My Life for Ireland

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MY LIFE FOR IRELAND

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Sinister area, this.

What a disgrace...

because of those Irish bastards,

you can't even get some sleep.

For weeks on end.

No time for breakfast anymore.

Cheers.

You're looking really underfed.

You could take the grain

from those few starving farmers.

So we can have the whole neighborhood

on our necks.

Yesterday, they beat another

cop to death.

- The insurgents are more brazen.

- That's O'Brien and his men.

Let him come.

This time, we're ready for them.

It's 5:
00. Let's go.

Open up!

- Break it down.

- Let's go.

- What's your name?

- Pat Mullins.

Pat Mullins. That's correct.

You haven't paid rent

in two years.

It's my house and my land.

I don't have to pay anyone.

The land belongs to the English Crown.

Are you going to pay?

Where would I get the money?

The harvest is rotten.

Thousands of us are starving to death.

And I should pay rent?

With what?

That's your problem. Do your job.

Clear the house immediately.

My house? Clear my house? No!

- No, not in there.

- Get out of the way.

Let go of my dad.

God will punish you...

for all the misery you have wrought.

Let me worry about that.

God and I are very close.

What's that?

The pigs are resisting! Get them!

O'Brien.

They'll eventually learn

to leave us farmers alone.

They got their fill of buckshot from us.

- Damn, they have reinforcements.

- Quick, retreat to safety!

They expected us.

Get them! Go, go, go!

You should have blown a hole

in the fat man's head.

- That slave driver deserves it.

- Quick. They're cutting us off.

- Michael! What is it?

- Nothing. Get out of here.

Get O'Brien! Dead or alive.

- Leave. I order you.

- Michael, I won't leave you.

The defendants have confessed

to belonging to a secret society...

that plans to violently overthrow

the present government...

and to separate Ireland

from the United Kingdom.

- That's high treason.

- High treason?

We haven't betrayed anyone.

We fought for our country's freedom.

Which, you English

have betrayed and sold out.

In the course of your criminal actions,

good English soldiers were attacked.

An honorable sheriff was killed

in the line of duty.

- That is murder.

- Murder?

You have driven us from our homes.

Fenced us in.

You have left us no tree

to hang ourselves from...

no water to drown

ourselves in...

not enough soil

to bury our dead.

Thousands and thousands

starved to death last year.

You starved them to death.

That's murder!

Enough!

My patience is at an end.

I hereby announce the verdict.

In the name of his majesty,

the king of Britain and Ireland.

The defendants,

Michael O'Brien, goldsmith...

Raymond Davitt, clerk...

Richard Sullivan, transport worker...

Patrick Pollock, writer...

Emmet Doyle, student...

Thomas Byrne, university professor...

are sentenced to die by hanging.

We protest this disgraceful trial.

The legality of the verdict

cannot be appealed.

The verdict will be carried out

in 24 hours.

- Verdict! You'll regret this.

- Take them away!

- You're judges? You're murderers.

- Out!

No hearing, no defense.

You are so pathetic.

Stop it!

I can't take it anymore!

Don't just sit there.

Say something.

Say something.

I can't take this waiting.

We'll have to accept it, son.

It'll pass.

What if it was all for nothing?

A sacrifice is never in vain.

We are the seeds.

Those who come after us will harvest.

I have always wanted to be

with some smart people.

Too bad we don't have more time.

Don't worry.

We have plenty of time

until judgment day.

A bit too much time.

What are you thinking, Michael?

Maeve.

September 14.

Today, we were going to get married.

Your matter is somewhat

unusual, Ms. Fleming.

Allow me to say that I think

you're acting rashly.

Your relationship with a terrorist

could destroy your whole future.

My future has been destroyed.

I love Michael O'Brien...

but he's been sentenced to die.

It is hard to understand...

why a man

with a beautiful bride like you...

would do things

that could cost him his life.

You're rejecting my request?

No, my child, not at all.

We English are not monsters.

If you really insist-

Thank you.

May I tell him myself?

Sure, you can.

You see I do everything possible.

I exceed my authority...

but who could say no

to such a beautiful woman?

May I go now?

Take the lady to the office

and send for the prisoner.

Yes, sir.

To see you again!

- Are you in pain?

- Not much anymore.

You've heard the verdict?

I know.

You have to be brave, Maeve.

Michael, did you remember...

that we were to get married today?

Yes, I did.

I talked to the commander,

and we can marry today.

Today? Now? Here in jail?

No, Maeve, it can't be.

You can't have my name.

It would brand you.

It would make me strong...

me and your child.

- My child?

- Our child.

Is that true?

I want to be your wife,

because our son should have your name.

The name Michael O'Brien.

Do you, Michael O'Brien...

by your own free will

take Maeve to be your wife?

Yes, I do.

Maeve Fleming,

do you sincerely and firmly commit...

to take Michael O'Brien

as your husband?

Yes, I do.

Now take each other's hand

to solemnize your vows.

I hereby pronounce you

husband and wife.

Till death do you part.

Till death do us part.

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