Some Mother's Son Page #2

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You shouldn't have bothered.

All right?

Aye.

Will you have

a bite to eat, son?

Yeah, OK.

Good. Sit down there now.

All right, Da, you want a hand?

No, no, no. It's all right.

Now leave me alone.

We'll wait for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It'll soon be new year

before you sit down

there, won't it?

All right. Ha ha ha.

That's grand.

How's it going?

Like it?

I do.

Here, have a cigar.

Cigars--

thanks very much.

Got you a present.

It's--it's Christmas.

Everything's ready now.

Jesus Christ.

Every year we have to sit

beside a bloody empty chair.

- I know, I know.

- He's dead. He's not coming back.

I know. Shh.

God, ma, that looks lovely.

Pass the gravy to

your daddy, Theresa.

Are you still in a bad mood?

Are you still in a bad mood?

Here, take those.

Take those cigars.

Thank you. You might

give us your bad form.

Ha ha. Here you are.

- This way.

- Rrrr...

Unh!

Jesus, Frankie.

Go.

- Ma, what's wrong, ma?

- Oh, Jesus, ma.

Help! Help!

Security forces!

Aah!

No! No, you don't.

Aah! I'm hit.

Aah!

Frankie, we'll

take care of that.

Sit down and don't move!

Come on.

Get in here. Get in here.

I can't walk, Frank.

Let's go! Everybody out!

Move it! Move it!

He's hurt.

- Get the back.

- All right.

All units, we're in position.

You! Put your

f***ing hands up!

We found them, sir.

Well, hello, Frankie.

And who have we here?

Take him.

We've got them!

Oh, Jesus.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Frankie!

Let me go!

Frankie!

Frank! Frankie!

Oh, Jesus! Frank!

Frank! Frankie!

Frankie!

Frank!

I tell you-- anyone who took

Donny to dance ever again...

Ha ha ha.

Pass me the cellotape,

would you?

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

You check out the back.

What's going on here?

Who else is in the house?

Just my, uh, just my

daughter and my son.

Where's your husband?

He's dead.

You leave me alone!

Liam...

- Let go of me!

- Watch that glass.

Liam, it's all right.

Excuse me. What are

you doing in here?

Where's Gerard?

He's with his girlfriend.

Don't tell me lies.

I'm not lying to you.

She's not lying to you.

We have him.

He's under arrest.

He's been charged

with attempted murder.

Oh, God, look at you.

No touching.

You got the clothes

all right, then?

Aye.

Gerard, a man was shot.

But he was a soldier.

He was somebody's son

like you're mine.

He was waitin' to kill us,

and he got shot.

You lied to me.

I had to.

I had to lie because

I wanted to protect you.

Protect me?

I didn't think

you could handle it.

You spent years, like, running

away from all this stuff, OK?

I'm your mother.

Don't you talk to me

about protecting me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry's not enough, Gerard.

Listen...Listen, I've got

a lawyer downstairs,

and he says that he can get your

charge reduced to conspiracy.

I have to tell you somethin'.

I'm probably gonna get

locked up for a long time.

And I don't need a lawyer,

because I'm a prisoner of war.

I am not a criminal.

I don't recognize the court.

Are you out of your mind?

No, I'm not out of my mind.

Time's up.

No, I have--I haven't

finished yet. I--

time's up.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right!

Look, I, uh...

I--I have to

see him again.

Gerard, I'll be back.

Your bag, please.

Fine. Move along.

Your son refuses

to see me, Mrs. Quigley.

I don't care. He has

to have representation.

Well, I'll try.

Mrs. Quigley,

I'm Danny Boyle,

head of Sinn Fein in Belfast.

Yes, I know who you are.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to support your son.

My son does not need

your support, Mr. Boyle.

Frankie!

All right, ma.

All right.

Order! Order!

All rise.

Do the defendants

have representation?

I'm here to represent

Gerard Quigley, your honor.

No, you're not.

The defendant refuses counsel.

That is his prerogative.

We are Irish republican

army prisoners of war.

We refuse to participate

in this non-jury farce.

This British court has no

jurisdiction in Ireland.

We will not be treated

as criminals.

This is a criminal court

of law, sir,

empowered by the queen

to try you.

I instruct the clerk

to enter a plea of not

guilty on your behalf.

Let us proceed.

Exhibit "a," your honor.

Uh, your honor,

this is a Kalashnikov

AK-47 assault rifle.

It's one of 2 captured

at the arrest site.

Forensic have established that the

fingerprints of both of the defendants

are on these weapons,

and that this weapon was fired

by the defendant Gerard Quigley.

Exhibit "c," your honor.

Uh, your honor, we also

captured this grenade

which consists of 2 ounces of

Sentex and a percussion cap

that is of a type manufactured

and used by the I.R.A.

Under the present

emergency legislation,

it falls to me to act

on behalf of a jury.

Therefore, I find

these defendants...

You've no right! These men

are political prisoners!

- Guilty.

- They're not criminals!

Remove that woman!

Take your f***in' hands off her!

Stop! Gerard!

Let go your big f***in' hands!

Frank Higgins, you are a

criminal menace to this society.

I sentence you to life

imprisonment without parole.

Screw you, bastard!

Gerard Quigley,

you have aided Higgins

in his wanton acts of terrorism.

I sentence you to 12 years.

Clear the courtroom!

I'll walk.

I'll walk!

Clear.

Get dressed.

Murphy, you're back again.

What's your problem?

I'm a prisoner of war.

I refuse to wear

a criminal's uniform.

You refuse.

What about you?

Do you refuse?

I refuse.

I have a special place

for youse.

Could I see your pass, please?

We're here to see

Gerard Quigley.

Hold, please.

Lady here to see Gerard Quigley.

On the protest.

Thank you.

I'm afraid you can't

see him today.

Could you back

the car up, please?

He's just been sentenced.

I haven't seen him yet.

He's involved in a protest.

There's really nothing I can do.

Could you back

the car up, please?

You're blocking the traffic.

Uh...

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

Frankie.

McLaughlin?

McLaughlin?

Yes, sir.

2 on.

Slop out.

Frankie, you boy-o.

Good to see you.

Good luck, Gerard.

Right, sands,

here's some company.

Bobby?

Do I look that bad?

You look like Jesus Christ.

Here's your uniform, Quigley.

Here's your uniform.

What are you doing here?

I resigned.

What?

I can't work there anymore.

Why?

Nobody trusts me.

What--did someone

say something?

No. I just know.

Oh, for God's sake, Alice.

It's a bloody bank, mum, and the I.R.A.

Have robbed it 4 times.

Why should they trust me?

Gerard didn't rob it.

How do you know?

Where will you work?

I can't stay here anymore.

I hate this country.

Come on, Alice.

We're going to be late.

Will you calm down, mummy?

The plane doesn't

leave till 11:
00.

Is that too heavy for you?

No.

What are you going

to do about him?

Whatever I can.

Oh, come on.

Thank you,

Mr. Wilson.

Hello, Sam.

Hello, Tim.

You wanted to see me

about something?

This protest has been going

on for 2 years, hasn't it?

Yes.

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