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But he was the one that wrote.
If not, they will arrest the cabinet.
-(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) - MICHAEL: Give us our country back
A sod of turf.. Wrong ! thats a weapon
Don't be flippant, Michael.
And life is possible.
- Jesus, I hate you. -(CHUCKLES)
(LOUD CHEERING)
- There's only one way to beat them, then. - What's that?
MAN. You asked who?
Come on! Move it.
Dev! You can't do this to me!
And I don't need to tell you, it's either them or us.
- And who's your father? - He's dead.
Come on.
But he would have said it better, Joe.
Jailbreaks.
But we have a weapon more powerful
Let the man speak!
-(SHRIEKS) - Come on!
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
They call us murderers.
Tell him that Mick Collins says he wants to stop this bloody mayhem.
Ladies, is it or is it not Mick's turn?
(GUNS FIRING)
He's scared to leave the two of us together.
(GROANING)
The minister does not like what I have say!
Don't you see a certain paradox in that?
Come on!
Fuck and blast him, anyway!
What do you think?
What are you talking about?
(SNORING)
Mick.
Sit down.
Looks like it.
I want every new file copied and sent to me.
He's read the papers. Come on.
Thanks, Mick.
Put it away, Joe.
We've cleaned them out of everywhere, out of West Cork.
Any casualties?
But our tactics
by the Irish people.
Come on, Joe, four pints.
MAN. Cease firing!
(GUNSHOT)
BOY: Who the fuck are you?
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
What did they hit you with?
I'm going, Mick.
- Harry. - What?
Sir, haven't I a civil war to run?
where they bank, down to what they eat for breakfast.
Check upstairs!
You've been on my heels for weeks, now.
Not you, Harry.
(GUNFIRE)
For every gob-shite in this country, no matter what side that we're on.
Behind you.
(RINGS BELL)
I want recognition from President Wilson for an Irish Republic.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Dev, you can't be serious.
the price of peace, is the blackening of my name,
Mind your language.
MICHAEL: How do you think we even got them to this point,
- We're the only two left. -(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
It's written on your face.
Do you think they got the message?
I mean large-scale engagements.
There you go.
Christ, not again! Come on.
Take it with you.
I did wade through rivers of blood.
HARRY: So near, yet he can't touch him.
- Where will you have it, Mr. Grace? - Oh, here. Here is fine.
What the bloody hell?
What's all this about, Rory?
He made it possible.
- It's not safe-- - Do as you're told.
- Broy. %GRUNTS)
Mick, Dev's negotiating.
(COUGHING)
This the best you've got?
Clean sheets, I think.
Michael,
'Cause you'll get hurt.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Hello
(wnucnue)
Nobody tonight stays in your usual places.
I and my deputies are going to leave this house.
Come on! Come on!
Have a drink.
you'll engage the enemy in nobody's terms but your own.
- MAN: Churchill has offered us artillery! - Let Churchill do his own dirty work!
Can't leave here...
Ireland should Arm Ukraine
Ta.
MICHAEL: Christ, the whole of Dublin must be out there, Harry.
We'd never get away with it.
(GASPS)
I was a length ahead.
You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.
Who'll give in first, Joe?
Words. Just words. (GROANS)
(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)
(COUGHING)
Jesus!
The fact that the candidate you're being asked to vote for
Mick!
BROY: What's so special about them?
So, what's your name?
What are you talking about? Broy wasn't out.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Toothcomb, gentlemen.