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'I found a yellowed copy of the Mid-Ulster Mail the other day... | 0:00:02 | 0:00:05 | |
'dating from October 1943. | 0:00:05 | 0:00:07 | |
'A three-line headline on the court news page - | 0:00:09 | 0:00:13 | |
'"Dramatic incident in Newtown petty sessions. | 0:00:13 | 0:00:17 | |
'"Woman makes impassioned plea for fishermen. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:19 | |
'"Threatened with contempt by Resident Magistrate." | 0:00:20 | 0:00:23 | |
'I can still hear my father recounting the whole episode | 0:00:25 | 0:00:29 | |
'with far more panache than the plodding court reporter. | 0:00:29 | 0:00:32 | |
'The woman making the impassioned plea? | 0:00:34 | 0:00:37 | |
'My mother, of course.' | 0:00:39 | 0:00:40 | |
-Hurry up, Francis. They're goin'. -Wait a minute. | 0:00:43 | 0:00:46 | |
Och, come on. We're going to miss them. | 0:00:46 | 0:00:49 | |
Davey. Hi, Davey. Wait on us. | 0:00:50 | 0:00:55 | |
Can we go out with you? | 0:00:56 | 0:00:58 | |
No. The boys are lifting lines. | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
And the company bailiffs are about. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:03 | |
There's no call for cubs on board. | 0:01:03 | 0:01:05 | |
Shouldn't yous not be in school today, anyway, huh? | 0:01:05 | 0:01:07 | |
We're still on potato-picking holidays. | 0:01:07 | 0:01:10 | |
Please! | 0:01:10 | 0:01:12 | |
No cubs on board. Too much weight. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:14 | |
Here, you two. Don't mind Da. Come on. | 0:01:14 | 0:01:18 | |
For God's sake, Davey. | 0:01:18 | 0:01:19 | |
I don't want to hear the word "bored", Emma. | 0:01:35 | 0:01:38 | |
But since you're using it... you can help Sally with the sheets. | 0:01:38 | 0:01:42 | |
I'm working on the wee wall. If anybody wants to help? | 0:01:42 | 0:01:46 | |
It's better craic than sheets. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:48 | |
I'll pass on that offer, Barney. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:49 | |
I'm not bored. I'll help Barney. I'm good at walls. Amn't I, Mum? | 0:01:52 | 0:01:56 | |
You're the best waller, Kate. Has anyone seen Francis? | 0:01:56 | 0:02:00 | |
I think he went off with that Seamie Brady. | 0:02:01 | 0:02:05 | |
Not to the dump? | 0:02:05 | 0:02:06 | |
No, Mrs Coyne. The lough shore. | 0:02:06 | 0:02:09 | |
I seen him... I saw him going down the road. | 0:02:09 | 0:02:11 | |
Thank you, Barney. | 0:02:11 | 0:02:13 | |
Sally. I'm just going to go and check | 0:02:13 | 0:02:16 | |
on something. In the shop. | 0:02:16 | 0:02:17 | |
Right, Mrs Coyne. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:20 | |
Come on then, Emma. You and me. | 0:02:21 | 0:02:23 | |
And, Barney, hop off away, will you? | 0:02:23 | 0:02:26 | |
Francis? | 0:02:36 | 0:02:37 | |
Did the mistress say you can go out in the lough? | 0:02:38 | 0:02:40 | |
I didn't ask. | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
You should have asked. The mistress will think I took you away. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
She'll be ragin'. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:47 | |
And Sally will have my life. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
Mrs Coyne. I come for the rations. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:26 | |
Thursday is rations day, Kettie. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:30 | |
Thursday doesn't suit. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:31 | |
A small batch loaf and tea and sugar. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:42 | |
Is that everything? | 0:04:00 | 0:04:02 | |
Butter? | 0:04:02 | 0:04:03 | |
Bacon? Margarine? Lard? | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
I don't need them. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:06 | |
That'll be one and five pence, Kettie. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
Kettie? | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Come when it suits. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:30 | |
Turn her for home, Failey. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:45 | |
We have a brave catch. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:46 | |
Well, did you like that, young Coyne? | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
I did. You got lots of eels. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:53 | |
No eels. You never seen eels, right? | 0:04:53 | 0:04:57 | |
Them's perch, we catched. | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
They're eels. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:02 | |
Nah. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:03 | |
Perch. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:04 | |
They're eels. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:06 | |
Young Brady here knows what they are, I'd say. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:11 | |
Perch. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:13 | |
You're teasing. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:14 | |
Ah. You see, young Coyne. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:16 | |
We're allowed to catch perch that nobody wants to eat. | 0:05:18 | 0:05:21 | |
But eels? | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
No. | 0:05:25 | 0:05:26 | |
We can poach or we can go hungry! | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
Did the mistress not teach you that? | 0:05:29 | 0:05:32 | |
Or was she too busy loadin' her gun? | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
Just leave it, boys. He's only a cub. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
Well, whatever you say, them's perch we catched. Not eels. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:41 | |
CAR APPROACHES | 0:05:49 | 0:05:52 | |
Mrs Coyne. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
Captain Dreyfuss. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
I have something for you. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
You may already have this. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
It's about the lake. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:08 | |
I figured it might help you with the thing | 0:06:10 | 0:06:12 | |
that we talked about in the shop, remember? | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
Helping us fit in here. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:15 | |
Stolen Waters. TM Healy, MP. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:20 | |
Healy was counsel for the fishermen while they tried to get their lake back. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:24 | |
I've never heard of this book. I should have, really, shouldn't I? | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
I wouldn't beat myself up about it. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
I only came across it because I was researching this place we find ourselves in. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:36 | |
We're pretty hot on research in the Air Force. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
Sorry. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:02 | |
Excuse me. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:07 | |
Has anyone seen my keys? | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
Er, the mistress took them. She went out to the shop. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:15 | |
Right... | 0:07:16 | 0:07:17 | |
What's this? | 0:07:22 | 0:07:23 | |
What do you think it is? | 0:07:25 | 0:07:26 | |
-You took my keys. -To unlock a drawer you kept from me. Of stolen goods. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:32 | |
-They're not stolen. -They grew in the locked drawer? | 0:07:32 | 0:07:35 | |
-They're payment. -Payment? | 0:07:35 | 0:07:36 | |
Sergeant Pokalsi or Podolski or whatever you call him. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
He got a load of drink off me on tick for a party. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
Up at the 'drome. Next thing he tells me he can't pay. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
And he give me those instead. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
-And what was I to do? -Give them back. It's... | 0:07:48 | 0:07:51 | |
It's what? It's barter. Yeah, and not even a bargain. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:54 | |
Those tins aren't worth half what the drink cost me. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:57 | |
That is not even close to the point. | 0:07:57 | 0:07:58 | |
It's how people have to work these days, Rose. | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
It's make-do-and-mend time. As your lot keep telling us. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:03 | |
My lot?! | 0:08:03 | 0:08:04 | |
The Ministry of...whatever. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:06 | |
My lot? My lot are dying for your lot. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
-OK. It wasn't meant to come out like that. -I followed you over here to cold comfort farm, Michael Coyne. | 0:08:08 | 0:08:13 | |
And now you've got the nerve to talk to me about my lot! | 0:08:13 | 0:08:17 | |
You give them back. You hear me? | 0:08:19 | 0:08:23 | |
I didn't marry a black marketeer. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:25 | |
Hold tight, boys - bailiffs! | 0:08:31 | 0:08:34 | |
What are you doing? | 0:08:44 | 0:08:45 | |
They've got the flag up. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:46 | |
Well, they may put it down again. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
Blirts. I'm not for stopping. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
ENGINE SPUTTERS | 0:08:57 | 0:08:58 | |
ENGINE STALLS | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
Ah, hell's bells! | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
Heave to there, gentlemen. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:32 | |
I'll climb on board. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
We're just out for a wee spin, Mr Prince. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
We have the mistress's cub with us. Young Coyne. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
On a wee pleasure cruise. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
Well, in that case, you won't mind giving us the pleasure of | 0:09:52 | 0:09:57 | |
a wee look around. | 0:09:57 | 0:09:58 | |
They have eels. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:12 | |
Yous men are witnesses. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:14 | |
That's our living, there, lads. Leave us that, at least. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:18 | |
Hit him! | 0:10:23 | 0:10:25 | |
Calm down, will you?! Calm down! INDISTINCT SHOUTING | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
Help! | 0:10:37 | 0:10:39 | |
I can't swim! | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
I can't swim. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:43 | |
Calm down, will you! | 0:10:47 | 0:10:48 | |
Get him up! Take his hand! | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
Cry baby. What's wrong with you? | 0:11:04 | 0:11:07 | |
Davey told those men who I was. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:09 | |
Come on, son... | 0:11:21 | 0:11:22 | |
Och, Ned. You should've seen. | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
Davey hit thon bailiff such a box! | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
I never hit him, young Brady! He hit me! | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
And tell that to the mistress the right way round! | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
In case she'd go blaming me! You hear me, now? | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
All right, all right, all right. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:39 | |
Don't tell me you hit a company bailiff? | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
HENS CLUCK | 0:11:43 | 0:11:46 | |
Oh, knickers! | 0:11:56 | 0:11:58 | |
Francis! | 0:12:43 | 0:12:45 | |
Was Francis here? | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
Could have been. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:56 | |
He lost my place! | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
Epsilon Dwarf! | 0:13:01 | 0:13:03 | |
Look at the state of you, Francis Coyne. | 0:13:13 | 0:13:16 | |
You're soaking. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:20 | |
And look at your good corduroy jacket. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:24 | |
We were out on the lough. And Prince chased us. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:28 | |
The boat broke down and Davey fell in the water. | 0:13:29 | 0:13:33 | |
And Prince dived in and saved him. | 0:13:33 | 0:13:35 | |
He should have let him drown, God forgive me. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
Was Failey's name taken? | 0:13:41 | 0:13:43 | |
The bailiff said he'd see us in court. | 0:13:44 | 0:13:46 | |
Us? | 0:13:46 | 0:13:48 | |
Don't tell me your name was taken? | 0:13:48 | 0:13:50 | |
No... | 0:13:50 | 0:13:51 | |
Yes. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
Oh, you're all going to jail and I'm going to get the sack! | 0:13:54 | 0:13:57 | |
Come on, till I dry you and make you look less like a tramp. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:04 | |
And then maybe the mistress will forgive me, | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
even if she doesn't forgive thon eejit Failey. | 0:14:07 | 0:14:10 | |
Hi. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:23 | |
Barney! You scared the life out of me. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:25 | |
Sorry. Sorry. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:26 | |
I just seen... I just saw you coming at the last minute, so... | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
You were lurking. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:31 | |
Maybe I was. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:33 | |
Why, what's lurking? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:34 | |
It's hanging about. What you've been doing all day. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:37 | |
I wasn't lurking, then. I was working. | 0:14:37 | 0:14:39 | |
On the wall. | 0:14:39 | 0:14:40 | |
Time to stop, Barney. It's getting late. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
I like books, you know. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
-Barney. -I do. I read at school. Treasure Island. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
And I seen the one you're reading. Brave World. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
Brave NEW World. So it's you who moved my book. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
No, I never, I... | 0:14:55 | 0:14:57 | |
Not sure you'd like Huxley, Barney. | 0:14:57 | 0:14:59 | |
Well, maybe not. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:00 | |
But if you gave me a lend of one I would like, | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
then maybe we could talk about it? | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
-I'm busy, Barney. -Och, Emma! | 0:15:04 | 0:15:06 | |
If you're serious, I'll choose a book for you. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:10 | |
But it's about books, eh? Nothing else. | 0:15:10 | 0:15:13 | |
Aye. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:15 | |
Surely. | 0:15:15 | 0:15:16 | |
Books. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
Nothing else. | 0:15:18 | 0:15:20 | |
Good. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:21 | |
The sons not with you, the night, Ned? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
Sure, how would they be? | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
Didn't Prince hit our Davey a box? | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
And try and drown him? | 0:15:40 | 0:15:41 | |
Did he take names? | 0:15:41 | 0:15:43 | |
He did surely. | 0:15:43 | 0:15:45 | |
Stout there, Michael. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:47 | |
Well, if it comes to court we'll be telling the truth - they were attacked and assaulted. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:52 | |
Your cub seen what happened, Michael. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:56 | |
Didn't you? Hey, boy? | 0:15:56 | 0:15:59 | |
There's a saying, Francis, | 0:15:59 | 0:16:01 | |
from the good people of Moybeg, | 0:16:01 | 0:16:03 | |
and you might find it useful right now. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:07 | |
"Whatever you say, say nothing." | 0:16:07 | 0:16:08 | |
-But... -Ah, nothing to be said here. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:12 | |
Pack up the last of that shelf and off home. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:14 | |
I'm going down to make breakfast. | 0:16:30 | 0:16:33 | |
It's Sally's day off... | 0:16:33 | 0:16:35 | |
Michael? | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
Hmm? | 0:16:39 | 0:16:40 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:42 | |
Aye. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
You're right to be distant. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:47 | |
I'm sorry about the things I said yesterday. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:53 | |
It's all right. | 0:16:53 | 0:16:54 | |
It's not all right. You're my husband, whom I love. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
Funny way of showing it, sometimes. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
Yes, but I do, Michael Coyne. | 0:17:05 | 0:17:08 | |
And this is where I live... | 0:17:10 | 0:17:12 | |
..and these are my people now. | 0:17:14 | 0:17:16 | |
You sound like the King! | 0:17:16 | 0:17:18 | |
THEY CHUCKLE | 0:17:18 | 0:17:20 | |
"My people." | 0:17:20 | 0:17:22 | |
Even the Hanlons? | 0:17:23 | 0:17:24 | |
Have you heard of this book? | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
Stolen Waters. | 0:17:30 | 0:17:31 | |
I have. Might even be a copy in the attic somewhere. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:35 | |
Really? Have you read it? | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
I meant to... | 0:17:37 | 0:17:39 | |
It's worth a read. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:41 | |
It certainly casts the Hanlons in a different light. | 0:17:41 | 0:17:44 | |
Must be one hell of a book, Rose. | 0:17:44 | 0:17:46 | |
Where did you get it? | 0:17:47 | 0:17:48 | |
Actually... Captain Dreyfuss gave it to me. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:53 | |
Dreyfuss. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:54 | |
I need to talk to you about that fella. | 0:17:57 | 0:17:59 | |
Do you think you could ask him to get the ban on the pub lifted? | 0:18:01 | 0:18:05 | |
Or at least shortened. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
We're getting killed here, Rose. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:10 | |
I had three people in the pub last night. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
AEROPLANE ENGINES | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
CAR APPROACHES | 0:19:03 | 0:19:06 | |
-Captain Dreyfuss. -Mrs Coyne. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
Is this about the book? | 0:19:18 | 0:19:20 | |
Er, it's about "fitting in". | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
Could we...? | 0:19:23 | 0:19:24 | |
Corporal. Why don't you have yourself a cigarette break? | 0:19:25 | 0:19:28 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
So you have some ideas? | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
Well, to start with... | 0:19:36 | 0:19:40 | |
The ban on visits by your airmen. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
-Ah... -No, no, no, no, no. It's not like that. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:46 | |
It's not special pleading. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:47 | |
You mustn't laugh. This is a real way to improve relationships. | 0:19:47 | 0:19:50 | |
Which just happens to coincide with... | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
Your husband's business. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
The pub is where the two communities meet - | 0:19:56 | 0:19:59 | |
the airmen and the local people. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:02 | |
Except last time they met, we almost lost an airman. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
Your husband had to intervene. Remember? | 0:20:04 | 0:20:07 | |
Oh! No, no, no, no, Michael didn't intervene. | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
It was me, Calamity Jane. I pulled the gun. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:11 | |
Please don't tell your commanding officer that. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:15 | |
He'll think there's a crazy woman down here and extend the ban! | 0:20:15 | 0:20:18 | |
I won't tell him that, Mrs Coyne. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:23 | |
Rose, please. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
When I ask him to lift the ban. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:29 | |
Not to lift it entirely. Just to shorten it. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
We would be very grateful. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:34 | |
-I -would be very grateful. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
I will do my best... | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
Rose. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:41 | |
Thank you. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:44 | |
Thank you so much. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:45 | |
You...you sew? | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
I'm sorry? | 0:20:51 | 0:20:52 | |
Er, your tunic button. There. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
Hey. That's pretty observant. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
Women notice these things. | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
I lost it. On the shore, I think. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
Your stitching is very neat. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:04 | |
Did you do that yourself? | 0:21:05 | 0:21:09 | |
A man learns to sew in the armed forces. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:11 | |
RADIO IN BACKGROUND | 0:21:19 | 0:21:22 | |
What did he say? | 0:21:28 | 0:21:29 | |
He said he'd do his best. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
That's all? | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
That's all. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
Well, did you tell him how important it was? | 0:21:37 | 0:21:41 | |
I told him you had three people in there last night and that it | 0:21:41 | 0:21:44 | |
was making you crazy. | 0:21:44 | 0:21:45 | |
Yeah, that was me. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:47 | |
Did you tell him how important it was to you? | 0:21:47 | 0:21:49 | |
Why would I do that? | 0:21:49 | 0:21:50 | |
It might mean more to a good-looking fella like him, coming from a woman. | 0:21:51 | 0:21:56 | |
Michael, that's a strange thing to say. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:58 | |
What's strange about it? | 0:21:58 | 0:22:00 | |
I'm only stating a thing that everybody knows. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
Men are a deal more likely to do favours for a woman than for a man. | 0:22:03 | 0:22:06 | |
Did you want me to flirt? | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
No! I didn't say that. I just wanted you... | 0:22:08 | 0:22:11 | |
I didn't flirt, Michael. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
And don't tempt me to try. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:15 | |
-Ach, Rose... -SHE CHUCKLES | 0:22:15 | 0:22:18 | |
I was only making sure you didn't shout at him. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
God's sake. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:26 | |
FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS | 0:22:47 | 0:22:50 | |
Keys... | 0:22:54 | 0:22:55 | |
Sorry, you're, erm, you're dressing. | 0:22:57 | 0:22:59 | |
Michael... | 0:22:59 | 0:23:00 | |
I have to go, the pub needs opening. | 0:23:03 | 0:23:07 | |
Of course. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:08 | |
Someone has to keep the show on the road. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:12 | |
Michael? | 0:23:16 | 0:23:18 | |
I love you. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:21 | |
Sure, I know. | 0:23:22 | 0:23:24 | |
Michael. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
Sergeant. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:50 | |
It's thirsty work, pedalling. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
You said it. | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
Drop of water, is it, Sergeant? | 0:23:56 | 0:23:59 | |
Sure, you know I never drink when I'm on duty, Mr Coyne. | 0:23:59 | 0:24:03 | |
You were down with Davey and Ned? | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
Serving them up a summons. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
They do not like me. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:15 | |
Do they like you, Michael? | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
Never done me any harm. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:18 | |
Have they not? And where's your US airmen? | 0:24:18 | 0:24:21 | |
Look, just because you didn't tell us about something | 0:24:22 | 0:24:26 | |
doesn't mean we didn't hear about it. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:28 | |
Now, I persuaded Bill Prince to drop the charges against Failey. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:35 | |
I know he's connected to your maid. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:39 | |
And it's fairly obvious he didn't know anything about what happened. | 0:24:39 | 0:24:42 | |
But Davey Hanlon's facing jail. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
It's clear he assaulted Prince. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
Have you witnesses? | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
Witnesses? Michael. In Moybeg? | 0:24:49 | 0:24:53 | |
Where nobody has ever seen anything? | 0:24:53 | 0:24:55 | |
Anyway, the RM doesn't need witnesses to put Hanlon in jail. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:59 | |
No. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:02 | |
Right, | 0:25:02 | 0:25:04 | |
I'd better be off. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:06 | |
How's your son? | 0:25:06 | 0:25:07 | |
Alfie's fine. They're shipping him out somewhere. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:12 | |
He can't tell me where. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
I think it's the Mediterranean. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Well, I hope he stays safe. | 0:25:16 | 0:25:18 | |
So do I, Michael. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:19 | |
Right. | 0:25:20 | 0:25:21 | |
Good luck. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:24 | |
Good luck, Sergeant. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:26 | |
"Brave New World. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:48 | |
"Aldous Hux... Huxley!" | 0:25:48 | 0:25:52 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:25:52 | 0:25:53 | |
What's...what's mordant? | 0:25:53 | 0:25:55 | |
Mor...mordant? | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
Mordant. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
Flip. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:03 | |
Hello, young Quinn. Is Michael Coyne about? | 0:26:03 | 0:26:06 | |
He's in the house. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:07 | |
What are you here about? | 0:26:29 | 0:26:31 | |
For God's sake, Sally. You know right well why we're here. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:36 | |
Or is Failey not a man for pillow talk? | 0:26:36 | 0:26:38 | |
You can mind your manners, or you'll stay on the step. | 0:26:40 | 0:26:43 | |
We're here to see Michael Coyne about the solicitor. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
We're here to see Michael Coyne about the solicitor! | 0:26:49 | 0:26:53 | |
I heard you. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:54 | |
Is it any bit of wonder Failey's in no hurry to marry thon one? | 0:26:56 | 0:27:00 | |
She is some tackle. | 0:27:00 | 0:27:01 | |
I'm after telling Mr Coyne. | 0:27:10 | 0:27:12 | |
He says he'll see you. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:14 | |
Gentlemen. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:24 | |
Sally tells me you're here about the solicitor? | 0:27:25 | 0:27:29 | |
Aye. We want James Harrington represent us on Friday. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
Harrington's dear. What about Williams? | 0:27:33 | 0:27:36 | |
He represented the men from Doss last session. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
Aye, he did. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
And they lost. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:43 | |
We always lose, gentlemen. | 0:27:44 | 0:27:47 | |
It's only the severity of the fine that differs. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
We want Harrington, all the same. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:53 | |
Sure it's no skin off your nose, Michael. | 0:27:53 | 0:27:55 | |
It's Fishermen's Defence Fund money. | 0:27:55 | 0:27:58 | |
It's not a bottomless purse, Ned. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
As secretary, it's my responsibility to administer it as best I can. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:05 | |
Oh, aye, secretary. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
Is the mistress round? | 0:28:09 | 0:28:12 | |
She's busy. | 0:28:12 | 0:28:13 | |
Did you want to see her? | 0:28:16 | 0:28:18 | |
No. She was a bit vexed the other day, about the corned beef. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:22 | |
You'd nearly think she didn't know about it. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:26 | |
Well, sure we'll go on. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
KNOCKING | 0:28:37 | 0:28:39 | |
I brought paper. To write things down. | 0:28:39 | 0:28:42 | |
The book! I forgot. | 0:28:42 | 0:28:44 | |
I'll come back. | 0:28:46 | 0:28:48 | |
I'm, er, still at the wall. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
If I come back before tea-time? | 0:28:52 | 0:28:54 | |
I'll find you something. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:55 | |
Nothing too hard, now, you know. Something I might like. | 0:28:56 | 0:29:00 | |
Then maybe we could talk about it? | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
Don't forget. I got a jotter. | 0:29:05 | 0:29:08 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:29:13 | 0:29:15 | |
How was that? | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
Thankless. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:21 | |
Davey Hanlon's scared he's for jail. | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
So they want me to hire James Harrington. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:27 | |
Is he the best? | 0:29:27 | 0:29:28 | |
Well, he's the dearest. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
But he won't save Davey's skin. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:32 | |
He assaulted a bailiff and that means jail. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:37 | |
How do we know Davey assaulted him? | 0:29:37 | 0:29:39 | |
Rose. He's a Hanlon. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
Besides, Francis saw him do it. | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
Hey, Francis! | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
Come on! Maisie found sweets in the dump. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:58 | |
I have to talk to Davey Hanlon. | 0:30:03 | 0:30:05 | |
Davey Hanlon? When there's sweets, maybe, up there? | 0:30:05 | 0:30:09 | |
And what do you want to talk to him for? | 0:30:09 | 0:30:12 | |
He'll only curse you out of it. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:15 | |
I have to tell him I can't tell lies. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:17 | |
If I'm a witness in court, you know. | 0:30:17 | 0:30:19 | |
Och! | 0:30:22 | 0:30:23 | |
If you're not for coming... | 0:30:23 | 0:30:25 | |
I have to tell the truth, Seamie. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:29 | |
It's neither here nor there who struck the first blow. | 0:30:47 | 0:30:50 | |
Them eels is ours. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:51 | |
Just like the lough is ours. | 0:30:53 | 0:30:55 | |
-Not the bloody company's. -Aye, Da. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:57 | |
Try telling that to Sir Frederick Stewart | 0:30:58 | 0:31:02 | |
or whoever is on the bench. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:04 | |
The eels is gone. | 0:31:04 | 0:31:06 | |
But if it's proved that I struck the first blow... | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
No-ho-ho-ho! Wait! | 0:31:09 | 0:31:11 | |
We're in safe hands now, boys. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:13 | |
Here's the chief witness for the defence, huh? | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
Young... Young Coyne. | 0:31:19 | 0:31:20 | |
Young Coyne! We're only jokin'! | 0:31:21 | 0:31:24 | |
VEHICLE APPROACHES | 0:31:27 | 0:31:28 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:31:49 | 0:31:51 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:31:51 | 0:31:53 | |
-Dr Black. -Mrs Coyne, is Michael in? | 0:31:53 | 0:31:55 | |
Come in. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:56 | |
-Ah, Michael. -Dr Black. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:01 | |
I've been to see Davey Hanlon to examine him. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:04 | |
-Oh, and, er, as secretary of the... -Certainly. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
I'll deal with that. | 0:32:07 | 0:32:08 | |
Did, er, what you saw fit with his version of events? | 0:32:09 | 0:32:13 | |
Well, he has contusions and so on. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:15 | |
I've made a report, but whether that bears out what he says happened, | 0:32:15 | 0:32:18 | |
well, that will be for the RM to decide. | 0:32:18 | 0:32:21 | |
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:07 | |
Er, my name is Andrew. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:09 | |
Andrew Black, I'm the doctor's son. SHE CHUCKLES | 0:33:09 | 0:33:12 | |
Emma. Emma Coyne. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:13 | |
Andrew, won't you join us? Emma... | 0:33:13 | 0:33:16 | |
This is my son Andrew. Andrew, Michael Coyne, Rose Coyne. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:25 | |
-How do you do? -How do you do? | 0:33:25 | 0:33:27 | |
Glad to meet you. And I've already met Emma. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:31 | |
Andrew, would you like what your father's having? | 0:33:31 | 0:33:34 | |
Or tea? We have some. Or red lemonade? | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
-Red lemonade sounds just the ticket. -Good. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:41 | |
Emma, would you bring a glass of lemonade from the pantry? | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
So you're a medical student? | 0:33:46 | 0:33:48 | |
Yeah, third year. Trinity College. Dublin. | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
Where they're having an emergency, not the war. | 0:33:51 | 0:33:54 | |
I'm only staying until Saturday, and then it's the slow train back. | 0:33:54 | 0:33:58 | |
And this is Kate, the baby. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:02 | |
Oh, hello, Kate. I'm Andrew. | 0:34:02 | 0:34:04 | |
And... (I'm the baby in my family, too.) | 0:34:04 | 0:34:07 | |
Andrew's done rather well this term. First in his year. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:11 | |
-Yeah. -Gosh! Congratulations, Andrew. | 0:34:11 | 0:34:14 | |
Emma's done us proud as well. She got a scholarship. | 0:34:14 | 0:34:17 | |
Second in Ulster, no less. | 0:34:17 | 0:34:19 | |
Well done, Emma. Pretty... | 0:34:19 | 0:34:21 | |
and clever. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:23 | |
Hey, Francis, are you going in? | 0:34:32 | 0:34:34 | |
No. | 0:34:34 | 0:34:35 | |
Sure, I'll go with you. | 0:34:37 | 0:34:39 | |
That's Dr Black's car. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:41 | |
He was at the Hanlons'. | 0:34:41 | 0:34:43 | |
-Come on. He'll do you no harm. -I don't want to. | 0:34:43 | 0:34:46 | |
-Look, there's your Emma. -Well, bye, clever Emma. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
EMMA LAUGHS | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
Dr Black. | 0:34:52 | 0:34:53 | |
INDISTINCT CHATTER | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
-Mrs Coyne. -Goodbye. | 0:34:55 | 0:34:57 | |
I don't want to, either. | 0:34:57 | 0:34:59 | |
DOOR SHUTS | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
Gosh! He's really nice. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:17 | |
I can't believe he's Burgess Black's son. | 0:35:17 | 0:35:20 | |
Talk about chalk and cheese. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:22 | |
Do you think I could go in and see him... | 0:35:22 | 0:35:25 | |
before he goes back to medical school? | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
Did he ask you? | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
Not as such, | 0:35:29 | 0:35:31 | |
but I could tell he's interested. | 0:35:31 | 0:35:33 | |
Gosh! | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
What's happening to my shrinking violet? | 0:35:35 | 0:35:38 | |
I could be sick. I could have the flu. | 0:35:38 | 0:35:40 | |
-And Dr Black could call out, and... -Emma... | 0:35:40 | 0:35:42 | |
Emma, he's much older than you. | 0:35:42 | 0:35:45 | |
Dad's much older than you, | 0:35:45 | 0:35:47 | |
and that's worked out all right, hasn't it? | 0:35:47 | 0:35:50 | |
EXASPERATED SIGH | 0:35:53 | 0:35:55 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:36:06 | 0:36:08 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:36:15 | 0:36:16 | |
Francis! What on earth are you doing? | 0:36:16 | 0:36:18 | |
-Nothing. -Well...stop it. It's very scary. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:22 | |
What? | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
Will I have to go to court? | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
Yes, where you'll probably be horsewhipped and hanged. | 0:36:29 | 0:36:32 | |
No! Why would you have to go to court? | 0:36:33 | 0:36:35 | |
I was on the boat. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:38 | |
And if they make me go to court, Mum says always to tell the truth, | 0:36:39 | 0:36:43 | |
and if the judge asks me... | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
Francis, listen, you don't have to go to court. | 0:36:45 | 0:36:48 | |
How do you know? | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
I just do. Habeas corpus and so on. | 0:36:50 | 0:36:52 | |
-Promise? -Promise. | 0:36:52 | 0:36:55 | |
And anyway, Mum and Dad have already gone. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:57 | |
So, short of the tumbrel coming for you, you're safe. | 0:36:57 | 0:37:01 | |
Now, out of here. | 0:37:01 | 0:37:02 | |
Sally has bread and jam. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:04 | |
Where are you going? | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
That's for me to know. I'm going to lock you in! | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
What's a tumbrel? | 0:37:09 | 0:37:11 | |
Emma! | 0:37:11 | 0:37:13 | |
-LOCK CLATTERS -Don't lock me in! | 0:37:13 | 0:37:15 | |
I did the stock taking today. | 0:37:18 | 0:37:19 | |
I should be angry. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:23 | |
Where are they? In the lough? | 0:37:27 | 0:37:29 | |
In a ditch? Buried? | 0:37:30 | 0:37:31 | |
The tins? | 0:37:34 | 0:37:36 | |
No, the fresh pineapple we normally stock(!) Yes, the tins. | 0:37:36 | 0:37:40 | |
A dozen tins of corned beef. Like hen's bloody teeth. | 0:37:40 | 0:37:43 | |
What did you do with them, Rose? | 0:37:43 | 0:37:45 | |
I disposed of them. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:47 | |
-What a bloody waste. -I didn't waste them. I... | 0:37:49 | 0:37:51 | |
..took the stigma of the black market off them. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
Black market? 12 tins of corned beef. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:59 | |
You're always right, Rose. Do you know that? | 0:38:02 | 0:38:04 | |
You know, whatever comes into that head of yours, | 0:38:04 | 0:38:06 | |
that's the right thing. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:07 | |
Mrs Coyne. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:31 | |
What's the mistress doing here? | 0:38:33 | 0:38:36 | |
I don't know. | 0:38:36 | 0:38:37 | |
I'm just brave and glad she's not in charge of the court the day, | 0:38:37 | 0:38:40 | |
I'll tell you, cos if she was, you'd be going down. | 0:38:40 | 0:38:43 | |
Sir Frederick's the RM, Michael. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
He's a great man for sending people to jail. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:56 | |
I'd fear for David Hanlon. | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
RATTLING | 0:39:00 | 0:39:02 | |
DOOR OPENS | 0:39:02 | 0:39:03 | |
-Francis, what are you doing in here? -Emma locked me in. | 0:39:06 | 0:39:09 | |
-Where did she go? -She wouldn't tell me. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:14 | |
Maybe she went to the library, to get a book, do you think? | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
Francis, do you know what "mordant" means? | 0:39:20 | 0:39:23 | |
Do you know what a tumbrel is? | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
No. | 0:39:35 | 0:39:36 | |
Mr Prince, | 0:39:39 | 0:39:41 | |
David Hanlon claims you hit him first. | 0:39:41 | 0:39:44 | |
Did you? | 0:39:44 | 0:39:46 | |
I did not. | 0:39:46 | 0:39:48 | |
I defended myself after he struck me. | 0:39:48 | 0:39:50 | |
Let me read you the list... | 0:39:51 | 0:39:53 | |
the litany of injuries sustained by David Hanlon. | 0:39:53 | 0:39:57 | |
A cut lip. | 0:39:57 | 0:39:58 | |
Contusion to the left side of the face. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:00 | |
-Bruised ribs. Black eye. -MURMURING | 0:40:00 | 0:40:04 | |
Does this sound like self-defence? | 0:40:04 | 0:40:05 | |
Hanlon kept trying to knock me into the lough. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:09 | |
I had to defend myself from him... and his brother. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:12 | |
You threw David Hanlon into the water, isn't that right? | 0:40:12 | 0:40:15 | |
He fell in himself. | 0:40:15 | 0:40:18 | |
He aimed a kick at me, overbalanced and fell in. | 0:40:18 | 0:40:22 | |
He shouted he was drowning. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:24 | |
You rescued him, Mr Prince? | 0:40:24 | 0:40:27 | |
I did, sir. | 0:40:27 | 0:40:28 | |
None of the fishermen can swim. | 0:40:28 | 0:40:31 | |
BELL CHIMES | 0:40:31 | 0:40:32 | |
Let me put it to you again, Mr Hanlon. | 0:40:44 | 0:40:46 | |
William Prince and Thomas Eliot have sworn under oath | 0:40:46 | 0:40:51 | |
that you struck the first blow. | 0:40:51 | 0:40:53 | |
You accept that that is so? | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
I do not. Prince hit me first. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:58 | |
So, you say that they are telling lies? | 0:40:58 | 0:41:02 | |
They are, surely. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:04 | |
The whole lot of them. | 0:41:05 | 0:41:07 | |
That is all, your honour. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
Jail for our friend. | 0:41:11 | 0:41:13 | |
Hello? | 0:41:41 | 0:41:42 | |
-Emma? -Yes. We met. | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
I remember. I mean, how could I forget? | 0:41:46 | 0:41:50 | |
How did you get here? | 0:41:52 | 0:41:54 | |
I cycled my bike. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:56 | |
And you came because...? | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
My parents, they're in the courthouse. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:04 | |
Oh, gosh, on what charge? | 0:42:04 | 0:42:05 | |
No! I didn't think so, Emma. | 0:42:07 | 0:42:10 | |
You know, I really liked your parents. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:12 | |
Chilly? | 0:42:14 | 0:42:15 | |
Would you like a hot chocolate? | 0:42:17 | 0:42:19 | |
Yeah? | 0:42:19 | 0:42:21 | |
Good. Come on in. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:24 | |
Clearly, David Hanlon resisted a legitimate attempt | 0:42:24 | 0:42:27 | |
by a lawfully constituted officer to prevent a poaching offence. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:31 | |
That he is in court today | 0:42:31 | 0:42:34 | |
-is due entirely to the heroic efforts of that officer... -Officer! | 0:42:34 | 0:42:38 | |
..who dragged him from the water in spite of fierce resistance. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:41 | |
I was not resistin'. | 0:42:41 | 0:42:43 | |
-I was scramblin'. -GAVEL BANGS | 0:42:43 | 0:42:45 | |
Sit down, Hanlon. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:46 | |
The evidence clearly shows he struck the first blow, | 0:42:46 | 0:42:49 | |
and in so doing, he... | 0:42:49 | 0:42:51 | |
I would like to speak... | 0:42:51 | 0:42:52 | |
..on behalf of all the defendants here. | 0:42:54 | 0:42:56 | |
Rose... | 0:42:57 | 0:42:59 | |
Jesus, Mr Coyne! Rein that woman in, would you? | 0:42:59 | 0:43:02 | |
You try it. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:04 | |
She's going to sink us. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
Every fisherman in this room is a defendant, if the truth be told. | 0:43:06 | 0:43:10 | |
-A defendant of... -Madam. | 0:43:10 | 0:43:11 | |
..rights that belong to him in common justice and natural law. | 0:43:11 | 0:43:14 | |
Rights that have been taken away from him. | 0:43:14 | 0:43:16 | |
Madam! | 0:43:18 | 0:43:19 | |
I will give you 30 days for contempt | 0:43:21 | 0:43:24 | |
if you do not pay attention to the bench. | 0:43:24 | 0:43:27 | |
Now... | 0:43:30 | 0:43:31 | |
..perhaps you might tell the court exactly who you are | 0:43:33 | 0:43:37 | |
and what you do. | 0:43:37 | 0:43:38 | |
My name is Rose Coyne. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:44 | |
I am the schoolmistress in Moybeg. | 0:43:45 | 0:43:47 | |
You were speaking to a motion of rights. | 0:43:49 | 0:43:53 | |
Would that be correct to say? | 0:43:53 | 0:43:54 | |
-You have two minutes. -Two minutes? | 0:43:57 | 0:43:59 | |
WATCH TICKS | 0:43:59 | 0:44:01 | |
To address the court. | 0:44:01 | 0:44:02 | |
Oh. | 0:44:03 | 0:44:04 | |
1 minute and 55 seconds. | 0:44:06 | 0:44:08 | |
Huh...! | 0:44:10 | 0:44:11 | |
Your honour... | 0:44:13 | 0:44:16 | |
when I said that every fisherman in this room was a defendant, | 0:44:16 | 0:44:20 | |
I meant this - | 0:44:20 | 0:44:22 | |
it is the whole fishing community that is on trial here, | 0:44:22 | 0:44:26 | |
not just these men. MURMURING | 0:44:26 | 0:44:27 | |
Fishermen have made their living on Lough Neagh from time immemorial. | 0:44:27 | 0:44:31 | |
But here, today, the Lough Neagh Eel Company | 0:44:31 | 0:44:35 | |
would deny them that living, citing a dusty charter from long ago. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:38 | |
-MURMUR OF AGREEMENT -That's right. | 0:44:38 | 0:44:40 | |
It's hard to believe that the rights to this vast stretch of common water | 0:44:40 | 0:44:44 | |
could have been given away to one family, but they were, to the Chichesters. | 0:44:44 | 0:44:47 | |
MURMURING And... | 0:44:47 | 0:44:49 | |
to add insult to injury, the grant was based on papers | 0:44:49 | 0:44:52 | |
that many now believe to be fraudulent. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:53 | |
Do they, now? | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
This is a matter of record, your honour. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
In the House of Lords. | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
CHEERING | 0:44:59 | 0:45:00 | |
Yes! | 0:45:00 | 0:45:02 | |
Oh... | 0:45:02 | 0:45:04 | |
But let us set that aside for the moment. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
Think how many eels there are in the lough. | 0:45:12 | 0:45:15 | |
Thousands upon thousands. | 0:45:17 | 0:45:20 | |
So many thousands that the Lough Neagh Eel Company | 0:45:20 | 0:45:22 | |
can trap them by the tonne, without effort, at Toome Weir. | 0:45:22 | 0:45:26 | |
Good girl, you. That's right! Toome Weir. | 0:45:26 | 0:45:29 | |
So many eels that the catches of the fishermen | 0:45:29 | 0:45:32 | |
cannot possibly make any difference to their numbers. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:36 | |
The Lough Neagh Eel Company is put to no loss by the fishermen, | 0:45:36 | 0:45:40 | |
your honour, so why does it try to take away their natural rights | 0:45:40 | 0:45:42 | |
from men who depend, and whose families depend, | 0:45:42 | 0:45:45 | |
on the meagre sums they are paid for their catches? | 0:45:45 | 0:45:48 | |
Mrs Coyne... | 0:45:48 | 0:45:50 | |
To arrest them and bring them to court... | 0:45:53 | 0:45:57 | |
..that is not justice in my view, your honour. It is... | 0:45:59 | 0:46:02 | |
..harassment, hounding... MURMUR OF AGREEMENT | 0:46:03 | 0:46:07 | |
..persecution. | 0:46:07 | 0:46:08 | |
CHEERING | 0:46:08 | 0:46:10 | |
Well said, the mistress! | 0:46:10 | 0:46:13 | |
GAVEL BANGS | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
For the avoidance of doubt, | 0:46:17 | 0:46:19 | |
that is the last interruption that I will tolerate in this court. | 0:46:19 | 0:46:24 | |
Any further instances, | 0:46:25 | 0:46:27 | |
today or in the future, | 0:46:27 | 0:46:30 | |
will garner 30 days for contempt. | 0:46:30 | 0:46:32 | |
Well done. | 0:46:34 | 0:46:36 | |
Mrs Coyne... | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
..if you are taking as your source | 0:46:42 | 0:46:44 | |
Tim Healy's book on the lough, Stolen Waters... | 0:46:44 | 0:46:49 | |
Are you, Mrs Coyne? | 0:46:50 | 0:46:52 | |
Then be aware that it is not as obscure as you perhaps think it is. | 0:46:55 | 0:47:00 | |
Many of us have read it, Mrs Coyne. | 0:47:02 | 0:47:05 | |
And however unfair, some might say unjust, | 0:47:05 | 0:47:09 | |
the ruling of the House of Lords in 1911... | 0:47:09 | 0:47:14 | |
that ruling has passed into law. | 0:47:14 | 0:47:17 | |
And it is my job to administer the law. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:24 | |
So, here's the story. | 0:47:32 | 0:47:34 | |
Emma Coyne, who is much smarter than Andrew Black, it would seem, | 0:47:34 | 0:47:40 | |
is going to be kicking her heels for a year | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
before she goes off to take university by storm. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:45 | |
But... | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
I'm guessing there aren't too many jazz dens in Moybeg. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:52 | |
Will she not be bored? | 0:47:52 | 0:47:54 | |
Yes. Like anything. | 0:47:54 | 0:47:56 | |
Unless someone interesting calls by now and then. | 0:47:57 | 0:48:01 | |
That sounds like a fine offer, Miss Emma Coyne. | 0:48:02 | 0:48:05 | |
-Hey, Andrew. -Nick. | 0:48:09 | 0:48:11 | |
Oh, damn, is it that time? | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
I am so sorry, Emma. I have to go. | 0:48:15 | 0:48:18 | |
I have to meet a friend with... with old Nick here. | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
But we are going by the square. | 0:48:23 | 0:48:26 | |
So, if you would like, we could escort you, | 0:48:26 | 0:48:29 | |
like the fine young gentlemen that we are. | 0:48:29 | 0:48:31 | |
I have listened to the evidence. | 0:48:36 | 0:48:38 | |
And I have to say that I do not believe | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
the defendant's account of what happened for one second. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:45 | |
LOW MURMUR | 0:48:45 | 0:48:46 | |
I have formed a judgment | 0:48:48 | 0:48:49 | |
that he was the aggressor in every aspect of the incident. | 0:48:49 | 0:48:53 | |
I therefore find against the defendant. | 0:48:54 | 0:48:57 | |
The fact that the defendant struck, | 0:49:00 | 0:49:03 | |
and struck first, | 0:49:03 | 0:49:05 | |
would normally justify a custodial sentence. | 0:49:05 | 0:49:08 | |
But we have had a forceful reminder from Mrs Coyne | 0:49:12 | 0:49:16 | |
that the fishermen of Moybeg | 0:49:16 | 0:49:18 | |
have exercised their right to fish since, uh... | 0:49:18 | 0:49:22 | |
time immemorial, Mrs Coyne? | 0:49:22 | 0:49:25 | |
The court has no discretion in the administration of the law. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:34 | |
But it has some leeway in the matter of sentencing. | 0:49:36 | 0:49:40 | |
Taking this into account, | 0:49:42 | 0:49:44 | |
the defendant will be sworn over to keep the peace. | 0:49:44 | 0:49:48 | |
His pollan nets will be restored to him, but not his eel lines. | 0:49:48 | 0:49:53 | |
The court imposes the fine of £2 and the usual costs. | 0:49:53 | 0:49:57 | |
This court is adjourned. | 0:49:57 | 0:49:59 | |
CHEERING | 0:49:59 | 0:50:01 | |
PEOPLE EXPRESS THEIR GRATITUDE | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
No jail, by God. The mistress got him off. | 0:50:17 | 0:50:21 | |
Fair play to you, Mrs Coyne. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:26 | |
You stood up for us when no-one else would. | 0:50:26 | 0:50:30 | |
And you told them boys the truth. | 0:50:30 | 0:50:31 | |
The truth would have seen your son in jail, Mr Hanlon. | 0:50:31 | 0:50:35 | |
-What I stood up for was justice. -Aye, and we got it. | 0:50:35 | 0:50:38 | |
The first time that ever I remember. | 0:50:38 | 0:50:40 | |
Just don't ask me to stand up for what went on in your boat, | 0:50:40 | 0:50:42 | |
or in the byre, that night. | 0:50:42 | 0:50:44 | |
I, er, really enjoyed this afternoon, Emma. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:49 | |
I think maybe we should do it again sometime. | 0:50:49 | 0:50:53 | |
Gosh. Yes. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:55 | |
-MAN: -Well done, Mistress! -MAN 2: -Fair play to Mrs Coyne. | 0:50:55 | 0:50:57 | |
Oh, knickers! It's my mother. | 0:50:57 | 0:51:00 | |
The shame. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:01 | |
-What's she done? -Who knows? It's Mum. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:05 | |
-Anything can happen. Anything. -MAN: -Thank you very much. | 0:51:05 | 0:51:08 | |
Bye, Emma. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:10 | |
-WOMAN: -Well done, Mrs Coyne. You did us proud. | 0:51:10 | 0:51:13 | |
-WOMAN 2: -You did a grand job, Mrs Coyne. Thank you. Thanks again. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:17 | |
MAN: Thank you very much. | 0:51:21 | 0:51:23 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:51:26 | 0:51:28 | |
You made a show of me, Rose. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:30 | |
And for what? For men you don't even like. | 0:51:31 | 0:51:34 | |
It's their lough. HE SCOFFS | 0:51:34 | 0:51:36 | |
-It's their livelihood. -And the pub? | 0:51:36 | 0:51:39 | |
Our livelihood that they emptied? | 0:51:39 | 0:51:41 | |
I got that back. | 0:51:41 | 0:51:43 | |
Michael, listen, I know Ned isn't a very nice man. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:49 | |
You're the one tried to shoot him. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:50 | |
But that doesn't mean he should be a trespasser in his own place. | 0:51:50 | 0:51:53 | |
I didn't mean to make a show of you, Michael, I promise. | 0:51:57 | 0:51:59 | |
If I made a show of anyone, it was me. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:01 | |
Michael? | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
Michael? | 0:52:19 | 0:52:20 | |
-Is Daddy all right? -Course. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:30 | |
Did Davey go to jail? | 0:52:31 | 0:52:33 | |
No. | 0:52:33 | 0:52:34 | |
Did he tell the truth? | 0:52:37 | 0:52:38 | |
The truth... | 0:52:40 | 0:52:42 | |
a truth emerged, against all the odds. | 0:52:42 | 0:52:45 | |
Mummy, are you all right? | 0:52:47 | 0:52:49 | |
Course. | 0:52:49 | 0:52:51 | |
Don't be too long. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:56 | |
SOFT THUMP OUTSIDE | 0:53:05 | 0:53:06 | |
That's them back. We'll find out how Davey Hanlon fared. | 0:53:08 | 0:53:12 | |
Aye. | 0:53:12 | 0:53:14 | |
Whatever happened, losing the eel lines, Sally, it, um... | 0:53:14 | 0:53:18 | |
it leaves me a wee bit short. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:19 | |
For stout, like. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:22 | |
COINS RATTLE | 0:53:26 | 0:53:28 | |
Go on. | 0:53:31 | 0:53:32 | |
You're the heart of corn, Sally Quinn. | 0:53:35 | 0:53:37 | |
Hello, Barney! | 0:54:06 | 0:54:08 | |
BICYCLE BELL RINGS | 0:54:08 | 0:54:09 | |
VEHICLE APPROACHES | 0:54:21 | 0:54:23 | |
Captain Dreyfuss. | 0:54:32 | 0:54:34 | |
-La Pasionaria of Moybeg, I presume. -Oh, God. You heard? Oh! | 0:54:34 | 0:54:38 | |
Everyone heard. | 0:54:38 | 0:54:39 | |
The story is, you stood up for the rights of the common man, | 0:54:39 | 0:54:42 | |
and for fishing. | 0:54:42 | 0:54:44 | |
Ticks a few boxes for the American male, that. | 0:54:44 | 0:54:46 | |
Turns out everyone knew the Stolen Waters thing. | 0:54:46 | 0:54:49 | |
Well, everyone except me. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
But, yes, Rose Coyne was definitely on her feet. | 0:54:53 | 0:54:56 | |
Hm! I hope everyone was properly thankful. | 0:54:56 | 0:55:00 | |
I didn't want thanks. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:01 | |
I could have done with a bit of understanding. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:03 | |
Understanding? From those Hanlon guys? | 0:55:03 | 0:55:06 | |
No, from Michael. | 0:55:06 | 0:55:07 | |
I think I just said, "My husband doesn't understand me." | 0:55:09 | 0:55:11 | |
I have some good news for you. | 0:55:15 | 0:55:17 | |
I spoke to Colonel Cresswell. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:19 | |
He's going to shorten the ban. | 0:55:19 | 0:55:21 | |
Oh! | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
Oh, God. Uh... | 0:55:23 | 0:55:24 | |
The men will be allowed to drink in the pub within a fortnight. | 0:55:26 | 0:55:28 | |
Goodbye, Mrs Coyne. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:33 | |
Huh! | 0:55:33 | 0:55:35 | |
Rose... | 0:55:43 | 0:55:45 | |
Captain Dreyfuss, call me Rose. | 0:55:45 | 0:55:47 | |
Huh! | 0:55:49 | 0:55:51 | |
I came to tell you - Davey Hanlon got off, | 0:55:52 | 0:55:54 | |
and I didn't have to tell any lies. | 0:55:54 | 0:55:56 | |
Not like that Maisie Quinn. | 0:56:01 | 0:56:02 | |
There was no sweets in the dump at all. | 0:56:04 | 0:56:07 | |
Not one. | 0:56:07 | 0:56:08 | |
But Mummy got this. | 0:56:09 | 0:56:12 | |
What is it? | 0:56:12 | 0:56:13 | |
It's dee-licious, is what it is. Do you want a bite? | 0:56:15 | 0:56:18 | |
No. That's too much. | 0:56:22 | 0:56:24 | |
What is it? | 0:56:27 | 0:56:28 | |
Mummy says it's corned beef. | 0:56:34 | 0:56:35 | |
Corned beef? | 0:56:36 | 0:56:38 | |
Yeah. | 0:56:38 | 0:56:40 | |
Mum says it's corned beef. I don't know. | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
'These days, Davey Hanlon's grandchildren | 0:56:46 | 0:56:48 | |
'are free to fish the lough, | 0:56:48 | 0:56:51 | |
'but not because the great injustice of the Stolen Waters was righted. | 0:56:51 | 0:56:56 | |
'It was time and trade that brought the change. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
'My mother's speech, of course, | 0:57:00 | 0:57:02 | |
'didn't win the fishermen those rights, | 0:57:02 | 0:57:04 | |
'but it was a beginning, let's say. | 0:57:04 | 0:57:07 | |
'Or a middle. Or an end. | 0:57:07 | 0:57:11 | |
'Something.' | 0:57:11 | 0:57:12 | |
There's a price to be paid | 0:57:14 | 0:57:15 | |
for everything taken from its rightful owner. | 0:57:15 | 0:57:18 | |
My sister's got scarlet fever. It's our fault. | 0:57:18 | 0:57:21 | |
I'm sorry about this, Michael. I know you're not involved. | 0:57:21 | 0:57:25 | |
If we can't do this honestly, then we shouldn't do it at all. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
You're the nurse! | 0:57:28 | 0:57:30 | |
Lieutenant Ziegler. Tillie. | 0:57:30 | 0:57:32 | |
I feel like I should be able to make you stop being sad. | 0:57:32 | 0:57:38 |