My Life for Ireland Page #5

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Mr. Devoy? I've been

looking for you for days.

What do you mean?

I'm to blame for Michael's mother

getting arrested.

I told a classmate about you.

I hated you.

You hated me? Why?

Well?

I can tell you only when we're alone.

Come. Search on the left and right.

I didn't want that to happen.

Believe me.

I believe you, Patrick.

But your mistake is grave.

Nowadays no one can follow

their feelings blindly.

Tell me what I can do.

I'll do anything.

The Secret Service assumes

you're working for them.

Yes, they want me to report back...

through a secret passageway.

A secret passageway?

Interesting.

Listen, Patrick.

I'll give you a chance.

Let them keep on believing.

Understand?

Yes, Mr. Devoy.

Open up! Now!

Who are you and what are you

doing here at this hour?

- Come down from there.

- Sergeant, we're taking inventory.

- Who's that?

- My employee, but a bit slow.

- May I ask why you are here?

- Let's move on.

Nothing.

All right, gentlemen.

- My apologies.

- You're only doing your job.

They're gone.

You passed your first test, Patrick.

- Think of it next time when it get's tough.

- I won't forget it, Mr. Devoy.

One more thing, my boy.

Our arrangement is top secret.

I won't tell anyone either.

Now you know the harm

that carelessness can cause.

Promise me.

Never a word to anyone.

Never a word to anyone.

- Patrick, I have to talk to you.

- What do you want?

- Tell me.

- What are you up to?

- Why?

- Don't avoid me.

Something's wrong.

You get time off when you want.

You're allowed to go out of uniform.

- So?

- Does this have to do with-

- Nonsense. Not at all.

- Tell me. Something's not right.

I am your friend.

Friend? I have heard that before.

And then-

Just wait and see.

Don't pay any attention to me.

I know what I have to do.

But you, Rory, promised to keep quiet.

Remember that.

Maybe I can rely on you at least.

- Michael.

- Yes, mother.

They finally let you visit me.

I was so worried about you.

Let me look at you.

You're so pale.

- You've lost weight.

- I'm all right, mother.

- But I'm missing you.

- My boy.

Your father once stood here...

and I was where you are today.

He wanted you to finish his work.

That was his final wish.

I will, mother. God willing-

- How is your friend? Patrick-

- Don't talk about people unknown.

Yes, Mr. Brown.

How is your work?

Are you making progress?

Yes, soon I'll be ready.

Just a few days more.

- Our teachers are very happy.

- The time is up.

You've made me happy.

Now I can wait peacefully.

Yes, mother.

Soon.

Come.

- Shopping as well?

- Yes, Mr. Croke.

Very good, very good.

- Hello, Mr. O'Brien.

- Hello. Did the books arrive?

Yes, I put them aside.

You can take a look.

Any news?

Yes, Friday night. 9:00. Be ready.

Finally.

Tennyson's poems?

Can I wrap it for you?

Yes, please.

Ms. Parker. Looking for a new book?

Help Ms. Parker

find something really exciting.

With a lot of romance.

- Here we go, Mr. O'Brien.

- Put it on my bill.

But that's-

Of course, that's Harrison.

- A Secret Service bastard-

- Look!

- Interesting. That was-

- Yes, Patrick O'Connor.

- A classmate.

- Classmate?

So he is a traitor after all.

I didn't want to believe it.

Quiet. You'll have to find-

I'll find out...

even if I have to squeeze the truth

out of him with my hands.

I always find the right book

in your store.

And you're such a discerning reader.

- Did you give him the exact plan?

- Yes, Mr. Devoy.

It was terrible.

I felt like a real traitor.

I know it's hard, but I'll be frank.

Based on the betrayal,

the English will seize...

Based on the betrayal,

the English will seize...

some of our most prominent men.

They'll withdraw

their troops from here...

because they'll think they have subdued

our insurgents for many years to come.

- You understand?

- Yes.

Our strike will be all the more destructive

when we surprise them.

Then, the others will hear

what you have done for us.

- Soon?

- Very soon, my boy.

In the meantime, take this symbol.

It'll give you strength.

The best thing I have.

Guard it carefully.

It belonged to the late O'Brien.

He wanted his son to have it one day.

You'll wear it in his place for now.

Yes, Mr. Devoy.

I'll guard it for Michael.

You know what's it about.

It's risky business.

That's clear.

We're finished if we fail.

- Devoy knows that. We won't fail.

- Watch out.

- They're coming.

- Sit down.

Take care.

We have here-

As soon as we have weapons,

we can strike.

We'll be ready in December.

It would be wrong

to start the fight sooner.

We don't have enough

equipment or trained men-

Stop! Put your hands up!

Mr. Haggins, the stockkeeper.

You know me. Go to hell.

- And the honorable Mr. Fadden.

- The pleasure is all mine.

Patrick O'Connor.

My mother was thrown into prison

by the English, and it was your fault.

- Michael, hear me out.

- Silence!

- You're a spy for the English, a traitor.

- That's not true.

I saw you hand a note

to a Secret Service agent.

Now tell us what the note said.

I can't tell you.

I didn't betray anyone. Believe me.

- At least you should believe me.

- You're a liar and coward.

For the last time,

tell us what the note said.

No.

Throw him in the water.

- Patrick O'Connor, will you talk?

- No.

- We're just wasting time with him.

- He won't say anything.

- Into the water with him.

- Lower him.

Michael.

Pull him up.

Will you talk now?

If you tell us, we'll let you go.

Talk to us, man.

- I can't, Michael.

- Down again.

Keep going.

- Enough, Michael.

- Keep going.

Pull him up.

What if he's dead?

Shut up. Pull him out.

Untie him.

Patrick. Patrick.

Michael, even if you have me killed,

I won't talk.

I'm not allowed to talk.

Come. It's no use. Let's go.

- What about Patrick?

- Leave him. He'll come to.

Do us a favor and just disappear.

We have them.

Here's the complete plan.

They wanted to launch an attack

throughout Ireland this winter.

- Devoy?

- No, but all the top insurgents.

There we go!

Welcome, gentlemen.

Your game's up, Mr. O'Neil.

Another school year has ended.

Many of you are leaving us.

You are now free British citizens

who can do whatever they want.

Never forget that England

has generously given you an education.

An education that is

the envy of the world.

England has done much for you.

Show you deserve it.

Be grateful and serve as role models

for your Irish compatriots.

Be good British patriots.

Now, following tradition,

burn your books and papers.

Light the fire.

Long live the king.

Let's go!

- O'Brien. What does this mean?

- It's over now.

No more English rubbish.

Stop. Stay here.

Don't let them escape.

I'll say good-bye as well.

- What do you want?

- Weapons. Help us.

The city is in revolt. You're Irish.

Choose:
England or Ireland?

I won't desert you.

Help yourselves.

Go back!

Mr. Devoy, we got the guns

and 6,000 rounds.

Good, now get them here.

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