All language subtitles for S2E5 - The Liam Fitzmorgan

We'll draw for it, then.

Liam?

It's meself that's drawn it.

Your passage to America's in it,

and money to tide you through

till you find the informer.

All the facts we know
of him are in there, too.

You already know them yourself.

His name's James Tyrone,

and he's a doctor.

It's all we've to go on.

The Peelers!

Swear to give him
the black feather.

Swear this, man!

I swear it.

Out the back. We'll
hold them till you're gone.

Eire forever.

What are you doing, Charlie?

Oh, I'm just trying
to figure out some way

to lock up this box.

With all the stealing
going on around here,

I figure it's better to bandage
yourself up before you get bit.

There's one thing
that makes me mad

about this whole business.

Yeah, what's that?

Whoever's stealing these things,

they don't have guts enough
to take something big enough

so you can catch him with it.

It's mostly little things,
and half the time

the people don't know
they're gone.

He ain't gonna get
my stuff, I'll tell you.

Charlie, I'm curious
about one thing.

What's that?

What do you have
that's worth stealing?

Well, uh, them imitation
pearl cufflinks of mine.

You've seen them.

How long has it been
since you've had

a dress shirt and a suit on?

Don't rightly remember.

Then what good
are your cufflinks to you?

It's the sentimental value,
that's what it is.

They was given to me by a
pretty widow back in St. Louis.

You didn't tell me about that.

Were you kinda sweet on her?

No, wasn't like that at all.

She ran a boarding house,

and you know how I like to eat.

Hey, is that Flint?

He's packing something, too.

Yeah, he sure is.

Whoa.

What's up, Flint?

I found me a visitor.

You'd better give me
a hand with him.

Charlie, get some spirits.

You'd better get a couple
of blankets while you're at it.

Easy. Easy, Bill.

Where'd you find him, Flint?

Oh, about an hour's ride out.

I stumbled on him coming back

from bringing the mail.

No sign of his horse.

Where's the major?

He's been up front
for a couple days,

looking for a place
to cross the Murdock.

River up?

Yeah. Cavalry troop
passed by a few days ago

and gave us the word.

Looks like he's
coming out of it some.

Yeah. Lift his head, Charlie.

Easy.

I...

Feel better?

Aye, aye.

I don't know. I...

My horse stumbled,
broke his leg.

When did it happen?

I don't know. Four days, a week.

I lost track.

Well, we'll get you
a place to rest

and some hot broth into you.

Is this the Adams train?

It sure is.

You looking for Major Adams?

No, I'm...

looking for a friend of mine,
a doctor.

We don't have a doctor
traveling with us this trip.

Only wish we did.

Tyrone, his name would be.

James Tyrone.

We got some Irish folks
traveling with us. They might know.

Nothing wrong with him
that a day's rest won't cure.

Let's put him in a wagon.

Come on. Give me a hand.

Buffalo steak.

It's enough
to turn a man from eating.

Well, 'tis said
some people think

it's a kind of delicacy.

Well, it's welcome
to it they are then.

Hey, did you ever
set yourself down

to eat at Paddy's Pub
on Connaught Street?

Oh, the very thought of it.

Corned beef and
fresh boiled potatoes!

And a glass of stout
with a head on it like this!

Just past the fish
and chips shop

opposite Reagan's Saloon,
wasn't it?

Oh, go on. I know your sort.

They wouldn't let you
in the garbage door.

And what were you,
one of the Dublin swells, eh?

Oh, go on with ya.

Or Leafy's now, just
off Regent Street.

Oh, they made the
grandest oyster stews there!

And a grand place it was.

None of them king-lovers
allowed inside, neither!

I'll tell you one thing.

It was the very place
that they planned

the Ash Wednesday bombings!

Denny Brogan's lads.

I was there meself.

And I suppose you led
the entire bloody thing.

Well, I done me share, but I
had commitments at the very time.

Ah, stop whistling up me sleeve.

I'll fight the man
who says I wouldn't fight...

Hold on, hold on.

The last time I was down here,

you two were about
to stage a donnybrook.

Well, if it's
not Mr. McCullough,

and how's yourself
this fine day?

I'm feeling fine,
but I got a problem

I thought you people
could help me with.

I found a man
out on the prairie,

but from his looks and
talk he's an Irishman.

I thought perhaps one
of you could put him up.

Sure, and there's no reason not.

Mr. McCullough, was he hurt?

He's tired and worn,
but he'll be all right.

Well, now, if there's
anything at all we can do...

Thanks very much.
He'll be obliged.

Mr. McCullough, sir,

that ring of mine
that was purloined,

who would've had that now?

Mr. Carney, we've had
a couple dozen people

report things stolen.

I know, I know,
but it was given to me

by my dear deceased
great grand-uncle.

An heirloom, it was.

Don't listen to him,
Mr. McCullough.

An heirloom? I know
the very ring.

If it's worth six pence,
then I'm a millionaire.

I have a right to me
own property, don't I?!

It probably fell off the
back end of a tinker's cart!

That's about the worth of it.

And what were you,
one of the lords of London?

All right! All right.

Let me get out of here before
the shillelaghs start flying.

Now, you will take care
of this fella?

Would you like me to
bring the new lad back?

No, he's resting now.
I'll bring him down tonight.

Just as you say. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Bah!

♪ ...as I stood
on the banks of the Boyne ♪

♪ As some soldiers
were going away ♪

♪ Ah, brave Irish lad
with his pale face so sad ♪

♪ To his sweetheart
these words he did say ♪

♪ "For tonight
is our last night together ♪

♪ "Where the nearest
and dearest must part ♪

♪ "For a soldier may roam
to the end of the world ♪

♪ "With his thoughts
on his loving sweetheart ♪

♪ "Let us stroll
through the meadows together ♪

♪ "Where we first
fell in love, you and I ♪

♪ "Where you taught me
to love you, dear Molly ♪

♪ "Now teach me
to bid you good-bye ♪

♪ "And perhaps
I may fall in the battle ♪

♪ "What more can
a brave soldier do? ♪

♪ "But my last dying words
will be, Molly ♪

♪ "'My mother,
my country, and you' ♪

♪ "So let us stroll
through the meadows together ♪

♪ "Where we first fell
in love, you and I ♪

♪ "Where you taught me
to love you, dear Molly ♪

♪ Now teach me
to bid you good-bye" ♪

That was lovely, Jamie.

That was fine, wasn't
it, Mr. Fitzmorgan?

Hey, by the way, what part
of the dear old place

you're from now, tell me that?

Dublin.

Oh, the times I've had
for myself in that grand city!

And when I think of it now,

it's just the time
of the racing fair,

with porter flowing
all about. And...

There'll be no fair this year.

The English are
to town for spite.

Oh, you don't say the truth.

Oh, the heathens!
The swinish heathens!

Oh, the shame of it all.

But when Denny Brogan
and his lads strike,

they'll whistle another tune.

Brogan won't be striking again.
They hung him by the neck.

They hung Denny? Aye.

Oh, that the day
would come round...

when they'd put a rope on Denny.

It wasn't a rope
that finished Denny.

It was the work of a traitor.

That's the trouble
with you Irish.

If you didn't spend so much
time fighting each other,

you might win one of these
rebellions you're always having.

There'll be no such talk as that

while Michael McDermott
is about.

He's right.

Father!

It's true enough.

Three hundred years of fighting,

and nothing to show for it but a
few pretty speeches from the scaffold.

You're not a believer
in the cause?

Oh, I didn't say that.

What was it you
were saying, then?

We don't owe
explanations to anyone.

No, we don't,
but maybe you owe us one.

Where were you when they
were hanging Denny Brogan?

I was watching...

from me cell in Ballymore.

You were with Denny?

Uh, no, it was by chance
that I happened to be there.

You saw him hang?

Could you tell us
what words he had

to say at the very end?

Could you do that, now?

Aye. Tell us the sound of it.

It was of a Wednesday, cold.

The priest was with him.

It was he
that brought them the word

there'd be no chance
for transport to a penal colony,

and not an eye flickered,
not a one.

Not that he weren't afraid.

When the cold smell of
that final darkness is upon you,

it's 'most more
than a man can do

to keep from gagging on the fear

that comes up inside him.

But they made
their minds up to it,

and they vowed
to see it through.

The priest gave them absolution,

all but two
that weren't of the faith.

And outside...

you could hear the marching

of the Black Watch up and down,

up and down,

and not a sound...

as the sergeant
walked down the corridor

with the captain by his side,

and the two guards
with their rifles at port-arms.

"It's time now, lads,"
the captain said.

Not a bad sort,

but only doing
his duty as he saw fit.

And they lashed
their hands behind them...

and marched them
off to their fate.

There was only...

the faint glimmering of dawn,

and a light mist
hanging over the scaffold,

and the sound
of the death march...

and the voice of the priest.

They didn't say anything?

They made their vows,

and they died believing
in the thing they lived for...

with their shoulders back

and not a plea or a cry,

not a sound

but that one shout from Denny.

"Freedom for Ireland!

And death to the informer."

Who is he?

Give us his name so we can
curse the sound of it!

Where is he?

He's on the run
for it, they say,

but they know where he's gone.

Wherever he is,
he'll never get away with it.

Well, as long as he's
not on the train,

I'm not gonna lose
any sleep over it.

Charlie and I
thank you for the supper

and the entertainment.

If you need anything,
Fitzmorgan, just give a yell.

All right. Good night.

Good night.

Charlie, how 'bout
teaching me this...

Eh, Laura, it's...

time to be going.

You can sleep over by my
wagon if you've a mind to.

Oh, thanks,
but I'm not tired now.

It's an odd and curious thing.

Why?

If I'd've been lost
out in the desert,

I'd've been as tired
as the dead.

That is, if I'd be
lost in the desert.

Aye. Well, I think I'll
take a turn in the air.

That'll do you good, lad.

Uh, which one
is the Grady's wagon?

The one beyond this one.

You kind of sparked
to the daughter, didn't you?

Well, I can see it in you!

No need denying it.

I see you've got an eye
for the weaker sex, same as me.

You've got a way
with the ladies, have you?

Have me moments.

But mark me, now, lad.

She's a flighty one.

Aye. What of her father?
What does he do?

Oh, he's some sort of teacher.

Latin or some such thing.

I don't rightly know, myself.

They got on the train
at St. Joe, did they?

The Gradys? Aye.

Same as everyone else.

Why does ye ask?

Oh, no reason.

No reason.

Is there a man
named Tyrone on the train?

Tyrone?

Uh, what sort of a man was he?

What did he look like?

Well, I don't know. I...

What trade was he in, then?

He was a doctor.

Oh, no, no.

There's no doctor on this train.

That's certain, isn't it.

Well, are you listening at all?

He's asking after a
Dr. Tyrone on this train,

but there's none on this train.

That's right.
None that we know of.

This fella,

uh, the fella
you're talking about,

maybe there's a reward for him

or perhaps he owes
you some money?

He'd sell the coat off
his back to the devil...

Shut your weasly mud-yard...

Well, forget I asked about it.

I promised to give him something
if I should find him.

Was nothing more than that.

Good night.

Eh, good night.

Eh, this fella.

What do you think of him
with his talk and all?

I've got half a suspicion

that's he's the very man

that's been sent
after that informer.

Or maybe he's
the informer hisself.

Miss Grady.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I thought I'd take
a turn in the air.

Would your father be about?

He went to get water. Aye.

Well, the fact of the matter is

I came to apologize
to him if there

was ought I said that sat badly.

I meant nothing personal.

I'll tell him.

And I hope you'll be
accepting my apologies, too.

Sure, I've put it
out of me mind already.

Aye, good.

Would you care for
a drop of tea?

Aye, willing,
if you'll be so kind.

Thank you.

Should you be up
and about so soon?

Well, I'm fine now.

But there was a time there
when I never thought

I'd be sharing
a sip of tea again.

It's an odd thing about
the touch of death on you.

All the things
that were most important

seem to blow away
like dust in the sand.

And a day later, it's like it
had never happened at all.

But I guess that's
the nature of man, huh?

Or else how else would

he be able to live
in the world at all?

There's a fine warm
taste to this.

It's from Dublin you are, is it?

No.

Oh, that's the reason I
was deprived of knowing you.

Well, we did live
for a time in Dublin,

but I'm really from Wexford.

Oh, Wexford.

Suppose I'll never be seeing
the land there again.

You intend to stay
in America, do you?

Well, don't you?

Well, I'm not sure.

Well...

It's best to be getting back.

You'll be telling your
father for me, yeah?

I will.

And I hope I'll be
seeing you tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Father!

What did he want?

Just to tell us he was sorry

if he hurt your feelings at all.

I'm certain we've
nothing to fear from him.

There's something about him.

Did you feel it?

Like storms under the ocean.

I'm certain he was
in the Movement.

No. He talks too quick
and easy for that.

Oh, Father.

We'll see.

Breakfast ready, Flint.

Oh, yeah?

What's the matter with you?

You know, every morning

I wake up with
a new crick or two.

By God, I've done it.

You're a born physician,
Charlie.

Yeah. Come on, let's eat.

All right.

Mr. Fitzmorgan?

Well.

Good morning, Miss Grady.

I brought you some muffins.

I didn't know if you'd
had your breakfast yet.

That's very kind of you.

They smell grand, indeed.

I hope you like them.

There's cinnamon sugar
on the tops.

I'm not one to be eating alone.

Would you be doing me
the honor of joining me?

Well, I-I should be getting back

Mr. Fitzmorgan.

You might be calling me
by my Christian name.

Liam, it is.

All right.

What is it you were
looking at back there?

I was looking
at the road and land.

It's like a sea
without an end in sight.

Aye, it is.

You know, there's
something about this land.

I felt it the day I landed.

It's like they knocked
down all the fences

and left a man free to roam

as far as he wanted to go

and be whatever he chooses.

My brother used
to talk about America.

Oh, did he, now?

Oh, he knew the whole
American Revolution,

all the battles, all the dates.

He used to tell me about it when
he came home from university.

I think he always
had it in his heart

to someday immigrate to America.

But he didn't?

No, he died.

Oh. For the cause.

No.

Consumption.

It's a green land,
Ireland, but...

there's still many a hidden tear
and darkness there yet.

Aye, it won't be a happy land
until there's freedom.

If I were a man, I'd die for it.

Well, it's certain
you wouldn't hang.

You're far too pretty for that.

Oh, now.

Oh, it's the truth.

I sometimes forget
what a fair creature

a woman can be.

Well, it's clear your standards
aren't very high, then.

Oh, I take no credit
for it at all.

The merest man with eyes in
his head could see the same thing.

It's the beauty inside
that takes the looking.

There's a kind of
a golden pride in you.

I like that.

Oh, it's just that
I'm someone from home.

Aye, yeah, there's that.

But there's something else.

So many things seem
so different to be here.

Sometimes seems like 100 years

since I left Dublin,

never sleeping but afraid

of waking up
with a gun at your head,

changing your name
till you soon forgot

the one you were born with,
on the run, on the run,

with never a minute to look
at a simple think like a sunset.

Hmm. Or a leaf.

Or a girl.

You were with the ones
that were hung, weren't you?

Aye. What of that?

Well, it's just I...

I was wondering...

How it was I wasn't
hung with them? Yes.

It was a chance thing.

We planned an attack
on a barracks.

For nights on end,

we worked on every last detail.

It was to strike a real blow,

ignite the whole land,

but somehow or other,

once we got started
everything fell apart.

Half of us were cut down

trying to climb the walls.

The rest of us
made a run for it.

I got as far as Phoenix Park

and I was arrested,

but only for
breaking the curfew.

Hmm.

I thought we played
a real lark on them,

until I heard the next day...

that Denny and the others
had been informed on.

They were all of them
so, so young...

like boys still at...

at play in the field.

To see them with their hands
lashed behind them,

walking up to their fate,

and the scaffold
looking down on them.

Oh, now, you shouldn't
be thinking that.

Well, I mean to keep 'em
inside of me like a spur, and...

Eh.

Well, there's other things
to talk about.

It's a long way to California.

What will you do
when we get to California?

I don't know. I...

I may not stay.

Well, I better be getting back.

My father'll be
wondering after me.

Oh, do you have to go?

I'd better.

Well, maybe I'll be
seeing you at the next stop.

What a beautiful thing

the smell of the morning can be.

You know, Father,

when we first had
to leave Ireland

I felt so bitter, having to
pack up at a minute's notice

and leave everything I loved.

But I explained to you
why we had to.

I know that, Father,

but I couldn't help
feeling the way I did.

Many's the night I could
almost taste the fog in Dublin,

and went to sleep crying, too.

But things seem
so different here.

It's almost like I've always
belonged in America.

Liam feels the same way, too.

He was telling me about it.

What did you tell him?

You're hurting me, Father.

What did you tell him about me?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Oh. I'm sorry, Laura.

That's all right.

But you're wrong about Liam.

I knew he was one of us.

He's an English agent.

But he fought in the Movement.

He's been telling me about it.

Do you think he'd show up
in an English uniform?

It's a trick to get
your confidence,

to make you think
he's something that he's not.

Can't you see that?

I don't want you
to see him again.

But, Father...

He's one of them, as I told ya.

How could you know
something like that?

I've got proof of it!

He's been asking on the sly
for a Dr. Tyrone.

Tyrone?

He can't be.

I believed him.

I believed everything
he told me.

It was like I'd known him
all my life.

It isn't fair!

It was like having you tell me
something and believing you

and then finding out
it was a lie.

Laura.

Sometime...

I hate him!

I could kill him!

Don't talk like a child.

What are we going to do now?

Well, we'll slip away
from the train

the first chance we get,
but don't go near him again.

Do you think I'd even
speak to him now?

And once we get away from here,

we'll find another wagon train,

change our name again,

and when we get to California,

we'll take passage
on a boat to Australia.

It's going to go on
forever, isn't it?

No.

We'll find a new life
for ourselves

when we get free
from this... Laura.

What is it, Father?

My bag. Did you move it?

No.

But it's gone.

We've got to get it back.

I'll go get Flint McCullough.

No. No, girl, no.

But someone's stolen it.

Liam, do you think?

No, he'd've come by now.

Someone else
has got it, but who?

Who?

Hi, Laura.

I've been looking
all over for you.

Here, let me help
you with that. Don't.

What is it? Just leave me alone.

What's wrong?
Just leave me alone.

Just stay away
from my father and me.

I don't want to hear you or
even see you, is that clear?

Just leave us alone.

What are you doing?

Just airing out
my blankets, that's all.

Something was eating the
skin off me all night last night.

Say, you suppose the major's
found a river crossing yet?

I don't know.

You know, Charlie, you're
gonna have to get wet

when we do cross the Murdock.

Sure. What's that
got to do with it?

Well, thinking about the way you
and water feel about each other,

I just... surprised you're
in such a hurry to get there.

You're worse than the major is.

Where are you going?

Take a walk before supper.

Don't go far;
I'm cooking something special.

What are you cooking?
Mustard greens and beef ribs.

Charlie, that's
my favorite dish.

I know that.

You mean you cooked it
just for me?

Yeah.

Charlie, I couldn't
get along with you.

He doesn't know I like 'em too.

Is your father around
somewheres, miss?

He's over there, washing up.

Thank you kindly.

Can I help you?

No, I just wanted
a friendly word

with your dear father.

Here you are, Mr. Grady.

Oh, thanks.

Is there something you wanted?

Uh, no, but there was something

I thought you might be wanting.

What are you talking about?

Er, something of yours
that was lost, missing?

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

Isn't that odd and curious, now?

'Cause there was something

that I felt quite
sure was yours.

It dropped itself
miraculously into me hands.

About two... that big it was.

And black. A bag, you might say.

But not one to carry
clothes in, oh, no.

That was the most curious part
about it all.

But don't you want to know
what's in the insides of it?

Here, I'll tell ya.
Shut your mouth.

I'm a man that can keep
things tight to myself,

even if I do say so,

so you don't have to worry
yourself on that score...

once we've made
our arrangements.

But don't you really want
to know what was inside the bag?

Uh, tools, as you might say,

and all of them inscribed

as from the Dublin College
of Surgeons.

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

Oh, don't you now,
Mr. Dr. James Tyrone.

I ought to kill you!

Leave me alone, now!
Leave me alone!

There's a note in the bag
where they'll find it.

Leave me alone...

You wretched, filthy,
little slum thief.

That sort of talk
won't do you any good...

especially when
there's someone else

who'd be very interested
in knowing certain things.

What do you want?

Just a little something
to tide me over.

How much?

Well, that's quite
a question, isn't it?

I hadn't rightly
given it much thought.

But I'm of the opinion...
What's your price?

How much? Something wrong?

Well...

Eh, sure, no, no, no.

We was just settling
a little friendly bet.

Ain't that right, Mr. Grady?

What kind of a bet, Mr. Carney?

Oh, just about a man in Dublin,

as to whether
he was alive or dead.

Mr. Grady was backing
his word with $100 gold.

Right?

Uh, yes, but first I've gotta
see the proof you say I've got.

I'd be delighted to get it,

but make sure you're
ready with the money

to pay me up when I get back.

Which way you
betting, Mr. Grady,

that the man's alive or dead?

He's dead.

Oh? What makes you so sure?

When a man's dead, he's dead.

Sounds reasonable.

Mr. Grady, if you're
in some kind of trouble...

Oh, no. What gave you that idea?

Oh, just that Mr. Carney
seems pretty sure

that the man's still alive.

He's dead.

All right.

Well, I gotta get
back to Wooster.

He's fixed me my favorite dish

for supper. Good night.

Good night.

A man's stomach was not created

to be abused by
such food as this.

It's not too bad.

Well, not for you...

but then, you've gone

and found yourself
a fair Colleen,

and sweet as the morning's dew

on the roses
of Kilkenny she is, too.

Let me give you
a small morsel of advice

if you aim to marry the girl.

I've said nothing of that.

But sure there's a glint
in your eye says it for you.

Aye, I can see
the same thing in hers, too.

Though her father
don't take much to you.

But that's
the Dublin rich for you.

I'd just as soon
not talk about it.

Where you going?

Take a turn in the air.

Wait up, I...

I got a bit
of information for you.

What?

I was onto you the first minute.

Oh, that innocent talk
didn't throw me off.

I've been around a bit myself.

What is it you're saying?

Well, you was asking
after a doctor?

Now, just this morning,
now, mark me,

I seen Carney
hiding a black bag,

same size as
a doctor's kit it was, too.

So I says to myself that...

What have you got there?

Oh, nothing.

Just some old things of mine
I was thinking of throwing away.

Let me see 'em.

Leave me alone. You've no busi...

It looks like a doctor's bag.

So you're the one.

The one?

I brought
the black feather to you.

Oh, my...

You-you think I'm the informer,

but I'm not.

Listen to me.

You've got to listen.

Seven of them you killed,

to save your own filthy neck.

I-I swear to God,
I'm not the one.

You've got to believe me.
You've got to.

I never had no politics.

I never knew anyone underground.

I never informed on nobody.
That's the truth.

I ain't no doctor.

Why, I couldn't even
cut this splinter out.

The very sight of blood
makes me sick.

Don't kill me, please.

Where did you get the bag?

I stole it.

You're lying.

I'm not.

I-I swear to... I stole it.

I'm a thief, but I never informed
on nobody, that's the truth.

I stole the bag. I stole it.

Who from?

Who from?

He might kill me
if he knew I told you.

Do you want me to scrape it
from the inside of you?

Who from?

Don't hit me again, please.

Grady. He's the one
I stole it from.

Grady.

Yes. He had it hidden
on his wagon.

If you're lying...

I'm not. I swear it.

You're not going
to peach on me, are you?

Not after I told you
what you wanted.

You're not going to do that now?

You... you can't tell him.

They'd kill me if they knew

that I was the one
that stole their stuff.

Scum.

♪ That was the day ♪

♪ We said farewell ♪

♪ Dear native land, to thee ♪

♪ And wandered forth
to find a home ♪

♪ Beyond the stormy sea ♪

About time you trimmed
that bird's nest of yours.

Oh, I'm just shaping
up a little bit.

Say, that's a pretty song,
ain't it?

Yeah.

Sure tickles me,

the way them Irish people
are always singing.

They can do a lot more
besides sing.

Yeah? What do you mean by that?

Oh, I don't know.

I've just got a feeling that

there's trouble
brewing down there.

I wouldn't worry about it, son.

If they squabble
among themselves,

they're singing
or doing something.

It's just their nature.

You know, a lot of big talk.

All Irish are that way.

I suppose you're right, Charlie.

Guess I just got
a big imagination, huh?

Maybe.

I brought
the black feather to you.

Black feather? I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'll be telling you soon enough.

I'm talking of the seven men
you sent to the noose.

You're out of your mind.

You've got no idea
what you're saying.

No?

What's this?

I found it in your bag.

Well, who told you it was mine?

Never mind that.

You're the one I've come for.

Is that all the proof
you've got to show?

Or maybe you had
a vision of some sort.

And who gave you the right
to decide on life and death?

If you've any last words...

you'd best be saying them now.

Liam! What is it?

What's wrong?

Your father's the informer
I'm sworn to kill.

That's not true.

Father was in the Movement,

but they found out about him.

That's why we're on
the run in America.

If we'd stayed, they'd
have killed him or hung him.

You're lying.

He's not a believer
in the cause.

But he is, he is!

You've got to believe that!

Liam, I love Ireland
as much as you do.

You believe that, don't you?

Then you must believe
he's not the one you're after.

You must believe it, Liam!
You must!

Do you swear that?

Do you swear it? Yes, I do!

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

It's preyed on me mind
these many months

what I had to do, I don't know.

This one you're after,

you don't know who he is?

I was certain
he was on the train.

The information was reliable.

Maybe they lied to
throw me off, I don't know.

But his name,
you don't know his name?

Aye. His name is Tyrone.

Father!

Father, his name is Tyrone.

The informer.

But it couldn't
have been you, Father.

It couldn't have been you.

Ah, Laura, please.
Please, girl, believe me.

You're all that's
ever mattered to me.

You know that.

Your mother died
the night you were born,

and I brought you into the world

in me own two hands,

no bigger than half
a loaf of bread you were,

and just the two of us
to face the world together.

And all the love that was in me,

I gave it all to you.

You know that.

And I believed you.

I believed all those stupid lies

you told me about running away

because the English
were after you.

You don't understand.

How could you! How could you!

But there was you
to think about,

don't you see?

A man has a right to hold on
to what's his, doesn't he?

'Twas their lives or mine,

but what would've
happened to you?

It wasn't that I was afraid;

it was just the thought of you.

I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear any of it.

Don't you think I've
hated myself for it?

Do you think
I close my eyes at night

without seeing their faces?

Oh, if I could change it,
if I could blot it out,

if giving up my life
would bring them back.

I know what I did
was wrong, but...

one minute in a man's life,

one decision?

Doesn't change what you did.

I know.

But you're all I have.

Don't you understand?

You're all I have now.

Sure I hate to see
you leave us, lad.

Aye, and I hate to leave.

But there's no help for it.

You haven't found
him yet, have you?

Who?

The informer.

Oh, I wish I was a braver man.

I'd set off and help you

with the deed myself.

Be grateful you're free of it.

It's not an easy thing

to swear an oath to kill a man.

I'm sorry I haven't even
got a fit horse to lend you,

but why don't you ask about?

Aye. I'll talk
to Mr. McCullough.

I'll see you before you go.

Aye. I won't be leaving
before morning.

Oh, fine.

He got him in the back.

The bullet's still in him.

Well, you got to do
something for him.

Looks pretty bad. Is he...

No, but he's bleeding
awful fast.

Bill, you got a handkerchief?

Anybody see what happened?

WOMAN: No.

From the angle, looks like

it might've come
from over there, Flint.

Someone has to do something.

He can't die.

You. You did it.

You killed him.

What are you saying, girl?

You killed him!

Do you think that?

Do you think I could
take a man's life

in cold blood, any man's?

He's fading awful fast.

Only chance he's got
is a doctor.

Oh. Father, you've got
to do something for him.

Get some blankets and quilts

and some boiling water,
and make him comfortable.

What do you know about
something like this?

You do what he says.

My father was the
best surgeon in Dublin.

Where are you going?

To get my instruments.

Sid, give Wooster a hand
and get him under the light.

McDermott, boil some water
and get some sheets.

Come on, Hawkes, let's
find out who did this.

Give me back that bag.

There's a man dying.

I need it to save his life.

He's not gonna live
to peach on me.

No, you don't!

Get him back. He's a doctor.

You can't let me
stay here to die.

I'm hurting bad.

Oh, stop whimpering. You're
not hurt bad. I just winged you,

but you better hope
that Fitzmorgan doesn't die.

If he does, Mr. Carney,
I promise you you'll hang.

Keep an eye on him, Bill.

Try and stop the bleeding.

All right.

You don't have some brandy?

I'll give you some brandy.

Oh! Don't... hurt... too tight.

Now, I haven't anything
to give you but this.

You'd better take
a long swallow of it,

'cause the bullet's very deep,

and I may have to cut
to get at it.

You...

are Tyrone.

Don't talk.

Probe?

Give it to me, girl, quickly.

Father.

Scalpel.

Why?

My brow, girl. Wipe it.

Why?

Because I'm a physician.

The other guilt that lies on me?

Yes, that was weakness,

closing my eyes,
pleading for survival.

But there's no guilt
in these hands, lad.

The gift that was
born of them is still there.

Odd, it's the only part
I couldn't run from.

It doesn't change things.

I know.

Tweezers.

Wadding, quickly.

He'll be all right now.

But his side has to be bound.

Father!

It's no use.

It's all right, Laura girl.

It's all right now.

The bag...

I remember the day
he presented it to me...

The dean himself,

so long ago.

Laura?

Yes, Father.

Remember that part.

Forget the rest of it.

Grave looks so lonely,
standing there alone.

I know.

Morning, Miss Laura. Morning.

That wound bothering you much?

No, not the wound.

I came here to take a man's life

for a cause,
and now that he's dead,

I can't separate his guilt
from what I owe him.

I don't know.

I guess that's up to a power

a lot bigger
than we are to decide.

All I know is you can't
spend your life looking back.

We heard from the major.

He's found a place to cross,
so we'll be pulling out soon.

I came by to see
if you planned to stay with us.

Aye.

I plan that.

All right! Hitch 'em up!