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♪♪

[Piano playing "Three Little Maids From School Are We"]

♪ Three little maids from school are we ♪

♪ Pert as a schoolgirl well can be ♪

♪ Filled to the brim with girlish glee ♪

♪ Three little maids from school ♪

♪ Everything is a source of fun ♪

[All laugh]

♪ Nobody's safe, for we care for none ♪

[All laugh]

♪ Life is a joke that's just begun ♪

[All laugh]

♪ Three little maids from school ♪

[Fans snap] ♪ Three little maids ♪

♪ who, all unwary come from a ladies' seminary ♪

♪ Freed from its genius tutelary ♪

♪ Three little maids from school ♪

♪ Three little maids from school ♪

[Cheers and applause]

[All giggle]

[Fans snap]

[Fabric rustles]

MAN: Well done, miss.

[Laughter in distance]

[Indistinct conversations]

WOMAN: Well done, miss. WOMAN: I'll see you upstairs.

Miss Butler?

Jimmy?

I wanted to thank you for the ticket.

You enjoyed it? I enjoyed seeing you.

Aren't socialists allowed to have fun?

[Cork pops]

Fizz corks are popping, Sis. Stephen's waiting.

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

HARRY: Come on, hurry up.

Would you like to come join us?

No, no, I better head home. [Cork pops]

[Applause in distance] [Chuckles] Okay.

[Indistinct conversations continue]

[Metal clinks] For the next meeting.

See you there?

You will indeed, Mr. Mahon.

Good night.

[Indistinct conversations continue]

Are you sure, Frances?

It's a great offer. Won't the nuns want you

to go back to Galway to teach for them?

Maybe, but I want to stay. Things are happening here.

Well, if you're sure, I'm sure.

Forward together, the world and we are young.

[Women laughing]

Mr. Hammond.

I just wanted to congratulate you on your performance tonight.

[piano playing mid-tempo song]

Both of you.

No escape now, Sis.

[Chuckles]

Found her. Thank you.

At last.

I want a top up.

Congratulations, darling. You were wonderful. [Kisses]

Wasn't she, Edward? Mmm.

[Kisses]

You're a credit to us, at least.

Thank you, Daddy, Mummy.

I thought I'd lost you.

[Kisses] Stephen. How are you?

[Clinks glass]

Ladies and gentlemen,

let us raise our glasses for our very own three graces --

Miss May Lacy...

[Cheers and applause]

Miss Frances O'Flaherty...

[Cheers and applause continue]

...and my beautiful fiancée,

my very own Yum-Yum...

That's my sister, you dirty dog.

[Laughter]

[Chuckles]

Miss Elizabeth Butler. MAN: Whoo!

To the Three Little Maids.

ALL: Three Little Maids.

[Glasses clinking]

[Murmuring]

[Church bell tolling]

[Horses' hooves clomping in distance]

[Bell continues tolling]

That's it. It's war.

[Tolling continues]

MAN: Oi, Edward, what're you after?

[Dog barking]

[Match strikes]

[Tolling continues]

[Barking continues]

Looking for company, mister?

[Tolling continues]

[Indistinct conversations]

There he is.

How are you, Art?

[Sighs]

[Woman shouts in distance]

So it's war.

It's not our war.

Since when did we have a choice, brother?

MAN IN DISTANCE: Suit yourself! WOMAN: Oh!

STEPHEN: Let us Irish show the King

through our unfailing support,

that his trust in our loyalty has not been misplaced.

And when it is over, we will welcome him

to open our new Parliament here in Dublin.

CHARLES: Hear, hear! MEN: Hear, hear!

ALL: ♪ God save our gracious King ♪

♪ Long live our noble King ♪

♪ God save the King ♪

♪ Send him victorious ♪

♪ Happy and glorious ♪

♪ Long to reign o'er us ♪

♪ God save the King ♪

[Projectile whistling]

[Explosion]

[Whirring sound, explosion]

[Ship horn blows]

[Bell clanging, seabirds calling]

No conscription for Ireland! No conscription for Ireland!

Let English men fight English wars!

Thank you, sir. No conscription for Ireland!

[Horn honks]

Feeling a bit...

Nice to be home, though. Well, men...

FRANCES: Let English men fight English wars!

Hello. Fancy a feel, fellas?

I would, but...

I'm a family man.

No conscription for Ireland.

You should be fighting for your own country.

That's what we're doing,

fighting for our King and country.

No, you're a traitor.

Nobody calls me a traitor, especially not me own.

I am. If you weren't a lassie --

What, you'd shoot me? Do it then.

Be the first bullet fired in the fight for Irish freedom.

Freedom, my Royal Irish ass! [Soldiers laugh]

No conscription for Ireland! No conscription for Ireland!

You boys should be at home.

You shouldn't be fighting when it's not your war.

MAN: Drag her into the trenches with us.

MAN: Wouldn't you like to give her one, Art?

[Engine rumbling, horn honks]

[Indistinct conversations]

Hello. How are you?

I'd like to buy some flowers, please.

Yes, what would you like?

Um...oh, these are very pretty, aren't they? Oh, those posies?

Morning, Constable O'Brien. Morning, Miss Lacy.

Don't let me interrupt your morning smoke. [Exhales slowly]

[Chuckles] I like your flowers.

Thanks very much. I couldn't resist.

MAN: Quick march. Left. Left. Left, right, left.

Left. Left. Left, right, left.

O'BRIEN: Would you look at that lot?

Left. Left, right, left.

They're not hurting anyone.

MAN: Left. Left. Left, right, left.

Not with them sticks, they're not. [Chuckles]

MAN: Morning, miss.

MAY: Morning.

[Church bell tolling]

GENERAL LOWE: Secret orders for the immediate round up

of the so-called Sinn Féin faction --

all their names, addresses, and secret arms stashes.

It's in cipher, of course, since, for some perverse reason,

many of the people treasonable to England

are to be found in the lower ranks

of the government service.

CHARLES: Such orders would have to be sanctioned

by the Chief Secretary, Mr. Birrell,

who's currently in London.

Damn it, Hammond! We must act!

There's every indication some kind of attack is imminent!

Your misgivings have been noted

and shall be conveyed to Sir Matthew.

But affairs in Ireland are delicately poised.

Yes, they're delicately posed, all right.

I've heard from a contact in the Admiralty

that messages have been intercepted from the Germans --

guns and who knows what else for an attack here.

That's as may be, but we've not been advised of that officially.

[Chairs scrape loudly]

Good day to you, sir.

[Doors creak]

[Doors creak closed]

Do you think they're right?

It does not matter what I think. I'm a civil servant.

You better have someone decipher this for me.

Make it look like we're doing something,

keep the General off my back.

Why don't we go to Corless's for lunch?

That always cheers you up.

This cheers me up.

Mmm.

[Birds chirping]

[Horses' hooves clomping, horse whinnies]

Is the Countess still here?

You nearly missed her.

I'm sorry, Dr. Lynn.

[Door closes]

[Indistinct murmuring in distance]

DR. LYNN: Elizabeth Butler, Madame.

[Indistinct murmuring continues]

Point it at me.

[Scoffs]

[Gasps] [Cocks gun]

[Breathing unevenly]

You must do it like you mean it.

[Huffs]

Here.

Practice with this.

[Pistol rattles]

[Bullets clink]

Mm-hmm?

[Glass bottle thuds] Drink up.

[Unscrews cap]

You'll be in my battalion.

We'll be taking St. Stephen's Green.

This will be our rear operating base.

[Train whistle blows, bell clanging]

[Guard whistle blows]

Hmm.

Forward march, Lieutenant Duffy Lyons.

Eyes right. [Chuckles]

There you are, Harry.

Good of you to come.

And, George, what are you doing here? What happened to Belfast?

Couldn't get enough of dirty old Dublin.

He's back deviling for his pupil master.

I'm acting as junior for Mr. Wylie.

What about your father? Gone their separates.

Big fallout when Daddy Wilson secured

the war ministry contract through his friend, Mr. Carson.

What about you? We've read about you in dispatches.

Those who can be bothered to read such things.

Sounds like hell. [Horn honks]

To the Arts Club for an eye-opener?

No, there's something I have to do.

I'm needed in the office.

Spoilsports. [Laughs]

GIRLS: [Chanting] I like coffee, I like tea.

Gentlemen.

GIRLS: I like the boys, and the boys like me.

Ah, how are you, Arthur? How are you?

Haven't seen you in ages. Glad to see ya.

[Children laughing]

MAN: Gather yourself well, you blighter!

BOY: Quick, quick, quick! Quick!

[Boy laughs] [Boy speaking indistinctly]

BOY: Come on, hit him. Hit him.

[Children shouting playfully]

MAN: Enough of that now!

I said enough!

I wouldn't do that if I was you, son.

Da!

[Indistinct conversations]

How are you? Good.

Look at you. Bit taller now, more freckles.

Save you from cutting your hair. Yeah.

[Chuckles]

What is this? Uncle Jimmy made it for me.

Oh, did he now, yeah?

He said he'd get me a uniform like his when I'm older.

Hold that.

Why don't you try this on for size? The real thing.

[Chuckles]

Have a look at this.

A Luger Parabellum.

I took that from a Turkish officer.

[Boy shouts indistinctly] Did you shoot him?

No, no. I won it in a bet.

[Chuckles]

Top bit of kit, isn't it?

[Church bell tolling] Come on. Away home.

How's your ma?

[Boys shout indistinctly]

And the girls?

[Horse blusters, hooves clomping]

[Clock chiming]

Liza, where have you been?

College.

Surgeon's is closed for Easter, surely.

Dr. Lynn has allowed us to rehearse there.

I've to take some stage properties

over to the theatre this afternoon.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

Why not?

You have a visitor.

Who?

Stephen.

Stephen?

He's waiting upstairs.

Go on, go see him.

♪♪

[Door creaks]

[Inhales sharply]

[Exhales deeply]

[Children speaking indistinctly]

WOMAN: I think it's Arthur.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hi, Arthur. Ladies.

Been a long time. Welcome home.

Thank you. Great to be back. Gentlemen.

Arthur. How are you? How are you? Good, good.

I swear you've grown since yesterday. Hmm?

[Baby crying] Tomorrow, we're not gonna be able to get these on you at all.

Do you have an old pair of Minnie's to give her, Peg?

I set aside a little to buy her a new pair.

Make sure they're big enough to fit a baby cart horse, huh?

Uncle Jimmy, Ma, he's back!

[Baby coos]

[Door creaks closed]

Peg o' my heart! Come here to me.

[Kisses] Oh, I've missed you.

We've missed you, too. [Kisses]

[Baby continues cooing]

[Laughs] Who is this little lady?

Isn't he the fine man in his uniform?

I can see you're practically grown already.

[Baby babbles]

Oh! There you go.

[Baby crying]

Da!

Sadie! Look at the size of you!

Come here, come here.

[Baby crying] [Arthur laughs, kisses]

Give your old man a hug.

Let me look at ya.

You keeping your brother out of trouble? You.

ARTHUR: And you're growing fast, aren't ya?

Good girl. Good girl.

[Kisses]

Good girl yourself.

[Baby fussing]

[Kisses]

[Baby wailing]

Jim. Come here.

[Baby continues wailing]

Why don't you run down to O'Hegarty's? Yeah?

Get your old man some rashers, some eggs, a large bottle.

[Pats arm] Yeah.

[Door opens, closes]

[Chair scrapes floor]

[Door closes]

Where's Minnie? She's working.

[Baby fussing] Ah, yeah. Where?

Star of the Sea.

What, the laundry?

Well, it's something, Art. And Jimmy's still blacklisted.

Well, don't you have the separation money?

Couldn't get by without it, love.

But she's getting older.

We need the money.

[Baby fussing]

JIMMY: Right, I better go.

There's a job they want me down for at Liberty Hall.

Why don't I take the kids to Mrs. Lambert's,

give you two a chance to catch up?

PEGGY: That'd be great. Thanks, Jim.

JIMMY: Come on, missy. Let's go.

[Baby cooing]

Yeah, you come with me, too.

[Baby giggles, coos]

[Door creaks]

I'm sure it takes time, Stephen.

You've only got two weeks leave before you go back.

You must get some rest, see your mother...

[Whispers] and take some time in Wexford.

I spoke to your father.

He, um, he's given his permission for us to marry.

Next Monday. It won't change anything.

You must continue your medical studies.

And afterwards, children and the rest.

And when the Parliament moves to Dublin... Stephen...

...you'll be closer to your parents. Stephen, don't.

Your mother is so, so pleased.

She's already sent to the dressmakers

and the -- the shoemakers... [Door opens]

...and the Lord knows who else.

Is it safe to come in?

I'm sorry. I only -- Your father felt we should mark the occasion.

And your brother suggested we mark it with fizz.

Well done, Stephen. [Clears throat]

Liza. Father.

Well done, Stephen. Thank you.

Thank you, Sylvester.

Liza. EDWARD: I've, uh...

Thank you. ...talked to the Provost of Trinity.

He says, eh, College Chapel could be used.

HARRY: So shall all the Gods of Erin...

[Door opens] ...Protestant and Catholic, be appeased with this union.

The toast is my duty, I believe, Harry.

Yes, Pater.

The marriage of Stephen and my own Liza.

Is this the vintage, Harry?

HARRY: Only the best for our Liz.

And best of luck to you, Stephen.

You're gonna need it with us as your in-laws.

[Laughter]

[Bicycle wheels rattling]

[Door opens]

Ah. [ Speaks indistinctly ]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Speaks in Irish]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Metal clinking]

Don't overfill the jam tin, Milo,

or it will blow it before you throw it.

[Speaks in Irish]

That's a great job you're doing there, Cormac.

No lover ever caressed his bride more fondly

than I, my lovely, long Lee-Enfield.

I hope you can distinguish between it and your true love

when the time comes.

But for the moment, we are soldiers.

[Door opens]

Commandant Pearse.

We've had word from our Castle contact, Miss O'Flaherty.

Another search.

Are we going out on maneuvers, sir?

Soon, Cormac.

Maneuvers from which not all of us will return.

Like Cúchulainn,

we'll welcome death in battle as a glorious thing.

And God grant we'll all live in eternal glory like him.

Right, lads, uh, guns to the infirmary.

And take as much ammunition as you can hide about yourselves.

[Guns clicking]

[Speaking in Irish]

[Metal clattering]

CORMAC: Let's go. Let's go.

[Speaking in Irish]

[Speaking in Irish]

This is an empire, Hammond.

Its fate does not hang upon the word of a schoolboy

or the fantasies of some crackbrain schoolmaster.

I will not bother the cabinet with rumor and innuendo.

Yes, Sir Matthew.

Do you and, uh, Mrs. Hammond have plans

for the Easter weekend?

We hope to visit family friends.

I hope she has a pleasant stay,

but she should probably return to London soon.

Best we're not distracted, eh, Hammond?

Yes, Sir Matthew.

Carry on, Hammond.

[Bicycle wheels rattling]

[Dog barking in distance]

[Woman speaking indistinctly]

Hello.

Tea's on the table, fresh laundry in the hot press.

Now don't be disturbing me...

because I'm going six spades.

WOMAN: She's bluffing for sure this time. [Woman laughs]

WOMAN: Well, we'll see about that, Moyra O'Riordan.

[Footsteps ascending]

That new bridge game is worse than the gin

when it comes to the ruination of old ladies.

May?

I've been seeing someone, Frances.

Well, that's good, isn't it? Courting?

We're not courting.

He's English.

I'm sure some of them know how to court, at least.

And I've nothing against them as individuals --

It's Mr. Hammond.

Isn't he married?

Now he does sound like the kind of Englishman I object to.

Comes over here, takes --

It's not over, Fran. He doesn't want it to be.

He's selling the cow and still supping the milk?

Oh, May.

I'm sorry.

You've no reason to be afraid, a stór.

But there's no future for you with a married Englishman.

You'll always come off second.

But, Frances -- No.

You can't trust them.

Actually, there was something I hoped you could do for me.

There's a document at the Castle,

orders to arrest all the leaders of the Volunteers and Sinn Féin.

How do you know about that?

If we could get ahold of it and publish it,

all the Volunteers will think

the organization's going to be suppressed,

and they'll come out for us.

They'd never suspect you, May. I took an oath, Fran.

But your Mr. Hammond would protect you. No, Frances.

[Train whistle blows, seabirds calling]

ELIZABETH: This door here. Liberty Hall.

MAN: It's a fair weight, miss. Here.

Here, let me.

I thought you believed in women's equality.

I do. Good.

Thank you.

[Grunts]

[Seabirds continue calling]

Not bad for a girl.

[Bicyle bell rings] Trying to show me up?

You're doing all right for a fella.

I met the Countess.

Oh, yeah? Madame herself.

She said we're taking Stephen's Green.

It must be soon.

This Sunday's mobilization. my guess.

Volunteers have been called out on route marches, too.

Perhaps it will be for the best if it was this Sunday.

Now you're an impatient revolutionary.

Stephen's home on leave.

We're to be married next Monday.

[Train whistle blows in distance]

Congratulations.

Will it be any different after we go out?

Everything's going to be different, isn't it?

English are going to be driven out,

high windows of the rich pulled down.

Including my father's?

He's welcome to join us if he wants,

as long as he's prepared to share his wealth.

I'll ask him so.

Are you up for this for real, Liz?

The English have treated this country shamefully.

And the rich, my father included,

have treated the poor worse.

The worst slums in Europe, they say.

I know. I live there.

I'm up for this.

CHARLES: I should be going.

[Train rails clacking in distance]

[Bedsheets rustle]

What if you didn't?

What if this wasn't a bed in a hotel room, but our own bed?

And where is that bed?

In a house by the sea.

West Sussex.

West Cork. [Chuckles] Of course.

And you -- you'd have a desk that looked out over the water,

where you'd sit and write your books.

You'd have a garden where you grew flowers.

We'd have children.

How many? Three.

That all? Five.

Two boys and... three beautiful girls, like you.

And I'd insist

that they were all called May.

[Laughs] [Chuckles]

Mmm.

[Seabirds calling, indistinct conversations]

[Bell clanging]

Vee, over here.

Darling.

[Car door opens] How pleasant to see you.

You didn't have to come all this way.

Oh, but I did.

Mm. Shall we? [Car door closes]

[Horn honking]

[Seabirds continue calling]

Well, the paper's too big, so we need a larger typeface.

But the ink is good.

[Churck bell tolling in distance]

JIMMY: Print it in two halves.

MAN: Print what, Jimmy Mahon?

[Bell continues tolling]

I thought your rag was banned.

It's not gonna stop us.

What's this?

Irish Citizen Army.

[Paper rustles]

[Paper ball clatters]

Putting on a play, are yous?

ELIZABETH: "Cathleen ni Houlihan."

Yeats.

Thought you socialists were against

all nations and nationalists?

We're all against empires

and the boot-licking rats who work for them.

JAMES CONNOLLY: Joining our union, Detective?

[Door creaks closed]

I would put that away if I were you.

Get out.

[Rifles cock]

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

Get out, you puffed up buffoon.

Get out.

Your day will come, Connolly.

Aye.

Armed guard on both entrances until it's time.

[Doors open]

[Doors close]

So slender.

Slender as I was when I married your father.

Though they say men admire the fuller figure,

a sign of good health and child-bearing potential.

Medically, it makes no difference, Mother.

And does it really matter what men admire?

What men admire and don't admire is important, Liza,

whether you like it or not. [Chuckles]

I don't know what you think you're playing at,

but once you're married, it will all have to stop.

Gaelic culture, theatre -- all very well, but --

[Whispers] I don't know what you're talking about.

A good marriage

is the only way for a woman to secure her future, Liza.

[Church bell tolling in distance]

MAN: There's still another few to go, so let's come on.

Give us a hand with this.

[Man speaks indistinctly] MAN: Watch your step.

Yes? [Clears throat]

For Miss Elizabeth Butler, Madame. For the performance.

From Mr. Connolly, the producer.

To keep them safe.

I'm terribly sorry, but we just don't have the space.

Good evening, gentlemen.

We can put them

in the provisions room out back, Mummy.

It's only for a few days. They'll be gone before Monday.

Right, lads.

[Man coughs]

SYLVESTER: This way.

♪♪

[Typewriter keys clacking]

[Door creaks closed]

Mr. Hammond, please.

I'm afraid he's actually in a meet--

Mrs. Hammond?

Yes.

Miss Lacy. I'm Mr. Hammond's --

I know.

I'll see if he's free.

These orders from General Lowe, now I can read them. Darling.

I need to speak to Sir Matthew. Vee.

[Chuckles] I thought I'd come and relieve you of the tedium...

of generals and Sir Matthew and stenography,

and me of the tedium of that damp little place in Dalkey.

Such a pity Daddy couldn't find you something more exotic.

[Chuckles]

I'm terribly sorry.

I-I just meant somewhere more different --

India or Africa again.

You're practically the same as us here, dear, aren't you?

What a splendid surprise. And just in time for lunch.

You have a club, don't you?

Mm, it's full of tedious types like me.

Let's go to Corless's. Proper local color.

That sounds much more fun.

Hmm?

What about Sir Matthew, Mr. Hammond?

First taking after lunch, if he's available.

[Footsteps depart]

♪♪

[Seabirds calling]

JIMMY: How many? Couple of cases.

I hope Mr. Connolly and Mr. Pearse's proclamation

isn't too long all the same.

Although I wouldn't bet on it with those two.

What about ornamentals? Want it to look proper.

The same ones the Lord Lieutenant uses

to sign his name, the drunken old bastard.

[Laughs]

Heard he used them for other things, though. Hmm.

Jesus, you can still smell the whiskey off it. Yeah.

It's pretty good.

HARRY: Something wrong, Sis?

[Seabirds calling]

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Wanted to ask you one, too.

You first.

Well, the allowance Pater keeps me on

is simply scandalous.

Can barely keep body and soul together on it.

I get by fine on mine.

You're a filly. You don't have to pay for anything.

And a socialist to boot, so you've embraced poverty.

Come on, Sis, you know I can't help myself.

So if you don't help me, I'll have to find it elsewhere.

And Stephen's worth a bob or two.

I know it wasn't just the parliamentary seat

his old man left him.

[Inhales deeply]

What's wrong?

Second thoughts?

No.

So what about your people's army?

I'm not going to listen to you if you're going to be cynical.

In an age of excessive ideals, the cynic is the true rebel.

I'm being serious.

So am I.

My cynicism hides my deep skepticism

of the potential for ideals

to increase human happiness by one jot.

Hmm. Mm.

[Seabirds continue calling]

[Typewriter keys clacking]

NATHAN: It's been decided, Hammond.

But General Lowe's orders, sir.

Lowe's a soldier. Soldiers want to act.

[Clacking slows down] But the decoded German messages, sir.

I know about the decoded German messages,

but our hands are tied.

I think it really might be worth looking into, sir.

Well, you look into it, Charles,

and then you come and report back to me, all right?

CHARLES: Yes, sir. NATHAN: Very good. Carry on.

[Door creaks open]

[Door creaking]

[Door creaks]

♪♪

[Door creaks]

G Division left these personality files up for you.

Shall I leave a message at your home for Mrs. Hammond

to say you'll be late?

No, I'll call her myself. Thank you.

May?

Yes, sir?

Is something wrong, May?

No.

Why would there be, Mr. Hammond?

You're free to leave.

[Door creaks]

♪♪

Evening. Evening!

♪♪

Constable O'Brien.

Miss Lacy.

♪♪

[Dog barking in distance]

[Papers rustle]

[Whispers] May...

[Paper rustles]

I don't know how to thank you. [Kisses]

I don't know what I was thinking. You're a brick.

I'll lose my job,

go to prison.

We all must be prepared to make sacrifices for our nation.

Which nation? You're plotting against my nation.

Has your Englishman so turned your head

you can't see who your own people are anymore?

Has Mr Pearse so turned yours

that you don't know what's right from wrong anymore?

[Footsteps descend stairs]

[Front door opens and closes]

♪♪

[Exhales sharply]

[Knock on door]

♪♪

Miss O'Flaherty works for me, gentlemen.

This is the document.

♪♪

[Men speak indistinctly]

Thank you, Frances.

And, uh, thank your friend.

I'm glad I could play my part.

You may go.

[Men speak indistinctly]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Fire crackling]

[Door slams closed]

Minnie, you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, where you going?

I'm going to Biddy's.

You'd want to watch him, too. He's in a rage with you.

[Door creaks]

There he is now.

Welcome...skiver.

You forced me to take the King's shilling.

You -- you think I --

think I like fighting for the British Army?

While I'm away getting shot at by Turks,

you live off of my shillings that the King pays me.

You'll spend it gladly.

Yeah, with my wife and my young ones.

And now -- now you show great consideration.

You got me older daughter a job in a laundry.

I work when I can, Art.

[Scoffs] Just doing me best.

Yeah, yeah, I bet you do. Yeah.

Yeah.

[Inhales sharply]

And -- and do they pay you really well

down at Liberty Hall?

Liberty doesn't have a price.

And all the rest of it.

And I'm the one who gets called a traitor.

PEGGY: Art.

[Cocks rifle]

Art, please -- Don't defend him. Get out of the way!

No. Please.

What is this doing in my house?

You brought a gun home.

I'm a soldier.

So am I.

[Scoffs] The Irish Citizen Army?

And I suppose this thing here is about

taking a pop at agents of British oppression, yeah?

People like me? Huh?

How does it feel to be on the other end of it?

Take it. [Thud]

Joke of a thing for a joke of an army!

I want it and you out of here now.

You're not welcome here anymore.

But, Art, when you're away... When I'm away what?

Jimmy's a great help with the kids, that's all.

Oh, yeah, I bet he is. Yeah.

You're going to have to do without that help from now on.

You get your own wife, Jimmy. Get your own family.

You've overstayed your welcome,

you and your workers' revolution.

Jimmy. Jimmy, don't go.

What else has he been helping you with?

What do you think? Sit down, you.

[Inhales sharply] Stop. Move it!

Art.

Jim, don't go. Jim...

[Door creaks]

[Door closes, chair clattering]

[Baby wailing]

Yeah. Yeah.

[Baby continues wailing]

[Horse blusters]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Horses' hooves clomping]

[Door knocker clacks]

[Horse whinnies]

May?

Hello, Elizabeth.

So lovely to see you.

And you.

Gosh, it's been an age.

I know. Sure, I've been very busy in the Castle.

I'm sure you have with your studies. Yes.

[Fire crackling]

Come in.

Thank you.

How've you been, May?

Good.

You're almost a doctor now, aren't you?

Nearly. There's something I need to ask you.

Are you certain?

[Dog barking in distance]

What will you do?

[Distant barking continues]

[Inhales sharply]

Well, I can't go back to the Castle once I begin to show.

[Whispers] That might not be such a bad thing.

That was my life, Elizabeth.

What about home?

And shame my father?

They're not very understanding of fallen women in Dublin,

let alone small town Cork.

You could go to England.

Have the baby in secret, have it adopted.

I could lend you the money.

Thank you.

It's very kind of you.

[Inhales sharply]

The father will be delighted.

We've been talking about marriage.

So... [Clicks tongue] we'll just have to do it sooner.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

What was it like?

It was amazing.

[Chuckles]

[Exhales]

I hope you'll be happy, too, Elizabeth.

You always did everything right.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Man laughs]

[Bottle thuds]

Whoa. You didn't used to like whiskey, Stephen.

I discovered its... medicinal power

when we were convalescing in Malta.

All better now? Enough to be sent back out again to France in 10 days.

It's just a bit of shrapnel.

Big push coming, they say.

I'll -- I'll get through it,

knowing that Lizzy's there for me.

And what about your Ingrid, Georgie?

You going to make an honest woman of her?

When I can afford it.

Are things so bad with your father?

I wouldn't take his money if he offered.

Take what's on offer when it's on offer, my motto,

because it mightn't be offered again.

The munitions he's manufacturing are for our side, George.

And what is "our side" fighting for?

So that the English will have to grant us Home Rule after.

And the Ulster Volunteers are fighting so that they don't.

They've legislated for it.

Look, all I'm saying is, I don't think anyone believes

that it's going to be brought in anymore.

And what do people believe then?

That we're sitting on a bomb.

And I believe we should be having a good time.

You two girls fancy a drink?

What are you offering?

The hard stuff.

Want to watch you so.

Uh-huh?

[Glass thuds]

[Corks squeaks]

[Whiskey pouring]

[Bottle thuds]

[Glass thuds]

Now...

what pro quo do I get for my quid?

Don't mind him. We're fine. Thanks.

Speak for yourself. [Match strikes]

Which one of you's going to sit on my knee?

I don't know what you take us for, mister.

[Indistinct conversations continue]

I'll take you for a good time.

Don't be giving it away for free.

Who said I was giving anything away for free?

You're not like that, Minnie.

He smells nice.

See? At least someone's in the mood.

Now, ladies, those drinks I promised you...

Barman, give me a few glasses here for the ladies. [Drink pouring]

How many?

20,000, they estimate.

A German ship with 20,000 guns escaped our Naval blockade

and made it to the coast of Ireland?

The Admiralty knew but didn't act,

or the Germans would've known we cracked their code.

They'd sooner risk a rebellion here.

[Glass thuds]

Well, thankfully, it was intercepted.

As where's this traitor Casement? Under arrest in Tralee.

Have him sent straight to London. Yes, sir.

And in secret.

The last thing we want is a martyr.

And as for their collaborators in our administration,

deal with them. Yes, sir.

[Newspaper thuds]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Once you go in with us, there'll be no going back.

I'll be going out with you.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

[Door creaks]

♪♪

[Paintbrush clinks]

[Trunk thuds]

[Paintbrush clinks]

[Clacking]

♪♪

Where are you off to at this hour of the day, May?

I'm going to England on the early boat.

But you can't.

I'm paid up till the end of the month.

I-I don't care about the money, love.

What's happened? I'm sorry, Aunt Nellie.

Is it a fella?

I'll have my trunk sent on. Goodbye, Aunt Nellie.

♪♪

Miss Lacy?

Sergeant. I've been asked to fetch you to the Castle.

But it's Easter weekend.

What does it concern?

Follow me.

Of course, Sergeant.

♪♪

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