Michael Collins (1996) Soundboard Edit

A load of them shot their way through to... Heading for the Catacombs.

A mystical character, which he certainly is not!

All right, all right.

And did people of Ireland think we were liars

And from the day of our release,

And get a bit of color in your face.

And if it is only with civil war

And maybe I did.

And that weapon is our refusal!

And until our boys are armed, nothing's going to happen

And you know what I think then?

And you will have to do the shooting.

Ask them to talk, and they won't

Aye, but what a day, Mick.

Aye. And he wants me to go with him.

Béal na mBléth?

Broy, sir.

But he thought them worth taking.

But he's dead.

But if they stand by it, I'll stand by it.

But it's not easy with a Fenian in your bed.

But please, let's save the country.

But we have a weapon more powerful

But, Mick, you're more than good

But!

By the Irish people.

CATHAL: I am getting very tired of watching this spectacle

CATHAL: Please! Please!

Check the other side.

Come on, get up! Come on, get up, you drunken...

Come on!

Come on!

Come on. Up ahead.

Come to flog us that bloody treaty, have you?

Dev as best man. Lloyd George,

Dev! You can't do this to me!

Do you think they got the message?

Do you understand? I'm trying.

Don't go, don't go on me! Mick!

EAMON: For what, Father?

EAMON: I could.

Every step they take

Fire!

Flowers delivered.

From your very own plenipotentiary subject

Fussing all the time!

Get off

Give it to me, give it to me! Here, get off!

Give me the Mail, would you?

Go away home to your mothers, all of you!

Go on.

Go to America then, blast you! But leave me Boland!

Harry, talk to me, will you?

HARRY: Mind your tongue. MICHAEL: I fucking will in future.

Have a drink, Tom.

He wanted someone else to bring back the bad news.

He was one of us.

He's washing, you see, behind the screen, so I don't see him.

Here, here.

Here's one.

Hmm?

How does the minister know this?

How many we lose?

I can't hear you!

I can't run a war without Harry Boland!

I hate them for making hate necessary.

I hate them.

I propose an assault

I see you've been having fun in my absence.

I suppose it's up to us.

I want to thank you.

I'm grand

I'm nothing.

I'm so sorry.

I've something for you.

If they're stupid enough to stay in the Castle,

It's the only thing we've got.

Jesus' sake.

JOE: Welcome back, chief

Just wanted to make sure he wouldn't get up.

Kitty!

Like so many valentines

MAN: Black and Tan scum!

MAN: Quick march!

MAN. You asked who?

Maybe both of us

Maybe he will, Michael.

Maybe I can force it out.

MICHAEL: Drive! Hop t0!

MICHAEL: Fuck them.

MICHAEL: Good evening, lads.

MICHAEL: Leave them!

MICHAEL: Maybe we should settle down.

MICHAEL: What's that?

Mick, we'll never get through!

Mick!

Mick!

Mick. How are you?

Mick. Mick.

Mind your language.

Miss Kiernan?

Move three paces back, now!

Ned?

No, he is.

No.

No.

No. But we can't let the Long Fella hang around, Harry.

Not for their race, not for their brutality.

Not once was the demand

Not you, Harry.

Now where am I?

Now, any of ye with any qualms, there's the door.

Now, relax, you bastard.

Of those who proclaimed it.

Old enough to see your hair turn gray.

One after the other.

Optimistic or no, she won

Our uniform will be that of the man on the street, the peasant in the field.

Over to..

Paradox.

Passport. Your name's Harry Clyne until you get there, all right?

Pearse.

Please!

Right.

Same old story. You need something better.

See you.

Since you Dublin boyos can't sort out this Collins,

So, how was America?

So, Mr. Collins is asking us

So, then we'll have to get worse?

So, what's your game, Mr. Broy?

SOAMES: The trouble with the Irish, they sing at the drop of a hat

Stop them!

Stop!

Stupid Irish cow!

Tear up that treaty.

Thank you

That every man jack of us is to be arrested tonight

That we can get our independence, then so be it!

That's rough, all right.

The body or the lash?

The English language was never meant to be spoken like that.

The game's over, Harry

The lads say it is a sign.

The minister does not like what I have say!

The sooner we finish, the sooner we go home.

There was a man in West Cork who proposed to five sisters

There's a butterfly been seen in West Clare.

There's only one kind of force they understand and you know it!

They keep to themselves

They know what we ate for breakfast.

They set my roof on fire With their cursed foreign spleen

They're filling up the Castle from Belfast, Harry.

They're trying to fucking kill me. Get down!

To love

Vaguely

Very rarely.

Wait a minute.

We lost again.

We were elected by the people of Ireland.

We'll have our own government

Well, thank you, boy. That'll be all.

What are you saying over there, Boland, you Dublin jackeen?

What does the minister think?

What have you got?

What if it's just beginning?

What the bloody hell?

What?

What's all this about, Rory?

What's all this, huh?

When we meant to uphold the Irish Republic?

Where can he find you?

Who'll take my place?

Why not?

Will you marry me? Yeah?

With the blood of fellow lrishmen!

With the flowers?

WOMAN: Oh, God

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Yes. Broy.

You bitch. You bitch

You go, Dev.

You mean you'd kill for it first.

You sure it's from Dev?

You're a queer bloody G man.

You're hurting me.

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

After 700 years! (GUNSHOTS)

And he sleeps in his trousers. (GROANS)

But, sadly, he snores. I do not

Do you remember Kitty? (CLEARS THROAT)

Don't have a game. Why did you give me that list?

Fire! (GUNS FIRING)

Fire! (GUNS FIRING)

Harry, for heaven's sake! (DOOR OPENS)

It's market day. (SHEEP BLEATING)

MAN: Fire! (GUNS FIRING)

Over there, you thick

Right

That is idle speculation. No, it's the truth

This morning. Boys.

TOM: What for? Christ, the 12 Apostles.

We'll defend the Repub Forget about the Republic!

What? Here, for the cough.

Who? Come on.

Whose terms, Pat? Our terms.

Why? Don't ask questions.

Will you write? I will.

Informers. Hmm?

'Twas him.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(BREATHING HARD) Or face the music, Hoey.

(CHOKING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

(CLAMORING)

(COUGHING)

(COUGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE CHUGGING)

(EXPLODING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(LOUD CHEERING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(MEN ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(RINGS BELL)

(SCOFFING) You must be joking?

(SIGHS)

(SOFT KNOCKING)

(SOFTLY) What type are you?

(VOCALIZING)

(wnucnue)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

%GUNSHOT) (WATER SPLASHING)

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