The Wind That Shakes the Barley

Come on! Come on!

Come on, lads, throw it in!

You should have got rid of the ball.

You can't take it home with you.

You can't take it home with you, right?

It's a free-out.

Oh, ref, that's a disgrace!

He held it too long. Shut your mouth!

Give me the ball, ref.

The ball is there.

I want to see more of that!

Come on, Shane.

Come on, Shane. That's right.

Come on, Teddy.

Come on, Chris. Come on.

Teddy O'Donovan...

If you don't stop, I'll put you off.

You're not playing hurling.

Ah, go away.

It's all right. It's all right.

Come on, shake my hand. Shake my hand.

- He is right. - Let the man fight for himself.

We didn't come here to fight.

- Ah, go away. - We came here to play.

You're on your last warning. You go away.

Come on, Teddy!

Come on! Come on! Kick it in.

Come on, Johnny! Come on!

Kick it in!

Hey, Chris, you all right?

You all right there?

Grand. - Ah, that's good.

We're going to miss you on the fullback line.

- When you off to London, doc? - Ah, the weekend.

What in the name of Jesus are you going over there for?

Are there not enough sick people in Ireland, Damien?

To lick the King's ass.

With a tongue like yours, Tim,

you'd be able to cure his piles and all.

Want to sort your own out first, boy.

I want to go up, see Peggy and your mam.

She's up at the farm. We'll head up now?

Grand.

Hi, Mam.

Damien Carey's heading away at the weekend.

He wants to say good-bye.

Welcome, Damien.

Hello, Peggy.

Your mother and father would have been very proud of you.

They would indeed. They would indeed.

They'll be watching over you, Damien.

- Sinead. - Hopefully they will.

Always knew you'd make it to the top.

Well, I'm only starting, really.

Don't be shy now.

You're going to one of the very best hospitals in the world.

It is, I suppose.

- It is. - It is.

Hello, Sinead.

Damien. When you off?

The weekend.

I wish you all the best.

Thanks. Thanks very much.

- Mind yourself now. - I will.

Right.

God will protect you, son. I know he will.

Thanks, Peggy.

All right. All right. All right...

Get over there!

Get over there! Against the wall!

Against the wall now!

Don't move a muscle!

Don't look at me!

Move!

Right.

How many times have you bastards,

you Mick bastards, been told, eh?

Defence of the Realm Act, do you understand?

All public meetings are banned,

and that includes your poxy little games.

Do you understand?

Check their details.

I want names. I want addresses.

I want occupation.

- Name? - Con O'Sullivan.

- Louder! - Con O'Sullivan!

Balingeary.

Ironmonger.

- Name? - Chris Reilly.

- Louder! - Chris Reilly.

Don't look at me, boy.

Reaves estate...

by the crossroads.

Farm laborer.

More like a prick!

Don't grin at me, you bastard.

- Name. - Look down.

Your name!

What's that shit?

He doesn't want riddles.

He wants your name, in English.

Tell him... Shut the fuck up.

Tell him.

Bit of a comic, are we, boy?

Can you see me laughing?

Well, laugh at this.

The lot of you, strip off, now!

Shut up, you bitch! Move!

- Officer, officer... - Shut the fuck up!

Move! Move!

I'm telling you his name.

His name is Micheail O'Sullivan.

He lives with me.

Strip off right now. Right now!

- Do it! Quicker! - Do it right now!

Oh, don't, Micheail. Please take your clothes off.

Take your bastard trousers off, you prick!

Your bollocks are in a bag. They're not going to drop out. Come on!

- Sarge, we got a tough guy over here! - Take your shirt off!

Take your clothes off, Micheail.

When I say strip, I mean fucking strip.

Bastard!

Get up, you little bastard!

There is no one involved here, all right?

Get up over there.

He's only a 17-year-old. He's done nothing.

Shut up! Shut it! Shut the fuck up!

Micheail O'Sullivan is his name.

He's not involved in anything.

Shut up!

- Against the wall. - Stay back!

Stay inside.

He's not involved in anything!

- Shut up! - 17 years of age, Micheail O'Sullivan.

Shut up!

Get back in your trough, you fucking sow!

- Get back, you old bitch! - Micheail!

He's 17 years of age, and isn't involved in anything.

Yet you come here, beating women and children.

Is this it? Is that your game, huh?

Micheail! Let him out.

That's him done, Sarge.

Right, lads!

Start backing off!

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

God... Take him down.

Take him... Micheail?

Micheail?

- Micheail? - Micheail?

- Micheail? - Oh, Jesus.

He's dead and gone.

He's gone.

Oh, no.

Lads.

Right, Damien?

- Hey, lads. - All right.

Do you want a cigarette?

Tell you, lads, it's the last straw.

Benny McCabe, 10 days ago, you know?

Innocent. What did he do?

Cutting turf.

And then there was Seamus. Shirt and tie.

And Young Ernie across the way there.

All young fellas from the parish.

- And poor Micheail inside. - It's happening to everyone.

You can't leave us now, Damien.

Some of us have the brawn.

Some have the brains.

Not after this.

We need you now more than we ever needed you.

So what have you got to say for yourself?

Think about it, Damien.

We've got to get these bastards, lads, drive them out.

I agree, we have to drive them out.

How many British soldiers in the country, Tim?

- Too many. - How many?

- There's about 10,000, Damien. - 10,000.

- Mm-hmm. - Tans?

- Mm-hmm. - Artillery units?

Machine gun corps?

- Cavalry? - And many more besides.

What's your point, Damien?

It's young men like Micheail we're talking about, Teddy.

Micheail was a real Irishman, Damien.

You're a coward, Damien.

I'm a coward?

And you're a hero, is it, Ned?

And you're going to take on the British Empire

with your hurling, is that it?

- It's better than walking. - Stun the bastards.

For Christ's sake, Damien, what about Micheail?

Look, Micheail was killed

because he wouldn't say his name in English.

Is that what you call a martyr, Teddy, is it?

So we should all buy a one-way ticket to London.

Is that it, Damien?

Damien?

Sinead.

- Bye, Sinead. - We have to do something.