Some Mother's Son Page #4

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That is his prerogative.

We are Irish republican

army prisoners of war.

We refuse to participate

in this non-jury farce.

This British court has no

jurisdiction in Ireland.

We will not be treated

as criminals.

This is a criminal court

of law, sir,

empowered by the queen

to try you.

I instruct the clerk

to enter a plea of not

guilty on your behalf.

Let us proceed.

Exhibit "a," your honor.

Uh, your honor,

this is a Kalashnikov

AK-47 assault rifle.

It's one of 2 captured

at the arrest site.

Forensic have established that the

fingerprints of both of the defendants

are on these weapons,

and that this weapon was fired

by the defendant Gerard Quigley.

Exhibit "c," your honor.

Uh, your honor, we also

captured this grenade

which consists of 2 ounces of

Sentex and a percussion cap

that is of a type manufactured

and used by the I.R.A.

Under the present

emergency legislation,

it falls to me to act

on behalf of a jury.

Therefore, I find

these defendants...

You've no right! These men

are political prisoners!

- Guilty.

- They're not criminals!

Remove that woman!

Take your f***in' hands off her!

Stop! Gerard!

Let go your big f***in' hands!

Frank Higgins, you are a

criminal menace to this society.

I sentence you to life

imprisonment without parole.

Screw you, bastard!

Gerard Quigley,

you have aided Higgins

in his wanton acts of terrorism.

I sentence you to 12 years.

Clear the courtroom!

I'll walk.

I'll walk!

Clear.

Get dressed.

Murphy, you're back again.

What's your problem?

I'm a prisoner of war.

I refuse to wear

a criminal's uniform.

You refuse.

What about you?

Do you refuse?

I refuse.

I have a special place

for youse.

Could I see your pass, please?

We're here to see

Gerard Quigley.

Hold, please.

Lady here to see Gerard Quigley.

On the protest.

Thank you.

I'm afraid you can't

see him today.

Could you back

the car up, please?

He's just been sentenced.

I haven't seen him yet.

He's involved in a protest.

There's really nothing I can do.

Could you back

the car up, please?

You're blocking the traffic.

Uh...

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

2 on.

Frankie.

McLaughlin?

McLaughlin?

Yes, sir.

2 on.

Slop out.

Frankie, you boy-o.

Good to see you.

Good luck, Gerard.

Right, sands,

here's some company.

Bobby?

Do I look that bad?

You look like Jesus Christ.

Here's your uniform, Quigley.

Here's your uniform.

What are you doing here?

I resigned.

What?

I can't work there anymore.

Why?

Nobody trusts me.

What--did someone

say something?

No. I just know.

Oh, for God's sake, Alice.

It's a bloody bank, mum, and the I.R.A.

Have robbed it 4 times.

Why should they trust me?

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