Jimmy's Hall Page #2

and he still has all his poetry and

books from the foreign countries.

He said he'd do the lessons

again if there was a hall there.

He really wants to do it.

Please, Jimmy.

And the music by Molly and

the singing by Oonagh.

There's nothing round here for us.

There's no work.

There's nowhere for us to go.

We can't go to America

the same as yourself.

The rules of immigration

has changed. We're stuck here.

Stop going around in circles. Just

ask the man what we came here for.

We want to dance, Jimmy. Somewhere

where we won't be getting a guard...

or a priest poking

at us with a stick.

Somewhere warm. Please, Jimmy,

will you open up the hall again?

Aye.

It's falling to pieces.

It's not even safe any more.

You don't understand.

Come on, boy. Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy. Come on. Come on.

At least think about it, will you?

Think about it, yeah?

So much for the legend

of Jimmy Gralton.

You better change the

name of the hall.

James Connolly will be

turning in his grave.

Right. Come on, up.

So, how long have you

been working at this?

Oh, for the past few months,

whenever the lads get a bit of free time,

in the evenings, at the weekends.

We're planning on opening in two or

three weeks, and we're on schedule.

Ah, Dessie, for Jesus' sake! Hello?

- Can I have one of these?

- Dessie! Come on!

I'm after milking six cows this morning.

I'm starved of the hunger.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph,

give me patience!

Look at him with the

sandwich in his mouth.

Up we go. How's that?

- Jesus!

- Shite! Shite!

The Tans burnt the church hall

down in Gowell about a year ago,

- so we decided to build our own.

- With, er, what money?

I had some savings from the States,

and a few friends, too.

So, if it's your money and your land,

does that mean that it's your hall?

No. It's built by the voluntary

labour of the community,

and it's run by an elected committee.

I'll teach art, and Molly and

Oonagh will teach the music.

And Mossie the boxing, gymnastics,

woodwork. Literature.

And every penny'll go back

into the hall to buy materials.

Musical instruments, books...

And we'll have the best damned

dances in the whole country.

I just spoke to your parish priest.

Not best pleased.

Even said that all the horses

that dragged the sand here

will die within a year.

Is he a priest or a witch doctor?

Our opposition is still the same,

the masters and the pastors.

Come in, Father. You're welcome.

Gralton, you come out.

It's Mr Gralton to you, Sheridan.

Who in the hell do you think you are,

running classes in my parish

without my permission?

No permission required.

That's the point, we built it ourselves.

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