The Wind That Shakes the Barley Page #2

So we should all buy a one-way ticket

to London, is that it, Damien?

Damien?

Bye, Sinead.

Squad, halt!

Right turn!

Corporals, fall out.

Listen up, I'm gonna fall you out.

The front rank

will go to the far carriage.

The rear rank

will go to the nearest carriage.

Squad, attention.

Fall out.

Hold it! Hold it!

No soldiers on this train.

Stay there. Stay there.

- No soldiers on this train.

- Get out of the way!

I am under instructions.

The driver of this train has been...

- Move out of the way!

- Driver!

- Speak to him yourself.

- Get out of the way!

- Get back.

- Hold on. What's up?

- Who the f*** are you?

- The driver.

Get back on the train

and start driving.

My union has instructed me

not to carry...

I don't give a f*** about your union.

...not to carry any British personnel,

weapons or supplies.

Get back on the train or else

I'll blow your f***ing head off.

- Get on the train and drive.

- Get back on the train!

- I'm not moving the carriages.

- Get back on the train!

Don't hurt the man like that!

- Can you drive the train?

- Not without the driver.

You! Find someone to drive

this train. Find someone...

You hurt the driver!

- Find someone to drive...

- I can't!

You f***er!

Irish f***ing bastard!

Bastard! C*nt!

Wouldn't drive the f***ing train!

I'll f***ing kill ya!

You wouldn't drive the train.

- Get them off the train.

- Everybody, off the train!

- Are you alright?

- Grand. Help him.

How are you? Look at me. Look at me.

Irish bastards!

Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Bastards.

"I do solemnly swear

that to the best of my ability

I will support and defend

the Government of the Irish Republic,

which is Dail Eireann, against

all enemies, foreign and domestic,

and I will bear true faith

and allegiance to the same,

and I take this obligation freely,

without any mental reservation

or purpose of evasion."

"So help me, God."

- I'm glad to have you with us.

- Thank you, Finbar.

- Steady Boy.

- Well done, Damien boy.

Leo, thank you.

- Good to have you, Damien.

- Good to have you, Damien.

- I knew you wouldn't get that train.

- Did you, now?

Because I would've kicked your arse

if you had.

Where's the rest

of that shaggin' section?

Move, you...

I have him. I have him. I have him.

Right sections, hollow square.

Section Two, facing me. Come on.

Section One, along here.

Ned, Aidan, Sean,

Damien, Paul, Vince,

Richard, Dennis, Pat, down.

Why are they down?

Why are they down, lads?

- Dead.

- Dead. That's right.

I estimate half the column just died.

Everyone down.

If we lose half this column,

it's not readily replaceable.

The Brits see you,

they're going to kill you,

the Brits catch you,

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