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Against the backdrop of the Irish War of Independence, two brothers fight a guerrilla war against British forces.
Damien: I tried not to get into this war, and did, now I try to get out, and can't.
Damien: It's easy to know what you are against, but quite another to know what you are for.
Damien: Strange creatures we are, even to ourselves.
Damien: And once again, with honourable exception, the Catholic Church sides with the rich.
Damien: The Treaty does not express the will of the people, but the fear of the people.
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?
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: [to Teddy] You have wrapped yourself in the fucking Union Jack! The butcher's apron, boy!
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.
Teddy: It's not too late, Damien. Damien: For me or for you?
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: 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.
Sir John Hamilton: [facing execution] You'll never beat us. Never!
Damien: Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. That what you call a martyr, is it, Teddy?
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.