All language subtitles for Rebellion S01 E03

- (GUNFIRE)
- (FOOTSTEPS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GUNFIRE)

OFFICER: Squad-shun!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Order arms!

You didn't fire, Private.

No, sir.

Why not? These men were traitors,
were they not?

Are they not?

SOLDIER: Sir, he's still moving.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUN FIRING)

To the international community of nations
from the General Post Office, Dublin.

For three days, the Irish Republic stood
against the greatest empire in the world.

Dublin is firmly held.

All British attacks repulsed,
but our forces are surrounded.

- (PANTING)
- (DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, hey.

Just a moment, missy.
Where are you going?

Home. I was stuck at
a friend's house at the curfew.

Is that right?

Are you sure about that?

- I am, sir.
- Not lying to me now?

- No, sir.
- No, sir.

Lieutenant!

- LIEUTENANT: What is it, Corporal?
- This one wants to pass.

Anyone in a rebel uniform
who does not offer unconditional surrender

is a legitimate target, Corporal.

But civilians, especially women
and children, we're here to protect them.

Go on.

Are you sure we can trust them?

LIEUTENANT: They're our fellow
countrymen, Corporal.

If we're not protecting them,
then who are we protecting?

If they were good Catholics, Mulcahy,

they would be morally bound to
surrender to the overwhelming odds

in order to prevent useless sacrifice.

But how will we look if we support

a foreign imperial Protestant power
against our own, Your Grace?

For the past 20 years, I've worked
with Mr Redmond and the Irish Party

to see Home Rule achieved in this country,

and for the Catholic Church to be
at the centre of the new parliament.

I'm only suggesting that we keep contact,
to keep the door open.

When I was with him at the post office,
I felt something, Your Grace.

Something powerful, something positive,
something we should be a part of.

They're hooligans, Father Mulcahy,

and I forbid you to have
anything more to do with them.

The most pressing concern

is to preserve the treasures
of Mother Church.

We must see to the safety
of all movable church property.

Yes, Your Grace.

And what of the people?

Our primary duty is to the Church.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

That's all the information
I was able to gather.

- A whole brigade.
- Two regiments.

By God,

we must be beating them if they're
having to call up English brigades,

and Commandant De Valera,

he has covered the city's approach roads.

There's a small company in the Ballsbridge
approach under Lieutenant Malone.

And what about the other routes?

I understand De Valera is reluctant
to risk his men against such odds.

- Miss Kearney?
- Yes.

Type an order. You, follow me.

FRANCES: Yes, sir.

(MORSE TAPER BUZZING)

The world now knows of our stand,
Mr Connolly, sir.

Let's hope the signal
got further than Liverpool.

Looks like Liverpool
have got something for us,

British reinforcements.

A task for you, Jimmy.

I know you've itching for action
and there's been little here as yet.

You're to take the orders
direct to Lieutenant Malone.

Frances here will show you.

What about his commandant?

Let's bypass Mr De Valera and his scruples

and hope that the brigades
don't bypass the one bridge

that he's deigned to fortify.

Peter.

- Uncle Jimmy.
- What the hell are you doing here?

I want to fight for Ireland, too,

but all they'll let me do
is peel potatoes.

It's my brother's boy, Mr Connolly,
I'm going to have to take him home.

It's too dangerous,
and you have your orders.

I'll send him back with the priest later.

In the meantime,

how would you like to be
my own personal messenger?

I'd like it well, sir.
Will I get a uniform?

Well, you can take your uncle's hat,
for he'll not be needing it.

Best lose the jacket, too, if we're to
cross the city, checkpoints everywhere.

(EXPLOSION)

There is no way English capitalists
would destroy their own property.

JIMMY: When it's Irish property, sir,
they'll not give a damn.

Come on, we should hurry.

Look after these for me, yeah?

Look, whatever you do, Peter,

stay in the building,
away from the windows.

- Do exactly what Mr Connolly says.
- Yeah.

- You hear me?
- Yeah.

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

We'll be on to the communion wafer next.

Elizabeth!

In the new Ireland, we won't let
all this religious humbug divide us.

My father says
socialism's the work of the devil.

Sounds like mine.

Well, if poverty is the work of God,
then I'm with the devil.

Is it your father you're running from?

He wants me to marry my cousin.

- You haven't had...
- No!

ELIZABETH: A fine pair,
two escaped brides.

There was someone else.

- And?
- That's why I'm here.

Seems that some things
are more important to him than me.

Maybe some things are more important,

or maybe those things are telling us
this person is not the right person.

Did you have someone else?

It was more I changed.

How?

I began to know my own mind.

Before this,
everything used to frighten me,

but now, in spite of all this,
I'm not so afraid. I...

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm of some use.

MAN: Are you ready?

ELIZABETH: Come on.

Well?

General Lowe thanks you

for your advice regarding the collection
and burial of civilian bodies,

- he'll set a party to it.
- And?

He asked me to relay that your misgivings
regarding their tactics have been noted

and shall be conveyed to General Maxwell
when he arrives.

However?

He's confident that they're commensurate
with the military situation.

And will destroy the city
and our ability to govern it.

I'll have to write to Asquith again.

Sir, perhaps we've done all we can.

We are the representatives
of His Majesty's government.

We cannot abandon our post
until the trouble is passed.

Sir, we haven't slept in three days.
I really should return home.

The answer is no, Hammond.
You may telephone your wife.

Yes, sir.

GRETTA: Yes, she's here, Mr Hammond.

But she can't come to the telephone.

Oh, she's...

Indisposed.

Miss Lacy, she's fine, too.

We're all fine.

Yes, Mr Hammond.

He says to say he apologises once again,
but he's not able to leave the Castle.

And does he apologise
for leaving me locked up

for the whole Easter vacation with her?

He didn't say, ma'am.

- Is she still upstairs?
- Yes, ma'am.

Tell her if she isn't down by lunch,
I will drag her down by the hair myself.

(VOMITING)

Should I tell Mrs Hammond you're sick?

No, thank you, please don't.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SPITS)

(MOANS)

GIRL: Penny, mister, we're starving.

Mister?

HARRY: Things must be bad, the priest
is scarpering with the family jewels.

- Mummy asked me to come to you.
- To come fetch me home?

To ask you to come home.
It's not too late.

Pater believes your truancy is motivated
by mercy rather than menace.

It's not too late with Stephen either.

I'm not coming home, I'm needed here.

Harry, why are you really here?

I swear, Lizzy,
I've learnt my lesson this time...

Christ, look around you,
you should be helping us.

- I don't have any money.
- Anything? I'm desperate.

- Try looting.
- It's a bit common.

(SIGHS)

He said he'd go to Mummy and Daddy.
He knows who they are.

I'm afraid he might cause a scene,
or worse.

- Who?
- The money lender.

INGRID: Elizabeth.

I'll be with you in a moment, Ingrid.

You don't deserve it.

(MEN GROANING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN: Attention.

Private.

I could have you court-martialled.

You should be ashamed
to stand beside these men.

Instead,

they're looking for people
to shift the dead from the streets.

I volunteered you, Private,
since you're not up to real soldiering.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING ORDERS)

Araigh linn, come on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DISTANT GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)

Lieutenant Malone. It's me, Jimmy Mahon.

New orders from headquarters.

- Reynolds.
- Sir.

All the ammo we've got.

Make every bullet count.

Yes, sir.

- Mahon, wasn't it?
- Yeah.

- You a shot?
- Yeah, I can shoot.

- You?
- Frances, I can shoot.

- You a lassie?
- I'm a lassie and I'm a soldier.

All right.

I'll be in the abandoned house
at the top of the street.

You don't open fire
until you see me open fire.

Right, lads.

Everyone into position.

Let's go.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

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

Left, left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Jesus, there's loads of them.

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

- (GUNFIRE)
- It's started!

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

(GROANING)

(GUNFIRE)

- JIMMY: Give me the Mauser.
- Yeah.

(SOLDIERS GROANING)

Ah, if it isn't me old pal,
Georgie Wilson.

- Thought I'd find you here.
- Stand me a drink.

I'm looking for Ingrid, Harry.

Ah, your Belfast ice maiden
with the fiery heart.

Yeah, well, she's come down from Belfast.
I tried to send her home but she ran away.

Disobedient filly.

Try and be serious
for once in your life, can you?

There's a war zone out there.

They're shelling
the hell out of the quays.

Well, perhaps I can
help you in your quest, but...

A glass of porter and a whisky
for my friend, please.

A large one,
and I haven't eaten since yesterday.

And a sandwich.

MAN: I can do you a few slices of ham,
but it'll cost ye.

(LAUGHS)

- Go ahead.
- I went to see Lizzy today,

she's helping in a field hospital.

There was an Ulster girl with her,
pretty young thing.

Think they were shipping her
to a hospital, the Mater.

- I'd better go.
- Toss down.

It'll take you half the day
to get there with the brouhaha

and a fellow can't march
on an empty stomach.

Georgie!

Father, please, come back,
we're desperate, will ya?

Father!

We need food, Father,

the bakeries are all closed,
them that the rebels haven't taken over.

I can offer neither bread nor milk,

but if you have a message for a loved one
involved in the rebellion, I'll take it.

WOMAN: What are you doing
taking those bastards' side?

Aren't they the reason we're starving?

Somebody must look
to their spiritual well-being.

What about ours?

Where was the church
when the poor needed them?

Should be ashamed of yourself.

Father,

I have a message for me son Peter Mahon.

What's the message?

He's only 11. Tell him he's to come home.

I'll take him home myself.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Miss Lacy. You're up at last.

Sorry, Mrs Hammond,
I wasn't feeling very well.

Hmm, Gretta told me.

- It has passed.
- VANESSA: Sherry?

- Oh, I really shouldn't.
- VANESSA: I insist.

You may leave us, Gretta.

You know, Miss Lacy,

your stay might be more pleasant
for us both

if we got to know each other a little.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I suppose you know
people involved in this trouble.

No, why should I?

- It's a small place.
- I don't know anything about it.

You're Irish.

I am, but like you,
I'm a subject of the British king.

And where are your people from?

My family are from Cork, Mrs Hammond.

And what does your father do?

He has a shop.

- How quaint.
- A tailor.

Mine's a Sea Lord. He's at the Admiralty.

And what do you do, Mrs Hammond?

A lady does not do, Miss Lacy.

Drink your sherry.

I can't.

Gretta said you were ill
yesterday morning, too.

I shall have to call a doctor.

- Please don't. It's not necessary.
- You're my guest.

I insist.

(PIANO PLAYING)

ARTHUR: These English Tommies
are welcome to the scrap, if you ask me.

MAN: Sinn Féiners might be
a bunch of bastards.

ARTHUR: They are a bunch of bastards.

I don't like being asked
to fire on them, you know.

The sooner we do this,
the sooner it gets done.

Yeah.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Are you all right, fella?

Where are you going?

We've orders.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

Would you repeat that, please?

- The Second Battalion here.
- I see.

No, no, my captain,
you may not have permission

to re-route via the Baggot Street Bridge,

nor the Leeson Street Bridge
or any other damn bridge.

The British Army will not retreat
in the face of a rabble.

The Sherwood Foresters will come through
at all costs as ordered.

- Yes, Mr Hammond?
- You asked to see me, sir.

Yes, General Maxwell has been
appointed to deal with the situation

by whatever means necessary.

Kindly inform Mr Nathan

that all future communications
with Mr Asquith and the government

must pass through this office.

General,

a list of all the ring leaders, names,
addresses, places of work.

Thank you, Detective Clover.

Good day, Mr Hammond.

What sort of a ragtag mob is this that
thinks they can take on the British Army?

- (GUNFIRE)
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- (BULLETS RICOCHETING)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)

They keep sending them in.

Common man's life
means nothing to these people.

Me own brother's a soldier.

Yet you keep putting them down.

We're all slaves to our masters.

(GUNFIRE)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

- What's that?
- MAN: Pull back!

Remove the dead and wounded.

Jesus Christ, they're playing at war
like it's a game of football.

- (CLATTERING)
- (DOG BARKING)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(GUNFIRE)

- (SCREAMS)
- Got him!

- (GUNFIRE)
- (GRUNTING)

Let them blast away for a bit,
we need to preserve the ammo.

Reinforcements will be here soon.

ALL:
♪ Soldiers are we

♪ Whose lives are pledged to Ireland

♪ Some have gone

♪ From a land beyond the wave

♪ Sworn to be free

♪ No more our ancient sire land

♪ Shall shelter the despot or the slave ♪

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Hey, young fella.

- Yes, sir.
- What age are you?

Fourteen.

Just small for me age, sir.

- We need scouts.
- Yes, sir.

But I'm Commandant Connolly's
personal messenger, sir.

Well, it's him who ordered it,
so I'm sure he won't mind.

We need to see
where the enemy big guns are.

Do you think you can help us out? Come on.

My uncle said to stay here.
To not go near the windows.

Your uncle?

- What's your name?
- Peter.

Peter, come with me.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (MOANING)

Ingrid.

Thank goodness you're safe.

George.

Been looking for you
since you run off on me.

I didn't ask you to.

And you were happy enough
to be rid of me before.

- I'm sorry.
- Three days ago,

I would have followed you
to the ends of the Earth,

but now I'm a nurse.

I feel like God's telling me to do it.

Ingrid, this is no place for you.

Follow me, Ingrid.

You've the law.
And I've patients to see to.

CHILD: Look, it's Da.

- You back already?
- Just wanted to see you.

See you all. Sadie.

(BABY CRYING)

Minnie, give your da a hug, will you?

Sorry if I've been harsh
with you, Minnie, love.

- Something happen, Art?
- No, no. Where's Peter?

Come upstairs and we'll talk.

Come on. Minnie, look after your sisters.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We've been looking for you.

You got the money?

I really must be elsewhere.

I'm not waiting, hurry up.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

- Come in, please, Doctor.
- Thank you.

Just this way. Miss Lacy is upstairs.

She hasn't been feeling very well.

You're back.

There's a flood of refugees
streaming down Mount Street.

Good God.

Ballsbridge is like the Western Front.

Is that shotgun really necessary, Edward?

Food has not been brought
into the city in three days.

I had to pay three times
the market value for those.

People are desperate.

Well, maybe we should be
trying to help them, then.

Maybe we should be getting out, darling.

I telephoned my sister
in Belfast this morning.

They have no trouble up there.

They've got their troublemakers
firmly under control.

You mean the Catholics.

This is my home, Edward.
I will not leave my children.

One of whom is a wastrel
and does not deserve our protection

and the other who ran away
and doesn't desire it.

You leave if you wish,

but I shan't be joining you
in the Black North.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(FLIES BUZZING)

Hey!

Come here!

It's not safe, come here!

Get off the street. Come here!

Hey! Come here, it's not safe.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

He's a child. He's a child.

- He's a child! He's only a child!
- (GUN COCKING)

(WHIMPERING)

You're going to be fine, my love.

You're going to be fine.
You're going to be fine,

you're going to be fine.

- It's all right.
- (GUNFIRE)

Stand clear!

- I think they got a fix on us.
- FRANCES: Well, we'll go down fighting.

Where are the reinforcements?
Where the fuck is De Valera?

MAN: You two, out back.

(GUNFIRE)

FRANCES: Our deaths will be
an inspiration to others.

No, you listen to me.

You can sacrifice yourself
for Gaelic Ireland another day,

but when I'm not with you, you hear me?

(GUNFIRE)

- The basement, let's go.
- No!

I'm not into that blood sacrifice shite,
come on.

(GUNFIRE)

JIMMY: Right.

- MAN: Halt!
- (GUNFIRE)

- Drop 'em!
- Frances, go, go, go.

MAN 1: Drop your guns.

- MAN 2: How many? How many?
- (GUN COCKING)

MAN 1: Two, at least.

(GUNFIRE)

MAN: Use your cover.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (SCREAMS)

You all right, Danny?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

He's running.

Do you hear anything?

JIMMY: Frances!

Frances!

Halt!

(STAMMERING) Drop your weapon.

(GUN CLATTERS)

Turn around.

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

Come on, Frances, come on.

Hang on, hang on.

Jesus!

- (PETER SCREAMING)
- Move!

- He'll make it, won't he?
- Maybe.

Come on, Peter.

- He was hit by a bullet.
- Up here.

- That man, is he dead?
- NURSE: Yes, he is.

Right, we need the table.
Nurse, can you help me?

- Yes, miss.
- Lift him.

- Are you ready?
- Ready.

- Right. Right.
- Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Put him down, put him down.

I need some bandages. I need a clean tray.

- Right away.
- It's gone right through.

(PANTING)

Pack it in. More bandages,
you've got to stop the flow.

- He's losing a lot of blood.
- I need some spirits.

He's going to be all right.

- He's just a boy.
- You sent him out?

NURSE: Press harder.

It's all down his back,
he's lost a lot of blood.

- What's his name?
- Peter.

Peter, are you listening?
We're going to save you.

All right. You've got to fight, okay?

Peter?

Keep... Keep holding, keep holding it.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- Cover me.
- (GUNFIRE)

(BOTH PANTING)

MAN: Down the alley.

- Got them.
- Have you now?

- Fire!
- (GUNFIRE)

- Get into the right.
- Fire! Stop!

Go, go, go! Don't let them get away.

In there.

Up here.

MAN: Up here. Check on the left.

Which way?

They've got to be here.

Check that.

Open the gate.

We're not losing them.

That fellow was only handing out bills,
he was trying to stop the looting.

No, but he must have done something

for the Captain to have told you
to shoot him.

There were others, too.
Kids, 18, 19, they were just bystanders.

And there's no one you can tell?

Who'd listen to me, Peg,
I'm only a private.

I'm not some bloody Trinity pal.

I can't go back.

Well, if you've run away,
they'll come after you.

It's not just that,

it's everything.

And when I saw that dead girl today,

I just kept thinking
that could have been Minnie.

My heart bleeds for you
for what you went through in Turkey.

Look at me.

Precious few days you have with us.

See your own city turned against itself,
your own brother.

Ordered to shoot your own.

But you need to go back.

Lord forgive me,
I don't want to be the one to ask you.

- But you are.
- Yeah, I am.

You need to go back.

Do you know who I'm fighting for any more?

You're fighting for us.

Your family.

You're our king and we're your country.

Art, you're fighting for us.

(SOBS)

I love you, Arthur Mahon.

You're sure the priest
will bring Peter back,

are you?

Yeah, yeah, he promised he would.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

FRANCES: They saw us, we need to hide.

JIMMY: Not so keen to die
for Ireland now, are you?

FRANCES: I'd gladly die for her,

but I'm starting to think
I'm more use to her alive.

Besides, we've been fighting it all wrong.

That's the way we should've been
doing it, back there,

10, 15 of us holding off a whole brigade.

Yeah, now finally you're talking.

I wouldn't want to give those English
sewer rats the pleasure of killing us.

I know somewhere we can go,
should be safe.

Go there, then. I'm going back to the GPO.

Back to the GPO?

My nephew is in there.

The trouble you and your Mr Pearse
have caused.

I'm ashamed, that's what I am.

What are you dressed like?

Sometimes I wonder
if you're my sister's child at all.

Come in and I'll feed you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(CROCKERY CLANKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

It's good of the doctor to come.

You may sit.

He said they'd been working around
the clock because of the rebellion

and it's a relief to know
that your illness

is merely a natural consequence
of your condition.

Three months gone, he reckoned.

It's funny,

I took you for an adventuress,

not a cheap whore.

I beg your pardon.

You're not the first, Miss Lacy.

Is that so?

When Charles was in East Africa,

he grew close to a native,
Mie-Mie or LaLa or some such.

He didn't try to hide it from me.
He told me about her.

I forbore, knowing that he would
grow tired of her, and he did.

At the end of his posting,
he returned to London

and to me

without so much as a backward glance,
and there have been others, too.

Bits of local colour

and I doubt whether I, let alone he,
could remember any of them.

But you are the first to try

a trick like this.

A trick like what, Mrs Hammond?

Getting yourself pregnant.

Oh, I didn't get myself pregnant.

Your husband got me pregnant.

See, Miss Lacy, Charles and I
were unable to have children.

A top Harley Street practitioner
found that the fault lies with the seed,

not the soil.

So I come to the conclusion that
you must have taken other lovers.

There has been only him, Mrs Hammond,
I can assure you of that.

The seed is fine in fertile earth.

It would simply seem that

I have been able to give him
what you have not.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

It's all I had
in the bottom of the larder,

and the few buns
I had the flour left to make,

and black tea.

Go easy now.

You're a terrible woman.

I don't agree with it, you know.

Upsetting people's lives
with these wild ideas.

And it's not just me.

Everyone's against you.

All decent people.

- Come here, I'll give you another drop.
- (MUTTERS)

I carry no arms.
I simply wish to administer to them.

Would you deny a man the opportunity
to die according to his beliefs?

Lieutenant!

Monsignor Mulcahy.

Lieutenant Duffy Lyons,
you know I'm no rebel.

I simply wish to give these men
whom you intend to kill

conditional absolution.

Of course, Monsignor, but I would be
grateful if you convey to them

that we're under orders to kill them
unless they surrender unconditionally.

I will, Stephen, thank you.

Let him through. Now.

- Monsignor, have you seen Elizabeth?
- Open the door.

No.

MURPHY: Father, Father.

Bishop said not to let you go in alone.

Too many confessions
for one priest to hear.

Father Murphy,
I'm delighted you could join me.

I know the Archbishop is most concerned
for the well-being of the rebels.

MURPHY: Glad I could be
of some assistance.

(GUNFIRE)

(EXPLOSIONS)

MAN 1: Yeah, someone's coming.

MAN 2: Ah, look who's back.

MAN 3: I hope he brought some smokes.

How are ya, Father?

- Any news?
- No.

You joined the priesthood, have you?

Yeah.

Through that way, boys.

This can't end well.

We intend to win this, Father,
if I've anything to do with it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Father, you're welcome back.

Did you see the Archbishop?

I had hoped to bring his blessings,
Mr Pearse, but...

I at least have some messages
for your men.

Permission to report, sir.

Let me in, mate.

Reporting for duty.

MAN: Where have you been?

Temporary leave.

ELIZABETH: Jimmy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What happened?

He's dead, isn't he?

(SOBBING)

Oh, my God. Jesus!

Oh, Jesus.

(CRYING) Oh, he's cold, he's cold.

What happened to you, Peter? Oh, my God.

(SOBBING)

What is this?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(EXPLOSION)

PATRICK: And now it begins.

The assault by the English occupier
we knew would come,

but the more fierce it is,

the more we know that we are winning,

be assured all our principle positions
are still intact.

The country, too, is rising in support.

A large body of volunteers
are marching on Dublin from Dundalk.

Panic has been unleashed
amongst the authorities,

especially in the counties
of Dublin and Meath.

Wexford has risen
and a column is marching on Dublin.

So whatever hellfires they rain on us,

we must hold Dublin

until the country forces arrive
to relieve us.

The Irish Republic has already
held out for three full days,

and by international law, we are now
entitled to the status of belligerents

and have earned the right to send
a delegate to the peace conference,

- which will follow the war.
- (EXPLOSION)

So let them drop their shells on us,
because, I tell you again, we are winning.

We have redeemed Dublin from shame
and made her name glorious once again

amongst the great cities of the world.

From our spilt blood,

the phoenix of freedom shall arise,

and our children
and our children's children

will enjoy the happiness and prosperity
which that freedom will bring.

- Know that we have won!
- (EXPLOSIONS)

(AIRCRAFT ENGINE ROARING)

(EXPLOSIONS)