The Wind That Shakes the Barley

Teddy:
[looking around Hamilton's study] Such a beautiful room, it's hard to imagine a man's scream from here. Ever seen fingernails ripped out with a rusty pliers, Sir John, hmm? All your learning, and you still don't understand.

Sir John Hamilton:
Oh, I understand perfectly, Mr. O'Donovan. God preserve Ireland if ever your kind take control.

Damien:
[trains his gun on Hamilton] Well, you'd better start getting used to the idea.

Damien:
Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. That what you call a martyr, is it, Teddy?

Damien:
I tried not to get into this war, and did, now I try to get out, and can't.

Damien:
The Treaty does not express the will of the people, but the fear of the people.

Damien:
And once again, with honourable exception, the Catholic Church sides with the rich.

Damien:
Strange creatures we are, even to ourselves.

Teddy:
It's not too late, Damien.

Damien:
For me or for you?

Damien:
[loading revolver] I studied anatomy for five years, Dan. And now i'm going to shoot this man in the head. I've known Chris Reilly since he was a child. I hope this Ireland we're fighting for is worth it.

Chris:
Promise me, Damien. Promise me you won't bury me next to him?

[points to Sir John]

Damien:
The chapel. Do you remember, on the way up? Do you remember?

Chris:
Yeah.

Damien:
In there.

Chris:
Tell Teddy I'm sorry. I'm scared, Damien.

Damien:
[sighs] Have you said your prayers?

Chris:
Yeah.

Damien:
God protect you.

Damien:
[to Teddy] You have wrapped yourself in the f***ing Union Jack! The butcher's apron, boy!

Damien:
It's easy to know what you are against, but quite another to know what you are for.

Finbar:
[the IRA have just gunned down several Black and Tans] Mercenaries! That were paid to come over here to make us crawl, and to wipe us out. We've just sent a message to the British cabinet that will echo and reverbarate around the world! If they bring their savagery over here, we will meet it with a savagery of our own!

Damien:
Give me your letters, Chris.

[Damien holds out his hand. Chris just looks at him]

Damien:
Give me your letters, Chris!

Chris:
I didn't know what to write. And Mam can't read.

[Damien lets his hand fall, sighs]

Chris:
Just tell her I love her. And where I'm buried.

Damien:
How many British soldiers in the country, Tim?

Tim:
Too many.

Damien:
How many?

Teddy:
About ten thousand, Damien.

Damien:
Ten Thousand. Tans, artillery units, machine-gun car, cavalry...

Teddy:
And many more besides. What's your point, Damien?

Damien:
It's young men like Micheail we're talkin' about, Teddy.

Teddy:
Micheail was a real Irishman, Damien.

Ned:
You're a coward, Damien.

Damien:
I'm a coward? And you're a hero, isn't it, Ned? You're gonna take down the British army with your hurley, is that it?

Rory:
For Christ's sake, Damien. What about Micheail?

Damien:
Look, Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. Is that what you call a martyr, Teddy, is it?

Sinead:
So we should all buy a one-way ticket to London, is that it, Damien?

Sir John Hamilton:
[facing execution] You'll never beat us. Never!