CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.
[WOMAN SINGING IN GAELIC]
YOU'VE GOT TO THINK OF HIM THE WAY HE WAS.
THE WAY HE'D CYCLE AROUND DUBLIN IN HIS PINSTRIPE SUIT
WITH £10,000 ON HIS HEAD.
"WHY, HI, JOE," HE'D SAY,
WHEN THAT'S WHAT THEY EXPECT,
BUT HE NEVER DID WHAT ANYONE EXPECTED.
HE GOT THE BRITISH OUT OF HERE,
AND NO ONE EXPECTED THAT.
SOME PEOPLE ARE WHAT THE TIMES DEMAND,
AND LIFE WITHOUT THEM SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE.
BUT HE'S DEAD, AND LIFE POSSIBLE.
HE MADE IT POSSIBLE.
[SHOUTING]
[GUNFIRE]
FIRE!
CEASE FIRING!
MOVE FORWARD!
COME FORWARD!
KEEP YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR
AND YOUR WEAPONS VISIBLE AT ALL TIMES.
FORM UP IN 3 COLUMNS ACROSS THE SQUARE.
NOW GROUND YOUR ARMS
AND TAKE 3 PACES BACK SLOWLY.
Soldier: MOVE 3 PACES BACK NOW!
GAME'S OVER, HARRY. WE LOST AGAIN.
Soldier: QUICK...MARCH!
PICK YOUR FEET UP.
COME ON.
MOVE IT, YOU FENIAN BASTARD.
Soldier: OPEN THE GATES.
Second Soldier: GO ON, MOVE IT!
COME ON. COME ON.
COME ON, KEEP IN LINE.
NOW, SHOW ME THE RINGLEADERS OF THIS LITTLE FARCE.
PEARSE...
WITH THE GUNNER EYE.
McDONAGH.
THOMAS CLARKE.
CONNOLLY.
AAH!
GET UP, YOU FENIAN SWINE. GET UP!
WAIT, MICHAEL. WAIT.
TILL WHEN?
TILL THE NEXT TIME.
[GROANS]
Soldier: RETURN TO YOUR RANKS. GO ON!
EAMON DE VALERA.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME?
WE WON'T PLAY BY THEIR RULES, HARRY.
WE'LL INVENT OUR OWN.
FIRE!
THE FACT...
THAT I WAS BORN IN...
AMERICA...
MIGHT SAVE MY HIDE.
De Valera: EITHER WAY...
I AM READY...FOR WHAT...
COMES.
THE IRISH REPUBLIC...
IS A DREAM...NO LONGER.
Soldier: FIRE!
IT IS DAILY SEALED...
BY THE LIFEBLOOD...
OF THOSE WHO PROCLAIMED IT.
FIRE! [GUNSHOTS]
AND EVERY ONE OF US...
THEY SHOOT...
BRINGS MORE PEOPLE...
TO OUR SIDE.
FIRE!
THEY CANNOT IMPRISON US FOREVER.
AND FROM...THE DAY...
OF OUR RELEASE,
MICHAEL...
WE MUST ACT...
AS IF THE REPUBLIC...
IS A FACT.
WE DEFEAT...
THE BRITISH EMPIRE...
BY...
IGNORING IT.
FIRE!
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[CHUCKLES]
THEY LET US OUT OF JAIL SO WE CAN DO OUR BEST
TO BE PUT INSIDE AGAIN, HARRY.
DON'T YOU SEE A CERTAIN PARADOX IN THAT?
HMM?
PARADOX-- A CONTRADICTION.
WHERE AN IMMOVABLE FORCE
MEETS AN IMMOVABLE OBJECT KIND OF THING?
[SNORES]
HEY.
[CHUCKLES]
AH, LOOKIT, HARRY. ISN'T THAT A LOVELY PICTURE?
WHAT?
Collins: MAYBE WE SHOULD SETTLE DOWN.
AYE, JUST THE TWO OF US?
AND HIM.
WHO?
COME ON.
THANK YOU.
ALL RIGHT, MICHAEL. HOW ARE YOU?
SO TELL ME, HOW LONG HAS THAT MAN BEEN THERE FOR?
AS LONG AS WE HAVE. HALF AN HOUR OR SO.
HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WERE COMIN'?
THEY KNOW WHAT WE EAT FOR BREAKFAST.
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO BEAT THEM, THEN.
WHAT'S THAT?
FIND OUT WHAT THEY EAT FOR BREAKFAST.
FUCK.
IT'S MARKET DAY.
[SHEEP BLEATING]
WHERE YOU GOIN'?
GIT-UP. GO ON.
GIT-UP. GO ON. GO ON.
SO, WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?
BIT OF A TRAFFIC JAM HERE, LADS.
I THINK IF YOU BACKED UP, THEN WE COULD BACK UP,
AND SURE YOU COULD CHASE US SOME MORE, WHAT?
SURE IF WE SIT HERE FOR A MINUTE,
IT'LL SORT ITSELF OUT.
AYE, I GRANT SO.
GO ON! GO ON! [WHISTLES]
GO ON, GIT!
[SHEPHERD WHISTLES]
[BLEATING]
THE FACT THAT THE CANDIDATE
YOU'RE BEING ASKED TO VOTE FOR
IS AT THIS MOMENT ROTTING IN AN ENGLISH JAIL
SHOULDN'T PUT YOU OFF!
SURE, WASN'T I IN ONE MYSELF TILL A WEEK AGO?
[LAUGHTER]
THEY CAN JAIL US.
THEY CAN SHOOT US.
THEY CAN EVEN CONSCRIPT US.
Man: NO WAY.
THEY CAN USE US
AS CANNON FODDER IN THE SOMME,
BUT...
WE HAVE A WEAPON...
MORE POWERFUL THAN ANY IN THE WHOLE ARSENAL
OF THEIR BRITISH EMPIRE,
AND THAT WEAPON IS OUR REFUSAL,
OUR REFUSAL TO BOW TO ANY ORDER BUT OUR OWN,
ANY INSTITUTION BUT OUR OWN.
OUR FRIENDS
AT THE ROYAL IRISH CONSTABULARY
WOULD LIKE TO SHUT ME UP.
LET THEM TRY IT!
OH, YES, JAIL ME AGAIN,
SHOOT ME. WHO KNOWS?
BUT I'D LIKE YOU TO SEND THEM A MESSAGE.
THEY SHUT ME UP...
WHO'LL TAKE MY PLACE?
I WILL! I WILL!
WHO IS GOING TO TAKE MY PLACE?
WE WILL!
I CAN'T HEAR YOU. WHO'LL TAKE MY PLACE?
WILL THEY SHUT YOU UP?!
[CHEERING AND SHOUTING]
CLEAR A PATH!
ALL RIGHT, CLEAR A PATH! GET HIM OUT!
GO ON! GET HIM OUT!
SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
KITTY.
IS HARRY HERE, TOO?
DOWNSTAIRS.
WHAT DID THEY HIT YOU WITH?
ACH, WHATEVER IT WAS, IT WAS HARD.
YOU'LL BE ALL RIGHT, THEN.
YOU A NURSE, KITTY?
I'M NOTHING. I'M MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER.
AND WHO'S YOUR FATHER?
HE'S DEAD.
THERE'S DINNER IN AN HOUR, IF YOU FANCY IT.
I GRANT SO.
¶ LAST NIGHT SHE CAME TO ME ¶
¶ SHE CAME SOFTLY ¶
¶ WAS SO SOFTLY SHE CAME THAT ¶
¶ HER FEET MADE NO DIN ¶
¶ AND SHE LAID HER HAND ON ME ¶
¶ AND THIS SHE DID SAY ¶
¶ AYE, IT WILL NOT BE LONG, LOVE ¶
¶ TILL OUR WEDDING DAY ¶
[APPLAUSE]
GORGEOUS, KITTY. BEAUTIFUL.
ABSOLUTELY--
MICK'S ABOUT TO MAKE ANOTHER SPEECH.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYIN' OVER THERE, BOLAND,
YOU--YOU DUBLIN JACKEEN, YOU?
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT SINGIN'?
I AGREE, YOU WEST CORK MUCK SAVAGE.
YOU'RE THE EXPERT IN SINGIN',
SO IT'S YOUR TURN NOW.
HEY, HEY, HEY, GIVE OVER, HARRY, WILL YA?
SHE'S A VOICE LIKE AN ANGEL. I HAVE ONE LIKE A PUCK GOAT.
LADIES, IS IT OR IS IT NOT MICK'S TURN?
YES. YES.
A NOBLE CALL IS MINE, AND I CALL ON MICHAEL.
MICK, GIVE US YOUR PARTY PIECE.
COME ON.
Girl: COME ON, MICK, GIVE US A SONG.
Boland: NOW, HE HASN'T A NOTE
IN HIS HEAD.
SHUT UP.
[LAUGHTER]
OH, WELL DO I REMEMBER THE BLEAK DECEMBER DAY
THE LANDLORD AND THE SHERIFF CAME TO DRIVE US ALL AWAY.
THEY SET MY ROOF ON FIRE
WITH THEIR CURSE-ED FOREIGN SPLEEN,
¶ AND THAT'S ANOTHER REASON WHY I LEFT OLD SKIBBEREEN ¶
12 MORE VERSES NOW.
[MICHAEL SNORING]
YOU WANTED TO BE WOKEN.
THERE WAS A MAN IN WEST CORK WHO PROPOSED TO 5 SISTERS...
ONE AFTER THE OTHER.
I SUPPOSE THEY ALL REFUSED.
THEN THE FATHER DIED,
AND HE PROPOSED TO THE MOTHER.
ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING?
I WAS BUILDIN' UP TO A PROPOSAL,
BUT IT'S NOT EASY WITH A FENIAN IN YOUR BED.
HE LIKES YOU, TOO.
Boland: I DO?
STOP IT NOW.
BUT SADLY, HE SNORES.
I DO NOT.
SO, IT'S UP TO YOU, KITTY.
I DON'T HAVE TO LIKE EITHER.
NEVER WAS A TRUER WORD SPOKEN.
AND HE SLEEPS IN HIS TROUSERS.
ACH! BASTARD.
FORGIVE THE BRUTE.
MORNIN'.
Collins: BEHAVE YOURSELF.
AM I DREAMIN'?
I THINK YOU ARE.
[CHUCKLES]
WE'LL BE AN INVISIBLE ENEMY.
OUR UNIFORM WILL BE THAT OF THE MAN ON THE STREET,
THE PEASANT IN THE FIELD. WE'LL COME OUT OF THE CROWD,
STRIKE THE ENEMY, AND VANISH BACK INTO THE CROWD AGAIN.
WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE WE STRIKE WITH?
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?
[CHUCKLES]
SHOW ME.
JEEZ, LOOK AT THIS, HARRY.
[CHUCKLES]
SAME OLD STORY. YOU NEED SOMETHING BETTER.
SEAN, WHERE'S THAT POLICE BARRACKS?
2 MILES DOWN THE ROAD.
2 MILES DOWN THAT ROAD, THERE'S AN ARSENAL.
Man: HOW THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET IN?
WE HAVEN'T EVEN GOT BULLETS.
YEAH, BUT THEY DON'T KNOW THAT.
WHAT'S THAT?
A SOD OF TURF.
WRONG. THAT'S A WEAPON.
FUCKIN' DEADLY. YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?
HMM? WHAT IS IT NOW?
HMM?
[COUGHING]
GOOD EVENING, LADS.
HANDS IN THE AIR.
DROP YOUR WEAPONS!
NOW! COME ON.
GENTLEMEN, WE'LL BE RELIEVING YOU
OF YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES.
GRAB THAT BAG, ONE OF YOUSE.
COME ON.
FUCKIN' JESUS, LADS, IT'S CHRISTMAS.
YOU'LL BE ORGANIZED IN FLYING COLUMNS.
YOU'LL LIVE ON THE RUN.
YOU'LL ENGAGE THE ENEMY
ON NOBODY'S TERMS BUT YOUR OWN. WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
PAT. WHOSE TERMS, PAT?
OUR TERMS.
I WANT EACH ONE OF THOSE TO CAPTURE 10 MORE,
AND I WANT YOU TO ACCOUNT FOR EVERY BULLET, YOU UNDERSTAND?
All: YES.
STAND UP!
YOU UNDERSTAND?
YES, SIR. YES, SIR.
I'LL MAKE A FUCKIN' ARMY OUT OF YE
IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO.
AM I LATE, JOE?
NOT YET.
WON'T DO TO KEEP THE GOB-SHITES WAITING.
[DOOR CREAKS]
TOM. LIAM.
HARRY, I WANT SOME DETAILS--
[MUTTERING] HOLD ON, HOLD ON....
BEHIND YOU.
JESUS WEPT.
5 MINUTES. 5 MINUTES.
JOE, COME HERE.
SIT DOWN.
HAVE A DRINK.
WHAT'S ALL THIS, HUH? WHAT'S ALL THIS?
YOU BEEN ON MY HEELS FOR WEEKS NOW.
VERY FUCKIN' EAGER FOR A G-MAN.
I'VE SOMETHIN' FOR YOU.
DON'T.
DON'T YOU EVER CALM DOWN?
NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF THE WHOLE CABINET.
THEY'RE TO BE LIFTED TONIGHT.
IT'S AN ILLEGAL GATHERING...
IN OPEN DEFIANCE OF HIS MAJESTY'S GOVERNMENT.
HOW'D YOU GET THIS?
LIKE YOU SAID, I'M EAGER FOR A G-MAN.
AND WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU, HUH?
LOGICALLY, I SUPPOSE YOU SHOULDN'T.
BUT AS YOU SAID,
I'VE BEEN ON YOUR HEELS FOR WEEKS...
MAKIN' NOTES OF YOUR SPEECHES.
LET'S JUST SAY THAT YOU CAN BE PERSUASIVE.
YOU WORK FOR THE CASTLE, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
I KNOW.
WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID?
"OUR ONLY WEAPON IS OUR REFUSAL."
I AM GETTING VERY TIRED OF WATCHING THE SPECTACLE
OF AN UPSTART DOMITING THESE ENTIRE CABINET PROCEEDINGS.
I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN--
THE MINISTER IS, AS USUAL, EXCEEDING HIS BRIEF.
AND JUST WHAT IS MY BRIEF, CATHAL
THE MINISTER IS, AS USUAL, EXCEEDING HIINTELLIGENCE.
BULLSHIT. I'M MINISTER FOR GUNRUNNING,
DAYLIGHT ROBBERY,
AND GENERAL MAYHEM.
AND UNTIL OUR BOYS ARE ARMED,
NOTHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN.
BUT, AS MINISTER FOR INTELLIGENCE,
I'D LIKE TO INFORM YOU
THAT EVERY MAN-JACK OF US IS TO BE ARRESTED...
TONIGHT.
HOW DOES THE MINISTER KNOW THIS?
AH-AH. NOW, NOW, CATHAL, DON'T EXCEED YOUR BRIEF.
NAMES, ADDRESSES,
NEXT OF KIN OF THE WHOLE CABINET.
THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT US THAN OUR OWN MOTHERS DO.
HOW DO WE KNOW IT'S GENUINE?
WELL, WE DON'T, CHIEF, BUT IT COULD WELL BE.
NOBODY SLEEPS AT HOME TONIGHT.
I...DISAGREE.
DO SLEEP AT HOME TONIGHT.
IF MR. COLLINS HAS BEEN GULLED,
WE'LL SLEEP SOUNDLY. IF NOT...
THEY WILL ARREST THE CABINET,
THE PUBLIC OUTCRY WILL BE DEAFENING.
MAYBE THEN THE WORLD WILL LISTEN.
DEV, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.
WE'VE BEEN ROTTING IN ENGLISH JAILS FOR LONG ENOUGH, MAN.
I...AM...SERIOUS, MICHAEL.
FUCK THEM.
MIND YOUR TONGUE.
I FUCKIN' WILL IN FUTURE.
MOTHER OF GOD.
PULL IN. PULL IN.
CHRIST, THE G-MAN WAS RIGHT.
COME ON.
[SHOUTING]
THIS IS AN ILLEGAL ARREST
BY AN ILLEGAL FORCE OF OCCUPATION!
JESUS CHRIST.
IT'S THE SAFEST HOUSE IN DUBLIN NOW.
MAY AS WELL STAY THE NIGHT.
SO...
WHAT DOES THE MINISTER THINK?
WHICH MINISTER?
WE'RE THE ONLY TWO LEFT.
I'M CHANGING YOUR BRIEF, HARRY.
I HEREBY APPOINT YOU
MINISTER FOR GENERAL MAYHEM.
[CHUCKLES]
AND WHAT'S YOUR BRIEF?
THE SAME.
PLUS ONE OTHER PORTFOLIO--
JAILBREAKS.
Paperboy: READ ALL ABOUT IT.
ARE YOU SURE?
OH, YES.
YOU WANT TO HEAR THIS?
OW!
HOW ARE YOUSE? DIDN'T I TELL YOU HE SNORES?
MICK, HOW ARE YOU?
UH, YOU REMEMBER KITTY?
INDEED, I DO. HOW ARE YOU, KITTY?
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
VAGUELY.
ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT. I KNOW WHEN I'M NOT WANTED.
SEE YA.
GOOD MAN.
GOOD NIGHT, MR. BOLAND.
[HUMMING]
Collins: I'LL WRESTLE YOU FOR HER.
AW, GO AWAY.
SHE WOULDN'T BE INTERESTED
IN A BOGMAN LIKE YOU.
CHRIST, YOU WANNA BET?
COME HERE, BOLAND. COME HERE.
[SHOUTING]
OHH!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
AAH!
JOE! JOE, GIVE US A HAND, WILL YA?
GIVE ME AN EAR!
AAH!
[SHOUTING]
GO ON! FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
SO WHAT'S YOUR GAME, MR. BROY?
DON'T HAVE A GAME.
WHY DID YOU GIVE ME THAT LIST?
WHY DIDN'T YOU ACT ON IT?
THE CABINET THINKS IT'S MORE USEFUL IN JAIL.
YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T AGREE.
LOOK, ALL I KNOW
IS YOU'RE FROM THE CASTLE,
AND THE CASTLE SPIES AND INFORMERS
RUN US THROUGH LIKE WOODWORM.
YOU COULD PLAY THE SAME GAME.
YOU'RE A QUEER BLOODY G-MAN.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, DO YOU?
I'M NOT SURE.
WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU?
YOU COULD SHOW ME THE CASTLE FILES.
I'D NEVER GET THEM OUT.
NO...
BUT YOU COULD GET ME IN.
JESUS, YOU'RE SERIOUS.
YOU THINK I'M JOKIN'?
DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE?
ONLY ME.
PRETEND I'M AN INFORMER.
LET ME IN AROUND MIDNIGHT.
WE'D NEVER GET AWAY WITH IT.
SURE, EVERYTHING'S POSSIBLE IF YOU WISH HARD ENOUGH.
KNOW WHO SAID THAT?
YOU DID.
NO. 'TWAS HIM.
PETER PAN.
[WHISTLING]
HOW'S THE MAN?
GRAND EVENING.
ALL RIGHT. YEAH, NOT BAD.
IS BROY HERE?
BROY WHO?
DETECTIVE NED BROY. HE TOLD ME TO DROP BY
IF I HAD ANY INFORMATION.
HOW ARE YOU?
INSPECTOR BROY?
STRAIGHT DOWN THERE.
WHO IS IT?
GRACE, SIR. JOHN GRACE.
COME IN, MR. GRACE.
I'VE INFORMATION
RELATING TO THE GUTTERSNIPE CALLED COLLINS.
YOU'RE NOT NERVOUS?
I'M SHAKING.
DON'T.
YOU'LL HAVE TO USE THIS.
ALL RIGHT.
INDEX TO THE FILES.
FILES ON THE I.R.B.,
ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, AMERICA,
IRISH VOLUNTEERS,
SINN FEIN,
MORE SINN FEIN, MORE I.R.B.
I'M GONNA HAVE TO LOCK YOU IN.
IF YOU HEAR ANYONE OUTSIDE, DON'T MAKE A SOUND.
I GRANT SO.
AND IF YOU'RE CAUGHT, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN.
DON'T I KNOW IT.
JESUS WEPT.
[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]
CHRIST. THAT'S ALL WE NEED.
COME ON! GET UP!
COME ON! GET UP, YA DRUNKEN BOUSY!
GET UP, YA!
HE WAS CELEBRATIN', TOM.
THE BIRTH OF HIS CHILD.
WAS HE, NOW?
AND WHAT WAS IT, A BOY OR A GIRL?
GIRL.
HAVE A DRINK, TOM.
ALL WORK AND NO PLAY...
[UNLOCKING DOOR]
ARE YOU FINISHED IN HERE?
UH-HUH.
SO IT'S A DRINK, IS IT? SHAME TO WASTE IT.
TAKE IT WITH YOU.
Broy: COME ON, FESTY.
WE'LL GET YOU CLEANED UP, TAKE YOU HOME.
[GROANING]
[DOOR UNLOCKING]
WHERE'S ME BREAKFAST?
TIME TO GO, MICK.
WAIT A MINUTE.
MICK, YOU'RE PUSHIN' IT.
CAN YOU GET A TYPIST ON YOUR SIDE?
WHY?
I WANT EVERY NEW FILE COPIED AND SENT TO ME.
I'LL TRY.
NOW COME ON. YOU'VE GOT TO LEAVE.
YOU COULD SQUASH US IN A WEEK. YOU KNOW THAT?
WHY DO YOU THINK I CAME TO YOU?
IF WE DON'T GET THERE FIRST...
THINGS MIGHT HAVE TO GET ROUGH.
HOW ROUGH?
VERY ROUGH.
THESE FILES ARE NO GOOD
WITHOUT THE G-MEN WHO COMPILED THEM.
THAT'S ROUGH, ALL RIGHT.
COULD YOU HANDLE IT?
AFTER TONIGHT, I COULD HANDLE ANYTHING.
COME ON.
JESUS CHRIST, MICK, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!
I'VE BEEN WORKIN'.
WORKING WHERE?
I WANT A FILE DRAWN UP
ON EVERY MEMBER OF THE BRITISH ADMINISTRATION.
LOOK THROUGH WHATEVER YOU CAN FIND:
WHO'S WHO, STUBBS, SOCIETY COLUMNS.
I WANT NAMES, ADDRESSES, CLUBS, WHERE THEY BANK,
DOWN TO WHAT THEY EAT FOR BREAKFAST.
KEEP IT UP TO DATE. ADD TO IT EVERY WEEK.
MM. TOM.
TOM! YEAH.
GET ME A LIST OF THE 12 BEST MEN IN THE DUBLIN DIVISION.
YOUNG, WITHOUT FAMILIES.
WHAT FOR?
CHRIST, THE 12 APOSTLES! JUST DO IT, WILL YOU,
FOR FUCK'S SAKE! AND, JOE, TAKE A LETTER.
Boland: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN...
THIS IS TO INFORM YOU
THAT ANY FURTHER COLLABORATION
WITH THE FORCES OF OCCUPATION
WILL BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
SIGNED, "THE IRISH REPUBLICAN ARMY."
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
AFRAID SO.
SEND ONE TO EVERY G-MAN.
I HAD A LOOK AT THEIR FILES.
THEY KNOW MORE ABOUT US THAN WE DO. LOOKIT...
LOOK. THAT'S US.
WHERE'D YOU GET THESE?
YOU KNOW HOW THEY THRIVE, DON'T YOU?
INFORMERS.
HMM?
WITHOUT THEM, THE BRITS WOULD HAVE NO SYSTEM.
THEY COULDN'T MOVE.
NOW, IMAGINE DUBLIN
WITH THE CASTLE LIKE AN ENCLAVE,
WHERE ANYONE, AND I MEAN ANYONE
WHO COLLABORATED KNEW HE'D BE SHOT.
THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO MOVE
OUTSIDE THOSE FUCKIN' WALLS.
THAT'S HOW SERIOUS I AM.
THERE'S ONLY ONE PROBLEM.
WHAT'S THAT?
WE'D HAVE TO DO IT.
YES.
SO...
COULD YOU BEAR IT?
YOU GOT ONE, TOO?
IT'S A JOKE.
NO FENIAN GUTTERSNIPE THREATENS ME.
GIVE US A NAME, THEN!
WHAT FOR?
SOMEONE TO HANG UP AND FRY LIKE BACON!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
HERE'S ONE.
CULLEN.
NO!
GIVE IT UP!
[DOOR SLAMS]
[PUNCHING]
AAH!
OOH!
[SCREAMS AND GROANS]
DON'T THREATEN US, YOU FENIAN SWINE.
WE THREATEN YOU!
WHAT'S THIS MEAN?
THAT MEANS YOU CAN GET OUT NOW.
WHAT?
GIVE UP OUR JOBS?
AND MISS OUT...
ON ALL OF THE FUN?!
OR FACE THE MUSIC, HOEY.
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE
WHO WILL MAKE MUSIC HERE, BOY.
Collins: GOD'S CURSE ON 'EM!
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
GO ON!
YEAH?
WHO THE HELL IS JOHN GRACE?
COME HERE. COME HERE.
NED?
THEY'VE DUMPED HIM!
TOMMY!
TOM.
HOEY...
I KNOW. COME ON.
ANY OF YE WHO HAVE READ IRISH HISTORY
WILL KNOW THAT MOVEMENTS LIKE OURS
HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DESTROYED BY PAID SPIES AND INFORMERS.
AND I WANT TO SET UP AN OUTFIT THAT'LL RECTIFY THAT.
YOUR JOB WILL BE TO WRECK THE SYSTEM OF INFORMATION
THE CASTLE USES AGAINST US,
TO MAKE IT UNHEALTHY FOR THEM TO RUN IT.
HOW UNHEALTHY?
WHAT?
WE'VE SENT LETTERS OF WARNING
TO EVERY G-MAN.
IF THEY'RE STUPID ENOUGH TO STAY IN THE CASTLE,
THEN THEY'LL BE SHOT.
AND YOU WILL HAVE TO DO THE SHOOTING.
DON'T EXPECT IT TO BE PLEASANT.
NOW, ANY OF YE WITH ANY QUALMS,
THERE'S THE DOOR.
WHAT?
WOULD WE HAVE GOT PAST THE DOOR?
[LAUGHTER]
WELL, YOU WOULD HAVE, VINNEY.
SERIOUSLY, THOUGH,
I WON'T FORCE THIS ON ANY MAN.
MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL.
WHAT?
[PRAYING IN LATIN]
[RINGS BELL]
I WANT TO THANK YOU.
FOR WHAT, FATHER?
FOR THESE MORNINGS.
PRAYING TOGETHER.
I--I CAN'T PRETEND TO UNDERSTAND YOUR POLITICS...
BUT I CAN APPRECIATE YOUR INTEGRITY.
AND I YOURS, FATHER.
AND IF PRAYER CAN TRANSCEND THESE THINGS...
THERE'S HOPE, SURELY.
THERE MUST BE.
EVERYBODY OUT!
FUCK! RAID!
OUT! OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!
COME ON!
MOVE, FUCK YA! GET OUT!
BEGGIN' YOUR PARDON, MA'AM,
HOW DO I GET OUT OF HERE?
GRAND.
GIVE ME THE MAIL, WOULD YOU?
OOH! [GUNFIRE]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
THAT'S FOR THE JOB ON FRIDAY.
Woman: OH, MY GOD!
Man: GET THE LADS! GET THOSE TWO LADS!
STOP THEM!
THESE ARE THE BEST PREMISES YOU COULD GET, JOE?
JUST A TEMPORARY STOPGAP, MICK, I SWEAR TO GOD.
MICK...MICK!
WHAT'LL BE NEXT, THE KNACKERS' YARD?
IT MADE THE FRONT PAGE, MICK.
SO WHAT DOES IT SAY?
"DUBLIN DETECTIVE RIDDLED WITH BULLETS."
RIDDLED? RIDDLED?
WHAT ARE YA GOING AROUND RIDDLING PEOPLE FOR?
10 OR 20 BULLETS WHEN THE ONE WOULD DO?
JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WOULDN'T GET UP.
AH, JESUS, LADS!
WOULD YOU TRY AND REMEMBER
THEY DON'T GROW ON TREES?
WHAT DON'T THEY GROW ON?
TREES.
GET OUT.
FROM THE CHIEF.
HMM? WHEN DID THIS COME IN?
HEY, BOYS. THIS MORNING.
Collins: YOU DID WELL.
BUT GO EASY ON THE RIDDLIN', WILL YOU?
GO ON.
YOU SURE IT'S FROM DEV?
CHRIST. PURE GENIUS, WHAT?
LOOK AT THAT. [CHUCKLES]
YEAH, I WANT PEACE AND QUIET.
I WANT IT SO MUCH, I'D DIE FOR IT.
YOU MEAN YOU'D KILL FOR IT FIRST.
NO, NOT FIRST. LAST.
DID IT EVER STRIKE YOU THAT YOU WERE GOOD AT IT?
GOOD AT WHAT?
BLOODY MAYHEM.
YOU'RE NOT SO BAD YOURSELF.
HA HA HA.
BUT, MICK, YOU'RE MORE THAN GOOD.
YOU LEAVE THEM SITTIN' IN THE HA'PENNY PLACE.
WE HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET.
ARE YOU SAYIN' THINGS ARE GONNA GET WORSE?
SO THEN WE'LL HAVE TO GET WORSE?
YEP.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK THEN?
I HATE THEM.
NOT FOR THEIR RACE, NOT FOR THEIR BRUTALITY.
I HATE THEM BECAUSE THEY'VE LEFT US NO WAY OUT.
I HATE WHOEVER PUT A GUN IN YOUNG VINNEY BYRNE'S HAND.
I KNOW IT'S ME, AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT.
I HATE THEM FOR MAKING HATE NECESSARY.
AND I'LL DO WHAT I HAVE TO TO END IT.
ALL RIGHT, LOVE. FANCY A GOOD TIME?
NOT TONIGHT, GIRLS.
NOW RELAX, YA BASTARD.
[KNOCK KNOCK]
DEV, 2 MINUTES TO THE NEXT WATCH.
OH, FUCK'S SAKE!
De Valera: MIND YOUR LANGUAGE.
THE BLEEDIN' KEY BROKE, DEV!
I'LL TRY MINE.
YA CAN'T!
THE FUCKIN' KEYHOLE'S JAMMED!
THAT'S NO EXCUSE FOR OBSCENITIES.
MAYBE I CAN FORCE IT OUT.
COME ON, MICK.
OH, COME ON. COME ON.
[LOCK RATTLING]
COME ON, DEV.
PUSH.
GOT IT! GOT IT!
EMERGENCY SUPPLIES.
MAN, BUT YOU ARE BLESSED.
WHAT'S THIS?
IT'S MY AUNT'S FUR COAT.
PRETEND YOU'RE A WHORE.
MICHAEL...
[PRISON SIRENS]
COME ON! UP AHEAD!
ALL I'M MISSING IS THE HIGH HEELS.
Woman: DID YOU SEE THAT?
DRIVE! HOP TO!
DO IT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
YOU LOOK GOOD IN FURS, CHIEF.
NOW, THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS
ONE SHOULD NOT DO FOR ONE'S COUNTRY.
LIKE WHAT?
LIKE GO ON THE GAME?
SOME DIED FOR IRELAND,
BUT DEV, HE WHORED FOR IRELAND!
WELL, I SUPPOSE IT DOES SET A HISTORICAL PRECEDENT.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN!
I SEE YOU'VE BEEN HAVING FUN IN MY ABSENCE.
OH, YEAH, RIGHT.
FUN AND GAMES ALL THE WAY, CHIEF.
I KNOW.
I READ THE PAPERS.
THE TIMES! ECHO!
OH, MOTHER OF GOD. WE'RE FAMOUS.
NO. HE IS.
BETTER LAY LOW FOR A WEEK.
THAT NOSE OF HIS IS HARD TO HIDE.
THEN ALL OF DUBLIN CAN THROW A HOOLEY.
DID DEV NOT SPEAK TO YOU?
WHAT ABOUT?
HE WANTS TO GO TO AMERICA.
WHAT?
AYE, AND HE WANTS ME TO GO WITH HIM.
DEV! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!
I WANT TO PETITION THE AMERICAN PUBLIC
FOR THEIR SUPPORT.
I WANT RECOGNITION FROM PRESIDENT WILSON
FOR AN IRISH REPUBLIC.
I WANT THE MORAL FORCE OF INTERNATIONAL OPINION
BROUGHT TO BEAR ON THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT.
THERE'S ONLY ONE KIND OF FORCE THEY UNDERSTAND,
AND YOU KNOW IT! OUR JOB IS AT HOME!
OUR JOB IS WHERE I SAY IT IS,
AND AS PRESIDENT OF THE IRISH REPUBLIC,
I WANT RECOGNITION
FROM THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
GO ON TO AMERICA, THEN, BLAST YA!
BUT LEAVE ME BOLAND!
WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT HARRY?
I KNOW MY MEN, AND I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT HIM.
DO WHAT?
I CAN'T RUN A WAR WITHOUT HARRY BOLAND!
YOU COULD RUN IT WITHOUT ME.
[CHEERING]
Collins: CHRIST, THE WHOLE OF DUBLIN
MUST BE OUT THERE, HARRY.
LOOK, LOOK! LOOK AT THE FACE ON SMITH.
Boland: SO NEAR, YET HE CAN'T TOUCH HIM.
DON'T WORRY. HE'LL TRY.
NOT HERE, HE WON'T.
NO, BUT WE CAN'T LET THE LONG FELLA
HANG AROUND, HARRY.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
HARRY! COME ON. MOVE!
DEV! COME ON! GET HIM UP!
CHIEF! COME ON!
WHAT'S GOING ON?
OPEN UP!
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE--OH!
CHECK UPSTAIRS!
[CHILDREN SCREAMING]
GO ON!
DEV! REMEMBER ONE THING OVER THERE.
YOU'RE MY CHIEF, ALWAYS.
GO ON! GO ON!
GET OUT OF THE ROAD!
COME ON! MOVE!
SINCE YOU DUBLIN BOYOS CAN'T SORT OUT THIS COLLINS,
I SUPPOSE IT'S UP TO US!
FILES ON THE I.R.B.,
ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, AMERICA,
IRISH VOLUNTEERS, SINN FEIN, MORE SINN FEIN--
FORGET THE FILES!
I WANT A LIST OF ANYONE
WITH A REMOTE CONNECTION WITH THIS GEEZER.
AND I WANT THEM LIFTED!
TONIGH
IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE, SIR.
BUT IS THAT SIMPLE, MR. BROY.
WE'LL MAKE IT THAT SIMPLE.
THERE'S A NEW REGIME IN HERE,
AND IT'S STARTIN' NOW!
GOOD DAY, MR. BROY.
A BIT OF BELFAST EFFICIENCY IS WHAT THEY NEED.
[MEN SHOUTING]
PASSPORT. YOUR NAME'S HARRY CLYNE
UNTIL YOU GET THERE, RIGHT?
RIGHT.
I'VE GOT A BIRTH CERT DONE FOR YOU
AND SOME BITS AND PIECES, MONEY AND THE LIKE.
THERE YOU GO.
THANKS, MICK.
FUCK AND BLAST HIM, ANYWAY!
I CAN'T DO WITHOUT YOU. I TOLD HIM THAT.
WHY DO YOU THINK HE CHOSE ME?
HE'S SCARED TO LEAVE THE TWO OF US TOGETHER.
WE MIGHT ACHIEVE THAT REPUBLIC
HE WANTS TO TALK TO THE WORLD ABOUT.
AH, I DON'T KNOW.
THEY'RE FILLIN' UP THE CASTLE
FROM BELFAST, HARRY. THINGS'LL GET ROUGH.
[SIGHS]
ROUGHER THAN WE CAN IMAGINE.
WELL, WHATEVER YOU DO, YOU DON'T LET THEM NEAR YOU.
DO YOU HEAR ME? DON'T LET THEM NEAR YOU.
THEY CAN'T IMAGINE A GUNMAN
IN A PINSTRIPE SUIT, ON A BICYCLE.
FUCK IT. IT'S WORKED FOR US SO FAR.
LET'S HOPE MY LUCK HOLDS OUT,
THE WHEELS DON'T BUCKLE.
COME HERE.
ARE YOU COMIN' TO THE TRAIN?
I WILL.
THERE'S SOMEONE THERE FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO.
OH, YEAH? I WONDER WHO THAT IS, NOW.
SHE'LL NEED LOOKIN' AFTER
WHILE I'M AWAY.
RIGHT.
HE'S LEAVING ME, MICK.
AH, I THOUGHT HE WAS LEAVIN' ME.
AH, SHUT UP, THE TWO OF YOU.
I'M LEAVIN' NO ONE.
IS IT TRUE, MICK,
ALL THE WOMEN IN AMERICA WEAR TROUSERS?
ABSOLUTELY.
SHAMELESS HUSSIES, THE LOT OF THEM.
[LAUGHS]
OH, DID YOU HEAR?
THERE'S A BUTTERFLY BEEN SEEN IN WEST CLARE.
ITS WINGS ARE GREEN, WHITE, AND YELLOW.
OH, GOD!
THE LADS SEE IT AS A SIGN.
SIGN, MY FOOT.
I'M TELLIN' YOU!
YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM OF BUTTERFLIES?
WHAT'S THAT?
THEY ONLY LAST FOR ONE DAY.
AYE, BUT WHAT A DAY, MICK.
THIS ONE'S EMPTY.
WHAT A DAY.
I LEAVE YOU SO. HERE'S YOUR TICKET.
IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT. YOU KNOW THAT.
I PRAY IT WILL.
SEE YA, MICK.
I DON'T WANNA GO.
GOOD-BYE.
BYE.
WILL YOU WRITE?
I WILL.
YOU PROMISE? SEE YA!
YOUR PAPERS, MISS.
Collins: LADS, LADS...
CAN A MAN NOT SAY GOOD-BYE TO HIS WIFE IN PEACE?
SORRY, KITTY.
WHERE I COME FROM, WE CALL IT TAKING LIBERTIES.
I PROMISED HARRY I'D LOOK AFTER YOU.
COME ON.
[NO AUDIO]
Officer: COMPANY! SHOULDER ARMS!
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU CALL THIS?!
[SHOUTING]
TAKE A SECTION EACH.
AND TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE.
THE SOONER WE FINISH, THE SOONER WE GO HOME.
TOOTHCOMB, GENTLEMEN.
TOOTHCOMB.
BLACK AND TAN SCUM!
[SHOUTING]
HEY, FUCK OFF.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WE PUT UP WITH THESE BOLLOCKS
EVERY FUCKING DAY.
STUPID IRISH COW!
[SCREAMING]
FUCKING BLOODY...
Collins: I LOVE TRAINS. DON'T YOU, NED?
WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT THEM?
THEY MAKE ME THINK OF PLACES
I KNOW I'LL NEVER SEE.
THEY'RE THE ELITE OF THE BRITISH SECRET SERVICE.
CHURCHILL HAND-PICKED 'EM.
GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT.
NO ADDRESSES?
THEY KEEP TO THEMSELVES.
THEY WERE SENT HERE FOR ONE REASON, WEREN'T THEY?
TO ELIMINATE YOU AND YOUR BOYS.
I CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER, MICK.
IT'S PULLIN' ME TO RIBBONS.
NEITHER CAN I, NED,
BUT SURE, KEEP IT A SECRET, WOULD YOU?
DOESN'T HE HAVE A FACE, THIS COLLINS? HMM?
DOESN'T HE HAVE CORPOREAL FORM?
.SIR?
IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?
AFRAID SO, SIR.
WELL, THANK YOU, BOY. THAT'LL BE ALL.
BROY, SIR.
BROY.
YES. BROY.
MAY I TROUBLE YOU FOR A LIGHT, SIR?
TA.
SO, THAT'S MR. SOAMES.
HOW MANY TO GO?
19.
TOM, MOVE.
I'LL HANDLE IT, LIAM.
TOM.
HOW ARE YOU, CHARLIE?
THIS IS ROSIE, MR. COLLINS.
HELLO, ROSIE. HOW ARE YOU?
SIT DOWN.
TELL HIM ABOUT MR. SOAMES, ROSIE.
WELL, HE TIPS ME EVERY DAY.
NOT LIKE SOME. UH-HUH.
WHAT TIME DOES HE GET UP IN THE MORNING?
I COME IN AT 9:00.
HE'S WASHING, YOU SEE, BEHIND THE SCREEN,
SO I DON'T SEE HIM.
I EMPTY THE BASKET AND TAKE THE LINEN,
AND THEN HIS HAND COMES OVER THE SCREEN
WITH A HALF-CROWN IN IT.
YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE IT, ROSIE.
Rosie: HE'S A GENTLEMAN, CHARLIE.
AND YOU'RE A LADY, ROSIE. SHUT UP, YOU.
THANK YOU, MR. COLLINS.
Charlie: SHOW HIM WHAT YOU GOT FROM THE BASKET, ROSIE.
TA.
COME ON.
GOD BLESS YOU, ROSIE.
WE'VE GOT THEM.
THESE MEN HAVE MORE EXPERIENCE THAN YOU EVER WILL.
YOU'LL GET ONE CHANCE AND ONE ONLY,
AND I DON'T NEED TO TELL YOU IT'S EITHER THEM OR US.
WE HIT THEM AT DAYBREAK,
SO IF ANYONE'S NOT UP TO IT, LET THEM SAY SO NOW.
COME ON, LADS.
I KNOW WHAT SOME OF YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH.
THERE'S NO SHAME IN PULLING OUT.
THANK YOU.
NOBODY TONIGHT STAYS IN THEIR USUAL PLACES.
VAUGHN'S, CROWE STREET, CLEARY'S PUB.
IF ANY OF US ARE LIFTED, WE'RE DEAD.
UNDERSTOOD?
TOM.
OK, LET'S GO.
WHAT?
I--I GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOU FROM KITTY.
WHERE IS SHE?
FUCK! VAUGHN'S.
GET YOUR THINGS, KITTY.
COULDN'T YOU SAY HELLO--
HELLO.
JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
HARRY TOLD ME TO LOOK AFTER YOU.
AND HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF COMMON COURTESY?
NO.
KITTY, PLEASE. YOU CAN'T STAY HERE.
WHY?
DON'T ASK QUESTIONS.
COME ON!
JOHNNY--JOHNNY, IF ANY OF OUR LADS COME IN,
TELL THEM TO STAY SOMEWHERE ELSE.
WHERE ELSE?
ANYWHERE ELSE! AND LOOK SHARP, WILL YOU?
SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY THE EVIL THEREOF, EH, BOY?
YES, SIR.
OR IS IT BROY?
BROY, SIR.
GOOD NIGHT, SIR.
MM.
STAY ON HIM.
YOU'RE HURTING ME.
I SAID YOU'RE HURTING ME!
KITTY, PLEASE.
PLEASE.
[SHOUTING]
JOE, I'M IN THE GRESHAM. CAN'T TELL YOU.
NO, NO, NO, NO. LISTEN, EVERYTHING'S FINE.
CALL ME IF ANYTHING'S UP. YEAH.
[COINS JINGLING]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
COME IN!
WHERE WILL YOU HAVE IT, MR. GRACE?
OH, HERE. HERE. FINE.
TA.
THANK YOU.
I'M GOING, MICK.
YOU CAN'T GO, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
WHY DO YOU THINK I BROUGHT YOU HERE?
I DON'T KNOW WHY!
VAUGHN'S ISN'T SAFE.
NOT TONIGHT.
[RIFLES COCKING]
Johnny: SWEET MOTHER OF GOD.
WHAT WAS ON THE PAPER, PADDY?
WORDS. JUST WORDS. OHH!
WHAT'S HAPPENING TONIGHT, MICK?
YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
WELL, AM I ALLOWED TO GUESS?
HAVE YOU HEARD FROM HARRY?
YES.
HE WROTE.
HE ALWAYS WRITES.
WHEN YOU BOTH CAME TO GRANARD
THE FIRST TIME, YOU WERE...
WELL, HE WAS THE ONE THAT WROTE.
WHY WAS THAT, MICK?
HE'S THE WRITING TYPE, HARRY.
WHAT TYPE ARE YOU?
LET ME GO!
I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I'M GOIN'!
I CAN WALK!
PROMISE ME SOMETHING, KITTY.
ANYTHING.
PROMISE ME YOU'LL NEVER CARE ABOUT ME.
PLEASE.
I PROMISE.
[CHOKING]
THE TROUBLE WITH THE IRISH--
THEY SING AT THE DROP OF A HAT.
ASK THEM TO TALK AND THEY WON'T.
DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO.
YOU'VE SENT YOUR BOYS OUT, HAVEN'T YOU?
Kitty: IT'S WRITTEN ON YOUR FACE.
EVERY STEP THEY TAKE...
LIKE SO MANY VALENTINES...
DELIVERING BOUQUETS.
DO YOU SEND A LOVE NOTE, MICK...
WITH THE FLOWERS?
[SCREAMING]
WHAT DOES IT SAY?
DO IT! DO IT NOW!
JESUS!
Man: AAH!
COME ON! GO! GO!
IT SAYS, "LEAVE US BE."
IS THAT ALL?
NOT VERY ROMANTIC.
[SOBBING]
MOVE AWAY FROM HER.
YOU--YOU COULD AT LEAST
SPARE MY WIFE THIS SPECTACLE, HUH?
TAKE HER OUTSIDE.
GET DOWN!
I'M NOT HIS BLOODY WIFE!
DO YOU WANT TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS?
YOU KNOW WHAT IT SAYS, KITTY?
IT SAYS, "GIVE US THE FUTURE.
WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR PAST."
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD...
Collins: "GIVE US OUR COUNTRY BACK.
"TO LIVE IN...
"TO GROW IN...
TO LOVE."
[PRAYING]
SO THERE IS LOVE THERE, HUH, MICK?
HANG ON, ROSIE.
CLEAN SHEETS, I THINK.
Rosie: AAH! COME ON!
[BELL TOLLING]
SO, MICK...
FLOWERS DELIVERED.
DO YOU THINK THEY GOT THE MESSAGE?
ANY CASUALTIES?
ARE YOUSE DEAF OR WHAT?
WHAT? BROY.
NED FUCKING BROY!
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
BROY WASN'T OUT.
THEY LIFTED HIM AT VAUGHN'S.
WHAT WAS HE--
WHAT AT HE DOING AT--
OH, SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS.
[FANS SHOUTING]
[SCREAMING]
SEAMUS! SEAMUS!
CAN'T RISK IT ANY LONGER, MICK.
WHO'LL GIVE IN FIRST, JOE?
US OR THEM?
THE BODY OR THE LASH, WHAT?
YOU LOOK LIKE A GANGSTER.
YOU LOOK LIKE A GHOST.
WELCOME BACK, HARRY.
HOW'RE YOU KEEPING, MICK?
AH, GRAND. GRAND.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YOU'RE FAMOUS OVER THERE NOW.
OVER WHERE?
OVER THERE, YOU THICK.
[CHUCKLES]
SO, HOW WAS AMERICA, WHAT?
IT WAS GREAT.
DEV NEVER GOT TO MEET THE PRESIDENT, DID HE?
I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD.
HOW ARE YOU?
I'M GRAND.
WELCOME BACK, CHIEF.
THE BIG FELLA SENDS HIS REGARDS.
WE'LL SEE WHO IS THE BIG FELLA.
APOLOGIES, GENTLEMEN.
AS YOU MAY KNOW...
WE HAVE HAD SOME COMMUNICATION
FROM THE BRITISH SIDE.
THERE ISSLIM POSSIBILITY...
THAT THEY MIGHT WANT TO TALK.
BUT OUR...
TACTICS...
ALLOW THE BRITISH PRESS TO PAINT US AS MURDERERS.
IF WE ARE TO NEGOTIATE AS A LEGITIMATE GOVERNMENT,
OUR ARMED FORCES
MUST ACT LIKE A LEGITIMATE ARMY.
WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN, DEV?
I MEAN LARGE-SCALE ENGAGEMENTS.
YOU MEAN LIKE IN 1916, HMM?
THE GREAT HEROIC ETHIC OF FAILURE...
ALL MARCHING IN STEP TOWARDS SLAUGHTER?
WHY DON'T WE SAVE THEM ALL THE BOTHER
AND BLOW OUR OWN BRAINS OUT?
HOW DARE YOU!
HOW DO YOU THINK WE EVEN GOT THEM TO THIS POINT,
WHERE THEY'LL EVEN CONSIDER TALKING?
WE BROUGHT THEM TO THEIR KNEES
THE ONLY WAY WE COULD!
THEY CALL US MURDERERS.
WAR IS MURDER! SHEER BLOODY MURDER!
HAD YOU BEEN HERE FOR THE PAST YEAR,
YOU'D KNOW THAT!
I PROPOSE AN ASSAULT
ON THE ADMINISTRATIVE CENTER
OF BRITISH RULE IN IRELAND.
THE CUSTOMS HOUSE.
[GUNFIRE]
Cullen: ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST.
HOW MANY WE LOSE?
6 DEAD, 70 TAKEN.
BLOODY FIASCO--
[GUNSHOTS]
Collins: CHRIST, NOT AGAIN. COME ON!
WHAT ABOUT THE GUNS?
WE NEED THE GUNS!
Collins: LEAVE THEM!
TAKE HIM ALIVE!
[SHOUTING]
Soldier: TAKE HIM ALIVE!
[GUNSHOT] AAH!
SON OF A BITCH.
MICK, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Cullen: LET GO, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
AAH!
NO!
AAH!
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO, MICK.
THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO.
HOW MUCH LONGER CAN WE HOLD OUT?
4 WEEKS... BUT KEEP IT A SECRET.
AS LITTLE AS THAT?
UNLESS Y WANT US TO USE BOWS AND ARROWS.
DON'T BE FLIPPANT, MICHAEL.
WE LOST NEARLY 80 MEN LAST WEEK, DEV.
YOU TELL HIM, HARRY.
HEY, COME ON.
YES, CORK HAS THE BALL!
OVER TO GALWAY!
HE'S RIGHT, CHIEF.
I LIED, HARRY.
YOU LIED? ABOUT WHAT?
I DOUBT IF WE CAN HOLD OUT FOR ANOTHER WEEK.
GOOD CHRIST. DO THEY KNOW THAT?
NOBODY KNOWS.
MICK, DEV'S NEGOTIATING.
YES. SO HE DOESN'T KNOW EITHER.
AND IT'S VERY IMPORTANT THAT HE DOESN'T KNOW, HARRY.
THE WORLD HAS TO BELIEVE WE'RE INVINCIBLE.
MAYBE THEN WE CAN TALK.
JESUS CHRIST.
KITTY'S DOWN.
SO I HEARD.
[CHUCKLES]
WHAT?
WELL, IS SHE DOWN TO SEE YOU OR ME?
MAYBE BOTH OF US.
WHY DON'T YOU TAKE HER, OWN TO KINGSTOWN?
GET SOME SEA AIR.
NOW, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE HER?
NAH. YOU TAKE HER.
NO, YOU TAKE HER.
YOU TAKE HER.
THERE'S A HORSE CALLED IRISH REPUBLIC
RUNNING AT DONNYBROOK TODAY.
YEAH?
HA! WHAT WERE THE ODDS?
50 TO 1.
OH, JESUS, SOME ODDS, WHAT?
NOW, LOOK... REALLY?
THERE MUST BE 100,000 TOMMIES HERE,
NOT 2,000 OF US.
I'D SAY 50 TO 1 IS OPTIMISTIC.
WELL....
OPTIMISTIC OR NO, SHE WON.
NO. YOU'RE JOKING.
WHAT?
10 BOB EACH WAY.
THAT MAKES £25,
PLUS THE PLACE MONEY, £7, 10.
RIGHT.
AND MY STAKE MAKES...
Both: £33, 10 SHILLINGS.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
WHY DON'T WE LET THE IRISH REPUBLIC
BUY US SOME DINNER?
GO AWAY.
GREAT. I KNOW JUST WHERE TO GO.
¶ MACUSHLA ¶
¶ YOUR SWEET VOICE IS CALLING ¶
¶ CALLING ME SOFTLY... ¶
SO, WHICH ONE OF YOU GUNSLINGERS
IS GOING TO ASK ME TO DANCE?
NO, NO, NO. ME, ME, ME!
PLEASE, PLEASE. I WILL.
HEADS, IT'S HARRY. TAILS, IT'S MICK.
WAIT.
[GROANS]
KITTY A STóR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE?
THE GANGSTER WINS AGAIN.
WATCH HIS FEET, KITTY.
Boland: HA HA. SHUT UP, YOU.
[SIGHS]
I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT, SHOULD I, KITTY?
WHY NOT?
I WAS A LENGTH AHEAD.
NOW WHERE AM I?
IT'S NOT A RACE, HARRY.
DO YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT IT IS, THEN?
YOU WITHOUT HIM...
HIM WITHOUT YOU...
I CAN'T IMAGINE IT.
THREE-LEGGED RACE.
JESUS CHRIST, MICK,
WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
AH, FOR GOD'S SAKE, JOE,
WOULD YOU GIVE ME ONE FREE NIGHT
TO BE A HUMAN BEING?
WE'VE BEEN COMBING THE CITY FOR YOU.
HAVE YOU HEARD?
NO, I HAVEN'T HEARD!
WOULD THE BLOODY IRISH REPUBLIC LEAVE ME SOME TIME OFF?
I'VE BEEN WORKING MY--
MICK! MICK! IT'S OVER!
WHAT'S OVER? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
IT'S OVER.
THEY CALLED A TRUCE.
YOU MEAN IT'S FINISHED? THE WHOLE DAMN THING?
YES.
YOU--YOU MEAN WE'VE WON?
LLOYD GEORGE HAS THROWN IN THE TOWEL?
WE'VE BROUGHT THE BRITISH EMPIRE TO ITS KNEES?
YES.
WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?
WHAT WAS THAT HORSE CALLED?
WHAT?
[KITTY LAUGHING]
KITTY, WE DID IT!
[SONG ENDS]
WHAT?
YOU MUST BE JOKIN'.
NO. I WON'T DO IT.
I'M NOT A POLITICIAN.
I'M NOT GOING TO LONDON.
YOU ARE THE STRONGEST CARD WE HAVE.
THEY CALLED ME AN ASSASSIN
AND A MURDERER, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
CAN YOU EVEN SEE CHURCHILL SHAKING MY HAND?
WE'VE BROACHED IT WITH THEM.
WE'VE HAD NO OBJECTIONS.
YOU GO, DEV.
YOU'RE THE STATESMAN.
YOU'VE GOT SOME SENSE OF HOW FAR WE CAN PUSH THEM.
THEY KNOW YOU.
THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT.
THEY DON'T KNOW YOU.
DON'T DO THIS TO ME, DEV.
DON'T DO IT.
I'M NO GOOD AT TALK.
I'M A YOB FROM WEST CORK, DEV.
PLEASE!
YOU'LL HEAD OUR TEAM, MICHAEL,
TO NEGOTIATE A TREATY
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY
BETWEEN IRELAND AND ENGLAND.
WE NEED TO KEEP A FINAL ARBITRATOR IN RESERVE.
AND THAT'LL BE YOU.
THAT WILL BE THE IRISH PEOPLE...
AND ME AS PRESIDENT
OF THE IRISH REPUBLIC.
WHY DOES HE WANT ME THERE, HARRY?
WHY?
BECAUSE YOU PUT THE FEAR OF GOD IN THEM.
SAVE ME THE BULLSHIT, NOW.
MICK, YOU ARE THE STRONGEST CARD WE HAVE.
WHAT'S HE UP TO?
WHAT?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I HAVE ONE SIMPLE ASSET--
ALL THESE YEARS, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I LOOK LIKE.
[CHEERING]
WHICH ONE OF YOU IS MICHAEL COLLINS?
HE IS.
THAT'S HIM. SEE YOU, MICK.
THE SMALL FELLA.
MICK.
KITTY.
MICK.
"FROM YOUR VERY OWN PLENIPOTENTIARY SUBJECT
"TO THE PROVISIONS OF THE SAID DOCUMENT,
HEREINAFTER TO BE REFERRED TO AS THE LETTER."
WHAT?
"THEY COULDN'T DEFEAT US BY FORCE OF ARMS,
"BUT NOW, I SWEAR,
"THEY'RE TRYING TO DEFEAT US BY FORCE OF VERBIAGE.
"THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE WAS NEVER MEANT
"TO BE SPOKEN LIKE THAT.
"HOW IN GOD'S NAME DID THESE PEOPLE
EVER GET TO RUN AN EMPIRE?"
HARRY.
WHAT?
DON'T.
WHY NOT?
BECAUSE YOU'LL GET HURT.
HOW WILL I GET HURT?
I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.
Kitty: I'M SORRY.
I HAD TO TELL YOU.
HAVE YOU TOLD HIM?
NO.
AND MAYBE I NEVER WILL.
I'M ONLY TELLING YOU
BECAUSE I CAN'T HURT YOU.
AH, WELL.
LUCKY MICK.
Collins: I DID MY BEST, KITTY,
BUT I'M SURE MY BEST WON'T BE GOOD ENOUGH.
WE'LL HAVE AN IRISH FREE STATE
INSTEAD OF AN IRISH REPUBLIC.
WE'LL HAVE OUR OWN GOVERNMENT.
WE HAVE TO SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO THE ENGLISH CROWN.
THE POSITION OF THE NORTH WILL BE REVIEWED,
BUT AT THE MOMENT,
IT REMAINS PART OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE.
THIS TREATY IS JUST A STEPPINGSTONE, KITTY.
I HOPE THE COUNTRY SEES IT AS SUCH.
[REPORTERS SHOUTING QUESTIONS]
HOW ARE YOU?
MICK...
IS--IS--IS-- IS THIS TRUE?
IT'S THE BEST ANYONE COULD HAVE GOT, HARRY.
AH, MICK.
THIS GIVES UP THE NORTH,
DIVIDES THE COUNTRY.
DO YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT US
TO GIVE AN OATH OF ALLEGIANCE
TO THE CROWN?
THEY CAN'T GIVE US THE REPUBLIC.
IT'S NOT WITHIN THEIR COMPREHENSION.
AND THAT'S WHY DEV SENT ME.
MICK.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
HE KNEW THEY WOULDN'T GIVE US THE REPUBLIC.
THAT'S WHY HE SENT ME.
HE WANTED SOMEONE ELSE TO BRING BACK THE BAD NEWS.
WE'LL HAVE AN IRISH FREE STATE, A GOVERNMENT OF OUR OWN,
AND WE CAN USE IT TO ACHIEVE WHATEVER REPUBLIC WE WANT.
IT'S EITHER THIS OR WAR.
AND I WON'T GO TO WAR OVER THE FORM OF WORDS.
WELL, WHAT IF IT'S WAR EITHER WAY, MICK?
YOU PUBLISHED THE TERMS WITHOUT MY AGREEMENT!
THEY WERE THE BEST WE COULD GET.
IN YOUR OPINION!
AND WHAT'S MORE, DEV, YOU SENT ME THERE
BECAUSE YOU KNEW THEY WERE THE BEST WE COULD GET.
THAT IS IDLE SPECULATION.
NO. IT'S THE TRUTH.
OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE GONE YOURSELF.
I KNOW IT DOESN'T GIVE US THE REPUBLIC,
BUT IT GIVES US FREEDOM
TO ACHIEVE THE REPUBLIC, PEACEFULLY.
AND SURELY IT'S TIME FOR PEACE.
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT PEACE?
WHEN I AGREED TO GO TO LONDON,
YOU SAID WE COULD NEGOTIATE
ON BEHALF OF OUR GOVERNMENT,
THE DAIL, AND THE IRISH PEOPLE.
IF THEY REJECT IT, I'LL REJECT IT.
BUT IF THEY STAND BY IT, I'LL STAND BY IT.
AND I WANT TO KNOW THAT YOU'LL DO THE SAME.
Collins: NOW, DON'T STAND OUT HERE.
5 MINUTES.
NO. I'M GOING.
DON'T START. STAY CLOSE TO ME.
HE'S READ THE PAPERS.
COME ON.
SAY SOMETHING, WOULD YOU?
I'VE KNOWN THE TWO OF YOU FOR 4 YEARS.
YOU'VE SLEPT TOGETHER,
LIVED TOGETHER,
FOUGHT TOGETHER.
BUT YOUR WAR IS OVER NOW.
WHAT IF IT'S JUST BEGINNING?
CHRIST.
I'D BE BETTER OFF IN LONGFORD.
[REPORTERS SHOUTING QUESTIONS]
Cathal: ORDER!
WE--WE--WE WERE ELECTED BY THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND.
WE WERE ELECTED BY THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND,
AND DID THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND THINK WE WERE LIARS
WHEN WE MEANT TO UPHOLD THE IRISH REPUBLIC?!
Dail members: NO!
IN THE LETTERS-- IN THE LETTERS
THAT PRECEDED THE NEGOTIATIONS,
NOT ONCE WAS THE DEMAND FOR RECOGNITION
OF THE IRISH REPUBLIC!
HEAR, HEAR!
IF IT HAD BEEN MADE,
WE KNEW IT WOULD HAVE BEEN REFUSED.
SO MR. COLLINS IS ASKING US
TO ACCEPT AN OATH OF ALLEGIANCE
TO A FOREIGN KING
AND THE PARTITION--
[SHOUTING]
AND THE PARTITION
OF THE NORTHERN PART OF THE COUNTRY!
MR. COLLINS, MR. COLLINS--
THE MAN WHO WON THE RECENT WAR--
OH!
THE WAR?!
HAS HIMSELF DESCRIBED THE TREATY
AS A STEPPINGSTONE TOWARDS THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM.
Cathal: MR. GRIFFITH-- MR. GRIFFITH--
MR. GRIFFITH HAS DESCRIBED MR. COLLINS
AS THE MAN WHO WON THE WAR!
[SHOUTS OF DERISION]
ON A POINT OF ORDER, MR. CHAIRMAN.
ARE WE DISCUSSING THE TREATY
OR DISCUSSING MYSELF?
THE MINISTER DOES NOT LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY.
Collins: ANYTHING THAT CAN BE SAID ABOUT ME, SAY IT!
MR. COLLINS, THE POSITION YOU HAD IN THE ARMY
WAS AS CHIEF OF ONE OF THE SUBSECTIONS.
NOBODY SOUGHT--
NOBODY SOUGHT NOTORIETY EXCEPT YOU!
COME ON, CATHAL!
ONE PER--ONE PERSON WAS HELD UP BY THE PRESS
AND PUT INTO A POSITION HE NEVER HELD.
HE WAS MADE--
HE WAS MADE A ROMANTIC FIGURE--
SIT DOWN, CATHAL.
Cathal: A MYSTICAL--
A MYSTICAL CHARACTER,
WHICH HE CERTAINLY IS NOT!
THE PERSON I REFER TO IS MICHAEL COLLINS.
[CHEERING]
Dail member: TRAITOR!
I WOULD PLEAD
WITH EVERY PERSON HERE.
MAKE ME A SCAPEGOAT, IF YOU WILL.
CALL ME A TRAITOR, IF YOU WILL.
BUT, PLEASE, LET'S SAVE THE COUNTRY.
THE ALTERNATIVE TO THIS TREATY IS A WAR
WHICH NOBODY IN THIS GATHERING CAN EVEN CONTEMPLATE.
IF THE PRICE OF FREEDOM,
THE PRICE OF PEACE,
IS THE BLACKENING OF MY NAME,
I WILL GLADLY PAY IT.
THANK YOU.
[CHEERING]
[HITS GAVEL]
THE RESULT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
IS 64-57.
A MAJORITY OF 7...
IN FAVOR OF THE TREATY.
[CHEERING] NO!
THERE IS ONE THING I WANT TO SAY.
I WANT IT TO GO TO THE COUNTRY
AND TO THE WORLD.
AND IT IS THIS.
THE IRISH PEOPLE ESTABLISHED THE REPUBLIC.
IT CAN ONLY BE DISESTABLISHED
BY THE IRISH PEOPLE.
AS A PROTEST
AGAINST THE RATIFICATION OF THIS TREATY,
WHICH CAN ONLY SUBVERT THE REPUBLIC...
I AND MY DEPUTIES
ARE GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE.
Collins: DEV!
TRAITORS!
TRAITORS ALL!
NOT YOU, HARRY.
ALL RIGHT, YOU'VE WON.
YOU ALWAYS WIN, MR. COLLINS.
RARELY, MISS KIERNAN,
VERY RARELY.
JESUS, I HATE YOU.
AH, SURE, JOIN THE CLUB.
[ANTHEM PLAYS]
Master-at-Arms: COMPANY,
ATTENTION!
YOU'RE 7 MINUTES LATE, MR. COLLINS.
YOU'VE KEPT US WAITING 700 YEARS.
YOU CAN HAVE YOUR 7 MINUTES.
RIGHT, LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH.
Master-at-Arms: COMPANY, PRESENT ARMS!
SO THAT'S WHAT CAUSED ALL THE BOTHER, HUH?
NOW WHAT?
DO I GET TO WEAR THAT HAT?
Master-at-Arms: COMPANY, SHOULDER ARMS!
THIS TREATY BARS THE WAY TO THE REPUBLIC...
[CHEERING]
WITH THE BLOOD OF OUR FELLOW IRISHMEN!
AND...
IF IT IS ONLY WITH CIVIL WAR
THAT WE CAN GET OUR INDEPENDENCE,
THEN SO BE IT!
THE VOLUNTEERS
MAY HAVE TO WADE THROUGH IRISH BLOOD...
THROUGH THE BLOOD
OF SOME MEMBERS OF THIS GOVERNMENT
IN ORDER TO GET IRISH FREEDOM!
AFTER 700 YEARS--
[GUNFIRE] AFTER 700--
KITTY!
LET THE MAN SPEAK.
Collins: KITTY, GET OUT OF THERE!
LEAVE HIM BE, LADS!
[HUMMING]
EASY.
YOU PUT THE HEART ACROSS ME, KITTY.
I LIKE THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE, MICK.
[HUMMING]
THEY WON'T ACCEPT THE TREATY, MICK.
ACH.
NO MATTER HOW THE VOTE GOES.
YOU HEARD WHAT DE VALERA SAID.
AND TO WADE THROUGH RIVERS OF BLOOD, HUH?
AND WHOSE BLOOD DO YOU THINK HE'S TALKING ABOUT?
SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.
YOURS, MICK.
WILL YOU MARRY ME? YEAH?
YEAH.
YOU WILL?
IT'S THAT SIMPLE, HUH?
YEAH.
EVENING MAIL.
THE EVENING MAIL.
EVENING MAIL.
O'Malley: COME ON, GET OUT OF THE BLEEDIN' WAY.
COME ON, LADS, LET'S GO.
CLEAR THE WAY.
WHO GAVE YOU THAT, YOU LITTLE RUNT?!
WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT, RORY?
WE'VE TAKEN OVER THE FOUR COURTS, MICK.
OH, YOU FUCKING FOOL, YOU.
MIND YOUR LANGUAGE.
COME ON, MAN.
DO YOU WANT TO START A CIVIL WAR?
WE'LL DEFEND THE REPUBLIC.
FORGET ABOUT THE REPUBLIC.
THESE KIDS HAVE NEVER SEEN A GUN BEFORE.
WE KNOW HOW TO TRAIN THEM.
OH, THE WAY I TRAINED YOU?
WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR ORDERS FROM?
THE VOLUNTEER EXECUTIVE.
AH, DEV'S PART OF IT, HUH?
HIS HALF OF IT.
GO AWAY HOME TO YOUR MOTHERS.
ALL OF YOU.
CHRIST.
YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, LIAM?
IT'S HAPPENED.
THE ARMY'S SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE.
WHO'S IN THERE?
MELLOWES, LYNCH,
TOM BARRY, OSCAR TRAYNOR.
Collins: LEAVE IT OFF, KITTY.
WHY?
THERE'S A GUNMAN OUTSIDE BY THE RAILINGS.
JESUS' SAKE.
KITTY.
THEY WON'T SHOOT ME, MICK.
KITTY!
[GUNSHOTS]
JESUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME, HUH?
THEY CAN SHOOT US, MICK,
BUT THEY CAN'T KILL US.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
IT'S NOT POSSIBLE.
I'M GOING TO LIVE TO SEE YOU OLD.
HOW OLD?
OLD ENOUGH TO SEE YOUR HAIR TURN GRAY.
I COME FROM A LONG LINE OF BALDIES.
WELL, BALD, THEN.
I CAN LIVE WITH THAT.
THERE'S NOT GOING TO BE ANY OF THIS.
I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY OF THIS.
I WILL NOT FIGHT AGAINST MEN
I TRAINED WITH,
I FOUGHT WITH!
THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN, MR. COLLINS,
OVERWHELMINGLY,
FOR THE TREATY YOU BROUGHT HOME.
THEY'VE OCCUPIED THE FOUR COURTS,
HALF OF O'CONNELL STREET, LIMERICK, CORK.
IT'S ANARCHY OUT THERE!
BETTER ANARCHY THAN CIVIL WAR!
CHURCHILL HAS OFFERED US ARTILLERY!
CHRIST! LET CHURCHILL DO HIS OWN DIRTY WORK.
WELL, MAYBE HE WILL, MICHAEL.
MAYBE HE WILL.
HARRY!
STOP THE CAR.
O'Reilly: IT'S NOT SAFE, MICK.
DO AS YOU'RE TOLD.
HARRY, TALK TO ME, WILL YOU?
I DON'T WANT ANY BULLSHIT, MICK.
NEITHER DO I.
COME UPSTAIRS.
IS IT TRUE WHAT I HEARD?
WHAT?
YOU'RE ENGAGED?
SHOULD I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT, TOO?
NO, NO, NO.
I'M HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH.
ME ARSE. YOU DON'T LOOK IT.
MAYBE I DON'T, MICK, BUT I'M TRYING.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
I'M TRYING.
I MISS THE WAY IT USED TO BE.
ME, TOO.
THEY TELL ME
YOU'RE DEV'S RIGHT-HAND MAN NOW.
AH, WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT'S HOW IT GOES.
WE WERE TOO DANGEROUS TOGETHER.
DO YOU KNOW THE FUNNY THING, HARRY?
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE,
I'M SCARED.
THE BIG FELLA SCARED?
WELL, I HATE TO SAY IT, MICK,
BUT YOU'VE A RIGHT TO BE.
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME.
WHAT?
YOU TOLD ME ONCE
THAT I WAS GOOD AT BLOODY MAYHEM.
AYE.
I LEFT THE BRITS IN THE HA'PENNY PLACE,
AND THAT'S WHAT I'M SCARED OF,
BECAUSE ONCE I START,
THERE'LL BE NO STOPPING ME.
DON'T YOU LET IT START, THEN.
TEAR UP THAT TREATY.
IT'S THE ONLY THING WE'VE GOT.
SO THEN IT STARTS.
WHAT?
WE FIGHT.
THEY FIGHT, WE DON'T.
YOU'VE SAID WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY,
AND YOU CAN GO NOW, MICK.
LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN, PLEASE.
LISTEN TO ME. YOU DON'T KNOW--
I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU!
NOW GET OFF!
DO IT, KID. DO IT!
PUT THE GUN DOWN. SAVE A LOT OF--
PUT THAT GUN DOWN!
PUT THE GUN DOWN.
DO YOU NOT HEAR ME?!
I SAID PUT THE GUN DOWN!
GET OUT.
DO IT!
FIRE!
AAH!
FIRE!
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A NEW BOSS, JOE?
COME ON!
KEEP MOVING, LADS! COME ON, LET'S MOVE!
Soldier: KEEP YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD.
HERE. HERE!
CHECK THE OTHER SIDE.
[COUGHS]
WHAT HAPPENED?
O'Reilly: MICK!
MICK!
A LOAD OF 'EM SHOT THEIR WAY
THROUGH TO THE DOCKS, HEADING FOR THE CATACOMBS.
HE THINKS HARRY IS WITH THEM.
COME ON. LET'S GO.
MICK, IT'S NOT SAFE!
COME ON! LET'S GO!
MICK, WE'LL NEVER GET THROUGH!
[PANTING]
STOP! STOP!
[GUNFIRE]
AAH!
[GUNSHOTS]
COME ON. COME ON.
UNH!
UHH.
UNH!
O'Reilly: CALM DOWN, WOULD YOU?
IT'S THE BIG FELLA!
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHO CLOSED YOUR EYES?
HE WAS TRYING TO MAKE IT ACROSS THE RIVER, SIR.
I SAW HIM AND PLUGGED HIM FROM ABOVE.
I DIDN'T ASK YOU. I ASKED HIM.
Soldier: YOU ASKED WHO?
I FUCKIN' ASKED HIM!
BUT HE'S DEAD, SIR.
AND YOU KILLED HIM, YOU LITTLE UNIFORMED GIT!
YOU PLUGGED HIM,
YOU LITTLE FREE-STATE GOB-SHITE!
YOU WERE MEANT TO PROTECT HIM!
BUT HE WAS ONE OF THEM, SIR!
NO, SONNY! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
HE WAS ONE OF US.
GO ON!
BACK TO YOUR POSTS.
MICK?
THE PAPERS SAID HIS LAST WORDS WERE...
"HAVE THEY GOT MICK COLLINS YET?"
IT'S NOT TRUE, MICK. YOU KNOW IT'S NOT.
I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE.
TELL DEV MICK WANTS TO TALK.
NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS.
NOT IN DUBLIN.
WHERE, THEN?
WEST CORK.
THERE MIGHT BE A CHANCE.
YEAH, BUT HE'D NEVER GET OUT OF THERE ALIVE.
SURE, DOESN'T HE COME FROM THERE?
THAT'S LIKE BANDIT COUNTRY.
THEY'RE THE BANDITS THAT HE TRAINED, AREN'T THEY?
MAYBE, BUT MICK DOESN'T KNOW THE NEW BOYS.
WELL, HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO GET TO KNOW THEM,
NOW, ISN'T HE?
GENTLEMEN.
WHAT TIME IS IT?
7:00. YOU'VE BEEN HERE ALL NIGHT?
ANY NEWS?
THEY SAY IF YOU WENT TO CORK, THERE'D BE A POSSIBILITY.
CORK?
OH, FUCK.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WE'VE CLEARED THEM OUT OF EVERYWHERE BUT WEST CORK.
THORNTON WAS SHOT THERE LAST WEEK.
WELL, THEY WOULDN'T KILL ME IN MY OWN COUNTY, SURE.
AYE, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A NEW BOSS, JOE?
STILL, BE NICE TO GO HOME.
YOU'RE CRAZY TO GO, MICK.
SO, I'M CRAZY. GO ON. GET THE CONVOY TOGETHER.
GO ON.
[COUGHS]
MICK!
WHAT?
HERE, FOR THE COUGH.
[COUGHS]
OH, HERE YOU GO, HANDKERCHIEF.
MICK!
OH, GO ON, WOULD YOU?
YOU'RE LIKE AN OLD CLUCKIN' HEN,
FUSSIN' ALL THE TIME.
[COUGHS]
SWEET SUFFERIN' JESUS.
IF YOU'RE GOING DOWN, I'M GOING WITH YOU.
Collins: THAT'S WHERE IT ALL STARTED, JOE.
FENIAN STORIES BY THE FIRESIDE.
IS THAT YOUR HOME?
WAS, TILL THE TANS BURNED IT.
[LAUGHING]
IN THE NAME OF GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MICK?
SURE, HAVEN'T I A CIVIL WAR TO RUN?
COME ON. IT'S MY ROUND.
GOOD MAN.
HUP! HUP!
[COUGHS]
COME TO FLOG US
THAT BLOODY TREATY, HAVE YOU?
I'M FLOGGIN' FUCK-ALL. I'VE COME TO BUY.
DRINKS FOR THE COUNTY ON ME.
COME ON, JOE, 4 PINTS.
[PLAYING]
[COUGHS]
IS IT HIM?
LOOKS LIKE IT.
LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO MEET.
OH, MICHAEL.
CAN I TRUST HIM?
CAN YOU TRUST ANYONE THESE DAYS, CHIEF?
[DOGS BARKING]
Man: ALL RIGHT.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSING AND SINGING]
OH, WELL, DO I REMEMBER...
THE YEAR OF '48,
WHEN I ROSE WITH COMRADES,
BRAVE AND TRUE.
[SHOUTING ENCOURAGEMENT]
I WAS HUNTED THROUGH THE HILLS BY SLAVES
WHO SERVED A FOREIGN QUEEN.
¶ AND THAT'S ANOTH-- ¶
Crowd: ¶ ANOTHER REASON WHY ¶
¶ I LEFT OLD SKIBBEREEN ¶
SAY IT TO ME, KID!
PUT IT AWAY, JOE.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
[PANTS]
WHO THE FUCK AM I?
HEH HEH HEH HEH.
I'M THE FUCKER THAT ASKED TO MEET DEV.
AND WHO'S DEV WHEN HE'S AT HOME?
AND WHO ARE YOU?
WHAT?
BUT IF I DID KNOW THIS DEV,
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE TO SAY TO HIM?
TELL HIM...
THAT HARRY BOLAND'S DEATH WAS ENOUGH.
TELL HIM THAT MICK COLLINS
SAYS HE WANTS TO STOP THIS BLOODY MAYHEM.
TELL HIM I'M SORRY I DIDN'T BRING BACK THE REPUBLIC,
BUT NOBODY COULD HAVE!
HE WAS MY CHIEF ALWAYS.
I WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED HIM TO HELL IF HE'D ASKED ME.
AND MAYBE I DID.
BUT IT'S NOT WORTH FIGHTIN' FOR...ANYMORE.
WE'VE GOT TO LEARN TO BUILD WITH WHAT WE HAVE!
YOU TELL HIM THAT.
AND WHERE CAN HE FIND YOU?
HERE.
[COUGHS]
[SOBBING]
SO I TAKE IT YOU HEARD?
OH, JESUS, MICK.
GOD FORGIVE US, HARRY.
HAVE YOU GOT ANY REPLY?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
HE'S COME ALL THIS WAY.
BE KIND OF RUDE NOT TO GIVE HIM AN ANSWER.
WELL?
HE SAYS HE'LL MEET YOU TOMORROW.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH NOW?
HIS NERVES ARE AT HIM.
BEAL NA BLATH.
THERE'S A FARMHOUSE TO THE LEFT,
TO THE BANDON SIDE.
AROUND 12:00.
HEY, KID.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
LITTLE SNOT.
¶ MY OWN LOVE SAID ¶
¶ TO ME ¶
¶ MY ¶
¶ MOTHER WON'T MIND ¶
¶ AND MY FATHER ¶
¶ WON'T SLIGHT YOU ¶
¶ FOR YOUR... ¶
BEAL NA BLATH?
¶ LACK OF KIND ¶
¶ HE WENT AWAY FROM ME ¶
¶ AND THIS... ¶
SAINTS GO WITH YOU!
¶ HE DID SAY ¶
¶ IT WILL ¶
¶ NOT BE LONG, LOVE ¶
¶ TILL OUR WEDDING DAY... ¶
SHOULD I ASK THE WHOLE BUNCH TO THE WEDDING, JOE?
DO YOU THINK THAT'D FIX IT?
BE A BIG BLOODY WEDDING, MICK.
SURE, WE'LL INVITE THE WHOLE COUNTRY,
CALL IT MARITAL DIPLOMACY.
DEV AS BEST MAN.
LLOYD GEORGE, WINSTON CHURCHILL
AS BRIDESMAIDS.
¶ HE WENT AWAY FROM ME ¶
¶ AND HE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIRE ¶
¶ AND SLOWLY ¶
¶ I WATCHED HIM ¶
WHAT'S UP? WHY HAVE WE STOPPED?
¶ MOVE HERE ¶
Collins: WHAT?
ROADBLOCK.
¶ AND MOVE THERE ¶
Tobin: MOVE IT!
GET THOSE BLOODY CARTS OFF THE ROAD!
¶ HE WENT HIS WAY HOMEWARD... ¶
Tobin: COME ON, MOVE IT!
HOW LONG?
Tobin: 2 MINUTES.
[GUNSHOTS]
JEEZ, THEY'RE TRYIN' TO FUCKIN' KILL ME.
GET DOWN!
¶ ...THIS WALK IN THE EVENING... ¶
THERE HE IS. KEEP FIRING!
GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME!
HERE! GET OFF!
¶ I DREAMED LAST NIGHT ¶
¶ THAT MY OWN LOVE CAME IN ¶
AH, JEEZ! MICK!
AH, MICK!
AH, MICK! ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
NOW, TALK TO ME!
¶ HE CAME SO SWEETLY ¶
NO, NO, NO, MICK. DON'T GO! DON'T GO.
DON'T GO ON ME. MICK!
COME ON, MICK!
NO, JESUS, DON'T GO ON US, MICK! PLEASE! NO!
¶ HE STEPPED CLOSE BESIDE ME ¶
¶ AND THIS ¶
¶ HE DID SAY ¶
¶ IT WILL ¶
MISS KIERNAN?
¶ NOT BE LONG NOW ¶
MISS KIERNAN?
MISS KIERNAN.
MISS KIERNAN!
¶ TILL OUR WEDDING DAY ¶
I'M SORRY.
I JUST HEARD.
I'M SORRY.
[SOBBING] NO!
NO!
O'Reilly: THAT'S WHY HE DIED, KITTY.
HE KNEW THE RISK HE WAS TAKING
WHEN HE WENT DOWN THERE.
BUT HE THOUGHT THEM WORTH TAKING.
HE TOOK THEM FOR US,
FOR EVERY GOB-SHITE IN THIS COUNTRY,
NO MATTER WHAT SIDE THEY WERE ON.
AND IF HE SAW YOU NOW, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'D SAY?
"GET UP OFF THE PARLIAMENTARY SIDE OF YOUR ASS
AND GET A BIT OF COLOR IN YOUR FACE."
BUT HE WOULD HAVE SAID IT BETTER, JOE.
"NO REGRETS, KIT." THAT'S WHAT HE'D SAY.
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¶ MACUSHLA ¶
¶ YOUR SWEET VOICE IS CALLING ¶
¶ CALLING ME SOFTLY AGAIN AND AGAIN ¶
¶ MACUSHLA ¶
¶ I HEAR IT STILL BEATING ¶
¶ MY BLUE-EYED MACUSHLA ¶
¶ I HEAR IT IN VAIN ¶
¶ MACUSHLA ¶
¶ YOUR WHITE ARMS ARE REACHING ¶
¶ I FEEL THEM ENFOLDING ¶
¶ CARESSING ME STILL ¶
¶ FLEET AN HOUR FROM THE DARKNESS ¶
¶ MY LOST LOVE MACUSHLA ¶
¶ LET THEM FIND ME AND BIND ME AGAIN ¶
¶ IF THEY WILL ¶
¶ MACUSHLA ¶
¶ YOUR RED LIPS ARE SAYING ¶
¶ THAT DEATH IS A DREAM AND LOVE IS FOR E'ER ¶
¶ THEN AWAKEN, MACUSHLA ¶
¶ AWAKE FROM YOUR DREAMING ¶
¶ MY BLUE-EYED MACUSHLA ¶
¶ AWAKEN TO STAY ¶