Now!
SOUND OF CRANKING
CAR STARTS
WHISTLE OF KETTLE AND BELL RINGS
SOUND OF INSTRUMENTS TUNING UP
Detective Inspector?
Time to say your prayers.
GUNSHOTS
When did you start caring about prayers?
There they are! Fire lads!
Police, police! Go!
GUNSHOTS
Get in.
GUNSHOTS
Goddamn!
Where did they come from?
They must have had a tip off there'd be trouble.
And that's us, trouble! Is it bad?
Ah it's a nick.
It's a bleeder though. Bastards.
CHATTERING
Gentlemen, Mr. Collins, you are welcome.
STRINGS MUSIC
Coast is still clear, Mrs. Butler.
I'll see the refreshments are ready for when they break.
Attention!
Senator Shea.
Welcome to the Castle.
Mr. Sturgis.
Senator Shea, General Winter.
Very nice to meet you.
It's simply a fact finding mission.
The President wishes to understand the nature of the war.
The first fact that you must both understand is that it is not a war.
The conflict.
We don't dignify cowardly terrorist attacks with the title of war.
Whatever you dignify it with, how do you contend with it?
The Prime Minister wishes us to pursue the dual strategy.
Force and negotiation.
So we root out and eradicate the violent elements,
then talk to whoever's left.
Please excuse my colleague, Senator Shea, he is a military man.
Please excuse mine for being a civilian.
That's fine. May I help you?
Mrs. Butler, isn't it? Yes.
Eithne Drury from the Bulletin.
I was told to expect you.
Sorry I'm late, I just got word, are they long started?
No not too long. Come this way.
The infiltration of our capital city by General Winter's special agents,
the constant reprisals by the police on the civilian population.
Are tantamount to a declaration of war on us.
I therefore ask this House to approve monies necessary to escalate
our military resistance to British rule, that we might root out the
foreign vermin in our midst.
I've been looking for you.
Sturgis seems to think I've nothing better to do than chit chat with Yanks.
Your friend's made contact.
He's sent word. Good, good.
All the cards are just about in place.
Going to be fun playing this hand.
And Miss Sweeney's cracked the intercepted messages.
Ah that's my phenom!
Captain McLeod tells me you've worked your magic again, Miss Sweeney?
It wasn't too difficult.
(Winters laughs)
They should all be there. Excellent work.
With any luck we won't be needing our friend's help at all.
We'll have Collins and the rest of them in custody by this evening.
Scramble a team.
One for the scrapbook Mills. Sir.
While I wish in no way to depart from the people's ambitions for national
self-realisation, I must question our ability to resist, with so few men,
so poorly armed, against the largest army in the world.
We must, instead, instigate talks.
Let's show the enemy a united front, Eithne...
Come on, come on.
Arm up.
Move out.
The British will treat any offers of talk as surrender.
We must talk to them some day?
When they recognise us as the legitimate government of the Irish Republic.
They'll never recognise us as a Republic.
No republic, no talks!
Hear-hear.
And what price will they make our people pay Mr. Collins?
That is the question the English want us to ask ourselves,
Mr. Griffiths, to doubt ourselves.
What question should we ask ourselves?
What bondage and dejection will we be consigning ourselves to if,
having fought this far, we do not fight on?
Hear-hear.
HORN SOUNDS
Auxiliaries, coming up the road.
I'll let them know, and fetch up Mr. Collins.
Go see to up above for Mr. Brogan. Yes, Mrs. Butler.
Girls put those in the front room.
That's eighteen Tá, and seven Níl.
The Tá votes have it.
Mr. Collins' request for further funds is carried.
I just hope we can lay our hands on those funds now.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Collins.
Basement.
KNOCK ON DOOR
KNOCKS ON DOOR
STRING MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND
Back!
Officer, what is the meaning of this intrusion?
MUSIC STOPS
We'd information there was a proscribed meeting taking place.
As you can see, the only meeting is our afternoon recital.
All men?
Business men.
In aid of a charity of mine, perhaps you'd care to join us?
You, with me.
Constables, watch them.
Officer, at least let me, or one of my servants, show you the way.
Upstairs.
Can I help you, sir?
You'd better go Mick.
We'll handle this. Thanks Frank.
Damn it!
Back inside.
Search everyone.
Officer, my guests are simply here to enjoy some music.
What about the men on the roof? What men on the roof?
Did you find men on my roof?
Excuse me, my wife must catch a tram, doctor's appointment.
I'd be grateful if you'd let us through.
And you are?
Maurice Jacobs, solicitor.
Nothing.
Her.
I'll not have a man search me. You'll have what I say you'll have.
I insist you respect my wife.
You'll insist on nothing.
But I'll insist to the Lord Lieutenant himself, if you interfere
with any woman in my house.
Go.
Thank you, officer.
Much obliged, Miss Drury.
Jimmy's here.
Jesus, what happened? Tripped and fell.
On a bullet. Looks worse than it is.
He needs a doctor all the same.
Sadie, go fetch Dr. Moore.
Will I stash the pieces? Yeah.
What happened, really?
Less you know the better, Min.
Get a rag there.
Come on!
Here, doctor. Thanks.
No lasting damage.
But I'll clean it or it'll get infected.
CRASHING AND BANGING AND SHOUTING OF SOLDIERS
I'm gonna sit with yous for a bit.
SHOUTING OUTSIDE
Keep going.
Get up! Get Up!
Not that one!
They said check each flat.
Who's the Sergeant here, Constable? Go on.
Yes Sarge.
There!
How are you three doing, Minnie?
Surviving.
Put 'em away.
Up! Up!
STRUGGLING SOUNDS
Alright lads, just get them outta here!
Hurry up - get them out!
It's alright.
Uncle Pat was leading the raid.
They arrested Brendan and Dominic Farrell.
For what? Pat knows they're not IRA.
Maybe he knew the ones they want are closer to home.
Just because he's me brother, doesn't mean he wouldn't arrest me.
Could Mrs. Moore do something for the Farrells?
I do what I can for you, Jimmy, but Agnes is less sympathetic to your methods.
Meanwhile the Castle are all over us like rats.
As I said, I do what I can.
Morning, sir, may I help you?
I'm here to see Mr. Butler.
Oh, you are, this way Mr. Jacobs. Through here.
Thank you.
What can I do for you, Mr. Jacobs?
As acting secretary to the Irish government I'm charged with
raising funds for the Minister of Finance.
I understand Mr. Collins raised an impressive amount himself through
his bond issue last year.
Dublin Castle has unfortunately frozen many of our accounts.
I also heard that, I don't see how I could...
Your wife thought Butler's Bank might be able to offer the
government a loan.
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Jacobs, Constance has a great passion for
the 'National Cause', but little understanding of the practicalities of banking.
Your card says you're a solicitor.
You must see how impossible your proposal is?
I'm not sure I do.
You come as a representative of an outlawed organisation, whose
assets you freely admit have been frozen, whose leader escaped from
prison and has been on the run in the United States for over a year,
and whose acting leader is the most wanted man in the world.
Surely you see I must decline your proposal.
I suggest if you're in need of money, you turn your Mr. Collins in.
Last I heard there was ten thousand pounds on his head.
We are the legitimate government of this country...
You're asking me to break the law.
I'm asking you to do your patriotic duty.
Even if I wanted to help you, my board wouldn't accept such a loan
without security.
President DeValera has raised over five million dollars on his tour
of the United States.
That's your security.
Companies we've set up.
You'll extend the loans through them, we'll repay you through them
with DeValera's funds, when the US authorities unfreeze them.
It's a smart business move, Butler, bankers to the government in waiting.
And we won't forget it.
As I said, I'd have to discuss this with my board.
You won't be discussing this with anyone.
Are you off?
Law Library.
You were in late.
Did I wake you?
I don't sleep when you're on at night.
Was it an emergency?
House call.
You go out to work at night too.
I'm a woman.
They don't shoot women.
I'm a doctor.
They're not shooting us yet either.
I'll see you at tea time.
I'll be there.
Still hiding in plain sight?
After yesterday I'm not sure there's anywhere safe.
If you and the boys hadn't taken care of me.
That's what we're there for.
How did they know about the meeting?
I checked out the servants, the neighbours...
And the Dáil members?
They didn't know the venue till the last minute.
Well... You think we've a problem?
Maybe we do, maybe we don't.
But I also hear the RIC showed up yesterday, just as Jimmy and the
lads were taking care of the Inspector.
Yeah, Jimmy took a bullet.
Did they identify him?
I'm not sure yet, but I'm making enquiries.
Either way he's out for now.
What do you make of him?
As a Squad leader?
Why, what are you thinking?
I'm thinking if we've got a rat, we've got to up our intelligence game.
Pull!
GUNSHOT
Ten:eight to me.
Here we are in some of the finest hunting country in the world
and we're confined to quarters.
Pull!
GUNSHOT
Michael Collins is a freer man than either of us, O.
Only as the fox is freer than the hounds, you see.
Briefly, until they tear him to pieces.
And my dogs are all over his turf now.
Thank you, so when Collins shows his head...
My kind of hunt.
Excuse me, sir, an RIC officer has identified one of the gunmen from
yesterday's shooting.
Well I should be getting on my way, before you take any more of my money.
Ah, that can wait until this evening's game.
James Mahon? What do we know?
Born 1892, type-setter, member ITGWU, ICA, arrested imprisoned
1913, court martialled 1916, death sentence commuted to life, prison
Manchester, Frongoch. Released general amnesty 1917.
Photograph?
An old one.
Put him on the wall and have Major Mills circulate his details to all units.
Yes sir.
Miss Lawlor, I've a new fellow just arrived in need of lodgings.
Could you check down the 'safe' list, find him somewhere quiet, discrete.
He's not a soldier, he's a respectable professional sort.
A good friend, actually. Yes sir.
Maybe take him there after work?
Miss Sweeney, I couldn't prevail upon you to join us for bridge this evening?
I imagine you're a whizz.
I'm sorry, sir, I have to be somewhere.
I do beg your pardon, walled up in here I never imagine anyone having
a somewhere else...
But of course you do.
Sarah, could you proof read that please?
Yes, alright.
How's the new edition?
Nearly set to go.
There's space for one more piece.
The Dáil raid? You mean the 'recital' raid?
Don't want to let them know how close they got.
What have you dug up on these special agents?
Not much.
British authorities denying their existence of course.
But there's some stuff in the foreign press about their
involvement in the Egyptian revolt, they seem a fairly nasty bunch.
Assassinations, disappearances, mock crucifixions.
I think we've a duty to let the world know what kind of guests the
British are inviting to our country.
Show me the files.
I've saved you the bother, full synopsis.
You're too kind to me. I know.
I could get you some proper breakfast if you like.
No, just clear me a space.
Morning, this is Mr. Robert Lennox, Eithne.
I'm sure you've heard of him.
Yes, yes of course I know your work, Mr. Lennox.
In a good way, I hope.
Pleased to meet you Eithne, call me Robbie.
And this is Diarmuid, Editorial Assistant.
Good to meet you.
Mr. Lennox is here to report on the true conditions pertaining to
British misrule in Ireland for Life magazine.
And I suggested that the Irish Bulletin should host him, just to
make sure he meets with the right people.
Excuse me, might I have a word?
Excuse us a moment.
I know he's a renowned journalist, but bringing him here?
He's been thoroughly vetted by our people in England.
And he's a powerful voice to have on our side, in the longer term Eithne,
we're going to have to talk to the enemy, we'll need channels.
What's there to talk about?
We're fighting for a republic, nothing short.
Even a republic needs friends, and they don't come more influential than him.
Take him out.
Show him all we've achieved.
It's a chance to put our side of the story.
Cultivate his acquaintance.
I'm sure he'll be most impressed by you.
Don't you see? The information was good.
The fact that we were a tad late to catch him is admittedly unfortunate.
But you can assure him there will be a next time, because the failed raid
proves McLeod's little bird is singing true.
Now I have people in place who can disrupt their financial supply,
we'll starve them into the open.
KNOCK ON THE DOOR Yes.
Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt.
What is it, Miss Sweeney?
I thought you should know that I checked our IRA suspect James Mahon
on the census records, his brother Patrick is an RIC Sergeant,
stationed here with the Auxiliary unit at Dublin Castle.
This country!
Fratricidal doesn't being to describe.
His record?
Twenty years' service, first posting to Slane County Meath,
promoted to Sergeant...
Unblemished.
While his brother goes round killing his colleagues!
I'll have McLeod keep an eye on him at the very least.
Thank you Miss Sweeney.
I hope you have a good evening.
Good night, sir.
You see, Sturgis, we know everything about them.
Go tell that to the Welsh Goat.
Mrs. Lyons, I'm from the Castle.
I was in touch about a room.
Oh come in.
I don't usually take gentlemen.
I work long days, and keep myself to myself.
You'll hardly know I'm here.
As you can see, it's a quiet street.
I'd be happy with something smaller?
At the rear, perhaps?
Have you another room, Mrs. Lyons?
Just the box.
We'd be happy to pay you the same for it as this.
What is it you say you did, Mr...
Mr. Saunders is an accountant.
Is the boxroom down the corridor?
You said he was ill.
He's improved.
So I needn't have come.
I'm not meant to leave the barracks without a signed docket.
He was never ill, was he?
I read about that Detective Inspector.
You've nothing to worry about, love.
People know me.
And who your brother is.
Well, maybe that helps keep me safe.
What do your superiors make of this arrangement?
It's not an arrangement.
They know me.
They know I've nothing to do with him.
While I'm here, the housekeeping.
You might as well have it now, it's a bit short.
Minnie and the girls, they could do with a little help.
You've five children of your own...
You're doing a great job, but she's family.
So is her Uncle Jimmy.
You can't be protecting the likes of them.
I told you, I've nothing to do with him, just want to make sure she
doesn't either.
I thought I warned you, Jim. Someone has to look in on them.
Well I'm here now.
Arthur wouldn't want you around his children.
You don't know what he would've wanted.
I do. Well he's dead now isn't he.
Not officially.
Get out of here or I'll have you arrested.
That's very nice of you, but Jimmy set me up with a stall.
Your father or your mother wouldn't have wanted you working a stall.
It's something, and it's mine.
I just met Jimmy outside.
I heard he and his pals have been using this place to hide out.
Don't let him be dragging you in to his madness Minnie.
I won't.
It won't always be me leading the Tans up those stairs.
Brogan in?
What does he want?
Didn't say.
What's that for?
It's a present.
From you? From Mick.
From Giuseppe, his tailor.
Joey thinks they got a good look at you at the job yesterday.
When you got hit.
So what?
So your description will be on every police barracks wall in the
country, they'll be looking for you Jimmy.
And our targets will be looking out for you, and when they see you
wheeling round the corner, they'll run, or shoot.
That's why Mick is standing you down from active service.
Frank... And moving you to intelligence.
Congratulations.
Now, they'll be looking for a thug not a swank.
How do you think Mick runs around under their noses?
Frank, I'm... Don't worry.
I'll show you the ropes, but you'll have to learn fast.
We need to find out who leaked the Dáil meeting, and your job, and find
Winter's spies before they find us.
Promotion Jim.
Well done, fella.
Joey...
Yes, Mr. Brogan sir.
You're taking over Jimmy's team.
Yes Mr. Brogan.
And don't you be forgetting who gave you this break, now.
I won't. Good man.
The first thing you need to do is to recruit someone to replace him.
KNOCK ON DOOR Patrol.
You're the man now, be careful.
Be careful yourself.
Is there a problem?
No.
Your new name is Kinsella.
His Majesty's Civil Service?
So you can move about after curfew.
Make no mistake, what Mick is asking you to do is just as important.
We're not going to beat them with guns alone, Jimmy.
Is my wife in, Bridget?
They're at cocktails in the drawing room.
Good evening, ladies.
Constance, a word please.
Excuse me one moment, please.
What is it Harry, can't you see I'm entertaining?
I wish you'd keep your politics out of my business.
What are you talking about?
Your Mr. Jacobs.
You've put me in an impossible situation.
Do you know the first thing about him or those he represents?
You're so suspicious of people, especially people trying to
do good in the world.
Speaking of which Senator, Senator Shea, I don't believe you've met my husband.
Harry Butler.
Mr. Butler, you've a most impressive house, and a charming wife.
Thank you, Senator.
Senator Shea is President Wilson's special envoy to Ireland, Harry.
He's on a fact finding mission.
You need to be careful so, the Irish seldom let facts get in the way
of a good story. Harry!
I understand you're a self-made millionaire.
I'm comfortable.
What line are you in?
Import and export.
Anything in particular?
Anything that turns a profit, Harry.
I wonder you've the time to be your President's envoy at all.
I always put my own nation's needs above private considerations.
You're a lucky man in that case, Senator, I find I have to put my
wife's needs above all other considerations.
That will be the day when he considers my needs at all!
Shall we go in?
I wasn't planning to stay.
Not stay to dinner in your own house?
Please, Harry, the Senator is our guest.
I believe we've a mutual friend, Harry.
Mr. Jacobs paid you a call today.
I hope we're in business.
Well I hope you, like Mr. Jacobs, haven't been abusing my wife's
hospitality towards your own ends.
Your wife seems well able to use her hospitality towards whichever
ends she sees fit.
Shall we go in?
RINGS BELL
Sister Benedict.
Miss Sweeney, I apologise.
We were at prayer.
As I said last time, there's no need to come all this way in person.
You could have sent a bankers' draft.
I like to come.
Well you won't have to any more.
I like to be near him.
I mean your son will be leaving us soon.
You'll be delighted to know we have found him a family.
I'm his family.
They're a proper family, good Catholics, Boston.
But I'm going to have him back, as soon as I'm able.
When would that be?
And you have no husband.
Miss Sweeney, you should be grateful, no more payments will be required of you.
You'll have atoned for your sins.
Maybe now you can find yourself a husband, and have your own children.
Tomás is my own child.
I'm afraid he's not.
You entrusted him to our care and we have already signed papers with his
American family. But...
Good night, Miss Sweeney.
I want to see him.
That won't be possible.
Please, just once before he goes.
Out of the question, good night, Miss Sweeney.
Please! I'm begging you.
Just one minute, please!
Before he goes.
You can look at him, for one minute.
But he'll be asleep.
Their bishop himself vouches for them.
And they're wealthy.
They've made a very generous donation to the convent in respect
of Tomás, so he'll have every material comfort.
One minute.
He's the last one on the row.
You may look at him, but do not touch him or disturb him.
Hello Tomás.
Who are you?
I'm your mummy.
Miss Sweeney... I'm your mummy, and I love you!
Enough! (Crying) Don't ever forget that!
Enough! He's my child.
He is not! He's my child!
He's not your child.
(Crying) I love you Tomás!
Go back to sleep children.
Dennis, we were late going to press.
I knew you've have closed the library by the time I got there.
What did you want?
Tonight's midnight court, where's it sitting?
You up for stealing peoples' dinners again?
No, in fact, I've to escort an important guest from out of town.
A Mr. Robert Lennox.
Mr. Lennox? He is indeed a fine writer.
And a journalist of conviction.
I've followed his work for a number of years.
I've done some of my own research on him this afternoon.
He's here reporting on the national struggle?
He is indeed.
At last a proper journalist.
Well I'd better not keep a proper journalist waiting.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Ursula.
It's been a while.
A long while, I know.
Yes.
I need to talk to you.
Please, I've no one else to turn to.
Come in a minute.
He's the image of his father.
I could see it straight away.
I can't believe you still go out there every month.
Even though they don't let you see him.
I'm his mother.
I just needed to be near him.
I never wanted to give him up.
I know.
But shouldn't you try to... Don't.
Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do.
Sorry.
Did you ask them if you could adopt him back?
I pleaded with them, I begged them, I offered them money.
But they said he was their ward and I was a 'fallen' woman!
What chance have I got against rich Americans, and their bishop?
They've already signed the papers.
He's already their son.
Sold like an animal to strangers.
My beautiful boy.
First his father and now him.
I can't, I can't bear it Aggie.
It's alright, it's alright.
I always thought we'd be together.
I've saved everything, every penny I can, look at my clothes.
I live like a hermit.
And I was almost there, I almost had enough.
I need your help, Aggie.
Of course I'll help you.
I'm sure there's a way we can fix this.
The Americans are already on their way.
We'll get an injunction, that will buy us time.
I'll talk to a colleague tonight.
Trust me.
You wait here.
What about Lawrence?
He's on call.
Keep warm, make some tea.
Don't worry.
Thank you.
I'm glad you came.
Thank you to both counsels for their submissions.
One moment, please.
Women lawyers, what about women judges?
Sometimes them too.
Maybe this is a real revolution after all.
What did you think it was? Play-acting?
Having weighed the evidence for both sides, paying especial attention in
this instance to the mitigating evidence submitted by
Mrs. Moore as to the defendant's good character, I'm inclined on condition
he makes good what he has stolen, to release him.
Thank you everyone.
The court is adjourned until tomorrow evening.
Stuff of life, perhaps, I'm not sure it's the stuff of Life magazine.
Simon?
Agnes.
I was wondering if you might give me your learned opinion on a private matter.
You may approach the bench.
# Every night, how they fight over me!
# I don't know what it is that they can see!
# The fellas look at me and sigh,
# In my arms they want to die!
# They go wild, simply wild over me!
APPLAUSE
May I buy you a drink?
A whiskey, and a glass of Champagne? I'll have a whiskey.
A girl after my own heart.
Very good, Mr. Butler.
So, do I take it there is no Mrs. Butler?
My wife and I have an understanding.
The less she knows, the less she understands?
Well, that's her problem, possibly yours, but not mine.
Harry Butler, fancy finding you here.
Mr. Jacobs? Dublin's a small world.
Excuse me.
This is erm... Josephine Carmichael.
Miss Carmichael.
But since we have run into each other, you might tell me if you've
had a chance to consider our business proposal?
Talking business is no way to entertain a lady.
In fact, we were about to dance, weren't we?
Of course, I'll wait for you here.
If the child has already been adopted under American law, then I'm
afraid your friend has no rights.
They are the legal parents.
What about the Irish law?
There's none that covers this area.
The Church, this mother and child convent, were the legal guardians.
They've sanctioned the adoption.
But this, this woman, she's the child's natural mother.
The national movement's worked very hard to gain the backing of the
Church, Agnes, if we move against them...
So they're above the law?
This child isn't yours is it?
No.
Diarmuid?
You're still here?
Going through the cuttings on the Egyptian revolt.
Don't stay up too late, I better go.
I'll walk with you. Stay for a drink?
There's an hour till curfew, both of you.
Why not?
I'm tired now.
I want to go home.
I'll accompany you.
You're very cheeky.
But my room is only upstairs. Please?
Leaving? I need to see Miss Carmichael home.
She only lives upstairs, you can follow her, after we talk.
The Auxie Captain as good as admitted, they don't actually know
what Michael Collins looks like!
Their most wanted man!
What hope have they when everyone tells them he looks like someone else?
I'd like to interview him.
Can you arrange that?
Well now we know one thing for sure? And what's that?
You really are no spy.
I wasn't aware I was under suspicion.
You can never be too careful.
You're right.
So how can you be so sure?
No spy would ever ask such a foolish question.
Could be a double bluff.
Possibly.
But would I really work for the people who charged me with 'inciting
the masses to civil disobedience' and then threw me in prison?
Which prison?
Come on, Diarmuid... It's fine, let him ask.
Like you said, you can never be too careful.
It was Barlinnie Prison, Glasgow.
No, my foolish question stems from the belief that if you don't ask, you don't get.
What did they say?
How desperate are you?
What do you mean?
I mean, I know people.
What kind of people?
People who could help. No, you can't.
I think it's the least we could do.
And Ursula's right, there's no time, so if she wants her boy back,
there's no other way.
I'd sooner I kidnap him myself than let her get involved with those
kind of people.
Even if you did, he still wouldn't legally be hers.
The convent has to willingly give up their rights to him.
But why would these people help her?
You still work at the Castle, don't you?
How far are you willing to go?
I want my child.
Is this what you're spending your Uncle Patrick's money on?
I didn't take his money.
Wouldn't.
Meaning? British shillings.
Your father was a British soldier, it was on those shillings you were rared.
I suppose Jimmy gave you the money for this?
I don't care about the money.
All I care about is my family.
And you stay away from us.
Then tell your husband to stay away from us.
What's wrong?
Do you not recognise me?
Aren't I the swank now?
Or am I the wolf in sheep's clothing?
Grrrr! (Laughs)
What's this?
Play wolf again.
I have to go. Another time, yeah?
Morning sir. Constable.
You're out early. Papers?
Early start at the office.
Thank you Mr. Kinsella.
Be careful. I will.
Dr. Moore.
So what is it can't wait?
She works at the Castle.
She has a proposition for you.
Miss Sweeney? James Kinsella.
Dr. Moore told me you wanted to meet.
He said you've access to information.
We have our own informants at the Castle.
Not in General Winter's office.
Not with my level of privilege.
He didn't say you worked there.
He doesn't know I work there.
So what kind of information have you access to?
Well I know your name's not Kinsella for a start, Mr. Mahon.
The General's got spies all over the city.
We need to know who and where they are, their aliases, their addresses.
Does your privilege extend that far?
How do I get in touch with you?
Townsend Street Library.
The Librarian's a friend.
We use a code, the Viginère system.
I know it.
What about my son?
The Americans are on their way for him.
You give me something, and I'll give you something.
Morning Ma'am.
All clear Miss Sweeney. Thank you.
Miss Sweeney?
Yes?
You're in late.
This week's code's in.
Oh Miss Lawlor, did you find suitable accommodation for
General Winter's friend?
Oh yes, a nice place in Donnybrook.
Quiet, on a side street, a lovely widow.
How on Earth did she do that?
I told you, Sturgis she's a phenomenon.
Jesus, they'd hang you if they ever found out.
They better not find out then.
Since when do we do army? We need the guns.
Proper shooters.
You need to give me the aliases and lodgings of all Winter's special agents.
Where is my son?
I need to know he's alright. Give me what I ask for.
What if I can't?
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