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CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

I KNOW FULL WELL THE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT AWAIT ME

AS I ENTER THE DOOR OF NUMBER 10,

[CROWD HECKLING]AND I'’LL STRIVE UNCEASINGLY

[CROWD BOOING]TO TRY TO FULFILL THE TRUST AND CONFIDENCE

THAT THE BRITISH PEOPLE HAVE PLACED IN ME

AND THE THINGS IN WHICH I BELIEVE,

AND I WOULD JUST LIKE TO REMEMBER

SOME WORDS OF SAINT FRANCIS OF ASSISI,

[INCREASED BOOING]WHICH I THINK ARE REALLY

JUST PARTICULARLY APT AT THE MOMENT--

"WHERE THERE IS DISCORD, MAY WE BRING HARMONY.

"WHERE THERE IS ERROR,

"MAY WE BRING TRUTH.

"WHERE THERE IS DOUBT,

"MAY WE BRING FAITH.

"AND WHERE THERE IS DESPAIR,

MAY WE BRING HOPE."

WHAT ARE THOSE BASTARDS DOING AT THE BRIDGE?

Soldier, on the bridge: CLEAR THE ROAD!

THE PRIME MINISTER WANTS AN ENTIRELY NEW APPROACH

TO THE NORTHERN IRELAND PROBLEM.

WE'’VE DRAWN UP A 3-PRONGED STRATEGY--

ISOLATION,

CRIMINALIZATION,

DEMORALIZATION.

WE'’VE CUT OFF THESE ROUTES ACROSS THE BORDER.

WE'’VE TAKEN CONTROL OF THESE ROADS.

WE ISOLATE THE COMMUNITIES.

CRIMINALIZATION--

THESE PEOPLE ARE CRIMINALS.

THEY ARE NOT SOLDIERS.

THEY ARE NOT GUERRILLAS.

THERE IS NO WAR.

THERE IS ONLY CRIME.

DEMORALIZATION--

I WANT TO SEE THESE PEOPLE IN JAIL.

TIM, WHAT'’S THE SITUATION

IN THE PRISONS AT THE MOMENT?

IN OUR EXPERIENCE,

GETTING INVOLVED IN A STRUGGLE WITH THE I.R.A. PRISONERS IN PARTICULAR

MERELY TENDS TO SERVE THE TERRORISTS

AS A RALLYING ISSUE.

THANK YOU, TIM,

BUT I THINK WE NEED TO CHANGE TACK SLIGHTLY.

WE WANT TO MAKE THE PRISONS AN ASSET,

NOT A LIABILITY,

FOR IT IS IN THE PRISONS

THAT WE WILL BREAK THE BACK OF THE I.R.A.

[BELL DINGS]

GERARD.

FRANKIE'’S CALLED AN EMERGENCY MEETING.

I HAVE TO GO.

[DOOR CLOSES]

JESUS, COME ON. WE CAN'’T LET THEM AWAY WITH THIS.

WE'’VE NO CLEARANCE FROM DUBLIN.

I DON'’T GIVE A SHIT.

WE HAVE TO RETALIATE.

CAN ANYBODY GET A CLEAN CAR?

HUH?

WHAT'’S FOR BREAKFAST, MA?

LIAM QUIGLEY, LOOK AT YOU.

YOU'’LL NEVER GET A GIRL LOOKING LIKE THAT, WILL YOU? IT'’S EGGS.

SIT DOWN.

I WANT A SOFT ONE THIS TIME.ALL RIGHT.

THOSE BASTARDS.

THEY'’RE BLOWING ALL THE BRIDGES UP.

DON'’T USE THAT LANGUAGE IN HERE, PLEASE.

BUT WHY?

WHY? TO CONTROL US.

US? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, US?

THIS EGG IS HARD.

VERY FUNNY.

HERE YOU ARE.

HERE'’S THE REAL ONE.

WHERE'’S MY LUNCH?

WHO ATE MY LUNCH?

I TOOK AN APPLE.

[MUTTERS]

WHY DON'’T YOU GET A JOB?

IT WAS JUST AN APPLE.

[WHISPERING] She'’s on a diet.

[DOOR CLOSES]

HAVE SOME TEA. YOU MUST BE FREEZING.

CAN I BORROW YOUR CAR?

CAR? WHY?

I HAVE TO GET SHOES.

OK. WILL YOU DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL?

SURE I WILL.

GOOD. THERE YOU GO.

THANKS.

HOW'’S YOUR EGG? GOD, LOOK AT THE TIME.

COME ON. COME ON. EAT IT UP QUICK.

COME ON, GERARD.

HUP.

HUP. HUP.

[MOOING]

HOLD IT! HOLD IT! YOU'’RE FRIGHTENING THE ANIMALS.

HOLD IT!

HUP. HUP.

HUP. HUP.

HUP. HUP. HUP.

HUP. HUP. HUP. HUP. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET TO OUR CATTLE?

IT'’S TO STOP YOUR SON MURDERING PEOPLE

AND RUNNING BACK ACROSS THE BORDER DOWN THERE.

MY SON WOULD NEVER RUN FROM YOU, McPEAKE.

WHY DON'’T YOU GO HOME, ANNIE, BEFORE YOU GET YOURSELF IN TROUBLE?

COME ON, MA.

IGNORE THEM.

TELL YOUR FRANKIE WE'’LL GET HIM,

NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES.

TELL HIM YOURSELF.

ALL RIGHT, BOYS, BRING IT DOWN.

STAND BACK THERE.

HUP. HUP. GO ON.

BASTARDS.

GOD, I DON'’T BELIEVE THIS.

AND I'’VE GOT CONCERT PRACTICE THIS MORNING.

[BELL RINGS]

Kathleen: WILL YOU PICK US UP AT 4:00?

Gerard: YEAH.

DON'’T SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY, OK?

RUN, LIAM.

[CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN]

SORRY I'’M LATE, BRENDA.

NO PROBLEM.

HOW'’S IT GOING? ALL RIGHT? GOOD.

GOD, THE ROADBLOCKS THIS MORNING.

I COULDN'’T BELIEVE IT.

OK, I'’VE GOT THE ORDER HERE.

[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

COME ON.

[DOOR CLOSES]

LET'’S GO.

[BELL RINGS]

[SCREAMING]

GO.

JUST BE CALM. BE CALM, EVERYBODY. BE CALM.

[SIRENS]

[HORN BLASTS]

GET OFF THE ROAD!

Soldier: GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!

OH, MY GOD.

GET OFF THE ROAD.

MOVE OR I'’LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED.

MADAM, I DON'’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

HE CURSED AT ME.

YOU TRAMP.

I'’M NOT MOVING FOR THEM. GET OFF OF ME.

GET OFF. LEAVE ME ALONE.

AND GET THOSE GIRLS IN HERE.

GET AWAY FROM ME.

YOU TRAMP.COME ON, GIRLS.

TRAMP.

COME ON. QUICKLY, GIRLS. QUICKLY.

[HORN HONKS]

YOU'’RE HOME EARLY.

THERE WAS A BOMB. THEY HAD TO CLOSE THE SCHOOL.

DID YOU NOT HEAR IT?

I WAS IN CASTLEWARD.

MADNESS.

DID YOU GET ANY SHOES?

THERE WEREN'’T ANY I LIKED.

HUH--DO YOU MEAN TO SAY I HAD TO WALK HOME FOR NOTHING?

OH, GOD. MAKE ME A CUP OF TEA, WILL YOU?

WHO DID THIS?

WE BELIEVE THIS MAN DID IT.

FRANK HIGGINS.

GET HIM.

[BELL RINGS]QUICK.

UH, HELLO, SISTER BERNADINA.

DID YOU STRIKE MY DAUGHTER YESTERDAY?

I BEG YOUR PARDON.

YOU DID, AND YOU HUMILIATED HER IN FRONT OF A BUNCH OF BRATS.

PLEASE, MRS. HIGGINS, UH...

YOU'’RE A TROUBLEMAKER, ANNIE HIGGINS,

AND I WANT YOU OUT OF MY SCHOOL.

BY JESUS, YOU'’LL NOT DO THAT TO ONE OF MINE.

GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL, OR I'’LL CALL THE POLICE.

[LAUGHS] DO YOU THINK I'’M AFRAID OF THE POLICE?

YOU TOUCH MY CHILD AGAIN,

AND THAT OUTFIT WON'’T SAVE YOU.

GET UP TO YOUR CLASSES.

[BARKING]

[BARKING]

IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?

HE'’S FINE.

HE WANTS TO SEE YOUSE TONIGHT, OK?

SO WE'’LL BE COMING OVER THE BACK WAY.

GOOD. I'’LL KEEP THE DOGS IN SO.

OK.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

I'’LL SEE YOUSE LATER.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

DID YOU SEE THAT?

YEAH, I SEE HIM.

I GOT THE NUMBER.

Emcee: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, COMING UP SOON,

WE'’LL HAVE THE CHRISTMAS DRAW,

HOW YOU DOING, GERARD?BUT IN THE MEANTIME...

TAKE YOUR PARTNERS FOR A SLOW WALTZ.

50. APPRECIATE IT.

THAT'’S FROM YOUR GRANNY, OK?

THANKS, GRANNY.

HERE YOU GO.

THANKS, GERARD.

GET UP AND TAKE YOUR MA OUT FOR A DANCE.

SHE'’S SITTING THERE ALL ALONE.

I CAN'’T DANCE.

COME ON. I'’M DYING TO DANCE

WITH THE BEST-LOOKING MAN IN THE ROOM.

WELL, YOU'’LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE DO WITH ME, THEN, WON'’T YOU?

[LAUGHS]

THAT'’LL DO FOR ME.

[GASPS]

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!

Emcee: RIGHT, KIDS. LOOK WHO'’S HERE.

[CHEERING]

HO HO!

[JINGLE BELLSPLAYS]

Santa: 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.

Man: CONTACT.

BACKUP, STAND BY.

ALPHA TEAM, STAND BY.

[DOG BARKS]

THERE THEY ARE.

[DOOR CLOSES]

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?

[DOOR CLOSES]

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.

[MATCHES DROP]

JESUS CHRIST.

EVERY YEAR WE HAVE TO SIT BESIDE A BLOODY EMPTY CHAIR.

I KNOW, I KNOW.HE'’S DEAD. HE'’S NOT COMING BACK.

I KNOW. SHH.

Theresa: 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!

[GROWLING AND BARKING]

[DOG YELPS]

JESUS, FRANKIE.

GO.

Theresa: MA, WHAT'’S WRONG, MA? OH, JESUS, MA.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Theresa: HELP! HELP!

SECURITY FORCES!

AAH!

NO! NO, YOU DON'’T.

AAH! I'’M HIT.

AAH!

FRANKIE, WE'’LL TAKE CARE OF THAT.

SIT DOWN AND DON'’T MOVE!

Frank: COME ON. GET IN HERE. GET IN HERE.

I CAN'’T WALK, FRANK.

Soldier: LET'’S GO! EVERYBODY OUT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT!

HE'’S HURT.

GET THE BACK.ALL RIGHT.

Soldier over Radio: ALL UNITS, WE'’RE IN POSITION.

YOU! PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!

WE FOUND THEM, SIR.

WELL, HELLO, FRANKIE.

AND WHO HAVE WE HERE?

TAKE HIM.

Soldier: 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!

[CHRISTMAS MUSIC PLAYS]

[LAUGHING]

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.

Liam: YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!

LIAM...

LET GO OF ME!Man: 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.

[EXHALES FORCEFULLY]

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.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

ALL RIGHT.

Clerk: ORDER! ORDER!

ALL RISE.

[ANNIE COUGHS A WARNING]

DO THE DEFENDANTS HAVE REPRESENTATION?

I'’M HERE TO REPRESENT GERARD QUIGLEY, YOUR HONOR.

NO, YOU'’RE NOT.

[CROWD MURMURING]

THE DEFENDANT REFUSES COUNSEL.

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 NOTBE 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.

Clerk: EXHIBIT "A," YOUR HONOR.

UH, YOUR HONOR,

THIS IS A KALISHNIKOV 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.

Clerk: 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 FUCKIN'’ HANDS OFF HER!

STOP! GERARD!

LET GO YOUR BIG FUCKIN'’ 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!

[SIREN]

[BUZZER]

Guard: CLEAR.

[SNAPS FINGERS] 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.

[CLOTHING FALLS TO FLOOR]

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 radio: 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...

[BUZZER]

2 ON.

2 ON.

2 ON.

[CELL DOOR CLANGS SHUT]

2 ON.

2 ON.

[PRISONERS SHOUTING]

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.

[CELL DOOR CLOSES]

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?

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 FUCKIN'’ 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!

[LAUGHING] WHAT?

SHIT.

18, 19, 20.

ALL RIGHT, LADS,

20 PRESS-UPS!

COME ON. ON THE FLOOR.

OH, SHIT.

[PRISONERS COMPLAINING]

START WITH SANDS.

36.

SLOP OUT.

NO SLOP OUT WITHOUT UNIFORM.

WHAT'’S GOING ON?

NO SLOP OUT WITHOUT UNIFORM.

THIS WON'’T FUCKIN'’ BREAK US.

RIGHT?

[SHOUTING]

Sands: BREAK THE WINDOW!

BREAK THE WINDOW!

Sands: HEY, GO, GO, GO!

[ALARM BUZZING]

GET THE BEDS OUT.

Kathleen: 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.

12.

INTO 12.

Guard: 10.

OH, GERARD.

Guard: 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.

Guard: LET'’S GO.

I LOVE YOU.

PASS, PLEASE.

RAISE YOUR ARMS.

DO YOU HAVE ANY CONTRABAND?

NO.

GO ON.

[DOG BARKING]

YOU ALL RIGHT?

GET IN.

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.

[SIGHS]

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."

[BUZZER]

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 SHIT 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?

Kathleen: 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.

[SIGHS]

SHE'’D SOUR THE DRINK.

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

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.

Bartender: 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.

FUCK ME.

IT'’S ROBINSON CRUSOE.

SORRY, FATHER.

FRANKIE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY OUR MASS?

ALL RIGHT.

YOUR EMINENCE, THIS IS BOBBY SANDS. BOBBY.

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

I'’M REALLY GLAD YOU COULD COME, YOUR EMINENCE.

IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO.

[SANCTUS BELL RINGING]

THIS IS THE LAMB OF GOD

WHO TAKES AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD.

HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO ARE CALLED TO HIS SUPPER.

LORD, I AM NOT WORTHY TO RECEIVE THEE,

BUT SAY THE WORD AND MY SOUL SHALL BE HEALED.

BODY OF CHRIST.

BODY OF CHRIST.

BODY OF CHRIST.

BODY OF CHRIST.

BODY OF CHRIST.BODY OF CHRIST.

CBS NEWS, CARDINAL. CARDINAL?

HAVE YOU GOT A STATEMENT?

DID BOBBY SANDS HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY?

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG PRIEST,

I WORKED FOR A TIME WITH THE POOR

IN THE SEWERS OF CALCUTTA...

WHO LET HIM IN?

I DID.

WHY?

[SIGHS]

HE'’S THE HEAD OF THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH IN IRELAND.

...FORCED TO SPREAD THEIR FECES ON THE WALLS,

TO POUR THEIR URINE UNDER THE CELL DOORS.

NOW, ONE WOULD NOT ALLOW AN ANIMAL

TO LIVE IN SUCH CONDITION,

LET ALONE 340 HUMAN BEINGS.

I AM AN M.P. IN THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT,

AND YOU HAVEN'’T HEARD THE LAST OF THIS, I PROMISE YOU.

WELL, THE SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, LADS.

GENTLEMEN, I'’M GLAD YOU FIND THIS SITUATION SO AMUSING.

WE NEED TO WIN THE MORAL HIGH GROUND ON THIS ONE.

I KNOW COMPROMISE IS A DIRTY WORD IN THIS ROOM,

BUT IF WE DON'’T COME UP WITH SOME FRESH IDEAS, AND SOON,

WE'’RE REALLY GOING TO FUCK IT UP.

WHAT A WANKER.

WHY DO WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH HIM?

HE'’S GOT SUPPORT.

AND HE MAY ALSO HAVE A POINT.

[BELL RINGS]

I, UH...

BROUGHT YOU A FEW FRESH EGGS...

AND A BIT OF BREAD...

FOR DRIVING ME UP THERE.

OH, YOU SHOULDN'’T HAVE.

I WANTED TO.

WELL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

ALL THE PUBLICITY'’S GREAT, ISN'’T IT?

DO YOU THINK ANYTHING WILL COME OF IT?

THEY CAN'’T IGNORE THE POPE, A CARDINAL,

ANDAN M.P., NOW, CAN THEY?

OH, AYE.

OH, MRS. HIGGINS, WILL YOU HAVE A CUP OF TEA?

UH, NO, THANK YOU. NO.

JIMMY'’S ON HIS OWN. I BETTER BE GETTING BACK.

THANK YOU, MRS. HIGGINS.

YOU'’RE WELCOME.

[POP]

JEEZ, I THOUGHT I WAS SHOT.

OH...

[LAUGHING]

GOD. YOU KNOW I NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK MYSELF.

WOULD YOU EVER GIVE US A LIFT?

YES. YES, COME ON.

WE'’LL PUT IT IN THE BACK OF THE CAR.

[LAUGHING]

I FEEL SILLY.

Annie: IT MUST BE A GREAT THING TO BE ABLE TO DRIVE.

Kathleen: RIGHT.

Annie: WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?

YOU HAVE A GO.

COME ON. HAVE A TRY.

GET IN.

OK, NOW, YOU JUST PUT IT INTO GEAR

AND MOVE FORWARD SLOWLY.

[STRIPPING GEARS]

JESUS GOD!

Annie: MY FOOT ISDOWN.

Kathleen: PUT IT DOWN.

NO, NO, NOT THAT FOOT. THE OTHER FOOT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THE OTHER FOOT?

TURN THE WHEEL. TURN THE WHEEL!

WHICH WAY?JUST TURN IT!

WHICH WAY?!ANY WAY! JUST TURN IT!

[OUTER DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[CELL DOOR UNLOCKS]

THERE'’S A GUY AT THE FOREIGN OFFICE

OFFERING US SOME KIND OF DEAL.

I DON'’T BELIEVE YOU.

I'’M SERIOUS.

[CLAPS HANDS]

OH, THAT'’S FUCKING GREAT.

TAKE IT EASY. TAKE IT EASY.

LET'’S NOT GET TOO EXCITED.

HERE.

JEEZ, WHERE'’D YOU GET THAT?

HE GAVE IT TO ME.

KIND OF A PEACE PIPE, I GUESS.

FUCKIN'’ NICE OF HIM.

SO WHAT KIND OF DEAL IS IT?

CIVILIAN CLOTHES, EDUCATION INSTEAD OF PRISON WORK,

WIN BACK LOST TIME.

PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING WE ASKED FOR.

AND WHO IS THIS GUY?

HE'’S A DIPLOMAT.

A DIPLOMAT.

WE'’LL GET 5 OR 6 SMOKES OUT OF THIS.

OH.

JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH.

GOD. THE TIDE.

Man: HELLO.

OH, THERE'’S SOMEONE.

HEY!

HEY!

HELLO!

COME ON, LADS.

STEP BACK, LADIES.

ALL RIGHT, LIFT!

UHH!

LIFT! UHH!

OH, GOD.

LUCKY WE WERE HERE, LADIES.

Kathleen: YES, THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

[LAUGHTER]

Kathleen: WELL DONE.

NOT BAD.

THERE. MAKES YOU FEEL FREE, DOESN'’T IT?

AYE, TILL YOU GET STUCK.

SUPPOSE IT'’S JUST AS WELL THEY CAME ALONG.

MMM.

I DON'’T HATE THEM ALL, YOU KNOW.

MUMMY! MUMMY! THERE'’S BEEN A DEAL.

YOU'’RE JOKE.

THEY'’RE GETTING THEIR OWN CLOTHES.

YAHOO!

OH!

OH! OH!

OH, THANK GOD!

OH, THANK GOD!

[CRYING] OH, THANK GOD!

OH.

GONNA HAVE A DRINK NOW.

GOD KNOWS WE NEED IT. JIMMY!

♪ EVENING SHADOWS MAKE ME BLUE ♪

♪ WHEN EACH WEARY DAY IS THROUGH ♪

♪ HOW I LONG TO BE WITH YOU ♪

♪ MY HAPPINESS ♪

♪ EVERY DAY I REMINISCE ♪

♪ DREAMING OF YOUR ♪

NO, NO, NO, NO.♪ TENDER KISS-- ♪

♪ OH, YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL ♪

♪ YOU GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL DOLL ♪

♪ LET ME PUT MY ARMS AROUND YOU ♪

♪ I COULD NEVER LIVE WITHOUT YOU ♪

♪ OH! ♪

♪ YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL ♪

♪ YOU GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL DOLL ♪

♪ IF YOU EVER LEAVE ME, HOW MY HEART WOULD BREAK-- ♪

Theresa: MA!

I'’M TIRED.

OH, BALLS, YOU.

SORRY, THERESA.

NIGHT.

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

♪ I'’M THE MAN FROM SOUTH AUSTRALIA ♪

♪ AS I WALKED OUT IN THE MORNING AIR ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ '’TWAS THERE I MET MISS NANCY BLAIR ♪

♪ I'’M THE MAN FROM SOUTH AUSTRALIA ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

♪ I'’M THE MAN FROM SOUTH AUSTRALIA ♪

♪ THERE'’S JUST ONE THING THAT'’S ON MY MIND ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ THAT'’S LEAVING NANCY THERE BEHIND ♪

♪ I'’M THE MAN FROM SOUTH AUSTRALIA ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU'’LL HEAR ME SAY ♪

LET'’S GO!

[CHEERING]

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ HEAVE AWAY, HAUL AWAY ♪

♪ HAUL AWAY, YOU ROLLING KING ♪

YEAH!

YEAH!

YEAH!

NO, I CAN'’T TAKE THOSE.

EXCUSE ME.

JUST WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NO?

WE WERE ASSURED THAT THEY WOULD BE ALLOWED TO WEAR THEIR OWN CLOTHES.

NO, NOT THEIR OWN CLOTHES. CIVILIAN CLOTHES.

I DON'’T UNDERSTAND.

OUR M.P. FRANK MAGUIRE ASSURED US THAT THESE ARE THE NEW RULES.

THEY'’RE ALLOWED THEIR OWN CLOTHES.

[WOMEN COMPLAINING]

WHAT'’S THIS?

THESE ARE YOUR NEW CLOTHES.

THE QUESTION OF WHETHER ALL PRISONERS IN NORTHERN IRELAND

SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO WEAR CIVILIAN CLOTHES

ISSUED BY THE PRISON OFFICIALS,

RATHER THAN PRISON UNIFORM.

WE DECIDED ON THAT,

THAT IT SHOULD APPLY TO ALL PRISONERS,

AND THEREFORE WE GAVE THAT CONCESSION TO ALL PRISONERS.

NO, NO, NO. WE DIDN'’T SAY THEIR OWN CLOTHES.

WE SAID CIVILIAN-STYLE CLOTHES.

NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME.

I'’M A DIPLOMAT IN HER MAJESTY'’S GOVERNMENT.

I DO NOT BREAK AGREEMENTS.

WELL, THIS IS WAR, NOT DIPLOMACY.

REALLY? I DISTINCTLY REMEMBER YOU SAYING TO ME

THAT IT WASN'’TWAR.

LOOK, I WANT YOU TO START TREATING THESE PEOPLE FOR WHAT THEY ARE--

A BUNCH OF TERRORISTS.

YOU DO WHAT IT TAKES TO DRAW THEM OUT INTO THE OPEN,

AND THEN YOU FINISH THEM OFF.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

NO.

WHO'’S BOBBY SANDS?

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

HELLO. BLARNEY ROOF GARDEN.

Kathleen: ALICE? ALICE, IT'’S ME.

MUMMY. HOW YOU DOING?

FINE. LISTEN, ALICE, THE PRISONERS ARE GOING ON HUNGER STRIKE.

HAS OUR GERARD GONE ON IT?

NO, NO.

ARE YOU SURE?

YES. YES, I'’M SURE.

OK. WELL...

DO YOU WANT ME TO COME HOME?

NO. STAY WHERE YOU ARE. YOU'’RE BETTER OFF THERE.

BOBBY SANDS HAS BEEN ON HUNGER STRIKE NOW FOR 15 DAYS.

SURELY SOMEBODY CAN DO SOMETHING.

WELL, SINN FEIN ARE DOING ALL THEY CAN...

PARENTS MEETING.

[SIGHS]

HAS FRANK MAGUIRE SPOKEN YET?

NO. JUST THE USUAL.

OK.

THE VATICAN'’S ALREADY BEEN INFORMED. THE POPE KNOWS.

OH, THE POPE KNOWS?

YES. THE CHURCH IS DOING EVERYTHING IT CAN IN THIS SITUATION.

BUT THE CHURCH IS DOING NOTHING

EXCEPT SITTING BACK AND ALLOWING THE BRITISH ARMY--

WHAT HAS THE CHURCH--

GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE.

Man: YOU'’RE OUR M.P. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

WHAT ARE ANY OF YOUSE DOING ABOUT IT?

NOW, LOOK, THE GOVERNMENT NEEDS MY VOTE BADLY

IN THIS BUDGET DEBATE.

NOW, I THINK WE CAN GET WHAT WE NEED.

THE PRISONERS CAN RELY ON FRANK MAGUIRE.

[CHEERING]

[CELL DOOR OPENS]

WE ONLY NEED ONE.

I'’M SORRY. IT'’S THE RULES.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]

Radio: WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR A NEWS FLASH.

THE DEATH HAS TAKEN PLACE OF MR. FRANK MAGUIRE,

THE INDEPENDENT NATIONALIST M.P.

FOR FERMANAGH AND SOUTH TYRONE.

MR. MAGUIRE, WHO HELD THE BALANCE OF POWER AT WESTMINSTER

AND WAS A PROMINENT SUPPORTER OF THE DEMANDS

OF THE H-BLOCK HUNGER STRIKERS,

DIED OF A HEART ATTACK AT HIS HOME IN LISNASKEA.

DAMN!

AFTER ABOUT 50 DAYS OR SO,

THEIR BODIES BEGIN TO BREAK DOWN.

THE APPARENTLY LESS VITAL ORGANS--

THE EYESIGHT-- WOULD BEGIN TO DIMINISH,

BECOME HYPERSENSITIVE TO LIGHT.

THE MUSCULAR SYSTEM WOULD BEGIN TO PULL AWAY...

I JUST HAD A PHONE CALL FROM MAZE.

I THINK WE'’VE GOT A PROBLEM.

...NERVOUS SYSTEM, PRODUCING SPASMS.

LISTEN...

THEY'’RE GOING TO RUN SANDS

FOR MAGUIRE'’S OLD SEAT

IN THE BRITISH PARLIAMENT.

THAT'’S A FANTASTIC IDEA.

WILL YOU HELP US... WITH THE CAMPAIGN?

WHO DO YOU MEAN BY "US"?

YOU MEAN SINN FEIN?

NO. HELP THE HUNGER STRIKERS.

ANNIE, I DON'’T BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE.

YOU MUST UNDERSTAND THAT.

BUT THIS ISN'’T ABOUT VIOLENCE, MRS. QUIGLEY.

THIS IS ABOUT ELECTIONS.

Radio: ONCE AGAIN, THE PRIME MINISTER STAYED UNFLINCHINGLY FIRM.

Thatcher: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS POLITICAL MURDER,

POLITICAL BOMBING, OR POLITICAL VIOLENCE.

WE WILL NOT COMPROMISE ON THIS.

THERE WILL BE NO POLITICAL STATUS.

ALL ATTEMPTS TO INTIMIDATE US WILL FAIL.

Protesters: POLITICAL STATUS NOW.

DON'’T LET THEM DIE.

POLITICAL STATUS NOW.

DON'’T LET THEM DIE.

POLITICAL STATUS NOW.

DON'’T LET THEM DIE.

POLITICAL STATUS NOW.

Annie: VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS, MISSIS.

HERE ARE YOUR PAMPHLETS.

SUPPORT THE HUNGER STRIKERS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS. DON'’T FORGET.

DON'’T FORGET THE POLLING DATE, NOW, SIR.

PUT BOBBY IN.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

THERE YOU GO, MISSIS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS. DON'’T FORGET THERE.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

Man with megaphone: A VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS

IS A VOTE AGAINST BRITISH REPRESSION IN IRELAND.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS!VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS!

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS. COME ON.

SUPPORT THE HUNGER STRIKERS.

THERE YOU GO, MISSIS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

DON'’T FORGET.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

SUPPORT THE PRISONERS IN THEIR FIGHT FOR POLITICAL STATUS.

VOTE HIM IN TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

SUPPORT THE PRISONERS IN THEIR FIGHT FOR POLITICAL STATUS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

VOTE HIM IN TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.

SUPPORT THE PRISONERS IN THEIR FIGHT FOR POLITICAL STATUS.

VOTE FOR BOBBY SANDS.

VOTE HIM IN TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.

[BELL RINGS]

MRS. QUIGLEY...

CAN I SEE YOU?

YOU'’VE DECIDED TO HONOR US WITH YOUR PRESENCE.

YES, I KNOW, MOTHER SUPERIOR.

I HAVEN'’T BEEN HERE MUCH RECENTLY,

BUT I'’M SURE YOU UNDERSTAND I'’VE BEEN VERY BUSY.

I CONFISCATED THESE IN YOUR CLASS.

YOU'’RE SUSPENDED.

RIGHT.

[SIGHS]

GOOD MORNING, MRS. QUIGLEY.

GOOD MORNING, CLASS.

ALL RIGHT, MRS. WHEELAN, THANK YOU.

I'’LL TAKE OVER NOW.

THANK YOU, MRS. WHEELAN.

IT'’S NICE TO SEE YOU.

OK, PAGE 95.

GOOD MORNING...

Mother Superior: SIT DOWN.

MAY I TALK TO YOU NOW?

YES, OF COURSE, MOTHER SUPERIOR.

GET OUT OF MY SCHOOL.

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, MOTHER SUPERIOR,

I SUGGEST THAT YOU CALL THE CARDINAL

AND TELL HIM WHY YOU'’RE SUSPENDING ME.

I HAVE HIS NUMBER IF YOU NEED IT.

IN THE MEANTIME, I HAVE A CLASS TO TEACH.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MOTHER SUPERIOR.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

OK, WHAT PAGE WAS IT?

PAGE 95.

95.

THIS MAN IS READY FOR THE HOSPITAL WING.

Gerard: DON'’T TOUCH HIM. I'’LL DO THAT.

OK, I'’M GONNA LIFT YOU UP, OK?

[GROANS]

UHH!

COME ON. YOU'’RE OK.

OK, I'’M JUST GONNA GET YOUR LEGS.

OK, I'’M GONNA LIFT YOU UP, OK?

1, 2, 3.

UHH!

[GROANING]

SIT BACK.

[LABORED BREATHING]

Gerard: OK.

I WON'’T LET YOU DOWN.

COME ON. COME ON.

Guard: OK, BACK IN THE CELL.

STICK WITH IT, LADS!

Prisoner: KEEP GOING, BOBBY!

STICK WITH IT, LADS!

PUT YOUR MARK?

OH, I DID.

YOU KNOW, I HAVE A TERRIBLE CONFESSION TO MAKE.

I'’VE NEVER VOTED IN MY LIFE BEFORE.

WELL, WE NEVER HAD MUCH USE

FOR THE BALLOT BOX OURSELVES.

GOD, ANNIE, DO YOU THINK HE COULD WIN?

[EACH SIDE SINGING ITS OWN PARTISAN SONG]

THE TENSION HERE IS ELECTRIC

AS WE AWAIT THE RESULTS OF THE FERMANAGH AND SOUTH TYRONE BY-ELECTION,

ONE OF THE MOST BITTERLY FOUGHT CAMPAIGNS IN NORTHERN IRELAND HISTORY,

WHERE IN AN UNPRECEDENTED MOVE,

THE PRIME MINISTER MARGARET THATCHER

CALLED FOR THE ELECTORATE TO REJECT THE I.R.A. PRISONER BOBBY SANDS,

NOW IN HIS 50th DAY OF A HUNGER STRIKE.

MRS. THATCHER THREW HER SUPPORT BEHIND HAROLD WEST...

SHH! SHH!

...AS POLLS SHOW THE GAP CLOSING BETWEEN HIM AND THE HUNGER STRIKER.

WHOO! WHOO!

AND NOW, WE'’RE GOING TO GO LIVE

AS THE POLLING OFFICER APPROACHES THE MICROPHONE.

WEST, HAROLD...

UNIONIST AND CONSERVATIVE PARTY

OF GREAT BRITAIN AND NORTHERN IRELAND...

29,046.

YAY! YAY! YAY!

SANDS,

ROBERT,

ANTI H-BLOCK POLITICAL PRISONER...

30,000--

YAY! YAY! YAY!

30,400--

BY GOD, HE GOT IT.

HE FUCKING GOT IT.

YAY! YAY! YAY!

I DECLARE ROBERT SANDS

DULY ELECTED AS MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT...

FOR FERMANAGH AND SOUTH TYRONE.

[CHEERING]

[PRISONERS BANGING ON CELLS]

THEY DONE IT!

BOBBY SANDS, M.P.!

[CHEERING AND BANGING]

[LAUGHING]

[HEART MONITOR BEEPS SLOWLY]

BOBBY.

BOBBY.

BOBBY.

BOBBY.

YOU WON.

YOU MADE YOUR POINT.

IS IT NOT TIME TO STOP NOW?

WILL THEY DO A DEAL?

I WILL SEE THIS THROUGH...

TO THE END.

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

NO.

NO.

NO.

Kathleen: GOD, NO!

GERARD.

WHAT ABOUT LIAM?

WHAT ABOUT LIAM? YOU CAN'’T--

YOU MUST--

YOU MUST NOT DO THIS, GERARD,

YOU HEAR ME?

[CRYING] NO!

NO!

PLEASE, I--I HAVE TO TALK TO HIM SOME MORE.

NO. GET HIM BACK.

THE VISIT'’S OVER.

NO. PLEASE, PLEASE.

PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME SPEAK WITH HIM.

THERE'’S NOTHING WE CAN DO.

OUR HANDS ARE TIED.

NO.

YOUR SON HAS MADE HIS DECISION.

YOU DON'’T UNDERSTAND.

PLEASE, I NEED MORE TIME.

PLEASE. PLEASE GIVE ME MORE TIME.

I JUST--I JUST HAVE TO SEE HIM AGAIN.

PLEASE.

IT'’S ALL RIGHT. COME ON, KATHLEEN.

[CRYING]

SHH, CALM DOWN. DON'’T SHOW YOURSELF UP IN FRONT OF THEM.

SHH, GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.

GIVE ME THE KEYS.

GIVE ME THE KEYS, PLEASE.

GIVE ME THE KEYS, COME ON.

I HAVE TO GO BACK.

OH, JESUS.

OK.

YES, WE ARE DEEPLY MOVED, MRS. QUIGLEY,

BUT CAN YOU EXPLAIN TO MY COLLEAGUES WHY YOU ARE HERE

AND WHAT YOU HOPE CAN BE ACHIEVED?

[CLEARS THROAT]

WELL, WE'’VE, UH...

WE'’VE COME TO ASK--

TO BEG...YOU FOR OUR SONS'’ LIVES.

FOR THE LIFE OF BOBBY SANDS,

A FELLOW M.P.

WE ASK YOU TO PERSUADE THE GOVERNMENT TO--

TO GO IN THERE AND SPEAK TO THEM,

MAKE SOME KIND OF COMPROMISE BEFORE IT'’S TOO LATE--

BEFORE SOMEONE HAS DIED.

BUT WILL THE HUNGER STRIKERS GIVE UP?

EXCUSE ME, MADAM.

THESE MEN ARE TERRORISTS.

HER MAJESTY'’S GOVERNMENT--

SINCE I APPEAR TO BE THE ONLY REPRESENTATIVE--

DOES NOT NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS.

MY SON IS NOT A TERRORIST.

YOUR SON IS A CONVICTED MURDERER.

LOOK...

THEY WON'’T EVEN LET BOBBY SANDS TALK TO THE PRESS.

HE'’S OUR M.P. WE HAVE NO VOICE.

YOU KNOW, 30,000 PEOPLE VOTED FOR BOBBY SANDS.

THAT'’S MORE THAN VOTED FOR THATCHER,

SO WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?

YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW

THAT IT IS IN FACT YOU THAT WILL DECIDE YOUR SONS'’ FATE.

THE LAW CLEARLY STATES THAT IF YOUR SONS SHOULD LAPSE INTO COMAS,

THEN YOU HAVE THE LEGAL RIGHT TO TAKE THEM OFF THE STRIKE.

SURELY NO MOTHER WOULD ALLOW HER SON TO DIE.

Reporter: TENSION IS MOUNTING IN BELFAST TONIGHT

WITH THE NEWS THAT H-BLOCK HUNGER STRIKER BOBBY SANDS

IS ONLY HOURS AWAY FROM DEATH.

THERE WAS NO SIGN OF A LAST-MINUTE SETTLEMENT IN THE PRISON DISPUTE.

SANDS, WHO WAS ENTERING HIS 66th DAY OF HUNGER STRIKE...

Man: LEAVE ALONE BOBBY SANDS!

YOU BASTARDS!

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

HE'’S OUR M.P.!

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

BASTARDS!

Woman: WOULD EVERYONE PLEASE JOIN US

FOR A PRAYER VIGIL AT THE POLICE STATION?

KATHLEEN.

FORM AT THE CORNER.

KATHLEEN.

[GIVING LAST RITES]

All: HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

Annie: HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

[BEEP]

HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONG WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

All: HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

[PRAYING]

Woman: HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONG WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

All: HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

[BEEPING]

[FLATLINE TONE]

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN

AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE...

HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

[POLICE WHISTLES BLOW]

Woman: HE'’S DEAD!

[WHISTLES]

HE'’S DEAD!

[WHISTLES]

MURDERING BASTARDS!

LIAM!

LIAM!

LIAM!

Woman: RUN, EVERYBODY, RUN!

LIAM!

LIAM!

NO!

NO! COME ON.

COME ON.

[BAGPIPES PLAYING]

[BELLS TOLL]

PRESENT...ARMS!

LOAD...

FIRE!

LOAD...

FIRE!

LOAD...

FIRE!

Reporter: SOME 100,000 PEOPLE TOOK PART IN THE FUNERAL.

ABROAD...

A WAVE OF ANTI-BRITISH PROTESTS...

THIS IS A DISASTER.

IS THIS THE OFFICIAL FOREIGN OFFICE LINE,

OR IS THIS MERELY YOUR LINE, HARRINGTON?

THOMAS, DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE ROLE

OF IRISH MARTYRS IN HISTORY?

1916...PIERCE CONNOLLY.

WELL, YOU'’VE CREATED ANOTHER ONE.

...THATCHER TO BEHAVE WITH COMPASSION.

DON'’T LET ANY MORE DIE.

DON'’T LET ANY MORE DIE.

GIVE US YOUR SUPPORT.

GIVE US YOUR SUPPORT.

DON'’T LET ANY MORE DIE.

DON'’T LET ANY MORE DIE.

GIVE US YOUR SUPPORT.

GIVE US YOUR SUPPORT.

REMEMBER BOBBY SANDS.

REMEMBER BOBBY SANDS.

YOU FEINIAN BASTARDS!

HERE.

IT'’S ALL RIGHT. IT'’S ALL RIGHT.

IT'’S ONLY PISS.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YOU'’LL BE OK.

COME ON, WE'’LL GET YOU HOME NOW. COME ON.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

I'’M FINE.

YOU'’RE ALL RIGHT. BASTARDS!

HELLO?

MUMMY.

ALICE.

I HAD TO COME HOME.

GOOD.

THERE ARE NOW 10 OF THEM ON THE STRIKE.

THE FIRST FEW ARE HARD-CORE GUNMEN AND BOMBERS

WHO'’VE MURDERED INNOCENT PEOPLE,

BUT FURTHER DOWN THE LINE,

WE'’VE GOT YOUNG MEN

WHO ARE ONLY INVOLVED PERIPHERALLY.

AND I'’M NOT SURE

ABOUT SHIFTING THE ONUS ONTO THE FAMILIES.

WE'’RE NOT NEGOTIATING, ARE WE?

WHO DOES HARRINGTON REPORT TO?

HE'’S A FOREIGN OFFICE MONITOR AT THE PRISONS.

BE CAREFUL WITH HIM.

WE HAVE EVERY CONFIDENCE IN YOU.

ALICE.

HIYA, LIAM.

HELLO, MA.

JESUS CHRIST, GERARD, CAN YOU NOT STOP THIS?

OH, GOD.

LOOK, IS THERE NO OTHER WAY?

ALICE, PLEASE.

WE'’VE ARGUED THIS OUT.

PLEASE RESPECT MY CONVICTIONS.

YOUSE KNOW SOMETHING?

I'’VE NEVER SEEN THINGS AS CLEARLY BEFORE...

AS I CAN SEE THINGS NOW.

HE WON'’T DO IT.

MUM, HE WON'’T GO THROUGH WITH IT.

OH.

Newscaster: THIS IS THE NORTHERN IRELAND NEWS.

IN A FURTHER ESCALATION OF THE PRISON CRISIS,

THE I.R.A. HAVE ISSUED THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT:

"OUR COMRADES ARE PREPARED TO DIE FOR THEIR RIGHTS."

MORNING, LADS.

"THOSE WHO TRY TO TAKE THOSE RIGHTS AWAY

MUST BE PREPARED TO PAY THE SAME PRICE."

Gunman: COME ON!

COME ON!

NO!

HELP!

NO!

OH!

OH, NO!

OHH...

I'’M PROUD OF YOU.

WHY?

FOR RESPECTING MY BELIEFS.

OH, GERARD.

WHO SAID I RESPECTED YOUR BELIEFS?

YOU HAD A CHOICE IN WHAT YOU DID,

BUT YOU LEFT US WITH NO CHOICE.

DON'’T LET US DIE.

Woman: KIERAN!

KIERAN!

I'’LL SEE.

Woman: OH!

CAN'’T GO OUT THERE.

WE MUST ALL MOURN THE DEATH OF THIS YOUNG MAN,

BUT WE MUST ALSO MOURN THE DEATH

OF 2 PRISON OFFICERS

BRUTALLY MURDERED IN FRONT OF THEIR OWN FAMILIES.

SOME OF YOU HERE

HAVE YOUR HANDS STEEPED IN BLOOD.

WHO PAID YOU TO SAY THAT, DALY?

I BEG YOU NOW,

STOP THIS VIOLENCE.

WHO PUT YOU UP TO IT?

WE DON'’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS.

Daly: IT IS OUR SOLEMN DUTY--

Man: WHY DON'’T YOU STICK TO RELIGION, DALY?!

Daly: ...UNDER GOD, TO SAVE LIFE.

DID THE BRITS GET AT YOU?

WE MUST SAVE LIFE WHEREVER POSSIBLE,

HOWEVER UNPOPULAR IT IS.

PLEASE...

DON'’T LET ANYBODY ELSE DIE.

PLEASE DON'’T LET ANYBODY ELSE DIE.

[WOMAN SOBBING]

KIERAN!

[SOBBING]

THIS IS WRONG. THIS IS WRONG!

WHAT YOU SAID IN THERE WAS AN ABSOLUTE BLOODY DISGRACE.

WHAT I SAID IN THERE IS GOD'’S LAW.

YOU'’RE TELLING ME TO BETRAY MY SON?

IT'’S GOD'’S LAW, ANNIE!

THIS ISN'’T A PROTEST ANYMORE.

THESE PEOPLE ARE USING THESE FUNERALS TO WIN SUPPORT.

THESE PEOPLE ARE OUR FRIENDS AND OUR FAMILIES.

Daly: LOOK, YOU HAVE TO TAKE YOUR SONS OFF.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE.

YOU CAN MAKE A CHOICE.

Danny: LEAVE THEM ALONE.

NO, I DON'’T.

IT'’S NOT MY CHOICE TO MAKE.

JESUS CHRIST, DO YOU THINK IF IT WAS MY CHOICE,

I'’D LET HIM DIE?

COME ON, ANNIE, LET'’S GO HOME.

I--

DO YOU HEAR ME, KATHLEEN?

HE'’S LOSING CONSCIOUSNESS.

WE SHOULD CONTACT THE NEXT OF KIN.

MRS. QUIGLEY? TIM HARRINGTON.

LEAVE ME ALONE.

PLEASE, MRS. QUIGLEY, I THINK WE HAVE A SOLUTION.

EXCUSE ME. I'’M GOING TO STAY WITH MY SON.

LOOK, WE CAN RESOLVE THIS BLOODY MESS.

DO YOU WANT TO STOP THIS MADNESS?

DO YOU?

WHILE THERE'’S STILL TIME, PLEASE TAKE ME TO DANNY BOYLE.

AM I SAFE HERE?

THEY'’LL HAVE TO SHOOT ME AS WELL.

[BUZZER]

YOU THINK THEY WON'’T?

YOU'’VE GOT SOME NERVE COMING HERE.

MR. BOYLE, I HAVE A PROPOSAL.

THE PRISONERS CAN HAVE THEIR SPECIFIC DEMANDS.

AS A RIGHT?

AS A RIGHT.

PROVIDED THE HUNGER STRIKE IS CALLED OFF FIRST

AND YOUR ORGANIZATION MAKES NO STATEMENT

CLAIMING TO HAVE WON PRISONER-OF-WAR STATUS.

MAY I HAVE AN ASHTRAY?

THE GOVERNMENT WILL SAY

THAT IN LIGHT OF THE PRISONERS'’ SENSIBLE DECISION

TO END THE HUNGER STRIKE,

WE ARE RE-EXAMINING THE PRESENT REGIME.

YOU CHEATED US ABOUT THE CLOTHES.

MR. BOYLE, I HAVE NEVER CHEATED ANYONE IN MY LIFE.

NOW,

IF THE TERMS ARE ACCEPTABLE,

I WILL GO INTO THE PRISON TONIGHT

AND OUTLINE THE CHANGES TO THE HUNGER STRIKERS

IN THE PRESENCE OF A WITNESS OF YOUR CHOICE.

THATCHER WILL NEVER AGREE TO THIS DEAL.

SENIOR CONCERNED PARTIES WITHIN THE GOVERNMENT

FEEL STRONGLY THAT THE PRIME MINISTER WILL AGREE.

I'’LL HAVE TO CONSULT THE PRISONERS FIRST.

AND I MUST TALK TO MY PEOPLE.

DANNY, MY SON IS DYING.

WE DON'’T HAVE ANY TIME.

CAN'’T YOU JUST RESOLVE THIS NOW?

[GASPING]

[GASPING]

[GASPING]

DO SOMETHING. YOU MUST DO SOMETHING.

THERE'’S NOTHING I CAN DO. PLEASE LEAVE.

ONE ON! CLEAR THE WING!

KEEP GOIN'’, FRANKIE.

KEEP GOIN'’, GERARD.

HI, TOM.

MUST BE SERIOUS IF YOU'’RE HERE.

I THINK WE HAVE A DEAL.

OH!

KATHLEEN, ANY SIGN OF HARRINGTON?

NO. THEY TOLD ME HE WAS WITH YOU.

TOM McLAUGHLIN, THE PRISONERS'’ LEADER.

HOW ARE YOU, MRS. QUIGLEY?

YOU ALL RIGHT?

YES.

SO HE'’S NOT WITH YOU?

WHERE IS HE? DO YOU THINK HE'’S COMING?

I HAVE NO IDEA. HE MUST BE IN LONDON.

SO WHAT DO THE PRISONERS THINK, TOM?

THE PRISONERS WILL AGREE IF THE BRITS AGREE.

OH, THANK GOD.

CAN I BUM ONE OF THOSE ON YOU?

OH, YES, YES, OF COURSE.

WHERE IS HE?

YOU KNOW FRANKIE DOESN'’T HAVE LONG.

AYE, I KNOW.

ALL WE CAN DO IS WAIT, MRS. QUIGLEY.

YES...

YES, WE HAVE A DEAL.

THEY'’LL AGREE.

NO, NO LOSS OF FACE TO ANYONE.

WHAT'’S GOING ON?

HOW DARE YOU BARGE IN HERE?

YOUR CAREER'’S OVER.

WE HAVE A DEAL IN PLACE.

IT'’S NOT A DEAL. IT'’S SURRENDER.

I WARN YOU, I HAVE STRONG SUPPORT.

YOU'’LL BE LUCKY TO GET A PENSION.

GET OUT.

NOW.

CARDINAL'’S OFFICE, PLEASE.

YES, YOUR EMINENCE.

I THINK WE CAN REACH A COMPROMISE.

THAT'’S RIGHT.

KATHLEEN!

KATHLEEN, KATHLEEN...

THE CARDINAL ORGANIZED A DEAL.

WHAT DEAL?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

WHERE'’D THIS COME FROM?

FARNSWORTH'’S OFFICE.

YOU FUCKIN'’ IDIOT.

WHAT'’S WRONG?

"THE PRISONERS WILL HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF THEIR OWN CLOTHES."

JESUS CHRIST.

PRIVILEGE.

IT'’S ONLY A WORD.

WE HAVE BEEN IN DIRECT NEGOTIATIONS WITH HARRINGTON,

WHO WAS PREPARED TO ACCEPT THE 5 DEMANDS AS A RIGHT!

THERE ARE 9 MEN HAVE DIED FOR THAT RIGHT, DALY,

AND YOU HAVE NO REASON TO COME IN

AND INTERFERE IN THE WORK THAT SHOULD COME FROM THIS.

[SOUNDTRACK FADES ARGUING INTO SILENCE]

I'’M TAKING HIM OFF.

OK, NOW CLEAR THE ROOM.

[HEART MONITOR FLATLINES]

FRANKIE!

[SOBBING]

ANNIE...

KATHLEEN...

OH, ANNIE, I'’M SO SORRY.

SURE HIS SUFFERINGS ARE OVER NOW ANYWAY.

I TOOK GERARD OFF.

I HAD TO DO IT.

SOMEBODY HAD TO DO IT.

YOU'’RE LUCKY YOU HAD THE CHOICE.

OK, MRS. QUIGLEY, WILL YOU COME WITH ME, PLEASE?

OH, JESUS...

MRS. QUIGLEY, HOW IS YOUR SON?

MRS. QUIGLEY, WAS IT AN I.R.A. DIRECTIVE

FOR YOUR SON TO QUIT THE HUNGER STRIKE?

MRS. QUIGLEY, A FEW WORDS, PLEASE!

♪ OH, MY LOVE ♪

♪ IS A SMALL BOAT ♪

♪ AND IT RISES AND FALLS ON THE TIDE ♪

♪ AND AS I SAIL ON THE OCEAN ♪

♪ I HAVE ONE, ONE SECRET INSIDE ♪

♪ I DREAM OF THE SEABIRD ♪

♪ AS IT OPENS ITS WINGS TO THE GALE ♪

♪ AND AS IT SOARS O'’ER THE ISLAND ♪

♪ IT FOLLOWS THE WAKE OF MY TRAIL ♪

♪ AND WHEN THE DARK NIGHT FALLS ♪

♪ AND THE GRAY MISTS SURROUND ME ♪

♪ MY HEART IS A SMALL BOAT ♪

♪ YOUR SMILE IS THE SHORE ♪

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