Some Mother's Son
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- Year:
- 1996
- 112 min
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I know full well the
responsibilities that await me
as I enter the door
of number 10,
and I'll strive unceasingly
to try to fulfill
the trust and confidence
that the British people
have placed in me
and the things
in which I believe,
and I would just
like to remember
some words of
Saint Francis of Assisi,
which I think are really
just particularly apt
at the moment--
"where there is discord,
may we bring harmony.
"Where there is error,
"may we bring truth.
"Where there is doubt,
"may we bring faith.
"And where there is despair,
may we bring hope."
What are those bastards
doing at the bridge?
Clear the road!
an entirely new approach
to the northern Ireland problem.
We've drawn up
a 3-pronged strategy--
isolation,
criminalization,
demoralization.
We've cut off these routes
across the border.
We've taken control
of these roads.
We isolate the communities.
Criminalization--
these people are criminals.
They are not soldiers.
They are not guerrillas.
There is no war.
There is only crime.
Demoralization--
I want to see
these people in jail.
Tim, what's the situation
in the prisons at the moment?
In our experience,
getting involved in a struggle with
the I.R.A. Prisoners in particular
merely tends to serve
the terrorists
as a rallying issue.
Thank you, Tim,
but I think we need to
change tack slightly.
We want to make the
prisons an asset,
not a liability,
for it is in the prisons
that we will break the
back of the I.R.A.
Gerard.
Frankie's called
an emergency meeting.
I have to go.
Jesus, come on. We can't
let them away with this.
We've no clearance from Dublin.
I don't give a sh*t.
We have to retaliate.
Huh?
What's for breakfast, ma?
Liam Quigley, look at you.
You'll never get a girl looking
like that, will you? It's eggs.
Sit down.
- I want a soft one this time.
- All right.
Those bastards.
They're blowing
all the Bridges up.
Don't use that language
in here, please.
But why?
Why?
To control us.
Us? What do you mean, us?
This egg is hard.
Very funny.
Here you are.
Here's the real one.
Where's my lunch?
Who ate my lunch?
I took an apple.
Why don't you get a job?
It was just an apple.
She's on a diet.
Have some tea.
You must be freezing.
Can I borrow your car?
Car? Why?
I have to get shoes.
OK. Will you
drive me to school?
Sure I will.
Good. There you go.
Thanks.
How's your egg?
God, look at the time.
Come on. Come on.
Eat it up quick.
Come on, Gerard.
Hup.
Hup. Hup.
Hold it! Hold it! You're
frightening the animals.
Hold it!
Hup. Hup.
Hup. Hup.
Hup. Hup. Hup.
Hup. Hup. Hup. Hup.
What the hell is this?
How are we supposed
to get to our cattle?
It's to stop your son
murdering people
and running back across
the border down there.
My son would never
run from you, McPeake.
Why don't you go home, Annie,
before you get yourself in trouble?
Come on, ma.
Ignore them.
Tell your Frankie we'll get him,
no matter what he does.
Tell him yourself.
All right, boys, bring it down.
Stand back there.
Hup. Hup. Go on.
Bastards.
God, I don't believe this.
And I've got concert
practice this morning.
Will you pick us up
at 4:
00?Yeah.
Don't spend too much money, OK?
Run, Liam.
Sorry I'm late, Brenda.
No problem.
How's it going?
All right? Good.
God, the roadblocks
this morning.
I couldn't believe it.
OK, I've got the order here.
Come on.
Let's go.
Go.
Just be calm. Be calm, everybody.
Be calm.
Get off the road!
Get off the f***ing road!
Oh, my God.
Get off the road.
Move or I'll have you arrested.
Madam, I don't have
time for this.
He cursed at me.
You tramp.
I'm not moving for them.
Get off of me.
Get off.
Leave me alone.
And get those girls in here.
Get away from me.
- You tramp.
- Come on, girls.
Tramp.
Come on. Quickly, girls.
Quickly.
You're home early.
There was a bomb. They
had to close the school.
Did you not hear it?
I was in castleward.
Madness.
Did you get any shoes?
There weren't any I liked.
Huh--do you mean to say I had
to walk home for nothing?
Oh, God. Make me
a cup of tea, will you?
Who did this?
We believe this man did it.
Frank Higgins.
Get him.
Quick.
Uh, hello, sister Bernadina.
Did you strike my daughter
yesterday?
I beg your pardon.
You did, and you humiliated her
Please, Mrs. Higgins, uh...
You're a troublemaker,
Annie Higgins,
and I want you out of my school.
By Jesus, you'll not
do that to one of mine.
Get out of my school,
or I'll call the police.
Do you think
I'm afraid of the police?
and that outfit won't save you.
Get up to your classes.
Is everything all right?
He's fine.
He wants to see youse
tonight, OK?
So we'll be coming over
the back way.
Good. I'll keep
the dogs in so.
OK.
Happy Christmas.
I'll see youse later.
Did you see that?
Yeah, I see him.
I got the number.
Ladies and gentlemen,
coming up soon,
we'll have the Christmas draw,
- how you doing, Gerard?
- But in the meantime...
Take your partners
for a slow waltz.
50. Appreciate it.
That's from your granny, OK?
Thanks, granny.
Here you go.
Thanks, Gerard.
Get up and take your ma
out for a dance.
She's sitting there all alone.
I can't dance.
Come on.
I'm dying to dance
with the best-looking
man in the room.
Well, you'll just have to make
do with me, then, won't you?
That'll do for me.
God, I always forget
how tall you are.
Gerard, sometimes you remind me
so much of your father.
No. He was--
he was taller,
but his hair was shorter.
Ha ha! That's true.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, listen to me.
I just don't understand
why you won't go back
to university.
Oh, don't start lecturing
on at me again
about university.
I don't mean
to lecture you, Gerard.
I just want to know
why you won't go back.
I need to take a year off.
Why? Ow. Ooh.
To learn how to dance.
I just don't want you
to throw your life away.
Hmm?
Ah! Ha ha ha.
Gerard!
Right, kids.
Look who's here.
Ho ho!
Come on up
and pick your presents.
I have to go.
I have someone I have
to give a present to.
Who?
You don't know her.
Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse
open sleigh
Bye.
Can I have some more money?
I've spent all mine.
You've spent it?
Oh, come on. Let's see
what Santa's got for you.
O'er the fields we go
laughing all the way
bells on bobtail ring
making spirits bright
For God's sake, sit down, ma.
They'll be here.
Aye.
Contact.
Backup, stand by.
Alpha team, stand by.
There they are.
How you doing?
How are you?
Come on.
How are you?
You all right?
Yeah.
Theresa, put that dog out.
All right, ma.
Come on, Shep.
What about you, ma?
All right, Da?
Still running about?
Ah, you're funny, you are.
Hey, ma.
Happy Christmas, son.
You all right?
Oh, yeah.
Can you stay long?
Not too long.
Time for a bit of dinner.
Aye.
Good.
Happy Christmas.
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