Teddy:
[
looking around Hamilton's study] Such a beautiful room, it's hard to imagine a man's scream from here. Ever seen fingernails ripped out with a rusty pliers, Sir John, hmm? All your learning, and you still don't understand.
Sir John Hamilton:
Oh, I understand perfectly, Mr. O'Donovan. God preserve Ireland if ever your kind take control.
Damien:
[
trains his gun on Hamilton] Well you'd better start getting used to the idea.
Damien:
Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. That what you call a martyr, is it Teddy?
Damien:
I tried not to get into this war, and did, now I try to get out, and can't.
Damien:
The Treaty does not express the will of the people, but the fear of the people.
Damien:
And once again, with honourable exception, the Catholic Church sides with the rich.
Damien:
Strange creatures we are, even to ourselves.
Teddy:
It's not too late Damien.
Damien:
For me or for you?
Damien:
[
loading revolver] I studied anatomy for five years, Dan. And now i'm going to shoot this man in the head. I've known Chris Reilly since he was a child. I hope this Ireland we're fighting for is worth it.
Chris:
Promise me, Damien. Promise me you won't bury me next to him?
[
points to Sir John]
Damien:
The chapel. Do you remember, on the way up? Do you remember?
Chris:
Yeah.
Damien:
In there.
Chris:
Tell Teddy I'm sorry. I'm scared, Damien.
Damien:
[
sighs] Have you said your prayers?
Chris:
Yeah.
Damien:
God protect you.
Damien:
[
to Teddy] You have wrapped yourself in the fucking Union Jack! The butcher's apron, boy!
Damien:
It's easy to know what you are against, but quite another to know what you are for.
Finbar:
[
the IRA have just gunned down several Black and Tans] Mercenaries! That were paid to come over here to make us crawl, and to wipe us out. We've just sent a message to the British cabinet that will echo and reverbarate around the world! If they bring their savagery over here, we will meet it with a savagery of our own!
Damien:
Give me your letters, Chris.
[
Damien holds out his hand. Chris just looks at him]
Damien:
Give me your letters, Chris!
Chris:
I didn't know what to write. And Mam can't read.
[
Damien lets his hand fall, sighs]
Chris:
Just tell her I love her. And where I'm buried.
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