Rebellion (2016–2019): Season 1, Episode 1 - Young Guns - full transcript
A group of young men and women in Dublin in 1916 are embroiled in a fight for independence. For our young protagonists the world will never be the same again.
♪♪
[Piano playing "Three Little
Maids From School Are We"]
♪ Three little maids
from school are we ♪
♪ Pert as a schoolgirl
well can be ♪
♪ Filled to the brim
with girlish glee ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
♪ Everything is
a source of fun ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Nobody's safe,
for we care for none ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Life is a joke
that's just begun ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
[Fans snap]
♪ Three little maids ♪
♪ who, all unwary
come from a ladies' seminary ♪
♪ Freed from
its genius tutelary ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
[Cheers and applause]
[All giggle]
[Fans snap]
[Fabric rustles]
MAN: Well done, miss.
[Laughter in distance]
[Indistinct conversations]
WOMAN: Well done, miss.
WOMAN: I'll see you upstairs.
Miss Butler?
Jimmy?
I wanted to thank you
for the ticket.
You enjoyed it?
I enjoyed seeing you.
Aren't socialists allowed
to have fun?
[Cork pops]
Fizz corks are popping, Sis.
Stephen's waiting.
I'll be with you in a moment,
Harry.
HARRY: Come on, hurry up.
Would you like
to come join us?
No, no, I better head home.
[Cork pops]
[Applause in distance]
[Chuckles] Okay.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
[Metal clinks]
For the next meeting.
See you there?
You will indeed, Mr. Mahon.
Good night.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
Are you sure, Frances?
It's a great offer.
Won't the nuns want you
to go back to Galway
to teach for them?
Maybe, but I want to stay.
Things are happening here.
Well, if you're sure,
I'm sure.
Forward together,
the world and we are young.
[Women laughing]
Mr. Hammond.
I just wanted to congratulate
you on your performance tonight.
[piano playing mid-tempo song]
Both of you.
No escape now, Sis.
[Chuckles]
Found her.
Thank you.
At last.
I want a top up.
Congratulations, darling.
You were wonderful.
[Kisses]
Wasn't she, Edward?
Mmm.
[Kisses]
You're a credit to us,
at least.
Thank you, Daddy, Mummy.
I thought I'd lost you.
[Kisses]
Stephen. How are you?
[Clinks glass]
Ladies and gentlemen,
let us raise our glasses
for our very own three graces --
Miss May Lacy...
[Cheers and applause]
Miss Frances O'Flaherty...
[Cheers and applause continue]
...and my beautiful fiancée,
my very own Yum-Yum...
That's my sister,
you dirty dog.
[Laughter]
[Chuckles]
Miss Elizabeth Butler.
MAN: Whoo!
To the Three Little Maids.
ALL: Three Little Maids.
[Glasses clinking]
[Murmuring]
[Church bell tolling]
[Horses' hooves clomping
in distance]
[Bell continues tolling]
That's it. It's war.
[Tolling continues]
MAN: Oi, Edward,
what're you after?
[Dog barking]
[Match strikes]
[Tolling continues]
[Barking continues]
Looking for company,
mister?
[Tolling continues]
[Indistinct conversations]
There he is.
How are you, Art?
[Sighs]
[Woman shouts in distance]
So it's war.
It's not our war.
Since when did we have
a choice, brother?
MAN IN DISTANCE: Suit yourself!
WOMAN: Oh!
STEPHEN: Let us Irish
show the King
through our unfailing support,
that his trust in our loyalty
has not been misplaced.
And when it is over,
we will welcome him
to open our new Parliament
here in Dublin.
CHARLES: Hear, hear!
MEN: Hear, hear!
ALL:
♪ God save our gracious King ♪
♪ Long live our noble King ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
♪ Send him victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
♪ Long to reign o'er us ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
[Projectile whistling]
[Explosion]
[Whirring sound, explosion]
[Ship horn blows]
[Bell clanging,
seabirds calling]
No conscription for Ireland!
No conscription for Ireland!
Let English men
fight English wars!
Thank you, sir.
No conscription for Ireland!
[Horn honks]
Feeling a bit...
Nice to be home, though.
Well, men...
FRANCES: Let English men
fight English wars!
Hello.
Fancy a feel, fellas?
I would, but...
I'm a family man.
No conscription for Ireland.
You should be fighting
for your own country.
That's what we're doing,
fighting for our King
and country.
No, you're a traitor.
Nobody calls me a traitor,
especially not me own.
I am.
If you weren't a lassie --
What, you'd shoot me?
Do it then.
Be the first bullet fired
in the fight for Irish freedom.
Freedom, my Royal Irish ass!
[Soldiers laugh]
No conscription for Ireland!
No conscription for Ireland!
You boys should be at home.
You shouldn't be fighting
when it's not your war.
MAN: Drag her into the trenches
with us.
MAN: Wouldn't you like
to give her one, Art?
[Engine rumbling, horn honks]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hello.
How are you?
I'd like to buy some flowers,
please.
Yes, what would you like?
Um...oh, these are very pretty,
aren't they?
Oh, those posies?
Morning, Constable O'Brien.
Morning, Miss Lacy.
Don't let me interrupt
your morning smoke.
[Exhales slowly]
[Chuckles]
I like your flowers.
Thanks very much.
I couldn't resist.
MAN: Quick march.
Left. Left. Left, right, left.
Left. Left. Left, right, left.
O'BRIEN: Would you look
at that lot?
Left. Left, right, left.
They're not hurting anyone.
MAN: Left. Left.
Left, right, left.
Not with them sticks,
they're not.
[Chuckles]
MAN: Morning, miss.
MAY: Morning.
[Church bell tolling]
GENERAL LOWE: Secret orders
for the immediate round up
of the so-called
Sinn Féin faction --
all their names, addresses,
and secret arms stashes.
It's in cipher, of course,
since, for some perverse reason,
many of the people
treasonable to England
are to be found
in the lower ranks
of the government service.
CHARLES: Such orders
would have to be sanctioned
by the Chief Secretary,
Mr. Birrell,
who's currently in London.
Damn it, Hammond!
We must act!
There's every indication
some kind of attack is imminent!
Your misgivings have been noted
and shall be conveyed
to Sir Matthew.
But affairs in Ireland
are delicately poised.
Yes, they're delicately posed,
all right.
I've heard from a contact
in the Admiralty
that messages have been
intercepted from the Germans --
guns and who knows what else
for an attack here.
That's as may be, but we've not
been advised of that officially.
[Chairs scrape loudly]
Good day to you, sir.
[Doors creak]
[Doors creak closed]
Do you think they're right?
It does not matter what I think.
I'm a civil servant.
You better have someone
decipher this for me.
Make it look like
we're doing something,
keep the General off my back.
Why don't we go to Corless's
for lunch?
That always cheers you up.
This cheers me up.
Mmm.
[Birds chirping]
[Horses' hooves clomping,
horse whinnies]
Is the Countess still here?
You nearly missed her.
I'm sorry, Dr. Lynn.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct murmuring
in distance]
DR. LYNN:
Elizabeth Butler, Madame.
[Indistinct murmuring continues]
Point it at me.
[Scoffs]
[Gasps]
[Cocks gun]
[Breathing unevenly]
You must do it
like you mean it.
[Huffs]
Here.
Practice with this.
[Pistol rattles]
[Bullets clink]
Mm-hmm?
[Glass bottle thuds]
Drink up.
[Unscrews cap]
You'll be in my battalion.
We'll be taking
St. Stephen's Green.
This will be
our rear operating base.
[Train whistle blows,
bell clanging]
[Guard whistle blows]
Hmm.
Forward march,
Lieutenant Duffy Lyons.
Eyes right. [Chuckles]
There you are, Harry.
Good of you to come.
And, George, what are you doing
here? What happened to Belfast?
Couldn't get enough
of dirty old Dublin.
He's back deviling
for his pupil master.
I'm acting as junior
for Mr. Wylie.
What about your father?
Gone their separates.
Big fallout
when Daddy Wilson secured
the war ministry contract
through his friend, Mr. Carson.
What about you? We've read
about you in dispatches.
Those who can be bothered
to read such things.
Sounds like hell.
[Horn honks]
To the Arts Club
for an eye-opener?
No, there's something
I have to do.
I'm needed in the office.
Spoilsports. [Laughs]
GIRLS: [Chanting] I like coffee,
I like tea.
Gentlemen.
GIRLS: I like the boys,
and the boys like me.
Ah, how are you, Arthur?
How are you?
Haven't seen you in ages.
Glad to see ya.
[Children laughing]
MAN: Gather yourself well,
you blighter!
BOY: Quick, quick, quick!
Quick!
[Boy laughs]
[Boy speaking indistinctly]
BOY: Come on, hit him.
Hit him.
[Children shouting playfully]
MAN: Enough of that now!
I said enough!
I wouldn't do that
if I was you, son.
Da!
[Indistinct conversations]
How are you?
Good.
Look at you.
Bit taller now, more freckles.
Save you from cutting
your hair.
Yeah.
[Chuckles]
What is this?
Uncle Jimmy made it for me.
Oh, did he now, yeah?
He said he'd get me a uniform
like his when I'm older.
Hold that.
Why don't you try this on
for size? The real thing.
[Chuckles]
Have a look at this.
A Luger Parabellum.
I took that
from a Turkish officer.
[Boy shouts indistinctly]
Did you shoot him?
No, no. I won it in a bet.
[Chuckles]
Top bit of kit, isn't it?
[Church bell tolling]
Come on. Away home.
How's your ma?
[Boys shout indistinctly]
And the girls?
[Horse blusters,
hooves clomping]
[Clock chiming]
Liza, where have you been?
College.
Surgeon's is closed
for Easter, surely.
Dr. Lynn has allowed us
to rehearse there.
I've to take
some stage properties
over to the theatre
this afternoon.
I'm afraid that won't
be possible.
Why not?
You have a visitor.
Who?
Stephen.
Stephen?
He's waiting upstairs.
Go on, go see him.
♪♪
[Door creaks]
[Inhales sharply]
[Exhales deeply]
[Children
speaking indistinctly]
WOMAN: I think it's Arthur.
[Indistinct conversations]
Hi, Arthur.
Ladies.
Been a long time.
Welcome home.
Thank you. Great to be back.
Gentlemen.
Arthur. How are you?
How are you? Good, good.
I swear you've grown
since yesterday. Hmm?
[Baby crying]
Tomorrow, we're not gonna be
able to get these on you at all.
Do you have an old pair
of Minnie's to give her, Peg?
I set aside a little
to buy her a new pair.
Make sure they're big enough
to fit a baby cart horse, huh?
Uncle Jimmy, Ma, he's back!
[Baby coos]
[Door creaks closed]
Peg o' my heart!
Come here to me.
[Kisses]
Oh, I've missed you.
We've missed you, too.
[Kisses]
[Baby continues cooing]
[Laughs]
Who is this little lady?
Isn't he the fine man
in his uniform?
I can see you're
practically grown already.
[Baby babbles]
Oh! There you go.
[Baby crying]
Da!
Sadie!
Look at the size of you!
Come here, come here.
[Baby crying]
[Arthur laughs, kisses]
Give your old man a hug.
Let me look at ya.
You keeping your brother
out of trouble?
You.
ARTHUR: And you're growing fast,
aren't ya?
Good girl. Good girl.
[Kisses]
Good girl yourself.
[Baby fussing]
[Kisses]
[Baby wailing]
Jim. Come here.
[Baby continues wailing]
Why don't you run down
to O'Hegarty's? Yeah?
Get your old man some rashers,
some eggs, a large bottle.
[Pats arm]
Yeah.
[Door opens, closes]
[Chair scrapes floor]
[Door closes]
Where's Minnie?
She's working.
[Baby fussing]
Ah, yeah. Where?
Star of the Sea.
What, the laundry?
Well, it's something, Art.
And Jimmy's still blacklisted.
Well, don't you have
the separation money?
Couldn't get by
without it, love.
But she's getting older.
We need the money.
[Baby fussing]
JIMMY: Right, I better go.
There's a job they want me
down for at Liberty Hall.
Why don't I take the kids
to Mrs. Lambert's,
give you two a chance
to catch up?
PEGGY: That'd be great.
Thanks, Jim.
JIMMY: Come on, missy.
Let's go.
[Baby cooing]
Yeah, you come with me, too.
[Baby giggles, coos]
[Door creaks]
I'm sure it takes time,
Stephen.
You've only got two weeks leave
before you go back.
You must get some rest,
see your mother...
[Whispers] and take some time
in Wexford.
I spoke to your father.
He, um, he's given
his permission for us to marry.
Next Monday.
It won't change anything.
You must continue
your medical studies.
And afterwards,
children and the rest.
And when the Parliament moves
to Dublin...
Stephen...
...you'll be closer
to your parents.
Stephen, don't.
Your mother
is so, so pleased.
She's already sent
to the dressmakers
and the -- the shoemakers...
[Door opens]
...and the Lord knows
who else.
Is it safe to come in?
I'm sorry. I only --
Your father felt
we should mark the occasion.
And your brother suggested
we mark it with fizz.
Well done, Stephen.
[Clears throat]
Liza.
Father.
Well done, Stephen.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sylvester.
Liza.
EDWARD: I've, uh...
Thank you.
...talked to the Provost
of Trinity.
He says, eh, College Chapel
could be used.
HARRY: So shall
all the Gods of Erin...
[Door opens]
...Protestant and Catholic,
be appeased with this union.
The toast is my duty,
I believe, Harry.
Yes, Pater.
The marriage of Stephen
and my own Liza.
Is this the vintage, Harry?
HARRY:
Only the best for our Liz.
And best of luck to you,
Stephen.
You're gonna need it
with us as your in-laws.
[Laughter]
[Bicycle wheels rattling]
[Door opens]
Ah. [ Speaks indistinctly ]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Speaks in Irish]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Metal clinking]
Don't overfill
the jam tin, Milo,
or it will blow it
before you throw it.
[Speaks in Irish]
That's a great job
you're doing there, Cormac.
No lover ever caressed
his bride more fondly
than I,
my lovely, long Lee-Enfield.
I hope you can distinguish
between it and your true love
when the time comes.
But for the moment,
we are soldiers.
[Door opens]
Commandant Pearse.
We've had word from our
Castle contact, Miss O'Flaherty.
Another search.
Are we going out
on maneuvers, sir?
Soon, Cormac.
Maneuvers from which
not all of us will return.
Like Cúchulainn,
we'll welcome death in battle
as a glorious thing.
And God grant we'll all live
in eternal glory like him.
Right, lads,
uh, guns to the infirmary.
And take as much ammunition as
you can hide about yourselves.
[Guns clicking]
[Speaking in Irish]
[Metal clattering]
CORMAC: Let's go. Let's go.
[Speaking in Irish]
[Speaking in Irish]
This is an empire, Hammond.
Its fate does not hang upon
the word of a schoolboy
or the fantasies of
some crackbrain schoolmaster.
I will not bother the cabinet
with rumor and innuendo.
Yes, Sir Matthew.
Do you and, uh, Mrs. Hammond
have plans
for the Easter weekend?
We hope to visit
family friends.
I hope
she has a pleasant stay,
but she should probably
return to London soon.
Best we're not distracted,
eh, Hammond?
Yes, Sir Matthew.
Carry on, Hammond.
[Bicycle wheels rattling]
[Dog barking in distance]
[Woman speaking indistinctly]
Hello.
Tea's on the table,
fresh laundry in the hot press.
Now don't be disturbing me...
because I'm going six spades.
WOMAN: She's bluffing for sure
this time.
[Woman laughs]
WOMAN: Well, we'll see
about that, Moyra O'Riordan.
[Footsteps ascending]
That new bridge game
is worse than the gin
when it comes to the ruination
of old ladies.
May?
I've been seeing someone,
Frances.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
Courting?
We're not courting.
He's English.
I'm sure some of them know
how to court, at least.
And I've nothing against them
as individuals --
It's Mr. Hammond.
Isn't he married?
Now he does sound like the kind
of Englishman I object to.
Comes over here, takes --
It's not over, Fran.
He doesn't want it to be.
He's selling the cow
and still supping the milk?
Oh, May.
I'm sorry.
You've no reason to be afraid,
a stór.
But there's no future for you
with a married Englishman.
You'll always come off second.
But, Frances --
No.
You can't trust them.
Actually, there was something
I hoped you could do for me.
There's a document
at the Castle,
orders to arrest all the leaders
of the Volunteers and Sinn Féin.
How do you know about that?
If we could get ahold of it
and publish it,
all the Volunteers will think
the organization's going
to be suppressed,
and they'll come out for us.
They'd never suspect you, May.
I took an oath, Fran.
But your Mr. Hammond would
protect you.
No, Frances.
[Train whistle blows,
seabirds calling]
ELIZABETH: This door here.
Liberty Hall.
MAN: It's a fair weight,
miss.
Here.
Here, let me.
I thought you believed
in women's equality.
I do.
Good.
Thank you.
[Grunts]
[Seabirds continue calling]
Not bad for a girl.
[Bicyle bell rings]
Trying to show me up?
You're doing all right
for a fella.
I met the Countess.
Oh, yeah? Madame herself.
She said we're taking
Stephen's Green.
It must be soon.
This Sunday's mobilization.
my guess.
Volunteers have been called out
on route marches, too.
Perhaps it will be for the best
if it was this Sunday.
Now you're
an impatient revolutionary.
Stephen's home on leave.
We're to be married
next Monday.
[Train whistle blows
in distance]
Congratulations.
Will it be any different
after we go out?
Everything's going
to be different, isn't it?
English are going to be
driven out,
high windows of the rich
pulled down.
Including my father's?
He's welcome to join us
if he wants,
as long as he's prepared
to share his wealth.
I'll ask him so.
Are you up for this
for real, Liz?
The English have treated
this country shamefully.
And the rich,
my father included,
have treated the poor worse.
The worst slums in Europe,
they say.
I know. I live there.
I'm up for this.
CHARLES: I should be going.
[Train rails clacking
in distance]
[Bedsheets rustle]
What if you didn't?
What if this wasn't a bed in
a hotel room, but our own bed?
And where is that bed?
In a house by the sea.
West Sussex.
West Cork.
[Chuckles] Of course.
And you -- you'd have a desk
that looked out over the water,
where you'd sit
and write your books.
You'd have a garden
where you grew flowers.
We'd have children.
How many?
Three.
That all?
Five.
Two boys and...
three beautiful girls, like you.
And I'd insist
that they were all
called May.
[Laughs]
[Chuckles]
Mmm.
[Seabirds calling,
indistinct conversations]
[Bell clanging]
Vee, over here.
Darling.
[Car door opens]
How pleasant to see you.
You didn't have to come
all this way.
Oh, but I did.
Mm. Shall we?
[Car door closes]
[Horn honking]
[Seabirds continue calling]
Well, the paper's too big,
so we need a larger typeface.
But the ink is good.
[Churck bell tolling
in distance]
JIMMY:
Print it in two halves.
MAN: Print what,
Jimmy Mahon?
[Bell continues tolling]
I thought
your rag was banned.
It's not gonna stop us.
What's this?
Irish Citizen Army.
[Paper rustles]
[Paper ball clatters]
Putting on a play, are yous?
ELIZABETH:
"Cathleen ni Houlihan."
Yeats.
Thought you socialists
were against
all nations and nationalists?
We're all against empires
and the boot-licking rats
who work for them.
JAMES CONNOLLY:
Joining our union, Detective?
[Door creaks closed]
I would put that away
if I were you.
Get out.
[Rifles cock]
[Indistinct conversations
in distance]
Get out,
you puffed up buffoon.
Get out.
Your day will come, Connolly.
Aye.
Armed guard on both entrances
until it's time.
[Doors open]
[Doors close]
So slender.
Slender as I was
when I married your father.
Though they say men admire
the fuller figure,
a sign of good health
and child-bearing potential.
Medically, it makes
no difference, Mother.
And does it really matter
what men admire?
What men admire and don't admire
is important, Liza,
whether you like it or not.
[Chuckles]
I don't know what you think
you're playing at,
but once you're married,
it will all have to stop.
Gaelic culture, theatre --
all very well, but --
[Whispers] I don't know what
you're talking about.
A good marriage
is the only way for a woman
to secure her future, Liza.
[Church bell tolling
in distance]
MAN: There's still another few
to go, so let's come on.
Give us a hand with this.
[Man speaks indistinctly]
MAN: Watch your step.
Yes?
[Clears throat]
For Miss Elizabeth Butler,
Madame. For the performance.
From Mr. Connolly,
the producer.
To keep them safe.
I'm terribly sorry, but we just
don't have the space.
Good evening, gentlemen.
We can put them
in the provisions room
out back, Mummy.
It's only for a few days.
They'll be gone before Monday.
Right, lads.
[Man coughs]
SYLVESTER: This way.
♪♪
[Typewriter keys clacking]
[Door creaks closed]
Mr. Hammond, please.
I'm afraid he's actually
in a meet--
Mrs. Hammond?
Yes.
Miss Lacy.
I'm Mr. Hammond's --
I know.
I'll see if he's free.
These orders from General Lowe,
now I can read them.
Darling.
I need to speak to Sir Matthew.
Vee.
[Chuckles] I thought I'd come
and relieve you of the tedium...
of generals and Sir Matthew
and stenography,
and me of the tedium of that
damp little place in Dalkey.
Such a pity Daddy couldn't
find you something more exotic.
[Chuckles]
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I just meant
somewhere more different --
India or Africa again.
You're practically the same
as us here, dear, aren't you?
What a splendid surprise.
And just in time for lunch.
You have a club, don't you?
Mm, it's full of tedious types
like me.
Let's go to Corless's.
Proper local color.
That sounds much more fun.
Hmm?
What about Sir Matthew,
Mr. Hammond?
First taking after lunch,
if he's available.
[Footsteps depart]
♪♪
[Seabirds calling]
JIMMY: How many?
Couple of cases.
I hope Mr. Connolly
and Mr. Pearse's proclamation
isn't too long all the same.
Although I wouldn't bet on it
with those two.
What about ornamentals?
Want it to look proper.
The same ones
the Lord Lieutenant uses
to sign his name,
the drunken old bastard.
[Laughs]
Heard he used them
for other things, though.
Hmm.
Jesus, you can still smell
the whiskey off it.
Yeah.
It's pretty good.
HARRY:
Something wrong, Sis?
[Seabirds calling]
I wanted to ask you a favor.
Wanted to ask you one, too.
You first.
Well, the allowance
Pater keeps me on
is simply scandalous.
Can barely keep body and soul
together on it.
I get by fine on mine.
You're a filly. You don't have
to pay for anything.
And a socialist to boot,
so you've embraced poverty.
Come on, Sis, you know
I can't help myself.
So if you don't help me,
I'll have to find it elsewhere.
And Stephen's worth
a bob or two.
I know it wasn't just
the parliamentary seat
his old man left him.
[Inhales deeply]
What's wrong?
Second thoughts?
No.
So what about
your people's army?
I'm not going to listen to you
if you're going to be cynical.
In an age of excessive ideals,
the cynic is the true rebel.
I'm being serious.
So am I.
My cynicism hides
my deep skepticism
of the potential for ideals
to increase human happiness
by one jot.
Hmm. Mm.
[Seabirds continue calling]
[Typewriter keys clacking]
NATHAN:
It's been decided, Hammond.
But General Lowe's orders,
sir.
Lowe's a soldier.
Soldiers want to act.
[Clacking slows down]
But the decoded
German messages, sir.
I know about
the decoded German messages,
but our hands are tied.
I think it really might be worth
looking into, sir.
Well, you look into it,
Charles,
and then you come and report
back to me, all right?
CHARLES: Yes, sir.
NATHAN: Very good. Carry on.
[Door creaks open]
[Door creaking]
[Door creaks]
♪♪
[Door creaks]
G Division left these
personality files up for you.
Shall I leave a message
at your home for Mrs. Hammond
to say you'll be late?
No, I'll call her myself.
Thank you.
May?
Yes, sir?
Is something wrong, May?
No.
Why would there be,
Mr. Hammond?
You're free to leave.
[Door creaks]
♪♪
Evening.
Evening!
♪♪
Constable O'Brien.
Miss Lacy.
♪♪
[Dog barking in distance]
[Papers rustle]
[Whispers] May...
[Paper rustles]
I don't know how
to thank you. [Kisses]
I don't know
what I was thinking.
You're a brick.
I'll lose my job,
go to prison.
We all must be prepared to make
sacrifices for our nation.
Which nation? You're plotting
against my nation.
Has your Englishman
so turned your head
you can't see who
your own people are anymore?
Has Mr Pearse so turned yours
that you don't know
what's right from wrong anymore?
[Footsteps descend stairs]
[Front door opens and closes]
♪♪
[Exhales sharply]
[Knock on door]
♪♪
Miss O'Flaherty works for me,
gentlemen.
This is the document.
♪♪
[Men speak indistinctly]
Thank you, Frances.
And, uh, thank your friend.
I'm glad
I could play my part.
You may go.
[Men speak indistinctly]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Fire crackling]
[Door slams closed]
Minnie, you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, where you going?
I'm going to Biddy's.
You'd want to watch him, too.
He's in a rage with you.
[Door creaks]
There he is now.
Welcome...skiver.
You forced me to take
the King's shilling.
You -- you think I --
think I like fighting for
the British Army?
While I'm away
getting shot at by Turks,
you live off of my shillings
that the King pays me.
You'll spend it gladly.
Yeah, with my wife
and my young ones.
And now -- now you show
great consideration.
You got me older daughter a job
in a laundry.
I work when I can, Art.
[Scoffs]
Just doing me best.
Yeah, yeah,
I bet you do. Yeah.
Yeah.
[Inhales sharply]
And -- and do they pay you
really well
down at Liberty Hall?
Liberty doesn't have a price.
And all the rest of it.
And I'm the one
who gets called a traitor.
PEGGY: Art.
[Cocks rifle]
Art, please --
Don't defend him.
Get out of the way!
No. Please.
What is this doing
in my house?
You brought a gun home.
I'm a soldier.
So am I.
[Scoffs]
The Irish Citizen Army?
And I suppose
this thing here is about
taking a pop at agents
of British oppression, yeah?
People like me? Huh?
How does it feel to be
on the other end of it?
Take it.
[Thud]
Joke of a thing
for a joke of an army!
I want it and you
out of here now.
You're not welcome here
anymore.
But, Art, when you're away...
When I'm away what?
Jimmy's a great help
with the kids, that's all.
Oh, yeah, I bet he is.
Yeah.
You're going to have to do
without that help from now on.
You get your own wife, Jimmy.
Get your own family.
You've overstayed
your welcome,
you and your
workers' revolution.
Jimmy. Jimmy, don't go.
What else has he been
helping you with?
What do you think?
Sit down, you.
[Inhales sharply] Stop.
Move it!
Art.
Jim, don't go. Jim...
[Door creaks]
[Door closes, chair clattering]
[Baby wailing]
Yeah. Yeah.
[Baby continues wailing]
[Horse blusters]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Horses' hooves clomping]
[Door knocker clacks]
[Horse whinnies]
May?
Hello, Elizabeth.
So lovely to see you.
And you.
Gosh, it's been an age.
I know. Sure, I've been
very busy in the Castle.
I'm sure you have
with your studies.
Yes.
[Fire crackling]
Come in.
Thank you.
How've you been, May?
Good.
You're almost a doctor now,
aren't you?
Nearly.
There's something I need
to ask you.
Are you certain?
[Dog barking in distance]
What will you do?
[Distant barking continues]
[Inhales sharply]
Well, I can't go back to
the Castle once I begin to show.
[Whispers] That might not be
such a bad thing.
That was my life, Elizabeth.
What about home?
And shame my father?
They're not very understanding
of fallen women in Dublin,
let alone small town Cork.
You could go to England.
Have the baby in secret,
have it adopted.
I could lend you the money.
Thank you.
It's very kind of you.
[Inhales sharply]
The father will be delighted.
We've been talking
about marriage.
So... [Clicks tongue]
we'll just have to do it sooner.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
What was it like?
It was amazing.
[Chuckles]
[Exhales]
I hope you'll be happy, too,
Elizabeth.
You always did
everything right.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Man laughs]
[Bottle thuds]
Whoa. You didn't used to like
whiskey, Stephen.
I discovered its...
medicinal power
when we were convalescing
in Malta.
All better now?
Enough to be sent back out again
to France in 10 days.
It's just a bit of shrapnel.
Big push coming, they say.
I'll -- I'll get through it,
knowing that
Lizzy's there for me.
And what about your Ingrid,
Georgie?
You going to make
an honest woman of her?
When I can afford it.
Are things so bad
with your father?
I wouldn't take his money
if he offered.
Take what's on offer
when it's on offer, my motto,
because it mightn't
be offered again.
The munitions he's manufacturing
are for our side, George.
And what is "our side"
fighting for?
So that the English will have to
grant us Home Rule after.
And the Ulster Volunteers are
fighting so that they don't.
They've legislated for it.
Look, all I'm saying is,
I don't think anyone believes
that it's going
to be brought in anymore.
And what do people believe then?
That we're sitting on a bomb.
And I believe we should
be having a good time.
You two girls fancy a drink?
What are you offering?
The hard stuff.
Want to watch you so.
Uh-huh?
[Glass thuds]
[Corks squeaks]
[Whiskey pouring]
[Bottle thuds]
[Glass thuds]
Now...
what pro quo do I get
for my quid?
Don't mind him.
We're fine. Thanks.
Speak for yourself.
[Match strikes]
Which one of you's going
to sit on my knee?
I don't know what
you take us for, mister.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
I'll take you
for a good time.
Don't be giving it away
for free.
Who said I was giving anything
away for free?
You're not like that,
Minnie.
He smells nice.
See? At least someone's
in the mood.
Now, ladies, those drinks
I promised you...
Barman, give me a few glasses
here for the ladies.
[Drink pouring]
How many?
20,000, they estimate.
A German ship with 20,000 guns
escaped our Naval blockade
and made it to
the coast of Ireland?
The Admiralty knew
but didn't act,
or the Germans would've known
we cracked their code.
They'd sooner risk
a rebellion here.
[Glass thuds]
Well, thankfully,
it was intercepted.
As where's
this traitor Casement?
Under arrest in Tralee.
Have him sent straight
to London.
Yes, sir.
And in secret.
The last thing we want
is a martyr.
And as for their collaborators
in our administration,
deal with them.
Yes, sir.
[Newspaper thuds]
[Indistinct conversations]
♪♪
Once you go in with us,
there'll be no going back.
I'll be going out with you.
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
[Door creaks]
♪♪
[Paintbrush clinks]
[Trunk thuds]
[Paintbrush clinks]
[Clacking]
♪♪
Where are you off to
at this hour of the day, May?
I'm going to England
on the early boat.
But you can't.
I'm paid up till
the end of the month.
I-I don't care
about the money, love.
What's happened?
I'm sorry, Aunt Nellie.
Is it a fella?
I'll have my trunk sent on.
Goodbye, Aunt Nellie.
♪♪
Miss Lacy?
Sergeant.
I've been asked to fetch you
to the Castle.
But it's Easter weekend.
What does it concern?
Follow me.
Of course, Sergeant.
♪♪
♪♪
[Piano playing "Three Little
Maids From School Are We"]
♪ Three little maids
from school are we ♪
♪ Pert as a schoolgirl
well can be ♪
♪ Filled to the brim
with girlish glee ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
♪ Everything is
a source of fun ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Nobody's safe,
for we care for none ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Life is a joke
that's just begun ♪
[All laugh]
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
[Fans snap]
♪ Three little maids ♪
♪ who, all unwary
come from a ladies' seminary ♪
♪ Freed from
its genius tutelary ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
♪ Three little maids
from school ♪
[Cheers and applause]
[All giggle]
[Fans snap]
[Fabric rustles]
MAN: Well done, miss.
[Laughter in distance]
[Indistinct conversations]
WOMAN: Well done, miss.
WOMAN: I'll see you upstairs.
Miss Butler?
Jimmy?
I wanted to thank you
for the ticket.
You enjoyed it?
I enjoyed seeing you.
Aren't socialists allowed
to have fun?
[Cork pops]
Fizz corks are popping, Sis.
Stephen's waiting.
I'll be with you in a moment,
Harry.
HARRY: Come on, hurry up.
Would you like
to come join us?
No, no, I better head home.
[Cork pops]
[Applause in distance]
[Chuckles] Okay.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
[Metal clinks]
For the next meeting.
See you there?
You will indeed, Mr. Mahon.
Good night.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
Are you sure, Frances?
It's a great offer.
Won't the nuns want you
to go back to Galway
to teach for them?
Maybe, but I want to stay.
Things are happening here.
Well, if you're sure,
I'm sure.
Forward together,
the world and we are young.
[Women laughing]
Mr. Hammond.
I just wanted to congratulate
you on your performance tonight.
[piano playing mid-tempo song]
Both of you.
No escape now, Sis.
[Chuckles]
Found her.
Thank you.
At last.
I want a top up.
Congratulations, darling.
You were wonderful.
[Kisses]
Wasn't she, Edward?
Mmm.
[Kisses]
You're a credit to us,
at least.
Thank you, Daddy, Mummy.
I thought I'd lost you.
[Kisses]
Stephen. How are you?
[Clinks glass]
Ladies and gentlemen,
let us raise our glasses
for our very own three graces --
Miss May Lacy...
[Cheers and applause]
Miss Frances O'Flaherty...
[Cheers and applause continue]
...and my beautiful fiancée,
my very own Yum-Yum...
That's my sister,
you dirty dog.
[Laughter]
[Chuckles]
Miss Elizabeth Butler.
MAN: Whoo!
To the Three Little Maids.
ALL: Three Little Maids.
[Glasses clinking]
[Murmuring]
[Church bell tolling]
[Horses' hooves clomping
in distance]
[Bell continues tolling]
That's it. It's war.
[Tolling continues]
MAN: Oi, Edward,
what're you after?
[Dog barking]
[Match strikes]
[Tolling continues]
[Barking continues]
Looking for company,
mister?
[Tolling continues]
[Indistinct conversations]
There he is.
How are you, Art?
[Sighs]
[Woman shouts in distance]
So it's war.
It's not our war.
Since when did we have
a choice, brother?
MAN IN DISTANCE: Suit yourself!
WOMAN: Oh!
STEPHEN: Let us Irish
show the King
through our unfailing support,
that his trust in our loyalty
has not been misplaced.
And when it is over,
we will welcome him
to open our new Parliament
here in Dublin.
CHARLES: Hear, hear!
MEN: Hear, hear!
ALL:
♪ God save our gracious King ♪
♪ Long live our noble King ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
♪ Send him victorious ♪
♪ Happy and glorious ♪
♪ Long to reign o'er us ♪
♪ God save the King ♪
[Projectile whistling]
[Explosion]
[Whirring sound, explosion]
[Ship horn blows]
[Bell clanging,
seabirds calling]
No conscription for Ireland!
No conscription for Ireland!
Let English men
fight English wars!
Thank you, sir.
No conscription for Ireland!
[Horn honks]
Feeling a bit...
Nice to be home, though.
Well, men...
FRANCES: Let English men
fight English wars!
Hello.
Fancy a feel, fellas?
I would, but...
I'm a family man.
No conscription for Ireland.
You should be fighting
for your own country.
That's what we're doing,
fighting for our King
and country.
No, you're a traitor.
Nobody calls me a traitor,
especially not me own.
I am.
If you weren't a lassie --
What, you'd shoot me?
Do it then.
Be the first bullet fired
in the fight for Irish freedom.
Freedom, my Royal Irish ass!
[Soldiers laugh]
No conscription for Ireland!
No conscription for Ireland!
You boys should be at home.
You shouldn't be fighting
when it's not your war.
MAN: Drag her into the trenches
with us.
MAN: Wouldn't you like
to give her one, Art?
[Engine rumbling, horn honks]
[Indistinct conversations]
Hello.
How are you?
I'd like to buy some flowers,
please.
Yes, what would you like?
Um...oh, these are very pretty,
aren't they?
Oh, those posies?
Morning, Constable O'Brien.
Morning, Miss Lacy.
Don't let me interrupt
your morning smoke.
[Exhales slowly]
[Chuckles]
I like your flowers.
Thanks very much.
I couldn't resist.
MAN: Quick march.
Left. Left. Left, right, left.
Left. Left. Left, right, left.
O'BRIEN: Would you look
at that lot?
Left. Left, right, left.
They're not hurting anyone.
MAN: Left. Left.
Left, right, left.
Not with them sticks,
they're not.
[Chuckles]
MAN: Morning, miss.
MAY: Morning.
[Church bell tolling]
GENERAL LOWE: Secret orders
for the immediate round up
of the so-called
Sinn Féin faction --
all their names, addresses,
and secret arms stashes.
It's in cipher, of course,
since, for some perverse reason,
many of the people
treasonable to England
are to be found
in the lower ranks
of the government service.
CHARLES: Such orders
would have to be sanctioned
by the Chief Secretary,
Mr. Birrell,
who's currently in London.
Damn it, Hammond!
We must act!
There's every indication
some kind of attack is imminent!
Your misgivings have been noted
and shall be conveyed
to Sir Matthew.
But affairs in Ireland
are delicately poised.
Yes, they're delicately posed,
all right.
I've heard from a contact
in the Admiralty
that messages have been
intercepted from the Germans --
guns and who knows what else
for an attack here.
That's as may be, but we've not
been advised of that officially.
[Chairs scrape loudly]
Good day to you, sir.
[Doors creak]
[Doors creak closed]
Do you think they're right?
It does not matter what I think.
I'm a civil servant.
You better have someone
decipher this for me.
Make it look like
we're doing something,
keep the General off my back.
Why don't we go to Corless's
for lunch?
That always cheers you up.
This cheers me up.
Mmm.
[Birds chirping]
[Horses' hooves clomping,
horse whinnies]
Is the Countess still here?
You nearly missed her.
I'm sorry, Dr. Lynn.
[Door closes]
[Indistinct murmuring
in distance]
DR. LYNN:
Elizabeth Butler, Madame.
[Indistinct murmuring continues]
Point it at me.
[Scoffs]
[Gasps]
[Cocks gun]
[Breathing unevenly]
You must do it
like you mean it.
[Huffs]
Here.
Practice with this.
[Pistol rattles]
[Bullets clink]
Mm-hmm?
[Glass bottle thuds]
Drink up.
[Unscrews cap]
You'll be in my battalion.
We'll be taking
St. Stephen's Green.
This will be
our rear operating base.
[Train whistle blows,
bell clanging]
[Guard whistle blows]
Hmm.
Forward march,
Lieutenant Duffy Lyons.
Eyes right. [Chuckles]
There you are, Harry.
Good of you to come.
And, George, what are you doing
here? What happened to Belfast?
Couldn't get enough
of dirty old Dublin.
He's back deviling
for his pupil master.
I'm acting as junior
for Mr. Wylie.
What about your father?
Gone their separates.
Big fallout
when Daddy Wilson secured
the war ministry contract
through his friend, Mr. Carson.
What about you? We've read
about you in dispatches.
Those who can be bothered
to read such things.
Sounds like hell.
[Horn honks]
To the Arts Club
for an eye-opener?
No, there's something
I have to do.
I'm needed in the office.
Spoilsports. [Laughs]
GIRLS: [Chanting] I like coffee,
I like tea.
Gentlemen.
GIRLS: I like the boys,
and the boys like me.
Ah, how are you, Arthur?
How are you?
Haven't seen you in ages.
Glad to see ya.
[Children laughing]
MAN: Gather yourself well,
you blighter!
BOY: Quick, quick, quick!
Quick!
[Boy laughs]
[Boy speaking indistinctly]
BOY: Come on, hit him.
Hit him.
[Children shouting playfully]
MAN: Enough of that now!
I said enough!
I wouldn't do that
if I was you, son.
Da!
[Indistinct conversations]
How are you?
Good.
Look at you.
Bit taller now, more freckles.
Save you from cutting
your hair.
Yeah.
[Chuckles]
What is this?
Uncle Jimmy made it for me.
Oh, did he now, yeah?
He said he'd get me a uniform
like his when I'm older.
Hold that.
Why don't you try this on
for size? The real thing.
[Chuckles]
Have a look at this.
A Luger Parabellum.
I took that
from a Turkish officer.
[Boy shouts indistinctly]
Did you shoot him?
No, no. I won it in a bet.
[Chuckles]
Top bit of kit, isn't it?
[Church bell tolling]
Come on. Away home.
How's your ma?
[Boys shout indistinctly]
And the girls?
[Horse blusters,
hooves clomping]
[Clock chiming]
Liza, where have you been?
College.
Surgeon's is closed
for Easter, surely.
Dr. Lynn has allowed us
to rehearse there.
I've to take
some stage properties
over to the theatre
this afternoon.
I'm afraid that won't
be possible.
Why not?
You have a visitor.
Who?
Stephen.
Stephen?
He's waiting upstairs.
Go on, go see him.
♪♪
[Door creaks]
[Inhales sharply]
[Exhales deeply]
[Children
speaking indistinctly]
WOMAN: I think it's Arthur.
[Indistinct conversations]
Hi, Arthur.
Ladies.
Been a long time.
Welcome home.
Thank you. Great to be back.
Gentlemen.
Arthur. How are you?
How are you? Good, good.
I swear you've grown
since yesterday. Hmm?
[Baby crying]
Tomorrow, we're not gonna be
able to get these on you at all.
Do you have an old pair
of Minnie's to give her, Peg?
I set aside a little
to buy her a new pair.
Make sure they're big enough
to fit a baby cart horse, huh?
Uncle Jimmy, Ma, he's back!
[Baby coos]
[Door creaks closed]
Peg o' my heart!
Come here to me.
[Kisses]
Oh, I've missed you.
We've missed you, too.
[Kisses]
[Baby continues cooing]
[Laughs]
Who is this little lady?
Isn't he the fine man
in his uniform?
I can see you're
practically grown already.
[Baby babbles]
Oh! There you go.
[Baby crying]
Da!
Sadie!
Look at the size of you!
Come here, come here.
[Baby crying]
[Arthur laughs, kisses]
Give your old man a hug.
Let me look at ya.
You keeping your brother
out of trouble?
You.
ARTHUR: And you're growing fast,
aren't ya?
Good girl. Good girl.
[Kisses]
Good girl yourself.
[Baby fussing]
[Kisses]
[Baby wailing]
Jim. Come here.
[Baby continues wailing]
Why don't you run down
to O'Hegarty's? Yeah?
Get your old man some rashers,
some eggs, a large bottle.
[Pats arm]
Yeah.
[Door opens, closes]
[Chair scrapes floor]
[Door closes]
Where's Minnie?
She's working.
[Baby fussing]
Ah, yeah. Where?
Star of the Sea.
What, the laundry?
Well, it's something, Art.
And Jimmy's still blacklisted.
Well, don't you have
the separation money?
Couldn't get by
without it, love.
But she's getting older.
We need the money.
[Baby fussing]
JIMMY: Right, I better go.
There's a job they want me
down for at Liberty Hall.
Why don't I take the kids
to Mrs. Lambert's,
give you two a chance
to catch up?
PEGGY: That'd be great.
Thanks, Jim.
JIMMY: Come on, missy.
Let's go.
[Baby cooing]
Yeah, you come with me, too.
[Baby giggles, coos]
[Door creaks]
I'm sure it takes time,
Stephen.
You've only got two weeks leave
before you go back.
You must get some rest,
see your mother...
[Whispers] and take some time
in Wexford.
I spoke to your father.
He, um, he's given
his permission for us to marry.
Next Monday.
It won't change anything.
You must continue
your medical studies.
And afterwards,
children and the rest.
And when the Parliament moves
to Dublin...
Stephen...
...you'll be closer
to your parents.
Stephen, don't.
Your mother
is so, so pleased.
She's already sent
to the dressmakers
and the -- the shoemakers...
[Door opens]
...and the Lord knows
who else.
Is it safe to come in?
I'm sorry. I only --
Your father felt
we should mark the occasion.
And your brother suggested
we mark it with fizz.
Well done, Stephen.
[Clears throat]
Liza.
Father.
Well done, Stephen.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sylvester.
Liza.
EDWARD: I've, uh...
Thank you.
...talked to the Provost
of Trinity.
He says, eh, College Chapel
could be used.
HARRY: So shall
all the Gods of Erin...
[Door opens]
...Protestant and Catholic,
be appeased with this union.
The toast is my duty,
I believe, Harry.
Yes, Pater.
The marriage of Stephen
and my own Liza.
Is this the vintage, Harry?
HARRY:
Only the best for our Liz.
And best of luck to you,
Stephen.
You're gonna need it
with us as your in-laws.
[Laughter]
[Bicycle wheels rattling]
[Door opens]
Ah. [ Speaks indistinctly ]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Speaks in Irish]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Metal clinking]
Don't overfill
the jam tin, Milo,
or it will blow it
before you throw it.
[Speaks in Irish]
That's a great job
you're doing there, Cormac.
No lover ever caressed
his bride more fondly
than I,
my lovely, long Lee-Enfield.
I hope you can distinguish
between it and your true love
when the time comes.
But for the moment,
we are soldiers.
[Door opens]
Commandant Pearse.
We've had word from our
Castle contact, Miss O'Flaherty.
Another search.
Are we going out
on maneuvers, sir?
Soon, Cormac.
Maneuvers from which
not all of us will return.
Like Cúchulainn,
we'll welcome death in battle
as a glorious thing.
And God grant we'll all live
in eternal glory like him.
Right, lads,
uh, guns to the infirmary.
And take as much ammunition as
you can hide about yourselves.
[Guns clicking]
[Speaking in Irish]
[Metal clattering]
CORMAC: Let's go. Let's go.
[Speaking in Irish]
[Speaking in Irish]
This is an empire, Hammond.
Its fate does not hang upon
the word of a schoolboy
or the fantasies of
some crackbrain schoolmaster.
I will not bother the cabinet
with rumor and innuendo.
Yes, Sir Matthew.
Do you and, uh, Mrs. Hammond
have plans
for the Easter weekend?
We hope to visit
family friends.
I hope
she has a pleasant stay,
but she should probably
return to London soon.
Best we're not distracted,
eh, Hammond?
Yes, Sir Matthew.
Carry on, Hammond.
[Bicycle wheels rattling]
[Dog barking in distance]
[Woman speaking indistinctly]
Hello.
Tea's on the table,
fresh laundry in the hot press.
Now don't be disturbing me...
because I'm going six spades.
WOMAN: She's bluffing for sure
this time.
[Woman laughs]
WOMAN: Well, we'll see
about that, Moyra O'Riordan.
[Footsteps ascending]
That new bridge game
is worse than the gin
when it comes to the ruination
of old ladies.
May?
I've been seeing someone,
Frances.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
Courting?
We're not courting.
He's English.
I'm sure some of them know
how to court, at least.
And I've nothing against them
as individuals --
It's Mr. Hammond.
Isn't he married?
Now he does sound like the kind
of Englishman I object to.
Comes over here, takes --
It's not over, Fran.
He doesn't want it to be.
He's selling the cow
and still supping the milk?
Oh, May.
I'm sorry.
You've no reason to be afraid,
a stór.
But there's no future for you
with a married Englishman.
You'll always come off second.
But, Frances --
No.
You can't trust them.
Actually, there was something
I hoped you could do for me.
There's a document
at the Castle,
orders to arrest all the leaders
of the Volunteers and Sinn Féin.
How do you know about that?
If we could get ahold of it
and publish it,
all the Volunteers will think
the organization's going
to be suppressed,
and they'll come out for us.
They'd never suspect you, May.
I took an oath, Fran.
But your Mr. Hammond would
protect you.
No, Frances.
[Train whistle blows,
seabirds calling]
ELIZABETH: This door here.
Liberty Hall.
MAN: It's a fair weight,
miss.
Here.
Here, let me.
I thought you believed
in women's equality.
I do.
Good.
Thank you.
[Grunts]
[Seabirds continue calling]
Not bad for a girl.
[Bicyle bell rings]
Trying to show me up?
You're doing all right
for a fella.
I met the Countess.
Oh, yeah? Madame herself.
She said we're taking
Stephen's Green.
It must be soon.
This Sunday's mobilization.
my guess.
Volunteers have been called out
on route marches, too.
Perhaps it will be for the best
if it was this Sunday.
Now you're
an impatient revolutionary.
Stephen's home on leave.
We're to be married
next Monday.
[Train whistle blows
in distance]
Congratulations.
Will it be any different
after we go out?
Everything's going
to be different, isn't it?
English are going to be
driven out,
high windows of the rich
pulled down.
Including my father's?
He's welcome to join us
if he wants,
as long as he's prepared
to share his wealth.
I'll ask him so.
Are you up for this
for real, Liz?
The English have treated
this country shamefully.
And the rich,
my father included,
have treated the poor worse.
The worst slums in Europe,
they say.
I know. I live there.
I'm up for this.
CHARLES: I should be going.
[Train rails clacking
in distance]
[Bedsheets rustle]
What if you didn't?
What if this wasn't a bed in
a hotel room, but our own bed?
And where is that bed?
In a house by the sea.
West Sussex.
West Cork.
[Chuckles] Of course.
And you -- you'd have a desk
that looked out over the water,
where you'd sit
and write your books.
You'd have a garden
where you grew flowers.
We'd have children.
How many?
Three.
That all?
Five.
Two boys and...
three beautiful girls, like you.
And I'd insist
that they were all
called May.
[Laughs]
[Chuckles]
Mmm.
[Seabirds calling,
indistinct conversations]
[Bell clanging]
Vee, over here.
Darling.
[Car door opens]
How pleasant to see you.
You didn't have to come
all this way.
Oh, but I did.
Mm. Shall we?
[Car door closes]
[Horn honking]
[Seabirds continue calling]
Well, the paper's too big,
so we need a larger typeface.
But the ink is good.
[Churck bell tolling
in distance]
JIMMY:
Print it in two halves.
MAN: Print what,
Jimmy Mahon?
[Bell continues tolling]
I thought
your rag was banned.
It's not gonna stop us.
What's this?
Irish Citizen Army.
[Paper rustles]
[Paper ball clatters]
Putting on a play, are yous?
ELIZABETH:
"Cathleen ni Houlihan."
Yeats.
Thought you socialists
were against
all nations and nationalists?
We're all against empires
and the boot-licking rats
who work for them.
JAMES CONNOLLY:
Joining our union, Detective?
[Door creaks closed]
I would put that away
if I were you.
Get out.
[Rifles cock]
[Indistinct conversations
in distance]
Get out,
you puffed up buffoon.
Get out.
Your day will come, Connolly.
Aye.
Armed guard on both entrances
until it's time.
[Doors open]
[Doors close]
So slender.
Slender as I was
when I married your father.
Though they say men admire
the fuller figure,
a sign of good health
and child-bearing potential.
Medically, it makes
no difference, Mother.
And does it really matter
what men admire?
What men admire and don't admire
is important, Liza,
whether you like it or not.
[Chuckles]
I don't know what you think
you're playing at,
but once you're married,
it will all have to stop.
Gaelic culture, theatre --
all very well, but --
[Whispers] I don't know what
you're talking about.
A good marriage
is the only way for a woman
to secure her future, Liza.
[Church bell tolling
in distance]
MAN: There's still another few
to go, so let's come on.
Give us a hand with this.
[Man speaks indistinctly]
MAN: Watch your step.
Yes?
[Clears throat]
For Miss Elizabeth Butler,
Madame. For the performance.
From Mr. Connolly,
the producer.
To keep them safe.
I'm terribly sorry, but we just
don't have the space.
Good evening, gentlemen.
We can put them
in the provisions room
out back, Mummy.
It's only for a few days.
They'll be gone before Monday.
Right, lads.
[Man coughs]
SYLVESTER: This way.
♪♪
[Typewriter keys clacking]
[Door creaks closed]
Mr. Hammond, please.
I'm afraid he's actually
in a meet--
Mrs. Hammond?
Yes.
Miss Lacy.
I'm Mr. Hammond's --
I know.
I'll see if he's free.
These orders from General Lowe,
now I can read them.
Darling.
I need to speak to Sir Matthew.
Vee.
[Chuckles] I thought I'd come
and relieve you of the tedium...
of generals and Sir Matthew
and stenography,
and me of the tedium of that
damp little place in Dalkey.
Such a pity Daddy couldn't
find you something more exotic.
[Chuckles]
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I just meant
somewhere more different --
India or Africa again.
You're practically the same
as us here, dear, aren't you?
What a splendid surprise.
And just in time for lunch.
You have a club, don't you?
Mm, it's full of tedious types
like me.
Let's go to Corless's.
Proper local color.
That sounds much more fun.
Hmm?
What about Sir Matthew,
Mr. Hammond?
First taking after lunch,
if he's available.
[Footsteps depart]
♪♪
[Seabirds calling]
JIMMY: How many?
Couple of cases.
I hope Mr. Connolly
and Mr. Pearse's proclamation
isn't too long all the same.
Although I wouldn't bet on it
with those two.
What about ornamentals?
Want it to look proper.
The same ones
the Lord Lieutenant uses
to sign his name,
the drunken old bastard.
[Laughs]
Heard he used them
for other things, though.
Hmm.
Jesus, you can still smell
the whiskey off it.
Yeah.
It's pretty good.
HARRY:
Something wrong, Sis?
[Seabirds calling]
I wanted to ask you a favor.
Wanted to ask you one, too.
You first.
Well, the allowance
Pater keeps me on
is simply scandalous.
Can barely keep body and soul
together on it.
I get by fine on mine.
You're a filly. You don't have
to pay for anything.
And a socialist to boot,
so you've embraced poverty.
Come on, Sis, you know
I can't help myself.
So if you don't help me,
I'll have to find it elsewhere.
And Stephen's worth
a bob or two.
I know it wasn't just
the parliamentary seat
his old man left him.
[Inhales deeply]
What's wrong?
Second thoughts?
No.
So what about
your people's army?
I'm not going to listen to you
if you're going to be cynical.
In an age of excessive ideals,
the cynic is the true rebel.
I'm being serious.
So am I.
My cynicism hides
my deep skepticism
of the potential for ideals
to increase human happiness
by one jot.
Hmm. Mm.
[Seabirds continue calling]
[Typewriter keys clacking]
NATHAN:
It's been decided, Hammond.
But General Lowe's orders,
sir.
Lowe's a soldier.
Soldiers want to act.
[Clacking slows down]
But the decoded
German messages, sir.
I know about
the decoded German messages,
but our hands are tied.
I think it really might be worth
looking into, sir.
Well, you look into it,
Charles,
and then you come and report
back to me, all right?
CHARLES: Yes, sir.
NATHAN: Very good. Carry on.
[Door creaks open]
[Door creaking]
[Door creaks]
♪♪
[Door creaks]
G Division left these
personality files up for you.
Shall I leave a message
at your home for Mrs. Hammond
to say you'll be late?
No, I'll call her myself.
Thank you.
May?
Yes, sir?
Is something wrong, May?
No.
Why would there be,
Mr. Hammond?
You're free to leave.
[Door creaks]
♪♪
Evening.
Evening!
♪♪
Constable O'Brien.
Miss Lacy.
♪♪
[Dog barking in distance]
[Papers rustle]
[Whispers] May...
[Paper rustles]
I don't know how
to thank you. [Kisses]
I don't know
what I was thinking.
You're a brick.
I'll lose my job,
go to prison.
We all must be prepared to make
sacrifices for our nation.
Which nation? You're plotting
against my nation.
Has your Englishman
so turned your head
you can't see who
your own people are anymore?
Has Mr Pearse so turned yours
that you don't know
what's right from wrong anymore?
[Footsteps descend stairs]
[Front door opens and closes]
♪♪
[Exhales sharply]
[Knock on door]
♪♪
Miss O'Flaherty works for me,
gentlemen.
This is the document.
♪♪
[Men speak indistinctly]
Thank you, Frances.
And, uh, thank your friend.
I'm glad
I could play my part.
You may go.
[Men speak indistinctly]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Fire crackling]
[Door slams closed]
Minnie, you all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, where you going?
I'm going to Biddy's.
You'd want to watch him, too.
He's in a rage with you.
[Door creaks]
There he is now.
Welcome...skiver.
You forced me to take
the King's shilling.
You -- you think I --
think I like fighting for
the British Army?
While I'm away
getting shot at by Turks,
you live off of my shillings
that the King pays me.
You'll spend it gladly.
Yeah, with my wife
and my young ones.
And now -- now you show
great consideration.
You got me older daughter a job
in a laundry.
I work when I can, Art.
[Scoffs]
Just doing me best.
Yeah, yeah,
I bet you do. Yeah.
Yeah.
[Inhales sharply]
And -- and do they pay you
really well
down at Liberty Hall?
Liberty doesn't have a price.
And all the rest of it.
And I'm the one
who gets called a traitor.
PEGGY: Art.
[Cocks rifle]
Art, please --
Don't defend him.
Get out of the way!
No. Please.
What is this doing
in my house?
You brought a gun home.
I'm a soldier.
So am I.
[Scoffs]
The Irish Citizen Army?
And I suppose
this thing here is about
taking a pop at agents
of British oppression, yeah?
People like me? Huh?
How does it feel to be
on the other end of it?
Take it.
[Thud]
Joke of a thing
for a joke of an army!
I want it and you
out of here now.
You're not welcome here
anymore.
But, Art, when you're away...
When I'm away what?
Jimmy's a great help
with the kids, that's all.
Oh, yeah, I bet he is.
Yeah.
You're going to have to do
without that help from now on.
You get your own wife, Jimmy.
Get your own family.
You've overstayed
your welcome,
you and your
workers' revolution.
Jimmy. Jimmy, don't go.
What else has he been
helping you with?
What do you think?
Sit down, you.
[Inhales sharply] Stop.
Move it!
Art.
Jim, don't go. Jim...
[Door creaks]
[Door closes, chair clattering]
[Baby wailing]
Yeah. Yeah.
[Baby continues wailing]
[Horse blusters]
[Indistinct conversations]
[Horses' hooves clomping]
[Door knocker clacks]
[Horse whinnies]
May?
Hello, Elizabeth.
So lovely to see you.
And you.
Gosh, it's been an age.
I know. Sure, I've been
very busy in the Castle.
I'm sure you have
with your studies.
Yes.
[Fire crackling]
Come in.
Thank you.
How've you been, May?
Good.
You're almost a doctor now,
aren't you?
Nearly.
There's something I need
to ask you.
Are you certain?
[Dog barking in distance]
What will you do?
[Distant barking continues]
[Inhales sharply]
Well, I can't go back to
the Castle once I begin to show.
[Whispers] That might not be
such a bad thing.
That was my life, Elizabeth.
What about home?
And shame my father?
They're not very understanding
of fallen women in Dublin,
let alone small town Cork.
You could go to England.
Have the baby in secret,
have it adopted.
I could lend you the money.
Thank you.
It's very kind of you.
[Inhales sharply]
The father will be delighted.
We've been talking
about marriage.
So... [Clicks tongue]
we'll just have to do it sooner.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
What was it like?
It was amazing.
[Chuckles]
[Exhales]
I hope you'll be happy, too,
Elizabeth.
You always did
everything right.
[Indistinct conversations]
[Man laughs]
[Bottle thuds]
Whoa. You didn't used to like
whiskey, Stephen.
I discovered its...
medicinal power
when we were convalescing
in Malta.
All better now?
Enough to be sent back out again
to France in 10 days.
It's just a bit of shrapnel.
Big push coming, they say.
I'll -- I'll get through it,
knowing that
Lizzy's there for me.
And what about your Ingrid,
Georgie?
You going to make
an honest woman of her?
When I can afford it.
Are things so bad
with your father?
I wouldn't take his money
if he offered.
Take what's on offer
when it's on offer, my motto,
because it mightn't
be offered again.
The munitions he's manufacturing
are for our side, George.
And what is "our side"
fighting for?
So that the English will have to
grant us Home Rule after.
And the Ulster Volunteers are
fighting so that they don't.
They've legislated for it.
Look, all I'm saying is,
I don't think anyone believes
that it's going
to be brought in anymore.
And what do people believe then?
That we're sitting on a bomb.
And I believe we should
be having a good time.
You two girls fancy a drink?
What are you offering?
The hard stuff.
Want to watch you so.
Uh-huh?
[Glass thuds]
[Corks squeaks]
[Whiskey pouring]
[Bottle thuds]
[Glass thuds]
Now...
what pro quo do I get
for my quid?
Don't mind him.
We're fine. Thanks.
Speak for yourself.
[Match strikes]
Which one of you's going
to sit on my knee?
I don't know what
you take us for, mister.
[Indistinct conversations
continue]
I'll take you
for a good time.
Don't be giving it away
for free.
Who said I was giving anything
away for free?
You're not like that,
Minnie.
He smells nice.
See? At least someone's
in the mood.
Now, ladies, those drinks
I promised you...
Barman, give me a few glasses
here for the ladies.
[Drink pouring]
How many?
20,000, they estimate.
A German ship with 20,000 guns
escaped our Naval blockade
and made it to
the coast of Ireland?
The Admiralty knew
but didn't act,
or the Germans would've known
we cracked their code.
They'd sooner risk
a rebellion here.
[Glass thuds]
Well, thankfully,
it was intercepted.
As where's
this traitor Casement?
Under arrest in Tralee.
Have him sent straight
to London.
Yes, sir.
And in secret.
The last thing we want
is a martyr.
And as for their collaborators
in our administration,
deal with them.
Yes, sir.
[Newspaper thuds]
[Indistinct conversations]
♪♪
Once you go in with us,
there'll be no going back.
I'll be going out with you.
[Knock on door]
[Door opens]
[Door creaks]
♪♪
[Paintbrush clinks]
[Trunk thuds]
[Paintbrush clinks]
[Clacking]
♪♪
Where are you off to
at this hour of the day, May?
I'm going to England
on the early boat.
But you can't.
I'm paid up till
the end of the month.
I-I don't care
about the money, love.
What's happened?
I'm sorry, Aunt Nellie.
Is it a fella?
I'll have my trunk sent on.
Goodbye, Aunt Nellie.
♪♪
Miss Lacy?
Sergeant.
I've been asked to fetch you
to the Castle.
But it's Easter weekend.
What does it concern?
Follow me.
Of course, Sergeant.
♪♪
♪♪