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[Gunshot]

FRANCES: [Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot, stone shatters]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Bell tolling]

BOWEN-COLTHURST: Squad 'tion!

[Crows cawing]

Ready!

[Rifles cocking]

Aim!

Fire!

[Gunfire]

[Bird squawking]

[Body thuds]

Hold your arms!

[Bell tolling]

You didn't fire, private.

No, sir.

And why not?

These men were traitors, were they not?

Are they not?!

MAN: Sir, he's still moving.

[Gunshots]

[Bird cawing]

[Gull squawking]

MICHAEL COLLINS: To the international community of nations

from the General Post Office, Dublin.

MAN #2: Yes, sir. [Telegraph clacking]

For three days, the Irish Republic

stood against the greatest empire in the world.

Dublin is firmly held.

All British attacks repulsed, but our forces are surrounded.

[Dog barking, breathing heavily, gunshot]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Gunshot]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunshots]

[Man laughs]

It's over.

Harris, I bet you were there

for about a couple of weeks or something.

Hey, hey! Just a moment, missy.

Where are you going?

Home.

I-I-I was stuck at a friend's house at the curfew.

Is that right?

You sure about that?

I am, sir.

Not lying to me, now?

No, sir.

"No, sir."

Lieutenant!

STEPHEN: What is it, Corporal?

This one wants to pass.

Anyone in a rebel uniform who does not offer

unconditional surrender is a legitimate target, Corporal.

But civilians, especially women and children,

we're here to protect them.

[Gunshot]

-[Sighs] -Go on.

[Dog barking]

Are you sure we can trust them?

They're our fellow countrymen, Corporal.

If we're not protecting them, then who are we protecting?

If they were good Catholics, Mulcahy,

they would be morally bound to surrender

to the overwhelming arms

in order to prevent useless sacrifice.

But how will we look if we support

a foreign imperial Protestant power

against our own, your Grace?

For the past 20 years, I've worked with Mr. Redmond

and the Irish Party to see Home Rule achieved

in this country and for the Catholic Church

to be at the center of the new parliament.

I'm only suggesting that we keep contact,

to keep the door open.

When I was with them at the Post Office,

I felt something, your Grace, something powerful,

something positive, something we should be a part of.

They're hooligans, Father Mulcahy,

and I forbid you to have anything more to do with them.

The most pressing concern

is to preserve the treasures of Mother Church.

We must see to the safety of all movable Church property.

Yes, your Grace.

And what of the people?

Our primary duty is to the Church.

[Bell tolling]

[Hooves clopping]

[Telephone ringing] That's all the information I was able to gather.

[Gunshots] A whole brigade.

Two regiments.

By God, we must be beating them

if they're having to call up English brigades.

And Commandant DeValera --

he has covered the city's approach routes?

There's a small company in the Ballsbridge approach

under Lieutenant Malone.

And what about the other routes?

I understand DeValera's reluctant

to risk his men against such odds.

[Gunshot]

Miss Carney.

Yes?

Type an order.

You follow me.

Yes, sir.

[Telegraph clicking]

The world now knows of our stand, Mr. Connolly, sir.

Let's hope the signal got further than Liverpool.

It looks like Liverpool have got something for us --

British reinforcements -- a task for you, Jimmy.

I know you've been itching for action,

and there's been little here as yet.

You're to take the orders direct to Lieutenant Malone.

Frances here will show you.

What about his commandant?

Let's bypass Mr. DeValera and his scruples

and hope that the brigades don't bypass the one bridge

that he's deigned to fortify.

-Peter? -Uncle Jimmy.

What the hell are you doing here?

I wanted to fight for Ireland, too,

but all they'll let me do is peel potatoes.

[Groans] It's my brother's boy, Mr. Connolly.

I'm gonna have to take him home.

It's too dangerous, and you have your orders.

I'll send him back with the priest later.

In the meantime, how would you like to be

my own personal messenger?

I'd like it well, sir.

Will I get a uniform?

Well...you can take your uncle's hat,

for he'll not be needing it.

FRANCES: Best lose the jacket, too,

if we're to cross the city.

Checkpoints everywhere.

[Explosion] There's no way English capitalists

would destroy their own property.

When it's Irish property, sir, they'll not give a damn.

Come on. We should hurry.

Look after these for me, yeah?

Look, whatever you do, Peter,

stay in the building, away from the windows.

Do exactly what Mr. Connolly says.

-Yeah. -Do you hear me? -Yeah.

[Explosion]

[Bird squawks]

Elizabeth.

Thank you.

[Gunfire]

We'll be on to the communion wafer next.

Elizabeth.

[Bird squawks]

In the new Ireland,

we'll not let all this religious humbug divide us.

My father says socialism's the work of the devil.

[Laughs] Sounds like mine.

But if poverty is the work of God, then I'm with the devil.

Is it your father you're running from?

He wants me to marry my cousin.

You haven't had se--

No!

[Gunshot]

[Bird squawking]

A fine pair -- two escaped brides.

There was someone else.

And?

That's why I'm here.

It seems that some things are more important to him than me.

Maybe some things are more important,

or maybe those things are telling us

this person is not the right person.

Did you have someone else?

It was more I'd changed.

How?

I began to know my own mind.

Before this, everything used to frighten me.

But now, in spite all this, I'm not so afraid.

I...

[Door opens]

I'm of some use.

Are you ready?

Come on.

[Bell tolling]

[Bells chiming]

[Telephone ringing]

Well?

General Lowe thanks you for your advice

regarding the collection and burial of civilian bodies.

He'll set a party to it.

And?

He asked me to relay that your misgivings

regarding their tactics have been noted

and shall be conveyed to General Maxwell when he arrives.

However?

He's confident that they are commensurate

with the military situation.

And will destroy the city and our ability to govern it.

[Telephone ringing] I'll have to write to Asquith again.

[Clears throat]

Sir, perhaps we've done all we can.

We are the representatives of His Majesty's government.

We cannot abandon our posts until the trouble is passed.

Sir, we haven't slept in three days.

I really should return home.

The answer is no, Hammond.

You may telephone your wife.

Yes, sir.

MAN #3: At ease!

Forward!

[Bird cawing]

GRETA: Yes. She's here, Mr. Hammond.

But she can't come to the telephone.

Oh, she's...indisposed.

Miss Lacy -- She's fine, too.

We're all fine.

Yes, Mr. Hammond.

[Telephone cradle rings]

He says to say he apologizes once again,

but he's not able to leave the castle.

And does he apologize for leaving me locked up

for the whole Easter vacation with her?

He didn't say, ma'am.

Is she still upstairs?

Yes, ma'am.

Tell her if she isn't down by lunch,

I will drag her down by the hair myself.

[Vomits]

[Coughing]

[Spits]

Should I tell Mrs. Hammond you're sick?

No, thank you. Please don't.

[Door opens, closes]

[Spits, groans]

[Horse whinnies, snorts]

[Gunshot]

Penny, Mister? We're starving.

Mister!

HARRY: Things must be bad.

The priests are scarpering with the family jewels.

Mummy asked me to come to you.

To come fetch me home?

To ask you to come home.

It's not too late.

Pater believes your truancy

is motivated by mercy other than menace.

[Gunshot]

And it's not too late with Stephen either.

I'm not coming home.

I'm needed here.

[Man coughs]

Harry, why are you really here?

I swear, Lizzie, I've learned my lesson this time.

Christ, look around you. You should be helping us.

I don't have any money.

Anything?

I'm desperate.

Try looting.

It's a bit common.

[Sighs]

He said he'd go to Mummy and Daddy.

He knows who they are.

I'm afraid he might cause a scene or worse.

Who?

The money lender.

INGRID: Elizabeth.

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

[Man coughing]

You don't deserve it.

[Man coughs]

[Man groans]

[Man coughing]

[Groaning]

[Door closes]

[Horse neighs]

BOWEN-COLTHURST: Attention.

Private.

MAN #4: Company, fall in!

'ttention!

I could have you court-martialled.

You should be ashamed to stand beside these men.

Forward! Match!

Instead, they're looking for people

to shift the dead from the streets.

[Footsteps marching in unison]

I volunteered you, private,

since you're not up to real soldiery.

Left, right, left!

Yes, sir. Left!

Yes, sir. Left, right, left!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Left! Company, halt!

[Gulls screeching]

[Horn honks]

Ar aghaidh linn. Come on.

[Wings fluttering]

[Knock on door]

[Explosion, gunfire]

Lieutenant Malone,

-That's me. -Jimmy Mahon.

New orders from headquarters.

[Explosion]

Reynolds?

Sir.

All the ammo you've got.

Make every bullet count.

Yes, sir.

Mahon, wasn't it? Yeah.

You a shot? Yeah, I can shoot.

You?

Frances. I can shoot.

You a lassie?

I'm a lassie, and I'm a soldier.

[Explosion]

All right.

I'll be in the abandoned house at the top of the street.

You don't open fire until you see me open fire.

All right, lads.

[Gunfire]

Everyone into position.

Let's go.

[Gunfire]

[Explosions]

[Birds squawking]

[Gunshot]

[Horse neighs, dog barks]

[Hooves clopping]

MAN #5: Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left, left! Left, right, left!

[Footsteps marching in unison]

Jesus. There's loads of them.

[Rifle cocks]

Left, left! Left, right, left!

Left!

[Gunshot] It's started.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Gunfire]

Give me the Mauser.

Yeah.

[Rifle cocks]

[Gunfire continues]

[Screaming]

[Laughter]

[Explosion]

HARRY: Ah! If it isn't me old pal, Georgie Wilson.

I thought I'd find you here.

Stand me a drink?

I'm looking for Ingrid, Harry.

Ah. Your Belfast ice maiden with the fiery heart.

Yeah, well, she's come down from Belfast.

I tried to send her home, but she ran away.

Disobedient filly.

Try and be serious for once in your life, can you?

[Explosion] There's a war zone out there.

They're shelling the hell out of the quays.

Well, perhaps I can help you in your quest, but...

A glass of porter and a whiskey for my friend, please.

A large one.

And I haven't eaten since yesterday.

[Explosion]

And a sandwich.

I can do you a few slices of ham, but it will cost you.

[Laughs]

[Indistinct conversations, explosion]

Go ahead.

I went to see Lizzy today.

She's helping in a field hospital.

There was an Ulster girl with her.

Pretty young thing.

I think they were shipping her out to a hospital -- the Mater.

I better go. It's across town!

It will take you half the day to get there with the brouhaha.

And a fella can't march on an empty stomach.

[Gunfire]

Georgie!

[Baby screams] Father, please, come back. We're desperate, will ya?

Father!

We need food, Father.

The bakeries are all closed,

them that the rebels haven't taken over.

I can offer neither bread nor milk,

but if you've a message for a loved one

involved in the rebellion, I'll take it.

WOMAN: What are you doing, taking those bastards' side?

Aren't they the reason we're starving?

Somebody must look to their spiritual well-being.

What about ours?

Where was the Church when the poor needed them?

Should be ashamed of yourself.

Father, I've a message for my son, Peter Mahon.

What's the message?

He's only 11. Tell him he's to come home.

I'll take him home myself.

[Clanking]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Piano plays]

[Door opens, creaks]

Miss Lacy, you're up at last.

Sorry, Mrs. Hammond. I wasn't feeling very well.

Hmm. Greta told me.

It has passed.

Sherry?

I really shouldn't.

I insist.

You may leave us, Greta.

You know, Miss Lacy...

[Door opens, closes]

...your stay might be more pleasant for us both

if we got to know each other a little.

[Clock chiming]

[Clears throat]

I suppose you know people involved in this trouble.

No. Why should I?

It's a small place.

I don't know anything about it.

You're Irish.

I am. But, like you, I'm a subject of the British king.

And where are your people from?

My family are from Cork, Mrs. Hammond.

And what does your father do?

He has a shop.

How quaint.

A tailor.

Mine's a Sea Lord.

He's at the Admiralty.

What do you do, Mrs. Hammond?

A lady does not do, Miss Lacy.

Drink your sherry.

I can't.

Greta said you were ill yesterday morning, too.

I shall have to call a doctor.

Please don't. It's not necessary.

You're my guest. I insist.

[Fire crackling]

[Piano plays]

FULSILIER O'HANLON: These English Tommies are welcome

to the scrap, if you ask me.

Sinn Feiners might be a bunch of bastards...

but they're our bunch of bastards.

I don't like being asked to fire on them, you know?

[Groans]

The sooner we do this, the sooner it gets done.

Yeah.

[Insects buzzing]

♪♪

You all right, fella?

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

Where are you going?

We have orders.

[Gunfire]

GENERAL LOWE: Would you repeat that, please?

-2nd Battalion here. -I see.

No, no, uh, captain.

You may not have permission to reroute

via the Baggott Street Bridge, nor the Leeson Street Bridge

or any other damn bridge.

The British army will not retreat in the face of a rabble.

The Sherwood Foresters will come through at all costs as ordered.

[Telephone cradle rings] Yes, Mr. Hammond?

You asked to see me, sir.

Yes. General Maxwell has been appointed to deal

with the situation by whatever means necessary.

Kindly inform Mr. Nathan that all future communications

with Mr. Asquith and the government

must pass through this office.

General, a list of all the ringleaders --

names, addresses, places of work.

Thank you, Detective Coleman.

Good day, Mr. Hammond.

[Explosion]

[Telephone rings]

What sort of a ragtag mob is this that thinks

it can take on the British Army? [Chuckles]

MAN #7: Where's that coming from?!

[Gunshot]

Upper window!

[Gunfire]

[Men screaming]

[Gunfire continues]

They keep sending them in!

The common man's life is nothing to these people.

My own brother's a soldier.

Yet you keep putting them down.

[Gunfire]

We're all slaves to our masters.

[Gunfire]

[Man screams, whistle blows]

-What's that? -Fall back!

MAN #8: Move the dead and wounded!

Jesus Christ, they're playing at war

like it's a game of football.

[Gunshot]

[Dog barking]

[Whistle blows]

[Gunshot] MAN #9: Ooh! [Screams]

[Man shouts indistinctly]

[Man groans]

-Aah! -Got him.

[Gunfire]

Let them blast away for a bit! We need to preserve the ammo!

Reinforcements should be here soon.

[Gunfire continues]

♪ Soldiers are we ♪

♪ Whose lives are pledged to Ireland ♪

♪ Some have come ♪

♪ From a land beyond the wave ♪

♪ Sworn to be free ♪

♪ No more an ancient sireland ♪

♪ Shall shelter the despot or the slave ♪

[Explosion] Through here.

[Singing indistinctly in distance]

Hey, young fella.

Yes, sir?

What age are you?

14.

Just small for me age, sir.

We need scouts.

Yes, sir, but I'm Commandant Connolly's

personal messenger, sir.

Well, it's him who ordered it, so I'm sure he won't mind.

We need to see where the enemy big guns are.

You think you could help us out?

Come on.

My uncle said to stay here, to not go near the windows.

[Gunshot]

Your uncle?

What's your name?

-Peter. -Peter, come with me.

[Gunshots]

[Explosions]

INGRID: Just take deep breaths.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

Just -- Just hold still. Ingrid?

Thank goodness you're safe.

George.

I've been looking for you since you ran off from me.

I didn't ask you to.

And you were happy enough to be rid of me before.

I'm sorry.

Three days ago, I would have followed you

to the ends of the Earth.

[Explosion] But now I'm a nurse.

I feel like God's telling me to do it.

Ingrid, this is no place for you.

Follow me, Ingrid.

You have the law, and I have patients to see to.

[Explosion]

[Baby cries]

[Bell tolling, dog barking]

SADIE: Look. It's Da.

[Baby crying]

You're back already?

Just wanted to see you -- see you all.

Sadie.

[Baby crying]

Minnie, give your Da a hug, will you?

Sorry if I've been harsh with you, Minnie love.

Something happen, Art?

No, no. Where's Peter?

Come upstairs, and we'll talk.

Come on.

Minnie, look after your sisters.

[Laughter, explosion]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

We've been looking for you.

You got the money?

[Explosion]

Well, I really must be elsewhere.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Gunfire]

[Explosion]

I'm not waiting. Hurry up.

[Woman laughs]

[Explosion]

[Bell clanging]

Come in, please, Doctor.

Thank you.

Just this way.

Miss Lacy's upstairs.

She hasn't been feeling very well.

[Horse whinnies]

You're back.

There's a flood of refugees streaming down Mount Street.

Good God.

Ballsbridge is like the Western Front.

[Shotgun cocks]

Is that shotgun really necessary, Edward?

Food has not been brought into the city in three days.

I had to pay three times the market value for those.

People are desperate.

Well, maybe we should be trying to help them, then.

Maybe we should be getting out, Dolly.

I telephoned my sister in Belfast this morning.

They've no trouble up there.

They've got their troublemakers firmly under control.

You mean the Catholics.

This is my home, Edward.

I will not leave my children.

One of whom is a wastrel who does not deserve our protection,

and the other who ran away and doesn't desire it?

You leave if you wish,

but I shan't be joining you in the Black North.

[Smooches]

[Explosion]

[Gunfire]

[Insects buzzing]

[Explosions]

[Explosion]

Hey!

[Insects buzzing]

Come here!

It's not safe. Come here.

[Bird squawking]

Get off the street!

Come here.

Hey!

Come here. It's not safe.

[Gunshot] Aah!

[Screaming]

[Breathing heavily]

[Crying]

Oh! He's a child!

He's a child!

[Rifle cocks] He's a child!

He's only a child!

[Crying]

You're gonna be fine, my love. You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.

It's all right.

[Gunfire] -Get clear! -Check the door!

I think they've got a fix on us!

FRANCES: Well, we'll go down fighting!

Where are the reinforcements?!

Where the hell is DeValera?!

[Gunshot] MAN #10: You two, out back.

[Gunfire]

[Coughs]

Our deaths will be an inspiration to others.

No, you listen to me!

You can sacrifice yourself for Gaelic Ireland another day,

but when I'm not with you!

You hear me?! [Gunfire]

The basement! Let's go!

No!

I'm not into that blood sacrifice shite! Come on!

[Gunfire]

♪♪

-Wait. -Halt!

[Gunshot] Drop them!

Frances, go, go, go!

-Drop your guns! -How many? How many?

Two at least. Maybe more.

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Use your cover.

[Gunshot] Aah!

[Groaning] -You all right, Danny?

-You all right, Danny? -[Groans]

[Gunshots]

-He's running. -Front door.

MAN #11: Do you hear anything?

Frances!

Frances!

Halt.

[Rifle rattling]

D-D-D-Drop your weapon.

[Rifle thuds]

Turn around.

[Gunshot] Aah!

[Breathing heavily]

[Gunfire]

Come on, Frances. Come on.

[Gunfire]

Hang on, hang on. Jesus.

[Crying]

-Move! -[Screams]

He'll make it, won't he?

-Maybe. -Come on, Peter.

[Crying]

He was hit by a bullet.

Up here.

[Gunfire]

That man -- is he dead?

-Yes, he is. -We need the table.

Nurse, can you help me? -Yes, miss.

-Lift him. Are you ready? -Ready.

-All right, all right. -Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Put him down, put him down!

I need some bandages. I need a clean tray.

Right away.

I think it's gone right through.

Pack it in. More bandages. You've got to stop the flow.

-He's losing a lot of blood. -I need some spirits.

He's gonna be all right. He's just a boy.

You sent him out!

Press harder.

It's all down his back. He's lost a lot of blood.

What's his name?!

Peter.

Peter, are you listening? We're going to save you.

All right.

You've got to fight, okay?

[Gunfire]

Peter.

Keep -- Keep holding.

Keep holding it!

[Indistinct shouting]

MAN #12: You go right!

[Indistinct shouting continues]

Cover me! [Gunfire]

-Get up! -Run!

[Both breathing heavily]

[Indistinct shouting]

MAN #13: Down the alley. Got them.

-Have you, now? -Fire!

[Gunfire]

-To the right. -Fire!

Stop!

[Gunfire]

Go, go, go!

Don't let him get away!

MAN #14: Come on!

In there.

-Follow them! -[Breathing heavily]

Up!

MAN #15: Watch your backs!

-Up here. -Check on the left.

-Which way?! -Oh, they've got to be here!

Check houses.

[Banging on door]

You go right!

[Both breathing heavily]

Open the gate!

[Gate opens]

Don't lose them!

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Both breathing heavily]

[Gunfire]

That fella was only handing out bills.

He was trying to stop the looting.

I know, but he must have done something for the captain

to have told you to shoot him.

There were others, too, the kids -- 18, 19.

They were just bystanders.

And there's no one you can tell?

Who'd listen to me, Peg? I'm only a private.

I'm not some bloody Trinity pal.

I can't go back.

PEGGY: But if you've run away, they'll come after you.

I-It's not just that. It's --

[Match strikes] It's everything.

And when I saw that dead girl today,

I just kept thinking, that could have been Minnie.

My heart bleeds for you for what you went through in Turkey.

Look at me.

Precious few days you have with us.

See your own city turned against itself, your own brother.

Ordered to shoot your own.

But you need to go back.

Lord forgive me, I don't want to be the one ask you.

But you are.

Yeah, I am.

You need to go back.

[Sighs]

I don't even know who I'm fighting for anymore.

You're fighting for us...

your family.

You're our king, and we're your country.

Art, you're fighting for us.

[Sobs]

I love you, Arthur Mahon.

[Smooches]

You're sure the priest will bring Peter back?

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, he promised he would.

[Birds squawking]

[Explosions]

They saw us. We need to hide.

Not so keen to die for Ireland now, are you?

I'd gladly die for it,

but I'm starting to think I'm more use to her alive.

Besides, we've been fighting it all wrong.

That's the way we should have been doing it back there --

10, 15 of us holding off a whole brigade.

Yeah. Now finally you're talking.

I wouldn't want to give those English sewer rats

the pleasure of killing us.

I know somewhere we can go.

It should be safe.

Go there, then. I'm going back to the GPO.

Back to the GPO? My nephew's in there.

[Explosion]

[Door opens]

The trouble you and your Mr. Pearse have caused --

I'm ashamed. That's what I am.

And what are you dressed like?

Sometimes I wonder if you're my sister's child at all.

Come in, and I'll feed you.

[Door opens]

[Door opens, creaks]

[Bird squawking]

It's good of the doctor to come.

You may sit.

They said they've been working around the clock

because of the rebellion

and it's a relief to know that your illness is merely

a natural consequence of your condition.

Three months gone, he reckoned.

It's funny.

I took you for an adventuress,

not a cheap whore.

I beg your pardon?

VANESSA: You're not the first, Miss Lacy.

Is that so?

When Charles was in East Africa, he grew close to a native --

My-My or La-La or some such.

He didn't try to hide it from me.

He told me about her.

I forbore, knowing that he would grow tired of her, and he did.

The end of his posting, he returned to London and to me

without so much as a backward glance.

And there have been others, too -- bits of local color.

But I doubt whether I, let alone he,

could remember any of them.

But you are the first to try a trick like this.

A trick like what, Mrs. Hammond?

Getting yourself pregnant.

Oh, I didn't get myself pregnant.

Your husband got me pregnant.

See, Miss Lacy, Charles and I were unable to have children.

A top Harley Street practitioner found that the fault lies

with the seed, not the soil, so I've come to the conclusion

that you must have taken other lovers.

There has been only him, Mrs. Hammond.

I can assure you of that.

The seed is fine in fertile earth.

It would simply seem that I have been able

to give him what you have not.

[Bird squawking]

[Door opens, closes]

It's all I had in the bottom of the larder

and the few buns I had the flour left to make and black tea.

Go easy, now.

You're a terrible woman.

[Chuckles]

I don't agree with it, you know,

upsetting people's live with these wild ideas.

And it's not just me.

Everyone's against you, all decent people.

Here. I'll give you another drop.

[Speaks indistinctly]

[Gunfire] I carry no arms.

I simply wish to administer to them.

Would you deny a man the opportunity to die

according to his beliefs?

Lieutenant!

Monsignor Mulcahy.

Lieutenant Duffy Lyons, you know I'm no rebel.

I simply wish to give these men whom you intend to kill

conditional absolution.

Of course, Monsignor.

But I will be grateful if you convey to them

that we are under orders to kill them

unless they surrender unconditionally.

I will, Stephen. Thank you.

Let him through.

Now.

Monsignor... -Open it up.

...have you seen Elizabeth?

No.

Father, Father...

The Bishop said not to let you go in alone.

Too many confessions for one priest to hear.

Father Murphy, I'm delighted you could join me.

I know that the archbishop is most concerned

for the well-being of the rebels.

[Gunfire]

Glad I could be of some assistance.

-Yeah, someone's coming. -Well, look who's back.

MAN #16: Hope he brought some smokes.

[Explosion]

CORMAC: How are you, Father? Any news?

No.

You joined the priesthood, have you?

Yeah.

Through that way, boys.

[Gunfire]

This can't end well.

We intend to win this, Father,

if I have anything to do with it.

[Explosions]

[Indistinct conversations]

Father, you're welcome back.

Did you see the archbishop?

I had hoped to bring his blessings, Mr. Pearse,

but...I at least have some messages for your men.

[Indistinct conversations]

Permission to report, sir.

[Explosions]

Let me in, mate.

[Gate creaks]

[Gunfire]

[Dog barks]

[Gate creaks]

[Dog barks]

Reporting for duty.

MAN #17: Where have you been?

Temporary leave.

[Gunfire]

[Dog barking]

[Gunfire]

Jimmy...

[Sighing]

What happened?

Yeah, he's dead, isn't he?

[Gunshot]

[Sobs]

Oh, my God!

Jesus!

[Gasps] Oh, Jes...

[Sobs]

[Chair bangs]

[Sobbing] Oh, he's gone, he's gone!

What happened to you, Peter?!

Oh, my...

[Sobbing]

Oh, oh!

God! What did this?

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations]

[Explosion]

[Indistinct conversations]

PEARSE: And now it begins.

The assault by the English occupier we knew would come.

But the more fierce it is,

the more we know that we are winning.

[Explosion, baby crying]

Be assured, all our principal positions are still intact.

The country, too, is rising in support.

A large body of volunteers are marching on Dublin from Dundalk.

Panic has been unleashed amongst the authorities,

especially in the counties of Dublin and Meath.

Wexford has risen, and a column is marching on Dublin.

So whatever hellfires they rain on us,

we must hold Dublin

until the country forces arrive to relieve us.

The Irish Republic has already held out for three full days,

and by international law,

we are now entitled to the status of belligerents

and have earned the right to send a delegate

to the peace conference, which will follow the war.

[Explosion]

So let them drop their shells on us, because I tell you again,

we are winning!

We have redeemed Dublin from shame

and made her name glorious once again

amongst the great cities of the world!

[Explosion]

From our spilt blood,

the phoenix of freedom shall arise,

and our children and our children's children

will enjoy the happiness and prosperity

which that freedom will bring!

Know that we have won!

[Explosion]

♪♪

[Explosions]

♪♪