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Michael Collins (1996) "Michael Collins" is a historical biopic released in 1996, directed by Neil Jordan. Starring Liam

Michael Collins (1996)

"Michael Collins" is a historical biopic released in 1996, directed by Neil Jordan. Starring Liam Neeson in the titular role, the film tells the gripping story of the Irish revolutionary leader and his pivotal role in the fight for Irish independence during the early 20th century. The cast also includes superb performances by Aidan Quinn, Stephen Rea, Julia Roberts, and Alan Rickman. With a mesmerizing blend of drama, action, and romance, "Michael Collins" transports viewers to a tumultuous era in Irish history. If you are looking to relive the passionate moments, the film's sounds can be played and downloaded here, allowing you to experience the emotions and intensity of this acclaimed masterpiece.

A contradiction.
A majority of seven
A noble call is mine and I call on Michael.
Absolutely. Shameless hussies, the lot of them.
Afraid so, sir.
Afraid so.
After 700 years!
After tonight, I could handle anything.
Against the ratification of this treaty,
Ah, go away.
Ah, shut up, the two of you. I'm leaving no one.
Ah, whatever it was, it was hard.
Ah!
Ah... Dev's part of it, huh?
All I know is you're from the Castle
All I'm missing is the high heels.
All marching in step toward slaughter.
All right, grand so.
All right, ma.
All right, Michael, how are you?
All right, you've won.
All these years, no one knows what I look like.
All work and no play.
ALL: Yes.
Allowed the British press to paint us as murderers.
Am I allowed to guess?
Am I dreaming?
America
And as president of the Irish Republic,
And every one of us they shoot,
And have you never heard of common courtesy?
And him.
And I don't need to tell you, it's either them or us.
And I want them lifted. Tonight!
And I want to know that you'll do the same.
And I want to set up an outfit that'll rectify that.
And I want you to account for every bullet, you understand?
And I won't go to war over the form of words.
And I yours, Father.
And I'll do what I have to do to end it.
And if he saw you now, do you know what he'd say?
And if prayer can transcend these things,
And it is this.
And it's very important that he doesn't know, Harry.
And just what is my brief, Cathal?
And life is possible.
And life without them seems impossible.
And maybe I never will.
And me as president of the Irish Republic.
And miss out on all of the fun?
And so you could chase us some more.
And some bits and pieces money and the like.
And surely, it's time for peace.
And that'll be you.
And the Castle spies and informers run us through like woodworm.
And the partition of the northern part of the country!
And then all of Dublin can throw a hooley.
And then his hand comes over the screen with a half crown in it.
And time is of the essence.
And we can use it to achieve whatever Republic we want.
And what's more, Dev, you sent me there
And what's your brief?
And who are you?
And who's blood do you think he's talking about?
And who's Dev when he's at home?
And who's Dev when he's at home?
And you're a lady, Rosie. Shut up, you.
And, Joe, take a letter.
Any casualties?
Any institution, but our own!
Any news?
Any of ye who've read Irish history will know that movements like ours
Anything.
Apologies, gentlemen.
Are we discussing the treaty, or discussing myself?
Are you saying things are gonna get worse?
Are you serious?
Are youse deaf, or what?
Around 12:00.
As a protest
As a stepping stone toward the ultimate freedom!
As if the Republic is a fact.
As long as we have.
As you may know,
Aye, just the two of us?
Back to your posts.
Be a big bloody wedding, Mick.
Be kind of rude not to give him an answer.
Beal na mBléth, there's a farmhouse to the left on the Bandon side.
Beautiful.
Because once I start, there'll be no stopping me.
Because you knew they were the best we could get.
Begging your pardon, ma'am. How do I get out of here?
Behind you.
Better Belfast efficiency's what they need.
Better lay low for a week. That nose of his is hard to hide.
Between Ireland and England.
Bit of a traffic: jam here, lads.
Bloody mayhem.
BOY: Who the fuck are you?
Brings more people
Bro y.
Brought to bear on the British government.
Broy, sir.
BROY: Don't.
BROY: What's so special about them?
Bullshit.
But as Minister for Intelligence, I'd like to inform you
But at the moment, remains a part of the British Empire.
But he never did what anyone expected.
But he was the one that wrote.
But he would have said it better, Joe.
But I can appreciate your integrity.
But I'd like you to send them a message!
But if I did know this Dev, what would you say to him?
But it gives us freedom to achieve the Republic. Peacefully.
But it is that simple, Mr. Broy.
But it's not worth fighting for anymore.
But nobody could have!
But now I swear they're trying to defeat us by force of verbiage.
But our tactics
But we have to swear allegiance to the English Crown.
But whatever you do, you don't let them near you, do you hear me?
But you could get me in.
But your war is over now.
But, as you said, I've been on your heels for weeks,
By ignoring it.
By the lifeblood
Call me if anything's up, yeah?
Can a man not say goodbye to his wife in peace?
Can I trust him?
Can you even see Churchill shaking my hand?
Can you get a typist in your sight?
Can you trust anyone these days, chief?
Can't leave here...
Can't risk it any longer, Mick.
Can't tell you. No, no, no, listen, everything's fine.
Can't tell you. No, no, no, listen, everything's fine.
Careful.
CAT HAL: Intelligence.
CATHAL: Mr. Griffith, Mr. Griffith
Cease firing!
Cease firing!
Check upstairs!
Christ, not again! Come on.
Christ, pure genius. What?
Christ, the G man was right.
Christ.
Christ.
Churchill handpicked them.
Clean sheets, I think.
Clear a path!
Clear a path!
Come forward!
Come here, Boland! Come here!
Come here.
Come in, Mr. Grace.
Come in, Mr. Grace.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, Dev. Push.
Come on, Gama“!
Come on, get the convoy together.
Come on, it's my round.
Come on, Joe, four pints.
Come on, lads.
Come on, man, do you want to start a civil war?
Come on, Mick!
Come on, Mick. Give us a song.
Come on, move.
Come on, relax.
Come on, talk to me.
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Go on!
Come on! Go!
Come on! Move it.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on. We'll get you cleaned up and take you home.
Come upstairs.
Cork? (CHUCKLES) Fuck!
Could you handle it?
Cullen. (SCOFFS)
Delivering bouquets.
Dev, remember one thing over there.
Dev, two minutes to the next watch.
Dev, you can't be serious.
Did it ever strike you, you were good at it?
Do I get to wear that hat? (CHUCKLES)
Do sleep at home tonight.
Do what you have to do.
Do you have anything to say?
Do you know the funny thing, Harry?
Do you mind telling me what it is, then?
Do you not hear me! I said put the gun down!
Do you send a love note, Mick,
Do you seriously expect us to give an oath of allegiance to the Crown?
Do you think that'd fix it?
Does anybody know what I look like?
Doesn't he come from there?
Doesn't he have a face, this Collins? Hmm?
Doesn't he have corporeal form?
Don't be flippant, Michael.
Don't do this to me, Dev. Don't do it.
Don't expect it to be pleasant.
Don't I know it.
Don't let them near you.
Don't threaten us, you Fenian swine.
Don't you ever calm down?
Don't you let it start, then.
Don't you see a certain paradox in that?
Don't!
Don't.
Downstairs.
Drinks for the county on me.
Dublin detective riddled with bullets.
Eamon de Valera.
EAMON: We've broached it with him, we've had no objections.
EAMON. As little as that?
EAMON. I'll try mine.
EAMON. Mind your language.
EAMON. That's no excuse for obscenities.
EAMON. They cannot imprison us forever.
Either way,
Emergency supplies.
Fenian stories by the fireside.
Files on the IRB in England, Scotland, America.
Files on the IRB, England, Scotland, America,
Find out what they eat for breakfast.
Fire!
Five minutes. Five.
For every gob shite in this country, no matter what side that we're on.
For fuck's sake, we put up with this bollocks every fucking day!
For fuck's sake.
For God's sake, Joe, would you give me one free night to be a human being!
For the first time in my life, I'm scared.
For the treaty you brought home!
Forget the files!
Form up in three columns across the square.
Four weeks. (SIGHS) But keep it a secret.
Fuck and blast him, anyway!
Fuck it. It's worked for us so far.
Fuck, Jesus, don't go on us, Mick! Please! Don't!
Fuck.
Fucking...
Gentlemen, we'll be relieving you of your responsibilities.
Gentlemen.
Get him out! Go, get him out!
Get me a list of the 12 best men in the Dublin Division.
Get out.
Get out.
Get those bloody carts off the road! Come on, move it!
Get up off the parliamentary side of your arse,
Get up, you Fenian swine. Get up!
Get your things, Kitty.
Girl.
Give me everything you've got.
Give me that.
Give up our jobs?
Give us a name, Ned.
Go on!
Go on!
Go on! Fuck off and leave me alone!
Go on.
Go, will you!
Go!
God bless you, Rosie.
God forgive us, Harry.
Good at what?
Good Christ. Do they know that?
Good day, Mr. Broy.
Good luck, mates.
Gorgeous, Kitty. Beautiful.
Got it. Got it!
Grab that bag, one of youse. Come on.
Grand evening. What are you doing here, Mick?
Grand so.
Grand.
Had you been here the past year, you'd know that!
Half an hour or so.
Hands in the air.
Hang on, Rosie.
Harry, come on. Move.
HARRY; (WHISPERING) Come On, Mick.
HARRY: (SOFTLY) Now, he hasn't a note in his head.
HARRY: Ah, well, I suppose that's how it goes.
HARRY: How are you?
HARRY: I agree, you West Cork muck savage.
HARRY: So near, yet he can't touch him.
HARRY: You lied? About what?
HARRY: You look like a ghost!
HARRY. Put that gun down!
HARRY. Shut up, you.
HARRY. Where the hell have you been?
Has himself described the treaty
Have a drink.
Have always been destroyed by paid spies and informers.
Have they got Mick Collins yet?
Have you got any reply?
Have you told him?
He always writes.
He got the British out of here, and no one expected that.
He is.
He knew the risk he was taking when he went down there.
He knew they wouldn't give us the Republic. That's why he sent me.
He made it possible.
He says he'll meet you tomorrow.
He thinks Harry was with them.
He told me to drop by if I had any information.
He took them for us.
He was made a romantic figure,
He was my chief, always.
He wrote.
He's come all this way.
He's read the papers. Come on.
He's right, chief.
He's scared to leave the two of us together.
Here.
Here.
Hereinafter to be referred to as The Letter.
Hey kid, what's your name?
Hey, fuck off!
Hey, hey, hey, give over, Harry, will ya?
His half Of it?
Hmm?
Hmm?
How are you keeping, Mick?
How are you, Charlie?
How are you?
How are you?
How are you?
How dare you!
How do they know we were coming?
How do we know it's genuine?
How in God's name, did these people ever get to run an empire?
How long?
How much do you want to bet?
How much longer can we hold out?
How rough?
How the fuck are we supposed to get in? We haven't even got bullets!
How will I get hurt?
How would you like a new boss, Joe?
How would you like a new boss, Joe?
How'd you get this?
How'd you get this?
Huh?
I am old.
I am ready for what comes.
I am serious, Michael.
I and my deputies are going to leave this house.
I assure everything's possible if you wish hard enough.
I can live with that.
I can walk!
I can walk!
I can't do without you! I told him that.
I can't hold on much longer, Mick.
I can't imagine it.
I can't pretend to understand your politics.
I come from a long line of baldies.
I come in at 9:00.
I did wade through rivers of blood.
I didn't ask you. I asked him.
I didn't think he would.
I disagree.
I don't know why!
I don't know.
I don't want any bullshit, Mick.
I don't want to go.
I doubt if we can hold out for another week.
I empty the basket and take the linen.
I fucking asked him!
I had a look at their files. They know more about us than we do.
I hate them because they've left us no way out.
I hate to say it, Mick, but you've a right to be.
I hate whoever put a gun in young Vinny Byrne's hand.
I have nothing more to say to you!
I have to tell you.
I hereby appoint you Minister for General Mayhem.
I hope the country sees it as such.
I hope the country sees it as such.
I just heard.
I know exactly where I'm going!
I know it doesn't give us the Republic,
I know it's me and I hate myself for it.
I know what some of you've been through.
I know when I'm not wanted.
I know.
I know.
I know. Come on.
I leave you so. Here's your ticket.
I left the Brits in the ha'penny place and that's what I'm scared of,
I like the sound of your voice, Mick.
I mean large scale engagements.
I miss the way it used to be.
I pray it will.
I promise.
I promised Harry I'd look after you.
I read the papers.
I said, you're hurting me!
I saw him and I plugged him from above.
I shouldn't have left, should I have, Kitty?
I suppose it does set a historical precedent.
I think if you backed up, then we could back up,
I think you are.
I want a list of anyone with a remote connection with this geezer.
I want each of those to capture ten more.
I want every new file copied and sent to me.
I want it so much, I'd die for it.
I want it to go
I want names, addresses, clubs,
I want recognition from President Wilson for an Irish Republic.
I want recognition from the president of the United States.
I want the moral force of international opinion
I want to petition the American public for their support.
I was a length ahead.
I was building up to a proposal.
I was hunted through the hills by slaves who served a foreign queen.
I will gladly pay it.
I will not fight against men I trained with, I fought with!
I would have followed him to hell if he'd asked me.
I would plead with every person here.
I'd be better off in Longford.
I'd say fifty to one is optimistic.
I'll burn you!
I'll make a fucking army out of you if it's the last thing I do.
I'll take you home again, Kathleen.
I'll try. Now, come on, you got to leave.
I'm changing your brief, Harry.
I'm flogging fuck all. I've come to buy.
I'm going to live to see you old.
I'm going, Mick.
I'm gonna have to lock you in.
I'm happy for you both.
I'm in love with him.
I'm minister for gunrunning, daylight robbery and general mayhem.
I'm my father's daughter.
I'm no good at talk. I'm a yob from West Cork, Dev.
I'm not a politician. I'm not going to London.
I'm not a politician. I'm not going to London.
I'm not his bloody wife!
I'm not sure.
I'm only telling you
I'm out.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm the fucker that asked to meet Dev.
I'm the fucker that asked to meet Dev.
I've got a birth cert done for you,
I've information relating to the guttersnipe called Collins.
I've known the two of you for four years.
I've said it before and I'll say it again,
If any of us are lifted, we're dead.
If it had been made, we knew it would have been refused!
If Mr. Collins has been gulled, we'll sleep soundly.
If not, they will arrest the cabinet.
If the price of freedom,
If they reject it, I reject it.
If they shut me up, who'll take my place?
If we are to negotiate as a legitimate government,
If we don't get there first, things might have to get rough.
If you hear anyone outside, don't make a sound.
If you're caught, you're on your own.
If you're going down, I'm going with you.
In favor of the treaty.
In open defiance of His Majesty's government.
In open defiance of His Majesty's government.
In order to get Irish freedom!
In the letters that preceded the negotiations,
Indeed, I do. How are you, Kitty? Do you remember me?
Index to the files.
Inspector Broy?
Irish Volunteers.
Is a dream no longer.
Is at this moment,
Is Harry here, too?
Is it him?
Is it true what I heard?
Is it true, Mick, all the women in America wear trousers?
Is that all?
Is that your home?
It can only be disestablished
It is daily sealed
It means you can get out now.
It says, Give us the future. We've had enough of your past.
It says, Leave us be.
It was great.
It's a joke.
It's an illegal gathering
It's either this, or war.
It's happened. The army's split down the middle.
It's not a race, Harry.
It's not that simple, sir.
It's not true, Mick.
It's over.
It's pulling me to ribbons.
It's that simple?
It's the best anyone could have got, Harry.
It's the safest house in Dublin now.
It's written on your face.
It's...
Jail me again, shoot me, who knows?
Jailbreaks.
Jesus Christ, Mick, where the hell have you been?
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ. Mick, where the hell have you been?
Jesus wept.
Jesus wept.
Jesus, lads, it's Christmas.
Jesus, lads, would you try and remember they don't grow on trees.
Jesus!
Joe, give us a hand, will you?
Joe, I'm in The Gresham.
JOE: Calm down! It's the big fella!
JOE: Maybe. But Mick doesn't know the new boys.
JOE: Mick! Mick!
JOE: Mick.
JOE. That's why he died, Kitty.
Johnny, if any of our lads come in, tell them to stay somewhere else.
Just a temporary stopgap, Mick, I swear to God.
Just do it, will ya? For fuck's sake.
Keep firing!
Keep it up to date, add to it every week.
Keep your hands in the air, and your weapons visible at all times.
Kitty, please.
Kitty, please. You can't stay here.
KITTY: I suppose they all refused.
KITTY: Why?
Kitty! Kitty!
Kitty.
Kitty's down.
Ladies, is it or is it not Mick's turn?
Leave him be, lads!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone.
Let me go!
Let me in around midnight.
Let the man speak!
Let them say so now.
Let's hope my luck holds out
Let's just say, you can be persuasive.
LIAM; Move il'!
Like what? Like go on the game?
Like you said, I'm eager for a G man.
Listen to me. Please, listen to me. You don't know what you're saying!
Little snot.
Lloyd George has thrown in the towel?
Logically, I suppose you shouldn't.
Look through whatever you can find. Who's Who, stubs, society columns.
Look, look, look at the face on Smith.
Look, that's us.
Look.
Lookit, Harry.
Lookit.
Looks like he wants to meet.
Looks like it.
Lucky Mick.
Make me a scapegoat, if you will. Call me a traitor, if you will.
Making notes of your speeches.
MAN 11 Fire! MAN 23 Fire!
Man, but you're blessed.
MAN: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
MAN: Get them! Get those two men!
MAN: Give them words.
MAN: He was trying to make it across the river, sir.
MAN: Order! Order!
MAN: The Mail!
MAN. Arrange! Present arms!
MAN. Cease firing!
MAN. Turn about!
MAN. You fucking bastard!
MANI Do if!
May as well stay the night.
May I trouble you for a light, sir?
Maybe he will.
Maybe I don't, Mick, but I'm trying.
Maybe then we can talk.
McDonagh.
Michael,
MICHAEL: Ah, go on, would you! You're like an old clucking hen,
MICHAEL: Any casualties?
MICHAEL: Anything that can be said about me, say it!
MICHAEL: Behave yourself.
MICHAEL: Christ, the whole of Dublin must be out there, Harry.
MICHAEL: Dev never got to meet the President, did he?
MICHAEL: Don't stand out here...
MICHAEL: Don't worry. He'll try.
MICHAEL: Fuck! Raid.
MICHAEL: God's curse on them!
MICHAEL: Grand so.
MICHAEL: Great. I know just where to go.
MICHAEL: Harry.
MICHAEL: How do you think we even got them to this point,
MICHAEL: How is the man?
MICHAEL: How is the man?
MICHAEL: I did my best, Kitty, but I'm sure my best won't be good enough.
MICHAEL: I lied, Harry.
MICHAEL: I love trains. Don't you, Ned?
MICHAEL: I'll handle it, Liam. Tom.
MICHAEL: I'll wrestle you for her.
MICHAEL: Keep it off, Kitty.
MICHAEL: Kitty, get over there.
MICHAEL: Kitty.
MICHAEL: Lads, lads.
MICHAEL: ls Broy here?
MICHAEL: Me, too.
MICHAEL: Save us all a lot of bother. Do it!
MICHAEL: So, what does it say?
MICHAEL: That's where it all started, Joe.
MICHAEL: They make me think of places I know I'll never see.
MICHAEL: To whom it may concern.
MICHAEL: We'll be an invisible army.
MICHAEL: Which minister?
MICHAEL: Won't do it to keep the gob shites waiting.
MICHAEL: Working.
MICHAEL: You don't want to know.
Michael.
Mick, Dev's negotiating.
Mick, it's over!
Mick, you're pushing it.
Mick!
Mick!
Mick.
Mick.
Mick. Aye, Mick.
Might save my hide.
Miss Kiernan?
Miss Kiernan? Miss Kiernan!
More IRB.
Mother of God.
Move forward!
Move it, you Fenian bastard!
Move! Fucking get out!
Mr. Collins, Mr. Collins, the man who won the recent war
Mr. Collins, the position you have in the army
Mr. Collins!
Mr. Griffith has described Mr. Collins as the man who won the war!
Must be 100,000 Tommies here and not 2,000 of us.
Names and addresses of the whole cabinet.
Names, addresses, next of kin, of the whole cabinet.
Ned fucking Broy!
Neither can I, Ned. But sure keep it a secret, would you?
Neither do I.
Nineteen.
No addresses?
No Fenian guttersnipe threatens me.
No matter how the vote goes.
No regrets, Kit. That's what he'd say.
No, give me that.
No, I haven't heard!
No, no, no, Mick. Don't go!
No, not first. Last.
No, sonny! You don't understand.
No, why don't you take her?
No, you take her.
No,no,no.
No!
No!
No!
No! Jesus! Mick!
No.
No. I won't do it.
Nobody knows.
Nobody sought Nobody sought
Nobody sought notoriety except you!
Nobody tonight stays in your usual places.
Not here, he won't.
Not in Dublin.
Not like some.
Not tonight.
Not very romantic.
Now what?
Now, ground your arms and take three paces back slowly.
Now, imagine Dublin, but the Castle like an enclave,
Now, show me the ringleaders of this little farce.
Now, who said that?
Of an upstart dominating these entire cabinet proceedings.
OFFICER: Open the gates!
Oh, did you hear?
Oh, Mick.
Oh, mother of God, we're famous.
Oh, sweet Mother of Jesus.
Oh, well do I remember the bleak December day
Oh, well, do I remember
Oh, yeah, right. Fun and games all the way, chief.
On the administrative center of British rule in Ireland.
On the point of order, Mr. Chairman.
One person was held up by the press and put into a position he never held.
Only me.
Or is it Broy?
Otherwise, you would have gone yourself.
Our armed forces must act like a legitimate army.
Our friends in the Royal Irish Constabulary would like to shut me up.
Our job is at home!
Our job is where I say it is.
Our only weapon is our refusal.
Our refusal to bow to any order, but our own!
Out, out! Everybody out! Come on!
Over where?
Peter Pan.
Pick your feet up!
Please.
Plus, one other portfolio.
Pretend I'm an informer.
PRIEST: For these mornings, praying together.
PRIEST: For these mornings, praying together.
Promise me something, Kitty.
Promise me you'll never care about me, please?
Pull in, pull in.
Put it away, Joe.
Put the gun down.
R (CLASSICAL MUSIC) r
Rarely, Miss Kiernan.
Really?
Riddled? Riddled?
Right, let's get this over with.
Right.
Right.
Roadblock.
ROSIE: He's a gentleman, Charlie.
Rotting in an English jail shouldn't put you off!
Save me the bullshit, now.
Say it to me, kid.
Say something, would you?
See you, Mick.
See you.
Send one to every G man.
Seriously, though, I won't force this on any man.
She has a voice like an angel. I have one like a puck goat.
She wouldn't be interested in a bogman like you.
She'll need looking after while I'm away.
Sheamus! Sheamus!
Should I apologize for that, too?
Should I ask the whole bunch to the wedding, Joe?
Show him what you got from the basket, Rosie.
Show me.
Shut up.
Signed, The Irish Republican Army.
Sinn Féin, more Sinn Féin.
Sir, haven't I a civil war to run?
Sir.
Sit down.
So,
So,
So, I heard.
So, I take it you heard?
So, it's a drink, is it? Shame to waste it.
So, it's up to you, Kitty.
So, it's your turn now, Mick, right?
So, Mick,
So, nobody sleeps at home tonight.
So, tell me. How long's your man been there for?
So, that's Mr. Soames. How many to go?
So, that's what caused all the bother, huh?
So, then it starts.
So, there is love there, huh, Mick.
So, what did you have for breakfast?
So, what's your name?
So, which one of you gunslingers is going to ask me to dance?
SOLDER. What was on the paper, paddy?
Some died for Ireland, but Dev,
Some people are what the times demand,
Someone there for you to say hello to.
Someone to hang up and fry like bacon!
Sorry, Kitty.
Sorry.
Stand up!
Stay on him.
Still, be nice to go home.
Stop it, now.
Stop the cab.
Stop!
Straight down there.
Strike the enemy and vanish back into the crowd again.
Sufficient unto the day the evil thereof, aye, boy?
Sure, if we sit here a minute, it'll sort itself out.
Sure, join the club.
Sweet Mother of God.
Sweet suffering Jesus!
Ta.
Ta.
Take a section each.
Take her outside.
Take it with you.
Tell Dev, Mick wants to talk. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tell him about Mr. Soames, Rosie.
Tell him I'm sorry I didn't bring back the Republic.
Tell him that Harry Boland's death was enough.
Tell him that Mick Collins says he wants to stop this bloody mayhem.
Ten bob each way, that makes £25, plus the place money, £7, 10.
Ten or 20 bullets, when the one would do?
Than any in the whole arsenal of the British Empire!
Thank you, Mr. Collins.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks, Mick.
That they might want to talk.
That will be the Irish people.
That's him. See you, Mick.
That's how serious I am.
That's like bandit country.
That's my aunt's fur coat. Pretend you're a whore.
That's the whole point. They don't know you.
The alternative to this treaty is a war,
The big fella sends his regards.
The big fella, scared?
The birth of his child.
The bleeding key broke, Dev.
The cabinet thinks it's more useful in jail.
The Customs House.
The Déil and the Irish people.
The fact that I was born in
The fact that the candidate you're being asked to vote for
The great heroic ethic of failure
The Irish people established the Republic.
The Irish Republic
The Irish Volunteers, Sinn Féin, more Sinn Féin
The landlord and the sheriff Came to drive us all away
The Lord is my shepherd.
The minister is, as usual, exceeding his brief.
The papers said his last words were,
The people have spoken, Mr. Collins, overwhelmingly,
The person I refer to is Michael Collins!
The position of the north will be reviewed,
The price of peace, is the blackening of my name,
The public outcry will be deafening. Maybe then the world will listen.
The results, ladies and gentlemen, is 64 to 57.
The same.
The small fella.
The Volunteers will have to wade through Irish blood,
The way he'd cycle around Dublin in his pin striped suit,
The world has to believe we're invincible.
The year of '48, when I rose with comrades brave and true.
Then the father died, and he proposed to the mother.
Then they'll be shot.
There are certain things one should not do for one's country.
There is a slim possibility
There is one thing I want to say.
There might be a chance.
There must be.
There you go.
There's a gunman outside by the railings.
There's a horse called lrish Republic running at Donnybrook today.
There's a new regime in here and it's starting now!
There's dinner in an hour, if you fancy it.
There's hope, surely.
There's no shame in pulling out.
There's nothing we can do.
There's only one problem.
These are the best premises you could get, Joe?
These files are no good without the G Men who compiled them.
These kids have never seen a gun before!
These men have more experience than you ever will.
They call me an assassin and a murderer, for Christ's sake.
They call us murderers.
They called a truce.
They can shoot us, Mick, but they can't kill us.
They can use us as cannon fodder in the Somme!
They can't give us the Republic. It's not within their comprehension.
They can't imagine a gunman in a pinstriped suit on a bicycle.
They couldn't defeat us by force of arms,
They dumped him.
They fight. We don't.
They know more about us than our own mothers do.
They let us out of jail, so we can do our best to be put inside again, Harry.
They lifted him at Vaughan's.
They say if you went to Cork, there'll be a possibility.
They tell me you're Dev's right hand man now.
They were sent here for one reason, weren't they?
They won't accept the treaty, Mick.
They wouldn't be able to move outside those fucking walls.
They wouldn't kill me in my own county shore.
They're the elite of the British Secret Service.
They're to be lifted tonight.
They've made the front page, Mick.
They've occupied the Four Courts, half of O'Connor Street, Limerick, Cork.
Things'll get rough.
This gives up the north, divides the country.
This is an illegal arrest by an illegal force of occupation!
This is to inform you that any further collaboration
This the best you've got?
This treaty bars the way to the Republic
This treaty is just a steppingstone, Kitty.
Thomas Clarke.
Three legged race.
Through the blood of some members of this government
Till the next time.
Till When?
Time to say your prayers.
To accept an oath of allegiance to a foreign king and the partition
To eliminate you and your boys.
To live in, to grow in,
To make it unhealthy for them to run it.
To negotiate a treaty for the first time in history
To our side.
To the country and to the world.
To the provisions of the said document
Tom Barry, Oscar Traynor.
Tom, move.
Tommy.
Toothcomb, gentlemen.
Toothcomb.
Traitors, all!
Traitors!
Two miles down that road, there's an arsenal.
Uh uh. Now, now, Cathal, don't exceed your brief.
Understood?
Unless you want us to use bows and arrows.
Us or them?
Vaughan's, Gore's Street, Cleary's Pub.
Very fucking eager for a G man.
Very rough.
Wait, Michael. Wait.
War is murder! Sheer, bloody murder!
Was as chief of one the subsections.
Was he, now? And what was it, a boy or a girl?
Was, till the Tans burned it.
Was, till the Tans burned it.
Way to go, Mick.
We brought them to their knees the only way we could!
We defeat the British Empire
We fight.
We have had some communication from the British side.
We haven't seen anything yet.
We hit them at daybreak, so if anyone's not up to it,
We might achieve that Republic he wants to talk to the world about.
We must act
We nearly lost 80 men last week, Dev.
We need to keep a final arbitrator in reserve.
We threaten you!
We were elected by the people of Ireland.
We were too dangerous together.
We Will!
We won't play by their rules, Harry.
We'd have to do it.
We'd never get away with it.
We'll come out of the crowd,
We'll have an Irish Free State, a government of our own
We'll have an Irish Free State, instead of an Irish Republic.
We'll invent our own.
We'll invite the whole country. Call it marital diplomacy.
We'll make it that simple.
We'll see who is the big fella.
We've been combing the city for you! Have you heard?
We've been rotting in English jails for long enough, man!
We've brought the British Empire to its knees?
We've cleaned them out of everywhere, out of West Cork.
We've got them.
We've got to learn to build with what we have!
We've sent letters of warning to every G man.
Welcome back, Harry!
Well, bald, then.
Well, he's going to have to get to know them now, isn't he?
Well, is she down to see you, or me?
Well, we don't, chief. But it could well be.
Well, you would have, Vinny.
Well?
West Cork?
What about the guns?
What are you going around riddling people for?
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about? Broy wasn't out.
What did they hit you with?
What do you propose we strike with?
What do you think?
What does it say?
What exactly do you mean, Dev?
What for?
What happened?
What happened?
What happens next time?
What if it's war either way, Mick?
What is it now?
What time does he get up in the morning?
What time is it?
What was he... What was he doing?
What was it you said?
What was that horse called?
What would it take to convince you?
What would you know about peace?
What would you know about singing?
What!
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What'll be next, the knackers' yard?
What's all this?
What's happening tonight, Mick?
What's over? What do you mean?
What's that?
What's this mean?
What's this?
What's wrong with now?
When I agreed to go to London,
When you both came to Granard the first time, you were...
Where an immovable force meets an immovable object kind of thing.
Where anyone, and I mean anyone, who collaborated knew he'd be shot.
Where I come from, we call it taking liberties.
Where they bank, down to what they eat for breakfast.
Where they'll even consider talking?
Where, then?
Which can only subvert the Republic,
Which nobody in this gathering can even contemplate.
Who closed your eyes?
Who gave you that, you little runt?
Who the fuck am I?
Who the hell is John Grace?
Who'll give in first, Joe?
Who's going to take my place?
Why didn't you act on it?
Why do you think he chose me? Hmm?
Why do you think I came to you?
Why does he want me there, Harry?
Why don't we let the Irish Republic
Why don't we save them all the bother and blow our own brains out?
Why don't you take her down to Kingstown, get some sea air?
Why hide, Joe, he'd say, when that's what they expect?
Why not?
Why should I trust you, huh?
Why the fuck didn't you say so?
Why was that, Mick?
Why?
Why?
Why? Because you put the fear of God into them.
Why'd we stop?
Will you come in for a pint?
With £10,000 on his head.
With the forces of occupation will be punishable by death.
With the gunner eye.
Without them, the Brits would have no system. They couldn't move.
WOMAN: Oh, my God!
Words. Just words. (GROANS)
Working where?
Would the bloody lrish Republic give me some time off? If I
Yeah, but they don't know that.
Yeah, I want peace and quiet.
Yeah, right. He'd never get out of there alive.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yep.
Yes, so, he doesn't know either.
Yes.
Yes.
You always win, Mr. Collins.
You can have your seven minutes.
You can show me the Castle files.
You can't go. For Christ's sake, why do you think I brought you here?
You can't. The fucking keyhole's jammed.
You could play the same game.
You could run it without me.
You could squash us in a week, you know that?
You did well. But go easy on the riddling, will ya?
You don't believe me?
You don't understand me.
You got some sense of how far we can push them. They know you.
You have been warned.
You heard what de Valera said.
You know it's not.
You know what it says, Kitty?
You know what this means, Liam?
You leave them sitting in the ha'penny place.
You look good in furs.
You look like a gangster!
You mean it's finished?
You mean we've won?
You mean, like in 1916? Hmm?
You obviously don't agree.
You Pig!
You plugged him, you little Free State gob shite!
You promise?
You published the terms without my agreement!
You put the heart across me, Kitty.
You said we could negotiate on behalf of our government,
You said what you had to say and you can go now, Mick.
You shouldn't take it, Rosie.
You tell him that.
You tell him, Harry.
You told me once that I was good at bloody mayhem.
You wanted to be woken.
You Will?
You without him, him without you.
You work for the Castle, for Christ's sake.
You, come here.
You'll be organized in flying columns. You'll live on the road,
You'll engage the enemy in nobody's terms but your own.
You'll get one chance and one only.
You'll have to use this.
You'll head our team, Michael,
You're engaged?
You're famous over there now.
You're my chief, always.
You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.
You're the expert in singing.
You're the only one who will make music here.
You're the statesman.
You're the strongest card we have.
You're the strongest card we have.
You've been on my heels for weeks, now.
You've got to think of him the way he was.
You've kept us waiting 700 years.
You've slept together, lived together, fought together.
Young, without families.
Your job will be to wreck the system of information the Castle uses against us.
Your papers, miss.
7:00. Have you been here all night?
A sod of turf. MICHAEL: Wrong. That's a weapon.
Ah, grand, grand. You all right?
And I can't do it without him. Do what?
And that's why Dev sent me. (SIGHS) Mick.
And who's your father? He's dead.
Are you coming to the train? I will.
Are you finished in here? Aye.
Broy who? Detective Ned Broy.
BROY: Who is it? Grace, sir. John Grace.
Broy. %GRUNTS)
But he's dead, sir. You killed him, you little uniform git!
Christ, that's all we need. (BANGS TABLE)
Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go! Mick, it's not safe!
Connolly. (SCREAMS)
Couldn't you say hello? Hello.
D0fi[ say! St0p!
Dev, come on. Get a move. Chief, come on.
Did Dev not speak to you? What about?
Didn't I tell you he snores? Jesus.
Do it now! (BREATHING HEAVILY)
Do it, kid. Do it! Put the gun down!
Do it! MAN: Fire!
Drop your weapons! Now! Come on.
Fancy a good time? Not tonight, girls.
Fifty to one. Oh, Jesus, some odds, what?
Forgive the brute. Mmm.
From the chief. Hmm? When did this come in?
Get up! He was celebrating, Tom.
Give me an ear! (SCREAMING)
Good night, sir. Hmm.
Good night. Good night, Mr. Boland.
Goodbye. Bye.
Grand evening. All right, yeah, not bad.
Harry. What?
He likes you, too. HARRY: I do?
He wants to go to America. What?
He's leaving me, Mick. I thought he was leaving me.
Heads, it's Harry, tails, it's Mick. MICHAEL: Go ahead.
Hey, get out! Get out! (GROANS)
How unhealthy? What?
I don't have to like either. Never was a truer word spoken.
I'm telling you. You know the problem of butterflies?
Isn't that a lovely picture? What?
It'll be all right, you know that. Yeah.
It's anarchy out there! Better anarchy than civil war!
It's not safe Do as you're told.
Jesus, I hate you. (CHUCKLES)
Jesus, what are you doing to me? (GASPING)
Jesus, you're serious? (CHUCKLES)
Just what do you think you're doing? Harry told me to look after you.
Kitty, may I have the pleasure? MICHAEL: The gangster wins again.
LIAM: Two minutes. (GUNSHOT)
Look at that. (LAUGHS)
Look at this, Harry. (CHUCKLING)
MAN: Churchill has offered us artillery! Let Churchill do his own dirty work!
MAN: Fire! (GUNS FIRING)
MAN: Fire! (GUNS FIRING)
MAN: I'm not going to have any of this! (ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
May the Lord have mercy on your soul. What?
Me, me, me, please, please, please. No, no, no, I will. I will.
MICHAEL: Am I late, Joe? Not yet.
MICHAEL: Don't stop. We need the guns!
Mick, give us your party piece, come on. We'd love to hear you.
Mick, Harry, I want something HARRY: Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Mick's about to make another speech. (CHUCKLING)
Morning. Morning.
No, you take her. No, you take her.
No, you're joking? What?
Oh, yeah? I wonder who that is, now. (MUTTERS)
Open up! Get out of my house! Oh!
Sean, where's that police barracks? Two miles down the road.
Six dead, 70 taken. Bloody fiasco. (GUNSHOTS)
Sure was I in one myself till a week ago. (CROWD LAUGHING)
Ta. Thank you.
That's for the job on Friday. (GUNSHOT)
The whole damn thing? Yes.
There's nothing we can do, Mick. (PANTING)
There's only one way to beat them, then. What's that?
They can even conscript us! (PEOPLE PROTESTING)
They can jail us, they can shoot us! (CROWD SHOUTING)
They were the best we could get. EAMON: In your opinion!
They won't shoot me, then. MICHAEL: Kitty!
This is Rosie, Mr. Collins. Hello, Rosie. How are you? Sit down.
This one's empty. What a day.
Tom. Hoey.
Tom. Okay, let's go.
Tom. Tom! TOM: Mmm. Yeah.
Twelve more verses, now. (ALL CHUCKLE)
Watch his feet, Kitty. (HARRY CHUCKLES)
We did it! We did it! It's a truce! (KITTY LAUGHS)
We know how to train them. Oh, the way I trained you?
We're the only two left. (SIGHS)
We've taken over the Four Courts. You fucking fool!
Well, he tips me every day. Mmm hmm.
What are you talking about? I have one simple asset.
What are you talking about? It's not possible.
What don't they grow on? Trees.
What? I got a message for you from Kitty.
What's he up to? What?
What's so special about Harry? MICHAEL: I know my men.
What's that? They only last for one day.
What's up? 'WhYd he stop?
What's your name? Pat
Where are you going? (URGING)
Where are you going? (URGING)
Where else? Anywhere else. And look sharp, will you?
Where is she? Fuck! Vaughan's.
Where will you have it, Mr. Grace? Oh, here. Here is fine.
Where'd you get these? You know how they thrive, don't you?
Where'd you get your orders from? The Volunteer Executive.
Where's me breakfast? Time to go, Mick.
Which one of you is Michael Collins? (ALL CLAMORING)
Who's in there? Mellows, Lynch,
Will they shut you up? (CLAMORING)
Winston Churchill as bridesmaids. (LAUGHING)
WOMEN: Yes. Harry, stop. No, no, no, please.
Would we have got past the door? (PEOPLE CHUCKLING)
Yes, Collins has the ball. (CHILDREN LAUGHING)
You did. No.
You did. No.
You sure? Do you wanna hear this? Oh, you don't think so.
You sure? Do you wanna hear this? Oh, you don't think so.
You understand? ALL: Yes, sir!
You were meant to protect him! He was one of them, sir!
You'd be crazy to go, Mick. So, I'm crazy.
You'll be all right then. You're a nurse, Kitty?
You're not nervous? I'm shaking.
You're not so bad yourself. (CHUCKLES)
(ALL LAUGHING) Fucking deadly.
(ALL SHOUTING) MAN: Traitor!
(CANNONS FIRING) (GUNFIRE)
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) MICHAEL: Give us our country back
(EXPLOSIONS) (GUNFIRE)
(GASPING) MAN: Move away from her.
(GROANING) Turn your eyes! Go on!
(GRUNTING) Are you trying to tell me something?
(GUN FIRING) (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUN FIRING) (GROANS)
(GUNFIRE) Ahhh!
(GUNSHOTS) (GLASS BREAKING)
(KNOCKING) Come in!
(MICK COUGHS) Here, your new handkerchief.
(MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ROPE CREAKING) (CHOKING)
(SCREAMS) How are youse?
(SHRIEKS) Come on!
(SHUSHING) Yours, Mick.
(YELLING) (THUDDING)
£33,10 Thank you very much. £33,10.
and the wheels don't buckle. (CHUCKLES)
because I can't hurt you. (SCOFFS)
buy us dinner? Go away.
for recognition of the Irish Republic! (PEOPLE AGREEING)
he whored for Ireland. (ALL LAUGHING)
Its wings are green, white and yellow. Oh, God.
...shot there last week.
'Cause you'll get hurt.
(ALL CHEERING)
(ALL CLAMORING)
(ALL LAUGH)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(APPLAUSE)
(APPLAUSE)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(BREATHING HARD) You got one, too?
(BULLETS PINGING)
(CANNON FIRING)
(CAR APPROACHING)
(CHEERING)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) He's the writing type, Harry.
(CHUCKLES) They're the bandits that he trained, aren't they?
(CHUCKLES) You don't believe me, do you?
(CHUCKLING) What?
(CHUCKUNG)
(CHUCKUNG)
(CHUCKUNG)
(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)
(CLAMORING)
(CLAMORING)
(CLAMORING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(COCKS GUN)
(CONTINUES URGING)
(COUGHING)
(COUGHING)
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(CROWD SHOUTING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE CHUGGING)
(EXCLAIMS) What were the odds?
(EXHALES)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(GASPS)
(GAVEL BANGING)
(GIRL SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(GROANS) Jesus, Mick.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
(GULPS) I'd never get them out.
(GUN COCKING)
(GUNFIRE)
(GUNS COCKING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GUNSHOT)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(HUMMING)
(INAUDIBLE)
(INAUDIBLE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(INDISTINCT MURMURING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT SINGING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
(INDISTINCT)
(INDISTINCT)
(INDISTINCT)
(INDISTINCT)
(INHALES DEEPLY) Have you heard from Harry?
(KEYS JINGLING)
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING) Sign? My foot.
(LAUGHS)
(LOUD CHEERING)
(LOUD CHEERING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)
(MARCHING DRUMS PLAYING)
(MEN couemwe)
(MICHAEL CHUCKLES)
(MICHAEL GROANS)
(MICHAEL LAUGHS)
(MICK SCOFFS)
(PANTING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(PRIEST CHANTING)
(REPEATING ORDER)
(RINGS BELL)
(RINGS BELL)
(RINGS BELL)
(SCOFFS) His nerves are at him.
(SCOFFS) Me arse. You don't look it.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(SIGHING)
(SIGHING)
(SIGHING)
(SIGHING) Vaughan's isn't safe.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS) could you bear it?
(SIGHS) I want a file drawn up on every member of the British administration.
(SIGHS) Rougher than we can imagine.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(SIREN WAILING)
(SNORING)
(SOBBING)
(SOBBING)
(SOFTLY) Bastard.
(SOFTLY) You think I'm joking?
(SOLEMN TUNE PLAYING)
(SPITS)
(STAMMERING) Is this true?
(STAMMERING) You could at least spare my wife this spectacle.
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(TOM GROANING)
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
(VOICE BREAKING) I don't know anything anymore.
(WHIMPERING)
(WHISTLING)
(WOMAN WHIMPERING)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(WOMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(YELLING)
(YELLS)
(SNORES) Hey.
♪ (CONTINUES SINGING SKIBBEREEN) ♪
♪ (SINGING SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR) ♪