Resistance (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
He was shot, after he was dead.
And why would we do that?
To fit the story you made up.
It's only a loan,
which you will repay.
I understand you're in
need of some assistance.
GUNSHOT
Hello Tomás.
Do you remember me?
Bastards!
Murdering Paddy bastards!
You have local knowledge.
And you have my trust.
Winter's got an informer.
The Wolfhound.
Frank told me.
He told me he thought it was you.
VOLLEY OF GUNSHOTS
It was a trap.
It was a trap for me.
You give me what I need or you're
never going to see your son again.
You'd best remember fast.
For heaven's sake, you're posing
as a journalist, ask some bloody
questions.
General Winter will
see you two ladies now.
CRY OF SEAGULLS
It was cold blooded murder.
Murder of an accountant.
Your husband told
Jacobs to fix the situation.
So you knew?
As a politician, I need
to maintain a certain distance.
This won't be won by talk alone, nor
will it be won solely by violence.
The two go side by
side, but not hand in hand.
Frankly Senator,
that sounds like hypocrisy.
Ah, it's how the world works,
Connie, it's how the Brits are
playing it, and right now
our side, your side, needs talkers.
So I sent a wire to the President's
office, recommending that they
create a role of Irish
representative to Washington.
To keep the President informed
of true conditions here, not just
how the British are presenting it.
Well I'm sure you'll be
the ideal candidate for it.
I suggested you.
Me?
Just how ambitious are you, Connie?
You've got the talent,
have you got the hunger?
So you solemnly affirm that you
have never carried messages or passed
information to or for rebels,
Volunteer Organisations, Sinn Féin,
or the outlawed Irish
Republican Government or Army?
No sir, I swear, I wouldn't.
Then what are these?
They look like library tickets, sir.
And whose name is on them?
Mine sir.
I beg your pardon?
It's my name on them,
sir, but they're not mine.
Townsend Street Library?
I don't know it.
I don't use it.
I live in Rathmines,
I use Rathmines Library.
I swear, sir.
And this book, you don't
recognise either, I suppose?
Sentimental romantic swill.
I just don't see how...
Well Miss Sweeney would you
please tell Miss Lawlor 'how'?
It's a code, isn't it?
It looks like it sir.
And this book very likely the key.
Possibly.
Have you an idea what it says?
I'd need time to work it out.
You see we've had
some information too.
It seems you have taken this book
out several times over the past few
days, Miss Lawlor.
But I told you sir...
And then a certain Mr. Kinsella
he takes the book out once you've
returned it.
Who's Kinsella?
I don't know, I swear I don't.
Miss Sweeney, you know I wouldn't...
I'm sure there is a
perfectly reasonable explanation.
You told them where
Saunders was lodging, didn't you?
No, I swear.
You were the only one who knew!
I'm going to hang you, yes I am.
You do realise that treason
is a hanging offence, Miss Lawlor?
Excuse me, sir,
I don't feel very well.
May I take a moment?
Yes.
Yes you can take a moment, but
please be aware, the guards are
going to follow you everywhere.
They're under very strict
instructions not to let you leave the
building.
Yes General Winter sir.
Let me talk to her, sir.
Crack that code
as a matter of urgency.
Yes, sir.
Are you alright.
I don't understand.
I'm sure it's just a
simple case of mistaken identity.
Maybe there's another Lily Lawlor?
But that book, I
saw you with that book.
That's what I don't understand.
It's just a coincidence.
He said hanging.
I'm not a spy, I'd never...
What was the
book about, Miss Sweeney?
It's just poetry,
it's just love poetry.
I think I should
tell him I saw you with it.
It's a very popular book.
And you asked me about
Mr. Saunders' lodgings.
I don't remember what you told me.
You remember everything.
Let me talk to him.
I love my job, Miss Sweeney, and I
thought General Winter trusted me.
He even gave me new responsibility.
Well maybe something
happened in relation to that.
And that's why he suspects you.
Maybe you made a
mistake, with this other job.
No I didn't, I swear.
I've been so careful to tell no one.
I thought General Winter asking me
to do it meant I was in line for a
promotion.
I want to be a senior grade
like you some day, Miss Sweeney.
Alright.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
I'll make sure that
your prospects aren't damaged.
If you let me help you?
Tell me what he has you do?
And then I'll try to work out
why he's so hot under the collar.
I'm good at working
things out, remember.
I'm here to see Mrs. Lyons.
Press.
I was inside.
When I heard the
gunfire I came running.
He was lying there.
And the girl had cycled off.
What girl?
The girl with the puncture.
Mr. Saunders was helping her.
This girl, what did she look like?
He'll see you now.
Don't worry.
Yes Miss Sweeney.
What boy?
Well, Miss Sweeney explained that
you were exchanging amorous messages
through the book with
this young man, Kinsella.
That you wanted to keep it secret
from your parents, so you used a
different library.
No. A boy?
What boy? I'd never...
Come Miss Lawlor,
I'm not without heart.
You're off early?
My fever's come on, sorry.
Go on, Miss Sweeney.
No point making you feel worse.
Thank you.
But it's not true.
If you tell me where we can find
this Kinsella, we can check your
story and that
will be the end of it.
But I don't know a Mr. Kinsella.
And it was Miss
Sweeney I saw with that book.
Miss Sweeney?
I didn't say it
before, but I saw her with it.
Well that's rather
convenient isn't it?
That's what she said, that it
was a coincidence, but it's true.
And she asked me
about Mr. Saunders' lodging.
What did she ask you?
What kind of place I'd found him.
And where.
I thought it was just a chat.
Captain McLeod!
Morning Barrett.
I expect you've seen the news.
Yes sir.
Sir, there are
gentlemen here to see you.
Harold Butler?
Yes?
General Winter wants a
word with you at the Castle.
I'm afraid I have meetings.
There's only one meeting
you'll be attending today.
You?
I need to talk to him, is he in?
He told you to leave us alone.
It's urgent.
I have something for
him, and the library's gone.
He'll know what I
mean if you tell him.
He's not here.
I need you to give him this.
Tell him to follow
her from the Castle.
She'll lead him to all the men
he's looking for and their lodgings.
And tell him our deal's done.
CLACK OF TYPEWRITER
I didn't hear you come in.
What's the story?
Judge shot dead on his doorstep.
What about the accountant?
British spy, we
don't report enemy losses.
I've got some good news.
We got you the interview.
With Collins?
With Mr. Collins.
Well that's great news.
You've just made
my editor very happy.
Ah, err Miss Lawlor, yes.
I err, yes owe you
something of an apology.
We'll soon have
Miss Sweeney in custody.
And err, let her
fate be a lesson to you.
I will sir.
I'd never...
No, I can see you'd never be
capable of Miss Sweeney's level of
deception.
Yes sir.
Well, feel free to
carry on with your duties.
Thank you sir.
I'm so sorry, please excuse me.
Urs, what is it?
Has something happened?
They know.
Who?
The Castle.
Oh God.
About Tomás too?
I don't think so.
Tá an cúirt I mbun seisiún.
I need your help, I need to get him.
Excuse me.
Come on.
Mrs. Moore?
Mr. Butler...
I'm a bank manager, what are you
doing arresting me like a common
criminal?
It's an outrage.
Now I told your man, I
demand to see my solicitor.
Well, that's not going to happen.
Your superior, then.
I am General Winter,
Mr. Butler, I am the superior.
You're General Winter?
What do you want from me then?
You were acquainted with
Mr. Albert Saunders, I believe?
Saunders? Yes.
I'd heard something
about his, his demise.
He was a close
personal friend, Butler.
Was he? Well it is very sad.
Although to say I was
acquainted's a bit strong.
I barely met the man.
And while I understand you were
friends, I can't see what it's to do
with you, he told us he
worked for the Inland Revenue.
Do we appear to you as imbeciles
Mr. Butler, because I know I speak
for Captain McLeod when I say we
would thank you not to treat us as
such.
Now I know Mr. Saunders called an
extraordinary meeting of your board
the day he was murdered.
Yes.
He feared we were insolvent.
I disagreed.
I also know he demanded to know
the true identities of a number of
borrowers to whom you
had extended large loans.
Well there is such a thing
as banker/client confidentiality.
Um, no.
There's no such thing
in here, with us, Mr. Butler.
Well I can't...
I refuse to speak.
What about a solicitor then?
What about one?
What are you looking for?
Your father's old service pistol.
Why?
We're going to get
Tomás, they're on to her.
Where is she?
Out in the car.
I'll take her.
I got her into this.
No, just get me the gun!
She's my sister.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Brogan in?
Beyond.
He's busy.
I don't care.
With Mr. Jacobs.
We were just talking about you.
Take a seat.
You've obviously something on your
mind, do you want to spit it out?
I just saw you with McLeod.
Captain McLeod?
So you did.
We all have our contacts.
I didn't know he was one of yours.
Not everyone wants it
known that they're talking to us.
You haven't turned him?
I'm not so foolish
to think that I have.
But his information,
when he gives it, is reliable.
What were you talking to him about?
Your brother, Patrick.
What's he got to do with it?
He's been taken hostage.
North Cork IRA.
A local flying column commander,
called Maloney, wants to trade him
for IRA men in Cork Gaol.
I only risked meeting McLeod for
you, Jim, to see if the Brits would
agree to the deal.
And?
No dice.
If it means losing face
they don't care about their men.
And if you want to know everything,
that's why I sent for Mr. Jacobs.
Maloney's given them till midnight.
Where are they?
Gurrane Woods.
Would they listen to me?
They might.
It's worth a shot.
I'll make the evening train.
I'll send them word he's coming.
Why?
So they're expecting you.
So they don't do anything else.
You just said we'd till midnight!
Yeah, we do.
According to Maloney.
If he can be trusted.
Better get word to him then.
That's yours.
You're here, good.
Is everything alright?
Can I have a word?
Outside.
You saw him with McLeod?
He didn't even ask
me how come I'd seen him.
Brogan's been
playing us, I'm sure of it.
That's what he says about you.
I fed your name to McLeod.
In prison.
I wanted to see if it was true.
What?
If you were the rat.
Jesus, Joey.
He said you weren't.
So it is Frank.
He's ordered jobs...
The one at the bakery? Useless jobs.
He's saved Mick
Collins from the Auxies.
Probably a set up with
McLeod, so no one doubts him.
I need you to go to the tailor.
Get this paper to Mick Collins.
Why?
Because this thing in
Cork, with Patrick, it's a trap.
Brogan's far too keen
to let them know I'm coming.
Well don't go then.
Patrick's my brother.
And if I don't go, Brogan will
twist it like I'm the informer.
Tell them, please.
Goddamn you Finlay.
BANGING ON DOOR
Hello?
I've got something to say to you.
My brother's Jimmy Mahon.
Dublin IRA, he was out in '16.
Yeah?
I believe he's held in
some regard in your circles.
We've been told who he is.
You have?
So he'll vouch for me, for us.
He can do it in person.
We're expecting him.
Here.
Someone at this address
will tell you where he is.
Or take you to
someone who'll tell you.
Of course, better get to work.
Got your notepad and pen?
You owe me one.
I won't be long.
Guard!
Get me some food,
and something to drink!
I want to talk to General Winter.
There she is.
What do you want?
You told us to keep
away, and we have done.
Patrick's been captured,
the police say it was the IRA.
Is Jimmy here?
No.
Where is he?
Don't know.
Please, just get word to him.
Whatever their differences,
Patrick is still his brother.
If not for me,
then think of your cousins.
He's gone to Cork to try and get him.
I just hope nothing happens
to him trying to save your husband.
Thank you, thank you for telling me.
Is he coming?
If you mean Christ our Lord,
I fear he's forgotten about us.
If you mean my brother,
then yes, he's on his way.
Did you ever think you'd be
glad to see an IRA man, Finlay?
I won't be seeing him.
You will.
I won't.
Then why?
So they'd spare you.
Jesus, Finlay.
If I'd a brother, whose mercy I
could call on now, I'd sure as hell
call on it, no matter what.
You shouldn't speak, rest.
I'm sorry, Senator, we're having
difficulty tracking your Consul down.
I told you, you don't need the
consul, I'm on a diplomatic mission.
I have diplomatic immunity.
Now give me back my
papers and release me.
But I'm afraid you're not on
a diplomatic mission, officially.
A 'fact finding' mission I
seem to remember you calling it.
For the goddam President of America!
And that is why we're trying
to locate the American consul.
If he'll confirm your mission has
diplomatic status, we will gladly
release you.
And my papers, they're
strictly confidential.
I know.
General Winter has
put them in the Castle safe.
CLACK OF TYPEWRITERS
Oh yuh.
Yup.
Good, good, well
add him to the list.
How much longer do you need O?
At least an hour.
The bastard's got every
last scrap on the organisation.
He must have been carrying
it back to DeValera in the US.
Mr. Sturgis, the
American Consul is here.
Have them put him in the
Blue Room, and offer him a drink.
Yes sir.
Thirty minutes maximum, O.
Well, chop chop everyone.
We have 30 minutes in which
to sift and copy all of this.
Another address,
might be a safe house.
Well in that case go
make it unsafe, Captain McLeod.
Sir.
SOUND OF RUNNING WATER
This is it.
Gun?
What do we do now?
Get my child back.
KNOCK ON DOOR
What do you want?
Did he send word?
Who?
Mr. Kinsella.
No.
You're to hand Tomás over to me.
I'm meant to hear that
from Mr. Kinsella himself.
Call the girl.
Tell her to bring my son out to me.
LOUD CLICK
Molly!
New target?
Maurice Jacobs.
Papers link him to Collins.
He's been spotted at Kidds Back Bar.
Right, we'll take him.
No.
We need him back
here in one piece, Captain.
So explain.
What?
These are interesting times,
and interesting times create
interesting opportunities.
And what opportunities
do you wish to take?
Oh, I'm sure there'll be many when
it comes to building a new State.
Don't move, this is a raid!
Put your hands in the air.
I need you to get me out of here.
Everyone stay where they are.
Evening gentlemen.
Can I help?
Over there, follow him.
Sit down!
This way!
We'll need four for
that one, and six for that one.
You'll have to call up extra
volunteers, but have a squad man lead
each team.
Yes sir.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
They're onto us,
they're all over town, raiding.
I just about got away from Kidd's.
No house is safe.
We've got to get out of here, now!
You got that written up?
Yeah I have them here.
Get the mobilization
orders out tonight.
Every available volunteer.
Yes sir.
Paper.
CLICK OF GUN
Woah.
Gurrane woods.
Much obliged.
What's that?
Something over there.
Is that you Jimmy Mahon?
Where are you Mahon?
Jimmy, if that's you, look out!
Shut him up.
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT AND LOUD CRY
LOUD THUD
Out.
Where are you
Mahon, you dirty snake?
Show yourself you bastard,
or I'll shoot your brother.
It's a set up, Maloney.
Brogan's the rat.
He said you'd say that.
Let my brother go, and
you'll walk away from here.
GUNSHOT
Jimmy!
GUNSHOT
Thanks for the warning.
Y'alright?
What the hell's going on?
I thought these
bastards were on your side.
What are you doing now?
Give me your
jacket and your dogtags.
Why?
I'm going to make it look
like it was you lying here.
And that it was your
friend who did all of this.
Then you need to get as far away
from here, from Ireland as possible.
The hell I am, I'm going to
go to the nearest RIC station.
If IRA think you did
this, they'll be after you.
And your family too.
And if they think you did it?
Likewise, this is
how it's going to be, Pat.
It doesn't have to be forever.
I'm sorry, it's the
best I can do for you.
Get out, I have
to blow his face off.
GUNSHOTS
You've won, haven't you?
The country I mean.
It's yours.
We're still brothers.
Always will be.
Well?
All set.
Good man.
The others?
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
Sunday, the one day the Irish
man gets up before the English man.
We hope.
You and the boys
best go take communion.
You'll need all the help you can get.
Yes sir.
And Joey? Saor Sinn.
Saor Sinn, Mr. Collins, Amen.
SOUND OF ORGAN PLAYING
Misereatur tui omnipotens
Deus, et dimissis peccatis tuis,
perducat te ad vitam aeternam, Amen.
Corpus Christi.
KNOCK ON DOOR
KNOCK ON DOOR
Your sins are forgiven
my son, go do your duty.
KNOCK ON DOOR
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT
SCREAM AND GUNSHOT
KNOCK ON DOOR
Captain McLeod?
No one here by that name.
I told you, you'll
find no one here by that name.
Sit down.
Well, what do you want?
What do you think?
Get out.
Keep watch.
Now you're going to tell me if
Frank Brogan is working for you lot?
Why would I do that?
Looks like you're
going to kill me anyway.
Because if you don't, I'm
going to kill your wife as well.
Yes, yes he is.
Thank you.
GUNSHOT
You bastard.
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
What about that kiss you promised me?
What one?
This one.
This way please.
Get back, arms out.
Move on.
Move on.
Best get yourself home.
Town will be crawling with police.
What about you?
They know my face.
They'll be looking for me.
I'm going back inside.
Confess my sins
till the heat dies down.
How many?
Twenty attacks, even more.
Twelve confirmed dead so far.
Tell Captain McLeod I want
every suspected safe house in the
Senator's papers raided.
Yes?
Bring in anyone they find there.
Captain McLeod...
What?
He was shot.
And his wife.
I'm sorry sir.
I'm happy to stand
in for him, any way I can.
I've already asked the army for
extra security at train stations and
ports.
And to provide road check points.
There's a Gaelic
football match this afternoon.
Should I issue orders cancelling it?
Yes -- no.
I'll deal with it later.
McLeod's informer, this
Wolfhound, you find him, yes?
I want to see him
in here this morning, go!
What is it?
Soldiers.
Road block.
Tomás?
Do you want to play a little game?
Good morning, Ma'am.
Good morning.
Is there trouble?
Do you have any identifying papers?
Passport.
Where are you coming from?
Limerick.
I'm going to Queenstown.
Lady there travelling on her
own from Limerick to Queenstown.
Come on.
You were ages, Auntie Agnes!
I was indeed, well done Tomás.
What kept you?
I think they're looking for you.
How do you know?
That's why they held me.
A woman travelling on her own.
There'll be police
all over the port.
We need to come up with a new plan.
I'm sorry.
Is that the list?
Were they all...
My men, yes.
Who?
Miss Sweeney.
I really am very sorry, O.
I spoke to the Prime Minister.
And?
He said they were soldiers,
and they took a soldier's risk.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes.
That journalist is here.
Lennox?
Yes.
Show him in.
Well, I should probably be leaving.
You heard.
And did they come for you?
No, but your raids last
night put the frighteners on them.
I had Collins lined up in my sights,
but he missed his appointment.
It appears he had
other things on his mind.
Look if they didn't come for you it
means your cover's not blown, so I
want you to get back out there
and nail that bastard to the cross.
You're still here.
Twelve confirmed dead so far.
Of course the Castle
are denying any were spies.
Just British soldiers living under
assumed names at secret addresses!
Here's their statement for
what it's worth, which is nothing.
What is it Eithne?
We left ourselves wide open.
What are we going to do about it?
Tell him the interview's back on.
KLAXON SOUNDS
All citizens without
urgent business, stay indoors.
Now, off you go.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Have the police been yet?
No.
What's happened to Patrick?
They'll be here
soon, I don't have long.
They're going to
tell you that he's dead.
They're going to
tell you that he was shot.
And you need to
let on to believe them.
Go along with it.
Bury the body.
Weep over the grave.
But I promise you, Nora,
it won't be him in the box.
Where is he?
I don't know, but he's safe.
This will tide you
over until it's all sorted.
No one's safe now, are they?
I'll slip out the back.
BANGING
Hey, open up, I said.
I've given you what you
wanted, I demand to be let go.
I didn't know, I swear General
Winter, they kept me in the dark.
Which means they're onto you too.
Captain McLeod promised me he'd
arrange safe passage for me and my
family, if my cover was blown.
Captain McLeod is dead, Mr. Brogan.
You answer to me now.
SOUNDS OF BEATINGS
These men were arrested last
night, at locations listed in
communications found in
Senator Shea's possession.
Please confirm
their identities for me.
Well, they seem to
recognise you, Brogan!
Dick McKee.
Richard McKee.
Brigadier of the IRA Dublin Brigade.
Member of Collins' squad?
Founder member.
Peadar Clancy, second in command
IRA Dublin Brigade, squad member.
And our young friend?
I don't know him.
I swear I don't.
Please, I'm innocent.
Take them outside.
Come on.
Move it.
Fire!
GUNFIRE
You still here?
Yes, they must have made a mistake.
Brogan, do you know this man?
No.
Guard, would you
please get rid of Mr. Butler.
I really don't
want to see him again.
No, please don't.
Don't shoot me.
I beg you.
I told you everything I know.
I'll give you anything you want.
Money?
Do you want money?
I own a bank, no.
Please!!
I've done what you
wanted, now I need to get...
No.
You're going nowhere until
those who did this to me are dead.
Jimmy Mahon was taken care
of, Guranne Woods, last night.
Oh, there was a body was found,
but it was Patrick not Jimmy Mahon.
So you find him, and you kill him.
And Ursula Sweeney, his
informer, I want that woman dead.
This match, take a
few units down there.
Show the public who's in control.
When I shoot my way out of
here, I'm going to kill you first.
Look after yourself.
Yeah.
There is no place for you here now.
What in heaven's name is going on?
LOUD SLAP
GUNFIRE AND SCREAMS
I'm sorry sir, but
they found Miss Sweeney.
So what's it to be?
Are you with me?
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And why would we do that?
To fit the story you made up.
It's only a loan,
which you will repay.
I understand you're in
need of some assistance.
GUNSHOT
Hello Tomás.
Do you remember me?
Bastards!
Murdering Paddy bastards!
You have local knowledge.
And you have my trust.
Winter's got an informer.
The Wolfhound.
Frank told me.
He told me he thought it was you.
VOLLEY OF GUNSHOTS
It was a trap.
It was a trap for me.
You give me what I need or you're
never going to see your son again.
You'd best remember fast.
For heaven's sake, you're posing
as a journalist, ask some bloody
questions.
General Winter will
see you two ladies now.
CRY OF SEAGULLS
It was cold blooded murder.
Murder of an accountant.
Your husband told
Jacobs to fix the situation.
So you knew?
As a politician, I need
to maintain a certain distance.
This won't be won by talk alone, nor
will it be won solely by violence.
The two go side by
side, but not hand in hand.
Frankly Senator,
that sounds like hypocrisy.
Ah, it's how the world works,
Connie, it's how the Brits are
playing it, and right now
our side, your side, needs talkers.
So I sent a wire to the President's
office, recommending that they
create a role of Irish
representative to Washington.
To keep the President informed
of true conditions here, not just
how the British are presenting it.
Well I'm sure you'll be
the ideal candidate for it.
I suggested you.
Me?
Just how ambitious are you, Connie?
You've got the talent,
have you got the hunger?
So you solemnly affirm that you
have never carried messages or passed
information to or for rebels,
Volunteer Organisations, Sinn Féin,
or the outlawed Irish
Republican Government or Army?
No sir, I swear, I wouldn't.
Then what are these?
They look like library tickets, sir.
And whose name is on them?
Mine sir.
I beg your pardon?
It's my name on them,
sir, but they're not mine.
Townsend Street Library?
I don't know it.
I don't use it.
I live in Rathmines,
I use Rathmines Library.
I swear, sir.
And this book, you don't
recognise either, I suppose?
Sentimental romantic swill.
I just don't see how...
Well Miss Sweeney would you
please tell Miss Lawlor 'how'?
It's a code, isn't it?
It looks like it sir.
And this book very likely the key.
Possibly.
Have you an idea what it says?
I'd need time to work it out.
You see we've had
some information too.
It seems you have taken this book
out several times over the past few
days, Miss Lawlor.
But I told you sir...
And then a certain Mr. Kinsella
he takes the book out once you've
returned it.
Who's Kinsella?
I don't know, I swear I don't.
Miss Sweeney, you know I wouldn't...
I'm sure there is a
perfectly reasonable explanation.
You told them where
Saunders was lodging, didn't you?
No, I swear.
You were the only one who knew!
I'm going to hang you, yes I am.
You do realise that treason
is a hanging offence, Miss Lawlor?
Excuse me, sir,
I don't feel very well.
May I take a moment?
Yes.
Yes you can take a moment, but
please be aware, the guards are
going to follow you everywhere.
They're under very strict
instructions not to let you leave the
building.
Yes General Winter sir.
Let me talk to her, sir.
Crack that code
as a matter of urgency.
Yes, sir.
Are you alright.
I don't understand.
I'm sure it's just a
simple case of mistaken identity.
Maybe there's another Lily Lawlor?
But that book, I
saw you with that book.
That's what I don't understand.
It's just a coincidence.
He said hanging.
I'm not a spy, I'd never...
What was the
book about, Miss Sweeney?
It's just poetry,
it's just love poetry.
I think I should
tell him I saw you with it.
It's a very popular book.
And you asked me about
Mr. Saunders' lodgings.
I don't remember what you told me.
You remember everything.
Let me talk to him.
I love my job, Miss Sweeney, and I
thought General Winter trusted me.
He even gave me new responsibility.
Well maybe something
happened in relation to that.
And that's why he suspects you.
Maybe you made a
mistake, with this other job.
No I didn't, I swear.
I've been so careful to tell no one.
I thought General Winter asking me
to do it meant I was in line for a
promotion.
I want to be a senior grade
like you some day, Miss Sweeney.
Alright.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
I'll make sure that
your prospects aren't damaged.
If you let me help you?
Tell me what he has you do?
And then I'll try to work out
why he's so hot under the collar.
I'm good at working
things out, remember.
I'm here to see Mrs. Lyons.
Press.
I was inside.
When I heard the
gunfire I came running.
He was lying there.
And the girl had cycled off.
What girl?
The girl with the puncture.
Mr. Saunders was helping her.
This girl, what did she look like?
He'll see you now.
Don't worry.
Yes Miss Sweeney.
What boy?
Well, Miss Sweeney explained that
you were exchanging amorous messages
through the book with
this young man, Kinsella.
That you wanted to keep it secret
from your parents, so you used a
different library.
No. A boy?
What boy? I'd never...
Come Miss Lawlor,
I'm not without heart.
You're off early?
My fever's come on, sorry.
Go on, Miss Sweeney.
No point making you feel worse.
Thank you.
But it's not true.
If you tell me where we can find
this Kinsella, we can check your
story and that
will be the end of it.
But I don't know a Mr. Kinsella.
And it was Miss
Sweeney I saw with that book.
Miss Sweeney?
I didn't say it
before, but I saw her with it.
Well that's rather
convenient isn't it?
That's what she said, that it
was a coincidence, but it's true.
And she asked me
about Mr. Saunders' lodging.
What did she ask you?
What kind of place I'd found him.
And where.
I thought it was just a chat.
Captain McLeod!
Morning Barrett.
I expect you've seen the news.
Yes sir.
Sir, there are
gentlemen here to see you.
Harold Butler?
Yes?
General Winter wants a
word with you at the Castle.
I'm afraid I have meetings.
There's only one meeting
you'll be attending today.
You?
I need to talk to him, is he in?
He told you to leave us alone.
It's urgent.
I have something for
him, and the library's gone.
He'll know what I
mean if you tell him.
He's not here.
I need you to give him this.
Tell him to follow
her from the Castle.
She'll lead him to all the men
he's looking for and their lodgings.
And tell him our deal's done.
CLACK OF TYPEWRITER
I didn't hear you come in.
What's the story?
Judge shot dead on his doorstep.
What about the accountant?
British spy, we
don't report enemy losses.
I've got some good news.
We got you the interview.
With Collins?
With Mr. Collins.
Well that's great news.
You've just made
my editor very happy.
Ah, err Miss Lawlor, yes.
I err, yes owe you
something of an apology.
We'll soon have
Miss Sweeney in custody.
And err, let her
fate be a lesson to you.
I will sir.
I'd never...
No, I can see you'd never be
capable of Miss Sweeney's level of
deception.
Yes sir.
Well, feel free to
carry on with your duties.
Thank you sir.
I'm so sorry, please excuse me.
Urs, what is it?
Has something happened?
They know.
Who?
The Castle.
Oh God.
About Tomás too?
I don't think so.
Tá an cúirt I mbun seisiún.
I need your help, I need to get him.
Excuse me.
Come on.
Mrs. Moore?
Mr. Butler...
I'm a bank manager, what are you
doing arresting me like a common
criminal?
It's an outrage.
Now I told your man, I
demand to see my solicitor.
Well, that's not going to happen.
Your superior, then.
I am General Winter,
Mr. Butler, I am the superior.
You're General Winter?
What do you want from me then?
You were acquainted with
Mr. Albert Saunders, I believe?
Saunders? Yes.
I'd heard something
about his, his demise.
He was a close
personal friend, Butler.
Was he? Well it is very sad.
Although to say I was
acquainted's a bit strong.
I barely met the man.
And while I understand you were
friends, I can't see what it's to do
with you, he told us he
worked for the Inland Revenue.
Do we appear to you as imbeciles
Mr. Butler, because I know I speak
for Captain McLeod when I say we
would thank you not to treat us as
such.
Now I know Mr. Saunders called an
extraordinary meeting of your board
the day he was murdered.
Yes.
He feared we were insolvent.
I disagreed.
I also know he demanded to know
the true identities of a number of
borrowers to whom you
had extended large loans.
Well there is such a thing
as banker/client confidentiality.
Um, no.
There's no such thing
in here, with us, Mr. Butler.
Well I can't...
I refuse to speak.
What about a solicitor then?
What about one?
What are you looking for?
Your father's old service pistol.
Why?
We're going to get
Tomás, they're on to her.
Where is she?
Out in the car.
I'll take her.
I got her into this.
No, just get me the gun!
She's my sister.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Brogan in?
Beyond.
He's busy.
I don't care.
With Mr. Jacobs.
We were just talking about you.
Take a seat.
You've obviously something on your
mind, do you want to spit it out?
I just saw you with McLeod.
Captain McLeod?
So you did.
We all have our contacts.
I didn't know he was one of yours.
Not everyone wants it
known that they're talking to us.
You haven't turned him?
I'm not so foolish
to think that I have.
But his information,
when he gives it, is reliable.
What were you talking to him about?
Your brother, Patrick.
What's he got to do with it?
He's been taken hostage.
North Cork IRA.
A local flying column commander,
called Maloney, wants to trade him
for IRA men in Cork Gaol.
I only risked meeting McLeod for
you, Jim, to see if the Brits would
agree to the deal.
And?
No dice.
If it means losing face
they don't care about their men.
And if you want to know everything,
that's why I sent for Mr. Jacobs.
Maloney's given them till midnight.
Where are they?
Gurrane Woods.
Would they listen to me?
They might.
It's worth a shot.
I'll make the evening train.
I'll send them word he's coming.
Why?
So they're expecting you.
So they don't do anything else.
You just said we'd till midnight!
Yeah, we do.
According to Maloney.
If he can be trusted.
Better get word to him then.
That's yours.
You're here, good.
Is everything alright?
Can I have a word?
Outside.
You saw him with McLeod?
He didn't even ask
me how come I'd seen him.
Brogan's been
playing us, I'm sure of it.
That's what he says about you.
I fed your name to McLeod.
In prison.
I wanted to see if it was true.
What?
If you were the rat.
Jesus, Joey.
He said you weren't.
So it is Frank.
He's ordered jobs...
The one at the bakery? Useless jobs.
He's saved Mick
Collins from the Auxies.
Probably a set up with
McLeod, so no one doubts him.
I need you to go to the tailor.
Get this paper to Mick Collins.
Why?
Because this thing in
Cork, with Patrick, it's a trap.
Brogan's far too keen
to let them know I'm coming.
Well don't go then.
Patrick's my brother.
And if I don't go, Brogan will
twist it like I'm the informer.
Tell them, please.
Goddamn you Finlay.
BANGING ON DOOR
Hello?
I've got something to say to you.
My brother's Jimmy Mahon.
Dublin IRA, he was out in '16.
Yeah?
I believe he's held in
some regard in your circles.
We've been told who he is.
You have?
So he'll vouch for me, for us.
He can do it in person.
We're expecting him.
Here.
Someone at this address
will tell you where he is.
Or take you to
someone who'll tell you.
Of course, better get to work.
Got your notepad and pen?
You owe me one.
I won't be long.
Guard!
Get me some food,
and something to drink!
I want to talk to General Winter.
There she is.
What do you want?
You told us to keep
away, and we have done.
Patrick's been captured,
the police say it was the IRA.
Is Jimmy here?
No.
Where is he?
Don't know.
Please, just get word to him.
Whatever their differences,
Patrick is still his brother.
If not for me,
then think of your cousins.
He's gone to Cork to try and get him.
I just hope nothing happens
to him trying to save your husband.
Thank you, thank you for telling me.
Is he coming?
If you mean Christ our Lord,
I fear he's forgotten about us.
If you mean my brother,
then yes, he's on his way.
Did you ever think you'd be
glad to see an IRA man, Finlay?
I won't be seeing him.
You will.
I won't.
Then why?
So they'd spare you.
Jesus, Finlay.
If I'd a brother, whose mercy I
could call on now, I'd sure as hell
call on it, no matter what.
You shouldn't speak, rest.
I'm sorry, Senator, we're having
difficulty tracking your Consul down.
I told you, you don't need the
consul, I'm on a diplomatic mission.
I have diplomatic immunity.
Now give me back my
papers and release me.
But I'm afraid you're not on
a diplomatic mission, officially.
A 'fact finding' mission I
seem to remember you calling it.
For the goddam President of America!
And that is why we're trying
to locate the American consul.
If he'll confirm your mission has
diplomatic status, we will gladly
release you.
And my papers, they're
strictly confidential.
I know.
General Winter has
put them in the Castle safe.
CLACK OF TYPEWRITERS
Oh yuh.
Yup.
Good, good, well
add him to the list.
How much longer do you need O?
At least an hour.
The bastard's got every
last scrap on the organisation.
He must have been carrying
it back to DeValera in the US.
Mr. Sturgis, the
American Consul is here.
Have them put him in the
Blue Room, and offer him a drink.
Yes sir.
Thirty minutes maximum, O.
Well, chop chop everyone.
We have 30 minutes in which
to sift and copy all of this.
Another address,
might be a safe house.
Well in that case go
make it unsafe, Captain McLeod.
Sir.
SOUND OF RUNNING WATER
This is it.
Gun?
What do we do now?
Get my child back.
KNOCK ON DOOR
What do you want?
Did he send word?
Who?
Mr. Kinsella.
No.
You're to hand Tomás over to me.
I'm meant to hear that
from Mr. Kinsella himself.
Call the girl.
Tell her to bring my son out to me.
LOUD CLICK
Molly!
New target?
Maurice Jacobs.
Papers link him to Collins.
He's been spotted at Kidds Back Bar.
Right, we'll take him.
No.
We need him back
here in one piece, Captain.
So explain.
What?
These are interesting times,
and interesting times create
interesting opportunities.
And what opportunities
do you wish to take?
Oh, I'm sure there'll be many when
it comes to building a new State.
Don't move, this is a raid!
Put your hands in the air.
I need you to get me out of here.
Everyone stay where they are.
Evening gentlemen.
Can I help?
Over there, follow him.
Sit down!
This way!
We'll need four for
that one, and six for that one.
You'll have to call up extra
volunteers, but have a squad man lead
each team.
Yes sir.
KNOCKING ON DOOR
They're onto us,
they're all over town, raiding.
I just about got away from Kidd's.
No house is safe.
We've got to get out of here, now!
You got that written up?
Yeah I have them here.
Get the mobilization
orders out tonight.
Every available volunteer.
Yes sir.
Paper.
CLICK OF GUN
Woah.
Gurrane woods.
Much obliged.
What's that?
Something over there.
Is that you Jimmy Mahon?
Where are you Mahon?
Jimmy, if that's you, look out!
Shut him up.
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT AND LOUD CRY
LOUD THUD
Out.
Where are you
Mahon, you dirty snake?
Show yourself you bastard,
or I'll shoot your brother.
It's a set up, Maloney.
Brogan's the rat.
He said you'd say that.
Let my brother go, and
you'll walk away from here.
GUNSHOT
Jimmy!
GUNSHOT
Thanks for the warning.
Y'alright?
What the hell's going on?
I thought these
bastards were on your side.
What are you doing now?
Give me your
jacket and your dogtags.
Why?
I'm going to make it look
like it was you lying here.
And that it was your
friend who did all of this.
Then you need to get as far away
from here, from Ireland as possible.
The hell I am, I'm going to
go to the nearest RIC station.
If IRA think you did
this, they'll be after you.
And your family too.
And if they think you did it?
Likewise, this is
how it's going to be, Pat.
It doesn't have to be forever.
I'm sorry, it's the
best I can do for you.
Get out, I have
to blow his face off.
GUNSHOTS
You've won, haven't you?
The country I mean.
It's yours.
We're still brothers.
Always will be.
Well?
All set.
Good man.
The others?
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
Sunday, the one day the Irish
man gets up before the English man.
We hope.
You and the boys
best go take communion.
You'll need all the help you can get.
Yes sir.
And Joey? Saor Sinn.
Saor Sinn, Mr. Collins, Amen.
SOUND OF ORGAN PLAYING
Misereatur tui omnipotens
Deus, et dimissis peccatis tuis,
perducat te ad vitam aeternam, Amen.
Corpus Christi.
KNOCK ON DOOR
KNOCK ON DOOR
Your sins are forgiven
my son, go do your duty.
KNOCK ON DOOR
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT
SCREAM AND GUNSHOT
KNOCK ON DOOR
Captain McLeod?
No one here by that name.
I told you, you'll
find no one here by that name.
Sit down.
Well, what do you want?
What do you think?
Get out.
Keep watch.
Now you're going to tell me if
Frank Brogan is working for you lot?
Why would I do that?
Looks like you're
going to kill me anyway.
Because if you don't, I'm
going to kill your wife as well.
Yes, yes he is.
Thank you.
GUNSHOT
You bastard.
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT
CHURCH BELL TOLLS
What about that kiss you promised me?
What one?
This one.
This way please.
Get back, arms out.
Move on.
Move on.
Best get yourself home.
Town will be crawling with police.
What about you?
They know my face.
They'll be looking for me.
I'm going back inside.
Confess my sins
till the heat dies down.
How many?
Twenty attacks, even more.
Twelve confirmed dead so far.
Tell Captain McLeod I want
every suspected safe house in the
Senator's papers raided.
Yes?
Bring in anyone they find there.
Captain McLeod...
What?
He was shot.
And his wife.
I'm sorry sir.
I'm happy to stand
in for him, any way I can.
I've already asked the army for
extra security at train stations and
ports.
And to provide road check points.
There's a Gaelic
football match this afternoon.
Should I issue orders cancelling it?
Yes -- no.
I'll deal with it later.
McLeod's informer, this
Wolfhound, you find him, yes?
I want to see him
in here this morning, go!
What is it?
Soldiers.
Road block.
Tomás?
Do you want to play a little game?
Good morning, Ma'am.
Good morning.
Is there trouble?
Do you have any identifying papers?
Passport.
Where are you coming from?
Limerick.
I'm going to Queenstown.
Lady there travelling on her
own from Limerick to Queenstown.
Come on.
You were ages, Auntie Agnes!
I was indeed, well done Tomás.
What kept you?
I think they're looking for you.
How do you know?
That's why they held me.
A woman travelling on her own.
There'll be police
all over the port.
We need to come up with a new plan.
I'm sorry.
Is that the list?
Were they all...
My men, yes.
Who?
Miss Sweeney.
I really am very sorry, O.
I spoke to the Prime Minister.
And?
He said they were soldiers,
and they took a soldier's risk.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Yes.
That journalist is here.
Lennox?
Yes.
Show him in.
Well, I should probably be leaving.
You heard.
And did they come for you?
No, but your raids last
night put the frighteners on them.
I had Collins lined up in my sights,
but he missed his appointment.
It appears he had
other things on his mind.
Look if they didn't come for you it
means your cover's not blown, so I
want you to get back out there
and nail that bastard to the cross.
You're still here.
Twelve confirmed dead so far.
Of course the Castle
are denying any were spies.
Just British soldiers living under
assumed names at secret addresses!
Here's their statement for
what it's worth, which is nothing.
What is it Eithne?
We left ourselves wide open.
What are we going to do about it?
Tell him the interview's back on.
KLAXON SOUNDS
All citizens without
urgent business, stay indoors.
Now, off you go.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Have the police been yet?
No.
What's happened to Patrick?
They'll be here
soon, I don't have long.
They're going to
tell you that he's dead.
They're going to
tell you that he was shot.
And you need to
let on to believe them.
Go along with it.
Bury the body.
Weep over the grave.
But I promise you, Nora,
it won't be him in the box.
Where is he?
I don't know, but he's safe.
This will tide you
over until it's all sorted.
No one's safe now, are they?
I'll slip out the back.
BANGING
Hey, open up, I said.
I've given you what you
wanted, I demand to be let go.
I didn't know, I swear General
Winter, they kept me in the dark.
Which means they're onto you too.
Captain McLeod promised me he'd
arrange safe passage for me and my
family, if my cover was blown.
Captain McLeod is dead, Mr. Brogan.
You answer to me now.
SOUNDS OF BEATINGS
These men were arrested last
night, at locations listed in
communications found in
Senator Shea's possession.
Please confirm
their identities for me.
Well, they seem to
recognise you, Brogan!
Dick McKee.
Richard McKee.
Brigadier of the IRA Dublin Brigade.
Member of Collins' squad?
Founder member.
Peadar Clancy, second in command
IRA Dublin Brigade, squad member.
And our young friend?
I don't know him.
I swear I don't.
Please, I'm innocent.
Take them outside.
Come on.
Move it.
Fire!
GUNFIRE
You still here?
Yes, they must have made a mistake.
Brogan, do you know this man?
No.
Guard, would you
please get rid of Mr. Butler.
I really don't
want to see him again.
No, please don't.
Don't shoot me.
I beg you.
I told you everything I know.
I'll give you anything you want.
Money?
Do you want money?
I own a bank, no.
Please!!
I've done what you
wanted, now I need to get...
No.
You're going nowhere until
those who did this to me are dead.
Jimmy Mahon was taken care
of, Guranne Woods, last night.
Oh, there was a body was found,
but it was Patrick not Jimmy Mahon.
So you find him, and you kill him.
And Ursula Sweeney, his
informer, I want that woman dead.
This match, take a
few units down there.
Show the public who's in control.
When I shoot my way out of
here, I'm going to kill you first.
Look after yourself.
Yeah.
There is no place for you here now.
What in heaven's name is going on?
LOUD SLAP
GUNFIRE AND SCREAMS
I'm sorry sir, but
they found Miss Sweeney.
So what's it to be?
Are you with me?
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