Belfast

- Hello there. - How are you, Frankie?

- Very well. - Buddy!

- You all right, Paddy? - Buddy!

You can't catch me.

I'm gonna catch you, just wait.

All right?

Buddy!

Buddy!

- - Buddy!

I'm speedy, you're not. You're slow.

I'm gonna get you.

Hiya, Moira. How are you?

- Very good, thank you. How are you? - I'm good.

And he's dribbling. Score now!

Buddy!!

No cheating. I did it fair and square, I'm telling ya.

You nearly got me.

Yes! Dragon slayer!

Hey, Buddy!

I win! I slayed the dragon!

Your ma's calling you! Your tea's ready!

All the rest of you too!

Yes!

I'll get you next time, Buddy.

Yes!

- Get back here! - You dirty bastard!

- Hiya, Buddy. - Hello, Mrs. Ford.

- Have you been fighting any dragons? - Only a couple.

I've got a couple in my house.

- Is that right, Mr. West? - Aye.

And can you lend us a shield, Buddy?

I'll see what I can do.

- Say hello to your daddy for me. - Will do.

Buddy, your ma's calling you for your tea.

- Thanks, Mrs. Kavanagh. - She says it's tripe and onions.

She did not.

- In a sandwich. - She did not.

She says you're a terrible man.

- - And she's right.

- -

Please. Please, we've done nothing.

Get the kids inside!

Get away from here. Go!

We don't want any trouble.

Come on! Get inside!

Mum!

Get out of here.

- You've been told. - Buddy!

Ma! -

Buddy!

'Mum! Mum! Mum! -

Keep your head down and don't move.

- - Will!

- Mum! - Will!

- Get in there. Come on. - Danny, where are you?

Get down and don't move.

Say nothing to nobody.

- Catholics out! - Easy, lads.

Get them upstairs!

Catholics out!

Get in the house. Mummy!

- All right, come on! -

Mummy! What's happening?

Keep him there and stay still.

- -

- Mum, what are you doing? - Will, stay where you are.

Mum!

You've been warned! Get these fuckers out of your street!

And if you talk to the police, we'll be back for you too!

Get the Catholics out!

Clear the street. Get out of it now.

Get down! Get yourselves down!

Stand back!

Holy God.

Belfast was in shock this morning

as the impact of last night's rioting was all too clear.

Small numbers of Catholics

still peacefully living in Protestant areas were targeted.

Their houses were attacked and marked,

and intimidation may force them to leave their homes completely.

Can these tightly knit neighborhoods

ever return to the peace they shared together only 24 hours ago?

Further reports suggest...

Up front, Frank. I'll show you where I put them.

Look, we need to get this barricade up before those kids come back, okay?

Are we taking all these paving stones to the barricade?

- Are we taking them all down? - We need them all.

Right.

ls poor Jane okay? Is she all right?

Don't you worry, Paddy.

We're not gonna let them back here again.

You're as welcome on this street as any of us.

All right, Buddy?

We're gonna have to get more.

We've got four more houses to do and that's the last pane of glass.

Fergus didn't come home last night.

I'm gonna go see Mrs. McGuinness now.

I saw Fergus down the road. He's coming now.

We have to do this. The police aren't going to protect us,

so we have to do it ourselves.

Is that all you can take in a barrow?

Kids, please, go inside.

I don't want you out here until it's all safe again. Come on.

Can you wheel that up to the front?

Frankie'|| show you where we're putting it.

Tell Paddy I'll be there in a minute to fix that.

I've got to nip into the house and get my tools.

Watch yourself getting up there, love.

Put them pallets over here. Over here.

Get them kids to stay away from them sharp edges.

- Everything on the floor. - Put my washing machine in.

- -

Bring them all round.

Keep it coming. We still need more.

Bring it up here. Come on. Keep it coming.

- -

Come on, lads!

The likeliest move is to bring troops into Belfast

in the hope of avoiding further clashes between rioters and police,

particularly the B-Specials.

Stand to the side!

Another 600 troops will be available this afternoon.

Off these streets now!

Get off the road. Stand back!

We're not stupid! You can't keep us in our houses!

The men of the 3rd Battalion of the Light Infantry

fly in from Plymouth to plug the gap left by the use of troops.

A curfew is another possibility which is being widely mentioned.

I've just come from the airport now.

I've literally just come from the airport. I live in that street.

That's my kids there. I live in number 96.

- Get up there quick. Quick. - Christ.

Stop.

Just let him through. His kids...

Where do you think you're going, love?

To bring my husband home. That's him on the other side there.

- Where's he been, then? - None of your bloody business.

Not with you in your hour of need? That's a bit off, isn't it?

- He works away in England. - Does he? What kind of work is that?

- He's a joiner. - I see.

Has he joined any of these groups making all this mess in your street?

He knew nothing about the whole bloody thing.

That's why he's here now. He's come home from his work to see his family.

Glad to hear it, madam.

All right?

All residents in this street please stay indoors.

They nearly had you there, Steve McQueen.

- I'll have you in a second, Frankie. - Come on, you two.

- Hi, boys. -

Stay in your homes tonight.

Stay in your homes tonight. Thank you very much.

- Okay? - Aye.

Space, the final frontier.

These ere the voyages of the Starship Enterprise...

Did they attack you?

No. It was only the Catholic houses.

Them boyos want them out.

Them peoples don't give you any bother in that street, do they?

Not at all. They're friends, they're family, same as us.

- They just kick with the left foot. - Exactly.

Sure, my best friend in the street is Mrs. Ganjawala.

She's Indian. She even comes to the wee mission with me.

Them curries. I tried one once.

I had to wear a nappy for a week.

- Will. - Oh, Mum. Sorry, Granny.

She's well able to handle herself.

It's being so cheerful keeps you going, isn't it?

I'm not gonna be running up the Cave Hill anytime soon, am I?

- There's just no knowing... - That's not easy.

...how it's gonna affect their schooling.

Will, would you turn that telly off and talk to your granny?

- Hi, Pop. - Hiya, Buddy.

Are you coming for your tea at mine?

Does the doctor wanna see you again?

Aye, he's given me a letter for the hospital.

- And did you go? - There's no point.

I think you've a few big decisions to make, Son.

Did you clear up that wee bit of trouble we were talking about?