The Boxer Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 113 min
- 1,174 Views
four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten !
- [ Bell Dings ]
- [ Referee ] You're out !
Thanks very much.
Well done.
Great night
for the city of Belfast.
The crowd will be comin' out now,
Catholics and Protestants together.
The band will lead them
off down the street.
I'd like you to get as many
good pictures as you can.
- Yea !
They'll be coming out together, so
you can clear the barriers away. Okay.
[ Chanting, Whistling,
Cheering Continue ]
[ Explosion Resounding ]
[ Chanting Stops,
Crowd Murmuring ]
Keep calm. You can all
[ Matt ]
Don't panic. Get up slowly.
Leave the building.
Ju-- Just keep calm.
There's absolutely
no need to panic.
Go out through the main exit.
They've killed the policeman,
Reggie Bell. Let's move.
Jesus ! Come on.
Let's move it. Move it !
[ Matt ] Follow
[ Joe ] McCormack ! McCormack !
I wanna talk to you now !
Go out through
the main exit.
- Cop killer !
- There's no need to panic.
- Catholic bastards ! Bastards !
- Follow the exit signs.
You're all right, son.
- Kill him ! Kill him !
- They killed a cop !
You're okay.
Take his hand now, son.
Keep calm.
Watch yourself now.
That's right.
- Good, lad.
- Oh, Daddy ! Oh, Daddy, no !
- You'll be okay !
- Daddy !
- Quit pushin' !
- Dad !
Robert ! Robert !
There's a kid
dyin' in there !
Give him some space !
There's a kid dyin' in there !
[ Shouting ]
- [ Shouts ]
- Stop it ! Stop it !
Irish pigs !
[ Man Shouts ]
Gary !
[ Man ]
Oh ! Oh !
- Aaah !
- Run, Ned ! Run !
- Come on ! Run, will ya ?
[ Shouting ]
Where the f*** were you ?
What are these for ?
They're the keys
to the gym. Come on.
Where's the petrol ?
[ Helicopter Whirring ]
Should never have taken
that gear from him.
Don't even think
about it, lke.
He's a wife and
three children, Danny.
Anything that
belongs to the cops.
We'll burn it outside.
- I'm not takin' that outside.
- Why not ?
[ Mickey ] 'Cause, Liam,
the Brits are everywhere.
We'll burn it here.
Stop messin', Ned.
- Aaah !
- Mickey !
- Mickey !
- Aaah !
Mickey, roll over !
Oh, geez !
- Get him !
- Mickey, get up !
- Aaah !
Gotta get outta here !
Let's get out ! Come on !
- Let's get out !
- Run, Mickey ! Get out !
The gym is on fire !
- The gym's on fire !
- The gym's on fire !
[ Man ]
The gym's on fire !
[ Shouts ]
- [ Coughing ] Oh !
[ Man On Megaphone ]
Get away from the building !
Get the pictures !
[ Man On Megaphone ]
This is for your own safety !
- You'd better leave right now !
- Come on, lke !
Time to get out !
- You can't go in there !
- I work in there !
- Step back !
- I work in there, and l have to get--
It's not safe !
Get away from the building !
Serves youse bloody well right
for takin' the stuff from the police !
I'm in the middle
of negotiations,
and you let off
this f***in' bomb.
- What did you achieve by it ?
You achieved zero.
- Zero ?
Grow up. Stop livin' in the past
and get your head into the future.
You can keep goin'.
You can split this organization in two.
- But you're gonna have
to accept the consequences.
- What consequences ?
You know what
f***in' consequences.
You don't have
all the guns, Joe.
A lot of the active servicemen won't
accept this peace bullshit anymore.
Are you threatenin' me ?
You're goin' soft, Joe.
Ya think so ?
You had men in prison...
who starved themselves
to death for you, Joe.
Ten of them.
Now you have Danny Boy Flynn...
wanderin' around the place makin'
a mockery of everything you stood for,
and you don't even see it.
But a child can see it, Joe.
A wee innocent child
can see the truth.
What are you talkin' about ?
Why don't you ask Liam
why he burnt down the gym ?
I just follow orders.
He's way out
of control, Joe.
- [ Door Opens ]
- [ Man ] Hello, Maggie.
- [ Door Closes ]
- [ Maggie ] Hi.
- lt's your da.
- All right.
Joe.
What's wrong ?
I don't want to lose you.
Sure you never will.
You've got to be
above reproach.
Tell me-- Tell me
you don't love Danny Flynn.
You've got to get rid of him.
What are you
talkin' about ?
- We've done nothin' wrong.
- That's not the point.
- Well, to hell with them.
To hell with 'em.
Maggie, Liam burned down
the gym.
Liam ?
- Where is he ?
- Upstairs.
[ Footsteps Approaching ]
What the hell did you
think you were doing ?
I saw ya.
I saw ya with him.
You're gonna run away
with him, aren't ya ?
No.
I'm gonna stay
right here with you.
I don't want to
see him ever again.
Oh, Liam.
- [ Footsteps Approaching ]
- Liam ?
- [ Door Closes ]
- Leave him, Maggie.
He's suffered enough.
Jesus.
My marriage was over
before Liam was even born.
I'm the prisoner here.
You and your politics
have made sure of that.
All l wanted was for you
to have a good marriage.
- [ Scoffs ] Like you and my mother ?
- Yes.
Do you know how much
it cost her to smile...
every time you walked
through the front door ?
She lived her whole bloody life
worried to death. And for what ?
Will ya look me in the eye
and tell me for what ?
I suppose she
believed in me, Maggie.
She thought the ground
that you walked on was sacred.
So did I.
I'm not going to lose Danny.
Then you'll have
to tell him to go.
Why ?
I can't protect him, Maggie.
You'll have to get rid of him,
or you'll find him in a pool of blood.
God help you.
God help you, Father.
[ Door Closes ]
[ Knocking ]
Maggie, come in.
I have to talk to you, Danny.
- Want a cup of tea ?
- Aye.
Danny, l-- l have something
to say to you.
I've been up all night,
and I--
I've written ya a letter.
''Dear Danny,
''It's taken me 14 years
''and I don't believe that here
in this place you can ever be mine.
''It's not possible because
too many people are gonna get hurt.
''I have to protect
those I love.
''I'm so sorry, Danny.
God bless you.
Yours always, Maggie.''
What do you want ?
I'm askin' you to walk away.
I don't think so.
- You made a promise.
- What was that ?
You said if I asked you
to leave, you'd leave.
- Mmm, aye.
- Well, I'm askin'.
Have you been threatened ?
- Why do you say that ?
- Have you ?
I do have a mind
of my own, Danny.
I know I might very well be losin' it,
but I do have a mind of my own.
Is it your father ?
Is it Joe ?
No, Danny.
It's Harry, isn't it ?
Is it Harry ?
Tell me.
Just f***in' tell me.
Don't, Danny.
You don't understand.
Half my f***in' life I pissed away
and all the good things in it...
because of that sickly bastard
and his dirty little,
cozy little, f***in' secret world
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