Michael Collins Page #4

---

Show him what you got from the basket.

Ta.

Come on.

God bless you, Rosie.

We've got them.

They have more experience.

You'll get only once chance.

lt's either them or us.

We hit them at daybreak.

lf you're not up to it, say so now.

l know what some of you

have been through.

There's no shame in pulling out.

Thank you.

Don't stay in your usual places...

...Vaughan's, Cleary's Pub.

lf any of us are lifted, we're dead!

Understood?

Let's go.

l got a message for you from Kitty.

-Where is she?

-Vaughan's.

Get your things, Kitty.

-Couldn't you say hello?

-Hello.

-What are you doing?

-Harry told me to look out for you.

You've heard of common courtesy?

No.

Kitty, please. You can't stay here.

-Why?

-Don't ask questions.

Come on!

lf any of our lads come in,

tell them to stay somewhere else.

-Where?

-Anywhere else! And look sharp!

Sufficient unto the day

the evil thereof, boy?

Yes, sir.

Or is it Broy?

Broy, sir.

Good night.

Stay on him.

You're hurting me.

l said, you're hurting me!

Kitty, please.

Please.

The Gresham.

Can't tell you...no, everything's fine.

Call me if anything's up.

Come in!

Where will you have it, Mr. Grace?

Here.

-Ta.

-Thank you.

l'm going, Mick.

You can't!

Why do you think l brought you here?

l don't know why!

Vaughan's isn't safe.

Not tonight.

Sweet mother of God!

What was on the paper, Paddy?

Words.

Just words.

What's happening tonight?

You don't want to know.

Am l allowed to guess?

Heard from Harry?

Yes.

He wrote.

He always writes.

When you both came to Granard

the first time, you....

But he was the one that wrote.

Why was that, Mick?

He's the writing type, Harry.

What type are you?

Let me go!

l know exactly where l'm going!

l can walk!

l can walk!

Promise me something, Kitty.

Anything.

Promise me you'll never care about me.

Please.

l promise.

That's the trouble with the lrish.

They sing at the drop of a hat.

Ask them to talk and they won't.

Do what you have to do.

You've sent your boys out, haven't you?

It's written on your face.

Every step they take.

Like so many valentines.

Delivering bouquets.

Do you send a love note, Mick...

...with the flowers?

What does it say?

Do it now!

Jesus!

Come on!

Go!

lt says, 'Leave us be! '

ls that all?

Not very romantic.

Move away from her.

You could at least

spare my wife this spectacle.

Take her outside.

l'm not his bloody wife!

Say your prayers.

You know what it says, Kitty?

lt says, 'Give us the future.

We've had enough of your past.'

The Lord is my shepherd....

''Give us our country back...

''...to live in...

''...to grow in...

''...to love. ''

So there is love there, Mick.

Hang on, Rosie.

Clean sheets, l think.

Come on!

So, Mick...

...flowers delivered.

Do you think they got the message?

Any casualties?

Any casualties?

Are you deaf?

Broy.

Ned - f***ing - Broy!

What are you talking about?

Broy wasn't out.

They lifted him at Vaughan's.

What was he doing?

Oh, sweet mother of Jesus.

Can't risk it any longer, Mick.

Who'll give in first, Joe?

Us or them?

The body or the lash?

You look like a gangster!

You look like a ghost!

Welcome back, Harry!

How are you keeping?

Grand.

You're famous over there.

Where?

Over there, you thick.

So, how was America?

Great.

Dev never got to meet the President.

l didn't think he would.

How are you?

l'm grand.

Welcome back, chief.

The Big Fella sends his regards.

We'll see who is the big fella.

Apologies, gentlemen.

As you may know...

...we have had some communication

from the British side.

There is a slim possibility...

...that they might want to talk.

But our...

...tactics...

...allowed the British press

to paint us as murderers.

lf we are to negotiate

as a legitimate government...

...our armed forces must act...

...like a legitimate army.

What exactly do you mean, Dev?

l mean large-scale engagements.

You mean, like in 1916?

The great heroic ethic of failure...

...marching to slaughter.

Why don't we save them the bother

and blow our own brains out?

How dare you!

How did we get them to this point...

...to consider talking?

We brought them to their knees

the only way we could!

They call us...

...murderers.

War is murder! Sheer, bloody murder!

Had you been here the past year,

you'd know that!

l propose an assault...

...on the administrative center

of British rule in lreland:

The Customs House.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

How many lost?

Christ, not again!

The guns!

We need the guns!

Leave them!

There's nothing we can do.

There's nothing we can do.

How much longer can we hold out?

Four weeks. But keep it a secret.

As little as that?

Unless we use bows and arrows.

Don't be flippant, Michael.

We nearly lost 80 men last week, Dev.

You tell him, Harry.

He's right, chief.

l lied.

You lied? About what?

We can't hold out for another week.

Christ! Do they know that?

Nobody knows.

Mick, Dev's negotiating.

Yes, so he doesn't know either.

lt's very important he doesn't know.

The world must believe we're invincible.

Maybe then we can talk.

Jesus Christ.

Kitty's down.

So l heard.

ls she down to see you or me?

Maybe both of us.

You take her down to Kingstown.

Get some sea air.

No, why don't you take her?

No, you take her.

-No, you take her.

-No, you do.

A horse called 'lrish Republic'

ran at Donnybrook today.

What were the odds?

-50-to-1 .

-Jesus, some odds, what?

There's 100,000 Tommies here

and not 2,000 of us.

l'd say 50-to-1 is optimistic.

Optimistic or no...

...she won.

No, you're joking?

...plus the place money, 7,10.

So l won...

...33,10, thank you very much.

Let the lrish Republic buy us dinner.

l know just where to go.

Which one of you will ask me to dance?

-Me, me, me, please!

-No, l will. l will.

Heads, it's Harry. Tails, it's Mick.

-Kitty, may l have the pleasure?

-The gangster wins again.

Watch his feet, Kitty.

Shut up, you.

l shouldn't have left, should l?

Why not?

l was a length ahead.

Now where am l?

lt's not a race, Harry.

Mind telling me what it is, then?

You without him...

...him without you...

...l can't imagine it.

Three-legged race.

Mick, where the hell have you been?

For God's sake, give me one

free night to be a human being!

We looked all over! Have you heard?

No, l haven't heard!

Would the bloody lrish Republic

leave me some time off?

lt's over!

What's over?

lt's over.

They called a truce.

lt's finished?

-The whole damn thing.

-Yes.

We've won?

Lloyd George has thrown in the towel?

We've brought the British Empire

to its knees?

Yes.

Why the f*** didn't you say so?

What was that horse called?

We did it! We did it! lt's a truce!

What?

You must be joking?

No. l won't do it.

l'm not a politician.

l'm not going to London.

You're the strongest card we have.

They call me an assassin and a murderer!

Will Churchill even shake my hand?

We've broached it and had no objections.

You go, Dev.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote