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Alright. Come on then.

No excuse tonight. It was your accomplices.

I have no accomplices.

Oh.

I found the guns.

If you don't cooperate, they'll charge you with treason.

And I have no interest in seeing you

punished unnecessarily.

I sympathize with the Young Irelanders.

No, you don't.

You're a puppet of the crown.

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

A subject.

Loyal subject.

So feck off back home to England then.

I prefer here, Mr. McCormack, I find it challenging.

There's no place now that you get someone

to tell the truth.

Or does England not want you anymore?

Accomplices?

Well, inspector

has the prisoner been cooperative?

Not really. No.

He's dead.

In the year of 1845

a terrible famine descended upon Ireland.

IRELAND 1847 Within a few short years

IRELAND 1847 one in four of our people would be gone forever.

Fled to England and North America.

Or dead from starvation and fever.

Irishmen who had enlisted to fight

for the occupying British crown in its foreign wars

returned home to find only death and destruction

in every corner of the land.

From the earth you have come and to the earth you shall again...

Seen by many as traitors to their own people

they looked on helplessly

as their country continued to choke

under the rule of the British Empire.

THIEVES WILL BE PUNISHED

Beartla O'Naughton.

Martin O'Feeney.

Where's my family?

I'm sorry, Martin

your mother died a year ago.

Sick with the fever.

Where's my brother?

Hanged.

Stabbed the bailiff when they came

to tumble the house.

I couldn't help them.

I had nothing.

Martin.

Beartla, leave!

Where are the Conlons?

Either dead

or gone to Liverpool.

The house was left empty.

It's the only one they haven't tumbled.

This is Roisin.

Sorry Love, only nettles today.

I have food.

We haven't had a biscuit in years.

Do you remember your uncle Martin?

Who went off with the English?

Where did you get them?

What about your army?

He's his father's son alright.

I'm going to America.

Will ye come with me?

Then the brother said,

I have a question:

Where is this America?

Then the sister said: That's quite clear.

There!

"A hen and a rooster went off together

Walked all of Ireland

Till they broke their hearts;

They were in Galway at sunrise

And went on from there to Athenry.“

"I'm forever sad each day

Crying bitter tears each day

Since he left, my gallant boy

And no news at all of him, ochón

He's my hero, gallant boy

He's my Caesar, gallant boy

I have had no sleep nor joy

Since he went abroad my Gallant Boy.“

What happened to the potatoes?

The stalks wilted overnight.

The land turned black

and the spuds went rotten in the ground.

They'd just fall apart in your hand

and the stench...

Even in the rain.

One day

everyone was looking forward to the harvest

and the day after that

we had nothing.

The only way you could eat was to take the soup.

And you took it.

Everyone took it.

Except your mother.

Afraid she'd go to hell.

Then they brought in the poor tax.

So the landlords started evicting everyone.

Why didn't ye stand your ground?

Bailiffs.

Constabulary.

Soldiers sometimes.

We lived here through the winter.

Do you like that hat?

You can look after it for me.

And then the fever came.

She talked about you a lot.

What about my brother?

He couldn't forgive you

For taking the king's shilling.

We'll see you back at the house.

This is the final order to vacate!

This dwelling will be rendered uninhabitable.

You heard him.

Last chance!

We are taking the roof off!

Please be wise.

For your own safety, come out now!

Fitzgibbon's with them.

We have to go out.

He's after me.

I'll be arrested.

Are you comin' out?

Sergeant.

What's your business here?

Tell your men to get off the roof.

I'll pay whatever is owed.

Not a question of money.

The tenancy is illegal.

They moved in from the side of the road.

Move back, please.

At least let them leave peacefully.

How does this concern you?

Let me talk to them.

I won't ask you again.

Stand down and let this men do their job.

Open the door!

Martin can talk to them.

Tell them you're going away.

Martin is a deserter.

They'll hang him if they find out.

Come out!

Will they let us go?

What's the matter? Come out!

Stop!

We're coming out.

Over there.

For God's sake.

It's freezing out.

Don't you have a heart?

Please...

Michael.

Take that young man into custody.

You little thief.

No!

Michael!

Oh, Michael. Michael!

Get him out of here.

That's his rifle.

Here's his boots and his other stuff.

Breach of the peace.

Interfering constabulary business.

Sergeant says find out who he is

and where he got the weapons.

Name?

Name?

Go on, say it.

Well, he can speak English, alright.

Army musket. Could be a deserter.

Huh?

Where'd you get this then?

The prisoner's lose!

Get back down here!

The prisoner..

What's going on down there?

Drop him!

Drop him!

Put him down!

No, please.

Inspector Hannah.

What would you say to a stay of execution?

We've received reports of a deadly attack

on a Constabulary station in Connemara.

On the estate of Lord Kilmichael.

We believe this man, originally from the area

may have been involved.

One of our Connaught rangers.

Declared absent without leave in Calcutta three months ago

after breaking his commanding officer's jaw.

I understand that you know him.

That you served together in Afghanistan.

That he is an effective soldier.

He is.

You'll be released to accompany Captain Pope

to Ballybrack and to assist him in locating

this Corporal Feeney.

I'm retired from military service.

Yeah, but you must agree that your particular expertise

is better suited to this line of work.

I do not agree.

Might I remind you, inspector

that you're no longer the decorated veteran

the hero of the rank and file.

You're an ineffective policeman.

An embarrassment to the Irish constabulary.

A hero who is about to be tried

for the murder of the suspect McCormack

for which you may be hanged.

So think carefully.

Are you agreeable?

Remove the inspector's restraints.

Find this man.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Ah, it is yourself.

I'm glad to see they let you go.

Will you have a drop?

You will.

To your poor mother.

God have mercy on her.

She was a stubborn woman

who'd rather starve than take the soup.

What could I do about that?

"Just take it," I said to her.

"Say what they want you to say."

But she wouldn't.

They'd torn the roof off the house.

I thought it better to put an animal in it

than to leave it idle.

You know, your mother was a cousin of mine

better to keep it in the family then let strangers get it.

Much better.

The judge, who hanged my brother..

...what was his name?

Bolton.

I'd give anything to have them all back.

Your mother, my brother.

Michael.

But I can't.

Damp day.

You should have kept your powder dry.

How far do you plan to travel, captain?

As far as we need to.

I'm compiling a report on the economics of famine

in the west.

Wexford Independent.

Here.

Free copy.

"Galatians" chapter six, verse seven.

I beg your pardon.

"For whatsoever a man soweth

that shall he also reap."

Drunkenness and fecklessness

is the economics of famine in the west.

And the continued crop failure.

Failures, sir, lies

in the character of people.

Explain your total dependence upon the easiest

grown staple learned to mankind.

Potato was the only way to feed so many over limited acreage.

Food for the contented slave

not the hardy and the brave.

Ho-ho-ho, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

Hey, hey, hey. Shh-shh-shh.

These will do fine. Thank you, lieutenant.

Private, take Inspector Hannah to the stables.

Give him whichever mount he chooses.

Yes, sir.

This way, inspector.

So, that's the Hunter Hannah.

In the flesh.

Well, you need that kind of steel where you're going.

They say you're after a ranger

who's taken up with the Ribbonmen.

I do not engage in idle gossip, lieutenant.

Nor should you.

Have the horses ready at dawn

and your man in plain clothes.

We don't want to attract any unnecessary attention

do we?

Horik O'Se..

...you stand accused of stealing a sheep

from the estate of Lord Kilmichael.

What say you?

I am innocent, Your Honor. I have done nothing wrong.

English is the language of this court, Mr. O'Se.

How do you plead?

You don't have to say anything, do you hear me?

Silence.

Your Honor, the man was only trying to feed his children.

He doesn't even speak English

and it is the legal obligation of the court

to pay for a translator. Where is the translator?

Inability is one thing, this man's obstinate refusal

to speak a language he clearly understand

is another entirely.

You leave me no option, Mr. O'Se.

I find you guilty as charged

and I hereby sentence you to six month hard labor

followed by transportation..

You're not authorized to do that!

You have to hear him out!

...to Port, to Port Arthur, Van Diemen's Land

seven years. Remove the prisoner.

- Shame on you! - That's a cheek!

State your business.

You hanged my brother?

I did nothing of the sort.

If I did pass sentence on this brother of yours

I simply assessed the evidence and interpreted the law

the constabulary hanged him.

Indeed some might say that he hanged himself

the day he choose to commit his crime.

Some might.

I understand that may further bolster

your sense of injustice to blame me

for your brother's demise.

But I do not cause the crops to fail

and I am not responsible for people breaking the law.

I'm merely a servant of the court.

I bid you good day.

English is not the language of this court.

You stand accused of the murder of my brother,

Michael Feeney.

How do you plead?

Good mornin', sir.

Uh-huh.

What do you think you're doing?

Private Hobbs is coming with us

to serve as my orderly.

And to tend to the horses.

Time to earn that reprieve, inspector.

Who do you think responsible, sergeant?

Same Ribbonmen who burned down the constabulary station

and killed six of my men.

A magistrate will be a typical target

for these Ribbonmen.

What brings you here, gentlemen?

We're compiling a report.

May I enquire as the nature of this report?

You may not.

Was this Feeney?

There was no robbery.

Private, get outside and keep watch.

What does this mean?

What was this man's name?

What's this man's name?

They don't have the English.

Do you know what happened here?

Be quiet.

Well?

Well?

The body belongs to Beartla O'Naughton.

Rent collector for Lord Kilmichael.

Somebody came into his house and killed him.

An unexpected end for the pig

but he'll be ate all the same.

We're looking for the Feeney house.

There's the rest of him?

He took over this holding

when Mrs. Feeney was evicted.

He learned that from the Ghilzai.

Afghanistan.

I've not yet had the privilege of foreign service

Well that's their punishment..

...for treachery.

What happened to Mrs. Feeney?

Without food or shelter..

...she died.

He's headed west.

I suppose we continue west.

You'll need a translator.

How much?

How much have you?

You should inform the constabulary.

Our orders are clear, inspector

we will not involve local authorities.

Well, that was before we confirmed his identity

we tell the police we prevent him killing again.

Confirming Feeney as the killer does not complete our work.

As you well know.

That soup might fill you up.

But at what cost?

Your souls will be chained up for all eternity.

Many have been taken by the fever and the hunger

but they are with the lord now.

It's your decision.

Take that soup and you will go to hell

and be damned forever.

Time to welcome our new members

who we look forward to seeing

every Sunday at service in town.

What is your name, my child?

Tell him your name.

Seamus O'Suilleabhan.

James Sullivan.

James Sullivan, do you renounce the Roman Catholic Church?

Do you wish to have your soul cleansed?

Have you made Jesus Christ Lord of your life?

We do not eat until service is concluded.

We nourish the soul before we satisfy the flesh.

Hey! We've been listening to this shit for hours.

Don't ruin it for the rest of us.

You're interfering with God's work.

It is not yet time to eat.

You leave it any longer, they'll all be dead.

God's work comes first.

Come in!

No, don't!

No, Papists.

Here.

Is it true what they said?

About your prisoner?

I killed him, yeah.

You were just doin' your job.

Catch this man

keep your pension..

Fuckin' deserters.

Cowards.

No, it's not always cowardice that makes men run.

You know, they get tired..

...angry.

All they need is a home.

Sometimes you can talk to 'em..

...bring 'em back.

One of them even saved my life.

He pulled me out of an ambush.

Just outside of Kabul.

I thought I was finished.

He was the best soldier I ever met.

He never fought for the queen though

just for his mates.

Fucking Irish.

There's a lot of tracks.

He could've gone either way.

Probably best to hold our course.

Two hours ride up that road

is the house of a Mr. Cronin.

Cronin evicted Feeney's mother.

And a few days ago, did the same thing

to the brother's wife and children.

He's Lord Kilmichael's land agent.

Cronin?

Fine.

This way, gentlemen.

Where are the men?

They went to the stables. I'll fetch them.

No, I'll get them.

What's the hold-up?

Who are you?

What do you want?

What? The harvest?

I'm only an agent.

For Lord Kilmichael.

It's his land.

It's his grain.

I have money.

Can I help ye, gentlemen?

We're looking for Mr. Cronin.

The master's not here, sir.

He left for town only a few moments ago.

We didn't pass him on the road.

Get out of here! Get out of here!

Just take the horse.

Fire!

For God's sake, man, shoot him!

You bloody idiot!

You had him!

Dammit!

No.

We will continue to the police station in Carrick

and send a dispatch rider to warn Lord Kilmichael

that his life's in imminent danger.

Orders or not, I cannot allow the murder

of a nobleman for lack of a warning.

Send one of Cronin's servants to Carrick

we'll stay on Feeney's trial.

- Where does Kilmichael live? - London.

But when he is here, the estate house.

About days ride from here.

Let's go straight to Kilmichael's.

You're in no fit state, Mr. Hannah.

I'll be the judge of that.

Ah, Mr. Quinlivin.

I wonder if it might be terrible inconvenience to you

if we borrowed one of Mr. Cronin's horses.

I'm afraid that would be quite impossible, captain.

Well, you see, you see...

I doubt that Mr. Cronin's family

would condone of my supporting the men

who failed to warn them

that their husband and father

was the target of a madman.

Good day to you.

They sent you to get rid of me?

Yeah.

They can't afford to have one of their own

someone they called a hero turn against them.

They never called me a hero.

Only you.

I was just your faithful Mick.

I was sorry they chose to see it that way.

We did things for them

that cannot be forgiven.

And for what, when I come home to this?

If I kill a man, they call it murder.

If they do it, they call it war.

Providence..

...justice.

Where will my family get their justice..

...if not from me?

Go home, English.

You've got no business here.

I won't be leaving here without you.

Then you won't leave at all.

What is all this?

Kilmichael's put 50 guineas on Feeney's head.

Is every half-wit in Ireland here?

No, sir. Your mother went home yesterday.

Home to London.

Your Lordship, Captain Pope of the 68th regiment.

Your Lordship, I'm Captain Pope. I was sent here...

His Lordship knows full well who you are, captain.

What he does not know is whether this report

you've been compiling will detail how you endangered

his life withholding vital information as you did.

Sir, you are in grave danger.

We've managed this estate for 200 years.

Do you think this is the first time

our lives have been threatened?

This is different.

I have no intention of allowing some turncoat renegade ranger

to dictate my itinerary.

I have a dozen men to protect Lord Kilmichael.

Poorly trained police are no match for this soldier.

Another two dozen local militia.

And who do they fight for?

They fight for the bounty I've put on this ranger's head.

We'll proceed as planned.

I'll accompany the grain to town

and from there, take the train to Dublin.

You may join me if you wish.

Excuse me.

Sorry, pardon me. Excuse me.

Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.

What's goin' on, mate?

Just scavengers, they go after the wagons.

Hopin' for a bit of grain.

Oh, where are they taking the grain?

People are starving here.

Boat to England.

I'm soaking wet.

The soup will do you good.

Here you go.

Thank you very much.

I think we are headed back to town, Mr. Conneely.

Thanks for your help.

The captain will pay you what you're owed.

If it is all the same to yourself, Your Honor.

I'd rather see it out.

Why settle for a sovereign when there's a share

of 50 guineas to be had.

I beg your pardon, captain, but after all this trouble

I'd like to witness this tale's conclusion first-hand

that it might be accurately retold in the future.

You better come quick!

- Drop your weapon! - Open the gates.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Drop your weapon, or you will be shot.

Hobson, what the hell are you doing?

I can't have it, sir.

Look at all those people, look.

They're fuckin' starvin'.

Put down your gun!

This is your last warning.

Everyone's dyin' of hunger

and they're porting food on a boat.

Open the gates now.

Private, lower your weapon.

Not till we feed these people.

Court martial me, sir.

Do whatever you want with me

but not till those people are fed.

Please, son, put down the gun.

And I don't give a damn what you think about either, Mr. Hannah.

This is pointless, it won't change anything.

It will. I can help these people.

Sorry about your man, sergeant.

I was talking to him!

The boy lost his mind.

You couldn't keep him in check

so Sergeant Fitzgibbon did.

He was a danger to us all.

He shot an unarmed constable.

I only followed His Lordship's orders.

That seems accurate.

Help us!

You have to help us!

Well, then, captain, any sign of our assassin?

If not, does this mean I wonder

that you've lost your man and that your mission is a failure?

When I inherited this estate from my father

it was practically bankrupt.

To clear the land was the only solution.

Consolidate the holdings, graze not grow

reduce this ridiculous tax

that I must pay per occupant.

I don't need them, I don't want them, why should I pay for them?

This potato business is simplified matters considerably.

There are those who look forward to the day

when a Celtic Irishman

is as rare in Ireland

as a Red Indian in Manhattan.

I take no pleasure on it.

Would you stop worrying, man?

There's hardly a soldier alive who could get close enough

to get a shot through this gap.

Security is assured.

The farmer goes into the bath and he sees the old squire

straddling his eldest daughter.

Well, he's furious and he lets out a shout..

"For God sake, Mary!

"Arch your back like a good gal

and keep the gentleman's balls out of the muck."

Everything's in, My Lord.

We'll lock up the exits, and I'll see you in the morning.

Thank you, sergeant.

You know, Conneely..

...I love this country.

What's left of it?

The scenery.

You peasants are all the same, no appreciation of beauty.

Beauty would be held in much higher regard, sir

if it could be eaten.

Well said.

I say one more, shall we?

That we shall, sir.

Speaking of beauty

this one could almost be English.

- Uh.. - Hair!

Her skin, fine bosom

certainly head and shoulders above

any of the miserable hags on the estate.

Take the prettiest English maiden..

...put her for one season in an Irish cabin..

Yes?

Feed her water and potato, dress her in rags

and make her wade through bogs

and sleep with the family pig.

Take from her any hope

that the future will be different

and when she crawls out of her hovel

stretching out her scrawny hand for a penny..

...how much will she look like

that pretty English maiden?

Thank you.

One might be inclined to speculate

that you've lost your passion for this mission, inspector.

Hmm.

I still have a few ideas about how to apprehend Feeney..

...but I need to know you're with me.

Yeah.

Time to turn in.

I got you, you bastard.

Aah!

Hey!

Well done, Hannah.

Let him have it.

Shoot him, inspector.

Aah! Get your hands off of me!

Shoot the bastard!

Aah!

Shite.

Do you intend to try to teach me some sort of lesson?

Or to torture me?

I assure you I'll give you no satisfaction.

I know.

I won't beg.

I have something else planned for you.

What do you say?

I don't understand that aboriginal nonsense.

Speak English, man!

I won't speak it.

Speak English!

Never.

I'll rip your goddamn throat off.

Who is he working with?

Don't bother threatening him, sergeant.

Mr. Hannah doesn't have anything left to lose.

Now that he's committed a treasonous act.

How long have you been working together?

Since the beginning?

Where is he now?

Shall I get the whip?

He won't talk.

He's out there somewhere, and we have to find him quickly.

Each of you, take four men from outside the gates.

Search the area.

Run!

Make ready!

Present!

Take cover!

Ahh!

Sergeant!

Who's firing on you?

The man on the roof in the west, sir!

You men, with me.

Hey!

It's Feeney.

It's Feeney!

Open fire!

Who gets the 50 guineas?

Hold those men back!

- Close those gates. - Close the gate!

Reload your weapons.

Where is Mr. Hannah? Secure the prisoner.

You can't get rid of us that easily!

Shame on you!

He's here!

- Let's get out of here! - That's enough for a while!

- Let's go! - Come on, hurry up!

Hey, ho-ho.

They'll come for you now.

Yeah.

Don't fight them.

Go to America.

All right, folks, let's go home.

Someday we'll make it to America.

IN MEMORY OF ALL THOSE WHO DIED,

AND THOSE WHO WENT AWAY, NEVER TO RETURN