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(CLATTERING)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(COUGHING)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

Well?

What's left of the GPO is an inferno, whole street's been levelled.

(GUNS FIRING DISTANTLY)

- (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS) - (MURMURING)

They know it's over, don't they?

In their hearts.

We need to fight with our brains, as well as our heart.

PATRICK: Well, then it's agreed.

We avoid any more casualties.

Talk to them please, Sean, on all our behalves.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

- Liz, I'm... - No, I don't regret a thing.

PATRICK: And forward march.

(MAN COUGHING)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

MATTHEW: Thank you, yes, I'm grateful to you for informing me.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

- Thank you, Mrs Magee. - PEGGY: You're welcome, sir.

Surrender?

I've taken the liberty of drawing up our resignation letters.

CHARLES: Were we not just doing just as we were instructed?

We were the ones who were doing, or not doing, none the less.

I repeatedly attempted to warn you, Under Secretary,

and Chief Secretary Birrell, to the dangers.

MATTHEW: That will be for an inquiry to establish

the truth of, or otherwise.

Since when were inquiries interested in the truth?

Do the honourable thing, Hammond.

Is it not more honourable, sir, in light of your resignation

that I see to the continued administration of the country?

I've only ever followed orders.

You may go now, Hammond.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(RIFLES CLATTERING)

What are you looking at?

Nothing much.

Oh, we've got a smart alec here!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

MAN: That's what real gun feels like.

(SPITTING)

Unconditional surrender, get used to it.

Hurry up, missy!

Move, move, quicker!

Move it, move!

(ALL CLAMOURING)

Miss, miss, miss,

will you tell me ma, you've seen me and that I'm all right, will ya?

Move it! Will ya, miss?

Do you know him?

No.

Next.

- Name. - Michael Collins.

Carry on.

- Stephen! - Please accompany me.

I insist on my right as a member of the Irish Citizen Army.

I'm the officer, Lizzy, you're the prisoner.

I do the insisting, just move.

So you had no intention of marrying me?

Look, I know, I know things needed to change, Lizzy

but they were going to change anyway.

And you and your friends went and did this, I mean, look at the place,

the city is in ruins.

Lizzy, look at me, I'm talking to you.

- I'm talking to you. - Don't you touch me!

Two years, I was gone for two years and I come back to this.

This is bigger than us, Stephen.

I've been ordered to round up the women and send them home

except the ringleaders and dangerous.

- Well, I'm not going home. - You are.

I'm not.

- I'm not going home, I'm not going home! - You are!

Have you not seen the state of this country?

- Yes! - No, you haven't, you haven't!

- You've got money, I've got money... - I came back to this country!

No!

- You're going. - I'm not.

- You're going home. - No.

Get out!

(DOOR CLOSING)

- The Mahons, ma'am. - (BABY COOING)

Please.

Would you like some more?

You're a saint to feed people in your lovely house when food is so scarce.

Was it my brother that sent you?

His church, Father Mulcahy's at the GPO they said.

He promised to fetch me son, but it's been three days.

In fact we should be getting home in case there's word.

Come on.

Oh, no, please, I couldn't possibly accept anything.

Oh, no, we're not charity.

Me husband's in the army.

Well, he's doing his bit and we're doing ours.

(LOUD CRASH)

- Sylvester! - I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.

Well done.

Doubled in price since yesterday.

Hope they remember all this when all this is done.

One shouldn't let one's left hand know what one's right hand is doing,

or don't you have that line in your Bible?

Thank you very much.

We could do with some full-time help.

We haven't any letters of recommendation with us.

- Minnie, is it? - Yes, ma'am.

Why don't we try?

Sylvester will find you a uniform.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sylvester?

Elizabeth, Elizabeth!

Thank you, Patrick.

GRETTA: Mr Hammond.

Gretta.

- Is it over? - Mmm. It is.

That's a relief.

Has everything been all right?

Well, I expect it was a bit worse in town.

Miss Lacy been comfortable?

Oh, most uncomfortable if you ask me, and she's been sick.

With what?

With what she shouldn't have been doing without a ring on her finger.

Sorry, sir, that's my garrulousness, as Mrs Hammond calls it.

Mrs Hammond?

Yes, sir.

I'll check on our guest first.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Halt.

(COUGHING)

I'm sorry I disobeyed you at City Hall.

Perhaps you chose right.

We've been locked in this foul place all week.

Tell me, what's the news?

We held out the week.

Come.

Come, join us.

Thank you.

CHARLES: I am so sorry.

I had no idea it would last this long, I was desperate to come back.

I tried calling but Vanessa wouldn't come to the telephone.

At least you were safe.

I many times thought that being obliterated

by a shell would have been preferable.

I know, I'm so sorry, she can be...

What, what can I be?

Vee!

What can I be, Charles?

Come to see your whore before your own wife.

MAY: Mrs Hammond please.

- VANESSA: Out! - Vanessa, please.

I want her out of the house this minute.

You seemed lost in your playing.

I don't wish to remain your guest a moment longer than I have to.

- Do you still have feelings for her? - No, Vanessa, no of course not.

Well then, I want her gone.

- Now then, darling, don't be silly... - Don't!

I just think we should sit down, just talk about this calmly.

Nor are we staying in this Godforsaken country

a minute longer than we need to.

CHARLES: I'm now the most senior member of this administration.

VANESSA: No, you're not, Charles, you're resigning.

If this week wasn't enough to destroy your career.

CHARLES: Without me this country would be rudderless.

Sir Matthew begged me to stay on.

If you're the only helmsman this country has, God help it!

I'm very grateful to you, Mrs Hammond, for the board and the doctor.

I don't want your money, what do you take me for?

- Please leave my house! - I'm leaving.

CHARLES: May, May.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Won't you come to bed, Charles?

What does... What does she have that I don't?

Hmm?

Stupid me.

She has a child.

But it's me that's failed you, isn't it?

I haven't given you what you wanted.

Please don't leave me.

I beg you.

I beg you, Charles.

Vanessa, I won't leave you.

Vanessa, Vanessa, listen, listen, listen to me, listen.

I think you should go back home to England

just while I fix things here,

hmm?

Yes, of course, whatever you say.

Sir?

Mr Sylvester said evening brandy, sir.

And you are?

New help, sir. Minnie.

Wasn't aware we were hiring.

I take it you were not involved in this?

I'm firing any of my staff who were.

No, sir, I didn't go near it.

No.

Oh, put it there.

Thank you, now would you pour it please?

- (POURING DRINK) - Three, four, five...

Put it there.

Fine, thank you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ma'am, ma'am?

Father.

MONSIGNOR: I am sorry, Mrs Mahon.

I got there too late.

Peter was shot at the post office.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(PEGGY SOBBING)

Thank you.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

MAN: You can of course apply to the unit commander for leave for the funeral.

My deepest condolences.

(DOOR OPENING)

Come on in and have a cup of tea.

Hello, Nelly.

May.

May.

I'm so happy you're safe.

What are you going to do?

I can't go home.

My father will not have me.

I have to go across the water, there's convents there.

To hell with that.

You're not givin' that child away to the nuns.

And to hell with all them who condemn you, the world is changing.

You still believe a few bullets and bombs are going to change anything for me?

For any woman?

Your mother had to give you up, Frances, it'll be the same for me.

It won't, I'll stand by you.

If they find out I took that document for you, I'll be sent to prison.

That's one solution I suppose.

I've taken care of the document.

What about your friends?

Pearse, the boys.

Should you not stand with them?

What good would I be doing to them in prison?

The battle is fought but the war is just beginning

and I've seen how it's going to be fought.

(MAN COUGHING)

OFFICER: On your feet.

(GROANING)

OFFICER: Name?

Thomas Clarke.

Occupation?

Tobacconist and President of the Irish Republic.

OFFICER: Strip him.

(THOMAS GRUNTING)

Now, what are you, Clarke?

(THOMAS BREATHING HEAVILY)

President...

Of the Irish Republic.

Look at him.

Look at him!

(YELLING) All of you, bastards, look at him.

Your president,

king of the Fenians.

(LAUGHS)

I'll fix that fucker someday.

If they don't fix us first.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

They killed him.

They killed him.

They killed Peter.

- Put your clothes on! - (WOMAN GASPS)

- (LAUGHING) Mr Brophy, I... - The interest has doubled again.

I had to wait till daylight for the banks...

It's Sunday, the banks are closed.

But your daddy owns one.

Any good was he?

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

I don't understand, sir, where are we going?

Richmond Barracks.

But I'm not in the reserves.

General Maxwell has instructed me to prosecute the rebels, I need a junior.

He wants to hold the trials immediately.

Of course, sir, thank you, a great honour.

A heavy honour, Wilson.

Yes, sir. Who's defending?

No one.

Maxwell's insisted on trial by field court martial,

so it might be done as swiftly and silently as possible.

What about due process?

Martial law, Wilson. Military process.

Sylvester, Sylvester?

Where's Sylvester?

- Is my father in? - No, sir.

Bring me some sherry, dry, and a plate of cold cuts,

and a hardboiled egg to his study.

Yes, sir.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DRAWER SLIDING)

Enter.

Sorry, sir, but Mr Sylvester said that's all we have left in the larder.

While mater feeds half of Dublin, her family starves.

I thought charity was meant to begin at home!

Wait!

Come here.

Look at me.

It's you!

The little floozy.

I'm not a floozy, sir, you took advantage.

Please, I need the work.

Me father doesn't want me working in the laundry,

besides now they wouldn't have me back anyway.

I'm desperate to get out of that tenement.

All of us on top of each other, there's no life for me there.

Please, I want to make something of my life, sir.

Don't worry, Kitty, I'll be okay.

But having one's floozy about the place is not really on,

it's better if you skedaddle.

Go on.

Hold on.

I wouldn't like to see you short.

You're a good little girl.

Here.

- Ten pound? - Better than a cheap hat. Eh?

Thank you, sir.

(DOOR CLOSING)

MAN: Company, about turn!

- Mahon. - Sarge?

- Your request for compassionate leave. - Sarge.

It's been refused.

And they want you transferred immediately to the 1st Regiment.

You're shipping out for France straightaway.

Who's taking... What about me son's funeral?

Look, Mahon, if you want to make a run for it, I can look the other way,

tell them I couldn't find you.

No. No, I can't, it's not an option.

Me wife relies on the separation money.

Ah, then good luck.

Papers, please.

(COUGHING)

Can I help you, sir?

Yes, what is all this?

It's a temporary field hospital, sir.

In the Castle?

NURSE: Mmm-hmm.

Military trying to humiliate us.

That's Connolly isn't it, the union leader?

It's a gangrenous wound.

But the doctor says if we operate we can save the foot.

(CONNOLLY COUGHING)

Why save the foot, when you have no intention of saving me?

I'm sure we do intend saving you.

And I am sure you don't.

We're British, Mr Connolly, we abide by the rule of law, we're not savages.

CONNOLLY: Who are you?

CHARLES: Charles Hammond, Assistant Under Secretary.

CONNOLLY: Well, the game has changed,

Mr Assistant Under Secretary.

We you shall see your true colours, now.

How dare you reproach me.

We've done our best to treat you people fairly.

Do you have any idea of the problems that you've caused us?

Mmm? All of us, me personally.

Like I said,

Mr Assistant Under Secretary, true colours.

(CONNOLLY COUGHING)

Half a crown for the water.

You thirsty?

Little rats.

You'll need to get your hands in your pockets though

because you're not getting it for free.

Who's thirsty?

Nobody thirsty here, no, you thirsty?

Half a crown, mate. And if you ain't got half a crown your watch will do.

Thought not.

- All very quiet now, aren't we? - (COIN CLANGING)

Him.

It's your lucky day.

Here you go... Ah-ah-ah.

(SPITTING)

Drink it up now.

Every last bit.

(OBJECT CLANGING)

You dirty little rats!

- (DOOR CLOSING) - (HORSE NEIGHING)

CAPTAIN: Eyes down, no heroics.

Don't be letting on you're anything but a humble volunteer.

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

- Name? - Thomas Clarke.

MAXWELL: Is this man known to be signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Step out!

- Name? - James Mahon.

MAXWELL: Is this man known as signator, plotter, commander

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

No, sir.

COLEMAN: I recognise him, sir.

He's one of Connolly's commanders.

MAXWELL: Thank you, Detective, stand out!

- MAXWELL: Name? - Michael Collins.

MAXWELL: Is this man known as signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

Detective?

He's a nobody, sir.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Stephen?

Stephen?

Stephen!

(CHUCKLES) I heard you were here.

STEPHEN: George.

GEORGE: I'm here for the trials.

We're going to see General Maxwell.

He should be there now in fact.

GEORGE: How are you, Stephen, after...

After what?

Elizabeth, have you seen her?

She's in prison.

Why?

It's her decision.

And close the gate.

(GATE SQUEAKING)

DOLLY: Has Mr Butler returned, Sylvester?

Just, he asked for supper to be brought to his study.

He'll be relieved to know the shops will be reopening tomorrow.

We'll be back to normal soon.

That is a relief, ma'am.

(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)

EDWARD: (SHOUTING) Dolly, come here!

(EXHALES)

Goodness sake, Edward, what's going on?

- My money is gone. - DOLLY: Gone where?

EDWARD: From this desk, robbed, someone has forced their way in and taken it.

You, with your poor people and your charity, one of them did this.

Edward, they were only ever in the kitchen and the hall.

How could they possibly have kno...

That girl, the maid, she saw me doing my accounts, where is she?

She didn't show up today.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm terribly sorry, ma'am, I presumed someone had given her the day off.

- No, I hadn't. - EDWARD: I'm calling the police.

- DOLLY: Oh, Edward, please. - What's her name?

- What's her address? Where does she live? - (BELL CHIMING)

HARRY: Minnie, wasn't it, Mama. EDWARD: Minnie, Minnie what?

DOLLY: The door Sylvester please.

Brunswick Street Police Station, please.

DOLLY: Please calm down.

Edward Butler, yes. I wish to report a crime.

A robbery, Fitzwilliam Square.

Do not touch anything, Harry, either of you.

- Ma'am. - EDWARD: This is a crime scene.

Thank you.

EDWARD: Yes. Hello, thank you.

As soon as possible please.

- Thank you. - They're on their way.

Where are you going?

(EXHALES)

Our daughter is in prison, Edward.

You're going there?

Yes, of course.

I forbid you to go.

She's our daughter no longer.

You speak for yourself, Edward.

But she's still my daughter,

and if she is in trouble I will do whatever I can to help her.

Sylvester.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

There's needs of course we cannot cater for...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr Hammond.

We raided Pearse's school

and we found this in one of the classrooms.

We've been through the employee records

and we have a lead on who took it from the Castle.

Thank you, Detective.

I'll look into it, as soon as time allows.

(BELL RINGING DISTANTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Maxwell, he's prejudged them.

I'm a barrister, George, but I'm also a reservist.

- I must follow orders. - Then why bother with this at all?

What can we do for them, Mr Wiley?

See that these men get as fair a trial as possible under the circumstances.

How? There's no defence, no proper judge, no witnesses.

For the charge of assisting the enemy at time of war to stick,

there still has to be some evidence.

Yes, their own proclamation, our gallant allies in Europe.

Hmm, could refer to the Belgians,

the Serbs or the Finns as much as the Germans.

Stronger evidence is needed.

There's something I want you to do for me, George.

George Wilson.

I expect you know who I am.

I was writing a letter to my mother.

GEORGE: I'm sorry if I interrupted.

I was finished.

GEORGE: Would you like a cigarette?

(SNIFFS)

No, thank you. Why are you here, Mr Wilson?

GEORGE: A courtesy, Mr Pearse.

The senior prosecutor, Mr Wiley, has asked me to inform you

of the charges you and your fellow leaders face.

The charge is of assisting His Majesty's enemies in a time of war.

A capital offence.

That's very kind of him, but please tell Mr Wiley

that I'm in no need of a defence counsel.

In a field court martial you will not be entitled to such.

No matter, I don't intend to defend myself.

And even if I did, I'm a qualified barrister.

Mr Pearse, as prosecuting counsel

it's not Lieutenant Wiley's role, nor mine, to advise you on your defence.

I'm grateful for that.

Just to go back, if for such a charge to be upheld,

you would need evidence?

(CLEARING THROAT)

If no such evidence emerges

then you and your comrades will face the lesser charges of rebellion

and incitement to cause disaffection.

These are not capital offences.

Well, I'm grateful to you, Mr Wilson, and to your Mr Wiley.

(PEARSE CLEARING THROAT)

Would you like me to see that your mother receives your letter?

I'm sure our friends will want to read it when I'm done.

(TRAIN HORN WHISTLING)

What was it you said to Pearse?

Exactly what you told me.

And he writes a postscript to his mother,

asking her to send his thanks and warmest regards

to his good friend, the Kaiser.

What's his game?

He must want to die.

Well, Maxwell is only too delighted to help him with that.

What about the other leaders?

He signed their death warrants too.

(DOOR OPENING)

- (DOOR CLOSING) - MAXWELL: Patrick Henry Pearse,

it is charged that you did take part in an armed rebellion

and in the waging of war against His Majesty the king.

(ALL CLAMOURING)

Cheer up, girls!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Remember, don't let them see your fear. (GROANS)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(ELIZABETH GASPING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(MAY GASPS)

What are you doing here, Charles?

I guess I couldn't stop thinking about you, May.

Did you have something to say to me?

Sorry?

Well, yes, of course. I'm sorry, May.

Vanessa treated you abominably.

What about how you treated me?

Well, I suppose I could have treated you better, yes.

But I have decided I'm not going to resign

and return home to England immediately like Vanessa wants me to.

I'm going it stay here and put things back the way they were,

and I'll fix everything, May.

All these little boxes you put the different parts of your life in,

Charles, they've collapsed.

You can't put them back together again so easily.

I'm serious this time, May.

You and I will have this child together...

(STUTTERING) I have it all worked out.

Even if you could work it out, I'm not prepared to live in one of your boxes.

But why?

Because I don't love you, Charles.

(BREATHING SHARPLY)

ALL: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

- now and at the hour of our death. Amen. - (BABY WAILING)

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Here, Ma.

What's this?

It's for Peter, so he can have a proper funeral.

He won't have to get buried with the paupers.

He'll have a hearse and...

Where did you get it, Min?

(PRAYERS CONTINUES)

Mrs Butler gave it to us.

(PRAYERS CONTINUES)

When she heard.

ALL: Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...

(PRAYERS CONTINUES)

MAXWELL: Such act as calculated to be prejudicial

to the defence of the realm,

and being done with the intension

and for the purpose of assisting the enemy.

Sentenced to death by firing squad.

- COMMANDER: Squad, shun! - (SOLDIERS SHUFFLING)

Ready.

Aim.

- Fire! - (GUNFIRE)

(METAL BANGING)

- OFFICER: 37, Mahon, James. - (METAL BANGING)

112, Fitzgerald, Desmond.

104, Houston, John.

54, Cosgrave, William.

88, Flung Shoulder.

COMMANDER: Squad, shun.

Ready.

(METALLIC BANGING)

- Aim. - (BANGING CONTINUES)

- Fire! - (GUNFIRE)

(LOUD METALLIC BANGING)

(SHOUTING) Ready.

Aim.

- Fire! - (GUNFIRE)

COMMANDER: Ready.

Aim.

- Fire! - (GUNSHOTS)