Some Mother's Son Page #5
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- 1996
- 112 min
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Gerard didn't rob it.
How do you know?
Where will you work?
I can't stay here anymore.
I hate this country.
Come on, Alice.
We're going to be late.
Will you calm down, mummy?
The plane doesn't
leave till 11:
00.Is that too heavy for you?
No.
What are you going
to do about him?
Whatever I can.
Oh, come on.
Thank you,
Mr. Wilson.
Hello, Sam.
Hello, Tim.
You wanted to see me
about something?
This protest has been going
on for 2 years, hasn't it?
Yes.
How many are on it
at the moment?
Approximately 300, although
the figure does vary.
I want these men
in prison uniform.
Well, we pretty much
tried everything.
No, you haven't.
Come on, get up!
What?
Exercise, lads!
More dips!
Come on, get up.
Jesus.
Takes this
prisoner-of-war stuff
very serious.
It's freezin'.
Well, what's the f***in' point?
We're not going anywhere.
To keep our discipline.
Come on. Stop talking
and do the dips.
I'll tell you...
Mary would keep you up,
wouldn't she?
Oh, Mary!
Oh, go on, Mary!
What?
Sh*t.
18, 19, 20.
All right, lads,
20 press-ups!
Come on.
On the floor.
Oh, sh*t.
Start with sands.
Slop out.
No slop out without uniform.
What's going on?
No slop out without uniform.
This won't f***in' break us.
Right?
Break the window!
Break the window!
Hey, go, go, go!
Get the beds out.
Hello?
Uh, it's Annie Higgins--
Frankie's mother.
Oh.
Hello, Mrs. Higgins.
Your son wants you
to go up for a visit.
Well, um, is he
coming off the protest?
All I know is you're
to go up on Friday.
And, listen, could you ever
give us a lift up there?
What's going on,
Mrs. Higgins?
Uh, I don't know.
I don't know.
I have to go. Good-bye now.
I'll see you Friday.
No. I've given them up.
Thank you.
I'd give them up myself
only for this bloody country.
You could be dead on the minute.
Quigley.
Oh, yes.
Higgins.
Into 12.
Oh, Gerard.
Sit down.
Beards...
Makes you look older.
How's it going there,
Mrs. Quigley?
Gerard,
are you coming off the protest?
No, I'm not.
Well, then...
What's going on?
We had to get word out
about what's happened.
They won't let us
out to the toilets.
What do you do?
Well...
At the start,
we put it out the windows.
Then they blocked up
the windows,
so we put it under the door.
Then they blocked up
under the door,
so now we spread it
on the walls.
You spread your dirt
on the walls?
Well, what else can we do?
God.
How can you live like this?
Look...
I have to get a message
out to Danny Boyle.
This is really important, ma.
Let's go.
I love you.
Pass, please.
Raise your arms.
Do you have any contraband?
No.
Go on.
You all right?
Get in.
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