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[Gunshot]

FRANCES: [Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot, stone shatters]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Bell tolling]

BOWEN-COLTHURST: Squad 'tion!

[Crows cawing]

Ready!

[Rifles cocking]

Aim!

Fire!

[Gunfire]

[Bird squawking]

[Body thuds]

Hold your arms!

[Bell tolling]

You didn't fire, private.

No, sir.

And why not?

These men were traitors,
were they not?

Are they not?!

MAN: Sir, he's still moving.

[Gunshots]

[Bird cawing]

[Gull squawking]

MICHAEL COLLINS:
To the international community
of nations

from the General Post Office,
Dublin.

MAN #2: Yes, sir.
[Telegraph clacking]

For three days,
the Irish Republic

stood against the greatest
empire in the world.

Dublin is firmly held.

All British attacks repulsed,
but our forces are surrounded.

[Dog barking,
breathing heavily, gunshot]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Gunshot]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Man laughs]

It's over.

Harris, I bet you were there

for about a couple of weeks
or something.

Hey, hey!
Just a moment, missy.

Where are you going?

Home.

I-I-I was stuck at a friend's
house at the curfew.

Is that right?

You sure about that?

I am, sir.

Not lying to me, now?

No, sir.

"No, sir."

Lieutenant!

STEPHEN:
What is it, Corporal?

This one wants to pass.

Anyone in a rebel uniform
who does not offer

unconditional surrender is
a legitimate target, Corporal.

But civilians,
especially women and children,

we're here to protect them.

[Gunshot]

-[Sighs]
-Go on.

[Dog barking]

Are you sure
we can trust them?

They're our fellow countrymen,
Corporal.

If we're not protecting them,
then who are we protecting?

If they were
good Catholics, Mulcahy,

they would be morally bound
to surrender

to the overwhelming arms

in order to prevent
useless sacrifice.

But how will we look
if we support

a foreign imperial
Protestant power

against our own,
your Grace?

For the past 20 years,
I've worked with Mr. Redmond

and the Irish Party
to see Home Rule achieved

in this country
and for the Catholic Church

to be at the center
of the new parliament.

I'm only suggesting
that we keep contact,

to keep the door open.

When I was with them
at the Post Office,

I felt something, your Grace,
something powerful,

something positive, something
we should be a part of.

They're hooligans,
Father Mulcahy,

and I forbid you to have
anything more to do with them.

The most pressing concern

is to preserve the treasures
of Mother Church.

We must see to the safety
of all movable Church property.

Yes, your Grace.

And what of the people?

Our primary duty is
to the Church.

[Bell tolling]

[Hooves clopping]

[Telephone ringing]
That's all the information
I was able to gather.

[Gunshots]
A whole brigade.

Two regiments.

By God,
we must be beating them

if they're having to
call up English brigades.

And Commandant DeValera --

he has covered
the city's approach routes?

There's a small company
in the Ballsbridge approach

under Lieutenant Malone.

And what about
the other routes?

I understand
DeValera's reluctant

to risk his men
against such odds.

[Gunshot]

Miss Carney.

Yes?

Type an order.

You follow me.

Yes, sir.

[Telegraph clicking]

The world now knows
of our stand, Mr. Connolly, sir.

Let's hope the signal
got further than Liverpool.

It looks like Liverpool
have got something for us --

British reinforcements --
a task for you, Jimmy.

I know you've been itching
for action,

and there's been little here
as yet.

You're to take the orders direct
to Lieutenant Malone.

Frances here will show you.

What about his commandant?

Let's bypass Mr. DeValera
and his scruples

and hope that the brigades
don't bypass the one bridge

that he's deigned to fortify.

-Peter?
-Uncle Jimmy.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I wanted to fight
for Ireland, too,

but all they'll let me do
is peel potatoes.

[Groans] It's my brother's boy,
Mr. Connolly.

I'm gonna have to
take him home.

It's too dangerous,
and you have your orders.

I'll send him back
with the priest later.

In the meantime,
how would you like to be

my own personal messenger?

I'd like it well, sir.

Will I get a uniform?

Well...you can take
your uncle's hat,

for he'll not be needing it.

FRANCES:
Best lose the jacket, too,

if we're to cross the city.

Checkpoints everywhere.

[Explosion]
There's no way
English capitalists

would destroy
their own property.

When it's Irish property, sir,
they'll not give a damn.

Come on. We should hurry.

Look after these
for me, yeah?

Look,
whatever you do, Peter,

stay in the building,
away from the windows.

Do exactly
what Mr. Connolly says.

-Yeah.
-Do you hear me?
-Yeah.

[Explosion]

[Bird squawks]

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

[Gunfire]

We'll be on
to the communion wafer next.

Elizabeth.

[Bird squawks]

In the new Ireland,

we'll not let all this religious
humbug divide us.

My father says socialism's
the work of the devil.

[Laughs]
Sounds like mine.

But if poverty is the work
of God, then I'm with the devil.

Is it your father
you're running from?

He wants me
to marry my cousin.

You haven't had se--

No!

[Gunshot]

[Bird squawking]

A fine pair --
two escaped brides.

There was someone else.

And?

That's why I'm here.

It seems that some things are
more important to him than me.

Maybe some things
are more important,

or maybe those things
are telling us

this person is not
the right person.

Did you have someone else?

It was more I'd changed.

How?

I began
to know my own mind.

Before this,
everything used to frighten me.

But now, in spite all this,
I'm not so afraid.

I...

[Door opens]

I'm of some use.

Are you ready?

Come on.

[Bell tolling]

[Bells chiming]

[Telephone ringing]

Well?

General Lowe thanks you
for your advice

regarding the collection
and burial of civilian bodies.

He'll set a party to it.

And?

He asked me to relay
that your misgivings

regarding their tactics
have been noted

and shall be conveyed to
General Maxwell when he arrives.

However?

He's confident
that they are commensurate

with the military situation.

And will destroy the city
and our ability to govern it.

[Telephone ringing]
I'll have to write
to Asquith again.

[Clears throat]

Sir, perhaps
we've done all we can.

We are the representatives
of His Majesty's government.

We cannot abandon our posts
until the trouble is passed.

Sir, we haven't slept
in three days.

I really
should return home.

The answer is no,
Hammond.

You may telephone
your wife.

Yes, sir.

MAN #3: At ease!

Forward!

[Bird cawing]

GRETA:
Yes. She's here, Mr. Hammond.

But she can't come
to the telephone.

Oh, she's...indisposed.

Miss Lacy -- She's fine, too.

We're all fine.

Yes, Mr. Hammond.

[Telephone cradle rings]

He says to say
he apologizes once again,

but he's not able
to leave the castle.

And does he apologize
for leaving me locked up

for the whole
Easter vacation with her?

He didn't say, ma'am.

Is she still upstairs?

Yes, ma'am.

Tell her
if she isn't down by lunch,

I will drag her down
by the hair myself.

[Vomits]

[Coughing]

[Spits]

Should I tell Mrs. Hammond
you're sick?

No, thank you.
Please don't.

[Door opens, closes]

[Spits, groans]

[Horse whinnies, snorts]

[Gunshot]

Penny, Mister?
We're starving.

Mister!

HARRY: Things must be bad.

The priests are scarpering
with the family jewels.

Mummy asked me
to come to you.

To come fetch me home?

To ask you to come home.

It's not too late.

Pater believes your truancy

is motivated by mercy
other than menace.

[Gunshot]

And it's not too late
with Stephen either.

I'm not coming home.

I'm needed here.

[Man coughs]

Harry,
why are you really here?

I swear, Lizzie, I've learned
my lesson this time.

Christ, look around you.
You should be helping us.

I don't have any money.

Anything?

I'm desperate.

Try looting.

It's a bit common.

[Sighs]

He said
he'd go to Mummy and Daddy.

He knows who they are.

I'm afraid he might cause
a scene or worse.

Who?

The money lender.

INGRID: Elizabeth.

I'll be with you in a moment,
Ingrid.

[Man coughing]

You don't deserve it.

[Man coughs]

[Man groans]

[Man coughing]

[Groaning]

[Door closes]

[Horse neighs]

BOWEN-COLTHURST: Attention.

Private.

MAN #4:
Company, fall in!

'ttention!

I could have
you court-martialled.

You should be ashamed
to stand beside these men.

Forward! Match!

Instead,
they're looking for people

to shift the dead
from the streets.

[Footsteps marching in unison]

I volunteered you,
private,

since you're not up
to real soldiery.

Left, right, left!

Yes, sir.
Left!

Yes, sir.
Left, right, left!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Left! Company, halt!

[Gulls screeching]

[Horn honks]

Ar aghaidh linn. Come on.

[Wings fluttering]

[Knock on door]

[Explosion, gunfire]

Lieutenant Malone,

-That's me.
-Jimmy Mahon.

New orders
from headquarters.

[Explosion]

Reynolds?

Sir.

All the ammo you've got.

Make every bullet count.

Yes, sir.

Mahon, wasn't it?
Yeah.

You a shot?
Yeah, I can shoot.

You?

Frances. I can shoot.

You a lassie?

I'm a lassie,
and I'm a soldier.

[Explosion]

All right.

I'll be in the abandoned house
at the top of the street.

You don't open fire
until you see me open fire.

All right, lads.

[Gunfire]

Everyone into position.

Let's go.

[Gunfire]

[Explosions]

[Birds squawking]

[Gunshot]

[Horse neighs, dog barks]

[Hooves clopping]

MAN #5:
Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left, left! Left, right, left!

[Footsteps marching in unison]

Jesus.
There's loads of them.

[Rifle cocks]

Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left!

[Gunshot]
It's started.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Gunfire]

Give me the Mauser.

Yeah.

[Rifle cocks]

[Gunfire continues]

[Screaming]

[Laughter]

[Explosion]

HARRY: Ah! If it isn't
me old pal, Georgie Wilson.

I thought
I'd find you here.

Stand me a drink?

I'm looking for Ingrid,
Harry.

Ah. Your Belfast ice maiden
with the fiery heart.

Yeah, well,
she's come down from Belfast.

I tried to send her home,
but she ran away.

Disobedient filly.

Try and be serious for once
in your life, can you?

[Explosion]
There's a war zone out there.

They're shelling the hell
out of the quays.

Well, perhaps I can help you
in your quest, but...

A glass of porter and a whiskey
for my friend, please.

A large one.

And I haven't eaten
since yesterday.

[Explosion]

And a sandwich.

I can do you a few slices
of ham, but it will cost you.

[Laughs]

[Indistinct conversations,
explosion]

Go ahead.

I went to see Lizzy today.

She's helping
in a field hospital.

There was an Ulster girl
with her.

Pretty young thing.

I think they were shipping her
out to a hospital -- the Mater.

I better go.
It's across town!

It will take you half the day
to get there with the brouhaha.

And a fella can't march
on an empty stomach.

[Gunfire]

Georgie!

[Baby screams]
Father, please, come back.
We're desperate, will ya?

Father!

We need food, Father.

The bakeries are all closed,

them that the rebels
haven't taken over.

I can offer neither bread
nor milk,

but if you've a message
for a loved one

involved in the rebellion,
I'll take it.

WOMAN: What are you doing,
taking those bastards' side?

Aren't they the reason
we're starving?

Somebody must look
to their spiritual well-being.

What about ours?

Where was the Church
when the poor needed them?

Should be ashamed
of yourself.

Father, I've a message
for my son, Peter Mahon.

What's the message?

He's only 11.
Tell him he's to come home.

I'll take him home myself.

[Clanking]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Piano plays]

[Door opens, creaks]

Miss Lacy,
you're up at last.

Sorry, Mrs. Hammond.
I wasn't feeling very well.

Hmm. Greta told me.

It has passed.

Sherry?

I really shouldn't.

I insist.

You may leave us, Greta.

You know, Miss Lacy...

[Door opens, closes]

...your stay might be
more pleasant for us both

if we got to know each other
a little.

[Clock chiming]

[Clears throat]

I suppose you know people
involved in this trouble.

No. Why should I?

It's a small place.

I don't know anything
about it.

You're Irish.

I am. But, like you, I'm
a subject of the British king.

And where
are your people from?

My family are from Cork,
Mrs. Hammond.

And what does
your father do?

He has a shop.

How quaint.

A tailor.

Mine's a Sea Lord.

He's at the Admiralty.

What do you do,
Mrs. Hammond?

A lady does not do,
Miss Lacy.

Drink your sherry.

I can't.

Greta said you were ill
yesterday morning, too.

I shall
have to call a doctor.

Please don't.
It's not necessary.

You're my guest.
I insist.

[Fire crackling]

[Piano plays]

FULSILIER O'HANLON: These
English Tommies are welcome

to the scrap, if you ask me.

Sinn Feiners might be
a bunch of bastards...

but they're
our bunch of bastards.

I don't like being asked
to fire on them, you know?

[Groans]

The sooner we do this,
the sooner it gets done.

Yeah.

[Insects buzzing]

♪♪

You all right,
fella?

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

Where are you going?

We have orders.

[Gunfire]

GENERAL LOWE:
Would you repeat that, please?

-2nd Battalion here.
-I see.

No, no, uh, captain.

You may not have permission
to reroute

via the Baggott Street Bridge,
nor the Leeson Street Bridge

or any other damn bridge.

The British army will not
retreat in the face of a rabble.

The Sherwood Foresters will come
through at all costs as ordered.

[Telephone cradle rings]
Yes, Mr. Hammond?

You asked to see me, sir.

Yes. General Maxwell
has been appointed to deal

with the situation
by whatever means necessary.

Kindly inform Mr. Nathan
that all future communications

with Mr. Asquith
and the government

must pass through
this office.

General, a list
of all the ringleaders --

names, addresses,
places of work.

Thank you,
Detective Coleman.

Good day, Mr. Hammond.

[Explosion]

[Telephone rings]

What sort of a ragtag mob
is this that thinks

it can take on
the British Army? [Chuckles]

MAN #7:
Where's that coming from?!

[Gunshot]

Upper window!

[Gunfire]

[Men screaming]

[Gunfire continues]

They keep sending them in!

The common man's life is nothing
to these people.

My own brother's
a soldier.

Yet you keep
putting them down.

[Gunfire]

We're all slaves
to our masters.

[Gunfire]

[Man screams, whistle blows]

-What's that?
-Fall back!

MAN #8:
Move the dead and wounded!

Jesus Christ,
they're playing at war

like it's a game
of football.

[Gunshot]

[Dog barking]

[Whistle blows]

[Gunshot]
MAN #9: Ooh! [Screams]

[Man shouts indistinctly]

[Man groans]

-Aah!
-Got him.

[Gunfire]

Let them blast away for a bit!
We need to preserve the ammo!

Reinforcements
should be here soon.

[Gunfire continues]

♪ Soldiers are we ♪

♪ Whose lives
are pledged to Ireland ♪

♪ Some have come ♪

♪ From a land beyond the wave ♪

♪ Sworn to be free ♪

♪ No more an ancient sireland ♪

♪ Shall shelter the despot
or the slave ♪

[Explosion]
Through here.

[Singing indistinctly
in distance]

Hey, young fella.

Yes, sir?

What age are you?

14.

Just small for me age, sir.

We need scouts.

Yes, sir,
but I'm Commandant Connolly's

personal messenger, sir.

Well, it's him who ordered it,
so I'm sure he won't mind.

We need to see
where the enemy big guns are.

You think
you could help us out?

Come on.

My uncle said to stay here,
to not go near the windows.

[Gunshot]

Your uncle?

What's your name?

-Peter.
-Peter, come with me.

[Gunshots]

[Explosions]

INGRID:
Just take deep breaths.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

Just -- Just hold still.
Ingrid?

Thank goodness you're safe.

George.

I've been looking for you
since you ran off from me.

I didn't ask you to.

And you were happy enough
to be rid of me before.

I'm sorry.

Three days ago,
I would have followed you

to the ends of the Earth.

[Explosion]
But now I'm a nurse.

I feel like God's telling me
to do it.

Ingrid,
this is no place for you.

Follow me, Ingrid.

You have the law,
and I have patients to see to.

[Explosion]

[Baby cries]

[Bell tolling, dog barking]

SADIE: Look. It's Da.

[Baby crying]

You're back already?

Just wanted to see you --
see you all.

Sadie.

[Baby crying]

Minnie, give your Da a hug,
will you?

Sorry if I've been harsh
with you, Minnie love.

Something happen,
Art?

No, no.
Where's Peter?

Come upstairs,
and we'll talk.

Come on.

Minnie,
look after your sisters.

[Laughter, explosion]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

We've been looking for you.

You got the money?

[Explosion]

Well, I really must be
elsewhere.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Gunfire]

[Explosion]

I'm not waiting. Hurry up.

[Woman laughs]

[Explosion]

[Bell clanging]

Come in, please, Doctor.

Thank you.

Just this way.

Miss Lacy's upstairs.

She hasn't been feeling
very well.

[Horse whinnies]

You're back.

There's a flood of refugees
streaming down Mount Street.

Good God.

Ballsbridge is like
the Western Front.

[Shotgun cocks]

Is that shotgun
really necessary, Edward?

Food has not been brought into
the city in three days.

I had to pay three times
the market value for those.

People are desperate.

Well, maybe we should be
trying to help them, then.

Maybe we should
be getting out, Dolly.

I telephoned my sister
in Belfast this morning.

They've no trouble
up there.

They've got their troublemakers
firmly under control.

You mean the Catholics.

This is my home, Edward.

I will not leave
my children.

One of whom is a wastrel who
does not deserve our protection,

and the other who ran away
and doesn't desire it?

You leave if you wish,

but I shan't be joining you
in the Black North.

[Smooches]

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

[Insects buzzing]

[Explosions]

[Explosion]

Hey!

[Insects buzzing]

Come here!

It's not safe. Come here.

[Bird squawking]

Get off the street!

Come here.

Hey!

Come here. It's not safe.

[Gunshot]
Aah!

[Screaming]

[Breathing heavily]

[Crying]

Oh! He's a child!

He's a child!

[Rifle cocks]
He's a child!

He's only a child!

[Crying]

You're gonna be fine, my love.
You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine.

It's all right.

[Gunfire]
-Get clear!
-Check the door!

I think
they've got a fix on us!

FRANCES: Well,
we'll go down fighting!

Where are
the reinforcements?!

Where the hell
is DeValera?!

[Gunshot]
MAN #10: You two, out back.

[Gunfire]

[Coughs]

Our deaths will be
an inspiration to others.

No, you listen to me!

You can sacrifice yourself
for Gaelic Ireland another day,

but when I'm not with you!

You hear me?!
[Gunfire]

The basement! Let's go!

No!

I'm not into that blood
sacrifice shite! Come on!

[Gunfire]

♪♪

-Wait.
-Halt!

[Gunshot]
Drop them!

Frances, go, go, go!

-Drop your guns!
-How many? How many?

Two at least.
Maybe more.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Use your cover.

[Gunshot]
Aah!

[Groaning]
-You all right, Danny?

-You all right, Danny?
-[Groans]

[Gunshots]

-He's running.
-Front door.

MAN #11: Do you hear anything?

Frances!

Frances!

Halt.

[Rifle rattling]

D-D-D-Drop your weapon.

[Rifle thuds]

Turn around.

[Gunshot]
Aah!

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunfire]

Come on, Frances.
Come on.

[Gunfire]

Hang on, hang on.
Jesus.

[Crying]

-Move!
-[Screams]

He'll make it, won't he?

-Maybe.
-Come on, Peter.

[Crying]

He was hit by a bullet.

Up here.

[Gunfire]

That man -- is he dead?

-Yes, he is.
-We need the table.

Nurse, can you help me?
-Yes, miss.

-Lift him. Are you ready?
-Ready.

-All right, all right.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Put him down, put him down!

I need some bandages.
I need a clean tray.

Right away.

I think
it's gone right through.

Pack it in. More bandages.
You've got to stop the flow.

-He's losing a lot of blood.
-I need some spirits.

He's gonna be all right.
He's just a boy.

You sent him out!

Press harder.

It's all down his back.
He's lost a lot of blood.

What's his name?!

Peter.

Peter, are you listening?
We're going to save you.

All right.

You've got to fight, okay?

[Gunfire]

Peter.

Keep -- Keep holding.

Keep holding it!

[Indistinct shouting]

MAN #12: You go right!

[Indistinct shouting continues]

Cover me!
[Gunfire]

-Get up!
-Run!

[Both breathing heavily]

[Indistinct shouting]

MAN #13: Down the alley.
Got them.

-Have you, now?
-Fire!

[Gunfire]

-To the right.
-Fire!

Stop!

[Gunfire]

Go, go, go!

Don't let him get away!

MAN #14: Come on!

In there.

-Follow them!
-[Breathing heavily]

Up!

MAN #15: Watch your backs!

-Up here.
-Check on the left.

-Which way?!
-Oh, they've got to be here!

Check houses.

[Banging on door]

You go right!

[Both breathing heavily]

Open the gate!

[Gate opens]

Don't lose them!

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Both breathing heavily]

[Gunfire]

That fella
was only handing out bills.

He was trying to stop
the looting.

I know, but he must have
done something for the captain

to have told you
to shoot him.

There were others, too,
the kids -- 18, 19.

They were just bystanders.

And there's no one
you can tell?

Who'd listen to me, Peg?
I'm only a private.

I'm not
some bloody Trinity pal.

I can't go back.

PEGGY: But if you've run away,
they'll come after you.

I-It's not just that.
It's --

[Match strikes]
It's everything.

And when I saw
that dead girl today,

I just kept thinking,
that could have been Minnie.

My heart bleeds for you for
what you went through in Turkey.

Look at me.

Precious few days you have
with us.

See your own city turned against
itself, your own brother.

Ordered to shoot your own.

But you need to go back.

Lord forgive me, I don't want to
be the one ask you.

But you are.

Yeah, I am.

You need to go back.

[Sighs]

I don't even know
who I'm fighting for anymore.

You're fighting for us...

your family.

You're our king,
and we're your country.

Art,
you're fighting for us.

[Sobs]

I love you, Arthur Mahon.

[Smooches]

You're sure the priest
will bring Peter back?

Yeah?

Yeah.
Yeah, he promised he would.

[Birds squawking]

[Explosions]

They saw us.
We need to hide.

Not so keen
to die for Ireland now, are you?

I'd gladly die for it,

but I'm starting to think
I'm more use to her alive.

Besides, we've been fighting it
all wrong.

That's the way we should have
been doing it back there --

10, 15 of us holding off
a whole brigade.

Yeah.
Now finally you're talking.

I wouldn't want to
give those English sewer rats

the pleasure of killing us.

I know somewhere we can go.

It should be safe.

Go there, then.
I'm going back to the GPO.

Back to the GPO?
My nephew's in there.

[Explosion]

[Door opens]

The trouble you and
your Mr. Pearse have caused --

I'm ashamed.
That's what I am.

And what
are you dressed like?

Sometimes I wonder if you're
my sister's child at all.

Come in, and I'll feed you.

[Door opens]

[Door opens, creaks]

[Bird squawking]

It's good
of the doctor to come.

You may sit.

They said they've been
working around the clock

because of the rebellion

and it's a relief to know
that your illness is merely

a natural consequence
of your condition.

Three months gone,
he reckoned.

It's funny.

I took you
for an adventuress,

not a cheap whore.

I beg your pardon?

VANESSA: You're not the first,
Miss Lacy.

Is that so?

When Charles was in East Africa,
he grew close to a native --

My-My or La-La
or some such.

He didn't try to hide it
from me.

He told me about her.

I forbore, knowing that he would
grow tired of her, and he did.

The end of his posting,
he returned to London and to me

without so much
as a backward glance.

And there have been others,
too -- bits of local color.

But I doubt whether I,
let alone he,

could remember any of them.

But you are the first to try
a trick like this.

A trick like what,
Mrs. Hammond?

Getting yourself pregnant.

Oh, I didn't
get myself pregnant.

Your husband
got me pregnant.

See, Miss Lacy, Charles and I
were unable to have children.

A top Harley Street practitioner
found that the fault lies

with the seed, not the soil,
so I've come to the conclusion

that you must have taken
other lovers.

There has been only him,
Mrs. Hammond.

I can assure you of that.

The seed is fine
in fertile earth.

It would simply seem
that I have been able

to give him
what you have not.

[Bird squawking]

[Door opens, closes]

It's all I had
in the bottom of the larder

and the few buns I had the flour
left to make and black tea.

Go easy, now.

You're a terrible woman.

[Chuckles]

I don't agree with it,
you know,

upsetting people's live
with these wild ideas.

And it's not just me.

Everyone's against you,
all decent people.

Here.
I'll give you another drop.

[Speaks indistinctly]

[Gunfire]
I carry no arms.

I simply wish
to administer to them.

Would you deny a man
the opportunity to die

according to his beliefs?

Lieutenant!

Monsignor Mulcahy.

Lieutenant Duffy Lyons,
you know I'm no rebel.

I simply wish to give these men
whom you intend to kill

conditional absolution.

Of course, Monsignor.

But I will be grateful
if you convey to them

that we are under orders
to kill them

unless they surrender
unconditionally.

I will, Stephen.
Thank you.

Let him through.

Now.

Monsignor...
-Open it up.

...have you seen Elizabeth?

No.

Father, Father...

The Bishop said
not to let you go in alone.

Too many confessions
for one priest to hear.

Father Murphy, I'm delighted
you could join me.

I know that the archbishop
is most concerned

for the well-being
of the rebels.

[Gunfire]

Glad I could be
of some assistance.

-Yeah, someone's coming.
-Well, look who's back.

MAN #16:
Hope he brought some smokes.

[Explosion]

CORMAC: How are you, Father?
Any news?

No.

You joined the priesthood,
have you?

Yeah.

Through that way, boys.

[Gunfire]

This can't end well.

We intend to win this,
Father,

if I have anything
to do with it.

[Explosions]

[Indistinct conversations]

Father,
you're welcome back.

Did you see the archbishop?

I had hoped to bring
his blessings, Mr. Pearse,

but...I at least have
some messages for your men.

[Indistinct conversations]

Permission to report,
sir.

[Explosions]

Let me in, mate.

[Gate creaks]

[Gunfire]

[Dog barks]

[Gate creaks]

[Dog barks]

Reporting for duty.

MAN #17:
Where have you been?

Temporary leave.

[Gunfire]

[Dog barking]

[Gunfire]

Jimmy...

[Sighing]

What happened?

Yeah,
he's dead, isn't he?

[Gunshot]

[Sobs]

Oh, my God!

Jesus!

[Gasps] Oh, Jes...

[Sobs]

[Chair bangs]

[Sobbing]
Oh, he's gone, he's gone!

What happened to you, Peter?!

Oh, my...

[Sobbing]

Oh, oh!

God! What did this?

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

[Indistinct conversations]

PEARSE: And now it begins.

The assault by the English
occupier we knew would come.

But the more fierce it is,

the more we know
that we are winning.

[Explosion, baby crying]

Be assured, all our principal
positions are still intact.

The country, too,
is rising in support.

A large body of volunteers are
marching on Dublin from Dundalk.

Panic has been unleashed
amongst the authorities,

especially in the counties
of Dublin and Meath.

Wexford has risen, and a column
is marching on Dublin.

So whatever hellfires
they rain on us,

we must hold Dublin

until the country forces arrive
to relieve us.

The Irish Republic has already
held out for three full days,

and by international law,

we are now entitled
to the status of belligerents

and have earned the right
to send a delegate

to the peace conference,
which will follow the war.

[Explosion]

So let them drop their shells
on us, because I tell you again,

we are winning!

We have redeemed Dublin
from shame

and made her name glorious
once again

amongst the great cities
of the world!

[Explosion]

From our spilt blood,

the phoenix of freedom
shall arise,

and our children
and our children's children

will enjoy the happiness
and prosperity

which that freedom will bring!

Know that we have won!

[Explosion]

♪♪

[Explosions]

♪♪