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♪♪

COLEMAN: Break it down.

[Lock breaking]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]
What are you doing?

My God, what are you doing?
Where are they?

Who?
You know
who I'm talking about.

No. They're good girls.
MAN: They're not in here!

They haven't done
anything wrong.

Oh, my God,
what are you doing?!
Where are they!

No!
Get out of my house!

Get out of my house!

MAN: Open that one there.

What are you doing
in my house?

The back room.
They're not there!
Nobody's here!

Under the bed!
You've no right.

COLEMAN: Where are they,
Mrs. Cosgrave?

They're out, I told you.

[Door creaks]

It's empty.

That's the attic.

No one's been up there since
Mr. Cosgrave passed away.

[Breathing shallowly]

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

[Gun cocks]

There's nothing
up there!

[Door closes in distance]

[Door squeaks]
MAN:
Where does this door lead?

Where's this lead?
NELLIE: It's an alleyway!

Detective! Detective here!
Back door!

Detective!

[Door slams]

MAN #2: Check the alleyway
up and down.

[Exhales deeply]

[Door closes in distance]

[Pigeons cooing]

[Pigeons flying off]

[Bell tolling]

[Thunder rumbles]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Doors clanging]

[Door creaks]

[Latch clangs]

Haven't I had enough
to contend with?

Why did you have them fetch me
to this place, Jimmy?

We're allowed to see
one person before.

I want your forgiveness.

My boy is dead.

Buried without his father.

Who I discover's been sent
back to the front

without being allowed
to bury his only son

because of this trouble.

I can't forgive you.

[Cries]

That's the only reason I came,
Jimmy.

[Voice breaking] To tell you
I can't forgive you.

God help me.

[Pounding on door]

Jimmy, get me out.

[Pounding]

[Sniffles]
Sorry. I'm sorry.

[Lock slides open]

[Pounding]
[Sobbing]

[Latch opens]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Door closes]

[Crying]

[Engine running]

[Engine stops]

[Door creaks open]

[Groaning]

CAPTAIN HEATHCOTE:
Sit the man down!

MAN: [Groaning]

Priest!

[Breathing shallowly]

PRIEST:
[Whispering indistinctly]

Miss?

[Groaning]

Close the gate!

[Gate closes]

Attention!
[Footsteps]

Ready!
[Guns click]

Aim!
[Guns cock]

Fire!
[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gate closes]

MAN: 'tion!

Squad, right turn!

[Stomping]

[Footsteps]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

I lost my nerve, George.

GEORGE:
And I am glad you did,

and no one needs
to know about this,

so long as you agree
to return to duty.
How can I lead my men?

If you refuse
to return to duty,

you'll face
a court martial.

Cowardice and desertion.

At best,
your reputation is in tatters,

and you'll have
to wear the badge of a coward

for the rest of your life.

I can't go back.

[Sighs]

Everyone now marches
to the military drum.

[Scoffs]

Even the lawyers,
the champions of civil society.

Stephen, I'm begging you.
Ideals are all very well
and good in theory, George,

but this world
is one large slaughterhouse.

You should be back
with your own.

Am I not
with my own, Stephen?

Are you?

I'm sorry, Nellie.

[Engine whirs in distance]

I'm going to turn myself in.

No, May,
you can't give in to them.

They're not gonna stop
until they find me.

I can't go on
hiding like this.

You have to think
of your future.

I'll sort it.

Trust me.

[Lock disengages]

[Lock clangs]

[Door creaks open]

[Footsteps]

CAPTAIN HEATHCOTE:
Stand to attention.

Stand him up.

JIMMY: [Grunts]

You, James Mahon,
did take part

in an armed rebellion
against his majesty, the King,

and having been tried
by courts martial,

are found guilty
and sentenced to death.

Handcuff him.

All of
your personal belongings

will be delivered
to your family.

[Doors closing]

♪♪

MAN: On your feet.

♪♪

Stand tall, men!

♪♪

Wait there.

At ease!

MISS QUINN: I came out to fight
for an Irish Ireland,

and I'm willing to give my life
in the pursuit of it.

We'll have to release you.

I'm willing to die
for Ireland.

That's good, but too many
have died for it already.

Please discharge
the prisoner.
MAN: Yes, sir.

Name.

[Panting]

George.

Good God, Lizzy.

Please take a seat,
Miss Butler.

This prisoner poses no threat.
You may leave.

MAN: Yes, sir.

You should be defending us,
George.

And you shouldn't have been
out there in the first place.

What were you thinking?
Why shouldn't I?

[Scoffs]

Nine days of these
damned trials.

We've done our best.

Between the accused
who refuse to defend themselves,

and a regime intent on
drowning this rebellion

in a sea of blood...

Was there a prisoner
named Jimmy --

James Mahon, George?

He's been tried already,

refused to even recognize
the court.

What could we do?

What do you mean,
what could you do?

Good God, you've been here
at Kilmainham, Lizzy.

You women must have heard them
every morning.

I wouldn't have thought
you and this man were --

Which morning, George?

I understand General Maxwell
ratified the sentence yesterday.

[Door closes in distance]

Why do you ask about him,

you don't ask anything
about Stephen?

[Cries]

We need to talk about your case,
Lizzy.

I'll do all I can for you,
recommend leniency.

If you testify
that you were misled,

perhaps by
this Mahon character,

you can say
he persuaded you.

Why is it you men think

that every serious thing
that a woman does

is the result of being in love
with some man?

Or being misled
by some man?

I beg your pardon,
I was only trying to help.

I know what
you were trying to do.

What every man tries to do
to every woman,

but I know my own mind,
George.

In that case,
I have no alternative.

You'll be detained here
to await sentencing.

Take her!

[Crying]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Laughter, bell clanging]

MINNIE:
What did the Police want?

Was it it about Peter?

PEGGY: It was Jimmy.

Is he okay?
Why did he want to see you?

He just wanted to know
we were all right.

The Police came out all this way
to get you

so Jimmy could ask
if we're all right.

They're going to shoot him,
aren't they?

Not after Peter,
and now Da being sent off.

What are we going to do?

We keep going, Minnie.

[Sighs]

That's what
we've got to do.

It's all we can do.

You should be gone to work.

My uncle's
going to be executed,

has been for all I know.

To hell with work!

Mrs. Butler gave us the money
for Peter's funeral.

Without that,
I don't know how
we'd be surviving.

So hurry along and
don't be abusing that
good woman's generosity.

I earned
that money myself.

How could you earn 10 pounds
skivvying?

[Baby coos]

Hmm?

She's a saint.

The one good thing
that's happened to us.

[Door shuts]

[Baby crying]

[Baby crying in distance]

MINNIE:
[Breathing shallowly]

[Crying]

Can your friends at the Castle
not do anything?

I talked to Hammond
for you.

The under-under something
or other.

[Coughs]

He tells me
that they're powerless.

Secret executions,
dawn raids,

hundreds, thousands
being held without charges.

General Maxwell acting like
an Eastern Potentate.

And these are the people
you tell me

that we must remain loyal to,
Edward?

They are stamping out
disloyalty.
No, Edward.

Forced loyalty is slavery.

[Gasps]

What is it?

Nothing.

Since Elizabeth was named
amongst the rebel prisoners,

many of my oldest
and best customers

have asked to withdraw
their business.

I don't blame them

not wanting to bank
with someone

whose own child
was among the rabble.

She isn't a child, Edward,

and they are not rabble.

However much
you or your friends

might disagree with them.

And it's your bank.

Let the old families
leave.

There will be new ones.

They're our people, Dolly.

Well, my people at least.

Well, you can be
England's slave,

and that of
your customers.

But not me.

What is it you've got
against her, Coleman?

Me -- I can understand why
you wouldn't like me.

But Lizzy,
she's different.

She wants to help people,

those less fortunate
than herself.

Well, wastrel that I am,

I'd give anything for her,
because she's my better self.

Withdraw your statement,
Coleman.

It's a pack of lies,
anyway.

Say you were mistaken.

Is this the money
your father reported stolen?

That was taken
by a slavey

my mother
ill-advisedly took on.

This money is mine.

Now it's yours.

Bribing a detective.

[Scoffs]

I wonder what your father
will make of this.

[Engine whirs in distance]

[Birds cawing]

[Inhales deeply]

Prisoners,
by order of General Maxwell,

all further death sentences
have been commuted to life

with immediate effect.

Thank God.

Have these men taken
to Richmond barracks.
MAN: Yes, sir.

[Exhales deeply]

[Sobbing]

[Vomiting]

MAN:
Prisoners, right turn.

Follow me.

[Birds tweet]

And what is the purpose
of your journey?

BOY: Evening news!
First edition!

[Horn honks]
Prime Minister Asquith
in Dublin!

Evening news!
First edition!

[Gates open]

[Telephone ringing,
Indistinct conversations,

[Knocks on door]
CHARLES: Enter!

[Door opens]

MAY:
I've come to turn myself in.

[Telephone rings]

This document you stole,
I can bury it.

How?

I'll say that it was, in fact,
a military intelligence ruse

to mislead the rebels.

I'll say that I asked you
to convey it to them.

Why would you help me
like that?

As you know, Vanessa and I
have long wanted a child.

[Telephone rings]

All charges
would go away, May.

Perhaps I could even arrange
for a promotion.

It really will be
for the best.

And I don't want our child
to be born in prison.

So it's about you,
your child.

This world
is not a welcoming place

to illegitimate children.

Or to fallen women.
How did I fall, Charles?

Did I fall alone?
It's how the world sees it.

And I didn't cause you
to commit treason.

[Knock on door]

Come in.
[Door opens]

Miss Lacy.

COLEMAN: I heard you were
in the building.

Excuse me, Detective,
I'm talking with Miss Lacy.

Mr. Hammond,
you know we've been wanting

to have a word with her
for a number of days now.

This matter is now subject
to royal inquiry,

and therefore,
outside your jurisdiction

and within mine.

Miss Lacy?

Thank you, Detective.

Let me know.

Soon.

[Engine whirring]

[Brakes squeal]

McAULEY:
Right, Mahon, Swan, Murphy,

De Valera, out you get.

Come on, come on!

[Horn honks]

So, you're the Spaniard.
I'm an Irishman.

Malone and the rest
of us could have held
there a lot longer

if you'd sent those
reinforcements as agreed.

As a leader,
I followed my conscience.

My conscience is clear.

It shouldn't be.

[Door opens]

Jimmy Mahon!

[Chuckles]

I'll be damned, huh?
He's risen from the dead.

You can't shoot a man
born to be hanged, huh?

[Laughs]

DESMOND: Attention!

[Heavy footsteps]

Our last commandant
still living.

Desmond.

At ease.

[Wind howling
indistinct conversations ]

[Clanging, footsteps]

DOLLY: George?

George, wait!

[Door closes]

GEORGE: Mrs. Butler.

Have you seen
the women prisoners?
Yes.

Elizabeth?
This morning.

Could you persuade the military
to let us see them?

I have no authority
over them.

What about Stephen?

I'm afraid he's not
in a position to help.

Could you not tell them

that we don't condone
their actions?

That we want to talk
some sense into them?

I'm sure General Maxwell
would approve,

might even
appreciate our help.

I'm begging you, George.

Take her.

[Door opens]

ELIZABETH: Mummy!

[Sobbing]

Elizabeth.

I'm so sorry.

[Crying]

I'm proud of you.

You fought
for your beliefs.

[Sniffles]
You wouldn't keep an animal
in such conditions.

They even took the photo away
I brought you.

Elizabeth,
have they told you

what they propose
doing with you?

[Sniffles]

We heard they're sending the men
to prison in England.

England.

Elizabeth, listen to me.

If you just tell them
you've been a foolish girl,

then they'll let you
come home.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

[Horses snort, engines whir]

[ Sighs ]

Daddy?

I've got a small confession
to make.

Um...

Daddy?

[Drawer opens, closes]

[Phone clicks]

Good afternoon,
the police, please.

[Indistinct conversations]

PEGGY:
He begged me to forgive him.

And did you?

I couldn't.

We can't all aspire
to our Lord's compassion.

But he will understand that,
in time,

you will forgive
your brother-in-law.

But I won't, Father.

Never.

All my life,
I've not had a choice.

[Baby cries ]
I've been told
what to do

and what me feelings
should be.

And for once,
it was my choice,

and I did what I felt
to be true.

And I felt what you must feel
every day.

I felt power over a man.

What kind of power is that
over a condemned man?

Compassion, that is what lies
in our heart.
Not mine, Father.

Mine's full of hate!

You cannot follow hatred.

That's what leads to everything
we've just been through.

You withhold your forgiveness

for a man
who faces execution

and ask me to grant you
the Lord's forgiveness?
Yeah.

I cannot do it.

I will not give you
the solace of his absolution.

[Baby coos]

Then your God's
no better than me.

[Baby coos]

It's his heart.

It appears to be
of natural causes.
See?

Didn't have to pay me a visit,
Mr. Coleman.

I simply telephoned to
say that we discovered
the missing money,

or most of it.

My father must have simply
mislaid it.

He obviously
hasn't been well.

He officially reported
the theft.

Well,
as head of the household now,

I'm happy
to withdraw the report.

And I apologize
for the waste of your time.

We'll dust the place for
fingerprints, nonetheless.
Really, Detective.

No crime has been reported
or committed.

I would have to protest
to the Commissioner.

Please.

Oh, Sylvester
will see you out.

Oh,
well, chop, chop.

No more to be done.

[Horse snorts]

[Engine whirs]

[Bike bell dings]

♪♪

MULCAHY: These executions are
an abomination, Archbishop.

The church should speak out.

The Prime Minister Mr. Asquith
is visiting Dublin today.

I'll impress upon him
the need for clemency

if the rule of law
is to sustain here.

English law?

Administered by
an English general

with no prior knowledge of
or sensitivity to Ireland.

You haven't turned Republican,
have you, Mulcahy?

[Chuckles] No.

But public opinion is changing,
Your Grace.

Every priest can feel it
in their parish.

Each execution brings
a fresh wave of public anger.

But this anger
has no public outlet.

We should lead the people,
not be led by them.

NELLIE: Come in.

I telegramed your old
Reverend Mother.

I've arranged for you
to return home.

This is my home, Auntie.
No, this is my home.

And you've turned it
upside down.

There's a wildness
in your blood, Frances.

Same as your mother.

I'm not my mother.
And just like her,

you've fallen in
with the wrong crowd.

The Reverend Mother has
found you a housekeeping job --

a widower.

A good man.

All the better
to handle you.
Handle me?

Until you settle down

and rid yourself
of these notions.

What notions?

That I might be able to live
my life as I choose to?

It's not
every illegitimate child

has the chances
you've had, Frances.

The nuns taking you
in after your mother
wouldn't have you.

Wasn't allowed to keep me.

You can't stay here,
Frances.

[Door opens, closes]

BLACKADER: Suicide is the most
cowardly act of all.

STEPHEN:
If this field court martial
finds me guilty today,

I am prepared to face
the consequences.

Do you think us so foolish

as to execute
a man of your standing?

An Irish member of Parliament,
at a time such as this?

In that case, sir,

I request that you grant me
an honorable discharge.

As I said,
do you think us so foolish?

You'll have no discharge,

either honorable
or dishonorable.

This court finds

that there was
no attempted suicide.

And that the accused

is of sufficient health
and soundness of mind

to return to the front.

But, sir...

In that case,
I wish to return to the ranks.

You want to be a hero,
Lieutenant, be a hero.

You're to be transferred to
the front in France immediately.

But you'll have to be
a hero at your current
rank, Lieutenant.

Though, rest assured,

I'll see to it
that you won't be burdened

with further honors
in the future.

[Stomps]

Yes, sir.

[Birds chirping]

INGRID:
I'm going to the Western Front.

This war
can't just be something

we ask our boys
to do for us.

It's what I want to do.

Something
to be passionate about,

like you have the law.

[Scoffs]

Most of my clients
have deserted me.

These trials,

they've destroyed
what little reputation

I was trying to build.

But you were trying
to uphold the law.

Whose law?

British law.

Exactly.

Law only functions
when society believes in it.

I have to go back
to where it holds more sway,

where I'm not seen
as some foreigner

in my own country.

I've written to my father.

I've told
I'll come back to Belfast

and help him
with the factory.

You should be pleased.

Isn't that why
you came down to Dublin?

Don't go back.

Come back to Belfast
with me.

[Birds cawing]

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry.

[Sighs]

[Wind whistling]

[Door closes]

Hello?

I saw you went
to the Castle.

Are you spying on me?
No, not you.

I went to see Charles.

He said he'd make
our problems go away.

And how would he do that?
He wants my baby.

No, May.
Maybe he's right, Fran.

What kind of life
can I hope to give it?

It will ruin both of ours.
No, that baby is yours.

I'll make our problems go away,
I told you.

All these years, I've
been going to clubs
and secret societies,

and I've heard people,
men talking about freedom,

telling me what it is,
and I've never known.

When I was out
on Easter Week, May,

for the first time in my life,
I felt what I was.

That I wasn't
the bastard orphan,

the woman who had to
go and do what a man
would have her go and do.

I didn't have to bow my head
to a Lord Lieutenant

or a Reverend Mother.

I walked tall.

I felt 10 feet tall, May.

You killed someone,
didn't you?

How do you think
we lost our freedom?

You think the English
used gentle persuasion?

It was by sword and arrow
and cannon and gun they did it.

When it wasn't,

it was by blackmail
and treachery.

Just like
your Mr. Hammond.

It's the only way
we'll get back what we've lost.

[Match strikes]

[Exhales]

Well, Asquith is welcome here
any day of the week.

I doubt they're serving
better food

in the Houses of Parliament
itself.

And a Woodbine and all
to polish it off.

[Inhales, exhales]

And there you thought
you'd scoffed your
last, Jimmy Mahon.

One of the soldiers
offered me a half crown

for a few slices of beef
and a spud.

[Laughs]

The boot is well and truly
on the other foot, now.

[Door opens]

Aren't you
going to finish?
McAULEY:
Get up! Everybody up!

You're shipping out!

On your feet, look lively!

Move it!

[Bell tolling]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

DESMOND: Jimmy.

One of the lads
heard you saying

that Mr. De Valera
let you down

at the Mount Street
bridge battle.

And that he lost his nerve
over in Kilmainham.

Yeah.

Others with him
at Boland's Mills

said he was crazy
half the week.

Well, there's a feeling
that as the only battle
commander left alive,

we should all swing in
behind him.

Yeah, but I'm Citizen's Army,
Desmond.

He's not my commandant.

All the same.

We've got to stick together.

And there's some lads saying

that they'll shoot anyone
who says he lost it.

Or wasn't the brains
behind Mount Street.

Now, I'm just
passing the word on.

Mick, d'you have a light?

McAULEY:
Alright, paddies!

Fall in, two lines, facing me!

Come on, come on!

Left turn.

Quick march.

[Clock ticking]

Mummy.

Perhaps it's a blessing
he's died...

rather than watch his world
pass away.

Your father thought
I spoiled you.

Because you were kind
and generous

and enjoyed life
while he --

He was right, Harry.

I let you live your life without
interfering or judging you.

I had hope
that you would find your own way

to becoming
a responsible grown-up.

But you haven't.

Now you are
head of the house.

You have responsibilities
thrust upon you.

The world is changing,
Harry.

So must you.

I'll change.

I promise.

From tomorrow.

[Telephone rings]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone ringing]

[Knock on door]

Enter.

[Door opens, closes]

MAY: I've considered
your proposal, sir,

to go to England to study
for the senior grade exams.

And I would like
to accept.

I'm delighted, May.

On certain conditions.

I do not wish to be beholden

to the generosity
of Mrs. Hammond again.

I'm sure other accommodation
could be arranged.
And on completion,

I will be appointed
to a senior post
back here in Dublin.

I'll see
what I can arrange.

Please do.

Thank you, sir.

[Footsteps]

[Door opens, shuts]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone rings]

[Indistinct conversation]

[Telephone ringing]

[Glasses clinking,
indistinct conversations

If it isn't
my little floozy.

There's many
were looking for you.

But I managed to put them
off your trail.

Truth is,
I'm a bit sad tonight.

Father died.

Mr. Butler?
The very one.

But before I assume
the heavy burden of his mantle,

I intend to get completely
blotto one last time,

and I could do with
some company.

Plenty more
where that came from.

You got any fizz, barman?
MAN: Yeah.

[Thumps]
Smoking now.

Quite the grown-up,
aren't we?

[Indistinct conversations]

[Bell tolling]

[Ship horn honks]

[Indistinct shouting]

WOMAN:
Up the Volunteers!

[Shouting continues]

Here they come, guys!

You'll keep quiet.
You'll keep quiet!

MAN: I will on my arse,
you foreign collaborator!
Get back! Get back!

[ Shouting continues ]

[Horse whinnying]

Tommy told me they're marching
them down, as well.

Maybe they're on the boat.

They'd hardly billet us
with the women.

You've got it bad, Jimmy.

[Indistinct shouting]

WOMAN: Let us walk
our own streets!

Up the Irish!
MAN: What a place!

[Shouting continues ]

MAN:
Up the Volunteers!

[Indistinct shouting,
crowd hissing]

WOMAN: Get off me!

[Shouting continues]

MAN:
Get their hats off!

Get your hands off me!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Bike bell rings]

[Shouting continues]

♪♪

[Clanging]

♪♪

ELIZABETH: Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Get off!

MAN: Keep going!

♪♪

Jimmy!

[Grunts]

No, no, no!

Up the workers' republic!

MAN: Come on! Move on!

♪♪

JIMMY: Up the rebellion!

MAN: Come on, ladies.
Get in line, two by two.

Come on.

Forward march, ladies.

♪♪

[Birds cawing]

♪♪

[Baby cooing]

♪♪

[Horn honks]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Horse whinnies]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Shells clanging on ground]

♪♪

[Crowd cheering in distance]

Is that the Prime Minister?
I heard he was in town.

MAN: They sneaked him off
to Belfast earlier on the q.t.

The crowd's chaffing him
for executing them poor fellas.

It's the rebels
they're cheering.

Is that a fact?

Yeah.
Good God.

Well...

...Up Lizzy.

And up the bally Irish!

And up me, too!

I've got plans for
this brave new,
Hibernian world.

[Glass thuds on bar]

[Laughs]

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