Five Pillars (2015)

Mike Kremastoules: Graham

Quotes 

• Graham : They chuck you out then?

  Darren : Honorable discharge. Medical grounds.

  Graham : [raises an eyebrow]  Don't know what your great granddad would've said about that.

  Darren : Yeah, well - things were different back then.

  Graham : He came out of the army when the job was done. Didn't cut and run leaving someone else to finish things.

  Darren : Neither did I.

  Graham : They're your family you know. Those lads you serve with. That's what he always used to tell me. He'd say that he had two families - the one back home and the one out there in Africa, where he was fighting.

  Darren : I've not come here to fight, granddad.

  Graham : Sounds like you don't want to fight anyone.

• Graham : Half of them don't bloody belong here anyway. They're not rioting for a cause, they're rioting for themselves.

  Darren : You reckon?

  Graham : There are no causes worth fighting for these days.

  Darren : No point in me staying in the army then, was there?

• Graham : Some folks have their reasons for falling out.

  Darren : What were yours?

  Graham : Probably the same as most people's. Fathers and sons don't see eye to eye sometimes and have to go their own way. Live their own lives.

• Graham : A lot of us were involved in that sort of thing in the 1970s. Young lads, we worked hard, looked around and saw a lot of these coloureds taking jobs, taking women, getting everything gien. There used to be a time when if you were a working class lad you had folks to look out for you - your mam, your dad, your community. Unions. Labour Party.

  [pause] 

  Graham : But all that changed.

• Graham : There was this group of lads, looked up to me like some kind of leader. They murdered a Sikh teenager from their school. Stabbed him to death with his own kirpan. Then they dumped his body outside my house like some kind of offering.

• Graham : What have I done for you, England, my England? / What is there I would not do? / With your glorious eye austere / As the Lord were walking near / Whispering terrible things and dear / As the Song on your bugles blown / England! / Round the world your bugles blown!