— I love you.
— And there it goes, Grace. Away it goes...
One thing I have learned is that you and I are opposites, but also just the same. Like an image in a mirror. We hate people. And they in turn hate us. And fear us. Before the day is over, your heart will be broken just the same as mine. Men like us, Mr Shelby, will always be alone. And that love we get we will have to pay for.
— The one minute. The soldier's minute. In a battle, that's all you get. One minute of everything at once. And anything before is nothing. Everything after nothing. Nothing in comparison to that one minute.
— Didn't you get enough minutes over there?
— You're not accustomed to not getting what you want, are you, Tommy? You wanted my pub, and you took it.
— You got a fair price.
— What I got was an ultimatum. Like you give to everybody. Do it, or else. And yet, it's funny, everybody around here, they want you to win this battle. I think what it is, you're bad men, but you're our bad men.
— So am I right? Did you fall for Tommy?
— Yes, I did.
— Then I pity you.
— You think he'll try to kill me?
— That's too soft.
— Soft?
— Soft. You saved his life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking, not fighting. We owe you.
— What was he like? Before France?
— He laughed. A lot. He wanted to work with horses.
— He won medals?
— Threw them in the cut. Not a single man came back the same. You know, after all this is over, he might forgive you. He might take you in. Can never tell with men. They go for whoever their dicks point at and there's no changing their minds. But I should tell you something. I will never forgive you. Or accept you. Or take you in. And that's me who runs the business of the heart in this family. And as far as I'm concerned, you're a snitch from the parish.
— You know, when... when you came here from Belfast I was overjoyed. I was sick of this force, and I was sick of all the corruption. When you made that speech about cleaning this place up, I gave a little cheer inside. You said it was the devil's work to look the other way.
— I am not looking the other way, Sergeant Moss. I am looking directly at the events of the day. And I like what I see.
Most of you were in France. So you all know what happens next. I've got brothers and a husband here, but you've all got somebody waiting for you. Now, I'm wearing black in preparation. I want you to look at me. I want you all to look at me. Who'll be wearing black for you? Think about them. Think about them right now.
"Dear Grace. I write this letter to you with a heavy heart. I know exactly what you did, and with whom. I will not mention any of it in my report. However, you should be aware that I know you gave yourself to the man who is our sworn enemy. That is not only treason, it is disgusting beyond all measure. Your father would be ashamed of you. And as for myself... I am beyond desolation. You have betrayed every principle and standard of honour that was your birthright. And for what?"
— Love.
— Now we can bury him properly, in the grave we dug for him.
— Yeah. It's high on a hill. He'll like that. To Danny Whizz-bang! May we all die twice.