Some Mother's Son Page #6

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How dare you.

What?

You knew I was carrying

this, didn't you?

I just wanted to see my son.

So what's in this message?

I don't know.

I will not be used as

some stooge for violence.

All I know is that Bobby sands

needed to get a message out.

Well, I'm going to read

this bloody message.

Give me that.

Give me that.

That's I.R.A. Business.

Give it me, Mrs. Quigley.

No.

"My friend, the Brits

have finally forced us

"to live in our own dirt.

"The lads' morale is collapsing.

"If you cannot find a solution,

"then we must push this

crisis to its conclusion

"by going on hunger strike.

"I'm not threatening you,

but stating

a cold reality."

"Your friend and

comrade, Bobby sands."

Come on.

I'm not going in there.

Give me the letter.

No. You tell him

to come out here.

There's 3 people who have

been shot dead there.

How you doin'?

My son is wiping his sh*t on

the walls because of you.

Hang on a minute.

It's the British have your son

in jail, Mrs. Quigley, not me.

Have you something for me?

You read this.

They're talking about

a hunger strike, Danny.

What are you going to do?

You have to do something.

What are you gonna do?

We've got to win this

in the streets.

Oh, I see.

Disrupt and destroy.

That's all you people

can do, isn't it?

Hold on there,

Kathleen. Hold on.

Are you coming, Annie?

Oh, I see.

Disagree with those people,

and you're the enemy.

That's it, isn't it?

Oh, God, I need a drink.

Look at my hands--

shaking like a leaf.

Would you not try a wee Valium?

For your nerves.

No.

Hmph. Suit yourself.

Are you coming?

1.60, please.

Thanks very much.

Move over.

I'm not sitting there.

Why? Why not?

I'm not sitting below her.

She'd sour the drink.

And what does that mean?

Our day will come.

And what day is that, Annie?

The day the Brits go home.

The day the bloody Brits go home

is all you people can

think about, isn't it?

Well, my life

won't change either way.

Right now, your life and my life

are 2 very different

things, missis.

My son was shot dead

by the British,

so you can take your Brandy

and shove it up your hole.

Annie.

Is everything all right, ladies?

Yes, yes, we're fine. Just

2 more brandies, please.

I'll bring them over.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Annie.

I didn't know that.

Oh, God. That must be a

terrible thing to lose a child.

There you are, now.

You OK?

Yes, thank you.

Thanks.

All right, lads. Mass.

Mass.

Time for mass, lads.

F*** me.

It's Robinson Crusoe.

Sorry, father.

Frankie, would you

like to say our mass?

All right.

Your eminence, this is Bobby sands.

Bobby.

I'm really glad you could

come, your eminence.

It was the least I could do.

This is the lamb of God

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