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improved by what happened last night.

And I warn you now,

God will judge last night's

violence as a sin,

and the people that committed that

violence will be judged as sinners,

and as certain as there's a God above,

as sinners they'll be damned.

And it's my duty

to warn these men further

of a message

from the archbishop himself.

The Church condemns

all secret societies.

All you who belong to the Molly Maguires

know that what you risk

is nothing less than... excommunication.

I say now to you wives and sisters

and mothers of these men,

pray for their repentance.

Pray for them.

They're cutting themselves

off from the Church.

Father, I'd like you

to meet Mr McKenna.

No apologies for the welcome

you received when you arrived.

- You gave as good as you got.

- I did my best.

You might all try turning

the other cheek.

- I've known it to work wonders.

- How's the old man, Mary?

Worn out.

I'll see him on Tuesday night.

I trust you'll not be taken in

by the troublemakers.

I've never started no trouble, Father.

Excuse me.

Well!

Going to church here

is a lively proposition.

- It's no laughing matter.

- Oh, I agree.

Talking back to the priest,

that's risking your soul.

Tell me, what's his name?

Jack Kehoe.

- Well, it takes a brave man...

- It takes a fool!

What are you doing here?

- The best I can.

- Who are you?

You try beating it out of me,

then you send that kid,

hoping to lower my guard

with his talk about Ulster.

Tell me what it takes

to be left in peace.

- A little information.

- Straight to the point.

- That's a blessing.

- Why did you come?

I came here looking for privacy. And

breaking my back, the same as you.

The rest of my life, if you don't mind,

I prefer keeping to myself.

Good night.

If you're making it a choice between

getting killed and a little information,

well, I'm wanted for shoving the queer.

- What else?

- That's a bellyful right there.

They put you in jail

for passing home-made money.

There's better places

to hide than a mine.

It's deep.

Another week there, you'll be

greeting prison like it was a hotel.

Try another tale.

I'm wanted for killing a man

in Buffalo, New York.

- Why did you kill him?

- Does it matter?

I didn't mean for to kill him.

We fought over a woman

and I hit him too hard.

- His woman or yours?

- I'm not one for possessions.

If the police had you,

why did they let you go?

Didn't know who they had.

The Coal and Iron Police,

they're short-sighted about somebody

without powder in his pocket.

So now you see why

I'm anxious for privacy.

It's not just the jail I'm hoping to avoid,

it's the hangman.

- Sorry-looking cabbage patch.

- Blame the Kerrigans' goat.

- It's the fourth time. Mend the fence.

- I'll lay Kerrigan out.

- That won't stop the goat.

- He should have it on a rope.

Why weren't the boys keeping watch?

I gave them leave to play.

Thick as thieves,

the two of you kicking that ball.

Be careful with him, Jack.

- He's bold.

- That's no reason for trust.

It's not such a common sight,

a bold man.

What else is he? Besides bold?

Well, he's got a way with him.

Don't get too fond of him, Jack.

You wouldn't trust the Pope himself,

would you?

I'd trust him with souls.

It's not your soul I'm worried about.

There's only one sure way

of finding out. Turn him in.

Suppose it's the truth?

Terrible thing on your conscience.

Sooner that than

have a spy turning us in.

You want revenge for

how he thrashed you.

He wouldn't stay down. I give him credit.

- We've no proof he's a spy.

- No proof he's not.

Raines says he's asking questions.

What would you do in a strange town,

besides looking for beer and a fight?

I don't care if he's a murderer.

If we turn him in, and he's a spy...

- We're through worrying.

- They'll send another.

- We'll take care of him.

- They'll send more.

Can't keep them out.

Same in every pit.

- If not him, another.

- What are you saying?

- We just roll over?

- Nobody's rolling over.

- We did that once.

- That's not all.

We stayed out six months.

Nobody's done that before.

- We went back.

- They had troops.

And took less.

- We had to think of the kids.

- We crawled.

They cracked the whip, we crawled.

We tried peaceful and ended begging.

- We lost the battle. We'll win the war.

- I don't know.

I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

We won't turn him in. If he's

on the square, it's a low thing to do.

If he's a spy, we'll take care of him.

Show them we mean business?

Nothing simpler than that.

Don't push him out of the way next time.

He's clever.

He won't tip his hand, he's too smart.

There's one way to be sure.

- How, Jack? How?

- Use him.

You wait, Taffy! They'll be back

stuffing it down your man's throat!

- My name is not Taffy.

- I thought you were all called Taffy!

- Let's go!

- Where do you think she is going?

With the winner, like we agreed.

It wasn't agreed by me, Paddy.

Now, Taffy, you're wounded at losing.

- While I'm overcome with sympathy...

- Enough, now. I'm warning you.

"Taffy was a Welshman

Taffy was a thief

"Taffy come to my house

And stole a chunk of beef."

That's the way to have it, now.

Two mines compete, he owns both.

Whichever one wins, he can't lose.

Mr Gowen's a fine-looking man.

He shows no strain

from carrying all that money.

I guess one never tires of it.

He's an Irishman, the same as you.

What he did, you can do.

He's not the same as me.

He's a Protestant.

He got where he is by using

the brains God gave him.

There's no reason

anyone can't do as well.

Well, now, I have every intention...

All right.

Clear the field. Everybody home.

Come on, now.

Come on, now. Off with you.

Go home.

Move it out.

Let's go, let's go. Come on.

Tom? Are you shot, Tom?

- Did he wound you with the gun?

- No.

That Welsh bastard.

I'll take care of him.

You'll take care of nobody, drunkard!

Making trouble with the police here!

They're itching for it.

You're the prize they're setting up.

Think their guns are ornaments?

- He tried to plug me.

- I'm only sorry he missed.

- You dented it.

- Head got in the way.

And the peeler?

Sorry he didn't club me to death?

- We'll handle him.

- There he goes, free as air.

We don't play their game.

I'll lay him out.

I'll make his head softer than his arse.

No. Not you.

Silver plate.

Not the real thing at all.

- Who did it?

- Did what?

Don't play games with me.

My man's in hospital with a broken jaw.

Who put him there?

I did.

Nothing personal.

Important to make it look real.

- They were testing me.

- I don't like losing good men.

You're lucky he's in hospital.

I saw what he did to Dougherty.

Whatever I gave him,

he had it coming.

Only rats.

You get used to them down here.

Who did the shooting?

Gomer James, Tamaqua man. Welsh.

- Will Dougherty go after him now?

- He wants to. His pride's hurt.

- They're holding him back.

- Encourage him.

Only way we'll get them is in the act.

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