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(CLATTERING)

JIMMY: Looks good.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Hope it cuts the mustard, Mr Connolly, sir.

Ah, it's a fine-looking poster, Jimmy.

It's good work, but I'm afraid we're not going to be needing it.

Casement and the German guns captured and now this.

This clown.

"All orders given to Irish Volunteers for today, Easter Sunday,

"are hereby rescinded."

Uh-huh.

"And no parades, marches or other movements

- "of Irish Volunteers will take place. - (BICYCLE BELL RINGS)

"Each individual volunteer will obey this order strictly in every particular.

"Eoin MacNeill, Chief of Staff."

Hello, my love.

I come with these mobilisation orders.

Have you seen this?

No parades today.

Irish Volunteer march is cancelled?

This is a trick.

Liza, the dressmaker's here for the final fitting.

You'll need to put it on.

Liza, chop, chop.

Stephen's on his way to sign the settlement.

- You're getting married tomorrow... - I know.

...or have you forgotten?

I'm sorry, everything is such a spin these days.

(BELLS TOLLING)

MAY: Mr Hammond.

So Sir Matthews finally released you at last.

It was your idea I be brought in, I suppose.

Well, it's an emergency.

Three hours of dictation, my hand's fit to drop off.

I have to type up these reports for the Prime Minister,

the Chief Secretary, the cabinet, and the Lord knows who else.

Well, I told him you were the best in the pool.

Thank you for ruining my holiday weekend.

Did you have other plans?

They came for me in the middle of the night, Charles.

Yes.

Vanessa is down the country visiting friends.

Because of this German guns and Casement business,

I've had to stay behind.

We'll have the rest of the weekend together.

I'm sorry, May, how it's been.

I've missed you.

I thought you brought me in because I was the best in the pool.

Oh, but you are.

(MAN AND WOMAN MOANING)

Where are ya going?

Sorry, Popsy, business to attend to.

It's the first proper bed I've ever stayed in.

Oh, it seemed a shame to wake you.

What am I supposed to do?

Do you have a home?

They think I was with my friend last night.

Work today.

Well, why don't you have a little lie-in?

I'll sort out a few more hours with the manager downstairs.

(COIN CLATTERS ON TABLE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

"Not a handful of rich people, but all the working people must enjoy

- "the fruit of their common labour." - That'll be the day.

That day is now or should have been.

"Nothing to lose but our chains."

- And our heads. - Let the man talk.

If we can't have a revolution in this world,

we can at least dream of one in the next.

Why can't we dream of one in this world?

Listen to this. VI Lenin. "Sometimes history needs a push."

CORMAC: Any news?

FRANCES: Mr Pearse is meeting Connolly to persuade him to go out anyway.

Eoin MacNeill. Bloody traitor to his nation.

Maybe we're better off without him and the faint hearts up here

to come out for Ireland.

If we go out in spite of him, we're going to be outnumbered.

It's a question of honour, Cormac.

This generation must show itself willing to make the sacrifice

and strike the blow for Gaelic Ireland, or else the dream will die with us.

Are you not afraid, miss?

Yes.

I am afraid.

But I'd sooner to die free than live as a slave.

It's a very generous settlement, Mr Butler.

ELIZABETH: Thank you, Father.

- Congratulations. - STEPHEN: Thank you.

(MOANING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

MAY: More.

CHARLES: More? (CHUCKLES)

You're irrepressible tonight, what's got into you?

(CHUCKLES)

You.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Relief.

Hmm?

Of having you to myself.

(SPEAKING IRISH)

By the noble blood of Emmet.

(CROWD REPEATING)

By the famine corpses.

By the tears of Irish exiles.

We swear the oaths our ancestors swore.

That we will free our race from bondage.

Or we will fall fighting hand to hand.

And by my poor mother's blood and suffering I make this oath.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

One moment.

Come in, come in.

Liza, it's time you were changing.

Yes, of course.

I understand you're being nervous,

but once you're married,

you'll understand what a wonderful thing it is,

and with Stephen at your side,

you will have the whole world at your feet.

I'm so happy for you, Liza.

I'm happy you are, Mummy.

Let me help you dress and do your hair, hmm?

As my mother did mine on my wedding day.

(CHUCKLES)

(ELIZABETH CLEARS THROAT)

MICK: It's on again.

- Jimmy, where have you been? - What is it?

It's on again.

Jesus, they must be mad.

At least we have the element of surprise.

Surprised us as well.

Let's give it a go so.

- What have we got to lose, eh? - Yeah, nothing but our chains, Mick.

- Up the Workers' Republic. - Up the Republic.

Come on, lads, let's go.

Everybody here?

There's still some in the infirmary, miss.

FRANCES: Milo, tell them up and dressed.

Their country needs them more than their sick beds.

New orders, follow me.

Let's go, boys, come on.

(SPEAKING IRISH)

To the left.

March.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BABY COOING)

PEGGY: You're out bright and early.

Grand National.

Thought we'd have a day out as a proper family.

PEGGY: Can we afford it?

Yeah, I think we can afford one day of happy memories

before I go back to the front.

- Don't you, Peg? - Yeah.

Yeah, you want to see the gee-gees, don't you, Peter?

- Yeah. - And Minnie.

I don't want to see any stupid horses.

Well, in that case, we'll give Sadie your ticket and you can stay in

and mind your baby sister.

Da, I wanted to go out.

Yeah, well, you've been going out a little too often these last few days, missy.

You're staying in, and since you are,

you can give your mother the loan of that fancy new hat of yours.

(BABY COOING)

I've been thinking of signing up, you know.

You?

Why not?

Because you don't believe in anything.

I believe we all die in the end.

(LAUGHTER)

Here come the cavalry.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Mrs Daphne Lyons, you must be so proud.

I couldn't be prouder.

- You remember Harry, Elizabeth's brother. - I do.

And George, and Monsignor Mulcahy.

- Pleased to meet you. - Elizabeth's uncle.

You're entering into enemy territory, Uncle Robert.

We shall set aside our schisms for one happy day at least.

I jest, I jest. (LAUGHS)

- You look beautiful, darling. - Thank you.

- Doesn't she look beautiful, Edward? - Mmm-hmm.

Beautiful, the image of you.

DOLLY: As I once was, perhaps. EDWARD: As you still are.

Dolly, come along.

- I'm sorry, Daddy, I forgot something. - Hmm?

Oh, hurry or we'll be late, Liza.

Well, I suppose you know what this means.

I got the orders, Liz, it's back on.

Wait here.

What is she doing?

Oh, she's probably just nervous.

No, let's go inside.

Ah, all right, all right.

- Elizabeth? - Liza!

- Liza! - You're keeping everyone waiting.

Come on, Liz, will you hurry up?

DOLLY: I'll try the kitchen.

What?

Come on.

(DOOR SLAMS)

DOLLY: Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

You were to muster at Stephen's Green?

With Markievicz.

It's too late, they're out already.

- ELIZABETH: What about you? - Sean Connolly's, Dame Street.

ELIZABETH: I'll go with you, then.

What about Stephen? What about your family?

There'll be other days to marry. There won't be other days like this.

What are we waiting for then?

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Now, Civil War and Punch,

last two year's winners, are running again today.

I like the name All Sorts.

Do you now?

All right, All Sorts it is.

Because you're smart and you know how to pick a winner, Peggy. (CHUCKLES)

PEGGY: I do that, Art.

Excuse me, sir, are you free?

- Where to, miss? - Trinity College.

I thought you students were all away for Easter.

I'm here to see someone.

I've not been here before.

Well, you're welcome to Dublin.

Or, as some would say, you're welcome to Dublin.

ELIZABETH: Dr Lynn.

Elizabeth, you're here, I thought you were getting married today.

ELIZABETH: What are the orders?

KATHLEEN: Dublin Castle.

OFFICER: Are you ready?

Fall in!

Stay at the rear. Help with the wounded.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(OFFICER SHOUTING)

DRIVER: What are those eejits play-acting at now?

What is it?

These volunteers making a nuisance of themselves.

- Will they be long? - Lord knows with this shower.

Arms!

Cor, Ray.

- What do we do, miss? - We wait for the signal.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

- What's... What's happening? - OFFICER: To the GPO!

(ALL SHOUTING)

I'm sorry, miss, you're going to have to continue on foot.

- But I don't know the way. - Right, lads. Laddo, side door!

(MEN CHANTING)

DRIVER: Please, I have to go.

This motor's my living. Just please... Sorry.

- See ya. Good luck, bye-bye. - OFFICER: Go on, hurry it up.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

CHARLES: Something's happening over at the GPO.

I better make a run for it, you best get changed.

- What about me? - Well, you too, of course.

Charles.

Hmm?

When the Constable called for me the other night,

I thought I was going to be arrested.

I don't think there's any reason for you to be afraid of that, May.

Come on, get changed.

Charles, I'm pregnant.

Well, that's extraordinary.

- Is it? - Yes, it is for me.

For me, that's extraordinary.

We can't have children, Vanessa and I, we've tried.

Visited doctors, I thought it was me, my fault.

It's not your fault.

You're definitely up to snuff.

Maybe we should just run away together.

We could go to India.

- How would we live? - I'd write novels.

You'd be a star of the stage.

- (LAUGHS) In India? - America then.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know about you, but I could do with a dry sherry right now.

Must be the holiday traffic that's keeping her.

Appears so.

GEORGE: Mr Wiley.

Good to see you.

The Sinn Féiners have taken over the city.

- I'd say the Germans are coming. - GEORGE: Really?

They're calling up the reserves to secure the college.

I'm to be married.

You should report to the barracks.

I'm sorry, Stephen.

Stephen, I am really sorry, I need to go with him.

- I'll be back soon, okay? - Of course.

- I'm sorry. - I will see you later?

Yeah, of course.

Harry, take care of the guests for me and explain this to Elizabeth.

All right, change of plan, wedding's off.

Seems like we're having a rebellion instead.

(CHUCKLES)

OFFICER: Keep pace.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

Come on.

Hold.

What are you lot playing at?

In the name of the Provisional Government of the Irish Republic,

I demand you open the gates.

The gates are open, but not to the likes of you bowsies.

Do yourself a favour and get out of here

before you land yourself in some real trouble.

PATRICK: Open it!

This is your last warning.

And I'm telling you that this is your last warning.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

Come on!

(SHOUTING)

MAN: Close the gates!

(GUNFIRE)

KATHLEEN: Leave him be.

He was unarmed.

He was warned.

Pull back! Pull back! Pull back to City Hall!

- He's saying something. - Bless me, Father...

(GUNFIRE)

Pull back! Pull back to City Hall!

Pull back.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, come on.

We're going to get killed out here, come on.

Elizabeth, come on, we gotta get out of here.

Get in.

(GUNFIRE)

Get in, keep going!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Get up, get up, get up, get up.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

MAN: Someone please tell us what's going on.

I just popped in to buy a stamp, for God's sake.

Watch your language, some of these are only boys.

Where are we taking prisoners?

Excuse me.

Where are we taking prisoners?

- I think they said the basement. - Fine.

PATRICK: Miss O'Flaherty?

FRANCES: Commandant Pearse.

All Cumman na mBan volunteers must report to the kitchen or the medical room.

Cormac, please take the prisoner to the basement.

CORMAC: Yes, sir.

A woman can pull a trigger as well as any man, sir, or a boy.

How would we look if we put women in danger?

Thought you looked upon us as your equal, sir.

Does your proclamation not say that?

Indeed we revere women as purer than men, hence we must protect them.

And as for the proclamation, gentlemen, I need a detail to accompany me.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

Please, I'm here to see George Wilson. He has rooms here.

The college is closed to all but residents and cadet corp.

Mr Wilson's not here.

But I just arrived from Belfast. I've nowhere to go.

I'm his fiancée.

Thank you.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

OFFICER: Hurry it up, lads!

First Lieutenant Duffy Lyons, 6th battalion, Fusiliers.

Barracks told me to report here, sir.

They're in City Hall, I need a situation report.

- Take those men and go down. - Yes, sir.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

I beg your pardon!

This hotel has been commandeered

in the name of the Provisional Government of the Irish Republic.

CHARLES: The what?

Run it right through, hoist her high.

I suppose you're taking us hostage, are you?

Give them a hand there, give them a hand.

Well, not unless you'd like us to, sir.

No, we're going to hang the Starry Plough outside the front of this bastard

William Martin Murphy's Imperial fucking Hotel.

Come on, Charles, they're just boys dressed up as soldiers.

Well, rather a citizen soldier than an Englishman's whore.

- How dare you, you take that back! - I'd be on me way, I'd be on me way now.

MAY: Come on, Charles.

SOLDIER: I think she's right, sir.

- I think you should go. - Come on, Charles.

- Charles! - Now!

MAN: (ON SPEAKER) All soldiers must report to their home barracks immediately.

(SIREN BLARES)

PEGGY: We'll be fine from here, Art.

Ah, at least let me see you home, Peggy.

Is it the Germans?

Nah, nah, it's not the Boche. It's Jimmy and his shower.

They're not capable of this, Art.

Here, listen, it'll be over before you know it. Now...

PEGGY: Don't worry about us, we'll be grand.

Peter, you look after your mother, yeah?

Keep me that paper, good man. See you soon.

- (GLASS SHATTERING) - To the roof.

(GUNFIRE)

Why did we retreat?

We could have pushed on to the second gates,

there was only a handful of men.

We couldn't say how many soldiers were up there.

What are we supposed to do barricaded in this building?

- We hold the position. - Hold the... Hold the position?

Those are the orders, man.

- You hit, sir? - I'm fine.

Nurse, Elizabeth!

- (GUNFIRE) - (GLASS SHATTERS)

Captain Connolly's been hit.

ELIZABETH: When did this happen?

When I was hoisting the flag above.

(SCREAMS) Oh, God!

That means they've got shooters on the Castle roof.

- (GUNFIRE) - ELIZABETH: Dr Lynn!

- Dr Lynn! - No point.

Dr Lynn!

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

Move along, the cavalry are on the way.

- But I want to see the show. - Move along, I said.

"She now seizes that moment,

"and supported by her exiled children in America

"and by gallant allies in Europe..."

- What is this? - MAN: It's the proclamation.

- Of what? - The Republic.

"We declare the right of the people of Ireland to the ownership of Ireland

"and to the unfettered control of Irish destinies

"to be sovereign and indefeasible..."

It's Mr Pearse, he runs that school Frances teaches at.

PATRICK: "...people and government has not extinguished the right,

"nor can it ever be extinguished,

"except by the destruction of the Irish people."

Nonsense. Come on, May. This way.

PATRICK: "In every generation, the Irish people have asserted their right

"to national freedom and sovereignty.

"Six times during the past 300 years they have asserted it in arms,

"standing on that fundamental right

"and again asserting it in arms in the face of the world,

"we hereby proclaim the Irish Republic as a sovereign independent state

"and we pledge our lives and the lives of our comrades in arms

"to the cause of its freedom, of its welfare,

"of its exultation among the nations.

"The Irish Republic is entitled to and hereby claims

"the allegiance of every Irish man and Irish woman."

GEORGE: Ingrid?

George,

where have you been?

You shouldn't be here, darling. It's not safe.

Six of our cadet corp have been shot dead by the rebels.

Six.

Why are they doing it?

To free Ireland.

From what?

From British rule.

But we're British. (CHUCKLES)

From us, too, then.

Why on earth did you come, Ingrid?

For you, of course.

Aren't you pleased to see me?

Come here.

We have to get you back to Belfast.

(GUNFIRE)

- (HORSE NEIGHING) - MAN: The Reserves are coming!

They're coming.

Out of the way!

Come on, May, we must get to the Castle.

(CLAMOURING)

(GUNFIRE)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Minnie, are you alone?

Am I alone?

- Yeah, is your ma here? - No, me ma's not here.

- You've to come now. - Why?

Town's gone mad.

The Shinners have shot all the police and you can grab all the swank you want.

- All the swank? - Yeah, swear to God.

We have to go quickly before the Germans arrive.

- The Germans? - Yeah, the Germans.

- I've got Gracie. - So just bring her.

The whole town's at it. Come on, let's go.

(BABY WHIMPERS)

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(GUN COCKING)

That'll do.

Let's look at you.

Look more of a man than any of the lads in here.

We'd better get a move on before the rebels shame us completely.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

- (GLASS SHATTERING) - (LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

FRANCES: Have you no shame?

CORMAC: What do you think you're doing?

It's you lot started it.

You'd risk your life for a hat, but not your own country?

WOMAN: Ah!

CHILDREN: ♪ We're the volunteers

♪ We'll whack the British army

♪ We are the volunteers, we'll whack the British army

Get outta here before ya get hurt, come on.

♪ We are the volunteers, we'll whack the British army ♪

You two, stop, stop!

- What are you doing with them shoes? - FRANCES: They don't even match.

Just having a bit of fun, bit of shopping.

You two are old enough to know better.

Sorry, miss, I have to catch up with them kids, me baby sister's in it.

MAN: Go, go on, go, get out of here now. Run.

Oi! Would you look at that? Put that down.

Says who?

In the name of the Provisional Government, I said put it down.

In the name of me arse, get lost.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GUN FIRES)

He said put it down.

You nearly killed me!

If I wanted to, I would have.

Oh, yeah? Go on then, shoot me then in front of people.

(GUN FIRES)

You did it again, ya bitch, I hope the Brits kill every one of yis!

Yis are wrecking this town, yis bastards!

God help yis!

Frances.

- We have to show them we're serious. - By killing them?

If we have to.

(PIANO PLAYING)

GRETTA: Mrs Hammond.

You're back early, ma'am.

VANESSA: Couples are tedious enough at the best of times,

when one is on one's own, they're unbearable.

Did Mr Hammond say when he would be back?

Haven't you heard?

Heard what?

The Germans have invaded.

I beg your pardon?

And the Shinners have come out to help them

and they're going to murder us all in our beds, or worse, cook says.

Don't talk balderdash, child.

I shall call Mr Hammond. So dramatic.

(GUNFIRE)

We can use the back lanes and cross to the Castle by Richmond Bridge.

WOMAN: The cheek of ya, the dirty cheek of ya!

- MAN: Get back! - How dare you...

- Get back! - WOMAN: ...with a gun in your hand.

How dare you, how dare you...

(SCREAMS)

(CRYING)

MAN: Now look what you made me do, you stupid woman.

- We're not going to the Castle. - Where are we going?

- I'm putting you on a train to Cork. - I'm not going home, Charles.

Just until it's over.

You have to look after yourself, May, and our baby.

- This is our chance to slip away. - It's too dangerous!

- What about your lodgings? - I'm not going back to all of that.

There's my house, Dalkey. It's safely outside the city.

- There won't be any trouble there. - What about Vanessa?

She's not due back till later.

I'll be home before her and I'll put you up in a hotel by the sea.

It'll only be for a few hours, May.

Come on.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

GEORGE: He says he's going to Belfast, he'll take you.

Is that everything?

I can look after you while you build your practice.

No, Ingrid, it's not possible.

Just think about it, George.

We don't have to marry.

Three pounds, that's more than enough when you're headed to Belfast anyway.

DRIVER: Seven pounds for the night that's in it.

I'll be lucky if this place isn't burned to the ground by the time I get back.

GEORGE: Will you take five?

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Some leave. Ordered straight back to the barracks.

If I get me hands on one of the wise bones who's behind this...

I hear 15,000 Boche have landed in Wexford...

I need men for a scratch unit. Who here has seen action before?

You, you, you, and you. Get your kit and follow me.

Around here, check your ammo and your kit.

(GUNFIRE)

ELIZABETH: Jimmy!

Liz.

What are ya doing? You shouldn't be here.

Commander Sean, he's dead.

- Who's in charge? - Dr Lynn.

What are the orders?

Hold the building.

(GUNFIRE)

OFFICER: Fix bayonets!

Stay close to the walls.

Go there, now!

Come on, go.

(GUNFIRE)

Machine gun in!

- (GUNFIRE) - (SHOUTING)

OFFICER: Keep your eye on him.

Ah!

Keep down!

Get up.

Machine gun now!

Stay close to the wall, you're on me, 200 yards away, go!

The wall!

(GUNS FIRING)

Fall back!

You need to take the first staircase on the right,

- second staircase on the left. - Dr Lynn, we need to retreat now.

No, we've been ordered to hold the building.

We're all going to die if we stay here.

- Our deaths will be symbolic. - Symbolic of what? Stupidity?

I vote we retreat.

We must follow our orders

and I'm ordering you both to hold your positions.

MAN: Dr Lynn.

JIMMY: Lads, get the hell out of here.

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

Ah!

(GUNFIRE)

Stay close, get in, get in!

Harry, cover around back.

On me, go, go, go.

Lads, hurry it up.

All the way, go on, all the way up.

Come on.

Get the hell out of here. Move it, go!

Not a word to anyone, you didn't see that.

Move on.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

There they are!

- Come on. - Go.

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(SHOUTING)

All right, we're nearly there.

(GROANING)

I can't go with you, Jimmy, I'll come find you later if I can.

It's war, Lizzy, we can't save everyone.

ELIZABETH: Where are you injured?

Let's get him off the street.

(GRUNTS)

ELIZABETH: Hold on, hold on.

(SCREAMS)

- Get him into the cathedral. - Okay.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

Thank you.

Please state your business, Father.

You're little more than a boy.

I'm a volunteer for Ireland, Father. What's your business with us?

I've been with Archbishop Walsh

and His Grace told me to ask you to stop this madness

before any more harm to people or property occurs.

Okay, follow me.

I'll take you to Mr Connolly and Mr Pearse.

- Sir, papers? - I work here.

(PHONES RINGING)

(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)

I'll find out.

A ring of steel, gentlemen,

which we shall tighten around the heart of this city

until we have crushed this rebellion.

I was looking for Sir Matthew.

- Hammond. - Thank you.

I've been moved downstairs.

I'm sorry I was so late, sir, the cordon.

If the military are in control,

perhaps I might be free to return home, sir?

We're not going anywhere until this is over, Hammond.

Yes, sir, of course.

(PLAYS PIANO)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Gretta, the door.

But it might be the rebels, madam, or the Germans.

I don't think either are the type to ring before entering.

It'll be word from Charles, go.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Can I help you?

Erm, my name is Miss Lacy.

I'm Mr Hammond's secretary. He sent me here.

Very well.

Mrs Hammond.

Miss Lacy.

I'm terribly sorry to impose.

Mr Hammond had to stay at the Castle

and it wasn't safe for me to return to my lodgings,

so he sent me here to keep me safe.

I'm sorry.

I hope that's all right.

It will have to be.

If that's what my husband wants, to keep you safe.

I would have hoped he'd have sent a soldier, but...

Gretta, would you take Miss Lacy upstairs, please?

Thank you.

(BABY WHIMPERING)

Ma, I want to go out and see what's happening.

No, get away from there.

I want to find Uncle Jimmy.

Well, you're not, and that's that.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BABY CRIES)

- Where have you been? - Out.

- What's all this? - What does it look like?

Here, Sadie, I got you and Peter sweets.

PEGGY: Where did you get them, Minnie? And the shoes and hat.

MINNIE: Well, youse took my hat, so I took this.

- From where? - From the shops, everyone's at it.

I don't care what everyone's at. We don't do what everyone does.

MINNIE: You don't understand. PEGGY: Understand what?

MINNIE: It's a revolution.

PEGGY: I don't care what it is, take it off you.

Do you hear me?

- Take it off you, I said. - No!

I'll take it off you then. And the rest, pick it up!

(BABY CRIES)

PETER: Let me in.

Ah, you're only a child, go, go home.

- I know the password, it's "Limerick." - I don't give a curse.

Go away before you get yourself hurt, go.

I've got this.

It's a Parabellum off a Turkish officer me da killed.

Yeah.

Okay, give me that before you get yourself hurt. Come here.

Yes, sir.

Before you get yourself killed.

(MUTTERS)

In.

In!

And report to the kitchen and peel the spuds, okay?

- Yeah. - In, come on.

Jesus Christ absolve you of your sins.

In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Thank you, Father.

Would you lead us in the rosary, Father?

I really should be going.

The Archbishop is expecting me.

It's a great consolation to men who are about to face their death

to have a priest near.

Yes, of course.

I still refuse to believe that she's part of this.

Surely we would have known something, seen something.

Well, perhaps we only see what we want to see.

What have you seen?

Nothing. Nothing, Edward.

There you are.

Mother Mary, take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.

What have we done, Jimmy?

Whatever it is, it's not done yet.

I've got to go to the GPO, Liz.

People need me here.

Go, I'll look for you later.

STEPHEN: Here, get us another whisky round, get us another whisky.

But you know, she's fighting out there, I don't want to go out there.

I don't want to go out there.

I'm drunk as a skunk and I like it.

- I like it! - (LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ALL: To thee we send up our sighs,

mourning and weeping in the valley of tears.

Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us

and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Oh, merciful, oh, loving, oh, sweet Virgin Mary.

OFFICER: Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Platoon, halt.

Company, attention!

Company, stand at ease.

Attention!

(SOLDIERS MARCHING)