The Wind That Shakes the Barley Page #3

they're going to kill you.

Rory.

Did you see our position when you

came over the crest of that hill?

You did not. You were looking down

at your shoes,

trying to pick your way through

the mud and keep your shoes clean.

There'll be clean shoes on your corpse.

You also, cos it's your responsibility,

led your men into open ground.

You didn't use the natural cover.

It's on your shoulders

and I don't want to see it again.

We're only saying this

to keep you alive.

All I need is the size of a packet

of fags. Only that size.

I've got fags.

Chris, come here. One second.

Packet of fags. See that rock down

there with four white spots on it?

Put that on top of it. There's fags

in that now. I want them back. Go on.

Look, listen and learn.

Over to the left now, Chris boy.

Direct hit!

You've wrecked your fag box!

Good man.

- Hi, lads.

- Sinead.

Bang on time. We're not long here.

What have you got for us, Sinead?

- Some fags for Steady Boy.

- Thanks very much, Sinead.

- Want any?

- No.

That's from Finbar, Teddy.

- Jesus, it's the barracks.

- We're going to hit the barracks?

- Which town is it?

- A detailed map of the building.

I was almost caught

on the way over to you.

They stopped you?

Yeah, a few miles back.

- Were there many?

- Eight or nine.

- Did you get a fright?

- I'm grand.

- Listen, we'll let you go.

- Mind yourself, girl.

Good luck, Sinead.

Sinead? Sinead?

How are things at home?

They're not the best.

- It's been tough on us all.

- I know.

How are you yourself?

Jesus, Damien.

I can still hear his voice.

I have something here for you.

It's Micheail's

St Christopher's medal.

And I know that he really looked up

to you, so I'd like you to have it.

Thank you.

I'll be thinking of you.

Sh*t!

Hey, you down there!

What do you think you're doing?

D Been a wild rover

d Through many's the year

d And I've spent all my money

on whiskey and beer

d And it's no nay never

d No nay never no more

- Shut your...

- Jesus!

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Get down, you ugly bastard!

Hands above your heads.

- Get up and face the wall.

- Against the wall.

Eyes straight ahead.

The King doesn't want

any heroes tonight. Now shut up.

Stand there, lad.

Right, men. Back here, please.

Understand this. You are now seen

as traitors to your nation.

If I hear one more report of any

of our boys falling down your stairs,

you'll be shot. Is that clear?

This is your final warning.

Right, men, load them up.

You face forward.

Come on, lads, move it on.

Come on now. Hurry up.

Keep your mouth shut,

if you know what's good for you.

It's not as easy as it looks.

- Shot, Teddy lad.

- Shot.

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