Some Mother's Son Page #3

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How many are on it

at the moment?

Approximately 300, although

the figure does vary.

I want these men

in prison uniform.

Well, we pretty much

tried everything.

No, you haven't.

Come on, get up!

What?

Exercise, lads!

More dips!

Come on, get up.

Jesus.

Takes this

prisoner-of-war stuff

very serious.

It's freezin'.

Well, what's the f***in' point?

We're not going anywhere.

To keep our discipline.

Come on. Stop talking

and do the dips.

I'll tell you...

Mary would keep you up,

wouldn't she?

Oh, Mary!

Oh, go on, Mary!

What?

Sh*t.

18, 19, 20.

All right, lads,

20 press-ups!

Come on.

On the floor.

Oh, sh*t.

Start with sands.

Slop out.

No slop out without uniform.

What's going on?

No slop out without uniform.

This won't f***in' break us.

Right?

Break the window!

Break the window!

Hey, go, go, go!

Get the beds out.

Hello?

Uh, it's Annie Higgins--

Frankie's mother.

Oh.

Hello, Mrs. Higgins.

Your son wants you

to go up for a visit.

Well, um, is he

coming off the protest?

All I know is you're

to go up on Friday.

And, listen, could you ever

give us a lift up there?

What's going on,

Mrs. Higgins?

Uh, I don't know.

I don't know.

I have to go. Good-bye now.

I'll see you Friday.

No. I've given them up.

Thank you.

I'd give them up myself

only for this bloody country.

You could be dead on the minute.

Quigley.

Oh, yes.

Higgins.

Into 12.

Oh, Gerard.

Sit down.

Beards...

Makes you look older.

How's it going there,

Mrs. Quigley?

Gerard,

are you coming off the protest?

No, I'm not.

Well, then...

What's going on?

We had to get word out

about what's happened.

They won't let us

out to the toilets.

What do you do?

Well...

At the start,

we put it out the windows.

Then they blocked up

the windows,

so we put it under the door.

Then they blocked up

under the door,

so now we spread it

on the walls.

You spread your dirt

on the walls?

Well, what else can we do?

God.

How can you live like this?

Look...

I have to get a message

out to Danny Boyle.

This is really important, ma.

Let's go.

I love you.

Pass, please.

Raise your arms.

Do you have any contraband?

No.

Go on.

You all right?

Get in.

How dare you.

What?

You knew I was carrying

this, didn't you?

I just wanted to see my son.

So what's in this message?

I don't know.

I will not be used as

some stooge for violence.

All I know is that Bobby sands

needed to get a message out.

Well, I'm going to read

this bloody message.

Give me that.

Give me that.

That's I.R.A. Business.

Give it me, Mrs. Quigley.

No.

"My friend, the Brits

have finally forced us

"to live in our own dirt.

"The lads' morale is collapsing.

"If you cannot find a solution,

"then we must push this

crisis to its conclusion

"by going on hunger strike.

"I'm not threatening you,

but stating

a cold reality."

"Your friend and

comrade, Bobby sands."

Come on.

I'm not going in there.

Give me the letter.

No. You tell him

to come out here.

There's 3 people who have

been shot dead there.

How you doin'?

My son is wiping his sh*t on

the walls because of you.

Hang on a minute.

It's the British have your son

in jail, Mrs. Quigley, not me.

Have you something for me?

You read this.

They're talking about

a hunger strike, Danny.

What are you going to do?

You have to do something.

What are you gonna do?

We've got to win this

in the streets.

Oh, I see.

Disrupt and destroy.

That's all you people

can do, isn't it?

Hold on there,

Kathleen. Hold on.

Are you coming, Annie?

Oh, I see.

Disagree with those people,

and you're the enemy.

That's it, isn't it?

Oh, God, I need a drink.

Look at my hands--

shaking like a leaf.

Would you not try a wee Valium?

For your nerves.

No.

Hmph. Suit yourself.

Are you coming?

1.60, please.

Thanks very much.

Move over.

I'm not sitting there.

Why? Why not?

I'm not sitting below her.

She'd sour the drink.

And what does that mean?

Our day will come.

And what day is that, Annie?

The day the Brits go home.

The day the bloody Brits go home

is all you people can

think about, isn't it?

Well, my life

won't change either way.

Right now, your life and my life

are 2 very different

things, missis.

My son was shot dead

by the British,

so you can take your Brandy

and shove it up your hole.

Annie.

Is everything all right, ladies?

Yes, yes, we're fine. Just

2 more brandies, please.

I'll bring them over.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Annie.

I didn't know that.

Oh, God. That must be a

terrible thing to lose a child.

There you are, now.

You OK?

Yes, thank you.

Thanks.

All right, lads. Mass.

Mass.

Time for mass, lads.

F*** me.

It's Robinson Crusoe.

Sorry, father.

Frankie, would you

like to say our mass?

All right.

Your eminence, this is Bobby sands.

Bobby.

I'm really glad you could

come, your eminence.

It was the least I could do.

This is the lamb of God

who takes away the

sins of the world.

Happy are those who are

called to his supper.

Lord, I am not worthy

to receive thee,

but say the word

and my soul shall be healed.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

- Body of Christ.

- Body of Christ.

CBS news, cardinal.

Cardinal?

Have you got a statement?

Did Bobby sands

have anything to say?

When I was a young priest,

I worked for a time

with the poor

in the sewers of Calcutta...

Who let him in?

I did.

Why?

He's the head of the Roman

catholic church in Ireland.

...forced to spread

their feces on the walls,

to pour their urine

under the cell doors.

Now, one would not

allow an animal

to live in such condition,

let alone 340 human beings.

I am an m.P.

In the British parliament,

and you haven't heard the

last of this, I promise you.

Well, the sh*t has

hit the fan, lads.

Gentlemen, I'm glad you find

this situation so amusing.

We need to win the moral

high ground on this one.

I know compromise is a

dirty word in this room,

but if we don't come up with

some fresh ideas, and soon,

we're really going to

f*** it up.

What a wanker.

Why do we have to

put up with him?

He's got support.

And he may also have a point.

I, uh...

Brought you a few fresh eggs...

And a bit of bread...

For driving me up there.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

I wanted to.

Well, thank you very much.

All the publicity's

great, isn't it?

Do you think anything

will come of it?

They can't ignore

the pope, a cardinal,

and an m.P.,

now, can they?

Oh, aye.

Oh, Mrs. Higgins,

will you have a cup of tea?

Uh, no, thank you. No.

Jimmy's on his own.

I better be getting back.

Thank you,

Mrs. Higgins.

You're welcome.

Jeez, I thought I was shot.

Oh...

God. You know I nearly had

a heart attack myself.

Would you ever give us a lift?

Yes. Yes, come on.

We'll put it

in the back of the car.

I feel silly.

It must be a great thing

to be able to drive.

Right.

What are we doing here?

You have a go.

Come on.

Have a try.

Get in.

OK, now, you just

put it into gear

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