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"In requesting a lady to dance,

you stand at the proper distance,

bend the body gracefully,

accompanied by a slight
motion of the right hand in front."

- You look at her with complacence.
- What?

"And then you respectfully
say, 'you will be pleased…'

or 'will you favor me
with the next dance?'"

are you listening to me?

Otherwise, you'll make
a complete arse of it.

The lady is smart enough to know

the dance you're requesting
is a means to an end

and a way of making an introduction
on behalf of someone else.

If she thought you were
asking on your own behalf,

she would, without doubt,
tell you to fuck right off.

Completely, totally sober, yes?

I've been like a kestrel
hovering over a field mouse.

I want this dance, Ben.

And so, go and introduce the
guinness family with amused dignity.

For god's sake.

Mr. Benjamin guinness,
are you looking for me?

Will you be pleased, sir,

or will you favor me,
sir, with this next dance?

Well?

All right.

So, why have you chosen me as
your dance partner, Mr. Guinness?

There are so many women
here, younger and prettier.

Prettiness is opinion.

And what is your opinion of me?

My opinion is that I wish I had a
very large glass of whiskey right now.

You seem quite nervous.

- Not much of a dancer.
- So why do it?

Anyway, Benjamin, as you may know,

I'm a single woman,
and you are a single man.

Look, it might be helpful to point out

that I am rather a leaf
in the wind in all of this.

You are a single man.

- And in the words of Jane Austen…
- who?

"The single man in
possession of a good fortune

must be in want of a wife."

Is that why you asked me to
dance? You are in need of a wife?

First, in truth, I… I'm not in
possession of great fortune.

Your brother's got all the money?

Can we at least move around a bit?

And perhaps you were
instructed by one of those brothers

to approach me as a kind of calling card.

Since your older brother
got married today, I assume

you're here on behalf
of the next brother in line.

Look, when the inevitable happens

and Edward tells me that I
completely fucked this up,

tell him it wasn't my fault.

Tell your brother, from me,
that I am not a name on a list.

I am not in search of a husband.

And the Porter that he brews
in his brewery tastes to me

like bitter, bitter ashes.

Bitter ashes.

Fuck.

Look, I know this is wildly wrong,

and never done, and everyone is staring,

but you look a little lost. I
wondered if I might rescue you.

Of course.

Fuck!

When I looked into her eyes…

I… couldn't help noticing the
two of you on the dance floor,

and I must say, you looked
completely natural to me...

really?

That's odd.

Because Benjamin was just telling
me about a girl he met in London

with reflective eyes,

and with whom he is
apparently falling in love.

Excuse me.

Yes, well, it was out of the blue.

A chambermaid.

Your name is guinness.

That is not who you are.

It is what you are.

Now, you can have all the
chambermaids you want…

- I'm rather busy with the one I have.
- …but you will marry within this room.

Obviously not lady Christine o'Madden,

who is penniless and a lunatic.

I'm a man in love.

However,

if you really want me to fall out of love,

then I suggest the family do
something about my income.

There is no chambermaid, is there?

Four thousand per
annum. That's all I ask.

And a house in Chelsea
for myself and my bride,

who will be chosen within this room,
and who will be very, very suitable.

You are indeed a guinness.

Do we have a deal, aunt Agnes?

Leave it.

Of course there was a plan.
Benjamin was to make the request

so Edward could save
face in case of rejection.

Well, if he has been rejected,

the second-most important
man in Ireland should move on.

No, no. No, no.

He is Edward.

If she refused him, he would
pursue her and this rejection…

If he has chosen Adelaide,
he will pursue her…

Pursue her with all his wit and energy,

possibly forever, until she gives in.

People always want
what they can't have.

Mr. Plunket.

Mrs. Plunket.

I hear you need a carriage.

My wife stumbled in the dance.

I hope you're not hurt, madam.

William, I didn't give our
wedding gift to my brother.

Would you go and make
sure he gets it before we leave?

You may have heard that I was
taken ill on the road to cloonboo.

I did not hear that, madam.

On the road

and in a carriage, I lost a baby.

Will you be needing a carriage
home straightaway, madam?

Nothing in this room is as it seems.

There should be cards
on which there is a list

of who you will fuck
and then move on from.

You have no affection for me.

We came together briefly,

and then we came apart.

And now we both continue on.

Now I can barely stand, let alone dance.

Of all idiotic fucking things,

what I would like most of all now,

and whenever I fall…

Is for someone to hold me.

I've allocated the gift
and arranged the carriage.

Perhaps, Mr. Rafferty,

you will tell the bride and
groom that we've had to leave.

Rafferty! Mr. Rafferty!

Mr. Rafferty!

Come.

I just described you to my
new wife as my foreman.

Which really is a terribly inadequate word

for what you are. You're more of a…

…linchpin.

Protector.

Weapon of control.

He sounds indispensable.

I have a carriage and four to
take you later to St. Anne's park.

What time do you plan to leave?

Is he your timekeeper too?

Well, perhaps now that Mr. Guinness
has a wife to take care of him,

I might be relieved of
the more intimate duties.

Such as deciding his bedtime.

Speaking for myself,

I'm not quite ready for bed yet,

Mr. Rafferty.

- Arrange the carriage for midnight.
- Yes, madam.

And make the lights dim, so bride
and groom can kiss along the way.

Whoop!

So… how goes the rest of the family?

Benjamin is sober.
Edward has been refused.

For now, yes.

On both counts.

Your uncle Henry is horrified

that this sexual dancing
face-to-face is being allowed.

I told him it is the wicked
times that we now live in.

You did?

At least the fenians are
behaving themselves.

What?

What time do you think it'll be acceptable
to leave these pigs to their trough?

We are here for a purpose.

I'm here for a different purpose.

- Wanna know what my purpose is?
- What?

To reconnoiter this building with a
view to someday returning to plant

a bag of fucking
dynamite under their stairs.

My purpose appears to be
on his way to see me now.

I want you two to both fucking
leave. I want you to leave right now.

We... shh!

I want you to both
fucking leave right now,

without any kind of
noise, any kind of fuss.

I was told by your brother
that we have business.

If you do not leave,

I will have Mr. Rafferty escort
you both to a closed window,

which he will throw you both through.

We are here by invitation.

Really?

I thought you didn't wanna make a fuss.

I've been told who you
are. Who the fuck is he?

Her brother.

I understand it is your way,

you people living down in the
docks and ditches of Dublin,

for brother and sister to fuck each other.

- No, don't. Stop!
- Fucking man, fuck!

- Fucking dead man.
- Stop!

I'm gonna buck you up. You're done.

Go and dance.

- I don't dance.
- Go and stand and look awkward, then.

If I see her being led
towards any closed windows,

it'll be a different sort of
fucking dance that breaks out.

- I think your brother should join us.
- This is my fucking wedding!

Your brother's joining us anyway.

Fuck.

You pollute the house of guinness

in front of the whole of society.

We are indeed in front
of the whole of society,

so you will sit down,
you will sip some whiskey,

and you will smoke your cigar,
because here, of all places,

and on this day of all days,
you cannot turn over the tables.

Understand? Before your
marriage is one week old,

the truth about it could be revealed.

The truth, Arthur, and the
future are to be discussed here,

briefly, as a first step.

So… you use my wedding day as a trap.

A trap from which you'll be freed

the second after you
engage with this lady.

Fucking "lady"?!

Who I have discovered to be reasonable

and who is someone we
must deal with sooner or later.

- I have chosen sooner.
- I can't even speak.

Then only listen.

I have no interest in the
destruction of your reputation.

I have suggested a gradual
movement without deadline…

…towards a position of
constructive engagement.

And the house of guinness, as you call it,

would be a place where both
sides of the argument could be put.

And we might move your
people towards a position

where the prospect of a united
and free Ireland would become

inevitable.

And what about you?

Do you think it is also inevitable

that everything our father
stood for gets destroyed?

My opinion is irrelevant, Arthur.

This is business.

Everything you see in this room is
about appearances and propriety.

So you invite a blackmailer to the ball?

It does not suit me to do this.

My fucking best man…

…my own brother…

Does this to me.

Your brother is doing
what is best for you.

Consult your wife. She
is a realistic woman.

Arthur, the election is
just a few months away.

And to win it, you must be unblemished.

Everything is at stake.

And anger makes poor decisions.

Many workers will be
voting for the first time,

including this lady's supporters.

You'll need at least
some of their votes to win.

When you are back
from your honeymoon,

I'd like to put forward a set of proposals

about how best to represent
fenian interests in parliament.

Arthur?

Was that progress?

Shouldn't you be out amongst
your family finding yourself a wife?

Shouldn't a woman of your age
already have found herself a husband?

I'm waiting for someone
to take me seriously.

Who invited the fucking fenians?

I did, uncle Henry.

"Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called
the children of god."

Excuse me!

Sorry, excuse me. I was
just looking for Eliza street.

Where Eliza street meets first Avenue.

Just landed in New York.

I thought with you being
firemen, you'd know the streets.

You Irish?

I am. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I am. I'm from Dublin.

You catholic?

Fuck.

Is a no is beidh do ma, like "what??!"
He's not a drug dealer, aingeal mo mhac

he has friends from the
shankill top of the rock

and he's constantly asking me for a tap

do mháthair bhocht in shock… move it!

God love her, her son did suffer

come next summer she'll
still be paying your strap

two boots to the door tá
muid a no is ag do theach

bainfidh mé an Nike air Max de do mhac

Van and your toaster we're takin' the lot

I need that for work cos it's all that I got

aw fuck, fear bocht stop
that goddamn irishman!

And now he's gurning cos
kneecap are taking all of his stuff…

Stop that papist scum!

Fuck!

Is táimid ag glacadh gafa, ní fótagrafach

atá ag crochadh insan hall a
fuck it, we might take more

come back here!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You! Hey!

Stop!

Get him!

Stick your mouth down onto the
pavement dul de seo ó bhí mé 'mo dhéaga

3cag, pop and drop ya like
jenga stop the papist scum!

Cuairt bheag gairid chuig do
mham haló! Casúr is tairne I 'mo lámh

fíochmhar nuair nach
a bhfuil bhfiacha glan

wait.

Say a prayer to your
papist god, irishman.

Okay, gentlemen! You
have now reached the border.

Permission for entry denied.

Now turn around and
get the fuck out of here!

Go on, get!

Get out of here!

Scumbag bullies!

Get out of here!

- Get out! Back!
- Go on, get out of there!

Go on, scum!

Get out of here!

Them fuckers.

Come on.

You Irish?

You know, since I got off the ship…

The answer to that question

increasingly depends
on who I'm talking to.

Welcome to New York. Come on.

You travel light.

I was obliged to use me
suitcase as a weapon.

Dublin's rough, and…
cork has its moments,

but I was just chased like a hare
by the fucking New York fire brigade.

Yeah, you need to know the rules.

Map of the religions.

See, those men you just encountered,
they're the famous bowery boys.

Start fires and put them out for money.

Or they take your money
so they won't start a fire first.

Fuckers.

Yeah, they hate the Irish,
and they burn catholics.

But these are all things you get used to.
Incorporate them into your daily routine.

If that's going to be my routine, I'll
buy a pair of lighter-weight shoes.

Or buy a gun.

- William.
- All right.

Man here says he's
your cousin from Dublin.

Holy fuck!

It's Byron, the bad boy from ballybuck.

Hey.

Welcome to the revolution, my friend.

I was kinda sure that
those letters you sent to me

were written when you
were drunk because…

They seemed kinda crazy.

Yeah. I drink, but I don't get drunk.

So your business here is real?

My last bottle.

I have ten cases being unloaded in
the battery docks to use as samples.

- Pick 'em up from the quay tomorrow.
- I seen 'em around.

They sell it like medicine for old ladies.

Here, do you have an opener?

- You fucker.
- Sorry.

It's not usually so
lively. I've been running.

Here. Go on, try what's left.

You appear to care what I think.

I hear you have influence

among the Irish community
in this beautiful city.

I taste the bitterness of Ireland.

I should use that in
the advertising posters.

Ha!

And I'm here to tell people it's
more than medicine for old ladies.

- It's an elixir for the soul.
- So what is this stuff to you?

It's actually not beer for me.

It's me blood.

You and I are cousins through me
father. You never met me mother.

I tell you, the guinness family are wild.

And your mother was one.

Yeah.

So am I.

But they're protestants.

They walk a tightrope.

And I swear to god…

The man who signed that
paper signs all the checks.

His brother Arthur will
soon be Dublin's mp.

Edward wants to build Bridges
with the fenians. That's why I'm here.

I told him what my plan
was. I told him who you were.

He still signed it.

Yeah.

So who am I?

They say in New York,
you call the shots for us.

For "us"?

For the fenian brotherhood.

And is that "us" for you too?

'Cause my father died for the cause.

And I am my father's son.

But your reason for being here

is this.

You should know, cousin, that…

The thing the guinness
family is most famous for

is giving money to good causes

on the behalf of the oppressed
and the unjustly used.

So…

You think these dice-rolling
protestants would give money to us?

I think having friends who make good
beer can only ever be a good thing.

What?

This is me making a decision, cousin.

Hey.

- Come here. Catch this.
- What the fuck?

Take it to the battery docks.
You tell a longshoreman,

any bottle with that
label, leave the fuck alone.

You put it on the quay
like it was a sleeping baby.

- Just tell him it was me who said so.
- Aye, captain.

All right.

Also, cousin…

Hey. I'm gonna need somewhere to stay.

You… don't you say thank you?

Yeah. I'm gonna cut you in on the profits.

So it'll be to your benefit.

You go get your horses
out of the rain. I'll help her.

My driver's doing
perfectly well, thank you.

Go. See to the horses.

What the hell are you
doing here this time of night?

Hell?

You use such blasphemy to
the sister of your employer?

Forgive me, madam.

You are forgiven.

The reason the hell I
am here this time of night

is to see my brother Edward,
who is also here this time of night.

Indeed, he is here at
almost any time of night.

As, I imagine, are you.

We are very busy, madam.

Madam?

We are receiving orders
in advance of Christmas.

- Some from new places.
- From america. Yes, I hear.

The sooner this expansion continues,

neither you nor Edward
will ever go home.

Not that either of you have
a home to go to, of course.

Shall I bring your brother down?

And why would you do that?

Anne.

If you fall, I will catch you

and hold you.

You know, Mr. Rafferty,

I'm beginning to suspect you might
actually have compassion in your soul…

Which makes you even more
dangerous than you already are.

Anne? What the
hell… …am I doing here?

My name is guinness.
This is the guinness brewery,

and yet everyone appears
to be astonished to see me.

Did the doctor give you any news?

It is always I that gives
news to the doctor,

telling him of some new
thing I can no longer do.

He has no idea why.

The only good piece of
news he has given me is that,

in spite of my recent miscarriage,

he sees no reason on earth

why I should not be
able to bear another child.

Anne, for god's sakes,
it's almost ten o'clock.

There is something that cannot wait.

When was the last time
you spoke to Arthur?

I've been busy here. He's been
busy with his election campaign.

You've had no involvement
in his campaign whatsoever?

No, I've not. He said he
didn't need or want me.

And thanks to the work of
our representative in New York,

this expansion is taking all my focus.

What's in the envelope?

Proof that he does need you.

Fuck.

In your absence, my husband's brother
has been acting as his running mate.

And it seems that Arthur
and his team have developed

what they think is a very clever
system for rigging the election.

It's a train ticket.

Didn't you want him to get elected to
build Bridges instead of burning them?

The Tory party has secretly
taken over premises on capel street,

supposed to be a printing works.

Whoever casts a postal
ballot in advance of the election

in favor of sir Arthur Edward guinness

is given a used train ticket.

You take your ticket to the printing press,

and a man hidden behind
a wardrobe gives you £5.

That is the brilliant secret strategy
that Arthur has come up with

to help win Dublin for the union.

If this becomes public, the
family's reputation will be destroyed.

It is your fault, Edward. You
should have been with him.

My fault?

I cleared the fucking path.

I stopped the fenians from blowing
his political career out of the water,

but it seems he is perfectly
capable of destroying it himself.

He cannot be left alone, not ever.

I am chained to him.

He… he chained me
to Arthur to stop him

from sinking into his own
fucking pit of arrogance,

but he will drag me down with him.

I will not let it happen.

And where are you going, Eddie?

To find my fucking brother!

Open these gates.

'Tis yourself, Mr. Guinness.

Do you hear that?

That sound?

I'd gamble this whole £5 note

that that's the sound of a brand-new
baby being registered by god.

Right here in the stable
behind the guinness yard,

a new life… for this
miserable, dark fucking world.

And in answer to your
unspoken question,

I do know where your brother is,

but £5 doesn't get you
in the right postal district,

let alone street or street number.

So he's in a private house somewhere.

You've not been responding
to your mail, Mr. Guinness.

I wrote to you when the
election campaign began,

with your brother shouting so
loud about the sins of others.

Silence is getting more
and more expensive.

You've already been
paid for your silence.

Yeah, but this

is like an ongoing,
continuing political situation.

Especially as I'm hearing rumors

about train tickets.

Tell me where my brother is,

and I will address your previous
comment as regards train tickets

when I get into my
office tomorrow morning.

You work Saturdays?

I work every day.

As do I.

9 hope street.

You give the people beer, Mr. Guinness.

I give them babies.

And on Sunday, we rest!

Shit!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Shit.

… fuck.

Fucking hell.

What are you doing? Why're
you here? This is where I go.

I'm here about this.

I'm told that's how it's done. You do
it with tickets instead of writing notes.

Told by who?

I'm half-naked on a doorstep.

If I'm going to sort
your fucking mess out,

I need to know. Told by who?

What mess? What mess
are you talking about?

I was told by people who
have done this before.

They said, "you're doing
what the liberals are doing."

- You really don't need to get involved.
- Arthur, I really do.

I am told by those who know about
these things that I will easily win now.

You fucking perpetual shipwreck!

- You fucking train crash!
- Stop!

- You piece of bedlam!
- Edward!

Chaos fucking chained to me.

I should put those chains
in a fucking furnace.

Shh!

You'll wake the fucking neighbors.

Neighbors?

Yes, neighbors.

Stop playing with that fecking dog!

You must be quiet, you see.

Most people have them.

Two up two down.

No gas. No water.

There's no toilet.

But it's called freedom.

I heard voices. What
on earth is going on?

Okay, so… arty, this
is my brother, Edward.

And, Edward,

this is lord Arthur pelham Clinton,

godson of the leader of the
liberal party, William glad stone.

A friend of a friend rents this place.

We come here when arty…

When arty is in Dublin.

We met at eton.

Very pleased to meet you.

Pleasure.

- Goodness, is it light outside already?
- I believe it is.

It's getting rather late. Or early.

I should be getting back.

Arthur, you get dressed.
I will wait outside.

Shh… shut the fuck up.

Shh.

Shh…

Found him.

And I have never, ever
seen him look happier.

Brother was a runaway

he ran to Amsterdam.

I was nine years old

by the way, please, do not mention
train tickets or wardrobes to my wife.

He called out to me

on that day.

I was walking in the woods.

I didn't realize

when he said goodbye…

We will pour for ourselves, thank you.

He meant goodbye

for good

so,

where did you find him?

- Olivia.
- Playing cards with some gentlemen.

I can speak for myself.

And I can also choose
not to speak at all if I wish.

That is quite right.

He has no obligations,
just as I have no obligations.

I'm just curious as to who
it is he's playing cards with.

Don't be alarmed.

Bluebloods. Lords at the very least.

You play with kings
and queens, not Jacks?

No knaves, my dear. No, no, no.

I went looking for him out
of concern, not curiosity.

Concern? About what?

Look, Edward doesn't understand
the complex nature of modern politics.

Look at him, he's an idealist.

He wants me to be elected
so I can help run the business.

He is concerned I might lose.

Edward, his name is
guinness, and this is Dublin.

Of course he won't lose.

You two are well-matched
in your certainty.

Yes, we are. Very well-matched.

And what you see at this
breakfast table is a very rare thing.

A marriage based on absolute honesty.

You're too busy doing what you're good
at. You two were born for different things.

As the elder brother,
Arthur was born to inherit

and enjoy the company of the
rulers of the empire in London.

As the younger brother, you
were born to work and to earn.

Your ability is in trade.

Perhaps that's why, on our wedding day,
when you asked miss Adelaide guinness,

a lady raised among French
and Spanish nobility to dance,

she was… suddenly otherwise engaged.

Well, I will leave you to your wardrobes

and your train tickets.

What did you say?

Good day, lady Olivia.

Please take whatever that factory
thing was you were wearing with you.

Arthur…

In company, I will always be your rock.

But… now we are alone.

What fucking train tickets?

What fucking wardrobes?

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak

somewhere in this town

see, me and the boys, we don't like it

so we're getting up and going down

hidin' low, lookin' right to left

if you see us comin' I think it's best

to move away do you hear what I say?

From under my breath

tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak

somewhere in the town

tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak

so don't you be around.

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak

somewhere in the town

tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak

so don't you be around

tonight there's gonna be trouble.

I'm gonna find myself in

tonight there's gonna be trouble

so woman stay with a friend