My Life for Ireland Page #3

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bothered me. Now I don't mind anymore.

I don't think girls are stupid.

Patrick, you're not saying anything.

Not much to say.

I haven't met a lot of women.

Really only my grandmother.

She's got a store in America.

- She never had much time for me.

- You lost your parents early?

Yes, as soon as they arrived.

Please come by often.

I'm glad you and Michael are friends.

- Maybe we can be friends, too.

- Oh, that would be marvelous.

- Almost six. We have to go.

- What now?

- We only have to be back by supper.

- You may want to talk to your mother.

Yes, stay, Michael.

Your guardian wants to see you.

But next time,

you'll have to stay longer.

I'll see you out.

- Thank you for the afternoon.

- My pleasure, Rory. Come again.

And you, Patrick,

I'll always be happy to see you.

What's up? Why so quiet?

Didn't you like my home?

No, I enjoyed it, Michael.

The best day of my life.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Only those who understand

the deeper sense...

of the claim of English rule...

and accept it unconditionally

will have a free and easy life.

O'Brien. What's wrong?

I must have caught a cold.

Poor chap. I hope it's not serious.

If you cough one more time

during my class, I'll have to lock you up.

- Understood?

- Yes, sir.

Keep standing.

Repeat what I said

about English colonialism?

Well? Already forgotten?

I pity you.

English colonialism has always been

marked by its Christian charity.

If ruthless force had to be used then only

against immature tribes who resisted.

The measures taken were

in their own best interest.

You've memorized it well,

but you lack the faith.

Sit down.

We've already discussed

Cyprus and Malta.

Now, we come to the most

important power base-

O'Connor!

- What am I talking about?

- The English power base.

This isn't the first time

I've notice you, O'Connor.

Care to share with us

where your thoughts are?

We might all be interested.

Kennedy already whispered to you

what we're talking about...

he'll be grounded

for two Sundays for that.

What is our most important base

in Europe?

Who can tell us...

- Beverly.

- Gibraltar, of course.

Good, Beverly.

All right. Recess.

O'Connor.

The headmaster wants

to see you urgently.

Hi Patrick. Have fun.

You fools.

Something's wrong with Patrick lately.

Not only me, all the teachers

have been complaining.

Your performance has dropped,

you're scatterbrained...

and not paying attention.

- There must be a reason.

- I don't know.

You've been avoiding

your classmates recently.

- Why?

- I've always been alone.

Maybe something is wrong

with your classmates.

Something causing conflicts in you.

- If so-

- I don't know what you mean.

Of course...

I don't want to pry

into your personal affairs.

But if you ever want to talk...

you'll always find an understanding ear.

And if you need it-help.

I don't need any help.

Then pull yourself together.

I'm sick and tired

of their meetings and secrecy.

- Why is nothing happening?

- Right.

We don't we chase them away

and burn down this school.

They only want to make us English,

with top hats and hypocrisy.

- Just empty words.

- We need to act.

Quiet! I understand you.

You think I'm happy waiting here?

But I demand discipline.

Everyone can't have their own opinion.

I'm in contact with our people.

I can only say it won't be much longer.

Who of the new ones can we trust?

- Larkin.

- He seems quiet and reliable.

- I wanted to suggest him too.

- Good.

- I'll recommend Patrick O'Connor.

- What? That guy?

- You were against him too!

- Yes, but I know him better now.

- He's changed quite a bit.

- Someone's coming!

Well?

- What's this?

- My paper.

All right, all right. Educating yourself.

German music. Beethoven.

You know his Seventh?

Very good, very good.

- Did he catch on?

- No, he never does.

We can postpone

the decision on Patrick.

But one thing's clear,

I vouch for him.

I'll be. So much for Patrick

and his morals.

Michael's mother?

Very interesting.

Leaving again, Robert?

This is not a real life.

Always hunted from here to there.

Always risking your life.

Don't despair, Maeve.

You have Michael now.

Michael? Do I?

I can only see him once a week.

- I hate it.

- It won't be much longer.

When will it change?

- It will change, Maeve.

- I hope so.

It's dark now. I'll leave.

But not like this.

You have to lose the sling.

- I thank you, Maeve.

- What for?

Without you, I might not

have found the strength to carry on.

I could not have passed it on

to a better man, Robert Devoy.

- Wait, what was that?

- I'll go and see.

There is nothing.

Be careful, Maeve.

Avoid any suspicion.

You?

- How was it?

- How do you know?

I know of things in your closet

that don't belong to you.

- Do you recognize this?

- Give me the picture.

I don't want it. I found it on the

floor.

I only picked it up. If you scream

like that, you'll wake up everyone.

- Will you tell Michael?

- Why would you think that?

I am your friend.

- I could never face him again if-

- Don't worry about it.

There's nothing wrong.

Women are like that. I know.

They like handsome young men like you.

And I, too, have-

Shut up! It's not like that.

She doesn't know I love her.

I don't understand.

Why all that fuss? Tell me.

Henry, what would you do...

with a woman you worshipped?

- If she were with another-

- Go on.

What's up?

What does the old owl want?

He's looking for Henry and Patrick.

They're next door.

Patrick and Henry?

- What if he is Michael's guardian?

- Guardian?

What would he do in her bedroom?

But we could find out.

What did he look like?

Medium height, broad shoulders...

dark, a beard...

and he had his arm in a sling.

A sling?

That's great.

Man, you're lucky

you told Henry Beverly.

Beverly.

What are you doing here?

O'Connor.

You are dressed

in the middle of the night. Why?

I was hot and couldn't sleep.

- You couldn't sleep.

- He was helping me-

O'Connor, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Now, off to bed.

I have this terrible pain,

I need to see the doctor.

It's getting worse.

Can't you do something?

If you're sick,

we'll have to get you to the doctor.

Everyone back to bed!

- Well?

- No pain. I must see my uncle now.

Really? You could have told me.

That's not your area of competence,

Mr. Barrington.

- Open up in the name of the King!

- Open the door.

- Mrs. O'Brien?

- Yes, what do you want?

- You are under arrest.

- What for?

You will find out later.

I only follow my orders.

- Anyone else here?

- No one, only my servant and I.

For your sake, I hope that's true.

Search the house,

especially the bedroom.

- You'll want to get dressed.

- Yes, come, Nany.

No!

Your servant can

bring you your things.

You don't expect me,

in front of you and your men, to-

It can't be helped

unless you want to stay the way you are.

I didn't expect anything

different from you. Go, Nany.

You're in charge of the prisoner.

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