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[Rumbling]

[Rumbling intensifies]

[Coughs]

[Explosions]

[Coughing]

Well?

What's left of the GPO's
an inferno.

Whole street's been leveled.

[Gunfire, explosions continue]

[Rubble clattering]

[Man coughs]

[Gunfire]

[Indistinct whispering ]

[Explosion]

SEAN:
There's so many casualties.

Mr. Collins.
-Sean.

The GPO is ablaze.
There's too many people dying.

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

In their hearts.

We need to fight with our brains
as well as our hearts.

Well, then, it's agreed.
We avoid any more casualties.

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

[Explosions]

[Shell whistles, explosion]

[Foghorn blares]

[Bell clanking]

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Man coughs]

[Bell clanking]

[Sea gulls cawing]

-Liz, I'm --
-No.

I don't regret a thing.

[Cawing continues]

And forward march.

[Woman coughing]

[Cawing continues]

[Typewriter clicking]

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

[Door opens]

Thank you, Mrs. McGee.

MRS. McGEE:
You're welcome, sir.

[Telephone rings]

Surrender?

[Sighs]
I've taken the liberty

of drawing up
our resignation letters.

Were we not just doing
as we were instructed?

We were the ones who were doing
or not doing, nonetheless.

I repeatedly attempted
to warn you, undersecretary,

and Chief Secretary Birrell
to the dangers.

That will be
for an inquiry to establish

the truth of
or otherwise.

Since when were inquiries
interested in the truth?

Do the honorable thing,
Hammond.

[Telephone ringing]

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

that I see to the continued
administration of the country?

I've only ever
followed orders.

You may go now, Hammond.

[Telephone ringing]

[Indistinct conversations,
horses neigh, snort]

What are you looking at?

Nothing much.

Oh, we've got
a smart aleck here.

[Grunting]
Jim!

That's what a real gun
feels like.

[Spits]

[ Grunts ]

Unconditional surrender.

Get used to it.

[Grunts]

Hurry up, missy!

Move! Move! Quicker!

[Panting]

Move it!

[Crowd shouting]

-Murderers!
-Starvers of the poor!

-Floozies!
-Bastards!

-Send them to the front!
-Keep going!

-Floozies!
-Hooligans, the lot of ya's.

[Indistinct shouting]

-Murderers!
-Miss! Miss! Miss!

Will you tell me ma
you've seen me

and that I'm all right,
will ya?

-Move it!
-Will ya?

Miss!

So, you know him?

No.

WOMAN: Send them to the front!
Hooligans!

[Indistinct shouting]

Next.

Name?

MICHAEL COLLINS:
Michael Collins.

Carry on.

Name?

Stephen.

Please accompany me.

Next?
Name?

I insist on my right
as a member

of the Irish Citizen Army
to be treated --

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

I do the insisting.
Just move.

Next.

So you had no intention
of marrying me?

Look, I know...

I know things
needed to change, Lizzy,

but they were going to
change anyway.

[Whimpers]

Then you and your friends
went and did this to me?

Th-- Look at the place.
The city's in ruins.

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

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

Two years --
I was gone for two years,

and I come back to this.

This is bigger than us,
Stephen.

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

except the ringleaders
and dangerous.

Well,
I'm not going home.

-You are.
-I'm not.

I'm not going home!
I'm not going home!

You are!

Have you not seen
the state of this country?!

Yes!
No, you haven't!

You haven't! You've got money!
I've got money!

I came back
to this country --

No!

You're going.
I'm not.

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

No!

[Crying]
Get -- Get -- Get out!

[Door closes]

[Baby cooing]

The Mahons, ma'am.

[Baby crying]

Please.

Would you like some more?

[Baby coos]

You're a saint...

to feed people in your lovely
house when food is so scarce.

Was it my brother
who sent you?

PEGGY: His church.

Father Mulcahy's
at the GPO they said.

He promised to fetch me son.

But it's been three days.

[Baby coos]

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

Come on.

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

Oh, no, we're not charity.
My husband's in the army.

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

[Baby coos]

[Metal clatters]

Sylvester.

I'm terribly sorry.

[Baby fussing]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Well done.

Doubled in price
since yesterday.

I hope they remember
all this when all this is done.

One shouldn't let
one's left hand

know what one's right hand
is doing.

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

Thank you very much.

We could do
with some full-time help.

We haven't any letters
of recommendation with us.

Minnie, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't we try?

Sylvester will find you
a uniform.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sylvester.

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Indistinct conversations]

Elizab-- Elizabeth.

Thank you, Patrick.

GRETA: Mr. Hammond.

Greta.

Is it over?

Hmm. It is.

That's a relief.

Has everything been
all right?

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

Miss Lacy been comfortable?

Oh, most uncomfortable
if you ask me.

And she's been sick.

With what?

With what she shouldn't
have been doing

without a ring
on her finger.

Sorry, sir.

That's my garrulousness,
as Mrs. Hammond calls it.

[Piano plays]

Mrs. Hammond?

Yes, sir.

I'll check
on our guest first.

[Metal clanging]

MAN: Halt.

[Door opens]

[Man coughing]

[Door creaks, slams]

[Lock engages]

[Man coughs]

[Woman coughs]

I'm sorry I disobeyed you
at city hall.

Perhaps you chose right.

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

Tell me, what's the news?

We held out the week.

Come.

Come join us.

Thank you.

CHARLES: I am so sorry.

I had no idea
it would last this long.

I was desperate
to get back here.

I tried calling,

but Vanessa wouldn't even
come to the telephone.

At least you were safe.

I have many times thought
that a bullet or a shell

would have been preferable.

I know. I'm so sorry.
She can be --

VANESSA: What?

What can I be?
-Vee.

What can I be, Charles?

Come to see your whore
before your own wife.

Mrs. Hammond, please.

-Vanessa, please.
-Out.

I want her out of the house
this minute.

Vanessa, I'm sorry, but
you seemed lost in your playing.

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

than I have to.
Do you still have feelings
for her?

No, Vanessa, no.
Of course not.

Well, then,
I want her gone.

Now, then, darling,
don't be silly.

L-Look.
-Don't!

I just think we should
just sit down

and just talk
about this calmly.

Nor are we staying
in this God-forsaken country

a minute longer
than we need to!

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

No, you're not, Charles.
You're resigning.

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

Without me, this country
would be rudderless.

Sir Matthew begged me
to stay on.

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

I'm very grateful to you,
Mrs. Hammond,

for the board and the doctor.

I don't want your money.
What do you take me for?

Please leave my house!

I'm leaving.

May. May.

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Fire crackling]

[Bell dinging]

[Dinging continues]

[Dinging stops]

Won't you come to bed,
Charles?

What does --

What does she have
that I don't?

Hmm?

Stupid me.

She has a child.

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

I haven't given you
what you wanted.

Please don't leave me.

I beg you.
I beg you, Charles.

Vanessa,
I won't leave you.

Vanessa, Vanessa,
listen, listen --

Listen to me.
Listen.

I-I think you should
go back home to -- to England.

Just while I...

fix things here.

Hmm?

Yes, of course.

What --
Whatever you say.

[Horse neighs]

[Muttering]

Sir.

Mr. Sylvester said
evening brandy, sir.

And you are...?

New help, sir.
Minnie.

I wasn't aware
we were hiring.

I take it you were
not involved in this.

I'm firing
any on my staff who were.

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

No.

Oh, uh, put it there.

Thank you. Now, uh,
would you pour it, please?

Three, four, five.

Put it there.

Fine. Thank you.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Ma'am? Ma'am?

[Door closes]

Father?

FATHER MULCAHY:
I am sorry, Mrs. Mahon.

I got there too late.

Peter was shot
at the post office.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Breathes raggedly]

Thank you.

[Sobbing]

You can, of course,
apply to the unit commander

for leave
for the funeral.

My deepest condolences.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Come on in
and have a cup of tea.

Hello, Nellie.

May.

May.

I'm so happy you're safe.

What are you going to do?

I can't go home.

My father'd not have me.

I'll have to
go across the water.

There's convents there.
To hell with that.

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

And to hell with all them
who condemn you.

The world is changing.

Do you still believe
a few bullets and bombs

are gonna change anything
for me?

For any woman?

Your mother
had to give you up, Frances.

It'll be the same for me.

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

If they find out
I took that document for you,

I'll be sent to prison.

That's one solution,
I suppose.

I've taken care
of the document.

What about your friends?

Pearse?

The boys?

Should you not stand
with them?

What good would I be doing
to them in prison?

The battle's fought,
but the war's just beginning.

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

[Man coughing]

MAN #2: On your feet.

[Groans]

Name?

Thomas Clarke.

Occupation?

Tobacconist and president
of the Irish Republic.

Strip him.

[Whimpers]

[Fabric ripping]

Now,
what are you, Clarke?

President...

of the Irish Republic.

Look at him.

Look at him,
all of you bastards!

Look at him!

Your president!

King of the Fenians!

[Laughs]

I'll fix that fella someday.

If they don't fix us first.

[Bell chiming]

[Sea gulls cawing]

Ohh!

[Grunting]

[Crying]

You killed him!

You killed him!

You killed Peter!

[Continues crying]

Put your clothes on.

-Ohh!
-[Laughs]

Mr. Brophy, I --

The interest
has doubled again.

I had to wait till daylight
for the banks.

It's Sunday.
The banks are closed.

But your daddy owns one.

[Sighs]

Any good, was he?

Oh, God.

[Both laugh]

I don't understand, sir.
Where are we going?

Richmond barracks.

But I'm not
in the reserves.

General Maxwell has instructed
me to prosecute the rebels.

I need a junior.

He wants to
hold the trials immediately.

Of course, sir.

Thank you.
A great honor.

A heavy honor, Wilson.

Yes, sir.

Who's defending?

No one.

Maxwell's insisting on trial
by field court martial.

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

[Clock tower chiming]
But what about due process?

Martial law, Wilson.

Military process.

[Horse neighs]

Sylvester.

Sylvester.

Where's Sylvester?

Is my father in?

No, sir.

Bring me some sherry, dry.

And a plate of cold cuts and a
hard-boiled egg...

to his study.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

[Knock on door]

Enter.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

I'm sorry, sir,
but Mr. Sylvester said

that's all we had left
in the larder.

While Mater feeds half
of Dublin, her family starves.

I thought charity
was meant to begin at home.

Wait.

Come here. Look at me.

It's you!
The little floozie!

I'm not a floozie, sir.

You took advantage.

Please, I need the work.

My father doesn't want me
working in the laundry.

Besides, now they wouldn't
have me back, anyway.

I'm desperate
to get out of that tenement.

All of us
on top of each other.

It's no life
for me there.

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

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

But having one's floozie
about the place --

It's not really on.
It's better if you skedaddle.

Go on.

Hold on.

I wouldn't like
to see you short.

You're a good little girl.

Here.

£10?

Better than
a cheap hat, eh?

Thank you, sir.

[Door opens, closes]

MAN #3:
Company, about turn!

Mahon?

Sarge?

Your request
for compassionate leave...

Sarge?

It's been refused.

And they want you
transferred immediately

to the first regiment.

You're shipping out for France
straight away.

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

Look, Mahon, if you want to
make a run for it,

I can look the other way,
tell them I couldn't find you.

No, I'm --

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

Me wife relies
on the...separation money.

Ah.

Good luck.

♪♪

[Engine running]

Papers, please?

[Man coughing]

Can I help you, sir?

Yes.
What is all this?

It's a temporary
field hospital, sir.

In the castle?

Mm-hmm.

Military trying
to humiliate us.

That's Connolly,
isn't it?

The union leader?

It's a gangrenous wound.

[Breathing weakly]

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

[Coughs]

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

I'm sure
we do intend saving you.

And I am sure you don't.

We're British,
Mr. Connolly.

We abide
by the rule of law.

We're not savages.

Who are you?

Charles Hammond.

Assistant Undersecretary.

Well, the game has changed,
Mr. Assistant Undersecretary.

We shall see
your true colors now.

How dare you reproach me.

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

Do you have any ideas
of the problems

that you've caused us, hmm?

All of us.

Me, personally.

Like I said,
Mr. Assistant Undersecretary...

true colors.

[Coughing]

[Telephone ringing]

Half a crown for the water.
You thirsty?

Little rats.

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

'cause you're not getting it
for free.

Who's thirsty?

Nobody thirsty here, no?

You thirsty?

Half a crown, mate.

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

Thought not.

All very quiet now,
aren't we?

[Coin clatters]

Him.

It's your lucky day.

Here you go.
Ah, ah, ah!

[Hawks, spits]

Drink it up now.

Every last bit.

You dirty, little rats.

MICHAEL COLLINS:
Eyes down. No provokes.

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

[Sea gulls cawing]

Name?

Thomas Clarke.

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

or otherwise significant
in the rebellion?

STEPHEN: Yes, sir.

Step out.

[Sea gulls cawing]

Name?

James Mahon.

Is this man known
as signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant
in the rebellion?

No, sir.

COLEMAN:
I recognize him, sir.

He's one
of Connolly's commanders.

Thank you, detective.
Stand out.

[Horse neighs]

-Name.
-Michael Collins.

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

or otherwise significant
in the rebellion?

Detective?

He's a nobody, sir.

[Cawing continues]

[Indistinct conversations]

MAN: He's looking for
one of the rebels.

Stephen?

Stephen?

Stephen!

Ha!
I heard you were here.

George.

I'm here for the trials.

We're going to see
General Maxwell.

I should be there now,
in fact.

How are you, Stephen,
after...?

After what?

Elizabeth.
Have you seen her?

She's in prison.

Why?

It's her decision.

[Dog barks]

SYLVESTER:
And close the gate.

[Lock engages]

Has Mr. Butler returned,
Sylvester?

Just. He asked for supper
to be brought to his study.

He'll be relieved to know

the shops
will be reopening tomorrow.

We'll be back
to normal soon.

That is a relief, ma'am.

EDWARD: Dolly!
Come here!

Goodness sake, Edward,
what's going on?

My money is gone.

Gone where?

From this desk --
robbed.

Someone has forced
their way in and taken it.

You, with your poor people
and your charity.

One of them did this.

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

How could they
possibly have known --

That girl -- the maid.
She saw me doing my accounts.

Where is she?

She didn't
show up today.

Why didn't you
tell me?

I'm terribly sorry,
ma'am.

I presumed someone
had given her the day off.

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

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

What's her address?
Where does she live?

[Bell ringing]
-Minnie, wasn't it, mama?

Minnie? Minnie what?

The door Sylvester, please.

Brunswick Street
police station, please.

-Please, calm down.
-Yes. Edward Butler.

Yes, I wish to report a crime --
a robbery.

Fitzwilliam Square.

Do not touch anything, Harry.
Either of you.

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

Thank you.

Yes. Hello.

Thank you.

As soon as possible,
please.

Thank you.

EDWARD:
They're on their way.

Where are you going?

[Sighs]

Our daughter is in prison,
Edward.

You're going there?

Yes, of course.

I forbid you to go.

She's our daughter
no longer.

You speak for yourself,
Edward.

But she is still my daughter,
and if she is in trouble,

I will do whatever I can
to help her.

Sylvester.

[Door opens, closes]

There's needs of course,
we cannot cater for, but --

[Knock on door]

Mr. Hammond...

We raided Pearse's school,

and we found this
in one of the classrooms.

We've been through
the employee records,

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

Thank you, detective.

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

[Bell chiming in distance]

Maxwell --
He's pre-judged them.

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

I must follow orders.

Then why bother
with this at all?

What can we do for them,
Mr. Wylie?

See that these men
get as fair a trial as possible

under the circumstances.

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

For the charge of assisting
the enemy at time of war

to stick, there still
has to be some evidence.

Yes.
Their own proclamation.

Our "gallant allies"
in Europe.

Hmm, could refer
to the Belgians, the Serbs,

or the Finns
as much as the Germans.

Stronger evidence
is needed.

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

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Latch disengages]

George Wilson.

I expect you know who I am.

I was writing a letter
to my mother.

I'm sorry
if I interrupted.

I was finished.

Would you like
a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Why are you here,
Mr. Wilson?

A courtesy, Mr. Pearse.

The senior prosecutor,
Mr. Wylie, has asked me

to inform you of the charges you
and your fellow leaders face.

The charge is of assisting
His Majesty's enemies

in a time of war,
a capital offense.

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

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

In a field court martial,

you will not be entitled
to such.

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

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

Mr. Pearse,
as prosecuting counsel,

it is not
Lieutenant Wylie's role,

nor mine,
to advise you in your defense.

I'm grateful for that.

Just to go back, if --

for such a charge
to be upheld,

you would need evidence.

[Clears throat]

And if no such
evidence emerges,

then you and your comrades
will face the lesser charges

of rebellion and incitement
to cause disaffection.

These are not
capital offenses.

Well, I'm grateful to you,
Mr. Wilson,

and to your Mr. Wylie.

[Clears throat]

Would you like me to see

that your mother
receives your letter?

I'm sure our,
uh, friends

will want to read it
when I'm done.

[Train whistle blows]

What was it
you said to Pearse?

Exactly
what you told me.

And he writes
a postscript to his mother,

asking her to send his thanks
and warmest regards

to his good friend
the Kaiser?

What's his game?

He must want to die.

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

What about
the other leaders?

He signed
their death warrants, too.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

BRIGADIER BLACKADER:
Patrick Henry Pearse,

it is charged
that you did take part

in an armed rebellion

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

-You should have stayed home!
-Whores!

-Murdering bastards!
-Whores!

-You shamed us all!
-Shame on you!

-Ought to be ashamed!
-You should have stayed at home!

Chin up, girls.

-Whores!
-Murderer!

WOMAN:
You should have stayed at home!

-Murdering bastards!
-Murderers!

[Crowd shouting indistinctly]

[Door creaks]

Remember, don't let them
see your fear.

Ah!

[Door slams, latch engages]

Aah!

[Door slams, latch engages]

What are you doing here,
Charles?

I couldn't stop thinking
about you, May.

Did you have something
to say to me?

Sorry?

Oh, yes.
Of course.

I'm sorry, May.

Vanessa treated you
abominably.

What about
how you treated me?

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

But I've decided
I'm not going to resign

and return home
to England immediately,

like Vanessa
wants me to.

I'm going to stay here and put
things back the way they were.

I-I'll fix everything, May.

All these little boxes

you put the different parts
of your life in --

Charles, they've collapsed.

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

I'm serious this time, May.

You and I will have
this child together.

I-I have it all
worked out.

Even -- Even if you
could work it out,

I'm not prepared to live
in one of your boxes.

But why?

Because I don't love you,
Charles.

[Breathing heavily]

WOMEN: Hail Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.

-[Gracie crying]
-Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Here, ma.

What's this?

It's for Peter.

So he can have
a proper funeral.

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

Have a hearse and...

Where did you get it, Min?

Mrs. Butler gave it us...

when she heard.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

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

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

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

Blessed art thou
amongst women...

BLACKADER: Such act
as calculated to be prejudicial

to the defense of the realm,

and being done
with the intention

and for the purpose
of assisting the enemy.

Sentenced to death
by firing squad.

-Squad 'tion.
[Boots stomp in unison]

-Ready.
[Rifles clatter in unison]

-Aim.
[Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire!
[Gunshots]

[Metal clacking]

SERGEANT: 37, Mahon, James.

112, Fitzgerald, Desmond.

104, Houston, John.

54, Cosgrave, William.

88...
41...

...George.
89...

-Squad 'tion!
[Boots stomp in unison]

SERGEANT: 41, McGarry...

-Ready.
[Rifles clatter in unison]

[Clanking continues]

-Aim.
[Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire!
[Gunshots]

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

[Gunshots]

-Ready.
[Rifles clatter in unison]

-Aim.
[Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire!
[Gunshots]