In the Name of the Father

Gerry Conlon:
I'm a free man, and I'm going out the front door.

Gerry Conlon:
That was a good day's work, McAndrew. A good day's work.

Joe McAndrew:
Get away from me.

Gerry Conlon:
You're not looking me in the eye when you're speaking to me. You see, I know how to look at people without blinking as well. In all my god-forsaken life I have never known what it was like to want to kill somebody until now. You're a brave man, Joe. A brave man.

Giuseppe Conlon:
I want you have some respect.

Gerry Conlon:
Respect for who?

Giuseppe Conlon:
For yourself.

Gerry Conlon:
I'm an innocent man. I spent 15 years in prison for something I didn't do. I watched my father die in a British prison for something he didn't do. And this government still says he's guilty. I want to tell them that until my father is proved innocent, until all the people involved in this case are proved innocent, until the guilty ones are brought to justice, I will fight on. In the name of my father and of the truth!

Appeal Prosecutor:
My Lord, this is new evidence.

Appeal Judge:
It is shocking new evidence.

Appeal Prosecutor:
My lord, this evidence was not submitted at the trial that is under appeal.

Appeal Judge:
That, I believe, is the point that Mrs Pierce is trying to make. Proceed, Mrs Pierce.

Gerry Conlon:
I'll be older than you when I get out of this place. If I get out. Are you listening to me?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I'm not talking to you.

Gerry Conlon:
Now who's being childish?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I've not heard a sensible word out of you in two weeks. That stuff will kill you.

Gerry Conlon:
Sure. I'm dead anyway. Look I'm sorry. I'll not take it again as long as you live. Are you happy now?

Giuseppe Conlon:
No.

Gerry Conlon:
Why not?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I don't want you to take it whether I live or die.

Gerry Conlon:
Oh, give me strength. Ok, I'll do nothing to annoy you in your grave. Now are you happy?

Giuseppe Conlon:
Is that a promise?

Gerry Conlon:
Ay, maybe.

Gareth Peirce:
It's not the stairs that are killing your father Jerry.

Gerry Conlon:
Ay, what is it then?

Gareth Peirce:
It's your lack of faith.

Gerry Conlon:
Lack of faith? Faith in what?

Gareth Peirce:
In yourself.

Gerry Conlon:
I have faith in myself. Gerry Conlon. Lifer. 30 years sentence and I know how to survive it. No problem.

Gareth Peirce:
At what price?

Gerry Conlon:
I'll pay the full price. Don't you worry about it.

Gerry Conlon:
Was I always bad, was I?

Giuseppe Conlon:
Not always.

Gerry Conlon:
I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in here do I?

Giuseppe Conlon:
All they done was block out the light.

Giuseppe Conlon:
They can't block out the light in here.

Gerry Conlon:
What I remember most about my childhood is holding your hand. My wee hand in your big hand, and the smell of tobacco. I remember, I could smell the tobacco in the palm of your hand. When I want to feel happy, I try to remember the smell of tobacco.

Giuseppe Conlon:
Oh, my heart.

Giuseppe Conlon:
I'm going to die.

Gerry Conlon:
Don't be saying that.

Giuseppe Conlon:
I'm scared.

Gerry Conlon:
There's no reason to be scared. You have nothing to be scared about.

Giuseppe Conlon:
Don't you be comforting me when I can see the truth staring me in the face. I'm scared I'm gonna die here.

Gerry Conlon:
You're not dying alright?

Giuseppe Conlon:
Can I not say a thing without you contradicting me? I'm scared to leave your mother behind.

Gerry Conlon:
Look, you are not going to die alright? If you do, sure I can look after Ma alright.

Giuseppe Conlon:
You think I'd leave Sara in your care?

Gerry Conlon:
What do you mean?

Giuseppe Conlon:
You haven't the maturity to take care of yourself, let alone your mother.

Gerry Conlon:
When can I go back to Belfast?

Detective:
Next time you'll see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon.

Gerry Conlon:
I always wanted to be an astronaut.

Gareth Peirce:
It's not the stairs that are killing your father.

Gerry Conlon:
Aye, what is it then?

Gareth Peirce:
It's your lack of faith.

Gerry Conlon:
Lack of faith? Faith in what?

Gareth Peirce:
In yourself.

Gerry Conlon:
No. I have faith in myself. Gerry Conlon. Lifer. 30-year sentence. And I know how to survive it, no problem.

Gareth Peirce:
At what price?

Gerry Conlon:
I'll pay the f***in' price, don't you worry about it.

Gareth Peirce:
The price for what?

Gerry Conlon:
Aye. You're very good at the English, aren't you? You see, I don't understand your language. "Justice." "Mercy." "Clemency." I literally don't understand what those words mean. I'd like to put in an application to get all my teeth extracted. That way I could put my fist in my mouth and never speak another word of f***in' English so long as I live. Do you see what I'm saying... Mrs. Peirce is it?

Gareth Peirce:
Are you trying to impress me?

Gareth Peirce:
[after hearing of Gerry's father's death] Well, I think they ought to take the word 'compassion' out of the English dictionary.