Some Mother's Son Page #4
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- Year:
- 1996
- 112 min
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and move forward slowly.
Jesus God!
My foot is down.
Put it down.
No, no, not that foot.
The other foot.
What do you mean,
the other foot?
Turn the wheel.
Turn the wheel!
- Which way?
- Just turn it!
- Which way?!
- Any way! Just turn it!
There's a guy
at the foreign office
offering us some kind of deal.
I don't believe you.
I'm serious.
Oh, that's f***ing great.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Let's not get too excited.
Here.
Jeez, where'd you get that?
He gave it to me.
Kind of a peace pipe, I guess.
F***in' nice of him.
So what kind of deal is it?
Civilian clothes, education
instead of prison work,
win back lost time.
Pretty much everything
we asked for.
And who is this guy?
He's a diplomat.
A diplomat.
We'll get 5 or 6 smokes
out of this.
Oh.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
God. The tide.
Hello.
Oh, there's someone.
Hey!
Hey!
Hello!
Come on, lads.
Step back, ladies.
All right, lift!
Uhh!
- Lift!
- Uhh!
Oh, God.
Lucky we were here, ladies.
Yes, thank you.
Thank you so much.
Well done.
Not bad.
There. Makes you
feel free, doesn't it?
Aye, till you get stuck.
Suppose it's just
as well they came along.
Mmm.
I don't hate them all, you know.
Mummy! Mummy!
There's been a deal.
You're joke.
They're getting
their own clothes.
Yahoo!
Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, thank God!
Oh, thank God!
Oh, thank God!
Oh.
Gonna have a drink now.
God knows we need it. Jimmy!
Evening shadows make me blue
when each weary
day is through
how I long to be with you
my happiness
every day I reminisce
dreaming of your
- No, no, no, no.
- tender kiss--
oh, you beautiful doll
let me put
my arms around you
I could never live
without you
oh!
You beautiful doll
if you ever leave me,
Ma!
I'm tired.
Oh, balls, you.
Sorry, Theresa.
Night.
Haul away, you rolling king
heave away, haul away
haul away, you rolling king
I'm the man
from South Australia
as I walked out
in the morning air
heave away, haul away
'twas there I met
miss Nancy Blair
I'm the man
from South Australia
haul away, you rolling king
heave away, haul away
haul away, you rolling king
I'm the man
from South Australia
there's just one thing
that's on my mind
heave away, haul away
that's leaving
Nancy there behind
I'm the man
from South Australia
haul away, you rolling king
heave away, haul away
haul away,
you'll hear me say
Let's go!
Heave away, haul away
heave away, haul away
haul away, you rolling king
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
No, I can't take those.
Excuse me.
Just what do you mean, no?
We were assured that they would be
allowed to wear their own clothes.
No, not their own clothes.
Civilian clothes.
I don't understand.
Our m.P. Frank Maguire assured
us that these are the new rules.
They're allowed
their own clothes.
What's this?
These are your new clothes.
prisoners in northern Ireland
should be allowed
to wear civilian clothes
issued by the prison officials,
rather than prison uniform.
We decided on that,
that it should apply
to all prisoners,
and therefore we gave that
concession to all prisoners.
No, no, no. We didn't
say their own clothes.
We said
civilian-style clothes.
Now you listen to me.
I'm a diplomat in her
majesty's government.
I do not break agreements.
Well, this is war,
not diplomacy.
Really? I distinctly
remember you saying to me
that it wasn't war.
Look, I want you to start treating
these people for what they are--
a bunch of terrorists.
You do what it takes to draw
them out into the open,
and then you finish them off.
No.
Who's Bobby sands?
Hello.
Blarney roof garden.
Alice?
Alice, it's me.
Mummy.
How you doing?
Fine. Listen, Alice, the prisoners
Has our Gerard gone on it?
No, no.
Are you sure?
Yes. Yes, I'm sure.
OK. Well...
Do you want me to come home?
No. Stay where you are.
You're better off there.
Bobby sands has been on hunger
strike now for 15 days.
Surely somebody
can do something.
Well, Sinn Fein
are doing all they can...
Parents meeting.
No. Just the usual.
OK.
The Vatican's already been informed.
The pope knows.
Oh, the pope knows?
Yes. The church is doing everything
it can in this situation.
But the church is doing nothing
except sitting back and
allowing the British army--
what has
the church--
gentlemen, gentlemen, please.
You're our m.P. What are
What are any of youse
doing about it?
Now, look, the government
needs my vote badly
in this budget debate.
Now, I think we can get
what we need.
The prisoners can rely
on Frank Maguire.
We only need one.
I'm sorry.
It's the rules.
We interrupt this program
for a news flash.
of Mr. Frank Maguire,
the independent
nationalist m.P.
For Fermanagh and South Tyrone.
Mr. Maguire, who held the
balance of power at Westminster
and was a prominent
supporter of the demands
of the h-block
hunger strikers,
died of a heart attack
at his home in Lisnaskea.
Damn!
After about 50 days or so,
their bodies begin
to break down.
The apparently
less vital organs--
the eyesight--
would begin to diminish,
become hypersensitive to light.
The muscular system
would begin to pull away...
I just had a phone
call from maze.
I think we've got a problem.
...nervous system,
producing spasms.
Listen...
They're going to run sands
for Maguire's old seat
in the British parliament.
That's a fantastic idea.
Will you help us...
With the campaign?
Who do you mean by "us"?
You mean Sinn Fein?
No. Help
the hunger strikers.
Annie, I don't believe
in violence.
You must understand that.
But this isn't about
violence, Mrs. Quigley.
This is about elections.
Once again, the prime minister
stayed unflinchingly firm.
There is no such thing
as political murder,
political bombing,
or political violence.
We will not compromise on this.
There will be
no political status.
All attempts to
intimidate us will fail.
Political status now.
Don't let them die.
Political status now.
Don't let them die.
Political status now.
Don't let them die.
Political status now.
Vote for Bobby sands, missis.
Here are your pamphlets.
Support the hunger strikers.
Vote for Bobby sands.
Don't forget.
Don't forget
the polling date, now, sir.
Put Bobby in.
Vote for Bobby sands.
There you go, missis.
Vote for Bobby sands.
Don't forget there.
Vote for Bobby sands.
A vote for Bobby sands
is a vote against British
repression in Ireland.
- Vote for Bobby sands!
- Vote for Bobby sands!
- Vote for Bobby sands.
- Come on.
Support the hunger strikers.
There you go, missis.
Vote for Bobby sands.
Don't forget.
Vote for Bobby sands.
Vote for Bobby sands.
Support the prisoners in their
fight for political status.
Vote him in to keep them alive.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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