All language subtitles for The Fighting Prince of Donegal (1967)ENG

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- Mother!

Listen to them cryin'.

It's part of the legend.

"The birds will gather
in their hundreds

"when Hugh succeeds Hugh
as prince of donegal

and Ireland shall be free."

- My husband is dead.

- All: God rest his soul.

My son
is the O'Donnell now.

Hugh has succeeded Hugh.

The hour has struck,
lady ineen.

Do we strike too?
- Do we fight for Ireland?

- No.

We o'donnells can do nothing
by ourselves.

No single clan
is strong enough.

Only if all the clans unite-

the mcsweeneys, the maguires,
the o'neills, o'Connors-

everyone of US-
can we stand up to the English.

- And fight?
- No! Bargain from strength.

- Bargain? For what?
- To be left alone and free!

Not occupied
by English troops!

To protect our coastline
with our own men.

I say face the English
with an army!

Fight them
before they occupy US!

Show them!
- How will that help Ireland?

By laying waste our lands?

The legend, Hugh, the legend
that Ireland shall be free!

If I can make
all the clans unite...

With an army behind me,

the English will listen.

They want no war with US,

nor we with them.

- I say fight!
- Fight them!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

- I say no.

We will fight only if they
will not make a treaty.

If they fight US-
all of US, every clan united.

Until then, go home...

And wait for the word.

I'll go to the clan
mcsweeney first.

I'll start at dawn.
- But travel alone, Hugh.

The English have spies
and informers everywhere.

I'll spread the word
that you're visiting mcsweeney

to see Kathleen.

Perhaps the thought
is father to the wish.

And remember, Hugh...

You've inherited
more than a crown.

This is the moment
all Ireland has waited for.

- Hugh!

That is a young O'Donnell!

The O'Donnell himself,
mcsweeney.

My father is dead.
- No. No.

That terrible fighting man.
God rest his soul.

- So you know why I'm here.
- Yes. I know.

Come, lad. Silence!
Silence, all of you!

You know who this is.

You knew him here as a boy.

Now know him as the prince
of donegal!

The old prince is dead.

Wait! The prophecy
has come true!

Hugh has succeeded Hugh!

Hugh.

- Kathleen.
- Hugh, your father.

I am sorry.
- Oh, it had to be.

It's been such a long time.
- I'm sorry, O'Donnell.

What are you doing here,
Henry O'Neill, anyway?

I thought you were wooing
one of the o'Connor beauties

these days.

- Ah, so I was.

However, I failed there
and my heart is broken.

- Again?
- But it's mending fast.

And with Kathleen's help-

no, find yourself a place
at another table, Henry lad.

Hugh sits with me tonight.

Quiet! All of you!

Close your mouths.
Open your ears and listen.

You all know the legend

so you know
why the O'Donnell's here.

The time has come
for all of US to fight!

Quiet! Quiet!

Fight...
For the o'donnells?

For all of US!
For Ireland!

- Quiet! Quiet!

Under the orders
of an O'Donnell

because of an old wives' tale?

For a belief!

For a belief.

A faith. A necessity.

You mcsweeneys, the maguires,
the o'Connors,

even the o'neills.

Then all the rest.

- If the English march north,

we o'neills
can defend ourselves.

Are you all dreaming?

Legend against
the English guns?

- Wait!

Give me your daggers.
- Go on, lad.

Some of you think each clan
by itself

can stop the English
coming north to occupy US.

Each clan strike a single blow
like this!

- Ah!
- Hey!

- What good will that do?

But like this, and like this,
and this, and this!

But one direction,

with all of US together,
we can stay free!

- Now do you see?
- Dub thee O'Neill.

All right, O'Donnell,
you want to rally Ireland,

show your strength and try
a brawl with an O'Neill!

- The pipes!
- Father.

Yeah, girl,
don't spoil the fight.

- There you go!

Henry!

All right, O'Donnell,
I'm with you.

- Oh, father!

"Father, father."
Faith, girl.

The liquor has no more effect
on me than water on a dam.

Every mcsweeney
who's for the O'Donnell,

drink with me.

O'Donnell!
- All: O'Donnell!

And I'll drink to you.
To our alliance.

To every man who's not afraid
to die for freedom.

To die for Ireland.
- All: Ireland.

Ireland.

- O'Donnell!
- All: O'Donnell!

- Oh, isn't she beautiful?

- Yes, she is.

I've thought about you.

Often.

Are there no girls
in donegal?

You stayed away so long.

And remembered every minute
of the times

I've spent here with you.

I thought about you.

The way you look.
The way you smile.

The way your eyes shine.

Did you ever think of me?

- Sometimes. Yes.

I wondered if you'd be changed
when I saw you again.

You are changed.

Your speech tonight
when you threw those daggers,

you were as I'd never
seen you before.

I saw myself then
and I saw more than that.

I saw what a hard task
I have before me.

- You broke its back tonight.
- No, no, no. Only partly.

It'll be the same everywhere
with all the other clans.

We Irish just aren't used
to alliances.

But I know it's the only way
for US to win.

I know it. I've got to make them
believe I'm right.

Do you believe I'm right?
- I hope you're right, Hugh.

- You're so lovely.

Do you know, when you first
came in,

my heart turned over?

- Oh, no.
- Yes.

I've missed you.

I didn't realize how much.

Kathleen...

Wouldn't you know it.

We're dancing, Kathleen.
Will you come?

- Yes. We will.

- Stay here

and keep an eye on that English
merchantman out there.

It needs watching.

It will be best, I think,
if we start for Tyrone

and the o'neills' country
tonight before the moon's up.

There's eyes spying
for the English even here.

And after last night,
plenty of tongues to wag.

- Must you go so soon?
- Yes, we must.

There's no time to lose.
- Mm.

An officer from the ship
in the bay, my lord.

Oh, good day to you
and welcome.

James Powell,
your honor.

First mate aboard
the merchantman excelsior.

We're trading along the coast
with goods.

You may care to sample
if it pleases you.

What kind of goods,
master Powell?

Well, we have blades
from Toledo.

We have silks, woolens,

wine, and Brandy.

All of the very best.

This is just a sample
of what we have.

If you'll allow me.

Allow you. Uh, by all means,
master Powell.

- This silk is beautiful.
- Toledo steel?

- Uh, your good health.

Oh, nectar it is.
Here. Try some of this, Hugh.

My captain sent me
to tell you

he would be glad to have you
dine aboard this evening.

There you can decide which wine
you like best.

- Um...
- You too, my lord.

We have other swords
for you to see.

- Can I come along too?

Uh, your ladyship,
a vessel is a man's world

as they say.

By if you tell their honors,
I'm sure-

this is a wine
to warm a man's heart.

Then try the Brandy,
my lord.

- Oh, that I will.

You'll dine aboard
with US tonight.

It will be our pleasure.

Oh, sure.
If it's all as good as this...

I'm afraid, sir, tonight,
we won't be able-

- of course we will.

Tell your captain
we'll be glad to come.

At what hour?
- At sunset.

I'll have a longboat
at the shore.

At sunset,
we'll be there.

It will be our pleasure.
Believe me.

I'll leave these goods
with you.

Your servant.

Until sunset,
master Powell.

Why did you tell him
we'll go?

You know we can't.

- What's a few hours?

It's not often we get a chance
to taste a wine like this

and free hospitality
from these English rogues.

- We have to leave tonight.

- Now don't you worry, lad.

We'll only stay aboard
an hour or so.

Sure it'll warm US
for the journey.

Then you go.
I'll stay here.

Someone will have to go
with him,

see him safely back,

Else he'll not leave
for Tyrone tonight.

Someone.

I wasn't invited.
You go.

I'll take care
of things here.

- Hugh, please. Go.

- All right.

- Oh, it-oh, that's...

The lord mcsweeney, captain,
and a guest, master Hugh.

- Welcome aboard.

Fine snug quarters
you have here, captain.

Like you to give
an opinion

on our cargo as well,
your honor.

Oh, that I will, captain,
with the greatest of pleasure.

Your good health, captain.

- One moment.

My other officers,
Mr. Johnson, Mr. Rush.

Help yourselves, gentlemen.

I would like to propose
a toast.

- Oh, as many as you wish.

This is a wine
from Bordeaux.

A little young
for some tastes.

Yes, yes,
but very good, I'm sure.

A little rough as yet.
But it'll improve with keeping.

Bouquet is there.
I think you'll agree.

I care little about these
refinements, captain.

All I know about wine
is if I like the taste of it.

So let's have your toast
and drink up, eh?

Gentlemen, I give you
the health

of all those loyal to the queen
of england.

And death to every rebel
in Ireland.

- Sir!
- Now!

You treacherous dogs,

what trick is this?

- That's simple enough.

My orders are to take
the O'Donnell into custody.

You served your purpose
and I thank you.

Put the mcsweeney ashore.

Take your hands off me!
Take your hands!

Take your hands off me!

Stay where you are,
my prince of donegal.

You're to be a guest
of the queen.

Mr. Powell,
make ready to sail.

- Sir.

I don't see why,
your excellency,

we don't march north
and occupy it.

Keep these Irish clans
separate by force.

No. We shall achieve that
by peaceful means,

captain Leeds.

Those are my orders.

Bring in the prisoner.

Master O'Donnell,
welcome to Dublin castle.

I have the honor
to be your host.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am her majesty's servant,
viceroy of Ireland.

This is captain Leeds,
my Garrison commander.

And I am the prince of donegal
and nobody's servant.

- Wait outside.

I must apologize
for the manner

in which you were
brought here

and for the necessity
of keeping you here.

The reasons have already
been explained to you

aboard ship, I believe.

Yes. And I hope my friends
refuse to be intimidated by you.

- You traitorous young-
- Leeds!

Your friends in the north
will be told, master O'Donnell,

that the first sign
of an armed alliance

against my authority,
you will hang.

I'm sure they would not wish
your death any more than I do.

You will be kept here
only so long

as the present state
of emergency with Spain exists.

I promise you
you'll be fairly treated

if you will give me your word
that you will not try to escape.

No, sir.
I will not promise that.

- No matter.

Escape is impossible
in any case.

Captain Leeds here
will make fairly sure of that.

We shall meet from time to time,
I'm sure.

Take the prince of donegal
to his quarters.

Prince of donegal,
indeed.

I'd put him in a dungeon,
the insolent young pup.

Just guard him well,
captain.

That's all you have to do.

- Your excellency.

- Face front!

Now, who's it going
to be today?

You!

And you.

Right, fall out!

- Enjoy your fresh air.

- Who are these people?
- Men from wicklow and cork.

Fought the English when they
came to occupy their towns.

- And yourself?
- I'm Sean O'Toole.

You're red Hugh of donegal.

I heard they brought you here.
News travels fast in this place.

- Well, well, well...

The prince of donegal.

Let's see how well you fight.

- When I fight, captain,

it will not be
with a quarterstaff.

- Pick it up.

"Pick it up," I said.

You, pick that up.

Defend yourself, O'Donnell.

Aha ha. That's better.

Come on.

- Pick it up.

- Ah, you...

Give in or I'll break
your arm.

- Guards! Guards!

Put him in irons.

Confine him to his cell
from now on.

- Come on, my lord.

- Hello.
- How did you get these out?

- I worked at it for weeks

to talk to a friend
in your cell.

By the time I got through,
they had him hanged.

- What did you use?

They won't let me even have
a knife.

- Keep your voice down.

Part of the steel
from my leg brace.

- Do you mean you...

Where does this chimney
lead to?

- The battlements.

If I'm caught with this,
I'll involve you.

- I'll chance that.

- Good evening to you.

Unlock the prisoner's
shackles.

Don't make your stay here
more unpleasant than it need be,

master O'Donnell.

You have a head
on your shoulders.

Use it.

The speeches of her majesty.

I hope you've been improving
your mind while you're here.

You have two things in common
with her, you know.

- Yes?

- Stubborn pride is one.

No bad thing of itself.
- And the other?

She was herself
a political prisoner

in the tower of London

when she was not much younger
than you are now.

She has great sympathy
for you.

She has a strange way
of showing it.

She said to me at the time
of ordering your arrest,

"why must history
always be written in blood?

"It need not be.

I would not wish
this young man's death."

Couldn't the queen...

Have made a treaty with US

not to occupy the north
rather than arrest me?

Actions do better than words
in politics, master O'Donnell.

- I'll remember that.

- And remember too...

I'm obliged to support
my officers...

Even when they act unwisely.

It would be bad
for discipline

if one of them
were to lose face.

So you must remain
in solitary confinement

for one more week.

Try to make the best
of your time.

- Oh, I will try.

You can be grateful
for the storm

with the noise you're making.

I almost...

Almost have it free.

Yes.

- What are you doing now?

If I can get another one
of these free,

you'll be able
to crawl through.

We can both get out
by the chimney.

- Don't be a fool.

It took me weeks
to loosen the blocks

that are out now.

Go on, Hugh, get away.

Hugh, it's impossible.

- When you're clear,

head south
for the wicklow mountains.

My uncle O'Toole
will help you.

- Who'll help you?
- You will.

Raise your standard
and fight for Ireland.

That's the only way
you'll get me free.

Go now.
- Right.

Hugh. Can you give me back
my steel?

I cannot walk without it.

Oh.
Sorry.

- Good luck.

- Who's there?

I'm taking
some ale to the guardhouse.

Ah. Tell 'em to save some
for me.

Where's your dice then?
I don't know where they've gone.

It's your turn.
- No, it's not. It's yours.

All right then.
I'll play.

- Hey. Hey.
- What's that?

- Come with me.
- Go ahead.

- Come on.
- Hit it!

- Here he is, boys.

Red Hugh O'Donnell himself.

We've been all day and night
looking for you, lad.

- Who are you?
- Phelim O'Toole.

You knew
I was in these parts?

There are eyes
in every valley, boy,

even if you didn't see them.

And some of them spying
for the English.

You are none too far ahead
of their patrols.

Will you help me
to get back to donegal?

- Heh. Ah, sure.

Sure that I will.
Come on.

Look down there.

Look, they're on both sides
of US!

They've seen US.
Run for it!

No, it's too late.
Give up!

- Go!

Phelim O'Toole
at your honor's service.

Handing over
an escaped prisoner.

You were heading south
away from Dublin.

- Toward glencree.

I was gonna
hand him over there.

I hope there's a reward
for him.

Your reward is
that I don't call you a liar.

I knew we should have
kept you in irons, O'Donnell.

After this, I promise you
we will.

Tie him up and put him
on a horse.

- I'll kill you first.

- Take him!

- You traitor!

- Take him away.

And you, O'Toole,
get back to your castle

and stay there.

Be grateful I'm not taking you
to Dublin too.

- I am, captain. I am.

Believe me,
I'll not forget this.

- Hugh.

- You too?

- Found out how you got away.

You're lucky the viceroy
didn't hang you for it.

And he might still do that.

- How far did you get?
- To the edge of your country.

I was with the O'Toole himself
when I was trapped.

Next time...
- Next time?

How can there be a next time
from a place like this?

- I don't know.

But there will be.

There must be.

I had to let them
take him.

So I rode north
as fast as I could.

The word I get
from Dublin castle

is that Hugh might be removed
to London to the tower.

- Unless that is a bluff.

- The queen does not bluff.

She's a politician, yes.
But she's a realist.

She'd hang her grandmother

if she was a threat
to the crown.

But if we asked her
for a treaty,

offer terms,

bargain with them
for my son's freedom

while there's still time.

Swallow our pride
and go cap in hand to Dublin

like a crowd of beggars?

Yes. I'm prepared
to do just that!

The viceroy, they say,
is a reasonable man

for an englishman.

And even if he rejects
the treaty,

Hugh could be no worse off
than he is now

even in their
bloodstained tower.

Hugh might be, mcsweeney.
He might arrest you too.

- Well, I'll risk that.
- I'll go with you.

Take me too.
Please, father.

You, girl? Have you lost
your senses?

Please. They might let me
see him. Please.

If they don't sign the treaty,
I won't see him for years.

Maybe never if they take him
to the tower.

- No.
- Yes, mcsweeney.

Hugh would want to see her.
That I know.

And with you and Henry there,
what harm could come to her?

Take her, mcsweeney.
- Hmm?

Oh, fates,
if we could get the men

to band together
like the women,

Ireland's freedom
would be easy.

If I may say so,
captain,

it's been the viceroy's
policy to-

I don't care
about the viceroy's policy.

He's not here and I am.

Yes?

A deputation from the north
in the anteroom, captain.

The mcsweeney and the son
of the O'Neill

asking to see
his excellency.

I will see them.
Send them in.

- Yes, sir.

I'm captain Leeds,
deputizing for the viceroy.

He is in London.

- I am the mcsweeney.

Henry, son of the O'Neill.
My daughter, Kathleen.

- And what do you want?

I'm here to speak
for the northern clans,

my own, the o'neills,
o'Connors, and O'Donnell,

to offer a treaty.

A treaty. Hmm.
With you?

If you will forward the terms
we proposed to his excellency.

I have the authority
to act for him.

What is this treaty,
mcsweeney?

If we guarantee
to defend our coast

against invasion from Spain,

place an agreed number
of men-at-arms

at the queen's disposal
under her orders

and officered by ourselves...
- Wait a moment.

- At no cost to the queen,

whose representatives
may inspect our positions

at any time,

if in return,
she will Grant-

- give me that.

Wait in the anteroom.
I will study it.

- Can we not discuss our-

I said I will study it,
mcsweeney.

Captain Leeds,
may I ask a favor from you?

- A favor?

Your permission to visit
the prince of donegal.

- That is not possible.

I beg you captain
to make it possible.

I beg you. Please.

- I'm afraid not.
- Please.

What harm can there be
in the letting the young lady

see him, captain?

If not for his sake,
then for mine.

- My orders are-
- come, sir, what harm?

There's not a man in the castle
who would not praise you for it.

Oh, very well.
He may see you.

For a few minutes only.
But under guard.

If you are present,
you are respons...

And the lady
must be searched.

I'll agree to anything you say
just so long as I can see him.

I said wait in the anteroom,
mcsweeney.

I will send for you
when I need you.

When they first told me
you were here,

I couldn't believe it.

I still can't believe it.

- Oh, Hugh.

I thought, and prayed,
and hoped they'd let you go.

I've been frightened
for you.

We have so little time.

Not now. Don't talk
about that now.

Let me look at you.

Touch you.

I dreamed about this
so often.

- I too.

I love you.

- Truly?
- Truly.

I didn't know before
when you...

Well, laugh and-
and make fun.

I didn't know it was possible
to feel like this.

Oh, I love you too.
I always have. Hold me.

How did you come here?

With my father
and Henry O'Neill.

- Wait, what?

They came to bargain for you
with the English.

And put their heads
into a noose?

- No, they brought a treaty.
- The English won't bargain!

Don't even say it.
They have to.

Oh, Hugh, I couldn't go back
without you now.

I couldn't.

Whatever happens,
promise to wait for me.

I won't be in here forever.

They can't keep me forever.
They can't.

And when I'm free,
oh, Kathleen, when I'm free...

Don't cry.
Don't cry.

No. I won't cry.
I won't.

I'm sorry.
Time's up, O'Donnell.

You must go back
to your cell.

Don't let him see
your tears.

Remember everything.
I will.

- May I?
- Yes, of course.

Lady Kathleen.

- The answer is no.
- Without discussion?

You seriously think
that in return

for these promises of yours,

the prince of donegal
would be released?

In exchange for his freedom,
we offer you an army.

- Under your own command.

And what guarantee
that the hothead O'Donnell

won't unite you all
and fight US?

- Our word, captain.
- Your word.

Your word.

I have been here long enough,
mcsweeney,

to know how much reliance to put
on the word of you Irish.

When does
the viceroy return

so we may discuss this
with a gentleman?

- Which I am not?

- Which clearly you are not.
- Wait, boy.

Get out of here
before I lose my temper.

- As well as your manners?
- Henry.

- Go home, mcsweeney.

Tell your friends
the answer's no.

Not until
we've been allowed-

- I said get out of h-

guard, arrest that man.

- Captain Leeds!
- Arrest him!

- You can't do this!

Keep out of this, mcsweeney,
or I'll take you too.

- Next time we'll meet,

I'll teach you a lesson
in manners!

- Henry, what happened?

Well, we came to bargain
for your freedom.

And the discussion led
to hard words

between the charming
captain Leeds and myself.

So I joined you here.

- Joining me in a dungeon

is hardly going to help
to gain our freedom.

Well, two heads
are better than one

to plan an escape
and three better than two.

You're lucky yours is still
on your shoulders!

Of all the irresponsible,
stupid-

but why? You didn't get
very far trying to get away

by yourself, did you?

Now with me here to help you,
they don't stand a chance.

- Caught him. Ha.

Now don't worry. There.

Oh, you'd think they'd be glad
to have a friend to join them,

wouldn't you?

How can you tell
when a mouse is glad?

You ought to train them
to run races.

- Can't train mice.
- Yes, you can.

I have.

When I was a boy
on my father's farm,

I used to catch them
in the barn.

I had six of them.

I used to teach them
all kinds of things.

- What?
- Well, to jump over sticks.

And to come one by one
to eat from my hand.

- Where was this?
- In england.

In england?
Well, you sound Irish to me.

- My mother was Irish.

This last one looks cleverer
than the first two.

I'm gonna call him O'Neill.

- You're new, aren't you?

What's your name?
- Martin.

The only way to train them
is by rewarding them

with bits of food.

- What, the food here?

That's no reward
even to mice.

It's better than what we get,
master.

Be grateful for it.
- Oh, we are. We are.

But would the mice be?

They'll probably get out
of there.

Not without being helped,
they won't.

Makes me feel like a jailor.

I suppose that's a feeling
you get used to,

isn't it, Martin?

Your mother must be proud
to have a son a jailor

to Irish prisoners.

And sell his pride
for a shilling or two.

- Times are hard.

Uh, how much
is a jailor's pay, Martin?

Little enough.
Even less than a soldier's.

And he's as much a prisoner
as the men he guards.

- That's true.
- What do you mean?

- You're a prisoner.

You'll still be here
long after we've gone.

Are you happy under the yolk,
Martin?

Leave me alone.
I have my duty to do.

What about your duty
to yourself?

What would you do
if you had money to choose?

Fancies and daydreams
aren't for the likes of me.

Why not?
Any man can dream.

What would you do?
- Come on. Tell US.

Yes, tell US, Martin.
Why not?

- Well...I'd buy a farm.

Like my father
and his father before him.

Is your father
still living?

No. He died of the plague
years ago.

And your mother,
where's she?

She's a servant
in London.

In London.
She must hate that.

- She has to live.

But what kind of a life?
Poor soul.

When did you last see her,
Martin?

- Two years ago.

If you had money enough
to buy the farm,

you'd have her with you,
wouldn't you?

- That I would.

Ah, don't talk about it.

- Martin.
- What?

There's a way
for you to escape your bondage

and be a hero
to all Ireland.

- What way?
- Help US.

When I get my freedom,

I'll give you yours
and your farm.

You're asking me to risk
my life.

There are high stakes.

No. No.

- Something on account.

Come on, Martin,
what are you doing?

Hurry up, will you?

- These...

Are real?

- Yes.

And I have more.

- If I was caught...

I'll...I'll have to think
it over.

- Come on, Martin!

Haven't got all day to wait
for you.

I've arranged a place
where-where you can change

your clothes.

And a horse is waiting
outside the city walls.

If we get that far.
- Don't worry.

We'll get that far.
- When will my next payment be?

When we're clear
and in the mountains.

No. No. I'm not going
that far with you.

- But you can't stay here.

If we escape,
they'll hang you.

I didn't mean
to stay here.

I'll move down the coast
and get a ship.

If I stayed with you,
your countrymen would kill me.

Oh, it's not true,
Martin.

You've got to trust me
as I trust you.

Look out.

Quick, the file!

- Good evening.

Forgive me for neglecting you
for so long.

Any complaints?

- Wouldn't it be uncivil

to criticize your hospitality,
captain?

Stand on your feet
when I come in, O'Donnell.

Uh, sorry. You make me
too nervous, captain.

I've had a dispatch
from england.

You're to be removed
from here

and taken
to the tower of London.

- When?
- The day after tomorrow.

I'll be glad to see the back
of you, O'Donnell.

Open up!

- Tower.

Once they get me there,
that's...

That's-that's the end
of everything.

Martin.

It's tomorrow night
or not at all.

- I don't know, master.

But...I'll tr-I'll try.

- He's not coming.

I tell you, the little rat's
not coming.

- Yes, he is.
- It's too late.

He must've given US away.
- I don't believe it.

He'll come.
He has to.

Here. Take these.
You might need them.

Hurry. Now come on.
Follow me.

- Away you go.

This trap leads
to the storm drain.

- Oh, it's cold!
- O'Neill, shut up.

- Sean.
- After you. Go on. Quickly.

Tie the rope end
to the cover

and let yourself down!

- I'm not going.
- Sean, come on!

I'd only be a hindrance
to you.

Go without me.
- I'll make you.

Go without me.
Good luck.

Come on, masters,
we're wasting time!

This must be where it goes
under the castle wall.

It's either drown or hang.
I'll go first.

No, I can't swim!

I'd soon-I'd sooner handle
a horse underwater.

But you didn't have to.

- You try to drown me-
- shh. Quiet. What now?

- Follow me.

How did they escape?
Answer me!

I warn you, O'Toole,

we have the means here
to make you answer.

It must've been
by magic, captain.

Maybe the little people
came and got them out.

- That's enough.

If they are not recaptured,
my friend,

I'll hang you.

Take him away.

Warn the guards
at every gate.

Send patrols out.
Scour the city!

These prisoners
must not get away!

If they do, the queen
will have our heads for it.

See to it!

Have you any idea at all
where you're going?

Yes.
But all these patrols...

We're just going around
in circles.

- Come on. This way.

This way.

Half the Garrison will be-
- shh.

Half the Garrison will be
in the streets by now.

Here, masters.
Put these on.

Quickly.
- What?

They're the best
I could find.

But it's your only chance.

You've spent a lot of time
chasing everything in skirts.

Now you'll learn
how it feels.

Now listen,
when you leave here,

turn left then right
into cross street.

- Cross.

The city wall's
at the far end.

I'll go on ahead
and leave the rope hanging.

I'll meet you on the other side.
And I won't wait long.

- Oh, wait.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

And the next one.
Next one. Get down, I said!

- You two, hold!

Go on.
You go up first.

- Hold there. You!

Get back to the wall.

Come along.
Round the guardhouse.

- All right.

Be careful.
It's my leg.

My reward now, sir.
My reward.

- When we are clear.

No, I told you,
I'm not going with you.

I'm heading for the coast.

Good luck, masters.

- Right, if he escaped,

I'm not gambling on the search
patrols finding them.

We've lost our hostage
so we'll take another.

Donegal castle itself

before the O'Donnell
can reach it.

Attack the north?
Without orders from england?

There's no time to wait
for that.

I'm taking donegal.

And taking the law
into your own hands?

Now with me, Leeds.
- Nor with me.

- You'll do as I order.
- The viceroy's orders...

I don't care
about the viceroy's orders.

With the castle in our hands,
gentlemen,

O'Donnell will have
to surrender.

That's all that matters.

And there's no time to waste.
We march north now.

Ho ho, but a Mark!

At last there's an excuse
to fight these Irish.

- How do you feel?
- My leg throbs.

Fact that I can feel it
is a good sign.

Do you suppose our people know
that we're free?

Free?

We're about as free as foxes
gone to earth in a hunt.

Why don't you go on
by yourself.

You're the one that has
to get through.

- And tell your father

and Kathleen
that I left you?

- Kathleen.

No, I wouldn't want you
to reach Kathleen before I do.

I'm going to win that girl,
Hugh O'Donnell.

- You want to bet?
- Certainly.

If you put down
that dagger,

you'll be much safer
at our cottage than here,

master O'Donnell.

Oh, you have such
a healing touch.

- You lie quiet now.

It is a mercy we found you

before that wound
had gone bad in you.

I'll be grateful to you
for the rest of my life.

I'll always remember you,
bridgette.

- Moira, not bridgette.

That's my younger sister.

- Moira.

Oh, that's a beautiful name.

As lovely as yourself.

Oh, my head aches, moira.

Now, you stop that
and lie quiet.

- How is he now?
- And what do you want?

He's dying.
Can't you see?

- Yes, I can see.

I'll, uh, I'll send in
some food, your honor.

Thank you.

Can't you behave?
How does the leg feel now?

Oh, it's better.
Sore, but better.

Where are the horses?
- I've hidden them.

It worries me US being here.
It puts these people in danger.

There's food for you
in the kitchen, your honor.

- Thank you.

- Stay...here...

To feed me.

I-I-I feel weak.

Too weak to sit up,
bridgette.

I'm niav.
Bridgette is my other sister.

- Niav.

Oh, that's a beautiful name
for such a lovely girl.

If you'd just like to sit here
beside me...

Oh, you have
such a healing touch.

- Now, you drink this broth.

- And your hand is so cool.

- Niav.

We're waiting supper
for you.

Yes, mother,
but his-his honor here-

if he's too weak
to feed himself, I'll do it.

- I think I can manage, ma'am.
- I'm sure you can.

You can rest here
for awhile.

I doubt the soldiers
will come searching

this far from the road.

No, no. We-we must get on
as soon as it's light.

We don't want to put you
in more danger.

You've done quite enough
for US already.

'Tis for Ireland,
is it not?

I brought you
some bread if you'd like it.

- Why, thank you, bridgette.
- How do you know my name?

- A girl as pretty as you

would have to be called
bridgette.

- Bridgette.

It was a kindly thought
she had.

- I'm sure it was.

Come on, boy.
Come on.

Choh choh
choh choh choh.

Choh choh choh choh choh.

Mother! Mother!

Mercy on US.
What's this?

Have you seen any strangers
hereabouts, old woman?

- Strangers?
- Yes. Two of them.

We found their horses tethered
just over the hill.

So they can't be far away.

Sure I know nothing
of horses, your honor.

- I'm talking about men.

We have sorrow in this house
this day, your honor.

Yes,
you may be having more.

Two of you, look out
in the back.

You two search this place.

Don't go into that room,
your honor, sir.

Why?
What are you hiding?

- Hiding, sir?

Sure I wouldn't dream of hiding
anything on a nobel man

like yourself, sir.

- Quite so.

Well, you just stand there.

Honor the dead,
your worship.

My old mother.

She just passed away
of a contagion.

Have pity on our grieving.

- All right.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry
for your trouble, old woman.

Mount up!

Get back to the road.

- What treachery is this?

Your son has escaped
from Dublin.

That is why we're here.
- Hugh's free?

I'm holding donegal
and you, madam,

until he surrenders
to me.

- He will never surrender.

Not when I have you
and the lady Kathleen

taken to Dublin jail?

So we're fighting
Irish women now, are we?

- That's up to the O'Donnell.

If Hugh is free,
he is not alone by now.

The clans will rally to him.

That will not help you.
Let him think on that.

- Look.

- O'Connor!
- Hey, Hugh O'Donnell!

- O'Connor.
- O'Donnell.

We've been searching

the length and breadth
of Ireland for you.

The English have taken
donegal castle.

- They've taken it?

Aye. The mcsweeney's
have gathered the clans.

The o'neills,
the maguires.

My people, yours,
all of US waiting for you.

- The English have donegal.

This is the main gate
to the castle.

We place our cannons
east and west-here and here-

to fire at sunrise

when the English raise
their flag.

Our main force
will take up position here

in the gully
under cover of darkness

and charge
when the gate is open.

Opened by whom,
the blessed angels themselves?

By me. I'll be inside
the castle.

- How?

At the foot
of the north wall here

is a bricked up tunnel
leading to the old dungeons.

Henry and I will take
a raiding party,

and set a mine there,

and blow it
when the canons fire.

This should draw most
of the Garrison to the walls

while we get in.

To be trapped
in the dungeons,

it's a wild risk
you're taking.

My father taught me
that victory goes to him

who takes the greatest risk.

Now remember, Hugh,
my Kathleen and your mother

are held hostage there.

That's the greatest risk
of all.

Well...

Now is the hour
we put the prophecy to test.

Many here will die.

But we fight for Ireland.

For freedom.

Every one of US.

And now before we go,

pray with me
the battle prayer.

Oh, lord god,
when thou givest thy servants

to endeavor
any great matter,

Grant US also to know
that it is not the beginning,

but the continuing
of the same

until it be
thoroughly finished,

which yieldeth
the true glory.

- Amen.
- All: Amen.

- Get up.

Man the ramparts!

You, you, musketeers,
cannoneers to the courtyard!

You, get to the tower.
Secure the prisoners.

Come on. Follow me.

- It must be Hugh.

- Captain Leeds!

The women prisoners.

They've locked themselves
in the tower.

Well, break down the door,
you fool!

Get to them!

- Come on, break it down.

- Cover the gate.

Captain,
it's the O'Donnell!

- Get him! Stop him!

Get him!

Forward!

charge!

- Ready!

Halt! Take your aim.

- Leeds!

Go on. Go on. Kill me.
Kill US all!

And the queen will send an army
to avenge US!

- Get up.

Your soldiers can go back
to Dublin

and say that
if we're attacked again,

the queen will have a war
on her hands.

But you stay here, Leeds.

- Stay?

Until Sean O'Toole's returned
to US alive.

Two can play
the hostage game.

The best thing
about fighting

is the terrible thirst
it gives a man!

Now, quiet!

Everybody with me now!

The old song!

* proudly the note
of the trumpet is sounding *

men: * loudly the war-cries
arise on the Gale *

* fleetly the steed
by loch suilig is bounding *

* to join the thick squadrons
in saimear's green vale *

* on every mountaineer,
strangers to flight and fear *

* rush to the standards
of dauntless red Hugh *

* connacht and gallowglass
throng from each mountain pass *

now what's your name,
my pretty?

- Moire.
- Moire.

That's a name like a song.

* princely O'Neill to our aid
is advancing *

* with many a chieftain

they're at it again!

I've had enough of fighting
for the day.

Haven't you?

Come on. Come with me.

* the borders brave
from the banks of the band *

* many a heart shall quail
under its coats of mail *

* deeply the merciless foemen
shall rule *

* when on his ear shall ring,
borne on the breeze's wing *

* tyrconnell's dread war-cry
O'Donnell abu! *

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