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ALL: (SINGING) ♪ Three little maids from school are we

♪ Pert as a schoolgirl well can be

♪ Filled to the brim with girlish glee

♪ Three little maids from school

♪ Everything is a source of fun

(ALL LAUGHING)

♪ Nobody's safe, for we care for none

(ALL LAUGHING)

♪ Life is a joke that's just begun

(ALL LAUGHING)

♪ Three little maids from school

♪ Three little maids who, all unwary

♪ Come from a ladies' seminary

♪ Freed from its genius tutelary

♪ Three little maids from school

♪ Three little maids from school ♪

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

MAN: Well done, miss.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- I'll see you upstairs. - JIMMY: Miss Butler.

Jimmy.

I wanted to thank you for the ticket.

You enjoyed it?

I enjoyed seeing you.

Aren't socialists allowed to have fun?

Flynn Cork's apartment, sis. Stephen's waiting.

- I'll be with you in a moment, Harry. - HARRY: Come on, hurry up.

- Would you like to come and join us? - No, no, I'd better head home.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

JIMMY: For the next meeting.

See you there?

You will indeed, Mr Mahon.

Good night.

- (PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) - Are you sure, Frances?

It's a great offer.

Won't the nuns want you to go back to Galway to teach for them?

Maybe, but I want to stay, things are happening here.

Well, if you're sure, I'm sure.

Look forward together, the world and we are young.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

- Mr Hammond. - I just wanted to congratulate you

on your performance tonight.

To both of you.

No escape now, sis.

(CHUCKLES)

Found her.

At last!

I want to talk.

Congratulations, darling, you were wonderful.

- Wasn't she, Edward? - Mmm.

You're a credit to us, at least.

Thank you, Daddy, Mummy.

- I thought I lost you. - Stephen.

How are ya?

- (CLINKS GLASS) - STEPHEN: Ladies and gentlemen,

let us raise our glasses for our very own three Graces.

- Miss May Lacey. - (CROWD APPLAUDING)

Miss Frances O'Flaherty.

And my beautiful fiancée, my very own Yum Yum.

That's my sister, you dirty dog.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

- (CHUCKLES) Miss Elizabeth Butler. - (CROWD APPLAUDING)

- To the three little maids. - ALL: Three little maids.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

That's it, it's war.

(CHURCH BELL CONTINUES TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

WOMAN: Looking for company, mister?

There he is.

How are you, Art?

So it's war.

It's not our war.

Since when did we have a choice, brother?

Let us Irish show the King, through our unfailing support,

that his trust in our loyalty has not been misplaced.

And when it is over,

we will welcome him to open our new Parliament here in Dublin.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ALL: (SINGING) ♪ God save our gracious King

♪ Long live our noble King

♪ God save the King

♪ Send him victorious

♪ Happy and glorious

♪ Long to reign over us

♪ God save the King ♪

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

No conscription for Ireland.

- No conscription for Ireland. - (HORN HONKS)

Let Englishmen fight English wars. Thank you, sir.

No conscription for Ireland.

It's a sin, that.

Nice to be home though.

- Hello. - Fancy a feel, fellows?

I would, but... I'm a family man.

No conscription for Ireland.

You should be fighting for your own country.

That's what we're doing, fighting for our King and country.

No, you're a traitor.

Nobody calls me a traitor, especially not my own.

- I am. - If you weren't a lassie...

What, you'd shoot me? Do it then.

It'll be the first bullet fired in the fight for Irish freedom.

Freedom? My royal Irish arse.

- (SOLDIERS LAUGHING) - No conscription for Ireland.

No conscription for Ireland.

You boys should be at home.

You shouldn't be fighting when it's not your war.

SOLDIER: Drag her into the trenches with us.

- Hello. - How are you?

I'd like to buy some flowers, please.

Yes, what would you like?

Oh, these are very pretty, aren't they?

- Morning, Constable O'Brien. - Morning, Miss Lacey.

Don't let me interrupt your morning smoke. (CHUCKLES)

- I like your flowers. - Thanks very much, I couldn't resist.

MAN: Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

O'BRIEN: Sure look at that lot.

It's not hurting anyone.

- Not with them sticks, they're not. - (CHUCKLES)

- Morning, miss. - (CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

MAY: Morning.

Secret orders for the immediate round up of the so-called Sinn Fein faction.

All their names, addresses

and secret arms stashes.

It's in cipher, of course.

Since, for some perverse reason,

many of the people treasonable to England

are to be found in the lower ranks of the government service.

CHARLES: Such orders would have to be sanctioned by the chief secretary,

Mr Birrell, who's currently in London.

Damn it, Hammond. We must act!

There's every indication some kind of attack is imminent!

Your misgivings have been noted and shall be conveyed to Sir Matthew,

but affairs in Ireland are delicately poised.

Yes, they're delicately poised, all right.

I've heard from a contact in the admiralty

that messages have been intercepted from the Germans.

Guns, and who knows what else, for an attack here.

That's as may be, but we've not been advised of that officially.

Good day to you, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you think they're right?

It does not matter what I think.

I'm a civil servant.

You better have someone decipher this for me,

make it look like we're doing something,

keep the general off my back.

Why don't we go to Corless' for lunch?

That always cheers you up.

This cheers me up.

Mmm.

- Is the Countess still here? - You nearly missed her.

I'm sorry, Dr Lynn.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Elizabeth Butler, madam.

COUNTESS: Point it at me.

- (GASPS) - (GUN COCKS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You must do it like you mean it.

Here,

practice with this.

Hmm?

Drink up.

COUNTESS: You'll be in my battalion. We'll be taking St Stephen's Green.

This will be our rear operating base.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

Mmm...

Forward march, Lieutenant, lovely lines, eyes right. (CHUCKLES)

There you are, Harry.

Good of you to come.

And George, what are you doing here? What happened to Belfast?

Couldn't get enough of dirty old Dublin.

He's back devilling for his pupil master.

I'm acting as junior for Mr Wiley.

- What about your father? - Joined the separates.

Big fallout when daddy Wilson secured the war ministry contract

through his friend Mr Carson.

What about you? We've read about you in dispatches.

Those who can be bothered to read such things.

Sounds like hell.

To the Arts Club for an eye opener?

- No, there's something I have to do. - I'm needed in the office.

Spoilsports! (CHUCKLES)

CHILDREN: (SINGING) ♪ I like coffee, I like tea ♪

Gentlemen.

- Ah, how are ya, Arthur? - How are ya?

- Haven't seen you in ages. - Glad to see you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

BOY: Go on, hit him, hit him.

MAN: Enough of that, now.

I said enough!

I wouldn't do that if I was you, son.

Da!

- How are ya? - Good.

Look at you. Bit taller, more freckles.

- See you've been cutting your hair. - Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

- What is this? - Uncle Jimmy made it for me.

Oh, did he now, yeah?

He said he'd get me a uniform like his when I'm older.

Hold that.

Why don't you try this on for size?

It's the real thing.

Have a look at this.

A Luger for a gun.

I took that from a Turkish officer.

Did you shoot him?

No, no, I won it in a bet. (CHUCKLES)

Top of the pit, isn't it?

Come on, away home.

- How's your ma and the girls? - (KIDS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Liza, where have you been?

- College. - Surgeons is closed for Easter, surely.

Dr Lynn has allowed us to rehearse there

and to take some stage properties over to the theatre this afternoon.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

Why not?

You have a visitor.

Who?

Stephen.

- Stephen? - He's waiting upstairs.

Go on, go see him.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- How are youse? - It's been a long time, welcome home.

Thank you, great to be back.

- Gentlemen. How are you? - Arthur, how are ya?

Good, good.

- I swear you've grown since yesterday. - (BABY CRYING)

Tomorrow we're not going to be able to get these on you at all.

You have an old pair of Minnie's to give her, Peg?

I set aside a little to buy her a new pair.

Make sure they're big enough to fit a baby cart horse, huh?

Uncle Jimmy, Ma, he's back.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Peg of my heart, come here to me.

- Oh, I've missed you. - PEG: We've missed you, too.

Who is this little lady?

Isn't he the fine man in his uniform?

- You've practically grown already. - (BABY COOING)

Oh, there you go.

(BABY CRYING)

SADIE: Da!

And Sadie, look at the size of ya. Come here, come here.

Give your old man a hug.

Let me look at you.

Are you keeping your brother out of trouble?

And you're growing fast, aren't you?

Good girl, good girl.

Good girl, yourself.

Jim, come here.

- Why don't you run down to O'Hegarty's? - Yeah.

Get your old man some rashers, some eggs, a large bottle.

Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Where's Minnie? - PEG: She's working.

Ah, yeah, where?

Star of the Sea.

What, the laundry?

Well, it's something, Art, and Jimmy's still blacklisted.

Well, don't you have the separation money?

Couldn't get by without it, love.

She's getting older.

We need the money.

JIMMY: Right, I better go.

There's a job they want me down for at Liberty Hall.

Why don't I take the kids to Mrs Lamberts and give you two a chance to catch up?

PEG: That'd be great. Thanks, Jim.

JIMMY: Come on, missy, let's go.

Yeah, you're coming with me, too.

I'm sure it takes time, Stephen.

You've only got two weeks leave before you go back.

You must get some rest

and see your mother and take some time in Wexford.

I spoke to your father.

He, um...

He's given his permission for us to marry...

Next Monday.

It won't change anything. You must continue your medical studies

and afterwards, children and the rest.

And when the Parliament moves to Dublin,

- you'll be closer to your parents. - Stephen, don't.

And your mother is so, so pleased.

She's already sent to the dressmakers and the shoemakers

- and the Lord knows who else. - DOLLY: Is it safe to come in?

- I'm sorry... - Your father felt

we should mark the occasion.

And your brother suggested we mark it with fizz.

Well done, Stephen.

- Liza. - Father.

Well done, Stephen.

Thank you, Sylvester.

EDWARD: I've, uh, talked to the Provost of Trinity,

he says, uh, the college chapel could be used.

So, shall all the gods of Eireann, Protestant and Catholic

- be appeased with this union? - The toast is my duty I believe, Harry.

- HARRY: Yes, Father. - Marriage of Stephen and my own Liza.

Is this the vintage, Harry?

HARRY: Only the best for our Liz.

And best of luck to you, Stephen.

You're going to need it with us as your in-laws.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING IRISH)

Carry on boys.

Don't over fill the jam tin, Milo, it'll blow before you throw it.

Yes ma'am.

That's a great job you're doing there, Cormac.

No lover ever caressed his bride more fondly than I,

my lovely long Lee Enfield.

I hope you can distinguish between it and your true love when the time comes.

But for the moment, we are soldiers.

(DOOR OPENS)

Commandant Pearse.

We've had word from our Castle contact, Miss O'Flaherty.

- Another search. - Are we going out on manoeuvres, sir?

Soon, Cormac.

Manoeuvres from which not all of us will return.

Like Cu Chulainn,

we'll welcome death

in battle as a glorious thing.

And God grant we'll all live in eternal glory like him.

Right, lads, guns to the infirmary

and take as much ammunition as you can hide about yourselves.

(SPEAKING IRISH)

Quick now, before the G-men arrive.

CORMAC: Let's go, let's go.

The raids are getting worse. It'll have to be soon.

We need to encourage all the Volunteers to come out -

not just those who've sworn themselves to us.

When the revolution begins, everyone will come out to aid us.

Our castle contacts told us -

he's in sight of a document that might also help us.

I understand you have a friend in Dublin Castle?

Yes.

This is an empire, Hammond.

Its fate does not hang upon the word of a schoolboy

or the fantasies of some crack brain schoolmaster.

I will not bother the cabinet with rumour and innuendo.

CHARLES: Yes, Sir Matthew.

Do you and, uh, Mrs Hammond have plans for the Easter weekend?

We hope to visit family friends.

I hope she has a pleasant stay,

but she should probably return to London soon.

Best we're not distracted, eh, Hammond?

Yes, Sir Matthew.

Carry on, Hammond.

Hello.

Tea is on the table.

Fresh laundry in the hot press.

Now, don't be disturbing me,

because I am going six spades.

That new bridge game is worse than the gin

when it comes to the ruination of old ladies.

May?

MAY: I've been seeing someone, Frances.

Oh, that's good, isn't it? Courting.

We're not courting.

He's English.

I'm sure some of them know how to court, at least.

And I've nothing against them as individuals.

It's Mr Hammond.

Isn't he married?

Now he does sound like the kind of Englishman I object to.

- Comes over here... - It's not over, Fran.

He doesn't want it to be.

He's selling the cow instead of supping the milk.

Oh, May...

I'm sorry.

You've no reason to be afraid as thought.

But there's no future for you with a married Englishman.

You'll always come off second best.

- But Fran... - No,

you can't trust them.

Actually, there was something I hoped you could do for me.

There's a document at the Castle,

orders to arrest all the leaders of the volunteers and Sinn Fein.

- How would you know about that? - If we could get ahold of it

and publish it, all the volunteers will think

the organisation's going to be suppressed and they'll come out for us.

- They'd never suspect you, May. - I took an oath, Fran.

But your Mr Hammond would protect you.

No, Frances!

ELIZABETH: This door here, Liberty Hall.

MAN: It's a fair weight, miss.

Here...

Here, let me.

I thought you believed in women's equality.

- I do. - Good.

Thank you.

(GRUNTS)

Not bad for a girl. Are you trying to show me up?

You're doing all right for a fella.

I met the Countess.

Oh, yeah? Madame herself.

She's said we're taking Stephen's Green, it must be soon.

This Sunday's mobilisation, I'd guess.

Volunteers have been called out on route marches, too.

Perhaps it would be for the best if it was this Sunday.

- You're an impatient revolutionary. - Stephen's home on leave.

We're to be married next Monday.

Congratulations.

Will it be any different after we go out?

Everything is going to be different, isn't it?

English are going to be driven out.

- High windows of the rich pulled down. - Including my father's.

He's welcome to join us if he wants,

as long as he's prepared to share his wealth.

I'll ask him so.

Are you up for this for real, Liz?

The English have treated this country shamefully,

and the rich, my father included, have treated the poor worse.

The worst slums in Europe, they say.

I know, I live there.

I'm up for this.

CHARLES: I should be going.

What if you didn't?

What if this wasn't a bed in a hotel room, but...

Our own bed?

And where is that bed?

In a house by the sea.

- West Sussex? - West Cork.

(CHUCKLES) Of course.

And you'd have a desk that would look out over the water

where you'd sit and write your books.

You'd have a garden where you grew flowers.

We'd have children.

- How many? - Three.

- That all? - Five.

Two boys and

three beautiful girls like you.

And I'd insist that they were all called May.

- (LAUGHS) - (CHUCKLES)

MAY: Mmm.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

Vee, over here.

Darling.

How pleasant to see you.

You didn't have to come all this way.

Oh, but I did.

Shall we?

(HORN HONKING)

MAN: Well, the paper's too big so we need a larger typeface,

but the ink is good.

JIMMY: Print it in two halves.

CHARLES: Print what, Jimmy Mahon?

I thought your rag was banned.

It's not going to stop us.

What's this?

Irish Citizen Army.

Putting on a play, are youse?

ELIZABETH: Cathleen Ni Houlihan,

Yeats.

I thought you socialists were against all nations and nationalists.

JIMMY: We're all against empires

and the boot licking rats who work for them.

CONNOLLY: Joining our union, Detective?

(DOOR CLOSES)

I would put that away if I were you.

- Get out. - (GUNS COCK)

Get out, you puffed up buffoon, get out.

Your day will come, Connolly.

(SIGHS)

Armed guard on both entrances until it's time.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So slender.

Slender as I was when I married your father,

though they say men admire the fuller figure.

A sign of good health and childbearing potential.

Medically it makes no difference, Mother.

And does it really matter what men admire?

What men admire and don't admire is important, Liza,

whether you like it or not.

I don't know what you think you're playing at,

but once you're married it will all have to stop.

Gaelic culture, theatre, all very well, but...

I don't know what you're talking about.

A good marriage is the only way for a woman

to secure her future, Liza.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Yes?

For Miss Elizabeth Butler, madam, for the performance

from Mr Connolly the producer,

to keep them safe.

I'm terribly sorry, but we just don't have the space.

Good evening, gentlemen.

We can put them in the provisions room out back, Mummy.

It's only for a few days, they'll be gone before Monday.

Right, lads.

This way.

Mr Hammond, please.

I am afraid he's actually in a meet...

- Mrs Hammond. - Yes.

- Miss Lacey, I'm Mr Hammond's... - I know.

I'll see if he's free.

- These orders of General Lowe... - Darling.

...and I'll need to speak to Sir Matthew.

- Vee. - (CHUCKLES)

I thought I'd come and relieve you of the tedium

of generals and Sir Matthew and stenography

and we have the tedium of that damp little place in Dalkey.

Such a pity Daddy couldn't find you somewhere more exotic. (CHUCKLES)

I'm terribly sorry. I just meant somewhere more different.

India, or Africa again.

You're practically the same as us, dear, aren't you?

CHARLES: What a splendid surprise and just in time for lunch.

VANESSA: You have a club, don't you?

It's full of tedious types like me.

Let's go to Corless'.

- Proper local colour. Hmm? - Sounds much more fun.

What about Sir Matthew, Mr Hammond?

First thing after lunch, if he's available.

MAN: How many? JIMMY: A couple of cases.

I hope Mr Connolly and Mr Pearse's proclamation isn't too long all the same.

Although, I wouldn't bet on it with those two.

What about ornamentals? Want it to look proper.

The same ones the Lord Lieutenant used to sign his name with.

The drunken old bastard.

- Heard he used them for other things, too. - Mmm.

Jesus, you can still smell the whisky off it.

Yeah.

It's pretty good.

HARRY: Something wrong, sis?

Wanted to ask you a favour.

Wanted to ask you one, too.

You first.

Well,

the allowance Pater keeps me on is simply scandalous.

I can barely keep body and soul together on it.

I get by fine on mine.

You're a fillie, you don't have to pay for anything.

And a socialist to boot, so you can embrace poverty.

Come on, sis, you know I can't help myself.

So if you don't help me, I'll have to find it elsewhere.

And Stephen's worth a bob or two.

I know it wasn't just the parliamentary seat his old man left him.

What's wrong?

Second thoughts?

No.

HARRY: So what about your people's army?

ELIZABETH: I'm not going to listen to you if you're going to be cynical.

In an age of excess of ideals, the cynic is the true rebel.

- I'm being serious. - So am I.

My cynicism hides my deep scepticism,

the potential for ideals to increase human happiness by one jot.

(CHUCKLES)

MATTHEW: It's been decided, Hammond.

But General Lowe's orders...

Lowe's a soldier. Soldiers want to act.

And the decoded German messages, sir.

I know about the decoded German messages, but our hands are tied.

CHARLES: I think it really might be worth looking into, sir.

MATTHEW: Well, you look into it, Charles,

and then you come and report back to me, all right?

CHARLES: Yes, sir. MATTHEW: Very good. Carry on.

G Division left these personality files up for you.

Shall I leave a message at your home for Mrs Hammond

to say you'll be late?

No, I'll call her myself. Thank you.

May.

Yes, sir.

- Is something wrong, May? - No.

Why would there be, Mr Hammond?

You're free to leave.

- Evening. - Evening.

- Constable O'Brien. - Miss Lacey.

May...

I don't know how to thank you.

- I don't know what I was thinking. - FRANCES: You're a brick.

I'll lose my job.

Go to prison.

We all must be prepared to make sacrifices for our nation.

Which nation?

You're planning against my nation.

Has your Englishman so turned your head you can't see your own people any more?

Has Mr Pearse so turned yours

that you don't know what's right from wrong any more?

So it's right to be fucked by a married Englishman?

I would rather be fucked by an Englishman than brainwashed by an Irishman.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

CONNOLLY: Miss O'Flaherty works for me, gentlemen.

This is the document.

Thank you, Frances

and, uh, thank your friend.

I'm glad I could play my part.

You may go.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Minnie, are you all right? - Yeah.

- Yeah, where are you going? - I'm going to Biddy's.

You'd want to watch, too, he's in a rage with you.

ARTHUR: There he is now.

Welcome, skiver.

You forced me to take the King's shilling

but you think I...

You think I like fighting for the British army?

While I'm away getting shot at by Turks,

you live off of my shillings

that the King pays me, you'll spend it gladly.

Yeah, with my wife and my young ones

and now, you know, you've showed great consideration,

you got my older daughter a job in a laundry.

I work when I can, Art, just doing me best.

- Yeah, yeah, I bet you do, yeah. - Yeah.

And do they pay you really well down in Liberty Hall?

- Liberty doesn't have a price. - ARTHUR: And all the rest of it.

And I'm the one who gets called a traitor.

PEG: Art...

(GUN COCKS)

- Art please. - Don't defend him, get out of the way.

PEG: No, please.

What is this doing in my house?

You brought a gun home.

- I'm a soldier. - So am I.

The Irish Citizen Army?

And I suppose this thing here is for

taking a pop at agents of British oppression, yeah?

People like me.

Huh?

How does it feel to be on the other end of it?

Take it!

Joke of a thing for a joke of an army.

I want it and you out of here now, you're not welcome here any more.

PEG: But Art, when you're away...

When I'm away what?

Jimmy's a great help with the kids, is all.

- ARTHUR: Oh, yeah, I bet he is. - Yeah.

You're going to have to do without that help from now on.

You get your own wife, Jimmy, get your own family.

You've overstayed your welcome, you and your workers revolution.

PEG: Jimmy, Jimmy, don't go.

ARTHUR: What else has he been helping you with?

- What do you think? - Sit down, you.

- Stop. - ARTHUR: Move it!

PEG: Art.

Jim... Don't go, Jim.

- Yeah, yeah. - (BABY CRYING)

ELIZABETH: May.

Hello, Elizabeth.

- So lovely to see you. - And you.

Gosh, it's been an age.

I know, sure, I've been very busy in the Castle.

- I'm sure you have with your studies. - Yes.

- Come in. - Thank you.

- How have you been, May? - Good.

You're almost a doctor now, aren't you?

- ELIZABETH: Nearly. - There's something I need to ask you.

Are you certain?

ELIZABETH: What will you do?

Well, I can't go back to the Castle once I begin to show.

That might not be such a bad thing.

That was my life, Elizabeth.

- What about home? - And shame my father?

They're not very understanding of fallen women in Dublin,

let alone small town Cork.

You could go to England.

Have the baby in secret, have it adopted.

- I could lend you the money. - Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

The father will be delighted.

We've been talking about marriage so we'll just have to do it sooner.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

What was it like?

It was amazing.

(CHUCKLES)

I hope you'll be happy, too, Elizabeth.

You always did everything right.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Oh, you didn't used to like whisky, Stephen.

I discovered its medicinal power when we were convalescing in Malta.

All better now?

Enough to be sent back out again to France in 10 days.

It's just a bit of shrapnel.

Big push coming, they say.

Well, I'll get through it knowing that Lizzy is there for me.

And what about your Ingrid, Georgie?

Are you going to make an honest woman of her?

When I can afford it.

Are things so bad with your father?

I wouldn't take his money if he offered.

Take what's on offer when it's on offer is my motto,

because it mightn't be offered again.

The munitions he's manufacturing are for our side, George.

And what is our side fighting for?

So that the English will have to grant us home rule after.

And that the Ulster Volunteers are fighting so that they don't.

They've legislated for it.

Look, all I'm saying is I don't think anyone believes

that it's going to be brought in any more.

And what do people believe then?

That we're sitting on a bomb.

And I believe we should be having a good time.

- You two girls fancy a drink? - What are you offering?

The hard stuff.

Want to watch you, so.

Uh-huh.

Now, what pro quo do I get for my quid?

STEPHEN: Don't mind him. We're fine, thanks.

Speak for yourself.

Which one of you is going to sit on my knee?

I don't know what you take us for, mister.

I take you for a good time.

Don't be giving it away for free.

Who said I was giving anything away for free?

You are not like that, Minnie.

MINNIE: He smells nice.

MAN: See, at least someone's in the mood.

Now ladies, those drinks I promised you.

Barman, give me a few glasses here for the ladies.

- How many? - MAN: 20,000 they estimate.

A German ship and 20,000 guns escaped our naval blockade

and made it to the coast of Ireland.

Well, the admiralty knew but didn't act

or the German's would have known we cracked their code.

They'd sooner risk a rebellion here.

Well, thankfully, it was intercepted.

- And where is this traitor Casement? - Under arrest in Tralee.

- Have him sent straight to London. - Yes, sir.

And in secret, the last thing we want is a martyr.

And as for their collaborators in our administration,

- deal with them. - Yes, sir.

JIMMY: Once you go out with us there'll be no going back.

I'll be going out with you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

LILLY: Where are you off to at this hour of the day, May?

I'm going to England on the early boat.

- LILLY: But you can't. - I'm paid up to the end of the month.

I don't care about the money, love.

- What's happened? - I'm sorry, Aunt Lilly.

Is it a fella?

I'll have my trunk sent on. Goodbye, Aunt Lilly.

Miss Lacey?

- Sergeant. - I've been asked to

fetch you to the Castle.

It's Easter weekend.

- What does it concern? - Follow me.

Of course, Sergeant.