All language subtitles for Rebellion S01 E05

COLEMAN: Break it down.

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!

What are you doing in my house?

MAN: The back room!
NELLY: They're not there, nobody's here.

MAN: Under the beds!
NELLY: You've no right.

COLEMAN: Where are they, Mrs Cosgrave?

NELLY: They're out I told you.

It's empty.

That's the attic.

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

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

(COCKS GUN)

There's nothing up there.

MAN: Where's this door lead?

- Where's this lead?
- NELLY: It's an alleyway.

MAN: Detective!
Detective here, the back door.

Detective!

COLEMAN: Check the alleyway,
up and down.

NELLY: Look what you've done
to the place!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- (PIGEONS COOING)
- (DOOR SLAMMING)

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (RAIN FALLING)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(BOLT SLIDING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Haven't I 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 has been sent back
to the front, without being allowed

to bury his only son
because of this trouble.

I can't forgive you.

(SOBBING)

That's the only reason I came, Jimmy,

to tell you I can't forgive you.

God help me. (SOBS)

(BANGING)

(SNIFFLES) Jimmy, get me out.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(BOLTS SLIDING)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(ENGINE RUNNING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(WHEEZING AND GROANING)

MAN: Sit the man down!

(MAN GROANING)

MAN: Priest!

(PRIEST WHISPERING BLESSING)

- Miss.
- (MAN GROANING)

Close the gate!

(GATE CREAKING)

(CLANGING)

COMMANDER: Attention!

- Ready...
- (GUNS COCKING)

Aim.

- Fire!
- (GUNSHOTS)

(CROW CAWING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GATE CREAKING)

COMMANDER: Squad, left turn!

Squad, right turn!

(DOOR OPENING)

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.

Everyone now marches to the
military drum.

(SCOFFING) Even the lawyers,
the champions of civil society.

- Stephen, I'm begging you...
- Deals 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, Nelly.

I'm going to turn myself in.

No, May, you can't give into them.

They're not going to stop
until they find me.

I can't go on hiding like this.

FRANCES: You have to think of your future.

I'll sort it.

Trust me.

(BOLTS SLIDING)

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: Stand to attention.

Stand him up.

(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.

On your feet!

MAN: Stand tall, men!

Wait there.

At ease!

I came out to fight for an Irish Ireland,

and I am 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.
- Sir.

GEORGE: Name?

ELIZABETH: (SOFTLY) George...

Good God, Lizzie.

Please take a seat, Ms Butler.

This prisoner poses no threat,
you may leave.

GUARD: 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?

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 recognise
the court, what could we do?

What do you mean, "what could you do"?

God, you've been here
at Kilmainham, Lizzie,

you women must have heard
them every morning.

I wouldn't have thought
you and this Mahon were close...

Which morning, George?

I understand General Maxwell
ratified the sentence yesterday.

Why do you ask about him and you don't
ask anything about Stephen?

(SOBBING)

We need to talk about your case, Lizzie.

I'll do all I can for you.

Recommend leniency.

If you testify that you were misled,
perhaps by this Mahon character,

you could say he persuaded you?

Why is it you men think, that every
serious thing 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.
- (SNIFFLES)

You will be detained here
to await sentencing.

Take her!

(SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

MINNIE: What did the police want?

Was it about Peter?

PEGGY: It was Jimmy.

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

He, uh, just wanted
to know we're all right.

The police came out all this way,

to get you, so Jimmy could ask you
if we're all right?

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

Not after Peter, now da being sent off.

What are we going to do?

We keep going, Minnie.

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 COOING)

Hmm?

She's a saint.

The one good thing
that's happened us.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BABY WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING)

Can your friends at the Castle
not do anything?

I talked to Hammond for you,
he's under something or other.

(COUGHING)

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're stamping out disloyalty.

No, Edward, forced loyalty is slavery.

(SIGHS)

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.

No one wants 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.

EDWARD: They're our people, darling.

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 Lizzie?

She's different.

She wants to help people, those less
fortunate than herself,

while 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's mine.

Now it's yours.

Bribing a detective?

I wonder what your father
will make of this?

OFFICER: 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.

SOLDIER: Yes, sir.

(CRYING)

(RETCHES)

SOLDIER: Prisoners, right turn.

SOLDIER: Follow me.

What's the purpose of your journey?

NEWSPAPER BOY:
Evening news, first edition,

Prime Minister Asquith in Dublin.

Evening news.

First edition.

- (TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
- (TELEPHONES RINGING)

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- CHARLES: Enter.

MAY: I've come to turn myself in.

CHARLES: This document you stole,

I can bury it.

MAY: How?

CHARLES: 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.

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?

CHARLES: That's how the world sees it.

And I didn't cause you to commit treason.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Come in.
- (DOOR OPENING)

Ms Lacey,

I heard you were in the building.

Excuse me, Detective,
I'm talking with Ms Lacey.

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.

COLEMAN: Ms Lacey?

Thank you, Detective.

Let me know.

Soon.

OFFICER: Right. Mahon,

Swann, Murphy,

de Valera, out you get, come on, come on.

So you're the Spaniard?

I'm an Irish man.

Mick Malone, the rest of us could
have held out 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 OPENING)

Jimmy Mahon!

JAMES: How ya, Victor?

Victor has risen from the dead.

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

(LAUGHS)

Attention!

DESMOND: Our last Commandant still living.

Desmond.

At ease.

George? George, wait!

Mrs Butler.

- Have you seen the woman 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.

ELIZABETH: (WHISPERS) Mommy.

- (SOBBING)
- DOLLY: Elizabeth?

I'm so sorry.

I'm proud of you.

You fought for your beliefs.

Oh, you wouldn't keep an animal
in such conditions.

They even took the food 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.

Daddy?

I've got a small confession to make...
Um...

Daddy?

(DRAWER SLIDING OPEN AND CLOSE)

Good afternoon, the police please.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- 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 CRYING)

I've been told what to do and what
my 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.

MONSIGNOR: 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.

Then your God's no better than me.

(BABY CRYING)

It's his heart.

It appears to be 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, that 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 apologise 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.

HARRY: Oh, well, chop, chop,
no more to be done.

MONSIGNOR: 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?

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.

NELLY: Come in.

I telegrammed 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.
- NELLY: And just like her,

you've fallen in with the wrong crowd.

The reverend mother's found you
a housekeeping job,

a widower, good man,

all the better to handle you.

Handle me?

Till 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 OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAXWELL: Suicide is the most
cowardly act of all.

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 honourable discharge.

As I said, do you think us so foolish?

You'll have no discharge,
either honourable or dishonourable.

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 honours in the future.

Yes, sir.

INGRID: I'm going to the Western Front.

This war can't be just 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.

(SCOFFS) 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 him 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?

I'm sorry.

Hello?

I saw you went to the Castle.

- You spying on me?
- FRANCES: 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 us?
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.

But when I was out on Easter week, May,

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

That I wasn't a 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.

Lord 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.

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

One of the soldiers offered me
a half crown,

- for a few slices of beef and a spud.
- (CHUCKLES)

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

(BOLTS SLIDING)

- Aren't you going to finish?
- SOLDIER: Get up! Everybody, up!

You're shipping out!
On your feet, look lively!

Move it!

(BELLS TOLLING)

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 Mill
said he was crazy half the week.

There's a feeling, 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 that says he lost it,

or wasn't the brains behind Mount Street.

Now I'm just passing the word on.

Mick, do you have a light?

OFFICER: All right, 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, enjoyed life, while he...

He was right, Harry.

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

I had hoped 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.

(WOMEN CHATTERING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Enter.
- (DOOR OPENS)

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.

MAY: On certain conditions.

I do not wish to be beholden
to the generosity of Mrs Hammond again.

I'm sure other accommodation
can 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

If it isn't my little floozy,
there's many who 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?
- Yeah.

Smoking now, quite the grown-up,
aren't we?

- (BELLS CHIMING)
- (FOGHORN BLOWING)

- (CROWD CLAMOURING)
- WOMAN: Up the volunteers!

Here they come, guys.

You keep quiet, you keep quiet.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

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

Maybe they're on the boat.

They'll hardly billet us with the women.

You've got it bad, Jimmy.

(CLAMOURING CONTINUES)

Jimmy, Jimmy!

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Get back!

Up the worker's Republic!

Up the rebellion!

Come on, ladies, get in line,
two by two, come on.

OFFICER: Forward march, ladies.

(BABY COOING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(CHEERING DISTANTLY)

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

BARTENDER: They sneaked him off to Belfast
earlier on the QT.

The crowds cheer for them
for executing them poor fellas.

It's the rebels they're cheering.

HARRY: Is that a fact?

- BARTENDER: Yeah.
- Good God.

Well,

up, Lizzie,

and up the bally Irish,

and up me too!

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

(LAUGHING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)