Michael Collins Page #2

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Our uniform will be that of the man

on the street, the peasant in the field.

We'll strike the enemy

and vanish back in the crowd again.

What do we strike with?

What have you got?

Show me.

Jeez, look at this, Harry.

Same old story.

You need something better.

Where's the police barracks?

-Two miles down the road.

-There is an arsenal.

How do we get in? We have no bullets!

They don't know that.

What's that?

-A sod of turf.

-Wrong. That's a weapon.

F***ing deadly.

You don't believe me?

What is it now?

Good evening, lads.

Hands in the air.

-Drop your weapons!

-Now!

We'll relieve you of your responsibilities.

Grab that bag, one of youse.

Jesus, lads, it's Christmas.

You'll be organized in flying columns.

Fight on your own terms.

What's your name?

-Whose terms, Pat?

-Ours.

l want each of those to capture ten more.

And l want you to account for every bullet,

understand?

Stand up!

-You understand?

-Yes, sir!

l'll make a f***ing army out of you

if it's the last thing l do.

-Am l late, Joe?

-Not yet.

Can't keep the gob-shites waiting.

Harry, l want something--

Hold on, hold on. Behind you.

Jesus wept.

Five minutes.

Sit down.

Have a drink.

What's this?

What's all this?

You've been on my heels for weeks.

Very eager for a G man.

l've something for you.

Don't!

Don't you ever calm down?

Names and addresses

of the whole cabinet.

They're to be lifted tonight.

lt's an illegal gathering...

...in open defiance

of His Majesty's government.

How'd you get this?

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

Why should l trust you?

Logically, l suppose you shouldn't.

But l've been on your heels for weeks...

...making notes of your speeches.

Let's just say that you can be persuasive.

You work for the Castle.

l know.

What was it you said...

...'Our only weapon is our refusal.'

l am getting very tired of the spectacle...

...of an upstart dominating

these entire cabinet proceedings.

l've said it before and l'll say it again:

The minister is, as usual,

exceeding his brief.

And just what is my brief?

lntelligence.

Bullshit.

l'm minister for gunrunning,

daylight robbery and general mayhem.

Until we're armed,

nothing's going to happen.

But as minister of intelligence,

l'd like to inform you...

...that each of us is to be arrested...

...tonight.

How does the minister know this?

Now, Cathal, don't exceed your brief.

Names, addresses, next of kin,

of the whole cabinet.

They know more about us

than our mothers do.

How do we know it's genuine?

We don't, chief. But it could well be.

So, nobody sleeps at home tonight.

l disagree.

Do sleep at home tonight.

lf Mr. Collins has been gulled,

we'll sleep soundly.

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