All language subtitles for MOLLY MAGUIRES, THE [1970] - Sean Connery

Lagen

Interested in a run of the cards?

Nothing against it.

It's penny poker,
nickel on a payout.

Nothing like music to help
you forget the day's troubles.

He's out of tune.

Poor old scut,
can't tell the difference.

He's deaf as a post since
a load of coal fell on him in '56.

You visiting here?

-l'm looking for a job.
-Tens.

-In the mines?
-Right.

From your hands,
I'd say you never dug coal.

-Right again.
-Tens bets a nickel.

-It's mine. Won the nickel.
-Beats me.

It's your deal.

It's terrible hard work down there.

Not the sort of work a man generally
comes seeking with hands like yours.

They're the only hands I've got.

You're cheating.

You're cheating.

-You're mistaken.
-I saw you too.

Dealing from the bottom of the deck.

-l'd have dealt myself a better hand.
-You cheated.

Well, there's no need for the false
accusations if it's a brawl you want.

Which one of you do I get?

(FRAZIER GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Oh!

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Sorry I had to hit you so hard.

It was important to make it look real.
More sympathy for you.

Easier for them to accept you.
Nothing personal.

Well, you've made a good start.

The fight was a clever idea.

They'll respect you now.

About all they do respect around here
is a blow on a hard head.

This gang is crazy, McParlan.
They lost a strike,

and they think they can win
what they lost with gunpowder.

That's not crazy, it's only Irish.

I don't find it amusing.

WeII,

you're Welsh, Captain.

Now,

we know there is an organization,

the Ancient Order of Hibernians.

Nothing wrong. They're legal.
The Irish looking after their own.

But inside them
there's another bunch, see,

using the Hibernians as cover,

calling themselves the Molly Maguires

after some gang of cutthroats
back in Ireland.

They're all over the coalfields.

I sent in agents at other mines,
had two found at the bottom of shafts

and one never found at all.

It's your turn here.

I'll do the job for you.

The leaders, that's who I want.

I think I know who they are.

I think they're here, in this very town.

But thinking's not enough.
I got to get them red-handed.

Oh, you'll have them.

You treat them lightly,
you'll end up like my other men.

I didn't volunteer to fail.

I've failed enough
in this country already.

The streets haven't exactly
been paved with gold for me.

But I've had my fill
of empty pockets, Captain.

I'm tired of being
at the bottom of the barrel.

I'm tired of always looking up.

I want to look down.

I want the Molly Maguires.

Just bring me the evidence,
that's your job.

Get in with them, and bring me enough
evidence so we can hang the bastards.

They'll let you out in the morning.

-(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)
-(DOG BARKING)

My satchel.

It was left behind
when I was carried out last night.

There's a train leaving in 20 minutes.

Where do I get a room around here?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

What do you want?

I'll settle for a room.

Who are you?

I'm looking for work.
I need a place to stay.

They told me at the Emerald House
you had a room for rent.

-You were the one fighting last night.
-I'm not the one who started it.

What's your name?

James McKenna.

It's $1.50 a week, room and board.

Right.

You can smoke in here,
but not downstairs.

My father's ailing.

Supper's at 6:00.
If you're late, you'll not be served.

Please do your drinking in a saloon.

Excuse me, what's your name?

Miss Mary Raines.

Well, I'll try not to be too much
of a burden, Miss Mary Raines.

You'll be paying for it.

I'm looking for work.

-Any experience?
-A bit.

-Where are you from?
-Here, there.

Well, you look strong enough.

-5:00 tomorrow morning.
-5:00.

Make sure you report sober.

Enough now, you're leaving me
nothing to wash.

(JAMES CHUCKLES)

-She's a good girl.
-I can see that.

Only one left to me now.

I've buried a wife and two sons.
She's all that's left.

-You're still left.
-Aye.

When did you first go down in the mines?

Forty-two years ago.
First Ireland, and then here.

There's not many last that long.

There's always them
that's worse off than you.

I went down first when I was 12,
did you know that?

I've done what God intended for me.
I'll go to him asking no favor.

I don't believe in going
before you're called.

-MARY: You're prattling too much.
-I'm only being polite.

You know what the doctor said.
It brings on the coughing.

(DISMISSIVELY) Eh.

Do you play dominoes?

-Do you play dominoes?
-Yes.

(MARY SINGING)

I'll tell you, you'd have better luck
with the Queen.

-That one's got ambitions.
-So have I.

(JAMES SINGS ALONG)

-(MARY STOPS SINGING)
-(JAMES CONTINUES)

Here's pasties and tea for your lunch.

Thank you.

The tea will be cold
by the time you drink it.

There's no way of keeping it hot.

You needn't have risen this early
on my account.

I know, I'm paying for it.

(MINER COUGHING)

MAN: Fire!

(MEN COUGHING)

PAYMASTER: Total wages
for the week, $3.85. Next!

McKenna. James McKenna.

Aye, McKenna.

Coal mined, 14 cars
at 66 cents a car. Total, $9.24.

Deduct

two kegs of powder
at $2.50 a keg, five dollars.

Two gallons of oil
at 90 cents a gallon, $1.80.

Repair two broken drills, 30 cents.

Pickax, shovel, cap and lantern, $1.90.

Total deductions, $9.

Total wages for the week,
24 cents. Next.

Next.

Frank McAndrew.

PAYMASTER: McAndrew.

Coal mined, 30 cars
at 66 cents a car, $19.80.

Deduct three kegs of powder
at $2.50 a keg, $7.50.

Ground rental for a home, $2.

Groceries, $2.80.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Take care of them blisters.

Try rubbing a little grease into them.

I'll try that.

-Ulster, right?
-Right.

There's a way an Ulster man
has of speaking.

-Have you been long in America?
-Long enough.

I've not seen much of America.

Oh, I've been to Philadelphia,

but there's more to it than that,
I'm sure.

Have you traveled much in the country?

-A bit.
-Doing what?

(CHUCKLES)

A little of this, a little of that.

(LAUGHS)

I'm naturally nosy.

Well, you know,
we don't often get strangers here.

You might try changing
your reception committee.

And what else do we know
about this great nation of ours,

the United States of America,

whose 100th birthday
we're soon to celebrate?

We know it was founded by exiles,

immigrants,
people like many of you here,

who came from across the ocean,
seeking a better life.

And our hearts go out to those people.

We identify with them.

For they, too,
were far from the land of their birth.

They, too, were scorned,

and exploited,

and subject as you are subject

to the terrible temptation of violence.

And it becomes easy
when we think of those people,

to think only of the bloody
and violent struggle they made

in order to create this nation.

It's an easy step from there

to the belief that violence is the way

to change bad conditions
into good conditions.

An easy step,

and a false one.

Last night, a colliery
was attacked by a gang of men.

The watchman was beaten,
the mine flooded.

The men escaped
without being recognized.

But they left their calling card
in the bloody nature of what they did.

They were Molly Maguires.

I've been your priest for six years now.

Have you any notion of
how many last rites I've performed

for men killed and crippled,

or sickened to death by what
was done to them in the mines?

Do you think, any of you,

that I'm not acquainted
with the sufferings of my parish?

But I know

those sufferings will not be improved
by what happened last night.

And I warn you now,

God will judge last night's
violence as a sin,

and the people that committed that
violence will be judged as sinners,

and as certain as there's a God above,
as sinners they'll be damned.

And it's my duty
to warn these men further

of a message
from the archbishop himself.

The Church condemns
all secret societies.

And all you, who belong
to the Molly Maguires, know

that what you risk
is nothing less than excommunication.

And I say now to you wives and sisters
and mothers of these men,

pray for their repentance.

Pray for them.

They're cutting themselves
off from the Church.

Father, I'd like you
to meet Mr. McKenna.

I won't apologize for the welcome
you received when you arrived.

-You gave as good as you got.
-I did my best, Father.

You might all try turning
the other cheek.

-I've known it to work wonders.
-How's the old man, Mary?

Worn-out.

I'll see him on Tuesday night.

I trust you'll not be taken in
by the troublemakers.

I've never started no trouble, Father.

Excuse me.

JAMES: WeII,

going to church in this town
is a lively proposition.

-It's no laughing matter.
-Oh, I agree.

Talking back to the priest,
that's risking your soul.

Tell me, what's his name?

Jack Kehoe.

-Well, it takes a brave man...
-It takes a fool!

(MINER COUGHING)

What are you doing here?

-The best I can.
-Who are you?

Well, first you try
beating it out of me.

Then you send that kid,

hoping to lower my guard
with his sweet talk about Ulster.

Tell me what it takes around here
to be left in peace.

-A little information.
-You come straight to the point.

-That's a blessing.
-Why did you come?

I came here looking for privacy.
And breaking my back, the same as you.

The rest of my life, if you don't mind,

I prefer keeping to myself.

(WHISTLES)

Good night.

If you're making it a choice

between getting killed
and a little information,

well, I'm wanted for shoving the queer.

-What else?
-That's a bellyful right there.

They put you in jail
for passing homemade money.

There's better places
to hide than a mine.

It's deep.

Another week there, you'll be
greeting prison like it was a hotel.

-Try another tale.
-(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

I'm wanted for killing a man
in Buffalo, New York.

-Why did you kill him?
-Does it matter?

I didn't mean for to kill him.

We fought over a woman
and I hit him too hard.

-His woman or yours?
-I'm not one for possessions.

If the police already had you,
why did they let you go?

They didn't know who they had.
The Coal and Iron Police,

they're shortsighted about somebody
without powder in his pocket.

So now you see why
I'm anxious for privacy.

It's not just a jail I'm hoping
to avoid, it's the hangman.

That's a sorry-looking cabbage patch.

Blame the Kerrigan's goat.
It's the fourth time.

-You have to mend the fence.
-I'll lay Kerrigan out, so I will.

That won't stop the goat.

He should have that animal on a rope.

Where were the boys?
It's their job keeping watch.

I gave them leave to play.

Thick as thieves, the two
of you looked, kicking that ball.

Be careful with him, Jack.

-He's bold.
-That's no reason for trust.

It's not such a common sight
these days, a bold man.

What else is he? Besides bold?

Well, he's got a way with him.

Don't get too fond of him, Jack.

You wouldn't trust the Pope himself,
would you?

I'd trust him with souls.

It's not your soul I'm worried about.

There's only one sure way
of finding out.

-Turn him in.
-Suppose he's telling the truth?

A terrible thing on your conscience.

Sooner that than have him
a spy turning us in.

You want revenge
for the way he thrashed you.

He wouldn't stay down.
I give him credit.

-We've no proof he's a spy.
-We've no proof he's not.

Raines says he's asking questions.

What would you do in a strange town,
besides look for beer and fight?

I don't care if he's a murderer.
If we turn him in, and he's a spy...

-We're through worrying.
-They'll send someone else.

-We'll take care of him.
-They'll send more.

Can't keep them out.
It's the same in every pit.

-If not him, it's another.
-What are you saying?

-We just roll over?
-Nobody's rolling over.

-We did that once.
-That's not all.

We stayed out six months.
No one's ever done that before.

-We went back.
-They had troops.

And took less.

-We had to think of the kids.
-Look, we crawled.

They cracked the whip, we crawled.
We tried peaceful and ended begging.

We lost the battle. We'll win the war.

I don't know.

I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

We won't turn him in. Because if he's
on the square, it's a low thing to do.

If he's a spy,
we take care of him ourselves.

Show them we mean business, is that it?

Nothing simpler than that.

Don't push him out of the way next time.

He's a clever one.

He won't tip his hand. He's too smart.

There's one way to make sure.

-How, Jack? How?
-Use him.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(GRUNTING)

-(MAN GROANS)
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

You wait, Taffy! They'll be back
stuffing it down your man's throat!

-My name is not Taffy.
-I thought you're all called Taffy!

(MEN GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

-Let's go!
-Where do you think she is going?

With the winner, Taffy,
like we agreed.

It wasn't agreed by me, Paddy.

Now, Taffy, you're wounded at losing.

-While I'm overcome with sympathy...
-Enough, now. I'm warning you.

Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief,

Taffy come to my house
and stole a chunk of beef.

-(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
-(BAND PLAYING FANFARE)

That's the way to have it, now.

Two mines play against each other,
he owns both.

Whichever one wins, he can't lose.

Mr. Gowen's a fine-looking man.

You'd think he'd show the strain
of carrying all that money.

I guess that's a task
one never tires of.

He's an Irishman, the same as you.
What he did, you can do.

He's not the same as me.
He's a Protestant.

He got where he is by using
the brains God gave him.

There's no reason
anyone can't do as well.

-Well, now, I have every intention...
-(GUNSHOTS)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(GRUNTING)
-(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING STOPS)

-All right.
-(MAN COUGHING)

Clear the field. Everybody home.
Come on now.

Come on now, off with you.

Go home.

POLICEMAN: Move it out.

Let's go, let's go. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Come on! Come on, come on!

Come on. Come on!

-Tom?
(GRUNTING) What?

Are you shot, Tom? Huh?
Did he wound you with the gun?

(GROANING) No.

That Welsh bastard.
I'll take care of him.

You'll take care of nobody,
you drunken sot!

Making trouble with police all over.

They're waiting for us to move.
You're the prize they're setting up.

-Think they carry guns for ornaments?
-He tried to plug me.

I'm only sorry that he missed.

-You dented it.
-Somebody's head got in the way.

What about the Peeler?
You sorry he didn't club me to death?

-We'll handle him.
-There he goes, free as air.

We don't play their game.

I'll lay him out for you.

I'll make his head
softer than his arse.

No. Not you.

Silver plate.

Not the real thing at all.

(GRUNTS)

(STEAM WHISTLE BLOWS)

-Who did it?
-JAMES: Did What?

Now, don't play games with me.

One of my men's in the hospital
with his jaw broken.

-Who put him there?
-I did.

Nothing personal.
Important to make it look real.

-They were testing me out.
-I don't like losing good men.

You're lucky he's only in a hospital.
I saw what he did to Dougherty.

Whatever I gave him, he had it coming.

(CLATTERING)

Only rats.
You get used to them down here.

Who did the shooting?

Gomer James, Tamaqua man. Welsh.

Will Dougherty go after him now?

He wants to. His pride has been hurt,
but they're holding him back.

You encourage him. The only
way we'll get them is in the act.

We'll put a guard on James.

Not too much of a guard.

You don't want simple assault.
You want murder.

I'll take what I get.

How would you like to spend
the rest of your life down here?

I tried it when I first came over.

-How did you get out?
-Made myself useful in other ways.

I'd have to get out.
I'd kill somebody if I couldn't.

Don't get confused
about which side you're on.

I could always tell the buttered side
from the dry.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

-Evening, Mary.
-Hello, Jack.

-Some jam for the old man's tea.
-Thanks.

You're looking good, old scut.
Where were you?

We could've used you on the field.

-I'm running down like an old clock.
-You'll be ticking for a long time.

How goes the pit? Have you blasted
through that number five tunnel?

No. No, they're fearful of gas.

Well, they could trap that gas
if they blast right.

There's lashes of coal,
I could smell it.

They'll get plenty of coal out of us.
You worry about yourself.

I've nothing to worry about, Jack.

If you were 10 years younger,
I'd slap you silly for that remark.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Hello, boys. Hello.

Leave us alone, would you, Mary?

I thought you'd come
on a social visit.

Out you go, Dan.

Get on your knees.

I will now explain to you the object
of the Ancient Order of Hibernians.

We are joined to promote friendship,
unity and charity among our members.

You are expected to keep
all matters secret in your heart.

No workings of this society
shall be called to those

not known to be members.

That's right, now. That's correct.
And what's the answering sign?

No, the little finger,
the little finger.

That's the recognition sign.
(LAUGHING)

Then there's the password when you go
from one division to another.

"Will tenant right
in Ireland flourish?"

"If the people unite
and the landlords subdue."

If the people unite
and the landlords subdue.

And there's plenty of truth
in that password.

Unity, that's the answer.

Then there's the quarreling word,
when you're ready

to bash a stranger, but you want
to make certain he's not one of us.

-"Your temper is high."
-"I've good reason."

-I've good reason.
-Then you don't have to bash him.

Not one nip, Jack,
to celebrate a new convert?

Oh, he don't touch it himself.

Did the drink interfere
with your thinking, is that it?

What're you thinking now, Black Jack,
with that solemn look on your mug?

I'm thinking you'd better be
what we think you are.

I'm what you think.

'Cause if you're not, there's no hole
deep enough for you to hide this time.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm what you think I am.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Do you know what you're getting into?
Do you know what you joined?

-A legal organization.
-On the face of it.

-Respectable, law-abiding.
-You heard what the Father said.

There's no future for what
you joined except hell.

I'm a miner now.

I'll be traveling in that direction
anyway, just out of habit.

Will you come to the city with me,
just for the day?

I thought you were
different from them.

Well, come with me, find out.

-I've been to the city.
-Not with me you haven't.

JAMES: A lucky accident, I call it.

Only a few mashed fingers
for the pleasure of a day with you.

Mrs. Kehoe promised
she'd look in, didn't she?

The old man won't even know
you're gone.

When were you last in the city?

-A year ago.
-Well, it's time again, isn't it?

For a bit of enjoyment?

Or an act of charity
for a man heading for hell?

-Try this one.
-I just tried two.

Try another. Look, I intend
buying you a hat.

Now, do you want it
to your taste or to mine?

I have a hat.

I'll be back in a minute.
And damn the expense.

Where are you going?

To rob a bank to pay for the hat.

-Have you got the money?
-So they've accepted you.

In the Hibernians,
not the Mollies yet.

They will. Who was at the initiation?

That's no evidence.
The Order's secret, but it's legal.

Look, we'll judge what's evidence.
You just give me the names.

Dougherty, McAndrew,
Frazier and Kehoe.

-The money?
-What do you need it for?

I told them I was coming
to push the queer.

-I need the good stuff to show for it.
-And what is the meaning of that?

Oh, how's carelessness?

If you please, I have a lady waiting.

Don't look so sour, Captain.
It's not coming out of your pocket.

The light won't make a difference.

I had a most enjoyable day.

You can't keep putting off what
you're feeling. Why, it's unhealthy.

-Good night.
-Oh, a cup of tea?

-No, thank you.
-Or a story.

It's late for stories.

Do you take me so easy
I can be had for a trip to the city?

You think where there's wanting,
there can't be respect?

-I don't take you "easy" at all.
-Then have done with it.

There's no future here for romance.

Will you deny that?

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(BELL RINGING)

(TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-CAPTAIN: It's queer.
-Aye, so it is.

Passed by a man
answering your description.

-I've a common appearance.
-I think it was you.

-It's a free country for thought.
-You're a bad lot, McKenna.

You passed this, and you're mixed up
in what happened to that train.

(CHUCKLES)
I think you're just mixed up, Captain.

I think you're not
telling me the truth.

Oh, I wouldn't lie to you, Captain.

-You might.
-I'm on the side of law and order.

I want you in line, McKenna.
Step out of line, I'll step on you.

I'll squash you like a bug.

I'm of a mind we should improve
that bastard's manners.

We can do without his attention.

No more of this.

-(CRYING)
-Aw.

-Keep that squealer quiet.
-What do you think I'm trying?

-Stuff his head in a pillow.
-I'll stuff your head first.

We got a friend
in the Governor's chair,

and the Order means to keep him.

So it's up to you to get the vote.

Politicians, they'd sell
their mother for a vote.

The Governor grants pardons.
You could be needing one someday.

The raffle for Barney Breslin's widow.
You got the prize, Dolan?

-I've got it.
-Sell all the tickets.

They're only a penny apiece,
and she'll benefit from it.

Any new business?

All right, next meeting's two weeks
from tonight. In whose house?

-Kerrigan?
-All right.

That's it then. I declare this meeting

of the Order of Hibernians
adjourned. Good night.

-Good night, Jack.
-Good night.

-Stay a bit, why don't you?
-Huh?

Unless you're bleeding
to get back to your landlady.

(JAMES CHUCKLES)

-FRAN K: How's the hand?
-Better.

Don't let on too quick
that it's healed.

They'll send you right back down.

All right.

We've had a request from Shenandoah.

-Superintendent's giving them trouble.
-What kind?

JACK: Firing without cause,
cutting wages.

He's new and looking
to make an impression.

And we've been asked
to make an impression on him.

(CHUCKLES)

I joined the Hibernians.
"All things lawful and not otherwise."

Remember? I took an oath.

This isn't the Hibernians.

Why can't they do it themselves?

If they're seen, they'd be recognized.
Over there nobody knows us.

He'll be surrounded by Peelers.
New boss, throwing his weight around.

-They know he's asking for it.
-They won't suspect.

A hell of risk for a quarrel
that's not ours.

They're miners like us,
and they're Irishmen.

They've the same heel on their neck
as we. It's all one quarrel.

And they'd do the same for us.

I do my own quarreling.
I don't ask anyone else.

-You're not on your own now.
-They want him killed or only bashed?

-Killed.
-FRAZIER: Well, he sounds deserving.

I'm against it.
Give him a good bashing.

He'll get the drift from that.

-He's not worth hanging.
-What good's that?

-He'll be back worse than before.
-Bash him so he don't come back.

And we've done it right,
without the gallows.

-You end up on the gallows...
-(SHUSHING)

...or coughing your lungs out.
What's the difference?

It's the coarse feel
of rope I don't like.

-We'll take a vote.
-I'm for killing.

I say let's bash him,
see what he learns from it.

That kind don't learn.
They're all the same.

Our backs is where
they make their impression.

They're past learning lessons.
I say dispose of him.

I'm for that too.

I'm for bashing him.

FRANK: Mmm.

What happens with a tie?

We can't take the job,
and they give it out elsewhere.

There's no killing without a majority.

We're a democratic organization.

Well, if this is our quarrel,
like you say,

we can't have them thinking
we're soft.

They can think what they like.
How do you vote?

Kill the son of a bitch.

(HORSE WHINNIES)
-SUPERINTENDENT: Whoa, boy.

Stand where you are.

(HORSE WHINNYING)
-(YELLS)

(DOG BARKING)

A bloody reception committee.
He was supposed to be alone.

-Well, he wasn't, was he?
-Who tipped him off?

How the hell do I know?

Just shut your face
and be glad you're still alive.

Aye, if you hadn't come back
to give me a hand...

-I'm grateful for that, Jamey.
-It's all for one, and one for all.

You said he'd be surrounded.
We should've listened.

We did what we went to do.

-Easy, now.
-Easy yourself.

What are you so hot about?
Do you want me up there dead?

I'd do a lot less worrying
if you were.

She's got hands like meat cleavers.

We'll need alibis.
They'll try and trace us.

They got a look,
and there's no hiding him.

Do you think that somebody
tipped him off?

If there's informing,
it's a Shenandoah man.

They were giving him protection.
We expected that.

-They told us he'd be alone.
-They told us wrong.

Even if it's true,
it's their word against ours.

All we have to do is stick together.

(CHUCKLES) They can't get us
if we stick together, can they, now?

All for one, one for all.

You're beginning to sound
like a bloody parrot.

Go to bed and get some rest.

I'll do that.

I'll be as right as rain
in the morning.

All right.

You're worried.

They'll be coming after us now.
We must be prepared for that.

You've got to face the fact,
there might be a spy.

"One for all, and all for one."
Is that some sort of saying?

(JAMES CHUCKLES)

It's from a book about Frenchmen,
the Musketeers.

It's a sort of rallying cry
when one of them got into a scrape.

-I don't read much.
-You learn a lot from books.

I'm always meaning
to read a good book.

You know, you could have got
your lot going back for Frazier.

I've a charmed life.

Good night.

Good night, Jack.

Him, him, him, him,
the fellow in the back.

The big fellow, get him.
The one in the back. Him and him.

Come on now, get him.

Come on, get them in the wagon!

Close the door.

McKenna?

Out.

Scum. Take them off the streets,
and put them in uniform,

they're still scum. I had that
superintendent protected like a baby.

They almost got me,
if that's any consolation.

-It's not. Who did it?
-Kehoe, Frazier and me.

Ah.

-How did we do?
-He's alive, but not by much.

Kehoe's wife, two of her friends
say that he was with them

and the children all day,
never left the house.

Frazier was brawling in the saloon,
that's how he got winged.

Twelve witnesses swear to that.

Raines and his daughter say
that you were with them all day.

The daughter too?

-I wasn't quite sure she'd do that.
-Don't credit your charm.

Most likely she's one of them.
If I could charge Frazier and Kehoe

it would be your word against theirs.

Well, you'll need
a little more than that.

Oh, yes. Yes, I need them
caught in the act.

No chance of an alibi. And not just
two of them, I want the organization.

I want it smashed. Any bastard
who even dreams of making trouble,

I want him to wake up sweating at
what happened to the Molly Maguires.

Not yet.

I can't send you back unmarked.

(GROANS)

Well, it's a pleasure working
with a man who likes his job.

(INAUDIBLE)

You did a clean job.
The superintendent's dead.

(BELL TOLLING)

I used to come up here
when I was little.

There's never enough green
down where we are.

Even in summer, the trees
are black with coal dust.

Do you like riddles?

-If I know the answers.
(CHUCKLES)

All right. A bottomless barrel,
it's shaped like a hive.

Filled full of flesh,
and the flesh is alive.

-A thimble.
-Wow, you're quick. (CHUCKLES)

You have a way with chicken.

Did you catch this after the cockfights?
I got a taste of a spur.

-You have not.
-Up in the loft the round man lies,

-Looking up through a thousand eyes.
-A sieve.

You're almost as good a cook as my Ma.

Do I take that as a compliment
or an insult?

Oh, my Ma was a grand cook.

It wasn't easy making a tasty dish
out of oats stolen from a horse.

Did I thank you for lying
to the police about me?

The old man did the lying.
I only did the agreeing.

I know what a lie means
to a girl of your morality.

You've a bad habit of making jokes
on the wrong subject.

I did what had to be done,
no more and no less.

-Did you expect me to do otherwise?
-I hoped that part of it was personal.

-You can hope what you please.
-Well, I thank you for what you did.

Well, don't go thinking
I liked doing it.

Lying's a sin and killing's worse.

And I can't even go
to confession with it.

I envy your morality,
and that's the truth.

Snug in a corner, I saw the lad lie.

Fire in his heart
and a cock in his eye.

A bottle of whiskey.

Out she goes with the priest's dinner.

A hen with an egg.

Ah.

-There's no catching you.
-Not with words.

I'm what you need.

I need a decent man.

Stand by the pit-head.
You'll have many choices.

-I don't want them.
-Or go back into service.

Marry the postman, or policeman
with his decent hand

-out for what he can get.
-Oh, don't mock.

You want decency. And trust,
and honor, and a bit of security,

and all smiled upon by the law.
Do you think you get those for free?

You've been out there,
you've seen for yourself.

Decency is not for the poor.
You pay for decency, you buy it.

And you buy the law too,

-like you buy a loaf of bread.
-There's still right and wrong.

There's what you want
and what you'll pay to get it.

There's more!

'Tis round a dish was ever known,

and white as snow the look of it.

There's food and life for all mankind
yet no man ere partook of it.

Let me go.

This time you're caught.

I'm not.

Well, answer me then.

Breast milk.

(FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING)

(SCREAMS)

(CHILD CRYING)

There's no use talking further.

A man's been murdered.
He brought it on himself.

He who lives by the sword
shall perish by the sword.

But his wife's dead too
and a child's been orphaned.

Violence begets violence until
the innocent perish with the guilty.

Is there any use
my reminding you of that?

Or am I wasting my breath again?

Innocent or guilty,
these were both children of God.

They died victims
of a sinful lust for killing.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)
But at least they found their peace.

I wish I could say the same
for the rest of you.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

She saw them, she said.
Old lady Regan.

The shots woke her and she looked out,
saw them running away.

She's certain they were Peelers?

She could see the stripes
down the sides of their trousers.

You'd think for that work
they'd at least take off their uniforms.

Or they want us knowing who they are.

They're telling us it don't matter.
The law's what they say it is.

Well, there's only one way
to deal with them.

An eye for an eye.
Two of them for two of us.

Don't be such a bloody fool!

-You've a better idea?
-They want you to retaliate!

-We'll be happy to oblige!
-JAMES: You can't win that way.

They know that. They only did it
so you'd show yourself.

-They murdered him!
-The police are waiting.

-How are you so sure?
-I've had experience.

_Don't play their game!
-Frazier was our buddy!

You know what'll happen. You tell them.
They'll destroy the lot of us.

They're out to get us.

If we don't go to them,
they'll come to us.

Shoot us in our beds.

Then for God's sake, protect yourself.

They won't stop.
That's the meaning of it.

They won't stop, so we can't stop.

-You don't want to stop.
-We've been battling them

for killing us in the pit. So quit now
while they kill us in our sleep?

You don't care what happens.
Even if they did stop, you'd go on.

-There's nowhere to go.
-Knowing we'll all be destroyed?

-There's no choice. They made sure.
-You can't win!

I'm finished moving, pit after pit.

You can't win.

I won't move.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BiRD CHIRPING)

(TWIG SNAPS)

-You scared him off.
-Who?

Looks like a robin.

Looks like a robin, but who's to know
what he really is.

These days you can't judge from looks.

You like birds, Captain?

I like some birds.

You've got feathers on your mouth
like you just made a meal of one.

Well, we've got them now.
All this shooting and killing,

the citizens won't stand
for any more of it.

Put a man into the dock,
call him a Molly.

You've not done a bad job.

The Agency's very pleased,
there may be a promotion out of it.

You talk like it's finished.

We've got one of them, we'll get
the rest. It's only a matter of time.

Aye.

-They won't stop now.
-We'll see to that.

You won't have to.

They'll do everything themselves.
Everything except tie the rope.

-I tried to stop them this time.
-That was clever.

No, no, I mean I really tried.

I tried to talk them out of it.

-I tried my best.
-You were lucky you didn't succeed.

(BiRD CHIRPING)

What are you doing here anyway?

Stupid bloody bird.

I don't find birds very musical.

Singing like a bird.
What are they all going on about?

Cricket's more musical.

Kehoe. I want him most.

You'll have him.

(MINER COUGHING)

MINER 1: Kehoe!

MINER 2: Kehoe!

MINER 3: Kehoe!

The priest sent for me.

-He's inside.
-The old man?

There's nothing to do now but wait.

Hello, Father.

I've just come from Philadelphia,
seeing the archbishop there.

Dougherty's to be tried
for the killing of the superintendent.

-He had nothing to do with that.
-They're calling him an accomplice.

I thought the archbishop might use
his influence to get the charge reduced.

You're the one I blame the most.
You're the leader,

-the men listen to you.
-The men listen to you too, Father.

Come back to the Church, Kehoe.

-I never left it.
-You've put yourself outside.

Come back while there's still time.

I've tried your way.

It's been no help to me.

There's grace at the end of it.

Sin at the start and grace at the end,

bending your head in between.

I can't accept that, Father.

Then you'll die in sin.

What did the archbishop say
about Dougherty?

He's good as hanged.

There's still the trial.

-They need evidence.
-They've got it.

The archbishop told me.

You've an informer in your midst.

Who?

He didn't tell me that.

(PRAYING INDISTINCTLY)

(PRAYING CONTINUES)

(WOMEN LAMENTING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

I didn't think you touched the stuff.

I take a drop now and again.

I'm impressed by your idea of a drop.

Are you mourning that deep
for the old man?

If you ask me, he was glad to go.
No spirit left in him at all.

For Dougherty then?

There's time enough for that.

He isn't hanged yet.

You're a cool one.

That's the difference
between us, Jack.

I have no coolness in me at all.

You're burning up inside.

I saw you for that
right from the beginning.

If I were you, I'd take it easy
with that bottle.

Fuel to the fire?

Yeah, I've seen it before
with people like you.

One drop and raging
to tear up the world.

They lose all reason.

But you're a reasonable man.

-I try to keep my wits about me, yes.
-But you won't die reasonable.

Iwon't die at all.

Haven't I told you that, Jack?

I'm living forever.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(WOMEN CONTINUE)

You won't die like him.

You won't go quiet.

He never made a sound.

As near to him as I am to you
and I never heard him go.

Not even a peep.

Not even the sound a bug
makes when you step on it.

-Not even a rattle of his throat.
-He was always a soft-spoken man.

But never a song of his own.

Forty-two years in the pits,

not even an echo left
hanging in the air.

Let's hear a sound out of you now.

Make your sound now, you old bastard!

You're safe among friends.

Tell us what you've been
keeping to yourself.

Come on now, whisper it.

-You don't even have to sit up.
-They finished him, Jack.

Silence is golden, is that it?

Seen but not heard.

They beat that lesson into you,
didn't they?

-You poor, miserable son of a bitch.
-Respect for the dead!

He had it in his hands.
He knew how to use the powder.

He showed me. I'd have blown
myself up without him showing me.

Why couldn't he use it for himself?
Once, that's all, for his own benefit!

Just to show them that he was alive!

They didn't even know
that he was there!

Jack.

An animal makes a sound.

He had it to use.
Well, why didn't he use it?

It was all he had,
didn't he know that?

What more did they have to do to him?

They took everything else.

Look at him now! They haven't
even left him a suit to be buried in!

It's not right,

burying a man without proper clothes.

No, it's not!

And he'll have the suit.

They owe him that much.

ThiS'II do him.

Jack!

-Jack, let's go!
-Take him the suit.

Jamey!

UAMESLAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

We'll show them spirit, Jamey!
We're not dead yet!

(BOTH CONTINUE LAUGHING)

Thank you.

Watch here.

The Grand Inquest of the
Commonwealth of Pennsylvania,

inquiring for
the County of Schuylkill,

upon their respective oaths
and affirmations, do present

that John Kehoe, Frank McAndrew,
and Thomas Dougherty, accomplice,

with force and arms,
in and upon one John W. Jones,

superintendent of
the Shenandoah Colliery,

did make an assault and with pistols
loaded with gunpowder,

bullets and other
destructive material,

then and there willfully, feloniously,
and of their malice aforethought,

did kill and murder
the said John W. Jones,

contrary to the form of the act
of the General Assembly,

in such case made and provided,

and against the peace and dignity
of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

(GALLERY CHATTERING)

(BANGS GAVEL)

-The Commonwealth will proceed.
-Thank you, Your Honor.

Call the first witness.

BAILIFF: Raise your right hand, please.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.

Proceed.

What is your full name?

James McParlan.

What is your occupation?

Detective.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Bastard! Bastard!

Jury's coming in.

Your deal.

Guilty.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(GAVEL BANGING)

JUDGE: Will the defendants stand
to be sentenced?

Now, having been found guilty

of the charge of murder
in the first degree,

this court sentences you, John Kehoe,
Frank McAndrew, Thomas Dougherty,

to be confined to the county prison
until the date of your execution,

when you shall be hanged
by the neck until dead.

Well, I'll take you out now.
There's a carriage waiting.

I talked to the boss.

He'll tell you,
but you might like to know.

We're opening a new office in Denver.
He thinks you could be in charge.

-Let's go.
-You're moving up the ladder, boy-o.

-I know.
-You'll get over this.

I know that too.
I only have to get high enough.

I would have gone with you.

Even if you had been outside the law.

I'd have risked the sin of that.

I was the one who always told you
I could take you out of here.

I can do that now.

Do you know what I'm sorriest about?

I used to think there was nothing
I wouldn't do to get out.

And then, when I couldn't do it alone,

I thought there was no one
I wouldn't go with,

ifI liked him,

and he could offer me that.

I'm sorry it isn't true.

I'm sorry I can't do it.

I really am.

I want it so.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Hello, Jack.

Come in.

I wasn't quite sure of the reception.

-You're a relief from the roaches.
-Got everything you need?

I could use some powder.

I've sworn off
since I left the Mollies.

Have a seat.

Still think you can do it with powder?

-Is that what you're here to ask?
-Just curious.

I mean, do you think
you really could've won?

Well, then, why?

You know why as much as me.

You worked down there. Could you
see yourself not lifting a finger?

I wouldn't stay there. I'd get out.

And where would you find it different?

There's them on top and them below.
Push up or push down.

-Who's got more push is what counts.
-They always had more.

Well, we had a bit.
Not enough, but a bit.

Enough to push the bastards a little.

And you helped us.

-You pushed a little yourself.
-Just part of the job.

Going back for Frazier.

-You did that on your own, I think.
-Don't be so sure.

-It got me in better with you.
-You liked bashing that policeman.

(JAMES CHUCKLES)

-Well, I must admit...
-And setting fire to the store.

-You weren't working only for them.
-It did make a lovely blaze.

Mmm. You were a man then.

Why didn't you stop, Jack?

I tried to get you to stop.

Well, they had to nab us
sooner or later.

I have one regret now.

They're shipping some coal.
I had plans for that, on a bridge.

We'd have blown the train and bridge.
That would've been a sight.

I'd have tipped them off.

That's true.

Well, I don't regret it so much then.

You made your sound, Jack.

You've got no regrets there.
You used your powder.

Aye.

But you didn't come here to chat.

Nor to ask questions or say farewell.

We'll just leave it that I came, then.

You came for absolution.

Oh, you're not a priest, Jack.

You'd like to be set free
from what you've done.

I'm not that soft.

Oh, you don't want forgiving.

You can get that from a woman.

Punishment, that's what you want.

You think punishment
will set you free.

And that's why you've come,
looking for punishment.

Maybe it's my Christian heart.

I never could stand to see
a man carrying a cross.

(PRISON GUARD YELLS)

Are you free now?

Have I set you free
for a grand new life?

I'm obliged to you.

You'll never be free.

There's no punishment
this side of hell

can free you from what you did.

See you in hell.