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Dublin, 1921.

A city at war.

This is the story of men and guns.

Hard men, brave men.

Violent men.

The story of the war between the Black and Tans

and the Irish Republican Army.

It is 1921.

A year of total war.

A year of decision.

Come on, boys.

Leave it. Drop it.

Stop! Stop, I tell you!

All right, mick. You've done your running for the day.

- Well, well. Joe Cullen. - That's right.

That means O'Leary's around here somewhere.

- The girl said they were both in on it. - It was a girl, was it?

Pretty, I'll wager, and eyes blue and innocent.

We'll find her and stop her blabbing for good.

Not you, my lad. You've only got till dawn.

Put him in the lorry.

Hurry up, men. Get him in the lorry.

Please, sir. Please.

Get after him! Head him off this way!

What's your name?

Kerry O'Shea.

Can you identify yourself?

You two, come with me!

- Your parents? - Yes.

This says you're American.

My mother died last year. I brought her back to Ireland to rest beside my father.

You've been here ever since? Rather a long visit, isn't it?

I'm a medical student at the College of Surgeons.

Ah. On Cork Street.

- St. Stephen's Green. - Name of the chancellor?

Maitland. Sir Robert Maitland.

Go on! Get after him!

- Who are you? - She's a friend of the family.

- We found these under the wall, sir. - That'll have been O'Leary.

Oh! Thank you.

It is a small thing to do for Cathleen O'Shea,

whose son once showed Eileen O'Leary a very great kindness.

It'll be the firing squad if they catch him.

Like it was for Joe Cullen this morning.

Hey, Kerry! Where were you off to so early this morning?

Shh. Never mind about that.

Well, a fine roommate you turned out to be.

Why?

Not a friend of mine who isn't talking about

the American lad who struck a blow for the cause yesterday.

Among the brave dead in Glasnevin cemetery.

And who is the last to hear of it? Meself.

For a very good reason. I wasn't striking any blow for any cause.

Well, what was it, then? To make monkeys out of the Black and Tans?

Eileen O'Leary on her knees beside you while her man gets over the wall.

It was just instinct. I didn't have a chance to think.

Ah, because you knew it was right.

Look, let's forget the recruiting speech, huh?

You followed the fine instincts of a true Irishman.

American.

Irish-born of Irish parents.

Paddy, I'm not going to join the organization.

I told you that. I got all the fighting out of my system in France.

What you're saying is that you don't believe in the cause.

Let's just say I don't believe violence ever solved anything.

But my heart's with you.

What'll it take, man, to make you realize that your heart isn't enough?

Ah, it must be a grand thing to be an American,

with your war for independence already won.

Here comes Lenihan.

Now, before resuming the subject of mitral stenosis,

M" Mr. Leonardo da Vinci O'Connor

please remove his latest work of art from the blackboard?

And I'd like to remind Mr. O'Connor and other members of the class

who apply more zeal to their politics than they do to their medical studies

that there's a splendid course in political science being offered at University College

and all are free to transfer there.

Now, as to mitral stenosis...

This, gentlemen, as we learned yesterday,

is an almost stone-like hardening of the leaflets of the mitral valve.

These leaflets, these valve leaflets,

ordinarily are soft and pliable,

permitting a free flow of blood through the area.

When the hardening occurs,

the flow of blood is stemmed.

The surgeon's problem is how to widen the aperture.

Unfortunately, no one has yet devised a satisfactory technique.

However, medicine is looking hopefully toward the researches

of a young man at this college,

a student of natural history

who will undoubtedly find the answer in avid pursuit of what he does best.

Bird-watching.

If you were my surgeon, Mr. O'Shea, and I were on the operating table

with my life in your hands, I would not rest easy,

anesthetic and all, if a pigeon on a windowsill had more of your attention

than my exposed insides.

And now, gentlemen, if we are finally decided why we are in this classroom,

the subject, as you may recall, is mitral stenosis.

A man's nothing, he's nothing unless he believes in something.

- I do believe in something. - What?

"Paddy, tonight I believe in a red-headed girl 5 '4" tall in her bare feet.

And I mustn't keep the poor darlin' waiting.

You're hopeless. Hopeless.

Will you have a drink, your honor?

We'd reports O'Leary was in here.

O'Leary? O'Leary.

The name has a lot of use in Dublin.

Would it be Sean O'Leary you're meaning, or Liam, perhaps?

Maybe the gentleman is searching after Seamus O'Leary,

who had his stable burned down on him

and was left without a roof for his poor old horse.

That's enough of that.

Perhaps you'll do me the honor of having the pint I poured that his lordship refused.

Waste not, want not.

Cheers now. Good luck.

Doesn't that make your blood boil?

Oh, now, Paddy.

Oh, and a man can't enjoy a harmless pint without being spied on.

Hey, you better save your voice.

You got a report to read tomorrow.

And don't wait up for me.

You know, for a man of peace, you devote a great deal of time to the battle of the sexes.

It's merely the study of the human figure. Very important for a doctor.

Mr. O'Shea, has it occurred to you

that when you're a doctor, you may have a male patient or two?

No. But if I do, I'll just turn them over to my good friend, Dr. Patrick Nolan.

I wonder...

I wonder what Terence O'Shea would think to hear his own son talk like this?

And him among the leaders when they captured the hall of records.

And what did he get for it? A bullet in his spine.

No, Paddy, let's just say that one O'Shea is enough for the cause.

Hey! You want us to widen the streets for you?

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Are you crazy, man?

- Get out of it, man. I'm done. - Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

It's Paddy Nolan. He's hurt.

He told me to bring him here.

'Tis one of the boys.

'Tis the nice-looking ones always get hit first.

Well...

One doctor to another?

It's gonna take a surgeon.

Get Lenihan.

Lenihan?

Yeah.

I know where he lives.

I'll go.

Hang on, boy, huh?

Hang on, huh?

On my oath, I swear to fight for the republic.

Careful. Careful, Tracy. That Tan nearly saw you.

Shh. Easy.

No, no. No, no.

- Let me take this one. - Shh. What's keeping them?

- It's a long ways off. - There, how's that for a shoot?

What's all this? What's all this?

- Where's Mary? - She's gone for help.

I want her to stand aside from the troubles.

- And you, too, you old hag. - Shh!

- I told you to stay out of this. - Clancy, the poor lad was hurt.

Don't, Clancy.

Teach you to listen when I tell you something.

With me brother dead for the cause, would you have me turn the lad out?

Suppose the Black and Tans come in? What then?

I always done what you wanted.

You know how I feel about you.

Oh, so you remember.

Hurry now.

Regular fancy dan waiting for you at the hotel.

Lonely he is and spoiling for a touch of feminine companionship.

Sorry about the redhead.

You were a poor student, Paddy Nolan, but a good soldier.

It doesn't matter what your epitaph is when you're dead at 23.

Yes, it does. It does matter.

I'll send a priest and some men by before morning.

The Tans will be coming to your place to ask questions.

- They're probably there now. - Why?

I dropped my textbook. It has my name in it.

Well, you'd better come with me.

We'll keep you at headquarters for a while.

All right. Stop all the fussing. You look grand enough.

Don't come back... ever.

And not a word.

You're keeping no appointment tonight or any other night.

I didn't know what else to do.

With me brother dead for the cause, how else could I look after her?

Find some other way. Others have.

We're fighting to keep Ireland a fit place to live in.

- Everything ready? - Just waiting for the word, Commandant.

And remember, the second the car turns onto the Curra Road,

you make your move, but not until then, hmm?

We've got to get those plans. We've got to find out what they're up to at Dublin Castle.

We'll get them for you, nice and easy.

- Mmm. Dermot? - Sir?

You, uh, you'll go in Paddy Nolan's place. He was killed tonight.

- Are you ready, Jim? - I am that.

Well, get on with it, then. We've lost enough time.

- Corby? - Yes, Commandant?

You, uh, you take Foley with you.

Go to Agnes Madigan's place.

- Paddy's lying there. - What'll we do with him, sir?

Phoenix Park. Arrange for some boys to find him.

Is that how you bury your heroes?

It's no more than he'd expect,

or any of us dead for the cause. We're fighting a war.

When you were fighting your war in France

and a friend fell beside you,

did you stop to shed great tears over him?

Was that why they gave you medals?

If we could, we'd bury him at Glasnevin with Parnell and O'Connell and the rest.

With the flag of the republic draped over his coffin, and flowers,

his favorite hymn being sung,

But... we're underground.

We have to take death as it comes, ugly and friendless.

It's the living we have to think about now.

There are two courses open to you, O'Shea.

One is to join us,

join the organization, help us in our fight.

And the other?

To get you out of Ireland, back to America.

I've done all the killing I intend to do.

O'Leary, our young friend could do with a drink.

He was in it with Paddy tonight.

Was it bad tonight, lad?

All the years gone by,

all the dead,

and how far have we come?

Ah, well.

The day's coming.

O'Shea...

The General would like to see you.

Well, you're Kerry O'Shea, are you?

You're right, Sean. He does look like him at that.

Taller than Terence was, though, wouldn't you say?

But with the same stubborn look around the eyes.

Oh, a stubborn man your father was.

We used to fight like corner boys when we were children,

Though many's the time we fought side by side when we were grown up and...

had something real to fight for.

I've in mind the last time, the day of the raid,

when your father got the bullet that was intended for me.

He'd have bled to death right there on the cold marble floor,

if the commandant here hadn't carried him out.

Slung him over his shoulder, like a fireman

with the bullets whistling around him.

I found him wandering along the canal, General,

in a daze like. He was gabbling to himself,

but I couldn't make out what he was talking about.

- Well, McGrath? - I done what was asked, sir.

I killed her.

I knocked, and...

she opened the door herself.

Lovely, she was.

All dolled up, and her eyes shining.

“Hello, Timmy," says she.

Just like that.

Then I... I felt the gun, going off in me hand,

and I had to shout Joe Cullen's name so she'd know why I was doing it.

She looked so lovely.

Then she fell.

A good man is dead because of her.

Where were you going when Monaghan found you?

Anywhere...

Away...

to get rid of the sight of her.

I done what was asked! That's enough!

Do you want to resign? Is that it?

Are your parents alive, McGrath?

Very well, we accept your resignation.

As long as we know where to send your body.

You swore the oath. You know the rules of the organization.

Once in, never out.

Course, you can always withdraw your resignation.

Would you care to do that, now?

Yes, sir.

These things are not pleasant, but they have to be done.

You see...

we are hopelessly outnumbered.

You've done us a service, O'Shea.

We owe you something in return.

You'll stay here until the commandant

can arrange to get you safely out of Ireland.

If that's what you're wanting.

Remember who you are. Kerry O'Neal, County Cork, farmer.

It's only herself of Fitzhugh castle.

Good morning, Cassidy.

Good morning, Lady Fitzhugh.

Is it to Dublin you're headed this fine day?

I have not missed the rose show at Dublin Castle for 30 years, Cassidy.

I should think you would know that by now.

Oh, the rose show, is it? Then you'll be seeing a more fragrant aspect of the city

than a farmer gone there to buy a calf.

A pleasant journey, to your ladyship,

and it's a prize I hope you'll be bringing back.

The grand prize, if I am any judge, Cassidy,

Or if the judge is any judge.

Sean, you made good time.

Chris Noonan, Kerry O'Shea.

Oh, yes. Yes, headquarters told us to expect another calf.

- He looks a good one. - He's for the boat.

Unload the truck.

Hi, Tom.

Right, Willie.

Willie, I don't think the commandant will like what he finds in there.

Noonan will look after you till the boat comes.

Well, I don't know when that will be exactly, O'Shea.

The boat's a hit-or-miss affair.

Of course, it's hard to keep to a regular time-table in our line of work.

Get out.

I'll tidy up a minute, if you don't mind.

Help the others with the truck.

Is it a squad you're commanding here, Chris Noonan,

or the club for the gang of corner boys?

Ah, sure. Sure, there's no harm in Kitty, Sean.

May I remind you you're all on the run?

Every man here rates a firing squad the minute he's caught.

Well, I usually find, Sean,

it's that sort of a man who's most in need of a woman's company.

Her kind?

And what kind would you suggest for the poor boys, Commandant?

Is it those ladies from the organization

that pour tea and make speeches you'd be wishing on them?

They've taken the oath.

- They can be trusted. - Trust them you can.

I trust my own darling brother with any of those skinny frumps

down a dark lane and no moon.

I've taken no oath, but it's better than tea and three cheers.

Kitty Brady will be giving for any brave boy who has,

and what has the commandant to say about that?

I'm warning you...

keep away from here.

Is it another one, then?

With hardly a trace of fuzz on his cheek and marked for an early grave?

If you're lonely in Ardfalla, the boys will tell you the way to Donovan's pub.

Well, I'm afraid I don't qualify for your kind offer.

- And why not? - I haven't taken the oath.

Well, perhaps for you,

I could find some personal reason.

Cassidy's taking me back to Dublin.

I'm operating this afternoon. Sorry you'll have to miss it.

When you get back to America, keep on with your studies.

You'll make a doctor one day, a good one.

Uh, about my father.

This may be a little late, but thanks.

You know I've worked for a year under that man and I still can't figure him out?

Yes, he's a deep one, all right, our commandant.

Well, I mean, saving life on the one hand, having to kill on the other.

Must be hard for the man himself to know what he is sometimes.

- Hello, lads. - Hello.

Well, the, uh, the lean and hungry look is Willie Lafferty.

Mike O'Callaghan's our young Marconi.

I think you've met O'Brien, Terence O'Brien.

Leaving Tommy Connor, on guard duty.

I generally give him the day shift, because, uh...

Well, his mother thinks he ought to be tucked up in bed by dark.

Now, let's see where we can settle you, O'Shea.

I think you can bed down over here in this corner, couldn't you?

You'd be resting on a brave man's pillow,

so you will.

Aye, Johnny McCartin won't be needing it now.

Well, I hope you're big enough to fill Johnny's boots.

I'm afraid I won't get a chance to try.

He doesn't belong to the organization. He's only here till the boat comes.

Why is that, now?

He looks like a fighting man.

Or is that just on the outside?

- That's enough, O'Brien. - No, no. It's all right.

Let him talk.

Well, I'm just thinking... I'm just thinking,

needing men the way we do,

this fella looks strong enough to carry a rifle.

Or is he afraid he'll leave an empty bed behind the way Johnny did?

- Oh, leave him alone, man. - He must have his reasons.

His what?

- His reasons. - Oh, reasons.

Oh, he has his reasons, all right.

And I believe we'd see those reasons if he took his shirt off

and showed us where his spine used to be.

I think you've said enough now.

Listen to him now, huh?

Just now he was looking like a fighting man, and now he's talking like one.

Ah, but I'm thinking...

When it comes right down to it,

it wouldn't take much more

than a... Well, than a breath of wind to blow him over.

Just a little...

Little breath of wind, huh?

To blow you over, huh?

When that boat comes,

I'll be on it.

♪ Eileen Oge ♪

♪ There's good fish In the say ♪

♪ But there's none of them ♪

♪ Like the pride of Petravore ♪

- Do you mind company? - No.

I wouldn't let O'Brien get you down.

Do you think I'm running out?

No, not at all. Why should I?

After all, it's not your fight, is it?

Besides, as far as you're concerned, by tomorrow night it'll all be ancient history.

Old Doyle will come puffing over from the lighthouse,

and that'll mean your boat's just rounding into the cove.

It's a beautiful spot,

just across the hills there.

I go there meself sometimes whenever I can, do a bit of work,

just to keep me hand in in case the killing should ever end.

- What is your work? - Slim volumes of sensitive verse.

- You're a poet? - Oh, worse than that.

They're in Gaelic. Highly satisfying,

but of course, completely unprofitable.

Hmm. You look startled.

Well, you... you don't exactly expect to find a poet with a rifle.

No. Well, patriotism taps at all sorts of doors, O'Shea.

It must have been a bit of a shock for the enemy, too.

I mean, who could imagine

the odd grubby fellow in the attic over Molesworth Street

looking for internal rhyme, in Gaelic, too, mind you...

Could be the same dirty rebel who led the ambush at Bray?

And a few more before that.

Unfortunately, my twin personality was brought to their attention,

and here I am...

On the run.

Oh, it's not a bad sort of life, really.

I've even come to be something of a farmer.

Chris!

Chris Noonan!

You're wanted inside.

O'Sullivan's after breaking out of Dublin Castle.

- What, Liam O'Sullivan? - Yeah.

- Are you sure? - It's coming through now.

Here, you take over, Willie.

Liam O'Sullivan, is it?

Mind you, the English will be hot on his heels and no mistake.

Well, not too hot, I hope.

- Because he's heading this way. - Is he all right, do you know, Tommy?

- Is he in good health? - Didn't say.

He was spotted when he let himself down the wall.

They lost him in the crowd visiting for the rose show.

Ah, 'tis a famous shipmate you'll be having. One of the leaders.

Well, lads, it's done. Lady Fitzhugh's bringing back the grand prize.

Lady Fitzhugh?

All sorts of doors, O'Shea.

Now, boys, tomorrow,

when the village bell strikes twelve noon,

Lady Fitzhugh will drive up to Donovan's pub

and ask directions for the road to the beach.

Now, it just happens we're headed for a dip ourselves

and we go along with her to show her the way.

We detour into the woods of Kilmacolm,

and Liam O'Sullivan steps out of the boot of her Rolls-Royce

into the more plebian vehicle of one Tom Cassidy,

and Lady Fitzhugh purrs her happy way to the Irish Sea.

Bless her darling old soul.

Quality, she is. Real quality.

No weapons.

No, we're all just standing at the bar,

- drinking like villagers. - No weapons?

Now, what kind of an order is that?

Just in case anything slips up.

We don't reveal there's a squad in the neighborhood.

He wired again, Chris.

The commandant to you.

He wants an answer.

Sullivan's hurt. Chest wound. Lenehan's patching him up.

It'll be a rough journey. He'll need attention straightaway.

O'Shea, if you say no,

there's not a man here who'll hold it against you. I promise you that.

Tell him I'll go.

Well, anyway, you're different from the rest.

How?

Well, a whole day gone by and me looking for you to show up,

or didn't you notice me?

- Yeah, I noticed you, Kitty. - Did you now? Well, that's better.

They say you were studying for a doctor.

You've the kind of hands to bring comfort to a body

and make them forget their pain.

Well, some of my teachers didn't have quite your perception.

Perhaps you'd like to try out your learning sometime.

If a poor girl needed your help,

a girl with a deep pain in her chest, say,

and in real need of care.

- Is there something in the wind? - Shh.

She's a clever old girl. She'll give them a run for their money all right.

Must you occupy the entire street, Captain?

I'm sorry, Lady Fitzhugh. I must search your car. Orders.

Whose orders, may I ask?

Dublin Castle, ma'am.

Every southbound car. Sergeant?

Dublin Castle, indeed.

General French will hear from me about this.

I'm sorry, Lady Fitzhugh.

Do you want to look in the glove compartment for concealed weapons?

I don't think that'll be necessary.

Hurry it up, Sergeant.

This is locked, sir.

Have you the key to the boot, Lady Fitzhugh?

- No, I'm afraid I have not. - Where is it, then?

I have not the slightest idea.

Would you like to accompany me home? It may be there,

and if it is not at home,

we can telephone the Rolls-Royce people in Dublin

and have them send one out.

I'm sure General French would give one of his dispatch riders to them,

if he knew it was for me.

I think we can forget it, Lady Fitzhugh.

Sir!

Stand back!

Get him out of there.

You're mixed up in a bad business, ma'am.

- Johnson. - Sir!

Move over.

Dublin Castle.

Sergeant.

Stand up. Sergeant.

Still working with Cassidy?

I... I am indeed, sir.

Learn something from him.

- Stay out of politics. - Indeed, sir.

On your feet.

Captain.

Don't you want to search me, Captain?

You're not hiding a thing, miss.

Hold it there!

British army issue. Where'd you get it?

Do you know Lady Fitzhugh?

Or the late occupant of her luggage compartment, huh?

Take him to the barracks.

Get a move on.

Well, why not?

Why not?

Better him than me.

He wasn't even one of us.

Give us another drink, will you?

How many men in your squad?

Where are they hiding?

What's the name of your leader?

Where were you taking Liam O'Sullivan?

Revive him. He'll talk.

Is it running all right?

Two months in the wood hasn't harmed her a bit.

- Purring like a kitten, she is. - Oh, fine.

Cassidy, O'Brien,

see to it that this place is stripped clean.

Not one sign left that we've ever been here.

Everything goes to the lighthouse.

After what happened today, the Tans will be turning Ardfallen upside down.

Here you are, sir.

I only hope we can get O'Shea out before they break him.

Oh, he'll not break, Sean.

Chris, we are not dealing with British regulars.

We're dealing with Tans.

And, need I remind you,

O'Shea knows more than any man in your squad.

He's been to the hideout in Dublin.

He's talked to the General.

Well, I still say he can take anything they have to offer him.

You believe that much in him, do you?

And do you not, Sean?

Can't afford to.

All right, let's get started.

- Evening, corporal. - Evening, sir.

Captain Healey, headquarters battalion,

here to take the prisoner to Dublin Castle.

That's all right, sir. We had word you was coming.

We've come for the prisoner.

Right, sir.

Prisoner. Quick.

It wasn't me. I swear it wasn't.

His name.

Smithson. Colonel Smithson.

Colonel Smithson.

That's for standing by and watching it happen.

Chris.

Set him on the table for a moment, Chris.

All right, far enough.

All of you inside fast. Fast.

From Dublin Castle to pick up the prisoner.

- Your men just got here, sir. - What?

In the lorry, sir.

- You bloody idiot. Open that gate. - Right, sir.

Duck!

I'm sorry, Kerry, but I've got to ask you. A great many lives depend on it.

Did you tell them anything?

Are you sure? Nothing at all?

Well, we've got his name, the man who did it,

and we'll pay him back for you 10,000 times over.

You were right, Chris.

I should have known.

Get the truck, Cassidy.

I'll be going back to Dublin as soon as I get O'Shea patched up.

Right, Commandant.

Commandant!

- What is it? - Boat's coming in.

Right, Doyle.

Bring my kit.

Over there.

Some whiskey, Chris.

Thank you.

Here, Kerry lad.

Commandant? Commandant.

It's Doyle.

See what he wants.

It's getting to be a habit of yours, helping the O'Sheas.

For the last time, the boat's waiting.

I'm not going.

You need men, don't you?

You know what that means?

The oath.

Once in, never out.

You'll see blood flow.

I can taste my own right now.

It's the boat, Sean.

Tide only gives them a few minutes.

The captain's worried.

Tell him no passengers.

It's not too much for you, huh?

Oh, no. No, I'm fine.

- It's not a very busy thoroughfare, this. - Of course.

That's its principal charm for us.

Oh, once a year or so, somebody strolls this way.

A pair of lovers, perhaps.

A poet in search of a rhyme.

The rest of the time it belongs to the gulls.

Chris,

when am I gonna be needed?

Ah, now listen, you've only been a week.

You mustn't start trying to run before your legs can carry you.

Well, the thoroughfare's getting a little busier.

Tommy Connor told me you were here.

- Ah. And who told you about the lighthouse? - Cassidy sent me.

- Why didn't he come himself? - He's being watched.

Like every man in Ardfallen.

The Tans are raking the whole county looking for the men Lady Fitzhugh was to meet.

They're offering a reward for your names.

Yes, well, rewards were offered before and nobody talked.

They might this time, Cassidy says.

Well, why this time?

The Tans are saying that unless you're all turned in,

they'll take a hostage from every village.

That sounds like Colonel Smithson, all right.

I better get word to Lenihan at once.

Will you look at what the murdering scum have done to you now?

From the moment they took you,

I never stopped thinking about you.

Praying that you wouldn't know too much pain.

- I thought about you too, Kitty. - About me?

Mmm-hmm. When I thought I couldn't stand it anymore,

I knew I had to get my mind on something else

or tell them what they wanted to know,

so I tried to think of something beautiful,

- and I thought about you. - Well, you... You don't have to say that,

- if it isn't true. - But it is true.

It could have been anyone.

It's just that I was the last woman you happened to see.

Well, whatever it was, Kitty, I'm very grateful.

The court has no taste

for imposing a prison sentence on a woman of the defendant's

age and position.

A woman, too, who bears a title

which has been a symbol of all that is fine in Irish life

since the days of the Norman conqueror.

But the defendant's refusal to cooperate

leaves me no alternative.

Far from expressing regret

for her action, she has boasted,

both of her membership of a seditious group

and of her attempt to spirit the man Liam O'Sullivan,

an avowed rebel, out of Ireland.

Yes, that is quite accurate.

It has been brought to my notice that your ladyship has refused food

from the day of your arrest,

in an effort to focus attention on what you insist on calling.

Ireland's fight for freedom.

May I suggest that a hunger strike

in a person of your years is a needlessly rash undertaking.

The Crown, I assure you, will not be intimidated by the gesture.

I will have my next meal.

In my home, Fitzhugh castle.

Before I pass sentence, has the prisoner anything to say?

Yes. Indeed I have.

What is an English judge doing in an Irish court?

The sentence is two years' imprisonment in Mountjoy Jail.

It was something to see,

that wonderful old lady with a spine like a ramrod,

willing to die for her beliefs.

But the General isn't going to let her die.

Lady Fitzhugh's next meal is going to be in her home,

Fitzhugh castle, where she belongs.

You mean we're going to take her out of Mountjoy?

Oh, O'Brien, if you weren't such a superb man in a fight,

I'd have you committed.

We could as easily raid the Bank of England itself.

Well, how then, Sean?

An idea given to us by our good friend, Colonel Smithson.

A hostage to be returned

when Lady Fitzhugh is released.

That's a grand idea.

Now, would you consider... Would you consider

the daughter of Sir Arnold Fielding a fair exchange?

- The advisor to the military governor? - Aye.

That's big game.

Oh, they'd sit up and bark like they're bulldogs

if we got our hands on an English rose like that.

Ah. Well, I wish I could come with you, my dear.

But I'm afraid the Prime Minister wouldn't understand about your filly,

and he is waiting for my report.

Well, I'll put a pound on Brian's Daughter for you.

That'll have you there in spirit, at any rate.

Good luck.

Good bye, Father.

Makes me happy to see you getting on again, Jennifer,

enjoying yourself.

Sorry to put you to all this trouble, Captain Flemming.

Trouble, ma'am?

I'm sure the army has more important duties for its officers.

I can't think of any, ma'am.

Right you are, sir.

Giddup. Giddup there.

Sorry, sir. The donkey has the right of way.

Don't do anything foolish, Captain. Over.

I'll do anything you say. Just let Mrs. Curtis go.

I'm sorry, Captain. It happens to be Mrs. Curtis we want.

Roadblock ahead.

I hope we understand each other, Captain.

Oh, it's you, Captain. I won't keep you long, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Anything wrong with Ernie?

Had the night off.

High as a kite.

So was I.

We'll be missing the first race at this rate, Captain.

Would you mind, Sergeant?

- We're in rather a hurry. - I quite understand, sir.

All right, let Captain Flemming through.

Ernie's been up to his tricks again.

The Captain's got a driver from the 28th.

28th? That's funny.

- What's so funny about it? - Well, the whole lot pulled out last month.

India. Must've left one bloke behind.

Blimey.

Hey, there, stop that car!

Aim low. Aim for their tires.

Stem the bleeding.

Get out.

You can make your way back to Dublin from here.

And tell Sir Arnold,

the day Lady Fitzhugh is returned to her home for good,

he'll see his daughter again.

Have you men no feelings?

Can't you see Mrs. Curtis needs medical attention?

Now, there's no need to worry, me lad.

She'll have the best surgeon in the college tending to her.

Give your tongue a rest.

Why don't you give him my address, too?

You've just cost the Captain his life.

Cassidy, get the truck.

Must have been a ricochet.

Half an inch higher, and it might've pierced the jugular vein.

- Hit the clavicle? - No.

I appear to have been lucky.

This is going to be painful.

The only thing we have to offer in the way of an anesthetic is some whiskey.

I don't believe Lady Fitzhugh was bargaining for her comfort.

As you wish.

I think you'd better hold on, Mrs. Curtis.

There, that should do it.

Clean dressing every day

and watch out for any signs of infection.

I suppose this makes you both feel like doctors again,

instead of murderers.

Well? How is she?

Oh... She'll be fine.

By the holy, they're burning up the airwaves tonight.

Turning the city upside down, they are, for our guest.

It's a bad day for herself all 'round.

Her horse got beaten by a length.

What's troubling you, Kerry?

The captain?

Shooting your enemy on a battlefield is one thing,

but an unarmed man on a peaceful hillside.

It was his life or mine.

Yeah, but we were gonna execute him.

What would you have me do?

Send him back to Dublin knowing what he knew?

How long do you think it would've been before they were pounding on the doors

of the College of Surgeons?

Oh, Kerry...

in time, you'll come to believe as we do.

We're not fighting faces.

We're fighting uniforms. Row after row.

Standing between Ireland and freedom. Remember that.

And forget pity and mercy.

Those are peacetime words.

Used to soften and weaken us.

I don't think any war is worth winning if you forget mercy and pity.

It's curious.

Seeing you staring out over the quiet water,

the turmoil within you.

It could be 30 years ago, and young Terence O'Shea standing there instead.

You're that much like him.

Oh, I don't mean the way you look or the words you speak,

but what's inside you.

Killing didn't come easy to him, either.

Even for the cause.

But when the time came and it had to be done,

his gun fired faster than mine.

Kerry, you're every bit the man your father was. We need you.

Step into his place.

Stand by my side, till we've won.

Well, gentlemen, it all comes down to these two scraps of paper.

A letter from the rebels, demanding a prisoner exchange,

and from the doctors, at Mountjoy Jail,

a report that Lady Fitzhugh continues to refuse nourishment,

and will probably live no more than a fortnight.

Why not send the old girl home, sir?

Surely if we keep an eye on her,

she can't do us any more harm.

Except that it makes us look like idiots.

If you want my opinion...

- If I may, General. - Yes, of course.

I want it clearly understood that I am only here as a representative of the Crown.

- Not as a father. - Thank you, Sir Arnold.

It seems to me that if we knuckle under now,

It's a dreadful loss of face for England.

I'm not sure that that would be quite as bad as the drubbing

- that our prestige is taking. - Prestige.

Do you wish to elaborate on that exclamation, Colonel Smithson?

What do you think happens to our prestige

if we let ourselves be beaten by a senile old woman

and a pack of cutthroats?

My men were sent to Ireland to do a job.

We took over what was left of the Royal Irish Constabulary

and made it into a force to be reckoned with, the Black and Tans.

I grant you we're not all graduates of Sandhurst

and members of fashionable regiments as you gentlemen are.

I have a job of work to do,

and I'm going to do it, my way.

Most eloquent, Colonel Smithson,

but the point of the discussion seems to have escaped you.

What we're looking for is a way to return Mrs. Curtis to her father.

I'll find your daughter, Sir Arnold,

if I have to burn every house in Ireland to the ground.

It's the only language these people understand.

- Beg pardon, sir. - Yes, what is it?

Telephone for Colonel Smithson.

Oh, not now. I'll take it later.

But it's important, sir.

They've found Captain Flemming.

There's a bare chance he might live.

He's lost a great deal of blood.

- I must talk to him. - He's very weak, Colonel.

He's also a soldier.

Captain Flemming.

Captain Flemming.

Who shot you?

We've got to find out.

So you see, gentlemen, what appeared to be a routine appendectomy

turned into something a lot more complicated.

But you may profit by what happened here today.

Whenever you operate, keep an open mind.

Always be prepared for the unexpected.

And make certain that your patient doesn't recover from your surgery

only to die of a condition you overlooked.

Which of you is Sean Lenihan?

Nurse, advise the officer, this is not a public house.

Every minute he and his men remain in this operating theater,

the patient runs a risk of fatal infection.

Captain, you'll have to wait In the corridor.

As long as there's no other exit.

As I was saying, gentlemen,

in surgery, as in many another walk of life,

one must always be prepared for the unexpected.

Just a minute.

Remove your mask.

Now, then, gentlemen, Sean Lenihan.

Remove your masks!

Summers.

All right, sir.

This way, sir.

The ambulance is waiting.

You two, second floor. Every room. This floor, work your way back.

Summers, come with me.

Well, Sean, looks as if you'll have to stay here

in the dark for a while.

Along with the rest of the moles.

Well, it had to come one day.

Now, what about our plan for Colonel Smithson?

He's an elusive man, our colonel, but I think we've got him this time.

Ashtown Dock, the 10th.

He'll be there to see Lord Crandall off to England.

Mmm-hmm. I'll come out of the dark for that.

And with Smithson

out of the way, perhaps we can all walk in the Dublin sunshine again for good.

What makes you say that?

There's great news, Sean.

Peace feelers from Number 10 Downing Street.

They're talking treaty.

What kind of treaty?

Peace with honor.

A republic.

A free state. Dominion status.

Is that what we've been fighting for?

Sean, both sides

must bend a little.

We'll be ruling ourselves at last after 700 years.

But still tied to England's apron strings.

That's not peace. That's surrender.

It's a start. The republic will come later.

I warn you, five out of ten men in the republican army

will spit at peace on those terms.

If you sign that treaty, it'll be Irishman against Irishman.

Civil war bloodier than this one.

And where would you stand, Sean?

Damn well you know.

We've fought shoulder to shoulder for so long.

Wouldn't like us to end up pointing guns at each other.

Then don't settle for anything less than a republic.

Why do you think they come crawling to you with their peace feelers?

Not because of the mass meetings, the pamphlets, or the poets crying aloud

about the Black and Tan tyranny

and Ireland's suffering. No.

Because we've got them on the run.

We're beating them at their own game with the rifle and the revolver and the bomb

and the crackling of the flames.

The only thing to do about any war is to end it

with dignity and honor.

It'll be a fair treaty.

A general amnesty, freedom for all political prisoners, our own parliament.

What good is a republic if there's no one left to enjoy it?

How much longer can we wade through the blood of our own countrymen?

To the last man, we said.

Now, you think of that when you pick up your pen.

Good morning.

Well, how you feeling today? Any pain?

If you're asking as a doctor, no pain.

Good. Let's have a look at it.

I can manage that myself now, thank you.

Oh, that's a good sign.

You sound very cheerful this morning.

Did you shoot another British soldier?

Hmm, that's coming along fine.

I think we'll just leave this on for today, and tomorrow you can do without a bandage.

Little fresh air will do it more good than anything.

Perhaps you can arrange to have some sent in.

Perhaps.

By the way, was Captain Flemming anything special to you?

Not until you killed him.

You might like to know that he's alive.

He's in a hospital in Bray.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Fortunately, I'm not the crack shot I thought I was.

Why did you say fortunately?

This might surprise you, Mrs. Curtis, but...

I don't exactly enjoy killing people.

You trying to convince me that you're civilized human beings after all?

Just because a man's a rebel, that doesn't make him a savage.

Afraid I have good reason to believe otherwise.

My husband wasn't quite as lucky as Captain Flemming.

Yes, I...

I heard about that. I'm sorry.

But how generous of you to extend your sympathy to the enemy.

And it isn't too much to hope that you'll be sorry for me as well.

For you?

I've no illusions about what would happen to me if Lady Fitzhugh were to die.

Tell me, how is it done in the rebel army?

Do I face six brave soldiers with rifles?

Or do you draw straws

and let one man do the job and conserve precious ammunition?

You're just being held here as an exchange hostage.

If Lady Fitzhugh were to die, you'd be released immediately to your father.

Do you expect me to believe that?

Why not?

Because I've seen your commandant

and the look in his eyes.

You won't be harmed.

You're a soldier.

You'll do as he tells you.

You have my promise.

Why should you promise me anything?

Maybe it's because I'm just not a good enough soldier.

Any news yet?

No, not a whisper.

What are they waiting for?

You seem to be rather anxious to get rid of our prisoner.

I don't like to see anybody cooped up like an animal.

No, especially a raven-haired beauty like that one, I'm thinking.

Don't be an idiot.

It's a lunatic way of fighting a war.

Up in Dublin, a silver-haired old lady

wasting away in a martyr's cell.

And here we keep a girl whose only crime is that she's the daughter of an important man.

Oh, it's lunatic.

Tell me something, Chris.

Yes, what is it?

If Lady Fitzhugh dies, what will Lenihan do?

Well, now...

I wouldn't think about that, Kerry, if I were you.

Not until it happened.

Is she pretty, Cassidy?

Well, now, I'd be a miserable Irishman

if I could admit to meself that there was any such creature

as a pretty Englishwoman.

Well, it's the Irish newspapers that call her "the beautiful Mrs. Curtis."

Will you, for the love of heaven, not even think of her name?

Wouldn't your commandant consider this against orders?

There's no specific order against having a breath of fresh air.

What if I try to escape?

There's just one way.

I see what you mean.

You know, I've had a lot of time to think, staring at my four walls this last week.

I've wondered about you.

You don't seem like the others.

Why?

For one thing, you're an American.

Tell me, why did you come to Ireland?

To study at the College of Surgeons.

Aren't there plenty of good medical schools in America?

Yeah, I guess there are, but it was a wish of my mother's,

the school my father went to.

And what will you do when it's over?

Go back to America

after I finish my studies,

and then I'll become a doctor, I guess.

It's odd, isn't it?

Standing together at the top of a lighthouse exchanging life histories.

It's as though we were at a dance somewhere, and the world was at peace,

and you'd taken me out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air.

And the music was coming from the ballroom,

and I was thinking, "Well, is this young man going to kiss me?"

"And if he does, what shall I do?"

Oh, it's all so hopeless and confused.

We don't belong here, you and I. You're a doctor.

You're not meant to be killing.

But we could get away.

I know my father would help us.

He'd see that you got safely to America,

then I could join you there. Anyway, just as long as we're together.

Please, take me away from here, please.

Well, not bad, Mrs. Curtis. Not bad at all.

For a second, you almost had me fooled.

What did you expect me to do, stand around waiting for your firing squad?

Oh, you're quitting so soon?

Oh, what does it matter now? What difference does it make?

You got a pretty small bag of tricks, don't you?

Or maybe I just didn't give you a chance to drag them all out.

Tell me, just how far would you have gone?

I would've done anything to get away from here.

There's just one thing wrong, though.

You couldn't have fooled me even for a second,

if there hadn't been something there to believe.

Oh, Kitty. You brought the things, all right.

- That's very kind of you. - Anything for the cause,

even if it's only a few bits of cloth.

Mrs. Curtis, we've had some clothing brought for you.

Meaning you expect me to be here for a while?

Well...

We'll have her looking like a barmaid in Donovan's pub in no time.

Well, nothing here fit for a party at Buckingham Palace,

But they'll cover you,

and they won't hide the fact you're a woman.

They'll be fine. Thank you.

Sean.

Weren't expecting you tonight.

Must be something big brings you down from headquarters, Michael.

Big enough, eh, Commandant?

Just. Colonel Smithson.

Well, we leave here early in the morning. There's lots of work to be done before then.

I'll make up a bed for you on the second landing, Commandant.

Thank you, John.

Now, we've been blueprinting every move for a week.

You'll be able to take your positions without being questioned.

Now, this is Ashtown Dock.

Well, I'll be going.

It looks like only my clothes were needed here tonight.

Here. Sailing time...

Well, wouldn't you know it? It's the commandant himself.

There will be fireworks when he sees me, you can bet on that.

But I don't understand. You're both on the same side, aren't you?

That one's on no woman's side.

There are things about that one, deep things.

But I'm not afraid of him.

It's going to take split-second timing.

I'll be reminding you of that a hundred times before the night is over.

One mistake,

and we'll be leaving our own dead there, on the dock.

Chris, you had your orders.

What is she doing here?

Well, she's been a great help to us, Sean.

She brought us news of the hostages,

and, tonight, clothing for the Englishwoman.

How long have you been standing there?

And how much have you heard?

I heard nothing and I care less.

Well, we're going to make sure of that.

You'll stay here until we get back.

Yes, your honor.

Whatever you say, your honor.

All right, now,

once again.

I'm on top of the crane over there.

I push my dolly from there to the gangplank, only I, uh...

I don't quite make it.

And I'm here to see the gates aren't closed till we get out.

And I'm over there

on the other side of the gate.

I'm waiting here with the motorcar running.

That's me, a docker, waiting to tie up a bowline.

I'm on deck there by the gangplank.

I'm checking the cargo as it goes up.

And I'm the dock foreman.

Now, remember. Remember, it's Colonel Smithson himself who gives us the signal

when he says goodbye to Lord Crandall and salutes him.

The minute, the instant, his fingers touch the peak of his cap,

we give him our salute.

Oh, that's the part I love.

Him helping us like that.

All right, now, once more,

and then we'll get some rest.

No. They might like some in there.

I'm pushing me dolly from here

to the gangplank,

only I don't quite make it.

Aren't closed till we get out.

And I'm over there...

It occurred to me you might like some tea.

You must've been reading me mind.

Oh, uh, I thought you might like some, it being so late and that.

Are they still at it?

Oh, they are. They are.

And if I know them meself, they'll be at it for hours yet.

Must be important.

There's only one thing they talk about in Ireland,

when there's more than one man around a table,

and a pot of tea between them,

and that's the fine, soft talk about the taking of life.

It means there's a raid coming up or an ambush or a burning, more bloodshed.

And a few less men to talk and drink tea the next time.

Will they all be going?

Well, they'll probably leave old Doyle to keep an eye on us.

But the rest will be going and Kerry O'Shea with them.

Now, you don't really think that was too clever of me?

The way you were both trying so hard not to look at each other.

And it all there in your faces for anyone to read.

Women are fools, aren't they, Kitty?

If it was me, I wouldn't waste a heartbeat on a single one of them.

Why should I? And my heart broken over and over

when the news is brought back about an execution.

Or a body in a ditch or rotting away in some jail.

Oh, no. That's not for Kitty Brady.

Are you trying to frighten me out of my wits?

Now, where do you think you're going to?

To the beach, that's all, for a swim.

Oh, for a swim.

Or maybe planning to meet Kerry O'Shea, huh?

If I was, he'd have to get past you, wouldn't he?

Now, I give you my word I'll be back.

Well, now, if you were to give me a little more than your word...

Why not?

How long have you been watching me?

Just long enough to make sure you're not thinking of leaving us.

Is that what you told yourself, Commandant?

You were just playing watchdog and nothing else?

What else could there be?

"What else could there be, “ he says. So pure and noble.

Don't you think I've seen you looking at me with your hot eyes,

wanting to put your hands on me?

Isn't that the truth, now?

Wasn't it just Kitty Brady who brought you here and not your precious plans?

Why did you never try, Commandant?

Were you afraid the others might know and think less of you?

Well, they wouldn't know now.

We're alone with only the wind and the sea.

So what's to stop you, Commandant?

Get away from here and don't come back

and don't ever say a word about us,

about the squad.

If you do, I'll find you.

- Did anyone see you? - No. What is it, Donovan?

Was it the Tans?

They came busting in here and wrecked me place.

And they beat me up for a liar when I couldn't tell them where you were.

Me?

What did they want me for?

They searched every cottage and farm in Ardfallen.

Now, you and the boys at Cassidy's were the only ones gone,

so they'll know now that you've something to do with them.

What am I going to do, Donovan?

I'm not strong. And I know what they're like

when they want to find out something.

- I might tell them. - Kitty, keep a hold of yourself.

Now listen. It'll be all right.

Now listen, first thing tomorrow, McSweeny comes by to deliver the stout.

He's a good man. He'll take you to Dublin with the barrels.

- Go to Ashtown Dock. - Ashtown Dock.

Take the Liverpool boat.

My sister's over there.

You can stay with her for a while.

- No, no, Donovan. - Don't be a fool, child.

You'll need the money for your ticket. Boats aren't free.

God reward you, Donovan.

Ah, sure, it's little enough to pay the Tans back for all this.

You're going.

Doyle will look after you.

There will be killing, won't there?

Yes.

I have a feeling we'll not see each other again.

Does that matter?

I don't know.

I'll be back.

Sean, is it true?

What Michael just told me?

What did he tell you?

That this might be the last ambush.

There's talk of a treaty.

Treaty.

The talk of traitors

willing to sell Ireland out to the enemy.

There will be no treaty.

No treaty until we get what we been fighting for.

We'll keep the flames crackling till we've killed every traitor on Irish soil.

But we haven't got all day.

He doesn't want it to end.

Well...

he's always had his eyes fixed on the future, Sean...

Maybe he's forgotten how to look right or left.

Like many others.

Steerage to Liverpool.

Thank you.

Just a moment, miss.

What you want?

Don't move.

Well, Kitty.

I trust it wasn't too uncomfortable riding among those barrels?

I haven't done anything.

Where are the others?

What others?

Were they finding it a little hot for them in Ardfallen? Huh?

Perhaps they're all taking a sea trip to find a cooler spot.

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

I was only going up...

I tell you...

I tell you I'm alone.

- I only came here to go to Liverpool. - Arrest that man.

She's turned us in.

What'll we do?

Smithson.

Ambush.

Get back! Get back in the car!

Draw their fire!

Don't shoot!

I... didn't tell them.

I...

I didn't.

Come on, Sean!

Sean.

Aye, look. Like a ghost out of the night.

I thought you were done for.

Hey, Dermot, get some whiskey.

Come and sit down.

Here, lad, take these.

Here, take a good sip out of that now.

How many did we lose?

O'Brien, Tommy Connor.

And Kitty Brady.

Yes. It was bad.

But it's all over now.

- Over? - Yes, it's the truce, man.

Just waiting for the General's signature.

Tomorrow, we're all free.

Free to vote for the men of our own choice.

Aye, and against them If we wish.

Oh, it's you, O'Shea.

Well, I'm happy you made it.

General, tell him about the truce.

I'm off to London with a safe conduct.

By dawn, the fight will be over.

Michael, go down to the lighthouse, fetch Mrs. Curtis,

return her to her father.

I'll do that, General.

This day has been a long time coming.

Michael, I'm gonna go with you.

If you like, lad.

Michael, its headquarters

about Lady Fitzhugh.

Mrs. Curtis?

Get up.

What is it? What's happened?

Lady Fitzhugh is dead.

Sean...

this can't bring Lady Fitzhugh back.

We have no choice.

Let go of me, Willie.

The commandant and the woman.

- Where? - On the hill.

Lenihan!

I know how you feel about her.

You shouldn't have come to see it happen.

It isn't going to happen.

There's a truce.

They've gone to London to negotiate a treaty!

If they sign, they'll die like anybody else.

And you'll fight a war of your own! Your own private little war!

If I have to.

Just to keep the bullets flying!

You've forgotten what you're fighting for!

It isn't Ireland or freedom

or any of those fancy words you use to excuse yourself.

It's just killing now. For the sake of killing!

I'll need men. We'll go to the west and build a new army.

Are you with me, Noonan?

Aw, Sean,

a treaty could mean peace.

Lafferty.

O'Callaghan.

Tom. Tom Cassidy.

You're traitors, traitors all of you, but I'll take care of you

when the time comes.

Right now, Ireland owes a debt to Lady Fitzhugh.

You wouldn't be thinking of shooting me, would you, Kerry?

Don't make me do it.

Was I mistaken in you?

I thought you were a soldier.

I'm not going to fight your war!