:15:03
We'll strike the enemy
and vanish back in the crowd again.
:15:07
What do we strike with?
:15:08
What have you got?
:15:13
Show me.
:15:14
Jeez, look at this, Harry.
:15:16
Same old story.
You need something better.
:15:19
Where's the police barracks?
:15:21
-Two miles down the road.
-There is an arsenal.
:15:24
How do we get in? We have no bullets!
:15:26
They don't know that.
:15:29
What's that?
:15:31
-A sod of turf.
-Wrong. That's a weapon.
:15:34
Fucking deadly.
:15:36
You don't believe me?
:15:44
What is it now?
:16:11
Good evening, lads.
:16:13
Hands in the air.
:16:14
-Drop your weapons!
-Now!
:16:20
We'll relieve you of your responsibilities.
:16:27
Grab that bag, one of youse.
:16:32
Jesus, lads, it's Christmas.
:16:39
You'll be organized in flying columns.
:16:42
Fight on your own terms.
What's your name?
:16:44
-Whose terms, Pat?
-Ours.
:16:46
I want each of those to capture ten more.
:16:49
And I want you to account for every bullet,
understand?
:16:52
Stand up!
:16:55
-You understand?
-Yes, sir!
:16:57
I'll make a fucking army out of you
if it's the last thing I do.