- James Grady: Laura!
- Laura Grady: What is it, Father?
- James Grady: My bag! Did you move it?
- Laura Grady: No.
- James Grady: But it's gone. We've got to get it back.
- Laura Grady: I'll go, get Flint McCullough.
- James Grady: No, no. No, girl.
- Laura Grady: But someone's stolen it. Liam? Do you think?
- James Grady: No, he'd have come by now. Someone else has got it. But who? WHO?
- Flint McCullough: Charlie, I'm curious about one thing.
- Charlie Wooster: What's that?
- Flint McCullough: What do you have that's worth stealing?
- Charlie Wooster: Well, ah. Them imitation pearl cufflinks of mine. You've seen 'em.
- Flint McCullough: How long is it since you've had a dress shirt and a suit on?
- Charlie Wooster: Ah, I don't rightly remember.
- Flint McCullough: Then what good are your cufflinks to yer?
- Charlie Wooster: It's the sentimental value, that's what it is. They was given to me by a pretty widow back in St Louis.
- Flint McCullough: Well, you didn't tell me about that. Were you kinda sweet on her?
- Charlie Wooster: Nah, it wasn't like that at all. She ran a boarding house and you know how I like to eat. Ha ha.
- Michael McDermott: And a grand place it was. None of those kinglovers allowed inside neither. I tell you one thing. It was the very place that they planned the Ash Wednesday bombings. Eddie Brogan's lads. I was there myself.
- Ethan Carney: And I suppose you led the whole blithey thing.
- Michael McDermott: Well, I done my share, but I had committments at the very time.
- Ethan Carney: Ah, stop whistling up my sleeve, will ya.
- Michael McDermott: I'll fight the man that says
- [he grabs Carney by the lapels of his jacket]
- Flint McCullough: HOLD ON, hold on. The last time I was down here the two of you were about to stage a donnybrooke.
- Flint McCullough: What're you doing, Charlie?
- Charlie Wooster: Oh, I'm just trying to figure out some way to lock up this box of mine. With all this stealing that going on around this wagon train, I figure it's better to bandage yourself up before you get bit. Hah.
- Michael McDermott: An heirloom? I know the very ring. If it's worth sixpence, then I'm a millionaire.
- Ethan Carney: I've a right to have my own property back, don't I?
- Michael McDermott: It probably fell off the backend of a tinker's wagon. That's about the worth of it.
- Ethan Carney: What about you, are you one of the Lords of London?
- Flint McCullough: ALL RIGHT, all right. Let me out of here before the shillelaghs start flying.
- Laura Grady: I believed all those stupid lies you told me about running because the English were after you.
- James Grady: Your mother died the night you were born and I brought you into the world with me own two hands, no bigger than half a loaf of bread you were.
- Michael McDermott: Oh, the times I've had for myself in that grand city. And when I think of it now. It's just the time of the racing fair with porter flowing all about. And the wild...
- Liam Fitzmorgan: There'll no fair this year. The English shut it down. For spite.
- Michael McDermott: Well, you don't say the truth. Oh, the heathens, the swine-ish heathens. Oh, the shame of it all. But when Denny Brogan and his lads strike, they'll whistle another tune.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Denny Brogen won't be striking again. They hung him by the neck.
- Flint McCullough: That's the trouble with you Irish. If you didn't spend so much time fighting each other, you might win one of these rebellions you're always having.
- Laura Grady: I'm sure we have nothing to fear from him. There's something about him. Did you feel it? Like storms under the ocean. I'm certain he was in the Movement.
- James Grady: No. He talks too quick and easy for that.
- Laura Grady: Father!
- James Grady: We'll see.
- Laura Grady: Should you be up and about so soon?
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Well, I'm fine now. But there was a time there that I thought I'd never be sharing a sip of tea again. It's an odd thing about the touch of death on yer. All the things that were most important seem to blow away like dust in the sand. And a day later it's like it never happened. But I guess that's the nature of man, huh? Or else, how else would he be able to live in the world of God?
- Liam Fitzmorgan: I sometimes forget what a fair creature a woman can be.
- Laura Grady: Well, it's clear your standards aren't very high then.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: I take no credit for it at all. The merest man with eyes in his head would say the same thing. It's the beauty inside that takes the looking. There's a kind of golden pride in you. I like that.
- Charlie Wooster: [He approaches Flint who is brushing on his shaving cream] Breakfast is ready, Flint.
- Flint McCullough: Mm.
- [Charlie rolls his head around]
- Flint McCullough: What's the matter with you?
- Charlie Wooster: Y'know, every morning I wake up with a new crick or two. By golly, that does it.
- Flint McCullough: You're a born physician, Charlie.
- Charlie Wooster: Yeah, come on, let's eat.
- Flint McCullough: Yeah.
- James Grady: He's been asking on the sly for a Doctor Tyrone.
- Laura Grady: Tyrone? He can't be. I believed him. I believed everything he told me. It was like I'd known him all my life. It isn't fair. It was like having you tell me something something and believing you. And then finding out it was a lie.
- James Grady: Laura, sometimes...
- Laura Grady: I hate him, I could kill him.
- James Grady: Don't talk like a child.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Seven of them you killed. To save your own filthy neck.
- Ethan Carney: I-I swear to God, I'm not the one.
- [On his knees pleading his case]
- Ethan Carney: You've got to believe me. You've got to.
- Michael McDermott: You was asking after a doctor? Well, just this morning, well, mark me, I seen Carney hiding a black bag, same size as a doctor's kit it was too. So's I said to myself...
- Flint McCullough: I guess that's up to a power a lot bigger than we are to decide. All I know is, you can't spend your life looking back.
- Michael McDermott: I wish I was a braver man. I'd set off and help you with the deed myself.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Be grateful you're free of it. It's not an easy thing to swear an oath to kill a man.
- James Grady: There's no guilt in these hands, son. The gift that was born in them is still there. Odd, it's the only part I couldn't run from.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: It doesn't change a thing.
- James Grady: I know.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: It was of a Wednesday, cold. The priest was with him. It was he that brought them the word that there'd be no chance for transport to a penal colony. Not an eye flickered, not a one. Not that they weren't afraid. When the cold smell of that final darkness is upon yer, it's almost more than a man can do to keep from gagging on the fear that comes up inside yer. But they made their minds up to it, and they vowed to see it through. The priest gave them absolution all but two that weren't of the faith. And outside you could hear them marching of the Black Watch, up and down, up and down. And not a sound as the sergeant walked down the corridor with his captain by his side and the two guards with their rifles at port arms. "It's time, lads," the captain said. Not a bad sort but only doing his duty as he saw fit. And they lashed their hands behind them and marched them off to their fate. There was only the faint glimmer of dawn and a light mist hanging over the scaffold. And the sound of the Death March. And the voice of the priest.
- Laura Grady: They didn't say anything?
- Liam Fitzmorgan: They made their vows, and they died believing in the thing they lived for with their shoulders back, not a plea or cry, not a sound but the one shout from Denny: Freedom for Ireland, and Death to the informer.
- Flint McCullough: You know, Charlie, you're going to get wet when we do cross the Murdoch?
- Charlie Wooster: Sure. What's that got to do with it?
- Flint McCullough: Well, just thinking about the way you and water feel about each other, I'm just surprised you're in such a hurry to get there.
- Charlie Wooster: You're worse than the Major is.
- Flint McCullough: Oh?
- Charlie Wooster: Where're you going?
- Flint McCullough: I'm just going to take a walk before supper.
- Charlie Wooster: Well, don't go too far. I'm cooking something special.
- Flint McCullough: What're you cooking?
- Charlie Wooster: Mustard greens and beef ribs.
- Flint McCullough: Charlie, that's my favourite dish.
- Charlie Wooster: I know that.
- Flint McCullough: You mean, you cooked it just for me?
- Charlie Wooster: Yup.
- Flint McCullough: Charlie, I couldn't get along without you
- [He wanders off, a happy man]
- Charlie Wooster: [Chuckling to himself] He doesn't know, I like 'em too.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: I was looking at the roaming land. It's like a sea without an end in sight.
- Laura Grady: Aye, indeed it is.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: You know, there's something about this land. I felt it the day I landed. It's like they knocked down all the fences and left man to roam free as far as he wanted to go and be whatever he chooses. My brother used to talk about America.
- Laura Grady: Oh, did he now?
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Oh, he knew the whole American Revolution, all the battles, all the dates. He used to tell me about it when he came home from University. I think he always had it in his heart to, someday, immigrate to America.
- Laura Grady: But he didn't?
- Liam Fitzmorgan: No, he died.
- Laura Grady: Oh, for the cause.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: No, consumption. It's a green land, Ireland, but there's still many hidden fear and darkness there yet.
- Laura Grady: Aye. It won't be a happy land until there's freedom. If I were a man, I'd die for it.
- Liam Fitzmorgan: Well, it's certain you wouldn't hang. You're far too pretty for that.
- Flint McCullough: About time you trimmed that bristle of yours.
- Charlie Wooster: Oh, I'm just shaping it up a bit, is all. Say, that's a pretty song, ain't it?
- Flint McCullough: Yeah.
- Charlie Wooster: Sure tickles me the way them Irish people always singing.
- Flint McCullough: They can do a lot more besides sing.
- Charlie Wooster: Yeah. What's you mean by that?
- Flint McCullough: Oh, I don't know. I just got a feeling there's trouble brewing down there.
- Charlie Wooster: I wouldn't worry about it, son. If they ain't squabbling among themselves, they're singing or doing something. It's just their nature, you know, just a lot of big talk. All Irish are that way, huh.
- Flint McCullough: I suppose you're right, Charlie. I guess, I've just got a big imagination, huh?
- Charlie Wooster: Maybe.
- Jamie Reagan: [singing] ... A brave Irish lad with his pale face so sad, to his sweetheart these words he did say: For tonight is our last night together, when nearest and dearest must part. For soldier may roam to the end of the world with his thoughts on his loving sweetheart. Let us stroll through the meadows together where we first fell in love, you and I, where you taught me to love you, dear Molly, now teach me to bid you goodbye. And perhaps I may fall in the battle what more can a brave soldier do. But my last dying words will be, Molly, my mother, my country and you. So let us stroll through the meadow together where we first fell in love, you and I, where you taught me to love you, dear Molly. Now teach me to bid you farewell.