way." "They'll be watching us." "Brit bastards!" "Put him down." "Don't be so stupid, Kevin." "Put him down!" "Get lost!" "Well done!" "Beat your wife and prove you're a man." "Are these the lessons you'll teach Gwyn?" "You don't have an ounce of Dominic's blood in you." "Go back to Wales, you bitch!" "He disappeared from view." "Think about it - disappeared." "Good man." "No." "One S, two..." "Come on!" "I'll get it." "You just finish that." "I won't be long." "The answers are in that book." "My god!" "What happened to you?" "Kevin." "Oh, I see." "Can I come in?" "No." "He's thrown me out." "He's got Gwyn, my baby!" "Look!" "Whatever happens..." "Hello.." "Mrs McGuire." "How are you?" "Come into the hall." "Listen." "Whatever happens between Kevin and you.. it's between you." "If you ever become a nuisance to us..." "Well, no doubt your imagination can invent the worst." "Who's that?" "It's alright, son." "It's no-one important." "How much leave do you have?" "A month." "Then, a tour of duty." "The Army looks after its people and their families." "Where's Branwen?" "Has she talked about things?" "How are you?" "I've been better." "Let's go indoors." "I'm very pleased to see you, son." "Sir!" "Will you help me?" "This one is good." "This one here." "You're a real handyman, aren't you?" "Yes, but I've nothing up top, unlike you and Pred." "Of course you have!" "You were so keen on physical things and sport..." "Mam and Dad thought you weren't as clever as Peredur and me." "They were right." "No, they weren't!" "I know you better than anyone else does." "Do you?" "Let's take Gwyn to our old haunts." "Do you have a ticket?" "Have you spoken to his father since you left?" "Has he hit you before?" "No." "Never." "Did he threaten you?" "Come on, you have to tell me." "I love you, Bran." "The politics means nothing in the end." "It means nothing." "When Mam died..." "..I would have died, too if it hadn't been for you." "That's the truth." "Mathonwy isn't my real brother, is he?" "He's the son of your mother's cousin." "Your mother and I felt we should take him... ..or he'd have to go to an orphanage or to strangers." "Dad." "Mathonwy has lost both his mothers, hasn't he?" "Yes." "Thank you." "You'll be a wonderful father." "Do you think so?" "How long will you be in Bosnia?" "God knows!" "I might get another scar to make a matching pair!" "Would you like to see Anglesey?" "Your licence, sir?" "Here you are." "Where are you heading?" "Home." "Open the boot, please." "Fine, McCarthy." "You can go." "Branwen!" "Come out of the kitchen." "I have to go, Kevin." "Fine. 'Bye." "Come back in one piece." "Yes." "Come back safely." "Here's to Mathonwy." "Lovely!" "Where did you get this wine?" "Will you do something for me, Dad?" "Say a prayer, seeing as the whole family is here, under the same roof." "God, our Father, we turn to you... ..in this, an hour of need for mankind..." "..and in this family's fortunes." "Bless Mathonwy in the difficult task before him." "We beseech Thee to turn the hearts and minds of the world's leaders... ..to the Gospel of peace." "Bless us, your humble servants, amidst the storms of life... ..and let us see again through the innocent eyes of children." "Bran, what's wrong?" "Is it Gwyn?" "Kevin?" "No." "Someone else." "Someone you met in Ireland?" "Would you have me forget Ireland?" "Did you intend to kill him?" "Did I intend to kill him?" "Say that you didn't." "Say no." "Get out." "Get out!" "Republicanism has boosted the Irish language." "No, it hasn't." "Not every Irish speaker is a Republican." "The Irish language can be independent of politics..." "Here you are." "Good man." "Thanks." "That's better." "God forgive me, but I never liked her." "I liked her." "Shut up and do something useful!" "Kevin!" "Come on, son." "Get this down you." "Oh, for fuck's sake!" "Will you leave me alone?" "Using language like that in front of your aunts!" "You ought to be ashamed of yourself." "OK." "I'm sorry." "I didn't ask you to come." "I want my son." "I know." "We'd hoped Sergeant Roberts would find something out." "He had a month before Bosnia." "Anything on your side?" "No." "McCarthy tried to leave, though." "Roberts maintained that he'd been overkeen to stay in Wales." "A sleeper?" "I'm going to propose that we let him out." "We'll keep him under surveillance." "As soon as I start working for Peredur, they'll know where I am." "We can put up with that." "Who's a big boy?" "I'll never be free." "I'm tied to you." ""Did you know, sir, that my wife helped the IRA to kill a soldier?"" ""Take my son's mother away from him for a while, please."" "I've lost everything except Gwyn." "Now, he too will grow up a suspect." "Did you ever love me?" "Kevin..." "No!" "I came here for Gwyn's sake." "Give me time." "Please!" "So much has happened..." "Time doesn't exist." "I'm sorry, Branwen." "We can be no more than friends." "Yes." "You're right." "Take the job, for now." "Gwyn needs his father." "There goes the man himself." "The Belfast wife-beater." "Some say she deserved it." "Fancy coming back here." "Wasn't the Sunday school trip great!" "Kevin." "Mrs Prosser." "How's Mathonwy?" "We defend the innocent and this happens to one of our soldiers." "Poor Mathonwy." "It's horrific." "I'm sure that, as a family, you are looking after him." "Mathonwy is a very sick man, Mrs Prosser." "My brother-in-law has landed on his feet, hasn't he?" "Collecting rent for Pered is a convenient job." "I'm useless for the army." "Useless to everyone else, too." "How would you like to be a UN 'peacekeeper'... ..and stand aside while mothers and children are slain in Bosnia?" "Would you call something like that God's providence?" "Don't punish yourself, son." "Is God an Irishman?" "Is He, Dad?" "All this pain and suffering is beyond mere mortals' comprehension." "Do you really believe that?" "Let's pray together." "As always in Bosnia, children are suffering." "Four were killed yesterday." "Another three were killed today." "Nobody really knows who fired the mortars... ..and nobody knows why the attacks are increasing." "The three nations are trying to destroy one another." "United Nations peacekeepers stand by helplessly." "Some children receive some form of hospital treatment." "The lucky ones, plucked from the thick of the fighting... ..were flown to hospitals in England today." "'Luck' is a relative term in the old Yugoslavia." "Families are broken, possibly for ever." "Some say this is just propaganda." "Even as they're rescued, children are the spoils of war." "Math?" "How are you, Mathonwy?" "Gwyn wanted to see me, right?" "Take a good look and get the hell out of here." "You've every right to hate me, but don't take it out on Gwyn." "Try to forgive, Math." "I've forgiven you too often." "The boys know everything." "We know everything." "What do you know?" "I hope what you did to that Welshman and his family... ..tortures you until you burn in hell!" "How many people have you killed?" "I'm a soldier!" "A uniform justifies murder?" "That's enough!" "Kevin, Branwen, please leave." "Are you blind?" "You can never forgive them!" "We'll discuss this as a family, tomorrow." "Kevin?" "Forgive me, Mr Roberts, but Gwyn is my only connection with this family." "Please, don't include me in your family discussions." "But we must discuss Gwyn's future!" "I'm going." "Won't you reconsider, Kevin?" "No." "I'm sorry." "Nice little family, eh?" "Isn't it just?" "Take Gwyn upstairs." "I need to talk to Mathonwy." "He's not himself." "I want him to see that I've changed." "Have you?" "What do you want?" "Reconciliation?" "You're no sister of mine." "Don't talk like that." "Whore!" "That's a better name for you." "I didn't kill him." "I made a mess of things." "Kevin tried to stop me." "I can't sacrifice Gwyn's future." "He needs a father and a mother." "I never want to see you again." "I'm sorry I ever set foot in this house." "Get out!" "Get out!" "The natives are restless tonight." "What have I done?" "What have I done?" "I'm sorry." "All quiet on the Western Front!" "Lord Jesus." "Let your mother, the Virgin Mary..." "..watch over all mothers and children tonight." "Guard those who are threatened by the world's wars and terrorism." "Amen." "Poor Gwyn." "If only you'd had a different father." "I must confess." "Mathonwy?" "Mathonwy?" "What have you done?" "My duty." "I've saved my sister." "Gwyn!" "My dear, dear boy!" "Dad!" "I'm glad you persuaded me to return." "We must try to understand each other." "Jesus Christ!" "Gwyn!" "God!" "He's done it this time!" "Get out right now!" "McCarthy!" "My son's in there!" "Gwyn!" "The fuel oil!" "It's about to explode!" "Branwen!"