Rebellion (2016) s02e02 Episode Script

Season 2, Episode 2

Men! - This is it, Constable.
- Sarge.
Right.
[banging on door] Open Up! Open it up.
- [man] What's going on? - Open it up, it's the police.
[banging on door] - What is it? - Inside.
What do you want from us? We're not hiding anyone.
Where is she? [woman screaming] - Get over here.
- Come here.
- Found her, Sarge.
- Good.
- Leave her, she's done nothing.
- Bring her outside.
Please! Them too.
No.
[woman sobbing] On her knees, Richie.
Please, if she's done wrong, she should be tried in a court of law.
We are the law.
And we're pronouncing sentence.
[sobbing] Please, Mister, I didn't do anything.
Well, you did do something.
You flashed your eyes and these long locks at him and he followed you down that lane like a dog.
- Where your friends cut him down.
- [sobbing] No! That's why we've got to cut these locks off.
[screaming] When I'm done I'll carve a 'W' into your forehead for 'whore'.
So no one else feels tempted.
No you won't, Constable.
This is enough.
Just following orders, Sarge, from the Castle itself.
[Patrick] The hair is enough.
[woman sobbing] [screaming] [man] Leave her alone! [woman]No, no! [screams] [theme music playing] Good afternoon, Ms.
Sweeney.
Grand day out there.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Morning.
My friend, Mr Kinsella, recommended this library.
I'd like to take out some readers' tickets, please.
Certainly.
Um.
Name and proof of address.
Thank you.
Might I browse while you are doing that? Of course.
I've got something.
A new greyhound to run.
Oh, yeah? Who? Right in the heart of Winter's set up.
That's good news.
Maybe.
What's his name? I can't say.
If he expects us to believe his tick-tack, he can at least trust us with his name.
I can't say.
I promised to protect him and his family.
Protecting your source.
You're learning fast.
But I warned you.
Mick doesn't like not knowing who he's dealing with.
The tighter the circle, the safer we are.
For all we know he's a stooge feeding us dope.
I checked him out.
You're new at this, can you be sure? He knew my real identity.
If I cut him loose he could turn me in.
Well, you'll have to make sure that doesn't happen.
- Your tickets.
- Thank you.
You may use them now if you wish.
Might I leave this here for Mr Kinsella, as a thank you? Of course, I'll make sure he gets it personally.
That's the last one.
The Irish State will be eternally in your debt.
I hope not eternally.
Well, for the duration of the loan, at least.
Now fill it up.
Good day, Mr Jacobs.
Shall I have those new agreements sent to records, sir? Yes No.
On second thoughts I'll keep them in my safe.
Indeed.
Thank you.
James Kinsella, from the Local Government, rates branch, Mrs Lyons.
Lyons, of course here it is.
I understand you're running a boarding house, Mrs Lyons.
Yes.
Won't you come in? Thank you.
To my husband! And you.
[Constance] We all played our part.
I'm just happy our struggle has the financial means to continue.
You don't drink, Senator? [Constance] He's a prohibitionist! I voted for it, yes.
Maybe it's something the Dáil should consider, Mr Jacobs? Mr Collins insists on abstinence in both himself and his men.
However, I think nothing would sooner lose us the country, than attempting to impose it on others.
Besides, after the raid here I'm not sure the Dáil is in a position to meet, let alone to consider such policies.
You know I've been thinking about that, Mr Jacobs.
What's this? A brochure.
There's a house on the square.
Just across the way.
It's unoccupied and the lease is available.
I'd be happy to rent in my name and at my husband's expense.
That's a very kind offer, Mrs Butler.
I'll tell Mr Collins of it.
I'm sure he'll appreciate it.
And I'll let Mr DeValera know of your generosity too, when I see him on my return.
We must toast you again.
And your husband.
[door closes] Did you talk to them? The girl wouldn't talk.
- Her father did.
- And? If he wasn't an IRA supporter before, he certainly would be now.
- But you have a story, I mean? - Absolutely.
A girl having her hair cut? A girl being violently assaulted by eight policemen in the middle of the night.
I know that's the truth of it, Eithne, but I also know what the editors on the mainland would say.
The mainland of what, Mr Lennox? Apologies, across the water.
The English need to know what's going on here.
Have you thought about what you're going to do when all this is over? Yes, I intend to be editor of a new Irish newspaper.
One which cares how the police treat women.
Good.
Well once you've written up your article, I'll send it to my editor.
Maybe he'd be more interested in the story if he knows it's come from an Irish woman.
Thank you.
I almost forgot, I've something for you too, Diarmuid.
I thought you might like to see some of my work.
Now, I'm going to buy us lunch.
[door closes] - Something wrong, Diarmuid? - No.
- Him.
- What's wrong with him? I don't know, he's just Maybe you're jealous? Yeah, maybe I am.
Post's up.
Richie.
- Not got one, Sarge? - Huh? RIC get to go home every two weeks, unlike you poor saps.
- You got a missus? - I do.
Five kids for me sins.
- More peaceful sometimes on duty.
- [chuckles] Who's yours from? My girl.
We're getting married when I'm done here.
Going to put a down payment on a house with the money I'm saving.
That's why I signed up.
Just do what you're told, Richie.
Follow orders.
Didn't think I'd be shaving girls' heads.
[sighs] You don't have to become like them, remember that.
[door opens] Attention! Need a team for a raid, Sergeant.
Direct order from General Winter himself.
- We're the boys that make the noise! - We need papers and equipment.
Anything with a list of names or anything in code, and no prisoners or casualties.
So no monkey business.
And Mahon, we won't be needing you on this one.
No need for local sympathies on special targets.
Sir.
You heard the Captain.
Quick step.
Mr Saunders? Morning.
- My name's Barrett, Deputy Manager.
- Nice to meet you.
- Welcome to Butler's Bank.
- Thank you.
If you'd like to follow me this way.
Just through here.
Mr Butler, sir Barrett, I'm on my way to lunch.
This is Mr Saunders.
He's with Inland Revenue.
Perhaps you'd wait for me in reception.
How may I help you? We're conducting an audit of all Irish banks.
Our accounts are fully audited, annually.
The Revenue is keen we carry out our own investigation.
We are examining all banks in the Dublin area.
I've already been in touch with your colleagues at the Munster and Leinster Bank, Perhaps they mentioned it? We move in different circles.
But of course, if the Revenue Commissioner insists, we've nothing to hide.
Barrett will supply you with any documentation you require.
Please take Mr Saunders to the records room.
Indeed, sir.
This way, sir.
[typewriter clacking] - [door bangs] - [officer 1] Get in there.
- [indistinct chatter] - [officer 2] Move it! Come on! - Move it! - Everyone up.
Everyone up.
You Now, we've met before I believe, Mrs Or is it Miss? It's none of your business.
Reviewing musical recitals, are we? This is a private office.
"They took her out into the yard in her night attire and cropped her hair close, using the headlamps of the Crossley Tenders to give them sufficient light for this particular police 'duty'.
" "One of the police who held her said, 'What lovely locks you've got?'" [laughs] She's got lovely locks and all.
Want to know who did it? Enough, Constable.
Seize everything.
Documents, equipment and her.
Take it all! Leave her alone.
Him too.
Get your hands off her! Get off her! [both speaking Gaelic] - Who do you think told them? - I don't know.
- [slams] - Enough of your gypsy talk.
[both speaking Gaelic] - Thank you for keeping me company.
- No problem.
- [slams] - Shut up! Keep moving.
Here you are, Sarge.
Brought you back something to play with.
Finlay.
The Captain said no prisoners.
It was the Captain changed who his mind.
Who am I to argue? We're to give these two special attention.
I said clothes off.
And I said I demand a woman guard.
- I told you, there are none.
- Leave her alone.
Since you're a lassie, I'm going to give you one last chance to take your things off yourself, otherwise we will.
I said leave her alone, you filthy bastards.
[grunts] All right, all right.
I'll do it.
[coughing] Eithne don't, don't you take your clothes off.
Don't you do that.
Get him out of here! [coughing] [gasps] Sarge.
Don't you have a wife? Jim.
My contact, he got us something.
Oh, yeah? - An address.
- The town's full of them.
Any one in particular? Sounds like it's an accountant.
- Excuse us, Mr Jacobs.
- Of course.
Now, we've had word they've sent an assassin to shoot Mick Collins, and your fella gives us an accountant? What do you think he's going to do, tax him to death? I just don't think he's trying to play me.
Based on what? How long have you known him? Five minutes? You put me on intelligence, that's what I'm doing.
Yeah and if you want to stay on intelligence, you'll start using yours.
We need to keep this tight, no loose ends.
The assassin, the other special agents, those are the addresses we need.
Sorry, Mr Jacobs.
Lads.
Mr Brogan.
I put a plan to Mr Collins a few days ago and I'm pleased to say Mr Jacobs has brought word from him.
Thank God.
Me trigger finger's getting stiff with lack of use.
- That's not the only thing, boy! - Lads, lads, we're in company.
Jimmy, keep sketch out there for us, will you? Now, first of all, the plan is to obtain guns, not to use them.
Cracked the cipher yet, Miss Sweeney? It's simple letter substitution, once you have the keyword.
And do we have the keyword? Saoirse.
It's Gaelic for freedom.
That's very kind of them to supply it.
They didn't, I worked it out from the repetitions of letter sequences.
Yes, of course you did.
So what do we have? The Bulletin's subscriber list.
Oh, my old boots.
Every last one of them.
Journalists, Labour MPs, Shaw, Pankhurst.
It's very good, Miss Sweeney.
It's very good.
You'll join us, yes? This evening, after supper, for cards? It'd be good to have a fresh face at the table.
Locked up in here all day.
I don't think I What, another secret liaison? No Yes, sir, I'd be happy to join you.
Good.
It's too easy taking money off the others.
Joey.
How's it going? Missing the action? What's he having you do? Catering Corp.
Since when do we do army? Since we need their Lee Enfields.
They're just a bunch of cooks.
They're still army.
We need the guns.
Proper shooters.
We're not going to get them sitting around on our backsides.
You know Father Leonard, don't you? Yeah, sure.
Can he be trusted? He recruited me.
Is he still at the Church at Westland Row? Last I heard.
What's wrong? You looking to make a confession, Jim? [scoffs] Not likely.
Joey.
Now, they won't put up much of a fight.
You and Conor just take their rifles.
And remember, no casualties.
- Yes, sir.
- Good men.
Father Leonard? I'm a friend of Joey Bradley's.
- Oh, yes? - He said you're a believer.
In the Kingdom of Heaven? And the Irish Republic.
The promised land.
Yes, I believe in that, too.
[bell tolls] I know your clients were hoping for a longer let.
But we shall only be requiring it for six months, while we get our house refurbished.
- Yes, Bridget? - Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.
Message from Mr Jacobs.
Yes, yes, that'll be fine.
- Where are they holding them? - The Castle, they think.
Send word to Senator Shea.
Senator Shea? I think the President's 'impartial observer' should know how free speech is treated by their allies, don't you? Fresh fruit and apples, sixpence a pound! I'll take a pound of your apples.
- Will you, now? - Yeah.
Not those ones, the other ones.
Sixpence.
Got to look right, don't it? And Joey, be careful, all right? Piece of cake.
In fact, the job's at a bakery, I'll even bring you back a piece.
- Just a piece? - [chuckles] Fresh fruit and apples, sixpence a pound! Yes? Book of poetry.
Just been returned.
Thank you.
[Lawrence] Have you heard from her? Since you sold her out to the IRA? None of this would have happened If we'd adopted the child and I'd given up my career.
No, Lawrence, I haven't heard from her.
They can help each other.
To what? Kill people? [soldiers chattering indistinctly] Deep breaths, Conor.
Just do what I do.
Stay where you are or I'll shoot.
Why don't you give us your guns, instead? Why would I want to do that? Because if you shoot me, he shoots you.
Same as your friend.
Two of us still walk away with your guns anyway.
So why don't you make it easy for us all, eh? I knew you'd see sense.
Conor.
- [soldier 1] Oi, get your - [gunshots] Move! Back under the truck! - [soldier 2] Take your positions! - [gunshots] [soldier 3] Take cover! - [shouting and screaming] - Man down! - Take cover! - Where are they? [groaning] [soldier 1] Where are they? [soldier 2] I don't see anything.
You, underneath the Tender.
You're completely surrounded.
You've got to the count of three to come out with your hands up.
One, two Minnie? What is it? Joey didn't come back with the guns.
He's been arrested.
Barracks in North Brunswick Street, they're saying.
I need you to do something for me, tonight.
Don't worry.
It'll be all right.
Finished, Mr Saunders? For the day.
Everything in order? I'll let you when I have seen all the relevant documents.
Thank you, Mr Barrett.
Good evening, Mr Butler.
[door opens] Mr Sturgis.
Constance Butler, Lady President of the Irish Prisoners Family Welfare Fund.
Mrs Butler, how can I help you? By releasing the two journalists you're currently holding without charge.
I wasn't aware we were holding journalists.
Well, you are and I demand their immediate release.
One of them is a young woman.
I should look into it first thing in the morning.
Mrs Butler.
Ah, Senator.
I'm glad you're here.
I came as soon as I heard.
I was with the Lord Lieutenant when your message arrived.
Senator Shea, how pleasant to see you again.
So what's this about arresting journalists? Mr Sturgis has just been telling me how he cannot look into it right now.
I said I would look into it in the morning, as a matter of urgency.
Well, if it's a matter of urgency, you should look into it now.
Hmm.
Please.
Well, it doesn't look good, whoever they write for.
I wasn't aware there had been any arrests.
In fact I specifically ordered there to be none.
Well, it appears there were.
And there is such a thing as freedom of speech, on which I have just received a twenty minute lecture from an American Senator.
Would you like me to repeat it for you? What were you doing raiding their paper in the first place? For this.
Their subscriber list.
You're looking at the top twenty.
We've got over 600 names.
All their middle class travelling companions there.
Every last Bolshevik rat in the British Establishment, to boot.
Your Home Office and the Secret Service will be taking turns to eat out of our hands over this.
Well, now that we have it, let the journalists go.
Captain McLeod.
- Major.
- Sir.
General.
Now, look here.
What's all this all about journalists? I specifically ordered I recognised one of them from the raid the other day.
I thought I'd put the wind up her.
Well, now Sturgis has got the wind right up him so [scoffs] Yeah, release them.
Get up.
He's dead.
Finlay, get in here! Now! - Yes, Sarge.
- What the hell have you done? Our clothes not good enough for you? I'm not a criminal.
I'll not wear the uniform of a criminal.
Your own clothes.
Put them on.
Put them on! And then follow me.
Miss Drury, I'm so relieved.
- Are you all right? - Yes.
Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
Where's Diarmuid? They said he'd already been released.
I should get you home.
No, I'd like to find him.
Of course, as you wish.
I'll drive you wherever you want.
Thank you.
Get your kit together.
I'm shipping you out before they start asking questions.
Where to, sir? As far away as possible.
Cork.
I hear the locals call it the Rebel County.
Well, let's see how you all like it.
Cork? I won't be seeing me family after all.
Tonight.
Come.
End.
[knock on door] Agnes! I hope you don't mind if I get ready as we talk? No.
No, go ahead.
These mother's old things? Yeah.
Here, I've some make-up with me.
Let me.
It wasn't to give me fashion advice you came? I'm worried about you.
Barely a day went by I didn't think about you and Tomás.
I'm sorry I didn't We didn't take him back then.
That doesn't matter any more.
This is not the way to get him back.
I've come to beg you, if you haven't already You have.
And are they going to do it? I think so.
I shouldn't say anything.
I'll jinx it.
What have you done for them, Ursula? What do you know that they'd do this for you? Look, I'm grateful to Lawrence for putting me in touch with them, but I don't want to involve either of you any more than I have to.
Well, we are involved.
And these men are killers.
I know perfectly well who these men are and what they do.
I decode their messages.
I work for General Winter, the Head of Intelligence.
What? You never told me.
I'm not meant to.
Jesus, they'd hang you if they ever find out.
Well, they better not find out, then.
Is it the IRA you're going to meet now? Not now, no.
I'm going to play poker at the Castle.
Since when do you play poker? Since General Winter asked me this morning.
And since I don't want to arouse his suspicion, I have to go.
Father.
Mr Kinsella.
What exactly is it you're asking me? That you offer the Americans another boy.
Orphans aren't cattle, Mr Kinsella, to be bought by the head and bid and bartered for.
I'm sure you'd agree, Father Leonard.
The boy's important to us.
A four year old child? And 'us', who is 'us', Mr Kinsella? Those of us trying to liberate the country.
Destroy it, you mean.
That's what you and your sort are doing.
Father, do you honestly think I could let a child into the care of these gangsters? You might be turning the country into a bloody abattoir, but you'll not touch a hair on the head of one of my boys.
Goodnight, gentlemen.
Sister Benedict, please sit down.
Father Leonard, surely you agree, the Church cannot give in to intimidation.
Perhaps, Mr Kinsella, you'd wait outside while I talk to my Sister in Christ.
I'll go a guinea.
Fold.
McLeod, you folded.
I shall fold.
Miss Sweeney? I'll see your pound and shilling and raise you a shilling.
Fold.
I fold.
You've certainly acquired the lingo, Miss Sweeney! She's a very quick learner, Sturgis.
I'm warning you.
Well, then let's test her, shall we? Five guineas.
Now if you're confident that you can beat him, Miss Sweeney, then I am happy to underwrite you.
Now that's not fair.
It's not fair of you to raise the pot more than Miss Sweeney's weekly wage.
Thank you, sir.
Five pounds and five shillings and I'll see you.
[all laughing] Now, before you collect Miss Sweeney, you must tell us what Sturgis had in his hand.
A king and two sevens.
The best he could have made with the cards on the table was two pairs.
[laughing] It was you I was worried about, sir.
Oh, yes? You'd a better hand than I did, but you didn't play it.
What did I have, then? Full house, queens and sixes.
[all laughing] And you? - Three tens.
- How on Earth did she do that? I told you, Sturgis.
She's a phenomenon.
She can learn a new code in ten minutes flat.
I haven't seen one she can't crack.
No, I'll wager she remembers every card that falls and in what sequence.
Now I really must be going.
Oh no, no.
And she knows to leave when she's winning.
Goodnight.
I ordered the car round for you.
Oh, no thank you.
I prefer to walk.
You have your curfew pass? Yes.
I wouldn't want anything to happen to my phenom.
Mr Jacobs.
Not dancing tonight with the belle Josephine? - We've a problem.
- Who? A chap who claims to be an accountant from the Inland Revenue, came to the bank today.
Accountant? Insisted on going through our books.
How do you know he's not from the Inland Revenue? Because he carries a gun.
I need you to put things straight.
- What's his name? - I mean repay the money.
That's not possible.
Just give me his name.
Saunders.
But you can't do anything to him.
That's not how I do business.
There's a Mr Lennox outside that wants to speak with you.
Let me look into your problem.
[door opens] Do as Father Leonard tells you, Tomás.
Sister Benedict.
Who are they? You got my message, good.
Who are they? The girl's my niece, Minnie.
The priest's on our side.
- Where are they taking him? - A safe place.
I'm his mother.
He's safest with me.
If you showed up in Dublin with a kid, the world and his wife would be asking questions and you'd be out of that job.
That job is the reason I've put my neck on the line.
So you're kidnapping him? I gave you what you wanted.
The address? Mr Saunders? There's an assassin out there who's after Michael Collins and you're giving me an accountant? You're lucky I'm even doing this for you.
You need to trust me, Miss Sweeney.
You need to give me the aliases, the real names and lodgings of all of Winter's special agents.
The only one I've heard them mention is the Wolfhound.
- What does he do? - I don't know.
All I know is he's one of you.
He's one of us? - What do you mean he's one of us? - I don't know.
Please, I've told you everything that I know.
Please let me have my son.
You need to find out who he is.
Do you hear me? Find him.
Find the special agents, then I'll return your son to you.
This is how it's got to be.
[door closes] Have you found him? They never released him.
[stammering] Where is he? He was shot while trying to escape, they claim.
Shot? What do you mean, shot? He I'm so sorry, Eithne.
[Eithne sobbing] Take me to him, I want to see him.
- Take me.
- You can't.
You stay out of it! For all we know it was you informed on us.
I'm a reporter.
I need to report his death.
Take me.
You're going nowhere tonight.
They haven't released the body yet, nor even an official statement.
There's nothing we can do at present.
[door closes] [man] Get back here! Stop those men! Stop! Get out of the way! Out of the way! Come back! Stop! Out of the way! Gurriers! Ruining this town, you's are.
Hope you catch them.
- Get back! - [screaming] - Here you go, love.
- Thanks.
Had to come home early.
You two been all right? - Where is he? - Who are you? - Where's my son? - He's not here.
You can't just come barging in here like this - Well, where is he? - It's all right, girls.
Outside.
How did you find us? There's 54 James Mahons in Dublin.
But only one with a niece named Wilhemina.
Don't ever come near here or my family again, do you understand? You understand? I want to see my son.
How do I know he's still alive? Who do you think I am? I need to know he's all right.
- Give me what I asked for.
- What if I can't? What if I can't? I thought I asked you to release the journalists? I did.
Apart from one who unfortunately died under your supervision.
He was shot while trying to escape.
Is there evidence? Well, the officers involved have since been posted away from the city, but I'm sure we could find some evidence if necessary.
I've no option but to follow your line on this.
Although we should reconsider these executions.
Bradley and Corcoran murdered three soldiers.
There's ample evidence for that.
Yes, but hanging them like common criminals? How will the public perceive it? This is not a war.
They are common criminals.
You're making it impossible for me to bring Sinn Féin to the table.
They'll come to the table, but only after I've taken out Collins so thoroughly disheartening his death squads and the IRA.
DeValera has no option but to talk to us on whatever terms we see fit.
Now is this not the purpose of the Prime Minister's dual strategy? You must keep me abreast of your actions.
- We need to pull together on this.
- Of course.
Where's Miss Sweeney? Oh, she hasn't been in yet today.
Doctor's appointment.
I do hope there's nothing wrong with your phenom.
[Lawrence] You mind yourself.
I'll see you in a full weeks time.
[woman] Thank you, Doctor.
I know I said I wouldn't involve you any further.
And I told you we are involved.
I warned you, the both of you.
I'm sorry.
This is kidnap.
I'll talk to him.
I'll tell them if he wants Ursula to do as he asks, she needs to know her son's all right.
Thank you.
I can't promise anything, but I'll try.
Come on.
[groaning] [shivering] Hangman's on his way from England.
Now, your only hope is if the Lord Lieutenant commutes your sentence to life.
And the only way that that's going to happen is if you talk.
So, who ordered the bakery job? Billy the Kid.
Sorry to be asking you out of retirement so soon, but I need your expertise on this.
Going in there, just the two of us? You'll lose us, as well as Joey and Conor.
Once they're in the hanging cells in Mountjoy, there's no hope of rescuing them.
When they move them, that's our chance.
It's a risk, but one I'm willing to take.
Willing for us to take.
Willing to take with my men.
But time is ticking on.
How do you know they're going to move them? - A source.
- And that it isn't a trap? I can rely on my contacts.
I thought you two were close.
Him and your niece and all.
Look, you are the only hope he has, Jimmy.
So what's the plan? [Jimmy] We're going to go in and get them.
How? By asking for them.
From now, until we get back, just do as I say, you understand? All right.
[moaning] In a few minutes that arm is going to come clean out of that socket.
So again, who? Buffalo Bill.
[grunting] Winter wants to know if you've got anything.
[gasping] Just the one.
James Mahon.
One of their shooters, wanted for that murder last week.
He's saying he's one of ours.
- And is he? - No.
But why not let them think that he is? If they want to kill one of their own, it's one less bastard for us to take care of.
Oh, you're all ears aren't you? - [loud thump] - [screaming] Send him to Mountjoy.
- You can't send him in that condition.
- Then clean him up.
I'll report to General Winter myself.
Guard! [theme music playing]