All language subtitles for Algunos hijos

I know full well
the responsibilities
that await me

as I enter the door
of number 10,

and i'’ll strive
unceasingly

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,

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.

Gerard.

Frankie'’s called
an emergency meeting.

I have to go.

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.

Why Don'’t you
get a job?

It was just
an apple.

She'’s on a diet.

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.

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.

Kathleen:
Will you pick us up
at 4:00?

Gerard:
Yeah.

Don'’t spend
too much money, ok?

Run, Liam.

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.

Come on.

Let'’s go.

Go.

Just be calm.
Be calm, everybody.
Be calm.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

That'’ll do for me.

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.

Ho ho!

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.

There they are.

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?

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.

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!

Jesus, Frankie.

Go.

Theresa:
Ma, what'’s wrong, ma?
Oh, Jesus, ma.

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!

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.

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.

Clerk: 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.

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!

Guard: 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 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...

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?

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!

What?

Shit.

18, 19, 20.

All right, lads,

20 press-ups!

Come on.
On the floor.

Oh, shit.

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?

Sands:
Break the window!

Break the window!

Sands:
Hey, go, go, go!

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

I'’m really glad you could
come, your eminence.

It was the least
I could do.

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?

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.

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.

Jeez, I thought
I was shot.

Oh...

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.

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.

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!

There'’s a guy
at the foreign office

offering us
some kind of deal.

I Don'’t believe you.

I'’m serious.

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.

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!

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!

♪ 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.

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.

No.

Who'’s Bobby sands?

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.

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.

We only need one.

I'’m sorry.
It'’s the rules.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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!

Sit back.

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?

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.

They done it!

Bobby sands, m.P.!

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Woman: He'’s dead!

He'’s dead!

Murdering bastards!

Liam!

Liam!

Liam!

Woman: Run,
everybody, run!

Liam!

Liam!

No!

No! Come on.

Come on.

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.

Kieran!

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.

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?

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.

I'’m taking him off.

Ok, now clear
the room.

Frankie!

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 ♪