Good Vibrations
# I wandered so aimless
Life filed with sin
# I wouldn't let my
dear saviour in
# Then Jesus came like
a stranger in the night
# Praise the Lord, I saw the light
# I saw the light, I saw the light
# No more darkness
No more night
# Now I'm so happy
No sorrow in sight
# Praise the Lord,
I saw the light
Once upon a time,
in the city of Belfast,
there lived a boy named
Terry, with a "Y".
# I saw the light, I saw the light #
And everything in Terry's
garden was rosy.
Well, nearly everything.
Fenian lovers!
F*** off back to England!
Commie bastard!
Go on, get him.
My dad's not a communist,
he's a socialist!
And then Terry was Terri with an "I".
Is he gonna be blinded?
He's going to be fine.
I'm afraid it will mean a glass eye.
He's just gonna see
things differently.
What a f***ing nightmare!
Mind you your language.
And they call this a revolution?
Meanwhile, there was
another day of rioting
across the city,
with petrol bombs...
Some people did call it a revolution.
Some people called it "The Troubles",
an equally useless word.
I'd been going out in this
town since I was 15.
I saw Roy Orbison at the Ritz.
I saw the Rolling Stones at the Ulster Hall.
I saw Dylan. I saw Hendrix. I saw the Who.
The Animals. I saw the Kinks.
I saw everyone. Everyone
who came to Belfast, that is,
and everyone did come.
Until they stopped coming.
Here.
- I thought we said ten?
- Ten for the whole night.
That's you finished.
Why?
Why? Look around you.
Nobody wants to go out any more.
She does.
A proper record collection should
have a track for every moment,
and this was the moment
for The Shangri-Las.
Are you here on your own?
I was out for a walk
and heard the music.
Thought I'd come in and see
if it was as lively as it sounded.
It wasn't always like this.
There were nights you had to queue
here just to get on the guest list.
I don't mean to be cheeky, but you don't
look like a man with that many friends.
Hmm.
You wanna know the truth of it?
I still have lots of friends.
Lots ofanarchist friends,
and Marxist friends,
and socialist friends, and pacifist friends,
and feminist friends and...
friends who were f***-all.
And then the first shot was fired,
the first bomb exploded,
and suddenly I didn't have any more
Marxist or feminist or anarchist friends.
I just had Catholic friends
and Protestant friends.
And I don't consider myself either.
So...
So now nobody likes you?
So now I'm just a bit more choosy
about my friends.
Anyway, you're one to talk.
Where's your gang?
They don't like dancing
as much as I do.
Have you a pen?
I'm an English student.
It's compulsory.
Stick your name at the top of that.
Are you Martian?
Stop it, it's Ruth. R-U-T-H.
Well, R-U-T-H, congratulations.
You're the first name
on my new guest list.
D'you wanna come back
to my mum and dad's?
No. D'you wanna go back
to my mum and dad's?
No.
They say when you marry,
you marry your partner's friends, too.
Eric told Ruth she'd get
the arse end of that deal.
She laughed.
I don't think he was joking.
Eric and I had been
comrades since our teens.
It was one of those special bonds.
Part pharmaceutical,
part philosophical.
See, what baffles me...
Jamaica and Belfast have
got so much in common.
Cops and soldiers
giving people grief day in, day out.
Armed gangs wandering the streets,
murdering people for f***-all.
Only they've got reggae,
and what have we got?
Shite?
Utter shite.
We stood side by side against
the dark forces on our streets,
especially the ones who
used to be our friends.
Marty. Ned.
- Forgotten about those.
- No kiddin'?
Does it not get lonely being
the last man standing?
Do your feet a favour, take 'em
out dancing like you used to.
See you around.
F***ing hope not.
Ruth's friends, now, Dave and Marilyn?
Dead odd people.
People you could talk to.
Tell you another thing I hate,
that word "communities".
Whenever anybody in Northern
Ireland says "community",
what they're really saying is "side".
- You're dead right, it's false
consciousness. - Whereas "collective"...
People of all religions and none
working to a common end.
Er, mind your feet there, Dave.
Turk.
Don't tell me.
It's Hank Williams' birthday?
Roy Rogers'?
Desperate Dan's?
Nice hat, Eric.
Terri. Are these all your clothes?
These are my clothes.
All those are my records.
- Terri.
- Where do you want them?
- Back room for now.
- All of them?
Terri.
Just came round to tell you I'm
clearing off to London for a while.
Don't take it so hard.
You're still special.
Couple of our old anti-war
pals were there.
That f***er Marty?
No, the other crowd.
Except, of course, they're all
a bit more pro-war these days.
F*** me!
Told me I was lucky it wasn't a bullet.
- For what? Dealing a bit of blow?
- It's not the drugs.
It was me. It's you, Terri.
They let on like they're rebels.
But we show them up to be
just cops in balaclavas.
They want us off the streets.
You are everything to me.
I'll settle for being the
most important.
And who could argue with that?
It was so simple.
Swap rings, get a mortgage,
normal life.
I forgot, though,
where we were living
and what was passing for normality.
Just leave him.
Get in, will ya?
Terri, you say you knew this fella?
From the '60s.
He was a prick back then
and he's a prick now.
Only now he's a prick with a gun.
D'you think maybe it's time
we got out of here?
That's what they expect!
That's what they want!
Terri?
- Say that again.
On Great Victoria Street?
Bomb Alley?
Aye, you'll have to use
a bit of imagination.
So, wholefood shop down here,
I'll have the People's Printing
Press on the top floor
and your shop here in the middle.
F***ing brilliant!
Do you know how long it's been
since I had someone in here
telling me he wanted
to open something?
I don't suppose you've
any collateral?
I wouldn't get my hopes up.
These people won the
Nobel Prize, Dave.
One million pounds to promote
peace and love in Northern Ireland.
I and I is bringing reggae
to the people of Belfast.
Good luck.
One love.
F***ing hippies!
became targets for revenge
following the shooting dead
of three Roman Catholics
from the same area in
a bar on Saturday night.
Following the murders, the mother of one
of the victims appealed for no retaliation,
but despite that appeal,
retaliation was swift.
Politicians across the divide have
expressed their condemnation of...
- What's that?
- I got a job.
...fears of further revenge attacks.
The murders are further evidence...
- Truant officer?
- Don't say anything.
...on either side are far from over.
To date, more than 1,000 people
have been killed in The Troubles,
many in circumstances that should
remind the terrorists' claims
that they have no wish
to harm innocent people.
The question of a...
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