Michael Collins (1996) Edit

A contradiction.

A majority of seven

A noble call is mine and I call on Michael.

Absolutely. Shameless hussies, the lot of them.

Afraid so, sir.

Afraid so.

After 700 years!

After tonight, I could handle anything.

Against the ratification of this treaty,

Ah, go away.

Ah, shut up, the two of you. I'm leaving no one.

Ah, whatever it was, it was hard.

Ah!

Ah... Dev's part of it, huh?

All I know is you're from the Castle

All I'm missing is the high heels.

All marching in step toward slaughter.

All right, grand so.

All right, ma.

All right, Michael, how are you?

All right, you've won.

All these years, no one knows what I look like.

All work and no play.

ALL: Yes.

Allowed the British press to paint us as murderers.

Am I allowed to guess?

Am I dreaming?

America

And as president of the Irish Republic,

And every one of us they shoot,

And have you never heard of common courtesy?

And him.

And I don't need to tell you, it's either them or us.

And I want them lifted. Tonight!

And I want to know that you'll do the same.

And I want to set up an outfit that'll rectify that.

And I want you to account for every bullet, you understand?

And I won't go to war over the form of words.

And I yours, Father.

And I'll do what I have to do to end it.

And if he saw you now, do you know what he'd say?

And if prayer can transcend these things,

And it is this.

And it's very important that he doesn't know, Harry.

And just what is my brief, Cathal?

And life is possible.

And life without them seems impossible.

And maybe I never will.

And me as president of the Irish Republic.

And miss out on all of the fun?

And so you could chase us some more.

And some bits and pieces money and the like.

And surely, it's time for peace.

And that'll be you.

And the Castle spies and informers run us through like woodworm.

And the partition of the northern part of the country!

And then all of Dublin can throw a hooley.

And then his hand comes over the screen with a half crown in it.

And time is of the essence.

And we can use it to achieve whatever Republic we want.

And what's more, Dev, you sent me there

And what's your brief?

And who are you?

And who's blood do you think he's talking about?

And who's Dev when he's at home?

And who's Dev when he's at home?

And you're a lady, Rosie. Shut up, you.

And, Joe, take a letter.

Any casualties?

Any institution, but our own!

Any news?

Any of ye who've read Irish history will know that movements like ours

Anything.

Apologies, gentlemen.

Are we discussing the treaty, or discussing myself?

Are you saying things are gonna get worse?

Are you serious?

Are youse deaf, or what?

Around 12:00.

As a protest

As a stepping stone toward the ultimate freedom!

As if the Republic is a fact.

As long as we have.

As you may know,

Aye, just the two of us?

Back to your posts.

Be a big bloody wedding, Mick.

Be kind of rude not to give him an answer.

Beal na mBléth, there's a farmhouse to the left on the Bandon side.

Beautiful.

Because once I start, there'll be no stopping me.

Because you knew they were the best we could get.

Begging your pardon, ma'am. How do I get out of here?

Behind you.

Better Belfast efficiency's what they need.

Better lay low for a week. That nose of his is hard to hide.

Between Ireland and England.

Bit of a traffic: jam here, lads.

Bloody mayhem.

BOY: Who the fuck are you?

Brings more people

Bro y.

Brought to bear on the British government.

Broy, sir.

BROY: Don't.

BROY: What's so special about them?

Bullshit.

But as Minister for Intelligence, I'd like to inform you

But at the moment, remains a part of the British Empire.

But he never did what anyone expected.

But he was the one that wrote.

But he would have said it better, Joe.

But I can appreciate your integrity.

But I'd like you to send them a message!

But if I did know this Dev, what would you say to him?

But it gives us freedom to achieve the Republic. Peacefully.

But it is that simple, Mr. Broy.

But it's not worth fighting for anymore.

But nobody could have!

But now I swear they're trying to defeat us by force of verbiage.

But our tactics

But we have to swear allegiance to the English Crown.

But whatever you do, you don't let them near you, do you hear me?

But you could get me in.

But your war is over now.

But, as you said, I've been on your heels for weeks,

By ignoring it.

By the lifeblood

Call me if anything's up, yeah?

Can a man not say goodbye to his wife in peace?

Can I trust him?

Can you even see Churchill shaking my hand?

Can you get a typist in your sight?

Can you trust anyone these days, chief?

Can't leave here...

Can't risk it any longer, Mick.

Can't tell you. No, no, no, listen, everything's fine.

Can't tell you. No, no, no, listen, everything's fine.

Careful.

CAT HAL: Intelligence.

CATHAL: Mr. Griffith, Mr. Griffith

Cease firing!

Cease firing!

Check upstairs!

Christ, not again! Come on.

Christ, pure genius. What?

Christ, the G man was right.

Christ.

Christ.

Churchill handpicked them.

Clean sheets, I think.

Clear a path!

Clear a path!

Come forward!

Come here, Boland! Come here!

Come here.

Come in, Mr. Grace.

Come in, Mr. Grace.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, Dev. Push.

Come on, Gama“!

Come on, get the convoy together.

Come on, it's my round.

Come on, Joe, four pints.

Come on, lads.

Come on, man, do you want to start a civil war?

Come on, Mick!

Come on, Mick. Give us a song.

Come on, move.

Come on, relax.

Come on, talk to me.

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Go on!

Come on! Go!

Come on! Move it.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. We'll get you cleaned up and take you home.

Come upstairs.

Cork? (CHUCKLES) Fuck!

Could you handle it?

Cullen. (SCOFFS)

Delivering bouquets.

Dev, remember one thing over there.

Dev, two minutes to the next watch.

Dev, you can't be serious.

Did it ever strike you, you were good at it?

Do I get to wear that hat? (CHUCKLES)

Do sleep at home tonight.

Do what you have to do.

Do you have anything to say?

Do you know the funny thing, Harry?

Do you mind telling me what it is, then?

Do you not hear me! I said put the gun down!

Do you send a love note, Mick,

Do you seriously expect us to give an oath of allegiance to the Crown?

Do you think that'd fix it?

Does anybody know what I look like?

Doesn't he come from there?

Doesn't he have a face, this Collins? Hmm?

Doesn't he have corporeal form?

Don't be flippant, Michael.

Don't do this to me, Dev. Don't do it.

Don't expect it to be pleasant.

Don't I know it.

Don't let them near you.

Don't threaten us, you Fenian swine.

Don't you ever calm down?

Don't you let it start, then.

Don't you see a certain paradox in that?

Don't!

Don't.

Downstairs.

Drinks for the county on me.

Dublin detective riddled with bullets.

Eamon de Valera.

EAMON: We've broached it with him, we've had no objections.

EAMON. As little as that?

EAMON. I'll try mine.

EAMON. Mind your language.

EAMON. That's no excuse for obscenities.

EAMON. They cannot imprison us forever.

Either way,

Emergency supplies.

Fenian stories by the fireside.

Files on the IRB in England, Scotland, America.

Files on the IRB, England, Scotland, America,

Find out what they eat for breakfast.

Fire!

Five minutes. Five.

For every gob shite in this country, no matter what side that we're on.

For fuck's sake, we put up with this bollocks every fucking day!

For fuck's sake.

For God's sake, Joe, would you give me one free night to be a human being!

For the first time in my life, I'm scared.

For the treaty you brought home!

Forget the files!

Form up in three columns across the square.

Four weeks. (SIGHS) But keep it a secret.

Fuck and blast him, anyway!

Fuck it. It's worked for us so far.

Fuck, Jesus, don't go on us, Mick! Please! Don't!

Fuck.

Fucking...

Gentlemen, we'll be relieving you of your responsibilities.

Gentlemen.

Get him out! Go, get him out!

Get me a list of the 12 best men in the Dublin Division.

Get out.

Get out.

Get those bloody carts off the road! Come on, move it!

Get up off the parliamentary side of your arse,

Get up, you Fenian swine. Get up!

Get your things, Kitty.

Girl.

Give me everything you've got.

Give me that.

Give up our jobs?

Give us a name, Ned.

Go on!

Go on!

Go on! Fuck off and leave me alone!

Go on.

Go, will you!

Go!

God bless you, Rosie.

God forgive us, Harry.

Good at what?

Good Christ. Do they know that?

Good day, Mr. Broy.

Good luck, mates.

Gorgeous, Kitty. Beautiful.

Got it. Got it!

Grab that bag, one of youse. Come on.

Grand evening. What are you doing here, Mick?

Grand so.

Grand.

Had you been here the past year, you'd know that!

Half an hour or so.

Hands in the air.

Hang on, Rosie.

Harry, come on. Move.

HARRY; (WHISPERING) Come On, Mick.

HARRY: (SOFTLY) Now, he hasn't a note in his head.

HARRY: Ah, well, I suppose that's how it goes.

HARRY: How are you?

HARRY: I agree, you West Cork muck savage.

HARRY: So near, yet he can't touch him.

HARRY: You lied? About what?

HARRY: You look like a ghost!

HARRY. Put that gun down!

HARRY. Shut up, you.

HARRY. Where the hell have you been?

Has himself described the treaty

Have a drink.

Have always been destroyed by paid spies and informers.

Have they got Mick Collins yet?

Have you got any reply?

Have you told him?

He always writes.

He got the British out of here, and no one expected that.

He is.

He knew the risk he was taking when he went down there.

He knew they wouldn't give us the Republic. That's why he sent me.

He made it possible.

He says he'll meet you tomorrow.

He thinks Harry was with them.

He told me to drop by if I had any information.

He took them for us.

He was made a romantic figure,

He was my chief, always.

He wrote.

He's come all this way.

He's read the papers. Come on.

He's right, chief.

He's scared to leave the two of us together.

Here.

Here.

Hereinafter to be referred to as The Letter.

Hey kid, what's your name?

Hey, fuck off!

Hey, hey, hey, give over, Harry, will ya?

His half Of it?

Hmm?

Hmm?

How are you keeping, Mick?

How are you, Charlie?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How dare you!

How do they know we were coming?

How do we know it's genuine?

How in God's name, did these people ever get to run an empire?

How long?

How much do you want to bet?

How much longer can we hold out?

How rough?

How the fuck are we supposed to get in? We haven't even got bullets!

How will I get hurt?

How would you like a new boss, Joe?

How would you like a new boss, Joe?

How'd you get this?

How'd you get this?

Huh?

I am old.

I am ready for what comes.

I am serious, Michael.

I and my deputies are going to leave this house.

I assure everything's possible if you wish hard enough.

I can live with that.

I can walk!

I can walk!

I can't do without you! I told him that.

I can't hold on much longer, Mick.

I can't imagine it.

I can't pretend to understand your politics.

I come from a long line of baldies.

I come in at 9:00.

I did wade through rivers of blood.

I didn't ask you. I asked him.

I didn't think he would.

I disagree.

I don't know why!

I don't know.

I don't want any bullshit, Mick.

I don't want to go.

I doubt if we can hold out for another week.

I empty the basket and take the linen.

I fucking asked him!

I had a look at their files. They know more about us than we do.

I hate them because they've left us no way out.

I hate to say it, Mick, but you've a right to be.

I hate whoever put a gun in young Vinny Byrne's hand.

I have nothing more to say to you!

I have to tell you.

I hereby appoint you Minister for General Mayhem.

I hope the country sees it as such.

I hope the country sees it as such.

I just heard.

I know exactly where I'm going!

I know it doesn't give us the Republic,

I know it's me and I hate myself for it.

I know what some of you've been through.

I know when I'm not wanted.

I know.

I know.

I know. Come on.

I leave you so. Here's your ticket.

I left the Brits in the ha'penny place and that's what I'm scared of,

I like the sound of your voice, Mick.

I mean large scale engagements.

I miss the way it used to be.

I pray it will.

I promise.

I promised Harry I'd look after you.

I read the papers.

I said, you're hurting me!

I saw him and I plugged him from above.

I shouldn't have left, should I have, Kitty?

I suppose it does set a historical precedent.

I think if you backed up, then we could back up,

I think you are.

I want a list of anyone with a remote connection with this geezer.

I want each of those to capture ten more.

I want every new file copied and sent to me.

I want it so much, I'd die for it.

I want it to go

I want names, addresses, clubs,

I want recognition from President Wilson for an Irish Republic.

I want recognition from the president of the United States.

I want the moral force of international opinion

I want to petition the American public for their support.

I was a length ahead.

I was building up to a proposal.

I was hunted through the hills by slaves who served a foreign queen.

I will gladly pay it.

I will not fight against men I trained with, I fought with!

I would have followed him to hell if he'd asked me.

I would plead with every person here.

I'd be better off in Longford.

I'd say fifty to one is optimistic.

I'll burn you!

I'll make a fucking army out of you if it's the last thing I do.

I'll take you home again, Kathleen.

I'll try. Now, come on, you got to leave.

I'm changing your brief, Harry.

I'm flogging fuck all. I've come to buy.

I'm going to live to see you old.

I'm going, Mick.

I'm gonna have to lock you in.

I'm happy for you both.

I'm in love with him.

I'm minister for gunrunning, daylight robbery and general mayhem.

I'm my father's daughter.

I'm no good at talk. I'm a yob from West Cork, Dev.

I'm not a politician. I'm not going to London.

I'm not a politician. I'm not going to London.

I'm not his bloody wife!

I'm not sure.

I'm only telling you

I'm out.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm the fucker that asked to meet Dev.

I'm the fucker that asked to meet Dev.

I've got a birth cert done for you,

I've information relating to the guttersnipe called Collins.

I've known the two of you for four years.

I've said it before and I'll say it again,

If any of us are lifted, we're dead.

If it had been made, we knew it would have been refused!

If Mr. Collins has been gulled, we'll sleep soundly.

If not, they will arrest the cabinet.

If the price of freedom,

If they reject it, I reject it.

If they shut me up, who'll take my place?

If we are to negotiate as a legitimate government,

If we don't get there first, things might have to get rough.

If you hear anyone outside, don't make a sound.

If you're caught, you're on your own.

If you're going down, I'm going with you.

In favor of the treaty.

In open defiance of His Majesty's government.

In open defiance of His Majesty's government.

In order to get Irish freedom!

In the letters that preceded the negotiations,

Indeed, I do. How are you, Kitty? Do you remember me?

Index to the files.

Inspector Broy?

Irish Volunteers.

Is a dream no longer.

Is at this moment,

Is Harry here, too?

Is it him?

Is it true what I heard?

Is it true, Mick, all the women in America wear trousers?

Is that all?

Is that your home?

It can only be disestablished

It is daily sealed

It means you can get out now.

It says, Give us the future. We've had enough of your past.

It says, Leave us be.

It was great.

It's a joke.

It's an illegal gathering

It's either this, or war.

It's happened. The army's split down the middle.

It's not a race, Harry.

It's not that simple, sir.

It's not true, Mick.

It's over.

It's pulling me to ribbons.

It's that simple?

It's the best anyone could have got, Harry.

It's the safest house in Dublin now.

It's written on your face.

It's...

Jail me again, shoot me, who knows?

Jailbreaks.

Jesus Christ, Mick, where the hell have you been?

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ. Mick, where the hell have you been?

Jesus wept.

Jesus wept.

Jesus, lads, it's Christmas.

Jesus, lads, would you try and remember they don't grow on trees.

Jesus!

Joe, give us a hand, will you?

Joe, I'm in The Gresham.

JOE: Calm down! It's the big fella!

JOE: Maybe. But Mick doesn't know the new boys.

JOE: Mick! Mick!

JOE: Mick.

JOE. That's why he died, Kitty.

Johnny, if any of our lads come in, tell them to stay somewhere else.

Just a temporary stopgap, Mick, I swear to God.

Just do it, will ya? For fuck's sake.

Keep firing!

Keep it up to date, add to it every week.

Keep your hands in the air, and your weapons visible at all times.

Kitty, please.

Kitty, please. You can't stay here.

KITTY: I suppose they all refused.

KITTY: Why?

Kitty! Kitty!

Kitty.

Kitty's down.

Ladies, is it or is it not Mick's turn?

Leave him be, lads!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone.

Let me go!

Let me in around midnight.

Let the man speak!

Let them say so now.

Let's hope my luck holds out

Let's just say, you can be persuasive.

LIAM; Move il'!

Like what? Like go on the game?

Like you said, I'm eager for a G man.

Listen to me. Please, listen to me. You don't know what you're saying!

Little snot.

Lloyd George has thrown in the towel?

Logically, I suppose you shouldn't.

Look through whatever you can find. Who's Who, stubs, society columns.

Look, look, look at the face on Smith.

Look, that's us.

Look.

Lookit, Harry.

Lookit.

Looks like he wants to meet.

Looks like it.

Lucky Mick.

Make me a scapegoat, if you will. Call me a traitor, if you will.

Making notes of your speeches.

MAN 11 Fire! MAN 23 Fire!

Man, but you're blessed.

MAN: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

MAN: Get them! Get those two men!

MAN: Give them words.

MAN: He was trying to make it across the river, sir.

MAN: Order! Order!

MAN: The Mail!

MAN. Arrange! Present arms!

MAN. Cease firing!

MAN. Turn about!

MAN. You fucking bastard!

MANI Do if!

May as well stay the night.

May I trouble you for a light, sir?

Maybe he will.

Maybe I don't, Mick, but I'm trying.

Maybe then we can talk.

McDonagh.

Michael,

MICHAEL: Ah, go on, would you! You're like an old clucking hen,

MICHAEL: Any casualties?

MICHAEL: Anything that can be said about me, say it!

MICHAEL: Behave yourself.

MICHAEL: Christ, the whole of Dublin must be out there, Harry.

MICHAEL: Dev never got to meet the President, did he?

MICHAEL: Don't stand out here...

MICHAEL: Don't worry. He'll try.

MICHAEL: Fuck! Raid.

MICHAEL: God's curse on them!

MICHAEL: Grand so.

MICHAEL: Great. I know just where to go.

MICHAEL: Harry.

MICHAEL: How do you think we even got them to this point,

MICHAEL: How is the man?

MICHAEL: How is the man?

MICHAEL: I did my best, Kitty, but I'm sure my best won't be good enough.

MICHAEL: I lied, Harry.

MICHAEL: I love trains. Don't you, Ned?

MICHAEL: I'll handle it, Liam. Tom.

MICHAEL: I'll wrestle you for her.

MICHAEL: Keep it off, Kitty.

MICHAEL: Kitty, get over there.

MICHAEL: Kitty.

MICHAEL: Lads, lads.

MICHAEL: ls Broy here?

MICHAEL: Me, too.

MICHAEL: Save us all a lot of bother. Do it!

MICHAEL: So, what does it say?

MICHAEL: That's where it all started, Joe.

MICHAEL: They make me think of places I know I'll never see.

MICHAEL: To whom it may concern.

MICHAEL: We'll be an invisible army.

MICHAEL: Which minister?

MICHAEL: Won't do it to keep the gob shites waiting.

MICHAEL: Working.

MICHAEL: You don't want to know.

Michael.

Mick, Dev's negotiating.

Mick, it's over!

Mick, you're pushing it.

Mick!

Mick!

Mick.

Mick.

Mick. Aye, Mick.

Might save my hide.

Miss Kiernan?

Miss Kiernan? Miss Kiernan!

More IRB.

Mother of God.

Move forward!

Move it, you Fenian bastard!

Move! Fucking get out!

Mr. Collins, Mr. Collins, the man who won the recent war

Mr. Collins, the position you have in the army

Mr. Collins!

Mr. Griffith has described Mr. Collins as the man who won the war!

Must be 100,000 Tommies here and not 2,000 of us.

Names and addresses of the whole cabinet.

Names, addresses, next of kin, of the whole cabinet.

Ned fucking Broy!

Neither can I, Ned. But sure keep it a secret, would you?

Neither do I.

Nineteen.

No addresses?

No Fenian guttersnipe threatens me.

No matter how the vote goes.

No regrets, Kit. That's what he'd say.

No, give me that.

No, I haven't heard!

No, no, no, Mick. Don't go!

No, not first. Last.

No, sonny! You don't understand.

No, why don't you take her?

No, you take her.

No,no,no.

No!

No!

No!

No! Jesus! Mick!

No.

No. I won't do it.

Nobody knows.

Nobody sought Nobody sought

Nobody sought notoriety except you!

Nobody tonight stays in your usual places.

Not here, he won't.

Not in Dublin.

Not like some.

Not tonight.

Not very romantic.

Now what?

Now, ground your arms and take three paces back slowly.

Now, imagine Dublin, but the Castle like an enclave,

Now, show me the ringleaders of this little farce.

Now, who said that?

Of an upstart dominating these entire cabinet proceedings.

OFFICER: Open the gates!

Oh, did you hear?

Oh, Mick.

Oh, mother of God, we're famous.

Oh, sweet Mother of Jesus.

Oh, well do I remember the bleak December day

Oh, well, do I remember

Oh, yeah, right. Fun and games all the way, chief.

On the administrative center of British rule in Ireland.

On the point of order, Mr. Chairman.

One person was held up by the press and put into a position he never held.

Only me.

Or is it Broy?

Otherwise, you would have gone yourself.

Our armed forces must act like a legitimate army.

Our friends in the Royal Irish Constabulary would like to shut me up.

Our job is at home!

Our job is where I say it is.

Our only weapon is our refusal.

Our refusal to bow to any order, but our own!

Out, out! Everybody out! Come on!

Over where?

Peter Pan.

Pick your feet up!

Please.

Plus, one other portfolio.

Pretend I'm an informer.

PRIEST: For these mornings, praying together.

PRIEST: For these mornings, praying together.

Promise me something, Kitty.

Promise me you'll never care about me, please?

Pull in, pull in.

Put it away, Joe.

Put the gun down.

R (CLASSICAL MUSIC) r

Rarely, Miss Kiernan.

Really?

Riddled? Riddled?

Right, let's get this over with.

Right.

Right.

Roadblock.

ROSIE: He's a gentleman, Charlie.

Rotting in an English jail shouldn't put you off!

Save me the bullshit, now.

Say it to me, kid.

Say something, would you?

See you, Mick.

See you.

Send one to every G man.

Seriously, though, I won't force this on any man.

She has a voice like an angel. I have one like a puck goat.

She wouldn't be interested in a bogman like you.

She'll need looking after while I'm away.

Sheamus! Sheamus!

Should I apologize for that, too?

Should I ask the whole bunch to the wedding, Joe?

Show him what you got from the basket, Rosie.

Show me.

Shut up.

Signed, The Irish Republican Army.

Sinn Féin, more Sinn Féin.

Sir, haven't I a civil war to run?

Sir.

Sit down.

So,

So,

So, I heard.