Rebellion

It's all for nothing.

And it hurts.

We need to fight with our brains, as well as our hearts.

I am sorry Mrs Mahon.

They killed him!

What about your friends?

Should you not stand with them?

What good would I be doing to them in prison?

The battle's fought, but the war's just beginning.

Fire!

Break it down.

What are you doing?

- My God, what are you doing? - Where are they?

- Who? - You know who I'm talking about.

No, they're good girls, they haven't done anything wrong!

- Oh my God what are you doing!? - Where are they?

No, get out of my house, get out of my house!

What are you doing in my house?

- The back room! - They're not there, nobody's here.

- Under the beds! - You've no right.

Where are they Mrs Cosgrave?

They're out I told you.

It's empty.

That's the attic.

No one's been up there since Mr Cosgrave passed away.

I'm a law abiding citizen.

There's nothing up there.

Where's this door lead?

- Where's this lead? - It's an alleyway.

Detective! Detective here, the back door.

Detective!

Check the alley way, up and down.

Look what you've done to the place!

Haven't I enough to contend with,

why did you have them fetch me to this place Jimmy?

You're allowed see one person before...

I want your forgiveness.

My boy is dead.

Buried without his father.

Who I discover has been sent back to the front,

without being allowed to bury his only son because of this trouble.

I can't forgive you.

That's the only reason I came Jimmy,

to tell you I can't forgive you.

God help me.

Jimmy, get me out.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Sit the man down!

Priest!

Miss.

Close the gate!

Attention!

Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

Squad, right turn!

I lost my nerve George.

And I am glad you did,

and no one needs to know about this so long as you agree to return to duty.

How can I lead my men?

If you refuse to return to duty you'll face a court martial,

cowardice and desertion.

At best your reputation is in tatters and you'll have to wear the

badge of a coward for the rest of your life.

I can't go back.

Everyone now marches to the military drum,

even the lawyers, the champions of civil society.

Stephen I'm begging you...

Deals are all very well and good in theory George,

but this world is one large slaughter house.

You should be back with your own.

Am I not with my own Stephen?

Are you?

I'm sorry Nelly.

I'm going to turn myself in.

No May, you can't give in to them.

They're not going to stop until they find me.

I can't go on hiding like this.

You have to think of your future.

I'll sort it.

Trust me.

Stand to attention.

Stand him up.

You James Mahon did take part in an armed rebellion against His Majesty the king,

and having been tried by courts martial are found guilty,

and sentenced to death.

Handcuff him.

All of your personal belongings will be delivered to your family.

On your feet!

Stand tall men!

Wait there.

At ease!

I came out to fight for an Irish Ireland,

and I am willing to give my life in the pursuit of it.

We'll have to release you.

I'm willing to die for Ireland.

That's good, but too many have died for it already.

- Please discharge the prisoner. - Sir.

Name?

George...

Good God, Lizzie.

Please take a seat Ms Butler.

This prisoner poses no threat, you may leave.

Yes, sir.

You should be defending us George.

And you shouldn't have been out there in the first place, what were you thinking?

Why shouldn't I?

Nine days of these damned trials.

We've done our best.

Between the accused who refuse to defend themselves and a regime

intent on drowning this rebellion in a sea of blood.

Was there a prisoner named Jimmy?

James Mahon, George?

He's been tried already.

Refused to even recognise the court, what could we do?

What do you mean what could you do?

God, you've been here at Kilmainham Lizzie,

you women must have heard them every morning.

I wouldn't have thought you and this Mahon were close...

Which morning George?

I understand General Maxwell ratified the sentence yesterday.

Why do you ask about him and you don't ask anything about Stephen?

We need to talk about your case Lizzie.

I'll do all I can for you.

Recommend leniency.

If you testify that you were misled,

perhaps by this Mahon character,

you could say he persuaded you?

Why is it you men think

that every serious thing a woman does

is the result of being in love with some man,

or being misled by some man?

I beg your pardon, I was only trying to help.

I know what you were trying to do.

What every man tries to do to every woman.

I know my own mind George.

In that case I have no alternative.

You will be detained here to await sentencing.

Take her!

What did the police want?

Was it about Peter?

It was Jimmy.

Is he okay?

Why did they want to see you?

He just wanted to know we're all right.

The police came out all this way,

to get you, so Jimmy could ask you if we're all right?

They're going to shoot him, aren't they?

Not after Peter, now da being sent off.

What are we going to do?

We keep going Minnie.

That's what we've got to do.

It's all we can do.

You should be gone to work.

My uncle's going to be executed.

Has been for all I know.

To hell with work!

Mrs Butler gave us the money for Peter's funeral,

without that I don't know how we'd be surviving,

so hurry along and don't be abusing that good woman's generosity.

I earned that money myself.

How could you earn Ј10 skivvying?

Hmm?

She's a saint.

The one good thing that's happened us.

Can your friends at the castle not do anything?

I talked to Hammond for you,

he's under something or other.

He tells me that they're powerless.

Secret executions,

dawn raids,

hundreds, thousands being held without charges.

General Maxwell acting like...

an eastern potentate!

And these are the people you tell me that we must remain loyal to Edward?

They're stamping out disloyalty.

No Edward, forced loyalty is slavery.

What is it?

Nothing.

Since Elizabeth was named amongst the rebel prisoners

many of my oldest and best customers

have asked to withdraw their business.

I don't blame them.

No one wants to bank with someone whose own child was among the rabble.

She isn't a child Edward, and they are not rabble.

However much you or your friends might disagree with them.

And it's your bank.

Let the old families leave.

There will be new ones.

They're our people darling,

well my people at least.

Well,

you can be...

England's slave and that of your customers.

But not me.

What is it you've got against her Coleman?

Me, I can understand why you wouldn't like me.

But Lizzie?

She's different.