All the same, Mr. Fitzsimmoms, if you're not confused, you don't know what's goin' on.

They say the word peace, but at the end of the day, all they want is surrender.

[Looking at a dilapidated boat] Here it is: the Irish Republican Navy.

You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke. You only see me standing between you and your money. You're forgetting about the thousand men standing behind me. That's a mistake.

Don't look for a happy ending. It's not an American story. It's an Irish one.

It's good to have somebody around here who can pee standing up.

I understand why he's doin' what he's doin'. If I had to endure what he's endured—if I was eight years old and saw my father gunned down in front of my family—I'd be carryin' a gun too, and I wouldn't be wearin' a badge.

One man trapped by destiny, and another bound by duty. They're about to discover what they're willing to fight, and to die for.

They come from different worlds. They fight for different causes. Now, two men from opposite sides of the law are about to go to war.