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[Rumbling]

[Rumbling intensifies]

[Coughs]

[Explosions]

[Coughing]

Well?

What's left of the GPO's an inferno.

Whole street's been leveled.

[Gunfire, explosions continue]

[Rubble clattering]

[Man coughs]

[Gunfire]

[Indistinct whispering ]

[Explosion]

SEAN: There's so many casualties.

Mr. Collins. -Sean.

The GPO is ablaze. There's too many people dying.

They know it's over, don't they?

In their hearts.

We need to fight with our brains as well as our hearts.

Well, then, it's agreed. We avoid any more casualties.

Talk to them please, Sean, on all our behalves.

[Explosions]

[Shell whistles, explosion]

[Foghorn blares]

[Bell clanking]

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Man coughs]

[Bell clanking]

[Sea gulls cawing]

-Liz, I'm -- -No.

I don't regret a thing.

[Cawing continues]

And forward march.

[Woman coughing]

[Cawing continues]

[Typewriter clicking]

NATHAN: Thank you, yes, I'm grateful to you for informing me.

[Door opens]

Thank you, Mrs. McGee.

MRS. McGEE: You're welcome, sir.

[Telephone rings]

Surrender?

[Sighs] I've taken the liberty

of drawing up our resignation letters.

Were we not just doing as we were instructed?

We were the ones who were doing or not doing, nonetheless.

I repeatedly attempted to warn you, undersecretary,

and Chief Secretary Birrell to the dangers.

That will be for an inquiry to establish

the truth of or otherwise.

Since when were inquiries interested in the truth?

Do the honorable thing, Hammond.

[Telephone ringing]

Is it not more honorable, sir, in light of your resignation,

that I see to the continued administration of the country?

I've only ever followed orders.

You may go now, Hammond.

[Telephone ringing]

[Indistinct conversations, horses neigh, snort]

What are you looking at?

Nothing much.

Oh, we've got a smart aleck here.

[Grunting] Jim!

That's what a real gun feels like.

[Spits]

[ Grunts ]

Unconditional surrender.

Get used to it.

[Grunts]

Hurry up, missy!

Move! Move! Quicker!

[Panting]

Move it!

[Crowd shouting]

-Murderers! -Starvers of the poor!

-Floozies! -Bastards!

-Send them to the front! -Keep going!

-Floozies! -Hooligans, the lot of ya's.

[Indistinct shouting]

-Murderers! -Miss! Miss! Miss!

Will you tell me ma you've seen me

and that I'm all right, will ya?

-Move it! -Will ya?

Miss!

So, you know him?

No.

WOMAN: Send them to the front! Hooligans!

[Indistinct shouting]

Next.

Name?

MICHAEL COLLINS: Michael Collins.

Carry on.

Name?

Stephen.

Please accompany me.

Next? Name?

I insist on my right as a member

of the Irish Citizen Army to be treated --

I'm the officer, Lizzy. You're the prisoner.

I do the insisting. Just move.

Next.

So you had no intention of marrying me?

Look, I know...

I know things needed to change, Lizzy,

but they were going to change anyway.

[Whimpers]

Then you and your friends went and did this to me?

Th-- Look at the place. The city's in ruins.

Lizzy, look at me. I'm talking to you.

I'm talking to you! Don't you touch me!

Two years -- I was gone for two years,

and I come back to this.

This is bigger than us, Stephen.

I've been ordered to round up the women and send them home,

except the ringleaders and dangerous.

Well, I'm not going home.

-You are. -I'm not.

I'm not going home! I'm not going home!

You are!

Have you not seen the state of this country?!

Yes! No, you haven't!

You haven't! You've got money! I've got money!

I came back to this country --

No!

You're going. I'm not.

You're going home. I'm not going...

No!

[Crying] Get -- Get -- Get out!

[Door closes]

[Baby cooing]

The Mahons, ma'am.

[Baby crying]

Please.

Would you like some more?

[Baby coos]

You're a saint...

to feed people in your lovely house when food is so scarce.

Was it my brother who sent you?

PEGGY: His church.

Father Mulcahy's at the GPO they said.

He promised to fetch me son.

But it's been three days.

[Baby coos]

In fact, we should be getting home, in case there's word.

Come on.

Oh, no, please. I couldn't possibly accept anything.

Oh, no, we're not charity. My husband's in the army.

Well, he's doing his bit, and we're doing ours.

[Baby coos]

[Metal clatters]

Sylvester.

I'm terribly sorry.

[Baby fussing]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Well done.

Doubled in price since yesterday.

I hope they remember all this when all this is done.

One shouldn't let one's left hand

know what one's right hand is doing.

Or don't you have that line in your Bible?

Thank you very much.

We could do with some full-time help.

We haven't any letters of recommendation with us.

Minnie, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Why don't we try?

Sylvester will find you a uniform.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sylvester.

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Indistinct conversations]

Elizab-- Elizabeth.

Thank you, Patrick.

GRETA: Mr. Hammond.

Greta.

Is it over?

Hmm. It is.

That's a relief.

Has everything been all right?

Well, I expect it was a bit worse in town.

Miss Lacy been comfortable?

Oh, most uncomfortable if you ask me.

And she's been sick.

With what?

With what she shouldn't have been doing

without a ring on her finger.

Sorry, sir.

That's my garrulousness, as Mrs. Hammond calls it.

[Piano plays]

Mrs. Hammond?

Yes, sir.

I'll check on our guest first.

[Metal clanging]

MAN: Halt.

[Door opens]

[Man coughing]

[Door creaks, slams]

[Lock engages]

[Man coughs]

[Woman coughs]

I'm sorry I disobeyed you at city hall.

Perhaps you chose right.

We've been locked in this foul place all week.

Tell me, what's the news?

We held out the week.

Come.

Come join us.

Thank you.

CHARLES: I am so sorry.

I had no idea it would last this long.

I was desperate to get back here.

I tried calling,

but Vanessa wouldn't even come to the telephone.

At least you were safe.

I have many times thought that a bullet or a shell

would have been preferable.

I know. I'm so sorry. She can be --

VANESSA: What?

What can I be? -Vee.

What can I be, Charles?

Come to see your whore before your own wife.

Mrs. Hammond, please.

-Vanessa, please. -Out.

I want her out of the house this minute.

Vanessa, I'm sorry, but you seemed lost in your playing.

I don't wish to remain your guest a moment longer

than I have to. Do you still have feelings for her?

No, Vanessa, no. Of course not.

Well, then, I want her gone.

Now, then, darling, don't be silly.

L-Look. -Don't!

I just think we should just sit down

and just talk about this calmly.

Nor are we staying in this God-forsaken country

a minute longer than we need to!

I'm now the most senior member of this administration.

No, you're not, Charles. You're resigning.

If this week wasn't enough to destroy your career --

Without me, this country would be rudderless.

Sir Matthew begged me to stay on.

If you're the only helmsman this country has, God help it!

I'm very grateful to you, Mrs. Hammond,

for the board and the doctor.

I don't want your money. What do you take me for?

Please leave my house!

I'm leaving.

May. May.

♪♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Fire crackling]

[Bell dinging]

[Dinging continues]

[Dinging stops]

Won't you come to bed, Charles?

What does --

What does she have that I don't?

Hmm?

Stupid me.

She has a child.

But it's me that's failed you, isn't it?

I haven't given you what you wanted.

Please don't leave me.

I beg you. I beg you, Charles.

Vanessa, I won't leave you.

Vanessa, Vanessa, listen, listen --

Listen to me. Listen.

I-I think you should go back home to -- to England.

Just while I...

fix things here.

Hmm?

Yes, of course.

What -- Whatever you say.

[Horse neighs]

[Muttering]

Sir.

Mr. Sylvester said evening brandy, sir.

And you are...?

New help, sir. Minnie.

I wasn't aware we were hiring.

I take it you were not involved in this.

I'm firing any on my staff who were.

No, sir. I didn't go near it.

No.

Oh, uh, put it there.

Thank you. Now, uh, would you pour it, please?

Three, four, five.

Put it there.

Fine. Thank you.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Ma'am? Ma'am?

[Door closes]

Father?

FATHER MULCAHY: I am sorry, Mrs. Mahon.

I got there too late.

Peter was shot at the post office.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Breathes raggedly]

Thank you.

[Sobbing]

You can, of course, apply to the unit commander

for leave for the funeral.

My deepest condolences.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Come on in and have a cup of tea.

Hello, Nellie.

May.

May.

I'm so happy you're safe.

What are you going to do?

I can't go home.

My father'd not have me.

I'll have to go across the water.

There's convents there. To hell with that.

You're not giving that child away to the nuns.

And to hell with all them who condemn you.

The world is changing.

Do you still believe a few bullets and bombs

are gonna change anything for me?

For any woman?

Your mother had to give you up, Frances.

It'll be the same for me.

It won't. I'll stand by you.

If they find out I took that document for you,

I'll be sent to prison.

That's one solution, I suppose.

I've taken care of the document.

What about your friends?

Pearse?

The boys?

Should you not stand with them?

What good would I be doing to them in prison?

The battle's fought, but the war's just beginning.

And I've seen how it's going to be fought.

[Man coughing]

MAN #2: On your feet.

[Groans]

Name?

Thomas Clarke.

Occupation?

Tobacconist and president of the Irish Republic.

Strip him.

[Whimpers]

[Fabric ripping]

Now, what are you, Clarke?

President...

of the Irish Republic.

Look at him.

Look at him, all of you bastards!

Look at him!

Your president!

King of the Fenians!

[Laughs]

I'll fix that fella someday.

If they don't fix us first.

[Bell chiming]

[Sea gulls cawing]

Ohh!

[Grunting]

[Crying]

You killed him!

You killed him!

You killed Peter!

[Continues crying]

Put your clothes on.

-Ohh! -[Laughs]

Mr. Brophy, I --

The interest has doubled again.

I had to wait till daylight for the banks.

It's Sunday. The banks are closed.

But your daddy owns one.

[Sighs]

Any good, was he?

Oh, God.

[Both laugh]

I don't understand, sir. Where are we going?

Richmond barracks.

But I'm not in the reserves.

General Maxwell has instructed me to prosecute the rebels.

I need a junior.

He wants to hold the trials immediately.

Of course, sir.

Thank you. A great honor.

A heavy honor, Wilson.

Yes, sir.

Who's defending?

No one.

Maxwell's insisting on trial by field court martial.

So it might be done as swiftly and silently as possible.

[Clock tower chiming] But what about due process?

Martial law, Wilson.

Military process.

[Horse neighs]

Sylvester.

Sylvester.

Where's Sylvester?

Is my father in?

No, sir.

Bring me some sherry, dry.

And a plate of cold cuts and a hard-boiled egg...

to his study.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

[Knock on door]

Enter.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Sylvester said

that's all we had left in the larder.

While Mater feeds half of Dublin, her family starves.

I thought charity was meant to begin at home.

Wait.

Come here. Look at me.

It's you! The little floozie!

I'm not a floozie, sir.

You took advantage.

Please, I need the work.

My father doesn't want me working in the laundry.

Besides, now they wouldn't have me back, anyway.

I'm desperate to get out of that tenement.

All of us on top of each other.

It's no life for me there.

Please, I want to make something of my life, sir.

Don't worry, kiddy. I'll be okay.

But having one's floozie about the place --

It's not really on. It's better if you skedaddle.

Go on.

Hold on.

I wouldn't like to see you short.

You're a good little girl.

Here.

£10?

Better than a cheap hat, eh?

Thank you, sir.

[Door opens, closes]

MAN #3: Company, about turn!

Mahon?

Sarge?

Your request for compassionate leave...

Sarge?

It's been refused.

And they want you transferred immediately

to the first regiment.

You're shipping out for France straight away.

Who's taking -- What about me son's funeral?

Look, Mahon, if you want to make a run for it,

I can look the other way, tell them I couldn't find you.

No, I'm --

No, I can't. It's not an option.

Me wife relies on the...separation money.

Ah.

Good luck.

♪♪

[Engine running]

Papers, please?

[Man coughing]

Can I help you, sir?

Yes. What is all this?

It's a temporary field hospital, sir.

In the castle?

Mm-hmm.

Military trying to humiliate us.

That's Connolly, isn't it?

The union leader?

It's a gangrenous wound.

[Breathing weakly]

But the doctor says if we operate, we can save the foot.

[Coughs]

Why save the foot when you have no intention of saving me?

I'm sure we do intend saving you.

And I am sure you don't.

We're British, Mr. Connolly.

We abide by the rule of law.

We're not savages.

Who are you?

Charles Hammond.

Assistant Undersecretary.

Well, the game has changed, Mr. Assistant Undersecretary.

We shall see your true colors now.

How dare you reproach me.

We've done our best to treat you people fairly.

Do you have any ideas of the problems

that you've caused us, hmm?

All of us.

Me, personally.

Like I said, Mr. Assistant Undersecretary...

true colors.

[Coughing]

[Telephone ringing]

Half a crown for the water. You thirsty?

Little rats.

You'll need to get your hands in your pockets, though,

'cause you're not getting it for free.

Who's thirsty?

Nobody thirsty here, no?

You thirsty?

Half a crown, mate.

And if you ain't got half a crown, your watch will do.

Thought not.

All very quiet now, aren't we?

[Coin clatters]

Him.

It's your lucky day.

Here you go. Ah, ah, ah!

[Hawks, spits]

Drink it up now.

Every last bit.

You dirty, little rats.

MICHAEL COLLINS: Eyes down. No provokes.

Don't be letting on you're anything but a humble volunteer.

[Sea gulls cawing]

Name?

Thomas Clarke.

Is this man known to be signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

STEPHEN: Yes, sir.

Step out.

[Sea gulls cawing]

Name?

James Mahon.

Is this man known as signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

No, sir.

COLEMAN: I recognize him, sir.

He's one of Connolly's commanders.

Thank you, detective. Stand out.

[Horse neighs]

-Name. -Michael Collins.

BARTON: Is this man known as signator, plotter, commander,

or otherwise significant in the rebellion?

Detective?

He's a nobody, sir.

[Cawing continues]

[Indistinct conversations]

MAN: He's looking for one of the rebels.

Stephen?

Stephen?

Stephen!

Ha! I heard you were here.

George.

I'm here for the trials.

We're going to see General Maxwell.

I should be there now, in fact.

How are you, Stephen, after...?

After what?

Elizabeth. Have you seen her?

She's in prison.

Why?

It's her decision.

[Dog barks]

SYLVESTER: And close the gate.

[Lock engages]

Has Mr. Butler returned, Sylvester?

Just. He asked for supper to be brought to his study.

He'll be relieved to know

the shops will be reopening tomorrow.

We'll be back to normal soon.

That is a relief, ma'am.

EDWARD: Dolly! Come here!

Goodness sake, Edward, what's going on?

My money is gone.

Gone where?

From this desk -- robbed.

Someone has forced their way in and taken it.

You, with your poor people and your charity.

One of them did this.

Edward, they were only ever in the kitchen and the hall.

How could they possibly have known --

That girl -- the maid. She saw me doing my accounts.

Where is she?

She didn't show up today.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.

I presumed someone had given her the day off.

-No, I hadn't. -I'm calling the police.

-Oh, Edward, please. -What's her name?

What's her address? Where does she live?

[Bell ringing] -Minnie, wasn't it, mama?

Minnie? Minnie what?

The door Sylvester, please.

Brunswick Street police station, please.

-Please, calm down. -Yes. Edward Butler.

Yes, I wish to report a crime -- a robbery.

Fitzwilliam Square.

Do not touch anything, Harry. Either of you.

-Ma'am. -This is a crime scene.

Thank you.

Yes. Hello.

Thank you.

As soon as possible, please.

Thank you.

EDWARD: They're on their way.

Where are you going?

[Sighs]

Our daughter is in prison, Edward.

You're going there?

Yes, of course.

I forbid you to go.

She's our daughter no longer.

You speak for yourself, Edward.

But she is still my daughter, and if she is in trouble,

I will do whatever I can to help her.

Sylvester.

[Door opens, closes]

There's needs of course, we cannot cater for, but --

[Knock on door]

Mr. Hammond...

We raided Pearse's school,

and we found this in one of the classrooms.

We've been through the employee records,

and we have a lead on who took it from the castle.

Thank you, detective.

I'll look into it as soon as time allows.

[Bell chiming in distance]

Maxwell -- He's pre-judged them.

I'm a barrister, George, but I'm also a reservist.

I must follow orders.

Then why bother with this at all?

What can we do for them, Mr. Wylie?

See that these men get as fair a trial as possible

under the circumstances.

How? There's no defense, no proper judge, no witnesses.

For the charge of assisting the enemy at time of war

to stick, there still has to be some evidence.

Yes. Their own proclamation.

Our "gallant allies" in Europe.

Hmm, could refer to the Belgians, the Serbs,

or the Finns as much as the Germans.

Stronger evidence is needed.

There's something I want you to do for me, George.

[Sea gulls cawing]

[Latch disengages]

George Wilson.

I expect you know who I am.

I was writing a letter to my mother.

I'm sorry if I interrupted.

I was finished.

Would you like a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Why are you here, Mr. Wilson?

A courtesy, Mr. Pearse.

The senior prosecutor, Mr. Wylie, has asked me

to inform you of the charges you and your fellow leaders face.

The charge is of assisting His Majesty's enemies

in a time of war, a capital offense.

That's very kind of him, but please tell Mr. Wylie

that I'm in no need of a defense counsel.

In a field court martial,

you will not be entitled to such.

No matter. I don't intend to defend myself.

And even if I did, I'm a qualified barrister.

Mr. Pearse, as prosecuting counsel,

it is not Lieutenant Wylie's role,

nor mine, to advise you in your defense.

I'm grateful for that.

Just to go back, if --

for such a charge to be upheld,

you would need evidence.

[Clears throat]

And if no such evidence emerges,

then you and your comrades will face the lesser charges

of rebellion and incitement to cause disaffection.

These are not capital offenses.

Well, I'm grateful to you, Mr. Wilson,

and to your Mr. Wylie.

[Clears throat]

Would you like me to see

that your mother receives your letter?

I'm sure our, uh, friends

will want to read it when I'm done.

[Train whistle blows]

What was it you said to Pearse?

Exactly what you told me.

And he writes a postscript to his mother,

asking her to send his thanks and warmest regards

to his good friend the Kaiser?

What's his game?

He must want to die.

Well, Maxwell's only too delighted to help him with that.

What about the other leaders?

He signed their death warrants, too.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

BRIGADIER BLACKADER: Patrick Henry Pearse,

it is charged that you did take part

in an armed rebellion

and in the waging of war against His Majesty the King.

-You should have stayed home! -Whores!

-Murdering bastards! -Whores!

-You shamed us all! -Shame on you!

-Ought to be ashamed! -You should have stayed at home!

Chin up, girls.

-Whores! -Murderer!

WOMAN: You should have stayed at home!

-Murdering bastards! -Murderers!

[Crowd shouting indistinctly]

[Door creaks]

Remember, don't let them see your fear.

Ah!

[Door slams, latch engages]

Aah!

[Door slams, latch engages]

What are you doing here, Charles?

I couldn't stop thinking about you, May.

Did you have something to say to me?

Sorry?

Oh, yes. Of course.

I'm sorry, May.

Vanessa treated you abominably.

What about how you treated me?

Well, I-I suppose I could have treated you better, yes.

But I've decided I'm not going to resign

and return home to England immediately,

like Vanessa wants me to.

I'm going to stay here and put things back the way they were.

I-I'll fix everything, May.

All these little boxes

you put the different parts of your life in --

Charles, they've collapsed.

You can't put them back together again so easily.

I'm serious this time, May.

You and I will have this child together.

I-I have it all worked out.

Even -- Even if you could work it out,

I'm not prepared to live in one of your boxes.

But why?

Because I don't love you, Charles.

[Breathing heavily]

WOMEN: Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

-[Gracie crying] -Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Here, ma.

What's this?

It's for Peter.

So he can have a proper funeral.

He won't have to get buried with the paupers.

Have a hearse and...

Where did you get it, Min?

Mrs. Butler gave it us...

when she heard.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women...

BLACKADER: Such act as calculated to be prejudicial

to the defense of the realm,

and being done with the intention

and for the purpose of assisting the enemy.

Sentenced to death by firing squad.

-Squad 'tion. [Boots stomp in unison]

-Ready. [Rifles clatter in unison]

-Aim. [Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire! [Gunshots]

[Metal clacking]

SERGEANT: 37, Mahon, James.

112, Fitzgerald, Desmond.

104, Houston, John.

54, Cosgrave, William.

88... 41...

...George. 89...

-Squad 'tion! [Boots stomp in unison]

SERGEANT: 41, McGarry...

-Ready. [Rifles clatter in unison]

[Clanking continues]

-Aim. [Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire! [Gunshots]

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

[Gunshots]

-Ready. [Rifles clatter in unison]

-Aim. [Boots stomp in unison]

-Fire! [Gunshots]