"[voiceover] She's been staring at me for 33 years, do you know that? What it's like? Your mother blaming you for 33 years? Three bullets went into his head. You'd know that, though. Did you know another one hit a picture of a cat on the wall? It wasn't me who broke that picture, I never got the blame for that one, and if it wasn't me who broke the picture on the wall, it wasn't me who killed my brother. I didn't kill him like she said I did. It was you. It was you in the car arriving at her house and shooting three bullets into her son's head, making her grieve the way she did, blaming me the way she did. Well, I'm the one in the car now, visiting you. I'm the one in the car now. I'm the one in the car now."

"[voiceover, about Alistair] Swanning around the world talking about your feelings. A ticket to paradise. For killing a man! I mean, where would he have been without me? 40 years in the factory in Lurgan making egg cartons like the rest of us. Aye, not him! He can make a living telling the Pope, and the Queen, the Dalai fucking Lama how it feels to kill a man. How it feels, the suffering I have, the burden I carry. Why should you get women in pastel shades and rosy perfumes giving you tea and buns and wine from fucking Chile, just so's you can tell them how it feels to be putting three bullets into my brother's head?"

"Get rid of me, Joe...so that when you wake up in the morning, it's not me in your head, it's your daughters. Don't give them me. Go home and tell them that you've killed me off. That I'm gone, forever. I'm nothing. Nothing. Go home and tell them that and live your life for them."

"For me to talk about the man I have become, you need to know about the man I was. I was fourteen when I joined the tartan gangs and I was fifteen when I joined the UVF. At that time, don't forget, there were riots on the streets every week; petrol bombs everyday, and that was just in our town. When you got home and switched on the TV, you could see what was happening in every other town as well, and it was like we were under siege. Fathers and brothers and friends were being killed in the streets, and the feeling was we had to do something. We're all in this together and we all have to do something. The thing you have to remember; what you have to understand, is the mindset. Once you have signed up to terror, and joined the organization; the group, your mind closes right down. It becomes only our story that matters, not their story - the Catholics. It's only *my* people that are being killed, and here suffering and that need looking after. Catholics being killed? Doesn't enter your head. And so when I went up to Sammy, our local commander, and told him I wanted to kill a Catholic man, it wasn't a wrong thing for me to do. In my head, it was the proper; the just; the fair; the good thing to do, and so, it was easy. When I got to the house, there was a boy in the street. I didn't expect him to be there, but, there he was. I only looked at him for a moment because I had a job to do, but if I had known that he was Jim's brother, I would have shot him as well. It was in the mindset. It was tit-for-tat, and perhaps one more - why not? That's what it was like. I was only seventeen. I'd seen my people fighting ever since I was a wee boy. You'd take sides with your friends as a boy, but we weren't just throwing stones over the fence - we were shooting guns. What I want to tell people; what society must do is to stop people getting to the point where they join the group. Because when you get to that point it's too late. No-one's gonna stop you. No-one's gonna change your mind. And once you're in, you will do anything. You will kill anyone on the other side, because it's right to do it. Once your man has joined the group, society has lost him. And what he needs to hear are voices on his own side, stopping him before he goes in. There were no voices on my side, not on my side of the town, not in my estate. No-one was telling me anything other than that killing is right. It was only in prison when I heard that other voice. And the Muslims now - you know the kids now are like I was then. They need to hear those voices now, stopping them from thinking that killing is good. They need their own people to say "no". That's where they need to hear it, and that's where I would put my money - on making those voices heard in every mosque in the country. When I got home my Mother and Father were watching the TV and it came on the news that the man I had shot was dead. I was so excited, I couldn't wait for when I would get my congratulations. Sammy was gonna come knocking at my door, he was going to lead me out into the street and proudly walk me into the bar, and everybody was gonna stand up and applaud. Me, I would have shot anyone for that. And that is why I talk to anybody who will listen now to tell them to stop boys like me thinking that to shoot an innocent and decent man in the head is a good thing."

"[voiceover] I sit in meeting rooms all over the world and I help men to live with what they've done to a wife, a child, a stranger, a neighbour, how to live with that act of violence that's, you know, always there inside us. But I can't help myself. Sometimes I feel that this preacher is just the man I've become so that I can cheat my way through my life."

"Richard Dormer - Michael"

"Juliet Crawford - Cathy"

"Anamaria Marinca - Vika"

"Conor MacNeill - Dave"

"Mark Davison - Young Alistair"

"Liam Neeson - Alistair Little"

"James Nesbitt - Joe Griffin"

"[to Vika] The trouble with me is, I've got all the wrong feelings. But him! Oh, his feelings! They are just right, just perfect! He did it in cold blood, but now look at the man he has become! What is it like to kill a man," they all ask him? "Well, you have to understand..." And off he goes again, telling them all about this and that. But hats off to him, he's cracked it! He knows they all love to shake hands with a killer."

"[voiceover] I can do handshakes, Michael! And I can do victim. I can do handshake and victim both at the same time. But I've made a decision on this one. Reconciliation? You have no idea. A handshake? For killing my brother? For me taking the blame? 33 years of that? What do you think I am, a joke? If ever a man deserved a knife run through him, that scum of the earth. Truth and reconciliation? I'm going for revenge."

"I can take it Jimmy. Just not in the face."

"Tony Slattery - Deveroux"

"Jim Broadbent - Col"

"Andrée Bernard - Jane"

"Birdy Sweeney - Tommy"

"Joe Savino - Eddie"

"Breffni McKenna - Tinker"

"Adrian Dunbar -Maguire"

"Miranda Richardson - Jude"

"Forest Whitaker - Jody"

"Jaye Davidson - Dil"

"Stephen Rea - Fergus/Jimmy"

"The movie everyone is talking about... But no one is giving away its secrets."

"Play At Your Own Risk."

"I'm loud, darling, but never cheap."

"Robert Carlyle as Malachy (Frank's father)"

"Peter Halpin as Older Malachy"

"Devon Murray as Middle Malachy"

"Shane Murray-Corcoran as Young Malachy (as Shane Murray Corcoran)"

"Andrew Bennett as Narrator (Geriatric Frank)"

"Eanna MacLiam as Uncle Pat"

"Liam Carney as Uncle Pa Keating"

"Pauline McLynn as Aunt Aggie"

"Ronnie Masterson as Grandma Sheehan"

"Michael Legge as Older Frank"

"Ciaran Owens as Middle Frank"

"Joe Breen as Young Frank"

"Emily Watson as Angela McCourt (Frank's mother)"

"[To Angela] Give me a fag, woman. I'm telling you, that boy is a little shite!"

"[Puts a wafer on Frank's tongue] Will you stop your clucking and get back to your seat?! Corpus Christi."

"[At dancing lessons] Would you stop the frowning, McCourt?! You've a face on you like a pound of tripe!"

"We all miss Malachy. He's, uh, miss him? He... He's gone to join the army band! Playing the bugle. The bugle? Can you imagine that, playin' the bugle? Playin' the fool, more like."

"[Frank throws up his communion breakfast] I've got God in me backyard!"

"Everyone I know and half the poor of Limerick are here. They all owed the old bitch money. Well, not anymore. [Throws ledger book into the River Shannon]"

"[Frank is in bed watching his mother, who is also watching him as she starts stepping up the stairs in Laman Griffin's residence] I thought mam would come and kiss me good night, to say thank you for sticking up for her. But no, she went to him."