Mickybo and Me

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Come on. Lift your feet.

Back in 1970,

the whole world knew

that Belfast was a divided city.

Neighborhoods

were turning into ghettos,

but I knew nothing about all that.

- Are you going dancing tonight, Dad?

- I am, son, aye.

You must love dancing, Dad.

I do, yeah.

How come

you don't like dancing, Mummy?

I'm a hopeless dancer, JonJo.

I have two left feet.

I'd only embarrass your dad.

Your mother's

more of a home bird, JonJo.

My world was no bigger

than four walls and a few quiet streets.

But that was before I met Mickybo.

- How are you, Dad?

- Go on, Son, show 'em who's boss.

Hold it. Hold it.

Will you catch yourself on, son.

Are you a man or a frigging wee girl?

Dad, next time

can we bring Mum for an ice-cream?

She can sit with me

when you're away doing the messages.

No, your mother's

not to know about this.

- This is our wee secret.

- Why, Dad?

If she knew you were eating ice-cream

before lunch, she'd do her nut.

- Aye, Dad, she would.

- That's why, Son.

Anyway, she doesn't even like ice-cream.

There's my bus.

See you after work, Son.

And go straight home, JonJo.

Help us.

- I've got you now, you thieving git.

- Run, he's got a big knife.

Little bastards, come back.

Run! Run!

- How did you do that?

- What?

I'm the fastest in my school.

I've never been beaten before.

You said run, so I ran.

Where are you from?

Up the road. Where do you live?

Over the bridge.

Are you in a gang?

Me and you could get Gank and Fartface,

kick 'em up the balls,

get me bike back.

- Who?

- From my road. They always chase me.

They stole my new Chopper bike.

But I stole their ball.

- Lend us this. Give you it back later.

- When?

After lunch. Down Palestine Street.

There's a broken van outside.

It's my da's.

The bridge was the dividing line

between us and them.

The Protestant and the Catholic.

I'd been told a million times

not to cross it.

The other side

was like the other side of the world.

Hello, love.

Who is it, Ma?

- Is it Mickybo you're looking for?

- Uh-huh.

It's a terrible thing, but we

had to sell him to the Gypsies.

Broke my heart.

But what had to be done, had to be done.

Come in.

No, no, darling, you sit your ground.

Sure, you must be exhausted.

Come in, son. You're just in time

for feeding time at the zoo.

My ma is nuts. Don't mind her.

Sit at the table.

I'll get you some toast.

- He's not hungry, Ma.

- Orange squash, then?

- He's not thirsty.

- Not that. Leave that.

That's for your father.

It's all that's left. A biscuit?

I told you, Ma.

He's not hungry. We're going out.

Can I have his biscuit, Ma?

Are you boys off adventuring

up the Amazon jungles today?

Well, better mind out

for those cannibals.

They'll eat you as soon as look at you.

Or are you conquering Everest? Huh?

Well, don't forget your woolly gloves.

- Mum!

- What? What is it, girls?

Nothing. Just wanted to say

lunch was lovely.

Well, they don't call me

Fanny Craddock for nothing, ladies.

You're not local, son.

- Where did our Micky find you at?

- Up over the bridge, missus.

- Does your mother allow you down here?

- Uh-huh.

Come on, we shouldn't be here.

How's that for you?

Oh, Sidney.

You're so strong.

Come on. Have you never seen

someone having a shag before?

Catch that, Torch Woman.

Go on, aim for her head.

Wee bastards.

Sidney, they're at it again!

Think you used enough dynamite?

Most of this is true.

And all of it blazes with action.

You've never met a pair

like Butch and Sundance.

They robbed trains, looted banks...

- Manos arriba!

- They got 'em up.

You're so smart, you read it.

When I was a kid,

I thought I was gonna grow up

to be a hero.

Ooooh, sh*t!

Beezer.

We'll come back tonight. Rob sixpence

off your dad for sweets, OK?

Leave us alone, mister,

we ain't done nothing wrong.

Give us another drop of tea there,

darling, will you?

Your da's gonna be a winner tomorrow.

I can feel it in my water.

You'll give me your crock of gold

for the housekeeping.

You'll not be blowing it

on new toys and those bloody horses.

The wee man

had to have a proper boy's bike.

Can't have him riding around on

hand-me-down girls bikes at his age.

And anyway

he's had nothing new for ages.

Aye, I know how he feels.

Didn't I get you

those washing gloves you wanted?

You'll get no respect if you look like

you've been dragged through a hedge.

- Aye, Dad, you've told me.

- Here.

You can always tell

the worth of a man by his shoes, Son.

You remember that.

- Always keep your shoes polished.

- Aye, Dad.

Daddy, can I have some money?

- What for?

- Nothing.

There you are.

Hey, don't go spending it all on

cigarettes and loose women, JJ.

Excuse me.

There's still about ten more

to come. What do you want?

Two tickets for Butch Cassidy

and the Sundance Kid, please, missus.

Away off and give my head peace. Next.

He said two tickets for

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

It's not for wee kids.

Now... frig off.

Or I'll set Sidney on yous.

Look, missus,

we spied you lumbering Sidney.

So if we don't get in, we're gonna

stand outside and tell everyone,

you're a big, dirty whore.

You've a filthy mouth on you, wee lad.

See, if you were my son, I'd wash

your mouth out with carbolic soap.

"Oh, Sidney. You're so strong, Sidney. "

Two, was it, boys?

- Aye, missus, two.

- In the balcony.

Ah, everythings got

to be perfect with you.

I just don't want to get there

and find out it stinks.

At least think about it.

All right, I'll think about it.

You didnt see Lefors

out there, did you?

Lefors? No.

Good. For a moment there,

I thought we were in trouble.

Fuego!

Fuego!

Fuego!

When he kicked the big ugly guy

up the balls.

That was class.

Here, I'm Butch, you be Sundance.

- Why?

- Cos I say so, that's why.

But I don't want to be Sundance.

I bagsie be Butch.

What's the matter with you?

I'm Butch, right?

You're Sundance and I'm Butch.

I started this gang. I run things here.

If I say you're Butch's horse,

you're my f***ing horse.

So what is it? The horse or Sundance?

When you put it that way,

I'll be Sundance.

Beezer. Now come on

and we'll blow up something, partner.

I'd never met

anyone like Mickybo before.

He was just different.

You owe me a ball, Mickybo.

But you two stole his new bike.

You're a right wee f***ing smart-arse,

aren't you?

This here's none of your business.

It's between us and Micky here.

- Where are you from, JonJo?

- Up the road.

Leave him alone, Fartface.

He's my partner.

Gank.

We don't like them 'uns

from up the road, do we, Gank?

- F***ing hate 'em.

- Which means we hate you, wee girl.

If we catch you here again,

fruiting about with wee Micky,

I'll make sure you never piss

straight again, understand?

Aggh!

Run, JonJo!

Do you think they'll come after us?

No, now we're a gang,

they'll leave me alone.

No one'll mess with you and me.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mummy.

Where have you been?

- Just out.

- Where?

Nowhere, Mum, just playing.

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