Some Mother's Son Page #2
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- Year:
- 1996
- 112 min
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man in the room.
Well, you'll just have to make
do with me, then, won't you?
That'll do for me.
God, I always forget
how tall you are.
Gerard, sometimes you remind me
so much of your father.
No. He was--
he was taller,
but his hair was shorter.
Ha ha! That's true.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, listen to me.
I just don't understand
why you won't go back
to university.
Oh, don't start lecturing
on at me again
about university.
I don't mean
to lecture you, Gerard.
I just want to know
why you won't go back.
I need to take a year off.
Why? Ow. Ooh.
To learn how to dance.
I just don't want you
to throw your life away.
Hmm?
Ah! Ha ha ha.
Gerard!
Right, kids.
Look who's here.
Ho ho!
Come on up
and pick your presents.
I have to go.
I have someone I have
to give a present to.
Who?
You don't know her.
Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse
open sleigh
Bye.
Can I have some more money?
I've spent all mine.
You've spent it?
Oh, come on. Let's see
what Santa's got for you.
O'er the fields we go
laughing all the way
bells on bobtail ring
making spirits bright
For God's sake, sit down, ma.
They'll be here.
Aye.
Contact.
Backup, stand by.
Alpha team, stand by.
There they are.
How you doing?
How are you?
Come on.
How are you?
You all right?
Yeah.
Theresa, put that dog out.
All right, ma.
Come on, Shep.
What about you, ma?
All right, Da?
Still running about?
Ah, you're funny, you are.
Hey, ma.
Happy Christmas, son.
You all right?
Oh, yeah.
Can you stay long?
Not too long.
Time for a bit of dinner.
Aye.
Good.
Happy Christmas.
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
- 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.
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