These boys backing the local bigwig
and selling out a mother who hasn't got a penny. Just like yours!
Teddy... Teddy, I have no problem taking any order you want to give me.
I'll jump off a cliff, if you want.
But you sure as hell better respect this court.
- Dan. - This is our government.
I understand what you're saying.
I will pay for the woman's groceries out of my own pocket.
It's not about that!
Right there.
Jesus.
We buried him in this chapel in the mountains.
(sighs) And I went down and...
...and I told his mother.
His mother who has cooked meals for me and her son.
And when I told her she... she just looked at me.
And then she went in and she put on her shoes.
And she come out and she said, "Take me to my child."
And we walked for six hours and she didn't say one word.
Then we got to the chapel.
(sighs) And I showed her the grave.
And I'd put a... cross and some flowers on it.
And she turned to me and she said, "I never want to see your face again."
I've crossed the line now, Sinead.
I want time with you, Damien O'Donovan.
I can't feel anything.
(singing in Gaelic)
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Right, Ted.
That's all, Father. Thanks.
Right.
(priest) I'll give the boys a blessing, Finbar.
May our Lord Jesus Christ who sacrificed Himself on the cross
for each and every one of you...
...may He grant you the strength and courage
to deal with the trials and tribulations that lie before you.
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
(men) Amen.
Congo, in there.
Ned, just on Damien's right.
Finbar, on the far side.
Just by... Yeah, on Ned's right.
Auxies, lads! Auxies!
- Auxies! - Auxies!
(gunfire)
Fall out!
(whistle)
Cease fire!
Damien. Congo.
- (man) Cease fire! - Go down and check.
Congo, cover Damien.
(man) Dan, Finbar, Vince, Shane, watch the position from here.
Donacha, eyes towards the open road.
- Are you OK, Teddy? - One man dead! One man dead!
We got one man dead!
- What did he say? - One man dead.
Who's dead?
(man) Finbar, one man dead!
- Up here, Damien. - (man) Get the weapons.
It's Gogan. Give me your gun.
- He's dead. - He's gone?
- What? - He's gone.
He's dead. Gogan's dead.
- Move it. - Come on, wake up.
- Come on, men, you're soldiers. - Stop looking at them.
- You are soldiers! - Move, move, move!
Move it, come on! Move it!
He would have killed you!
- Move! Come on! Fall in! - Form up your columns.
- Into threes. - In threes.
- Shoulder your weapon. - Shoulder your weapon!
- Sean, buck up, boy! - Into your section.
Column,
attention!
(all) Hup!
Rough business, boys. Filthy job.
Now, look again, I'm going to show you something.
Look! Look to your right.
Look to your right.
Mercenaries who were paid to come over
to make us crawl and to wipe us out.
Here's what we've done. We've sent a message to the British Cabinet
that will echo and reverberate around the world.
If they bring their savagery over here,
we will meet it with a savagery of our own.
(birdsong)
(shouting)
(man) Everybody out! Get them out!
Go on. Keep going.
Get down. Against that wall.
Get down on your knees. Get down on your knees!
Shit!
Have you a round? One round?
We haven't a bullet between us. Stay where you are.
- (shouting) - Oh, shit!
Fucking hell, just let me go down there!
Stay the fuck down! There's nothing we can do. They're dead.
(shouting)
- Get her arm! - No!
(Damien) Jesus Christ!
No!
You bastards! Get off me!
(shouting)
Stay. No, you stay where you are!
What good are you dead? Stay. You stay where you are.
(glass shatters)
(cheering)
(screams)
Tell us what we want to know!
- (shouts) - Tell us what we want to know!
You go, you're dead. Stay!
Fenian whore!
Look at it burn!
Tell us what we want.
Tell us! Tell us!
(clattering)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Easy does it.
- How's she holding up? - She's very weak still.
Well, Bernadette, we'll have to find you
somewhere to stay for the next few weeks.
I'm sure the McCarthys will keep us for a while, Damien.
I'll go over there later on. Mam, we'll go over to McCarthy's later.
- I'm not moving out of this place. - What?
I'm not moving out of this place.
I was four years old, my father died of a famine fever.
- Sure, I know, Peggy. - And later, I had five children.
And I was evicted. And I am not moving out, unless in the box.
(Damien) lt'll only be for a few weeks.
There's nothing here. The house is gone.
- I'll clean out the chicken coop. - Now, don't be talking like that.
- Clean out the chicken coop? - Yes, I'm cleaning the chicken coop.
Where Micheail was murdered? You expect us to live inside there?
- I'll clean the chicken coop. - I know, Peggy.
- You can't do this to me, Nan! - I'll go and clean the chicken coop.
Jesus Christ, can you not see what they've done to me?
- I'm not as strong you, Nan. - Nan, please.
Jesus, Damien, will you take me away from here?
- Come here. Sinead. Come on. - I can't take it any more!
I don't want to end up like her! I want to have some kind of a life!
(Damien) Come on. Come on.
- Ah, Jesus! - Sit down. Sit down. Sit down.
- (sobs) - You're still in shock, do you hear?
- It's all gone. - Easy now. Easy now. Easy now.
- Sinead. - (sobs)
- Teddy O'Donovan? - (banging)
Teddy O'Donovan?
I've an urgent message for Teddy O'Donovan.
- What do you want? - I've a message for him.
- What's your name? - Tomas, sir.
What's the message?
I don't know. It just starts with T, that's all I know.
The most important word of the message starts with a T?
- Where's the message? - Who gave it to you?
- A man down the village. - I think he's lost it.
- Come on now, where's the message? - Check in your back pockets.
- Who gave it to you? You lost it? - Take off your jacket.
- Was it a piece of paper? - Yes.
- Was it an important message? - Yes. He said it was very important.
(Teddy) He had a message but he's lost it.
I don't have time for this.
- Did you come down or up the hill? - Down the hill.
See if you can find it. Thick for dropping the message, was it?
Hold up, I have it. I have it. I have it.
"A truce has been declared. Hostilities cease from midnight."
- "God bless you all. Finbar." - Truce?
- What? - A truce has been declared.
- "A truce has been declared." - Give us a look.
"Hostilities cease from midnight. God bless you all. Finbar."
- You're joking! - Jesus Christ!
Is that right?
- It's a truce, lads. - Is that right?
"A truce has been declared."
- It is Finbar's writing? - It is, yeah.
- "God bless you all. Finbar." - Jesus!
- What is it? - A truce.
Yes! Yes!
(lrish music)
(dramatic piano music)
(man) "Sinn Fein and Government Delegates meet
and everybody hopes for a happy settlement."
(applause)
"Success! British and Irish leaders sign Peace Treaty."
"The Agreement will establish a new Irish Free State."
(cheering)
"It will have full control of customs, tariffs and economic policy."
That's it, boy.
"The Irish Delegates who signed the treaty..."
"The new state will remain within the British Empire as a dominion."
As a dominion?
"Members of the new Parliament will swear an oath of allegiance to..."
You see this?
"Splendid news says the King!"
What kind of peace can you have with a king?
They're in the wrong.
- I don't have any fecking king. - Feck off!
What? No way! No way!
Is this what we fought for, is it? Is this what we fought for, is it?
A betrayal of 1916.
(Damien) Look at this, boy. It's all true.
"Lmmediate and terrible war."
Those were the exact words.
The threat promised by the British Cabinet
if we didn't ratify this treaty.
Lloyd George, Churchill, Chamberlain, Birkenhead, Hamar Greenwood.
A bunch of more vicious bastards in the one room you can't imagine.
They have just watched 17 million
men, women and children die in the Great War.
You think they'll give a damn about a few thousand dead Republicans?
Bluffing. They're in a dirty war and they can't win.
- Oh, I see. Fair enough. - I agree.
They're not going to lose face in America. And the rest of the world.
- They're not going to risk that. - It's costing them ￡10,000 a day.
They've a lot more after that, don't you worry.
Lads, you're not hearing what Teddy's saying.
"Lmmediate and terrible war." Think about it.
We've 3,500 rifles in the country. How's that going to work for us? Huh?
Lads, we have freedom within our grasp.
We're that close. It's just one inch but it's still out of reach.
And if we stop now, we will never again... regain the power
that I can feel in this room. I can sense it in this room today.
And if we stop short now,
never in our lifetime will we see that energy again. Ever!
So I'm begging each and every one of you to just go that inch.
We cannot stop until we've complete freedom from Britain!
Remember this? Remember this?
Each one of us swore an oath of allegiance
to the Irish Parliament of 1919. This treaty flies in the face of it.
It insults it by asking us to swear another oath
to the King that we're trying to get out. An oath!
And maybe if I was a politician, like yourselves,
I could say whatever I want, but I'm not.
I'm a Republican. And the only question I want you to answer is,
are you men of your word?
Do you expect me to answer that?
- Are you a Republican? - Of course I'm a Republican!
- I need to say something in answer. - Bloody liar.
Absent faces.
But they're still present in here.
It's Kevin, Johnny, Colum, murdered in the barracks.
There's Benny, shot in the back while cutting turf.
Aidan, tortured and then hung.
Micheail.
Jesus, I could go on all day, but we can't forget Micheail.
He was beaten to a pulp in front of his mother.
And I cannot, I will not...
...spit on the graves of our dead martyrs
by swearing an oath of allegiance to the British Crown!
If you really want to desecrate the graves of those boys,
if you want to insult their memories, you go ahead and reject this treaty.
Because this is what they died for.
And because a lot of you are too stubborn!
You're too stubborn! You're too stubborn to...
(shouting)
Talk about Michael Collins. Michael Collins is a hero.
He went down there to London. He was seduced by the wining and dining.
- He did not negotiate a proper treaty. - Bloody surrender.
More of a surrender than what the British are doing?
Think of the concessions they've made.
Lloyd George is in a coalition with die-hard Tories.
As far as they're concerned,
Ireland is this tiny dot in a much bigger picture.
Do you seriously think they'd let him give the green light to nationalists
in India and in Africa
and the whole fucking empire by giving us complete independence?
It was never going to happen that way, and you all know it.
If we ratify this treaty, we will destroy the two most precious gifts
that we won with this last election.
One, being a mandate for complete freedom, not a compromised freedom.
The second, being a Democratic programme in which is enshrined
the priority, the public welfare over private welfare.
This treaty will copper-fasten the hold of the powerful over the poor
because there will be a governor general
who'll have our puppet parliament on a leash. It'll be business as usual,
with workers tied to a shift at a factory and fellas begging for jobs.
It's the partition of the country. The alienation,
the abandonment of our brothers in the top of this country.
You say the Brits are leaving? They're going 300 miles up the road.
Men, women and children being burned out of their homes.
It's true, boy. It's true.
My cousins are on the streets of Belfast.
Burned from their homes by Loyalists. There's refugees all over Dublin.
You know what this treaty means for them?
Instead of sectarian gangs, they'll now face those same thugs
armed and uniformed by the British state.
- (shouting) - Read the treaty, Sinead.
(Sinead) There's no certainty. We'll have a divided Ireland.
There is certainty. Read the treaty. Read the treaty. There is certainty.
Dan?
My dad was a navvy. He worked in London,
digging holes for tuppence ha'penny until it killed him.
I had two sisters I never got to know
because they died in infancy for want of a doctor.
Now, what I signed up to, when I got involved in this, was part... Here.
I have a piece of paper here.
It's from the Democratic Programme of the First Dail.
It's a short quote. I won't keep you. I'm going to read this out to you.
"The nation's sovereignty
extends not only to all the men and women of the nation,
but to all its material possessions,
the nation's soil and all its resources. All the wealth,
and all the wealth-producing processes within the nation."
That means, all of us in this country own every bit of this country.
And that's what we all signed up to when we voted for the Dail. Right?
If we pursue this,
every child in this country will have an equal chance.
If we don't, they won't have a chance in hell.
If we ratify this treaty, all we're changing
is the accents of the powerful and the colour of the flag.
(applause)
That's not true! That's not true!
(drumming)
Thanks be to God, it was a great day to see the back of them.
Jesus Christ, I thought I'd never see the day.
- You can say that again. - Not before time.
Exactly.
Good riddance to them.
One-way ticket now, lads. Have a safe journey and God bless all of you.
- Bugger off, Paddy! - And I'll see you in hell.
Eyes to your front, soldier!
Look at them. Not a gun between them.
Handed them all over to the freestaters.
Jesus Christ. They're on their way. Is that not good enough for you?
Here, look at the gombeen-men. Licking their lips already, Damien.
Decent men.
- Oh, are they? - Yeah, they are.
- It's Teddy in the freestate uniform. - What?
Teddy's wearing the bloody freestate uniform.
Kick out the Black and Tans, bring in the Green and Tans.
Bastards, the lot of you.
You won't even give us a chance. This treaty's been approved by the Dail.
Hasn't been approved in the field.
Hasn't been approved in here, boy.
- Any of you for a drink? - Yeah, go on.
- How are you, boy? - Lads.
We're back at work again. I have to go to Dublin.
The Republican Army leaders have summoned an emergency meeting.
Seven out of ten volunteers out against the treaty.
These freestate ladeens up here are recruiting left, right and centre.
Ex-British army, all sorts.
Is it true they're bringing in weapons from England?
There's all sorts of rumours. We're setting up a new HQ in Dublin.
I need the pair of you and I need Rory to keep the training going.
- I'll be in touch when I can. - Alright.
What if they try to take our guns?
Over my dead body will we give up a single bullet.
You have to keep down.
- Keep your backsides down. - Tuck it into your elbows.
- Keep your arse down. - Get the muzzle up out of there.
You'll smash that rifle.
The butt of your rifle is facing away from you.
Come on, boy, keep the line. Come on.
Keep the line, lads. Don't be rushing ahead.
My grandmother could do better.
You're falling behind again, you dozy bollox. Move forward.
Look down the line. There isn't one.
Your muzzle's going straight into the dirt.
Right, next line.
Don't be last in line.
On the double means run. Come on!
Form the line.
Down on your bellies.
Rifles as we told you.
You know where you're going. You don't have to look.
Your dozy face makes a great target. Now put your head down!
Are you the doctor? Are you the doctor? I need a doctor.
- I'm a doctor. - I've a sick child. Can you see him?
- In to your left. - Thank you.
Well, now. Hello.
- What's your name? - Diarmuid.
Can I have a little look at your eyes? There's a good man.
Good boy. Can you stick out your tongue for me? Now say, "Aaah".
- Aaah. - Good fella.
Right. Will you sit up? I want to have a look at your tummy.
Take that off.
Good man. Now, lie back down for me.
Will he be alright, Doctor?
He will. He'll be fine. Good boy.
Good man.
- Would you like a glass of water? - I won't. I'm fine.
- Maybe a drop for himself. - Right.
Up you get now.
- Are they your sisters outside? - Yeah.
- What are their names? - Aoife, Sheila and Emer.
Aoife, Sheila and Emer.
How is he?
(sighs)
(whispers) He's half-starved, Dan.
(Dan) Jesus!
There's two piles of 30 there, alright? Double-check 'em.
Alright.
- Who's doing the stall on Saturday? - (Steady Boy) Huh?
- The stall. - I'm not doing any stall.
- What? - Feck off. Ask Lily to do the stall.
(Lily) I can't do the stall. You'll have to do it.
(Ned) Er, I can't.
(Rory) One thing I don't understand,
why do you always put Labour above the Republic?
Telegram from Dublin.
Finbar was in the Four Courts with the Republican leaders.
Freestaters smashed the place with 18-pounders from the British.
- For fuck's sake. - Bastards!
- Sinead, was there anyone killed? - I've no details, Lily.
But Finbar wants us to hit back down here immediately.
I'm not hitting back.
- Where you off to there, Ned? - I'm sorry, lads.
- I've had enough. - That's an order from Finbar.
Tell that to the bastards killing Republicans in the Four Courts!
Where are you going, boy?
The longer I stay here, the more men's lives are in danger. Come on.
Rory, what's this going to achieve? Ned?
- We've received our orders, alright? - Jesus Christ.
Sorry, lads. I'm not hitting back.
(Damien) There's men in the Four Courts. Our comrades are up there.
Damien. I'm with you all the way, but... I'm with you all the way,
but these are our own lads.
No, our comrades are in the Four Courts. They're our comrades.
- This won't stop in the Four Courts. - It's over for me.
Just hang on, will you?
Jesus Christ.
- Right, you bastards. - (shouting)
Put it down! Put it down!
Rory! Rory, stand your men down. Rory, stand your men down.
- Shut your hole! - Frighten the ladies.
- Shut your hole! - Stand down.
Grab their guns. How many?
Fucking turncoats!
- Put it down. Put it down! - (shouting)
Jesus Christ, what are you doing?
(Rory) Shut up! I've a good mind to do you all.
Come on, hurry up, move it!
You've killed two fellow Irishmen!
Tell that to the boys in the Four Courts! Come on, move it.
- What's it like to kill an Irishman? - Shut your hole!
Come on, move it. Come on.
Bloody Rory, he's insane. Some bastards are beyond reason.
Self-righteous Rory, with his big thick head on him.
He's quite content being the underdog, you do know that?
- I do indeed. - Jesus.
- The military courts will show them. - It's not enough.
What are you saying?
If they take one out, we take one back. To hell with the courts.
Jesus, Teddy, they're still our boys out there.
They're confused. They'll run out of steam.
Some will. Some will fight to the end.
I agree. We've got to stamp it out.
If we don't stop them, the Brits will be back.
After all we've achieved, after everything we've been through,
we can't go back to that.
I never thought I'd see the day.
Military courts established in Ireland by Irishmen.
Deportation or the death penalty for those caught with arms.
In the name of God, what is going on?
I found this on the street during the week.
"Under the Republic, the lands of the aristocracy who live in London
will be seized and divided up against landless workers and small farmers."
"All industry and agriculture will be controlled by the state
for the workers' and farmers' benefit."
Not content with stealing your savings,
they'll be nationalising the 12 apostles next.
Dear brethren, we have an opportunity for the first time in generations
in this country for peace and prosperity.
We have that opportunity without English soldiers marching in our streets
and outside our churches on a Sunday morning.
We have that opportunity because we have signed a treaty.
- A treaty of peace. - (muttering)
Quiet!
Let me remind those of you who have forgotten
of the pastoral letter signed by Cardinal Logue and other bishops.
Anti-Treatyite irregulars have, and I quote,
"Wrecked Ireland from end to end."
"And all those who participate in such crimes
are guilty of the gravest sins
and may not be absolved in confession nor admitted to Holy Communion."
In other words, excommunication!
This opinion of the treaty is not just the opinion of the Catholic Church,
it is the opinion of other churches.
And it is the opinion of every newspaper
up and down, and the length and breadth of this country.
But most importantly, this treaty was ratified,
overwhelmingly ratified, by the people
in their democratic expression in the June election.
Can you tell me, how can there be a fair election in this country
when the most powerful country in the world threatens war?
This is not the will of the people. It is the fear of the people.
How dare you talk to me in the house of God. Silence!
Damien O'Donovan, you are a disgrace to the memory of your parents. Go!
The Free State Constitution was only printed the morning of the election
so nobody had time to read it.
This is not the marketplace! Sit down, shut up, or get out!
And once again, the Catholic Church,
with honourable exception, sides with the rich!
- Get out! - Get out.
I thought those days were done.
Damien.
Damien. Please.
Come on, boy.
I want a word. What are you doing? You're fighting with the priest?
Is it not bad enough we're fighting amongst ourselves?
- And what's it all for? - (woman) Well said, Damien.
This? This radical shit? Who in the countryside is going to read this?
Have you read it, Teddy? Have you?
Our own uncles are scared of this stuff.
- They're not waving red flags. - You've forgotten how they behaved.
Our father, when he fired Pat McCarthy because he was sick
and we couldn't look at his son in the face because of the shame of it.
What has our father got to do with this?
There's one in four people out of work in this country.
I have seen children and families starving.
Do we expect them to head off to New York and London?
- Is that what we fought for? - But we didn't fight for this.
It's too late. You won't convince me.
- You've always been a dreamer. - I am not a dreamer, I am a realist.
- Hm? - I need you with me on this, Damien.
We'll tear up the treaty once we're strong enough, but I need you
to be with me on this. I mean, you're my...
Just give me time. Give this a chance.
It's too late, Teddy. You can't see it. You really can't see it.
John Bull has got his hand down your pants, his fist round your bollocks.
That's not it.
This treaty, Teddy, this treaty makes you a servant of the British Empire.
You have wrapped yourself in the fucking Union Jack.
- The butcher's apron, boy. - No.
Where's Rory, Damien?
Hey, don't do anything stupid, Damien.
Do you realise you've been telling me that since I was 12 years of age?
First man, outhouse. Second man, outhouse.
You two, in the main house. Last man with me. Move it.
Get over there! Get over!
Get out of the house. Get out now.
Get out of the way!
- What's going on here? - Weapon search.
(Bernadette) We have no weapons. You'll find no weapons.
- What's going on inside here? - Get this woman against the wall!
- Against that wall. - How could you?
After all the times we gave you food and shelter.
- Up those steps. - It's a disgrace.
- Up against the wall. - You should be ashamed.
Back. Right up here.
Go on. In together where I can see the two of you.
All the times you sat at our table. Eating our food. We gave you shelter.
- Orders from headquarters. - To turn on your own people?
Orders from the Government of the Free State.
I'll show you where the weapons are.
Sean, watch the door.
Sentry, what's going on up there?
Nothing, sir.
- Sentry, make a report. - There's nothing going on down here.
Halt or I'll fire!
(screams)
(groans)
Dan! Dan! Hold your fire!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Dan!
- Shut up! - Hold your fucking fire!
Dan is shot, lads! I'm unarmed!
- I'm fucking... - (gunshot)
No!
No, don't! Dan! Don't! Stop it, boy.
Get your hands up! Get your hands up, you bastard!
Get them up! Get them up! Get your hands up!
I tell you, get them up! Get them up!
That's enough! Get back!
- Get back! - Dan!
Get back! Get into the corner!
Dan! Dan!
Jesus Christ, you fucking bastards! An unarmed man!
You shot an unarmed man in the back, Denis! Dan!
Damien, get your hands up or I will shoot!
- Has he eaten? - No, he's been very quiet, sir.
Remember the last time we were here?
You told them you were me.
- I never thanked you for that. - For all the good it did you.
I'm sorry about Dan.
And Terence. Where are they now?
They're in the basement.
Lying side by side.
Jesus, Damien, you shouldn't be in here.
You should be back home. Back home with Sinead.
And tomorrow morning, you should be in hospital, teaching.
That's all you've ever wanted to do since you were a boy, isn't it? Hm?
You were always the brighter one.
Better student by a mile.
You've Sinead there. She loves you. And you're meant for each other.
You should have... sons and daughters,
and teach them to be gentle and... and happy.
I want out of this uniform, Damien. I want peace.
We need people like you, and even the likes of me to make that happen.
Damien, I've never begged another human in my life,
but I'm going to beg you now. Heart and soul.
- Just brother to brother. - What do you want, Teddy?
Tell us where the arms are, Damien.
Take amnesty.
Go home and live the life you should be living.
And we want Rory. But you talk to his boys, they'll listen to you.
You listen to me.
I shot Chris Reilly in the heart.
I did that.
You know why.
I'm not going to sell out.
Better write your letters, Damien.
Tell us where the arms are... or you will be shot at dawn.
Did he say anything, Teddy?
(Damien) Dear Sinead.
I tried not to get into this war. And did.
And now try to get out and can't.
Strange creatures we are, even to ourselves.
I treasure every bit of you,
body and soul, in these last few moments.
You once said you wanted your children to taste freedom.
I pray for that day, too, Sinead.
But I fear it will be longer than either of us have imagined.
Dan once told me something I've struggled with all this time.
He said, "It's easy to know what you're against,
quite another to know what you are for."
I think now, I know, and it gives me strength.
Hup. Hup.
In time, look after Teddy.
I'm afraid, inside, he's already dead.
As the clock ticks on, I imagine your heartbeat under my hand.
I hold the medal you hung around my neck and I tremble inside.
It will give you courage, too.
Goodbye, Sinead. I love you now, and always will.
Left, turn.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Right, turn.
Halt.
Put your back up against the post.
Forward march.
Left, left, left.
It's not too late, Damien.
For me or for you?
No.
If you don't want to do this, I'll give the order.
I'll do it. Squad!
Attention!
Get ready!
- Load! - (gasps)
- Take aim! - (groans)
Fire!
(birds squawk)
(sobs)
Order arms.
(sobs)
Sinead?
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
There's this also.
- No, Sinead. No, Sinead. - No! No!
- Sinead. - I... (sobs)
- I'm sorry. - Get off me.
Get off me!
Get out. Leave me. Get off my land!
I don't ever want to see you again!
Oh, Damien, no.
Oh, no.
(singing in Gaelic)
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