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Michael Collins Script
He made it possible.
Fire!
Cease firing!
Cease firing!
Move forward!
Come forward!
slowly.
Quick...march!
Pick your feet up!
Pearse...
McDonagh.
Thomas Clarke.
Connolly.
Till when?
Eamon de Valera.
Fire!
"The fact...
"America...
"Either way...
"I am ready...
"for what...
"comes.
"is a dream...
"no longer".
Fire!
"proclaimed it.
"they shoot...
"forever.
"And from...
"the day...
"Michael...
"is...
"a fact.
"We defeat...
"by...
"ignoring it".
Paradox.
A contradiction.
And him.
Who?
Fuck.
Grand so.
But...
That weapon...
is our refusal!
We will!
Clear a path!
Clear a path!
Kitty.
Is Harry here?
Downstairs.
I'm nothing.
He's dead.
Grand so.
"'Till our
"'Wedding day"'
No, please.
Shut up.
Stop it.
Morning.
Morning.
Behave yourself.
Am I dreaming?
Show me.
What's that?
Fucking deadly.
What is it now?
Stand up!
Jesus wept.
Five minutes.
Sit down.
Have a drink.
What's this?
Don't!
I know.
Intelligence.
Bullshit.
tonight.
I disagree.
I... am...
serious, Michael.
Fuck them.
Mother of God.
Pull in.
Come on.
Jesus Christ.
Which minister?
The same.
Jailbreaks.
Vaguely.
All right...
See you.
Go away.
Want to bet?
Leave me alone!
Give me an ear!
Look...
No...
Only me.
You did.
'Twas him.
Peter Pan.
How is it?
Is Broy here?
Inspector Broy?
Down there.
- Who is it? - Grace, sir, John Grace.
Don't.
Use this.
Sorry.
Irish Volunteers.
More IRB.
Jesus wept.
Girl.
Have a drink.
Take it.
Wait a minute.
Mick, you're pushing it.
Why?
How rough?
Very rough.
That's rough.
Working.
Where?
Tom...
Afraid so.
Look.
Informers.
What?
Yes.
So...
It's a joke.
Give us a name.
What for?
Cullen.
We threaten you!
What?
Go on!
Ned?
Tommy.
Hoey.
How unhealthy?
to every G man.
praying together.
your integrity.
And if prayer...
Raid!
Grand.
Stop them!
"Riddled"? Riddled?
Get out.
This morning.
Go on.
Look.
At what?
Bloody mayhem.
Yep.
Know what?
I hate them.
Fuck's sake.
Come on!
Emergency supplies!
What's this?
I know.
No, he is. Lay low for a week. That nose of his is hard
to hide.
He wants to go to America.
There's only one force they understand and you know it!
Dev!
Chief!
Upstairs!
Go on!
Move!
Forget files!
There.
Thanks, Mick.
I don't know.
It's a sign.
My foot.
I pray it will.
You promise?
See you.
Papers, miss.
Lads, lads...
Sorry, Kitty.
Come on.
Toothcomb, gentlemen.
Toothcomb.
Fuck off!
No addresses?
Broy, sir.
Broy.
Yes. Broy.
Ta.
Nineteen.
Tom, move.
This is Rosie.
I come in at nine.
He's a gentleman.
Ta.
Come on.
Thank you.
Understood?
Let's go.
No.
Come on!
Yes, sir.
Or is it Broy?
Broy, sir.
Good night.
Stay on him.
Kitty, please.
Please.
The Gresham.
Come in!
Here.
Not tonight.
Words.
Just words.
Am I allowed to guess?
Yes.
He wrote.
He always writes.
Let me go!
I can walk!
I can walk!
Anything.
I promise.
Do it now!
Jesus!
Come on!
Go!
Is that all?
"to love".
Come on!
So, Mick...
flowers delivered.
Any casualties?
Broy.
Us or them?
Grand.
Where?
Great.
I'm grand.
But our...
tactics...
marching to slaughter.
Why don't we save them the bother and blow our own
brains out?
to consider talking?
murderers.
Had you been here the past year, you'd know that!
I propose an assault...
The guns!
Leave them!
As little as that?
I lied.
Nobody knows.
Jesus Christ.
Kitty's down.
So I heard.
Optimistic or no...
she won.
So I won...
Why not?
Now where am I?
Three-legged race.
It's over!
What's over?
It's over.
It's finished?
We've won?
Yes.
What?
You know how far we can push them. They know you.
Please!
You.
And me...
Why?
What's he up to?
He is.
That's him.
Don't.
Why not?
I'm sorry.
No.
Lucky Mick.
Is this true?
What?
You sent me there knowing they were the best we'd get.
Christ.
Mr. Griffith has described Mr. Collins as the man who won
the war!
a mystical character...
which he certainly is not!
I would plead...
Thank you.
is to .
A majority of seven...
I want it to go...
to the country...
And it is this:
It can only...
be disestablished...
As a protest...
the Republic...
I...
and my deputies...
Traitors!
Traitors, all!
Very rarely.
Now what?
This treaty...
of fellow Irishmen!
then so be it!
The Volunteers...
in order to get...
Irish freedom!
After years....
After years....
Kitty, don't!
Yours.
Yeah.
You will?
Yeah.
Keep it off.
Why?
Jesus' sake.
I am old.
Bald, then.
The people have spoken for the treaty you brought home!
Maybe he will.
Stop!
Come upstairs.
You're engaged?
Me too.
Right.
What?
We fight.
You've said what you had to say and you can go now.
Get out!
- Do it! - Fire!
What happened?
Stop!
Stop!
What happened?
- But he's dead, sir. - And you killed him, you little
git!
Go on!
Not in Dublin.
Where, then?
West Cork...
Gentlemen.
Any news?
Fuck!
Go on.
Is it him?
"And that's
Tell him...
Here.
Jesus, Mick.
Around : .
Little snot.
Beal Na Blath?
What's up?
We're stopped?
Roadblock.
Move it!
How long?
Two minutes.
Get down!
Talk to me!
Don't go!
I'm sorry.
I just heard.
I'm sorry.
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