Kathleen Quigley:
Gerard, a man was shot!
Gerard Quigley:
But he was a soldier.
Kathleen Quigley:
He was somebody's son like you're mine!
Gerard Quigley:
He was waiting to kill us. He got shot.
Kathleen Quigley:
...You lied to me.
Gerard Quigley:
I had to. I lied because I wanted to protect you.
Kathleen Quigley:
Protect me?
Gerard Quigley:
I didn't think you could handle it. You spent years like running away from all this stuff, okay?
Kathleen Quigley:
I'm your mother! Don't you talk to me about protecting me!
Gerard Quigley:
I'm sorry!
Kathleen Quigley:
Sorry's not enough, Gerard!
[Composes herself]
Kathleen Quigley:
Listen... Listen, I've got a lawyer downstairs and he says that he can get your charge reduced to conspiracy...
Gerard Quigley:
-I have to tell you something. I'm probably going to get locked up for a long time, and I don't need a lawyer. Because I'm a prisoner of war. I'm not a criminal. I don't recognize the court!
Kathleen Quigley:
Are you out of your mind?
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