All language subtitles for Captain_Lightfoot_(1955)_BluRay_720p

Come on, Tim!

A handsome carriage
with a rich English lord in it.

Now, listen, Mike.

It's one thing
holding up a man on foot,

but it's another thing
entirely robbing a coach.

Ah, Society needs
the money.
I know.

You grab the lead horse.
I'll do the rest.

Put up your hands!
Put up your hands, I say!

What's this, my man?
Robbery, me lord.

In a good cause.
A good cause, eh?

Your own, no doubt.
No. Ireland's.

Your purse, fast.

You would not, by any chance,

be the famous
Captain Thunderbolt?

No, my lady.

Merely one of his
most ardent admirers.

You won't admire him so much
when they hang you
at Dublin Castle.

Thank you, me lord.
Drive on!

Only a few guineas
and a lead weight.

It's a false purse for robbers!

Captain Thunderbolt would never
have been taken in be them!

Rank amateurs,
that's what we are.

But, Mike, a few guineas
is a few guineas
and the Society can use it.

I wouldn't think of
bringing this to the Society.

♪ From glance of her eye ♪

♪ Shun danger and fly ♪

♪ For fatal's the glance
of Kate Kearney ♪

Horses safe?
Aye. Safer than we are.

Mike.
Yes?

You haven't forgotten
there's a meeting
of the Society tonight.

We'll be there,
surely.
Maybe we will.

After we fortify ourselves
against the dull speechmaking.

♪ Oh, did you not hear
of Kate Kearney ♪

♪ Who lives on the banks
of Killarney? ♪

Move a leg, Brady.
You've a couple of
thirsty customers.

What will it be, Michael?
As if I don't know.

♪ Dee-dee-do-do-do-do ♪

Pour your own, Michael.
I'm busy with old Desmond.

I'm behind with the rent
and Lord Devereaux
won't give me a day.

God help us.

Yes, Mr. Desmond?
Five guineas.

♪ Oh, she looks
so bewitchingly simple ♪

♪ And there's mischief
in every dimple ♪

♪ And who dares inhale
her sigh's spicy gale ♪

♪ Must die be the breath
of Kate Kearney ♪

Did you ever see so much money?

The Society could
make a use of that.

Yes, it could.
But, Mike,
you wouldn't dare.

Himself always returnin'
to Devereaux Castle
be the far beach road.

But robbing Lord Devereaux's
money, we'd hang for that.
Aye!

I'll go around be
the back and head him off.

Thank you, Mr. Desmond.

This will settle things
till the next time. Excuse me.

Mr. Desmond.

Yes?

Don't go. I mean--
What I wanted to say was--

What is this foolishness?

You are to stop drinking,
young man,
and go clear your head!

Give me that bag.
Don't be a fool, man.
You'll never get away this.

This is Lord Devereaux's
money.
Lord Devereaux's money, is it?

It's our sweat and blood.

Mike, have you killed him,
or what?
It was only a light punch.

Here. It's more
than I can carry.

Mike, you may remember
this day to your sorrow.

You! Lads! Have you seen
two young men on horses?

The one a roan, the other a bay?
They waylaid
Lord Sydney's stage.

Aye, one on a roan, did you say,
and the other on a bay?

No, I saw one on a bay,
the other on a roan.

And? And?

They were speeding that way
into the village.

Now we better hurry
to the meeting.

Shamus O'Neill.

Shamus O'Neill
is to be congratulated

for recruiting three
new members to the Society

and for collecting one pound,
ten shillings and tuppence
from sympathizers.

One pound, ten shillings
and tuppence, is it?

What about this?

Tim.

How did you come by this?
Money is money.
The Society needs it.

If it's stolen money,
we want no part of it.

The cause can do
without thievery.

Let's say I merely borrowed it.

When the oppressors
are driven
out of Ireland,

we'll return the money
to Lord Devereaux.

Tim!

This money was stolen
from Lord Devereaux?

It was his high steward.
What's the difference?

Michael, how could you
do such a thing?

Because I'm tired
of all this soft talk.
It's time we took real action.

The only action we'll take
is to return this money.

Return the money?
Exactly.

And pray you've
caused us no great harm.

Dragoons descending
on Ballymore.

Do you know what that means?
Which side you're on?

I'm on the side of reason.

I'm trying to save your neck.
Perhaps all of our necks.

That's the difference
between us, Regis O'Donnell.

You're trying to save necks,
including your own.

I'm trying to save the country.

You're for peaceful
resistance,
you call it.

I'm for Ireland!

I sometimes wonder whether your
real sympathies aren't lying
with the authorities.

You'll apologize for that!
I'll apologize for nothing!

You're a stubborn man, Mike.

You think violence and courage
are the same thing,
but they're not.

A word is often more powerful
than a blow.

Words, words, words.

A mask for a coward
to hide behind.

I'll take up the matter of
your expulsion from the Society
in my own time, Michael Martin.

You'll take nothing
but the back
of me hand, turncoat!

- Let me have that stick!
- Stop it! Break it up, I say!

There will be enough fighting
when the time comes.

Michael, you've been identified.
Old Desmond saw your face.

There's the devil to pay.

Michael,
what are you
going to do?

There's only one thing he can do.
You better get out of here.

Maybe it's just as well.

I'll get me roan
and ride to Dublin.

A man might get things
done there!

You better go on foot.

The dragoons will be looking
for you and that roan
all over the county.

All right. I wouldn't
want them hanging me horse too.

May God go with you,
Mike Martin,
and help curb your rashness.

Have no concern
about me, Cathy.
I'll manage.

You better
cut across the fields.
They'll be watching the roads.

Mike, I'll go with you.

No, Tim.

You haven't been recognized.

You'll be safer
to stay where you are.

There's a boy with a big heart

and a lot of foolishness.

He has no right to be a fool
if it endangers the rest of us.

And haven't the deaf
the right to hear,

the blind to see
and the hunched
to be straight?

He's blind with love
for his country,

but I can't
hold that against him.

Look. That must be our man.

Stand quiet or I'll split you
from head to heel.

You're Michael Martin
of Ballymore,
a rebel and a wanted man.

And there's a ten-pound reward
for bringing you in.

I have a feeling, man,

that from now on they'll be
increasing the offer.

Leave the horse
and weapon, man.

It would only make it worse
for you if caught.

Who are you?

I'm a Christian
and a man of peace, my son.

When I saw the dragoons
take off after you,

I cut through the woods
to see if I could save you

from those
misguided disciples
of the devil of war.

There's no time to talk.
Hop up. I'm on my way to Dublin.

Well, I might as well
trust you as another.

My cart is full of pamphlets
and holy tracts,

so hide yourself
under the word of God

and leave the rest
to Him and me

until we get to Dublin.

Pots and pans to mend!

Like new!
Pots and pans to mend!

Brother Tuer.
Your Reverence.

Why, I almost
didn't recognize you.

Brother, will you
be good enough
to inform Lady Ann

that she can shake out
the curtains?

The Lord has ordained
my safe return to the city.

I'll do that and gladly,
Your Reverence.

Pots and pans!
Like new!

Pots and pans!

Who is he?

A member of my flock.

A gypsy?
We're all God's children,
aren't we?

What kind of a parson are you?

A thirsty one.

Just around the corner
is the Bird and Bottle,

an inn with the finest ale
that ever gladdened
a Christian's palate.

I know those footsteps anywhere.

Welcome home, Captain.

Captain?

The poor old man is blind.

You've mistaken me
for someone else.

Yes, sir?

Ah, good evening,
my pretty young woman.

And, uh,
where would I find the host?

He went upstairs, sir.

Problem with one of the lodgers.

Oh, I see.

No, you stay here.
Have a draft of ale, my boy.

While I go up
and arrange accommodations.

♪ Remember the glories ♪

♪ Of Brien the brave ♪

♪ Though the days ♪

♪ Of the hero ♪

♪ Are o'er ♪

Begging your pardon, sir.

Who did you mistake
that gentleman for?

Oh, there's a strange thing,

but it slipped me mind entirely.

At my age the memory
does some curious things.

♪ Though lost to Mononia ♪

♪ And cold in the grave ♪

♪ He returns ♪

♪ To Kinkora ♪

♪ No more ♪

The old man sings well
for his age.

Talks even better.

They say he talked his way
down from the gallows.

He was a highwayman.

And a pirate too.

Out with you!

Out with you!

And don't come back!

I'll get you for this!

Come on up, my boy.
The Lord has provided.

We have a room for the night.

Michael, this is
our host, Big Tom.

He used to be
champion pugilist
of Ireland.

Tom, shake hands
with Michael Martin,

as fine a lad as ever
struck a blow for Ireland.

Are you inferring, Parson,
that this man is a rebel?

Then he will spend the night
in no inn of mine.

Well, if you feel me presence
here will cause you danger--

It's not that!
I have no liking for rebels.

And even less use for their
sneaky and underhanded ways.

Sneaky and underhanded,
is it?
Out of me way.

Easy, lad!
The former champion of Ireland!

I wouldn't care if he was
champion of the world!

Defend yourself!

Ohh!

Oh! Oh!

Give it to him,
stranger!
Give it to him!

That's a good man, that one.

Hold it, lads.

A little fuel will keep
the fire burning longer.

I'll not drink with
the likes of him.

You'll never drink
with a better man.

I'll decide that
for meself, Parson.

If you are a parson,
which I doubt!

Michael, the power of your fists

is exceeded only
by the acuteness
of your brain.

Isn't it, Callahan?

So, you do know him.

Did you ever hear
of a gentleman by the name
of Captain Thunderbolt?

Captain Thunderbolt?

Aye, the greatest rebel
and the greatest patriot
in Ireland.

You can tell the children
of your grandchildren
that you shook his hand.

You?
Aye, lad. Me.

The Thunderbolt himself.

I don't understand.

If you're referring
to my ecclesiastical
attire,

I was in hiding
while a little matter
blew over in Dublin.

Big Tom assures me it's settled,

so now I can come out
of my retirement.

But he said
he didn't like rebels.

The words didn't come easy,
Michael.

Even though it was only
a test the captain arranged.

A test?

Aye, lad.

I liked your brass,
taking on an armed dragoon
like it was nothing at all.

But before I ask you
to join up with us,
I had to be doubly sure

that you had
the fighting fists as well
as the patriotic heart.

Me? Join up
with Captain Thunderbolt?

Don't ever call me that
in public, lad,
or we'll both hang.

It's the Honorable
Captain John Doherty
I am to the world.

Oh, I'll remember, Captain.

Now, Tom, the lad and I
will have dinner,
the best you have.

Did you not hear the captain?

And then a tailor.

Yes, we must alter
some of my clothes
for this fellow

before I present him
to Dublin's quality.

Eh, Tom?

Aye, aye, Captain.
A tailor--

A tailor it shall be.

Finished, sir.

He looks fine, just fine.

Man, you're an artist.
My congratulations.

Thank you, Captain.
I did my best.

This should make up for it.

Thank you, good sir.
Thank you.

Always at your service, sir.

My friends in Ballymore
should see me now.

Now you're a gentleman.

Oh! Most people are born gulls
and judge a man by his dress.

We live in a world
of phantasmagoria--

false forms and false faces.

Each man wears a mask
against his fellows.

Well, have you nothing to say?

Aye. Give me a light.

Tonight we go to my cousin's,
Lady Ann More's gambling house

and mingle with the quality,
maybe risk a guinea or two
at the table.

Eh, Michael?

Gambling?
Aye, and then a coranto
with a lively filly.

Coranto?

Don't you know
the coranto?
Uh-uh.

We'll remedy
that immediately.
Callahan, a coranto.

Michael, observe.

Bridget, girl,
take him in hand!

Start with this one.

Good! Good! Magnificent!

And now, off to Lady Ann's.

Well, what do you think
of the little place?

Oh, your cousin Lady Ann
must be the richest lady
in Dublin.

Lady Ann, is it?

Man, you're looking
at Doherty's castle.

And Lady Ann?

Well, you might say
she minds it for me.

May I take your cape, my lord?

And your hat, my lord?

Thank you, my lord.

Ballymore! Ballymore!

Oh!

Well, Michael?

What gowns, Doherty! A man
doesn't know where to look
in this place.

You'll learn, man.

What's the matter, Michael?

I can't get used to it.
You, the Thunderbolt--

Oh.

Doherty, I mean, hobnobbing
with English dragoons

and high society
and owning a place like this.

How do you manage
if you're a highwayman?
Lad, lad.

You understand
neither the law
nor the perversions.

Highwayman, you say?

Aye, but I must
be caught red-handed,

or witnesses must be found
to identify me.

There are hundreds of men
named John Doherty
in Ireland and Scotland.

I'm but one of them.
Come, Michael.

Good luck, good luck--

Oh, Jack, you're home at last!

Aye, Ann, I'm home!

Annie girl, you look wonderful.

Oh!

Lady Ann More,
may I present Michael Martin.

Don't stand there
gaping, lad.
Bow to the lady. Bow.

Oh, you clumsy oaf!

I'm sorry, miss. Sorry.

Aga!

Captain, sir!

Oh, now, there.
No sentiments.
You'll spoil my clothes.

Here, let me look at you.

Why the devil did no one
tell me you were home?

I will not have you
use such language.
You use far worse.

Then, girl, you're not
so grown up that
I can't take a hand to you.

Michael, this is
my wild-headed daughter, Aga.
I avoid her as much as possible.

Aga, meet Captain Martin,
my second-in-command.

Second-in--

Yes, my dear?

What name has the great
Thunderbolt bestowed
on his second-in-command?

That's right.

We haven't picked one yet,
have we, lad?

No.

Second-in-command? Him?
Hold your tongue, girl.

Michael, pay her no heed.
I don't see how
Lady Ann stands her.

She's been saddled
with this imp for years.

This imp would like to dance.

Well, Michael, my lad.
A coranto with a lively filly.
Remember?

One, two and three.
One, two and three.

I remember very well.
Go after her, lad.

Go after her!

Oh, Jack, what a bear you are.
And how glad I am to see you.

Besides, you are needed here.
What is it?

Sir George Bracey's opened
a gambling place and he's
trying to steal our clientele.

Oh, that rogue.

He'll cheat them and
that'll be the last
of Sir George.

Now, how about a smile
and a dance, my girl?

What's Captain Hood doing here?

Captain Hood?

Oh, I can't
very well keep out
an officer of the Crown.

Well, I can.

He's a complete rascal,
using his position
to line his own purse.

Your servant,
Captain Doherty.
What do you seek here?

I am here as the emissary
of Sir George Bracey

with a business proposition
for Lady Ann.

However,
since you are back--

I do no business
with scoundrels.

Please, Captain,
let me finish.

He wishes to buy you out.

I don't give a fig
for his wishes.

He's minded to make you
a most generous offer.

I'm not selling.

Get out.

Danny.
Aga!

Ouch!

What's the matter,
Miss Aga?
You were treading on my toes.

I was not.
I think I could tell
when my toes are being trod on.

Here, here.
What's the trouble?
I did not step on her feet.

He does not dance at all.
He jigs.

He must look at me
when he's dancing
and not at others.

You were looking at others.
That happen to be Dan Shanley,

an old friend and a gentleman.

You wanted a name
for this clumsy ox.

Lightfoot. You could call him
Captain Lightfoot.

Lightfoot. I like that.

I hereby christen you...

Captain Lightfoot.

Oh, smile, Michael.
Smile.

Come, youngsters.
Dance! Dance!

Time enough to argue.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.

You're not a bad dancer really,

and you did not step
on my toes.

I thought not.

But if I did, I'm sorry.

Captain, it's the police.

A raid? Unheard of.

You mustn't be taken, sir.

Out the back, all of you.
Follow me, sir.

Ah!

See the quality
to their carriages.

I'll look after the trulls!
Let me out!

- Stop it! No, don't!
- Quiet, you jades!

Enough of this squalling!

You'll stop
manhandling the ladies!

You are drunk, sir.
Excuse me.

Drag them out!
I said, unhand the ladies!

These are no ladies, sir,
and I advise you--

Your name, sir?

I give no name!
Quite right, sir.

Your attendance
at the gambling hall
is no affair of mine, sir,

but violence
towards officers of the law
is a prison offense.

They were mishandling
the ladies!

What ladies?
I see no ladies.

Bailiff, did you arrest
any of the quality?

The young gentleman is
as drunk as a lord, my lord.

Begging your pardon, sir.

Quiet, you jades!

He mistook the women
of the town for quality.

Evidently, he saw
with befuddled eyes.

It is against our custom
to remand a gentleman
like yourself to a cell,

but, unfortunately,
I have no choice.

Your Honor, Lord Clonmell.

Why have you arrested
this fine young man?

Your Excellency--
Captain, if you'll do me
the honor,

my man will see you
to my coach.

Thank you.

The finest West Indies snuff.
You indulge?

Oh. Thank you,
Your Excellency.

Thank you.

Thank you, my lord.
A pleasure.
Good-bye and good luck.

Captain,

will you explain to me
about Lord Clonmell
bailing me out?

It's like a miracle.

It's no miracle.
He's my friend
and has influence.

He has extravagant tastes.
I keep him in money.

What I can't explain is,

there hasn't been
a gambling raid in Dublin
in ten years.

Oh, Callahan.

Hmm?

You're back soon, Captain.

Sir, the ladies are upstairs.

I made them
as comfortable
as I could.

Thank you, Bridget. Trim?

I checked the losses
as best as I could.

With the fines
you'll have to pay,
it comes to 1,000 guineas.

1,000 guineas.
As much as that, eh?

In the excitement,
you haven't officially met
my second-in-command.

Captain Lightfoot,
otherwise known
as Michael Martin.

Your servant.

There's a man here
to see you, Captain.

A pleasure to see you again,
Captain Doherty, sir.

What do you want, Clagett?

Are you seeking information
or selling it?

This time I'm selling it.
Am I safe in speaking?

As safe as any informer
can hope to be.

I have information concerning
the raid on Lady Ann's.

Well, speak up, man.
What is it?

It's worth 100 guineas.

100 guineas?

Oh, but for a friend
like the captain, 50 guineas.

Trim, give him 25.
Well, what is it?

It was Sir George Bracey
who had you raided.

I suspected as much.
He wants to force me
to sell.

But I had no idea
he had such influence
with the authorities.

He has, let us say, teamed up
with an officer of the Crown.

A certain Captain Hood.
It was he who arranged the raid.

Of course, that's it.

Where does Sir George
hold forth?

Dennisworth House.

The rogue must be doing well.

Good-bye, Clagett.
Good-bye.

Always your sincere friend
and servant, gentlemen.

Trim, my good man,

it's still early enough
to pay Sir George Bracey
a social call.

Tom.
Yes, sir.

We'll be needing
two fast horses.
Just follow me, Captain.

Michael, there are
two brace of pistols
behind the bar.

Have them ready.
We'll be right back.

Miss Aga.

I thought Doherty was here.

He'll be right back.
He went to get horses.

What the devil is wrong?
You look like a man
going to his own funeral.

I've been thinking, Miss Aga,
maybe I should go back
to Ballymore.

Why would you want to do that?

I don't think
this is the life for me.

It's more and more confused
I am every minute.

Ladies who are not ladies

and magistrates
with special laws for gentlemen.

The great Captain Thunderbolt
running a gambling hall,

ready to shoot it out
with a rival who's cutting in
on his profits...

and doing business
with informers.

Do you think he runs
the place for himself?
It's for the cause.

How for the cause?
Can't you understand?

The Dublin quality--
English lords

go there and lose money
by the thousands.

And it goes into bail
for the poor devils
in the backcountry

and into food for the needy.

Oh, Aga.

Tell Lady Ann not to worry.
We'll be back before morning.

Michael.
Yes, sir.

Watch over the ladies.

Your pistols, Trim.

Captain, you're treating me
like a greenhorn.

Either I'm second-in-command
or I'm not. Which is it?

Good lad.

Trim, in the morning
escort the ladies
back to the mansion.

Captain Lightfoot
will help me pay
my respects to Sir George.

Our coats and hats.

Stay with the horses, Michael.

No matter what happens.
Yes, sir.

Good evening, Sir George.

Ah, Captain Doherty.

I rather fancied you might
be dropping by.

Did you change your mind
about my... offer?

I never change my mind.

I'll trouble you for the sum
of 1,000 guineas, Sir George.

No more, no less.

No trouble at all.

Mind you now, no tricks.

I never try
any tricks on a man
with a gun in my face.

Help yourself from my winnings.

Thank you, Sir George.

I'll take that money.

Shoot! Shoot!

After him!

Mount your horses! Quick!

Steady, man. Steady.

Oh, I'm bleeding
like a stuck pig.
It was a trap.

But I peeled him
for a 1,000 and let
the moonlight enter Sir George.

I've got to get you
to a doctor.
Not back to the inn.

Clagett knows that place.
I could take you
to Ballymore.

There's a ruined abbey
where the Society meets.

No, man.
I'd never make it.

Take me to
Tuer O'Brien's gypsy wagon.

I'll show you the way.

Don't worry, Captain.
I'll get you there.

♪ What slumbering still ♪

♪ Oh, hast thou forgotten ♪

Good heavens.
It's the captain.

Captain.

Michael, this is
Tuer the Tinker,
Willie the Goat.

When there's
rough work ahead,
these two will do it.

Meet Michael Martin,
my new second-in-command.
Treat him as you would me.

Aye, sir.
Pleased to meet you.

Willie, don't stand
there catching flies
with your mouth.

Fetch the sawbones.
Aye, aye.

Tuer, if you can find Clagett,

which I doubt, carve him.

He sold us.
Don't worry, Captain.

We'll bring him to you
in slices.

Now leave us alone.
Aye, sir.

Listen to me, lad.
Yes, sir.

I must lie low
for a few days or I'll hang.

Hood and Clagett
will see to that.

Hang? But you said you
shot Bracey in self-defense.

How could I prove it
with Captain Hood
the only witness?

As for yourself,
you better stay out of sight
for a few days.

Then return to the mansion.
I'll not leave you, Captain.

Listen and don't contradict me.

It was too dark
for anyone to recognize you.
There's no proof you were along.

I need you there
to run things for me.
Run things?

I wouldn't know how.
Lady Ann will help.

But remember,
nobody's to know where I am.

Nobody.

Not even the two ladies?

Hm. They least of all.

You don't know women.

They're apt
to do some crazy,
impulsive thing.

Very well, sir.
If that's the way you want it.

The 1,000 guineas
are in my coat.
Reopen the gambling rooms.

And don't forget
it's for the cause.

Aye, sir.

I have great faith
in you, Michael.

Take my place.

I'll try, sir.

One more thing.

About Aga. She's headstrong
and unpredictable.

She needs a strong hand.

You may have
to take my place
with her too.

Hmm?

You take
Captain Doherty's place?
Uh-huh.

But we hardly know you.

Didn't the captain give you
a letter, a note?

Letters and notes
are dangerous to carry.

Perhaps this will answer:
1,000 guineas,

once the property
of the late
Sir George Bracey.

Where's the captain?

Safe.
He's all right?

Yes. He is well.

This should be enough
to reopen the gambling rooms.

But I hesitate about it.
Why?

Because Captain Hood has been
making himself obnoxious

with offers to buy us out.

And he is very close
to the Lord Leftenant,
Lord Glen.

I'll talk to this Captain Hood.

He is not an easy man
to discourage.

He was here yesterday,
and I suppose he'll
be back again today.

Did he ask any questions
about Captain Doherty's
whereabouts?

No.

He seemed
more interested in Aga.

What?

I'll talk to Aga.

I'll forbid her to see him.

You what?

Good luck.

In fact, I'll talk
to her right now.

Would you be good enough
to call her?

With pleasure.

Oh!

Well, here she is.

You were listenin'.

Of course.
I wish to know
where my father is.

The captain says he's safe.

Miss Aga,

I shall speak plainly.

This Captain Hood is a rogue
and an enemy of your father.

I don't want you
to speak to him.
I speak with whom I please,

and even with some
who do not please me.
I will not have it.

And Captain Hood,

has he no choice
in the matter?
None whatever.

And what makes you so sure
Captain Hood will not choose
to finish you

as he has finished
so many others?

Oh, he's a dead pistol shot.

And it would be a pity
to see you die so young,
Captain.

There will be
no more Captain Hood.

Is that an order?
An order.

Well, that's what I care
about your orders!

You think you can
fill Doherty's shoes?

You bog-trotter
dressed as a gentleman.

Not even one of them
is far back as the instep.

No more Captain Hood, is it?

He will tear you apart,
do you hear?

And have you for supper
with a French sauce!

Your father asked me
to take his place.

What are you going to do?
Something he should
have done years ago.

Oh, you wouldn't dare.

A bog-trotter
would dare anything.
Oh! Let me up!

He'll boil you in oil!
You dare! You dare!

Oh! Let-- Oh! Oh! Ow!

Tea is served
on the terrace.

We'll be there in one,
two, three seconds!

Very good, sir.

Oh!

Oh!

One moment, sir.

Captain Hood is here
to see Miss Aga.

I'll see him.
I'll see
the gentleman.

I am Michael Martin.

A pleasure, sir.
The pleasure
is all yours.

My pleasure will be
to see you leave here,
at once.

My dear fellow,
this is preposterous.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but this is Lady Ann's house,
is it not?

It is.
I thought so.

And you presume to suggest
that I am not welcomed here?

I do. Good day. Trim!

Yes, sir.
See the captain
to his carriage.

So, your friend
didn't have me
for supper after all.

It isn't suppertime.

You might at least stand
when a lady enters the room.

Peasant.

Is that the way they eat
in the backcountry?

When they're hungry.

And what do you think
you're doing?

You're not my father.
Don't tell me when to drink.
Miss Aga!

I'm not a patient man.

I'm sorry, Captain.

So sorry.

When will Doherty be back?

We're not startin'
that again.
I have a right to know!

When he's ready.
Then tell me whether
he's in Dublin.

Have some cold bird, Miss Aga.

Oh, you're becoming
more like Doherty
every day.

You mean
I'm beginning to fill
his boots beyond the instep.

Michael,
you're needed outside.

We have a difficulty.
Captain Hood is here.

After warning him to stay away.

He's trying to provoke
a duel with Lord Clonmell.

Playing faro
and cheating openly.

Why Lord Clonmell?

He knows His Lordship
is our most influential friend.

Without him things
would not be so easy.

Over there.

Aga.
What is it?

We-- We haven't finished
our dance together.
Oh, not now, please.

Place your bets.

Sir, would you keep
your hands still

while the card is being turned?

Do you infer
that I was cheating, my lord?

Could there be
any other meaning?

You--

You will, of course,
allow me choice
of weapons, sir.

Suit yourself.

Dueling pistols
at 12 paces.
All right.

This is my affair,
Captain Martin.

On the contrary, Lord Clonmell.

Captain Hood and I have
a previous appointment.

But if you'll
do me the honor
to act as me second.

Mr. Fitzsimons
and Sir Edward Grant
will act as my seconds.

They will wait
upon Your Lordship.

At 12 paces it's certain death.

Hood's
a military man, Captain,
and a dead shot.

Have you had
any experience
with dueling pistols?

No, me lord.

But if it has
a trigger and a muzzle,
I'll handle it.

Captain Martin, if you would
permit me the privilege

of conveying you
to the field in my coach.

Thank you, Mr. Shanley,
but I'll be well escorted
by Lord Clonmell.

Take me with you.

To a duel?
What are you
thinkin' of, girl?

Michael, what match
are you for a captain
of the Royal Rifles?

What do you want to be,
a dead hero?

If I were you,
I'd make no plans
for me funeral as yet.

Captain Martin,

a duel
in these circumstances
is not a true test of honor.

What do you mean?

Don't you realize
that though Captain Hood
may kill you

and suffer no consequences,

if you so much as wound him,
you'll be arrested
immediately?

He is an important officer
of the Crown.

You don't want me
to apologize, do you?

Of course not, but--

Very well.
I'll present myself
to the umpire

for the examination of weapons.

The seconds
have examined the pistols

and declared
themselves satisfied?

Good luck, my boy.

At the count of one,

both parties will raise
their-- their weapons.

And after a count of six,
they will fire.

Following the exchange of shots,

both parties will declare
themselves satisfied

as to the point
of honor in question.

Will the umpire
please order my opponent
to stop smoking?

You've heard Captain Hood?

I have.

Sir, I demand you stop
this ridiculous performance
at once.

Is there any rule
against smoking
one's mornin' Havana

during a duel, sir?

Not that I know of.
Thank you, sir.

Well, there may be
no rule in the code of dueling,

but it's certainly contrary
to the behavior of a gentleman.

And what would you know
about gentlemen,
Captain Hood?

Take your positions.
I'm commencing to count.

Sir, I protest.
I will not have an affair
of honor disgraced by this--

I'm counting, Captain.

One.

Two. Three. Four.

Five.

Six.

Sir, I protest.
My opponent's behavior during
this duel was deliberate.

It was intended to upset me,
to make me miss.

Your opponent has still
to fire, Captain Hood.
Resume your position.

Only if you'll permit me
to reload, sir.

Back to your position,
Captain Hood.

Captain Martin, you still
have your shot to take.

I will take my shot...

if ever I see your face
around Dublin again.

Captain Hood.

I must congratulate you, sir.

Brilliantly done, Captain.

Brilliantly.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Michael.
Thank heaven
you're not hurt.

What are you doing here?

A duel is no place for a girl.

Mr. Shanley, I should
hold you accountable
for this unheard-of thing.

Miss Aga can be
most persistent,
as you should know.

You were good enough
to bring her here.

Please be good enough
to take her home.

Lady Ann.

Yes, Michael.

It's 11:00.
Oh, don't worry.

Everything will be all right.
Trim will find her.
He always does.

But listen.
Nobody's seen her

since she left
the field this morning
with Dan Shanley.

What is it?
Lord Boray
would like credit

for another
hundred pounds, sir.
All right.

Thank you.

Captain.
Yes, Trim.

I finally found her.
She's gone to her room.

Was she with Shanley?
Aye. All day.

Well, at least
it's a relief
to know she's safe.

They're posting
the banns tomorrow.

You mean they're
going to be married?

That's what she told me.

Thank you, Trim.

Did you knock, Captain?

What's this I hear
about you and Shanley?

Me and Dan?

Well, if you'd come
to congratulate the bride-to-be,

couldn't it wait
until morning?
You'll marry no Shanley!

I'll marry whom I please!

I'm tired
of everyone around here
treating me like a child.

Perhaps when I'm married,
they'll realize I'm a woman.

You might have waited
till you could tell your father.

Well, you seem
to have taken his place,
so I'm telling you.

Before I'll let you
marry Shanley,
I'll marry you my--

Now, what way is that
for a father to be acting?

It's not your father
I want to be, Aga.

What is it, Tuer?
Captain Doherty sent me
with a message, sir.

How is he?

He says you'll have
to carry on for him
longer than expected.

He's that badly hurt, hmm?

The doctor wants him
to go to a gentler climate
for a while.

Tell him I'll do the best I can.

He knows that, Captain.

What are you doing here?
Oh, Captain.

I had a feeling
you were hurt badly
and they wouldn't tell me.

You shouldn't have come here.
I had to come.
I was worried so much.

Oh, are you all right?
Is there anything I can do?

There's one thing
you can do for me.
Stay away.

Don't you realize
you may bring
the constabulary down on me?

I ought to take my belt to you.

Did you expect me to stay away
when my own father
might be dying?

Dying? You'll be old and gray
before Doherty breathes
his last.

Well, since you're here,
sit a while.

Tell me, girl.

How's Lady Ann?

Oh, she's fine

and waiting for you
to come home.

She is, is she?

And, uh, young Martin,
is he takin' hold?

Oh, you've no need
to worry about that one.

So I hear.
Tuer told me how he
dealt with Captain Hood.

Oh, he was so calm, Captain,
and so composed,

as if he'd fought
a hundred duels.

Oh, I was so proud of him.

Proud, is it?

The tide's turned a bit, I see.

More than you know.

We're going to be married.

You're what?

Easy, Captain.
Remember your condition.

The devil take my condition!
What's this fool talk
about you and Mike?

Why, he's a boy,
fresh from the bogs.

You need an older,
more experienced hand.

Oh, he's a very
experienced hand.

And didn't you pick him
yourself as your second?
Not as my daughter's husband!

Think what you're doing, girl.
He's reckless. He's handsome.

He's a great favorite
with the ladies.

Like yourself, Captain.
Nonsense!

He's a very
dangerous proposition!

What about Shanley?
You'd be far safer with him.

Like yourself, Captain,

I'm not particularly
interested in safety.

Platoon, dismount!

Oh, Captain Hood, please.
I'm sorry, Miss Aga.
I have my orders.

But he's a sick man.
If you take him away, he'll die.
Sorry.

Oh, Tuer. Tuer.
Oh, Willie.

Oh, Michael.

Doherty's been taken.

Taken? When?

This morning.
By Captain Hood
and his dragoons.

They've taken him
to Dublin Castle.
The devil they have!

But how could
they find him?
We were so careful.

They followed me.
Clagett and Captain Hood.

You?

Then it's
a sorry day's work
you've done, girl.

Not only to your father,
but to Ireland as well.

I know. I know.

Everything you say to me,
I've already said to myself.

A hundred times.
Your tears come
a little late.

We must get him out
of the castle, or he'll hang.
Aye, Trim. But how?

Only Captain Doherty himself
would know.

Oh, if only one of us
could speak to him.
Ah, he's a shrewd one.

Do you remember
how he used to disguise himself
running from the dragoons?

As a parson.

Trim.
Yes, sir.

Get the coach
and come around
be the back door.

The coach?
Aye, the coach.

We're going to save the prisoner

from the clutches
of those misguided disciples
of the devil of war.

You're early today,
Father Francis.

Oh, I beg your pardon.
I thought you were
the regular priest.

I'm taking his place.
He caught a chill.

Too bad.
I hope he'll be back soon.

Not too soon.

That might be dangerous.

They've just sent
the prisoner his food, Father,
but I'm sure he's finished.

Here's the Reverend Father
for your comfort, Doherty.

Williams!

What happened?
Where are your clothes?

When I brought him his food,
somebody hit me over the head.

He must have escaped
with my keys.

What a sinful world.

What a sinful wor--

Stop him!
Stop that man!

Father Francis,
do you know this man?

He is not one of us.
I have never seen him.

Captain! Captain!

Captain, the prisoner
has escaped.

Take this man to Lord Glen.

We should be at the sawmill
in a few minutes.

As soon as I drop you off,
I'll send word to the ladies
to meet you there.

I don't know
how to thank you enough.

It was a lark, Doherty.
A lark.

I'm glad you
brought the clothes.

I'm only sorry I won't be here
to see Lord Glen's face

when he learns
I practically marched you
out of Dublin Castle.

But I've been wanting
a holiday in Paris anyway.

Is Michael Martin
your true name?

It is.

Do you know
a town in Wicklow
known as Ballymore?

I may have heard of it.

You mean
you've never been there?

Dublin's me home.
I don't often get away.

You are a barmaid at the inn
known as the Bird and Bottle?

Yes, sir.

Look at this man.
You recognize him?
Yes, sir.

Well?

He's the one known
as Captain Martin.

What was it you heard him say
about... a certain town?

The gentleman was trying
on a suit of new clothes.

And?

And he said--
Hmm?

"My friends in Ballymore
should see me now."

Forgive me, Captain.
I meant no harm.

I was only making a bit
of talk with Mr. Clagett.
He tricked me.

Now, Martin, why did you lie

when you said you'd
never been in Ballymore?

What are you trying to conceal?

Perhaps you're wanted there
to answer criminal charges.

Is that it?

Even so,

tell me where Doherty
can be found,

and I promise I'll pursue
the matter no further.

One word from you,
and on my honor,
I'll release you at once.

Is that your answer?

Very well.

Captain Hood.

We'll see
if you're such a stranger
to the place as you claim.

I'll have you transported
to Ballymore Castle.

Captain.
Yes, my lord.

See that we're provided
with a heavy escort.

An extra heavy escort.

If this fellow Doherty
gets any ideas,

we'll be ready for him.

Take him away.

Whoa!

Is Doherty in there?
Yes, my lady.

Jack!

Oh, Jack!
Thank heaven you're safe.

You can thank Lord Clonmell
for getting me here.

And he's arranging for us
to sail on the Wicklow Queen.

We came the moment
we got his message.

Where's Michael?
Isn't he with you?

Why, he went
to Dublin Castle
with Trim to get you out.

What?

The rash fool.
I told him to stay put.

Is it Michael?

Trim.

Just Trim?

Captain Martin's
been taken.
Oh, no!

Steady, girl.
They've nothing
against the lad.

The George Bracey affair
was mine.
It's not for that, sir.

It's for attempting
to free you.
The devil.

I'll take your horse, Trim.

- I'm returning to Dublin.
- You can't, Jack. You must rest.

Rest?
Because of a couple
of flea bites?

Captain Martin
won't be in Dublin, sir.
They're moving him to Ballymore.

Ballymore?
That's bad.

He was fleeing
from the Ballymore dragoons
the first day I met him.

Let me think this out.
Think it out?

Did Michael
stand around thinking
when you were taken?

No, he didn't think
and got himself caught.

What would you have me do, girl?
Send word to
the Society at Ballymore.

They could raise enough men
to free Michael
before he even got there.

Exactly what Lord Glen
is expecting.

They'd ride into a trap
that would set the whole
movement back ten years.

They could storm
Ballymore Castle--

Storm one of the strongest
prisons in Ireland!

This is no business for women.

Michael's safety is my business.

Not this time.
You got me taken once
with your interference.

Aga, where do you
think you're going?
To Ballymore.

Come back! Come back, I say!

Please, Jack. Please.

- Trim!
- Yes, sir.

Get me a horse, quickly.
You're not going after her.

No, I'm riding to Dublin
to round up some men.

I've got to get Mike
out of prison

before that hare-brained
daughter of mine gets herself
and half of Ballymore killed.

Michael!

Tim! The dragoons
have just brought in
Mike Martin.

Mike?
Yes. They're taking him
to Ballymore Castle.

Ballymore Castle?
Yes.

Regis.
I knew
this would happen.

In Ballymore Castle,
they know how to get
the truth out of a man.

It'll not go easy with Mike.

Robbin' Lord Devereaux's
high steward.

We must help him.
We'll do nothing
of the sort.

He'll have to take
his punishment.
But he meant well, Regis.

What he did, he did it
for the Society.
Cathy is right.

I'll not endanger
the Society
because of one rash fool.

Then you're willin' to sit by
and see him imprisoned,
perhaps for life?

It may not be so bad.

I'll petition His Lordship
in proper terms.

After all, the money
was returned to old Desmond.
Petition His Lordship.

Sometimes I think
Mike was right.

Regis's sympathies
do lie with the British.

Would there be anything
I can do for you, young lady?

I'm-- I'm looking
for a young gentleman
named Keenan.

Tim Keenan.

My name is Keenan, miss.

Oh. I'm a friend
of Michael Martin's.

He's been arrested
and he needs help.

Why do you come to me?

He told me you're
the closest friend
he has in the world.

We did know each other
before he left.

Well, I want you
to take me to the leader
of your Society.

Leader of the Society?

I'm afraid
I don't know what you're
talking about, miss.

Oh, please trust me. Please.
You must trust me, Tim.

Michael's told me all about you.

I only want to help him.

I'm no informer, I swear it.

I'm sorry.

It looks like someone
has been making jokes
at your expense.

But, Regis--

Wait, miss!

Please!

I want to ask you something.

Why are you so interested
in Michael Martin?

Well, I--

You love him, don't you?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes, I do.

Don't mind those men.
They don't understand.

The Society's meeting tonight.

I'll take you there.

Oh, thank you.

Do you identify
this prisoner
as the man who robbed you?

Yes, Your Lordship.
Definitely.

That's young Martin.

Now, Martin, perhaps
we can come to terms.

Save your breath, Lord Glen.

You'll do no better here
than you did in Dublin.

You evidently fail to realize

that you are now charged
with a much more serious offense
than in Dublin.

If you're lucky enough
to escape the rope,

you'll be transported
to Australia.

I've always wanted to travel.

In penal servitude for life.

For life, Martin.

Think it over.

There's no need.

Even if I had any information,
I'd not give it.

I shall ask
for the maximum penalty
in your case.

Take him away.

These rebels.

That young man would die
rather than give
any information.

I'm inclined to agree
with you, my lord.

You know these people
better than I.

Can it be that he mistrusts me

to keep my part of the bargain?

It goes deeper
than that, my lord.

And yet, if there was
someone he didn't trust,

one who was sympathetic
to our point of view.

My lord, there may be
such a person.

Who?
The one who returned the stolen money to me.

He must be friendly
with Martin
to have obtained it.

And have the right sympathies,

or he would not have
returned it.

By thunder, it's worth trying.

If you can bring
this off, Desmond,
and lead me to John Doherty,

you will find me
more than generous.

Regis, you better
finish that petition
or you'll miss the meetin'.

I had no idea it was so late.

Evening, Regis.
Good evening, Mr. Desmond.

Forgive me.
I was just leaving.

May I buy you
a glass of ale
before you go?

I just had a glass.

But if you're buying,
there must be some favor
you'll be asking.

Not a favorite.
A matter of business.
Sit for a moment.

I know you to be
an honest man,
Regis O'Donnell.

How well do you know
Michael Martin?

Well enough.

Would you
be averse to performing
a slight service for the Crown

if you were well paid for it?

That depends on the service.

The authorities are looking
for a certain man.

Young Martin knows
his whereabouts
but refuses to tell.

What do they
want him for?
'Tis not political.

He's a big gambler in Dublin.

He's wanted for murdering
another gambler.

But if you're interested,
we can go into that later.

I think, Mr. Desmond,
I'll take that glass of ale.

Please listen to me.

I know some of you think
Michael Martin did the cause
great harm through his rashness.

And when he left for Dublin,
he forgot the Society,

and therefore the Society
should forget him.

Oh, but it's not true.

Since he left here,

he's been serving
under the command of a man
you've all heard about.

Captain Thunderbolt.

How would you know that
when we don't even know
who Captain Thunderbolt is?

I have good reason
to know who he is.

Captain Thunderbolt
is my father.

Your father?

Then we're
with you, girl!
Aye! Action!

On to Ballymore Castle!

Ah, Regis!
It's time you were here!

Make way for our leader!

Listen to me.
Have you gone mad,
all of you?

Are you trying to destroy
the Society here forever?

Taking the word of a girl
that none of us have
ever seen before.

Captain Thunderbolt's
daughter, is she?

If Mike Martin was under
Captain Thunderbolt's command,

why didn't the captain
contact us himself?
Aye. Why didn't he?

- Ah, Regis, you're too cautious altogether!
- You believe nothing!

Let the leader have his say.
Storm Ballymore Castle

and you'll spill
the blood of half our number
and you'll accomplish nothing.

Look, for the present,
we must forget Mike Martin.

Forget Mike Martin? No.

We'll never forget Mike Martin.

We're tired of your talk
of peaceful resistance,
Regis.

We want action!
You fool! That's what
put Mike Martin where he is!

Action!
Down with Ballymore Castle!

The meeting
stands adjourned.
Go to your homes.

Mike Martin was right.
Your sympathies do lie
with the authorities.

How much are they
paying you?
We were fools to listen to you.

- You're a traitor to your own cause!
- -You're an informer!

Traitor.

Hear me.

If Regis O'Donnell
is an informer,
which I do not believe,

wouldn't he tell the dragoons
at Ballymore Castle
that we're coming?

Let's all go home
and think this over,

or we may do something
we'll regret.

How went the night, rebel?

With a bed no softer
than your own heart,
I didn't sleep a wink.

I've brought you
a new nursemaid.

Perhaps he can sing you
to sleep with a wee lullaby.

So, the great leader
shows his true colors.

I warned you they'd stretch
your neck one day.

Now, why don't you tell me
where John Doherty is?

Don't hope to get
any information out of me.

A prison is not a pleasant place
to spend your life, Michael.

Traitor.

Think it over.

You'll find
I gave you good advice.

From now on,
he's to be given
no food or drink.

They're a stubborn lot,
these rebels.

I've rarely found one
who was willing to talk.

Have no fear.

I've moved among them
long enough to learn
their ways.

When Martin suffers enough,
he'll lead us to Doherty.

The gray walls of Ballymore.

We'll stay here
until it darkens.

Then we'll cross the river
at the bridge above.

At the change of guards,
Big Tom, you and your men
will attack from the other side

to draw out the dragoons.
Aye, aye, sir.

Then we'll move in.

We'll take cover
under those trees.

Brady.

Brady.

Yes, Tim?

You won't believe this, Brady.

I rode out to Ballymore Castle,

hoping to get
a glimpse at Mike
at one of the windows.

Yes?
I didn't see Mike.

But I saw Regis.

Regis?
Aye.

They've made him a warder
at the prison.

So he's out in the open.

And this is the man
that I trusted so much.

Spread the word.

The Society's meeting tonight.

And tell everyone
to bring what they have
in the way of weapons.

When they hear
this bit of news,
'twill settle the matter.

We'll be stormin' the castle
before another mornin'.

He's had enough time
to think it over.

Now we may hear
a different tune.

If you're ready to tell us
where John Doherty is,
we'll release you.

Let me out and I'll
break your foul neck.

It's your neck
that'll be broken,
by law and in public.

Let me out, traitor!

Go down to the whipping post
and get me the stoutest lash
you can find.

I've one there
that's loosened
a few tongues.

Let me out!
Wait a moment.

Leave me your pistol.

Listen, Mike.

We must move fast.
I've got a rope on the roof
and a boat at the river.

What kind of a turncoat
trick is this?
I've no time for explanations.

Here, will that convince you?
Captain Doherty's daughter--
Aga?

Yes. Is trying
to get the Society
to storm this place.

We may still be in time
to prevent useless bloodshed.

I'll warrant he'll feel more
like talking by now.

The prisoner's gone.

Ring the alarm bell, quick.

There he is!

Close the door.
The rope.

Sergeant!
Turn out the guard!

Get mounted!

Hurry up!

Captain, unless the little
sight I've left is failing me,

one of those men
is Michael Martin.

Michael?
Michael Martin?

By thunder!

Look. The dragoons.

Cover them!

Start firing!

Regis!

Michael! Watch out! Mike!

Can you see them, Captain?

They're gone, Captain.

The current must've
dragged them under.

Oh, may God have mercy
on their souls.

They're drowned.

Shall we go
after the others?
No.

We'd be sitting ducks
if we tried to cross
the river.

We'd best go back
and report to Lord Glen.
He'll send more men with us.

That's it, Brady.
Everybody's here.
Good.

You've all checked your weapons?

They're not much
to look at, God help us,

but they're the best we have.

It may go hard with us,
but with the help of God,
we'll win out.

Now, soon as it gets
a bit darker--
Whisht.

Stand and identify
yourselves!

Do-- It's my father.

Doherty. Thank heaven.
I didn't know you'd come.

This is my father.
He came to help us.

We are honored, sir.

Put down your weapons.
They'll not be needed.

Captain Martin is dead.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Easy, girl. Easy.

They were trying to escape.
There was a man with him.

They never got across the river.

I hope to see the day

when Ballymore Castle
will be torn down,
stone by stone.

There was a man
with him, you say?
Would you know who he was?

I heard Michael
call him Regis, I think.

Regis?

Then it's a dark day
for all of us.

Ireland will be lamentin'
two good men.

Captain, the wind is freshening

and Lady Ann is waiting
aboard the Wicklow Queen.

I've changed my mind.
I'm not leaving.

There's no one here
to take my place.

But you're
in no condition
to stay.

♪ Oh, did you not hear
of Kate Kearney ♪

Michael.
♪ Who lives on the banks
of Killarney? ♪

♪ From the glance of her eye
shun danger and fly ♪
Oh, Michael!

Oh, Michael!
They told me
you were dead.

I told you once before
to be makin' no plans
for me funeral.

You young devil, you made it.

And Regis?
Where is he?

What happened to him?
He didn't drown?

No. I left him down
at Dr. Feeney's
to get patched up.

He was wounded.
By now, Regis O'Donnell
and Michael Martin

are officially dead,
leavin' us free to carry on
without their knowin' it.

How did you do it?
A man couldn't stay underwater
all that time.

He could, Captain,
if he came up
under an overturned boat.

Good-bye, Callahan.

Tuer.

Willie. Big Tom.

Good-bye, Aga.

But I want to stay with you.

You'll do nothin' of the sort.

But, Michael--
It'd be too dangerous a life
for a woman to share.

Good-bye, Michael.

I'll be back when I'm fit.

This isn't our fight alone.

It may be left
to our children
and grandchildren.

I can feel a chill
in my wounds.

Michael, I left my cape
up there with Big Tom.
Get it for me, will you?

Aye, sir.

Tom, Captain wants his cape.

But the captain told Tuer
to put it on the bench
on the boat.

That's right, sir.

I--