Synopsis: Saxophonist Danny witnesses the murder of his band manager and a deaf-mute girl after a gig. Questioned by the police, he remembers only the orthopedic shoes of the killers' leader. So begins his quest to avenge her. He seeks an answer to the simple question 'Why?' but finds only more, and deeper, questions which resonate with the wider context of 'the Troubles', the inter-communal strife gripping the modern-day Northern Ireland which is the film's setting.
Genre: Drama, Music
92 min


You've got an audience.

Give her the soldier's song.

What's your name?

It's a saxophone.

Now, come on lads, it's not

the bloody Hall Orchestra

It's not the Albert Hall.

Van Morrison, eat your heart out.

Here he is lads, the "Stan Getz"

of South Armagh.

Where's the girl?

What girl?

She comes with the hall.

Have we been here before?

Aye. They liked us too.

We got a bigger crowd than Dickie Rock.

Are they paying us danger money?

Now, now lads. We're musicians,

and music hath charms.

Are you developing a lisp?


Where is the band-room in this kip?

It's in the back there.

And tell Dee to make it snappy.

I think he's developing a lisp.


Your man.

A bit more round the eyes.

Give over.

That's nice.

I have to look good.

To keep you boys in business.

You always do.

Will you be around later?

Ask my manager.

F*ck your manager.

Aye, maybe I will ..


Give over will you, and zip me up.

See you later.

You're not coming in?

It's for my saxophone.

Come on.

She's with me.

Rules of the hall. No passes.

I love you.

Two pounds.

Now you happy?

She's not worth half that.

Are you, honey?

Will we dance?

Do you come here often?

Aye, you do don't you.

You shouldn't smile so much.

It will set people thinking.

It's time you were on stage.

You look after her now.

Come on, let's show them sunshine.

Stop them all holding up the walls.

Good, isn't he?

That good he's ridiculous.

Look, uh .. I'm going to have to

leave you. I've got things to do.

I said I've got things to do.

That's better.

You call this a honeymoon?

Aye. He does, he calls it a honeymoon.

Ah leave him be. My John is sentimental.

This is the place where he picked me up.

You love that, don't you.

Aye, but am I any good?

You're not bad.

Louis, let's dance.

You know I can't dance.

Come on, it's my wedding day.

"Well, you only want to live, but

you've got to get every part of me."

"You've got to get to the heart of me."

"I haven't got a gun in my hand."

"And I haven't got a ticket

to the promised land."

"I'm a woman, you're man."

Good, aren't they.

"I'm not looking for a

guide to the body's soul."

You get the f*ck out!

You little shit.

Now you stay away from me

and my band. Do you hear me?

Don't come round here again!

You can just go and sing for your money.

I'm protected already.

Now I'm warning you. Don't

you come near me again.

Or you'll find yourself missing a

kneecap. That's an order .. get out!

Why aren't you up there?

They don't need me for this.

Did you used to play the Las Vegas?

They had a sax-man was just like you.

We all look just the same.

Going to ask me to dance?

Will you dance?

I can't. I'm married.

What the f*ck you doing talking to him?


Come on .. come on.



So .. you asked your manager.

Sorry, I thought you were her.

Her that sings.

You're too young.

You really like him that much, eh?

Where the hell is he?

You go home with Bill. I'll take him.

Tell him where to put it too.

It's a "wishing tree".

Are you alright?

Is this what they taught

you in convent school?

You can't hear me, can you?

You're beautiful.

Did you hear that?

Blow the hall if you like lads,

but leave me be.

You were making payments.

I was told to.

You've been a bad boy.

Who the f*ck is she?

It doesn't matter who she is.

Go on.

Why didn't you stay?

Come on .. come on! I'll help you.

I'll teach you to sing.

Jesus .. Christ ..

It's so quiet now, out there.

You'd think it was ..



What do you know Mr Bloom?

Nothing more than you do.

You're supposed to ask me questions.

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Neil Jordan

Neil Patrick Jordan is an Irish film director, screenwriter and novelist. He won an Academy Award for The Crying Game. He also won the Silver Bear for Best Director at the Berlin International Film Festival for The Butcher Boy. more…

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