Some Mother's Son Page #3

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Sit down and don't move!

Come on.

Get in here. Get in here.

I can't walk, Frank.

Let's go! Everybody out!

Move it! Move it!

He's hurt.

- Get the back.

- All right.

All units, we're in position.

You! Put your

f***ing hands up!

We found them, sir.

Well, hello, Frankie.

And who have we here?

Take him.

We've got them!

Oh, Jesus.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Frankie!

Let me go!

Frankie!

Frank! Frankie!

Oh, Jesus! Frank!

Frank! Frankie!

Frankie!

Frank!

I tell you-- anyone who took

Donny to dance ever again...

Ha ha ha.

Pass me the cellotape,

would you?

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

You check out the back.

What's going on here?

Who else is in the house?

Just my, uh, just my

daughter and my son.

Where's your husband?

He's dead.

You leave me alone!

Liam...

- Let go of me!

- Watch that glass.

Liam, it's all right.

Excuse me. What are

you doing in here?

Where's Gerard?

He's with his girlfriend.

Don't tell me lies.

I'm not lying to you.

She's not lying to you.

We have him.

He's under arrest.

He's been charged

with attempted murder.

Oh, God, look at you.

No touching.

You got the clothes

all right, then?

Aye.

Gerard, a man was shot.

But he was a soldier.

He was somebody's son

like you're mine.

He was waitin' to kill us,

and he got shot.

You lied to me.

I had to.

I had to lie because

I wanted to protect you.

Protect me?

I didn't think

you could handle it.

You spent years, like, running

away from all this stuff, OK?

I'm your mother.

Don't you talk to me

about protecting me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry's not enough, Gerard.

Listen...Listen, I've got

a lawyer downstairs,

and he says that he can get your

charge reduced to conspiracy.

I have to tell you somethin'.

I'm probably gonna get

locked up for a long time.

And I don't need a lawyer,

because I'm a prisoner of war.

I am not a criminal.

I don't recognize the court.

Are you out of your mind?

No, I'm not out of my mind.

Time's up.

No, I have--I haven't

finished yet. I--

time's up.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right.

I'll be all right!

Look, I, uh...

I--I have to

see him again.

Gerard, I'll be back.

Your bag, please.

Fine. Move along.

Your son refuses

to see me, Mrs. Quigley.

I don't care. He has

to have representation.

Well, I'll try.

Mrs. Quigley,

I'm Danny Boyle,

head of Sinn Fein in Belfast.

Yes, I know who you are.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to support your son.

My son does not need

your support, Mr. Boyle.

Frankie!

All right, ma.

All right.

Order! Order!

All rise.

Do the defendants

have representation?

I'm here to represent

Gerard Quigley, your honor.

No, you're not.

The defendant refuses counsel.

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