Original subtitles

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COLEMAN: Break it down.

[Lock breaking]

[Door opens]

[Door closes] 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!

MAN: Open that one there.

What are you doing in my house?

The back room. They're not there! Nobody's here!

Under the bed! You've no right.

COLEMAN: Where are they, Mrs. Cosgrave?

They're out, I told you.

[Door creaks]

It's empty.

That's the attic.

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

[Breathing shallowly]

I'm a law-abiding citizen.

[Gun cocks]

There's nothing up there!

[Door closes in distance]

[Door squeaks] MAN: Where does this door lead?

Where's this lead? NELLIE: It's an alleyway!

Detective! Detective here! Back door!

Detective!

[Door slams]

MAN #2: Check the alleyway up and down.

[Exhales deeply]

[Door closes in distance]

[Pigeons cooing]

[Pigeons flying off]

[Bell tolling]

[Thunder rumbles]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Doors clanging]

[Door creaks]

[Latch clangs]

Haven't I had 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's been sent back to the front

without being allowed to bury his only son

because of this trouble.

I can't forgive you.

[Cries]

That's the only reason I came, Jimmy.

[Voice breaking] To tell you I can't forgive you.

God help me.

[Pounding on door]

Jimmy, get me out.

[Pounding]

[Sniffles] Sorry. I'm sorry.

[Lock slides open]

[Pounding] [Sobbing]

[Latch opens]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Door closes]

[Crying]

[Engine running]

[Engine stops]

[Door creaks open]

[Groaning]

CAPTAIN HEATHCOTE: Sit the man down!

MAN: [Groaning]

Priest!

[Breathing shallowly]

PRIEST: [Whispering indistinctly]

Miss?

[Groaning]

Close the gate!

[Gate closes]

Attention! [Footsteps]

Ready! [Guns click]

Aim! [Guns cock]

Fire! [Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

[Gate closes]

MAN: 'tion!

Squad, right turn!

[Stomping]

[Footsteps]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

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.

[Sighs]

Everyone now marches to the military drum.

[Scoffs]

Even the lawyers, the champions of civil society.

Stephen, I'm begging you. Ideals 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, Nellie.

[Engine whirs in distance]

I'm going to turn myself in.

No, May, you can't give in to them.

They're not gonna stop until they find me.

I can't go on hiding like this.

You have to think of your future.

I'll sort it.

Trust me.

[Lock disengages]

[Lock clangs]

[Door creaks open]

[Footsteps]

CAPTAIN HEATHCOTE: Stand to attention.

Stand him up.

JIMMY: [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.

[Doors closing]

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MAN: On your feet.

♪♪

Stand tall, men!

♪♪

Wait there.

At ease!

MISS QUINN: I came out to fight for an Irish Ireland,

and I'm 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. MAN: Yes, sir.

Name.

[Panting]

George.

Good God, Lizzy.

Please take a seat, Miss Butler.

This prisoner poses no threat. You may leave.

MAN: 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?

[Scoffs]

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 recognize the court.

What could we do?

What do you mean, what could you do?

Good God, you've been here at Kilmainham, Lizzy.

You women must have heard them every morning.

I wouldn't have thought you and this man were --

Which morning, George?

I understand General Maxwell ratified the sentence yesterday.

[Door closes in distance]

Why do you ask about him,

you don't ask anything about Stephen?

[Cries]

We need to talk about your case, Lizzy.

I'll do all I can for you, recommend leniency.

If you testify that you were misled,

perhaps by this Mahon character,

you can say he persuaded you.

Why is it you men think

that every serious thing that 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.

You'll be detained here to await sentencing.

Take her!

[Crying]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Laughter, bell clanging]

MINNIE: What did the Police want?

Was it it about Peter?

PEGGY: It was Jimmy.

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

He just wanted to know we were all right.

The Police came out all this way to get you

so Jimmy could ask if we're all right.

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

Not after Peter, and now Da being sent off.

What are we going to do?

We keep going, Minnie.

[Sighs]

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 coos]

Hmm?

She's a saint.

The one good thing that's happened to us.

[Door shuts]

[Baby crying]

[Baby crying in distance]

MINNIE: [Breathing shallowly]

[Crying]

Can your friends at the Castle not do anything?

I talked to Hammond for you.

The under-under something or other.

[Coughs]

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 are stamping out disloyalty. No, Edward.

Forced loyalty is slavery.

[Gasps]

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

not wanting 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.

They're our people, Dolly.

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 Lizzy, she's different.

She wants to help people,

those less fortunate than herself.

Well, 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 is mine.

Now it's yours.

Bribing a detective.

[Scoffs]

I wonder what your father will make of this.

[Engine whirs in distance]

[Birds cawing]

[Inhales deeply]

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. MAN: Yes, sir.

[Exhales deeply]

[Sobbing]

[Vomiting]

MAN: Prisoners, right turn.

Follow me.

[Birds tweet]

And what is the purpose of your journey?

BOY: Evening news! First edition!

[Horn honks] Prime Minister Asquith in Dublin!

Evening news! First edition!

[Gates open]

[Telephone ringing, Indistinct conversations,

[Knocks on door] CHARLES: Enter!

[Door opens]

MAY: I've come to turn myself in.

[Telephone rings]

This document you stole, I can bury it.

How?

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.

[Telephone rings]

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? It's how the world sees it.

And I didn't cause you to commit treason.

[Knock on door]

Come in. [Door opens]

Miss Lacy.

COLEMAN: I heard you were in the building.

Excuse me, Detective, I'm talking with Miss Lacy.

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.

Miss Lacy?

Thank you, Detective.

Let me know.

Soon.

[Engine whirring]

[Brakes squeal]

McAULEY: Right, Mahon, Swan, Murphy,

De Valera, out you get.

Come on, come on!

[Horn honks]

So, you're the Spaniard. I'm an Irishman.

Malone and the rest of us could have held there 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 opens]

Jimmy Mahon!

[Chuckles]

I'll be damned, huh? He's risen from the dead.

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

[Laughs]

DESMOND: Attention!

[Heavy footsteps]

Our last commandant still living.

Desmond.

At ease.

[Wind howling indistinct conversations ]

[Clanging, footsteps]

DOLLY: George?

George, wait!

[Door closes]

GEORGE: Mrs. Butler.

Have you seen the women 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.

[Door opens]

ELIZABETH: Mummy!

[Sobbing]

Elizabeth.

I'm so sorry.

[Crying]

I'm proud of you.

You fought for your beliefs.

[Sniffles] You wouldn't keep an animal in such conditions.

They even took the photo 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.

[Horses snort, engines whir]

[ Sighs ]

Daddy?

I've got a small confession to make.

Um...

Daddy?

[Drawer opens, closes]

[Phone clicks]

Good afternoon, the police, please.

[Indistinct conversations]

PEGGY: 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 cries ] I've been told what to do

and what me 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!

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.

[Baby coos]

Then your God's no better than me.

[Baby coos]

It's his heart.

It appears to be of 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.

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 apologize 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.

Oh, well, chop, chop.

No more to be done.

[Horse snorts]

[Engine whirs]

[Bike bell dings]

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MULCAHY: 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?

[Chuckles] 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.

NELLIE: Come in.

I telegramed 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. And just like her,

you've fallen in with the wrong crowd.

The Reverend Mother has found you a housekeeping job --

a widower.

A good man.

All the better to handle you. Handle me?

Until 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 opens, closes]

BLACKADER: Suicide is the most cowardly act of all.

STEPHEN: 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 honorable discharge.

As I said, do you think us so foolish?

You'll have no discharge,

either honorable or dishonorable.

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 honors in the future.

[Stomps]

Yes, sir.

[Birds chirping]

INGRID: I'm going to the Western Front.

This war can't just be 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.

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 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.

[Birds cawing]

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry.

[Sighs]

[Wind whistling]

[Door closes]

Hello?

I saw you went to the Castle.

Are you spying on me? 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 it?

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.

When I was out on Easter Week, May,

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

That I wasn't the 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.

[Match strikes]

[Exhales]

Well, 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.

[Inhales, exhales]

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

One of the soldiers offered me a half crown

for a few slices of beef and a spud.

[Laughs]

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

[Door opens]

Aren't you going to finish? McAULEY: Get up! Everybody up!

You're shipping out!

On your feet, look lively!

Move it!

[Bell tolling]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

DESMOND: 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 Mills

said he was crazy half the week.

Well, there's a feeling that 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 who says he lost it.

Or wasn't the brains behind Mount Street.

Now, I'm just passing the word on.

Mick, d'you have a light?

McAULEY: Alright, 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

and enjoyed life while he --

He was right, Harry.

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

I had hope 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.

[Telephone rings]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone ringing]

[Knock on door]

Enter.

[Door opens, closes]

MAY: 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.

On certain conditions.

I do not wish to be beholden

to the generosity of Mrs. Hammond again.

I'm sure other accommodation could 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.

[Footsteps]

[Door opens, shuts]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Telephone rings]

[Indistinct conversation]

[Telephone ringing]

[Glasses clinking, indistinct conversations

If it isn't my little floozy.

There's many 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? MAN: Yeah.

[Thumps] Smoking now.

Quite the grown-up, aren't we?

[Indistinct conversations]

[Bell tolling]

[Ship horn honks]

[Indistinct shouting]

WOMAN: Up the Volunteers!

[Shouting continues]

Here they come, guys!

You'll keep quiet. You'll keep quiet!

MAN: I will on my arse, you foreign collaborator! Get back! Get back!

[ Shouting continues ]

[Horse whinnying]

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

Maybe they're on the boat.

They'd hardly billet us with the women.

You've got it bad, Jimmy.

[Indistinct shouting]

WOMAN: Let us walk our own streets!

Up the Irish! MAN: What a place!

[Shouting continues ]

MAN: Up the Volunteers!

[Indistinct shouting, crowd hissing]

WOMAN: Get off me!

[Shouting continues]

MAN: Get their hats off!

Get your hands off me!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Bike bell rings]

[Shouting continues]

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[Clanging]

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ELIZABETH: Jimmy!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Get off!

MAN: Keep going!

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Jimmy!

[Grunts]

No, no, no!

Up the workers' republic!

MAN: Come on! Move on!

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JIMMY: Up the rebellion!

MAN: Come on, ladies. Get in line, two by two.

Come on.

Forward march, ladies.

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[Birds cawing]

♪♪

[Baby cooing]

♪♪

[Horn honks]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Horse whinnies]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Shells clanging on ground]

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[Crowd cheering in distance]

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

MAN: They sneaked him off to Belfast earlier on the q.t.

The crowd's chaffing him for executing them poor fellas.

It's the rebels they're cheering.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. Good God.

Well...

...Up Lizzy.

And up the bally Irish!

And up me, too!

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

[Glass thuds on bar]

[Laughs]

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