Scripts des extraits vidéo
The Interrogation
Code temps : de 36:06 à 39:02
Durée : 2 min 56 sec
Script :
Damien: I'm a member of the Irish Republican Army and I demand to be treated as a political prisoner.
Soldier: No you're not, you're a murdering gangster who shoots young men in the back.
Damien: No, you’re wrong. I’m a democrat. In the last election, Sinn Féin won 73 seats out of a possible 105. Our mandate for an Irish Republic completely separate from Great Britain. A democratic decision.
British officer: Listen. That is not my responsibility. I’m just a soldier sent by my government.
Damien: Your government…which suppresses our Parliament…which bans our paper. Your presence here is a crime, a foreign occupation. You tell me what I’m supposed to do as a democrat. Turn the other cheeks for another 700 years?
Bristih officer: That is not my responsibility!
Damien: Get out of my country!
Bristih officer: What is your name?
Damien: Get out of my country!
Bristih officer: You’re not a bog cutter. Show me your hands. (Standing up and grasping Damien’s hand) Show me your fucking hands!
Damien: What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? Pull my fingernails off, is that it?
British officer (grasping Damien’s neck): What do you fucking well expect? (yelling) These men fought at the Somme, up to their necks in vomit, in filthy trenches, while their friends got blown apart in front of their eyes! (still yelling) Sort him out! (leaves the room. A British soldier comes into the room, ready to shoot at Damien).
British officer (back into the room, beats Damien and shouts again): Give me your name!
(Damien beaten up, moans on the ground. The officer is ready to pull the trigger.)
British officer: Your name! (lifting up Damien brutally while yelling at him) Your name! Come here!
British officer (still holding Damien firmly): Soldier! Shoot him in the temple! In the temple!
British Soldier: Can’t!
British officer (yelling): Do it! Do it! Do it! It’s an order! (The soldier finally shoots but there’s no bullet)
Tomorrow, military court and execution for possession of a firearm. (Leaves the room)
Damien (in a cell): “So I turned to the garden of love and priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and…and?
Dan: ...binding with briars, my joys and desires.” William Blake. I got deported to Wales. Frongoch Camp. Don’t tell these bastards, but they were the best years in my life. I learnt to read and write, and think.
The Treaty
Code temps : de 01:21:07 à 01:23:00
Durée : 1 min 53 sec
Script :
(Dark room in a cinema. Music soundtrack and announcement on the screen)
IRISH PEACE CONGRESS
Sinn Féin and Government Delegates meet and everyone hopes for a very happy settlement.
(Off voice. Man on the screen. Spectators’ applause. Announcement on the screen)
SUCCESS
British and Irish leaders sign Peace Treaty.
(Off voice. Piano soundtrack. Applause. Announcement on the screen)
The Agreement will establish a new Irish Free State.
(Off voice. Piano soundtrack. Applause and hoorays. Announcement on the screen)
It will have full control of customs, tariffs and economic policy.
(Off voice. Piano soundtrack. Applause. Off voice again and announcement)
The Irish Delegates who signed the treaty… (Off voice. Announcement on the screen. Off voice)
The new state will remain within the British Empire as a dominion.
(Stir in the audience. Off voice. Announcement on the screen)
Members of the new Parliament will swear an oath of allegiance to the British Crown.
(Stir in the audience. Off voice)
Damien (turning his head to one of his fellows): You see this?
A man in the audience: Splendid news says the King!
A man (shouting): What kind of peace is this?
Another man: They’re in the wrong!
Another man: I don’t have any fecking King!
Another man: Feck off!
(Stir in the audience. Off voice)
Damien: Is this what we fought for, is it? Is this what we fought for, is it? (Off voice. Piano soundtrack. Announcement on the screen)
Northern Ireland will remain within the United Kingdom. (Angry voices are being raised)
A man: A betrayal of 1916. (Piano soundtrack. Images on screen)
Damien: Look at this, boy! It’s all true.
Teddy (after the cinema show): Immediate and terrible war.
The Sermon
Code temps : de 01:39:16 à 01:42:00
Durée : 2 min 44 sec
Script :
The Father: I never thought I’d see the day. Military courts established in Ireland by Irishmen. Deportation or the death penalty for those caught with arms. In the name of God, what is going on? (Grasps a paper) I found this on the street during the week. (Reads the paper) “Under the Republic, the lands of the aristocracy who live in luxury in London will be seized and divided up against landless workers and small farmers. All industry and agriculture will be controlled by the state for the workers’ and farmers’ benefit. Not content with stealing your savings, they’ll be nationalizing the 12 apostles next.” (Joining his hands) My dear brethren, we have an opportunity for the first time in generations in this country for peace and prosperity. We have that opportunity without English soldiers marching up and down in our streets and outside our churches on a Sunday morning. We have that opportunity because we have signed a treaty. A treaty of peace. (Stir in the assembly). Quiet! (Grasping a letter) Let me remind those of you who have forgotten of the pastoral letter signed by Cardinal Logue and other bishops. Anti-Treatyite irregulars have, and I quote, “Wrecked Ireland from end to end. And all those who participate in such crimes are guilty of the gravest sins and may not be absolved in confession nor admitted to Holy Communion.” In other words, excommunication! (Pointing his finger) And this opinion of the treaty is not just the opinion of the Catholic Church, it is the opinion of other churches. And it is the opinion of every newspaper up and down at the length and breadth of this country. But most importantly, this treaty was ratified, overwhelmingly ratified, by the people in their democratic expression in the June election.
Damien (standing up): Can you tell me Father, how can there be a fair election in this country when the most powerful country in the world threatens war? This is not the will of the people. It is the fear of the people.
The Father: How dare you talk to me in the house of God! Silence! (Damien leaving) Damien O’Donovan, you’re a disgrace to the memory of your parents! (Yelling) Yes, get out!
A woman in the assembly behind Damien (standing up): The Free State Constitution was only printed the morning of the election. So, nobody had time to read it (interrupted by the Father)
The Father (yelling): Young lady, this is not a marketplace! Sit down, shut up, or get out of my church!
Damien (stepping back): And once again, the Catholic Church, with honourable exception, sides with the rich.
The Father: Get out!