The Last of the High Kings
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- 1996
- 104 min
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Frankie:
I had it all planned.
[Mid-tempo music plays]
College, a place of my own...
hang out all day in cafes
with beautiful girls with legs
and blond hair
that you could talk to about
The Stranglers and Hemingway
of time in bed with.
Instead, I've blown my exams.
Absolutely no idea.
Oh, God.
I've ruined my life
before it's even started.
They might as well take me out
and shoot me.
If I fail,
I'm gonna have to get a job.
I'm not cut out for that.
I'm too young to work.
Your time is up.
Now, put down your pens.
[Sighs]
Look at them... Jayne Wayne
and Romy Thomas,
the fruit of the gods.
on a moonlit beach
and whisper, "I love you,
Romy... or Jayne,"
whichever one I happen
to be dancing with.
No, I'm looking
at a life sentence,
solitary confinement.
What am I gonna do?
[Introduction to Thin Lizzy's
"Jailbreak" plays]
[All shouting]
Aaaaaahhhhhh!
[Laughter]
a jailbreak #
- # Somewhere in this town #
- [All shouting]
# See, me and the boys,
we don't like it #
# So we're gettin' up
and goin' down #
- # Hidin' low,
lookin' right to left #
- [Laughter]
# If you see us comin',
I think it's best #
# To move away,
do you hear what I say? #
a jailbreak #
- [All shouting]
# Somewhere in the town #
a jailbreak #
# So don't you be around #
trouble #
trouble #
# So, woman,
stay with a friend #
Whoa!
# You know it's safer #
Whoo!
[Laughs]
# Breakout! #
- [Guitar solo]
- [Sirens wailing]
[Laughing,
talking indistinctly]
Whoo!
Whoo-oo-oo!
[Girls giggling]
[Wailing continues]
Get down!
Come on, get down!
Please!
Hey, lads,
come on, get down.
Now, lads, boys.
Come on, get down.
Now, boys, come on.
Come on!
Please!
Sh*t!
[Wailing continues]
Hey, lads, come back!
Come back!
[Sea gulls crying;
[Sea gulls crying;
[Dog barking]
17 years I've been waiting
for this day.
Freedom...
The oyster of my life
about to open.
Instead, it feels like
a badger died in my stomach.
[Footsteps approaching,
door opens]
And I have an awful feeling
that nothing will ever change.
[Echoing] You,
Frankie Griffin, are
a useless article.
You don't do
a hand's turn
from one end of the day
to the other.
Look at the state of ya...
eyes fallin' out of your head
with the drink.
[Sniffs]
And the smell off ya.
[Rustling]
out around the place,
not in a million years.
- [Floorboards creak]
- What do you think?
trousers get washed by magic
and march down the path
and throw themselves
up on the line?
Do you?!
And what about these socks
I keep finding under your bed?
Stained with what,
I'd like to know.
[Discordant notes play]
Ray's the only one
of you with any decency!
I was too soft to use
when you were growing up.
I should have had you
put to sleep.
[Hinges creak]
[Door slams]
Today's the 30th of June.
My exam results should come
on the 18th of August.
God, that's not long.
49 days, then I'm dead.
If I was a real rebel,
I wouldn't give a damn.
[Horn honking]
[Honking continues]
Ma!
It's Da.
[Emergency brake engages]
[Birds chirping]
[Horn blares]
- Come forth, my family.
- Da!
- Come forth...
- [Laughter, dog barking]
...and see what treasures
- Nice hat.
- Wow.
- For thee.
- Whoa! Thanks, Da.
For thou.
Oh, wow. Look!
By the way, somebody
has to fix the gate.
- Give me that.
- Hey, a space hopper!
[Talking indistinctly]
Ma, look at this.
[Clanking]
- Hey, Noelie, watch this.
- [Giggling]
- Can I have this one?
- Frankie, thou lookest
perplexed.
[Indistinct conversation]
Place upon thy cranium this hat
and go forth, not fifth.
Da, the play
in New York, right?
[Children talking
indistinctly]
Ma!
Ma!
You wouldn't, by any chance,
Maggie!
Very smart, Frankie.
Cathleen!
Cathleen!
Noelie, stop the noise
right now.
You'll break a wand.
C-Cathleen...
Look...
I'm...
I was going to tell you.
Hmm.
I really was.
- Get off!
- I'm sorry. I just...
You're leaving.
Yes.
- Noelie, go away!
- Ohh!
It won't be for long
this time. I promise.
I want to ask you
something.
What?
Is Dad going away,
Frankie?
Go on, try.
Come on, Noelie.
See if you can get me.
Yeah. For a while.
Ahh.
- [Laughter]
- Stop! Let go!
[Whispering indistinctly]
[Children talking
indistinctly]
Hmm.
- Whoo-hoo!
- You knocked him over.
[Laughter]
You knocked him over.
Go on!
[Laughter]
[American cowboy accent]
"'Hands up,
"'and don't even move
a little gray whisker,
"or I'll pepper
your guts.'
"But Patrick Weaselbrain,
"the meanest thieving
cowpoke of them all,
"was not coming quietly.
"Fiery death spat
from his six-gun.
The wedding party
gasped..."
When I was a kid, I used to
wish for an ordinary family.
Sometimes I still do.
The only normal one is Noelie,
who has permanent brain damage
from an illness
when he was a baby.
His body will grow up
but not his mind.
He's the only one
who doesn't drive me nuts.
"...Some of them still
moaning in agony."
My Da is an actor,
always going abroad
for some play somewhere,
always looking
for his big break into films.
The rest of them share varying
degrees of incurable insanity.
It's amazing
I turned out okay.
"...once again, Sheriff
Bart Wyatt had got his man.
The end."
Yay, Ray!
Oh!
Silence.
As foreman
of this year's jury,
I have great pleasure
in presenting you
with the Golden Dog
for Literature.
Par excellence.
Outstanding.
Congratulations.
Bleeding stupid.
It is not stupid.
The boy's a genius.
That's all there is to it.
- And that's my mother, Ma.
- Parnell! [Whistles]
[Guitar strumming]
[Lively music plays]
Noelie!
Noelie!
Hey, get off!
Get off! Get off!
Come on.
Get off, get off.
Noelie!
Get off!
Get off the green.
Go on.
Go on, go on.
Sorry.
Ah, sorry.
[Smack]
Oh.
Frankie!
It's Noelie's turn!
Give me the ball!
It's Noelie's turn!
Stop!
[Vehicle approaching]
[Engine revving]
Nice space hopper.
Thanks.
[Laughs]
Hey, when did he
get so cute?
Come on.
[Knock on door]
[Knock on door]
Come in.
[Hinges creak]
I know this is, uh...
an important summer
for you, Frankie,
and, uh...
I'm sorry
that I'm going to miss it.
I don't even know if I'm gonna
be back for your birthday.
So... so just in case
I, uh...
Happy birthday, my boy.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Now... you're going
to University,
and you're gonna need
spending money,
so here's what I suggest...
you get yourself
a summer job.
Da...
about University...
I don't think my exams
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