Borstal Boy

Form an orderly line, and have

your papers and identification ready.

Move along, please, and keep

to the left side.

Proceed immediately

to the customs hall, please.

Please have your baggage

ready for inspection.

I'm sure he's there.

Come here.

Where's your gun, you paddy bastard?

Eh?

You'll hang for this.

You little sh*t.

All right then. Come on. In you go.

You're the Irish bloke

they were talking about.

IRA,

F***ing hell

I'm Charlie Milwall.

I don't like f***ing sailors.

I love your Irish accent, china.

Who were you bringing the stuff to?

I'm no informer.

Do you know what happens when we hang you?

You swing there at the end of a rope

with the biggest hardon you ever had,

only it's too late.

You're dead. You've never had any.

Ever been with a girl, Brendan?

You do like girls, don't you, Brendan?

Maybe he doesn't like girls.

No? What's he doing with this then, eh?

That's not mine.

We need to know your contact in this murder gang.

The IRA is not a murder gang.

Then why are they being hanged for murder?

They're dying for the country.

Condemned men on the way.

Up the republic.

We'll teach you how to behave.

You Irish sh*t house.

Paddy bastard.

Brendan?

Brendan?

You're all right mate?

They were - putting a rope around my neck.

It's just a dream mate.

Is all it is. It's just a dream.

I could feel it .

Just a bad dream, is all it is..

Just a bad dream, Brendan.

Your're gonna be allright china.

You will be allright.

You stay away from me! Do you hear?

No. No. No. You're spoiling this .

No. No. No. You stay away from me.

Stay away from me!

The girl said she was seventeen.

I'd no idea she was so young.

I'm very sorry, mylord.

Three years borstal.

Next!

Three sodding years. Bastards.

Listen.

Apologize to the judge, agree to cooperate,

and you could be back home in Dublin by the end of the week.

Calling Brendan Behan.

You stand accused of the most heinous and vile conspiracy.

It would give me nothing but pleasure to don my black cap

and pronounce the severest sentence under the law.

I came here to fight for the Irish workers and small farmers republic.

I will not allow political speeches in my court!

Up the republic!

All right. All right. All right.

What did you get?

Are they going to hang you Irish or what?

I'm under age.

I got four years borstal.

All right you boys.

Come on, step lively.

? Safe journey?

Yes, sir. We have three civilians, for detention.

Excellent.

All right, boys. . Hands out of your pockets. Come on.

Lock him up.

Bet he's in for a rather unplesant time.

Gentlemen, there is not much point in escape.

There you go, Jock.

In the first place, it's so easy, there is no glory to it.

Second, the army are laying mine fields,

so it's jolly dangerous to be wandering about.

And third, the military is just up the road.

So, having caused everyone a great deal of bother,

You will be brought back.

So, don't sneak off without telling me.

I trust we shall have no further use of chains.

You are borstal boys now.

Are you the IRA boy?

Yes, sir.

Yes, I understand you had a rather rough time in Walton.

Well, that's all behind you now, so,

keep your nose clean and you will do fine.

Carry on chief!

Right you lads. Attention! Attention!

Quick march!

Jesus!

Do you feel like a kiddo boy?

You got that right.

Fellows, we got some new recruits.

Right chaps.

Just get your stuff organized beside the bed that you want.

Right?

I will have this one.

No, sir. That's my bed.

Was.

Sorry?

Sorry?

I'm in charge now. All right?

Hey, what's his story?

Polish Jew.

Caught stowed away in a British ship.

Why aren't you wearing shorts?

Head boy in each hut wears longs.

# We are the peat bog soldiers

# marching with their spades

# na .

Hey, Brendan.

How comes a Yid knows an Irish song?

No, it's a German song.

My granny taught it to me.

Was your granny from Germany?

No. She's Irish, but she's a communist.

And she knows every song from here to China and back.

Wish I had a granny like that.

Oi, you.

What's your name?

Milwall, sir.

Put your back into it, Milwall.

This is not an old ladies' camp.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

How long are you in for?

If the Germans come, I am dead.

I must get to Palestine.

There I am safe.

You'd be safer in a neutral country.

Like Ireland.

Neutral? What is neutral?

It is not in the war.

That's our way out.

Come on, lads.

You escape?

Vhen?

Not for a while.

There is someone I have to talk to first.

Come on.

We've not got all day.

Hey, guys.

Where the hell is my tobacco?

Who's the thief?

Look, I had a whole pack, and it's gone.

Maybe the pigs took it, ?

Jock.

How far did you get when you escaped?

Are you thinking on escaping?

I am the expert escaper round here.

How far did you get?

About five miles.

The whole area has been cleared of civilians in case there's an invasion.

'Course, only bastard has got a shotgun and a bloodhound.

Can't believe it.

Where we head if we ...

Train station.

I need to get to Glasgow. Nobody will find me, never.

What?

They found you easy enough the first time, didn't they?

Hey, nobody has escaped from here but me. Right?

I have a reputation to protect.

This is my escape.

I decide who goes.

What makes you so especial?

I'm a POW.

It's my duty to escape.

Eww. What's a POW?

Prisioner of war.

Well, if we are going to do it, we need do it right.

You know, I mean, get rid of these rags, get proper cloths and all.

The first thing we need is a map.

We need to know where we are going, Jock.

A map!

Where do we gonna get a map?

It is a rather unusual request.

These things are very hard to come by

in war time, but...

we'll do our best.

Thank you, sir.

It doesn't matter if it's

a second-hand ball, sir.

Once it's a ball.

Any type of real ball, sir.

Once it bounces, sir.

I do not see what this war

has got to do with you. You're Canadian.

What about Hitler?

We've all got to fight Hitler.

Excuse me, miss.

You dropped something.

- Oh, thank you.

Charlie Milwall, at your service, miss.

Thank you, Charlie.

Isn't she a bastard?

Just thinking about her is enough

to have your prick cut off.

See, what you buggers don't understand, is that

women are gagging for it.

Not from the likes of you,

you big scottish poof.

Hey. There's no poofters up north.

Can't say the same for in here.

I've got in love with that Scot waiting

from me in Glasgow.

That's why I'm going to escape.

I've got to.

I bet she is not as juicy as the one I did.

You what?

He's in for rape, isn't he?

Good, was she?

Better than you lot could ever imagine.

Bobby Emmell on our corner got married at sixteen.

He gets it every night.

Married?

What a mug.

You see, the best part is taking it

when it is not being offered.

I wouldn't mind having a go

at the governor's daughter.

Hello, Dad.

Elizabeth.

I'm home.

As you insisted.

Well, you can't stay in London

in the middle of the blitz.

I'd be in Paris if it wasn't

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