[HORN HONKS]
[HONK]
MORNING, MA'AM.
[HONK HONK]
THE CURSE
OF GOD ON YOU!
GOD BLESS HIM.
ISN'T HE GREA FOR HIS AGE?
[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]
[HONK HONK]
MISS GRUBB,
YOU BOLD THING,
YOU'RE
TAKING US HOME.
IT'S THE THIRD
SUNDAY, THE DAY
FOR THE CEMETERY.
I THOUGHT YOU'D
LIKE TO PICK UP
MASTER GODFREY.
GODFREY IS NOT NEX OR NEAR THE HOUSE.
JESUS!
HE'S AT THE DENTIST.
YOU HAVE THE HEIGHT OF
LUCK, MR. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
SUNDAY DINNERTIME,
MANY A PROFESSIONAL MAN
MIGHT BE INTEMPERATE.
NOW, LOCAL ANAESTHETIC.
I GOT I AT THE LOCAL.
MR. CLANCY, SUDDENLY
I FEEL A LOT--
THAT'S WHA THEY ALL SAY.
THIS IS
THE ONLY PLACE WHERE
TOOTHACHE IS UNKNOWN.
OPEN UP NOW, SIR.
THINK OF YOUR MAMMY'S
LOVELY HOUSE BURNING
TO THE GROUND.
HUH?
THAT'S THE STUFF.
NOW, IDENTIFICATION
PARADE.
UHH!
YOU'LL TELL ME WHEN
I GET WARM, WON'T YOU?
FAIR DUES NOW.
AAH!
AAH!
ARE YOU SURE?
[MUMBLING]
WE'RE ON
THE PIG'S BACK.
I WON'T NEED
TO PULL THAT BUGGER.
IT'LL WALK OUT.
STILL, NO SENSE
IN DISCOURAGING BUSINESS.
OHH...
HOLD STILL NOW.
AAH!
HOW'S THE MAMMY?
MMM!
FRESH AND WELL
SHE'S LOOKING.
THE WOMAN, I ALWAYS SAY,
IS BORN FOR WIDOWHOOD.
IT IS HER
NATURAL VOCATION.
THE WOMAN IS
INCOMPLETE UNTIL HIMSELF
IS 6 FEET UNDER.
AAH!
WHO ARE YOU TELLING?
YOU ARE A YOUNGISH MAN.
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED,
NO SOONER
DOES A WIDOW LEAVE
OFF WEARING HER WEEDS,
THAN PEOPLE ARE
NEVER DONE TELLING HER
HOW RAVAGING--
HOW RAVISHING SHE LOOKS.
WOULD YOU THAT IS
WHY YOUR OWN MAMMY,
HAVING BEEN
TWICE BEREAVED,
IS AHEAD OF THE FIELD
IN THE BEAUTY STAKES?
NOBODY'S GOING TO TELL ME
I DON'T DISINFECT.
I DOTE ON WOMEN,
SO I DO.
I COULD LOOK AT THEM
UNTIL THE COWS CAME HOME.
MR. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
I WOULD NOT,
AT THIS MINUTE,
BUT IN YOUR DIRTY
AGONY OF THE DAMNED,
EXCEPT THAT THE FIRS THAT I SET FOO IN THIS TOWN,
I SAW HER--
MISS CATHERINE O'HARE,
A JEWEL,
A SKYLARK
IN THE HEN HOUSE.
SHE'S AS
POOR AS JOB'S ASS
IN A TOWN THAT'S
AS RICH AS GOD.
SHE HAS
THE SMALLEST HOUSE
AND THE SWEETEST SMILE
ON WIDOW'S PEAK.
THERE'S A SECRE ABOUT HER, WOULD YOU SAY?
WHERE DOES SHE FIT IN?
IF YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME.
I LIKE A WOMAN
WITH A BIT OF MYSTERY.
[BELL RINGS]
OH, THE FIRST DAY I
CAPPED EYES ON THAT ONE,
I MADE UP MY MIND.
IF SHE ENDS UP AS
ANYONE'S WIDOW,
IT'LL BE AS MINE,
OR I'LL SWING FOR HER.
AAH!
I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU.
[COUGHS]
BACK THAT AT A 100 TO 8,
YOU BOLLOCKS, YOU.
[GIGGLES]
LADIES, THAT'LL DO.
ENOUGH'S ENOUGH.
WE DON'T WAN TO SPOIL THEM.
UHH!
OH, MRS. LACEY,
NO GETTING MORBID.
IF YOU PLEASE,
LADIES.
IT'S A BUSY DAY
FOR US.
ANYTHING STIRRING,
MISS GRUBB?
IT'S CLANCY THE DENTIST.
HE'S CALLING
ON MISS O'HARE.
OH, SHOW.
IT'S TOO LATE.
THEY'VE GONE IN.
THE SILLY WOMAN.
YOU'D THINK SHE'D
HAD ENOUGH OF THA SORT OF CARRY-ON.
I DO HEAR HE'S
OVERLY FOND OF HIS JAR.
HE'S A MAN.
THAT'S ENOUGH.
WHAT, DEAR?
I SAID HE
TAKES THE SNUFF.
OH.
GOOD MORNING,
MISS O'HARE.
I HOPE I DIDN' HUNT YOUR VISITOR.
OH, MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
NOT AT ALL.
MR. CLANCY WAS JUST...
ADMIRING MY ROSES.
SURE, WHY WOULDN'T HE?
WOULD YOU LIKE A JAUNT?
EXCUSE ME?
GET IN NEXT TO ME.
SURE, WHERE'S
THE HARM, SAYS YOU,
IN A BIT OF STYLE?
HOW ARE YOU,
MA'AM?
PEOPLE DO PAY ME
COMPLIMENTS ON MY ROSES.
I DO TELL THEM
THERE'S NOT A HA'P'ORTH
OF SKILL INVOLVED.
A WEENIE BI OF LOVING CARE, MAYBE.
MIND,
I'LL OWN UP TO IT.
I WOULDN'T MIND TO
GROW A ROSE OF MY OWN.
AND YOU WILL,
PLEASE, GOD.
I DON'T KNOW.
BUT IF I EVER DO,
I'LL CALL I THE WIDOW'S PEAK.
YOU'LL WHAT?
IN HONOUR OF
OUR LITTLE KINGDOM
AND HOW
SNUG WE ARE IN IT.
MY DEAR, I HOPE
YOU'LL DO NO SUCH THING.
WIDOW'S PEAK?
THAT'S THE NAME
USED BY THE JEALOUS
BOOTS IN TOWN.
UH, MISS GRUBB,
SLOW DOWN.
IT'S THE LUCY GIRL.
THE POOR CREATURE.
WHAT POOR?
NOW, WE GAVE HER
EVERY CHANCE, SO WE DID.
GET IT ADOPTED,
WE SAID TO HER.
BUT SHE'D SOONER MAKE
A SHOW OF HERSELF
AND OF US.
WHERE WILL SHE GO?
WHERE DO YOU
THINK SHE'LL GO?
WHY ELSE DID GOD
IN HIS GOODNESS
INVENT ENGLAND?
A NEW ROSE, NOW
THAT'LL BE NICE FOR YOU.
AND, OF COURSE,
IT MEANS YOU WON' BE LEAVING US.
IS IT ME?
FOR GRACIOUS SAKE, WHY
WOULD I WANT TO LEAVE?
NOW, AREN' PEOPLE SCANDALOUS?
THE WAY THEY TALK
ABOUT YOURSELF
AND MR. CLANCY.
ABOUT--
CORNER-BOY GOSSIP.
BUT DON'T MIND IT.
THE WORD IS HE'S
POPPED THE QUESTION.
HELLO.
HELLO.
THE QUESTION?
ONE QUESTION
OR THE OTHER.
EXCUSE ME?
AND WE ALL KNOW
WHAT THE OTHER IS.
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
MR. CLANCY
IS A GENTLEMAN
THROUGH AND THROUGH.
HE WOULD NEVER DREAM--
MISS O'HARE,
DO YOU SEE
THE GREEN IN MY EYE?
NOW, LISTEN HERE.
YOU KNOW ME
OF AN OLD DATE,
AND I DON'T RUB
VINEGAR INTO A CUT,
BUT IT DOESN'T DO
TO HAVE TOO SHOR OF MEMORY.
WE DON' WANT THAT CARRY-ON
A SECOND TIME.
ONCE BITTEN--
YES!
AND A WOMAN
OF YOUR YEARS...
HAS THE MAN
NO DECORUM?
SO IT'S TRUE THEN?
OLD MRS. MELODY'S
COTTAGE HAS BEEN SOLD.
NOW, THERE'S
ANOTHER EXCITEMENT.
I'M TOO OLD A DOG
TO ACT IN BREACH
OF MY INSTRUCTIONS.
YOUR REVERED MOTHER--
R.I.P.--
LAID DOWN TERMS
UNDER WHICH PROPERTY
ON WIDOW'S--
ON THE HILL
MAY BE LEASED--
NO CHILDREN
UNDER ADULTHOOD,
NO MALES OF ANY KIND,
EXCEPT IN THE CASE OF
YOUR SON MASTER GODFREY,
AND NO MARRIED
OR SINGLE LADIES,
UNLESS BY
EXCEPTIONAL CONSEN OF THE RESIDENTS.
IN SHORT, MA'AM,
ALL IS WELL.
OH, RATHER,
THE NEW OWNER
OF MELODY COTTAGE
IS, UNHAPPILY,
A WIDOW.
EH, UNHAPPILY.
AND, WHAT IS MORE,
A WAR WIDOW,
OR, AT LEAST,
A POSTWAR WIDOW.
HER HUSBAND,
MAJOR BROOME, V.C.,
RECENTLY DIED OF
WOUNDS RECEIVED
IN 1918.
WILL YOU GO TO GOD?
A--A V.C.?
DO YOU MEAN--
HE WAS IN
NO, HE WAS
WITH THE GERMANS.
WAIT TILL
WORD GETS OUT.
AND THAT MAN'S WIFE
IS COMING HERE?
IF YOU PLEASE,
MISS O'HARE, I'M TALKING.
NOW, UH, I CAN'T SAY I'M
PARTIAL TO MILITARY MEN.
THEY HAVE A COARSENESS
I CAN DO WITHOUT,
BUT A MEDAL NOW
IS DIFFERENT,
ESPECIALLY WHEN
IT'S, UH, FROM
WHAT THEY CALL--
FOR VALOUR?
UH, POSTHUMOUS,
I WAS GOING TO SAY.
POSTHUMOUS IS NICE.
AND HIS WIFE?
THERE ARE NO CHILDREN?
YOU'RE CERTAIN?
THE LADY
IS A BIRD ALONE.
SHE SHOULD BE FLYING
IN JUST ANYTIME NOW.
[AIR HISSING]
SHIT!
HEY!
DAMN IT.
[THUNDER]
OH, MY!
HAD A PUNCTURE?
NO, MY CAR THREW ME.
LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND.
HA HA.
HA HA, YOURSELF.
THANKS,
BUT DON'T YOU THINK
YOU MIGHT GET DIR ON YOUR FANCY DRESS?
A FEW SPOTS?
WHO CARES?
THE VERY THING.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
MRS. BROOME,
ISN'T THAT IT?
10 OUT OF 10.
I SAW THE REMOVALS VAN.
I'M
GODFREY DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
THE MAMMY AND I LIVE
UP THE HILL FROM YOU.
UP WIDOW'S PEAK.
WIDOW'S--
IN KILSHANNON,
MRS. BROOME,
WIDOWS ARE
AS PLENTIFUL AS
FRECKLES ON A REDHEAD.
MAYBE YOU KNEW THAT?
I CAME TO KILSHANNON
FOR THE CLIMATE.
WHAT CLIMATE?
WE'RE IN IRELAND.
WAS I MISINFORMED?
BEFORE YOU
JACK UP THE CAR,
AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED
TO PUT A WEDGE
UNDER THE WHEEL
TO KEEP IT FROM--
WOULD YOU SAY I'M DOING
YOU A SMALL FAVOUR
RIGHT NOW?
DON'T TELL ME YOU
WANT A FAVOUR IN RETURN?
NOTHING OF
A DISGUSTING NATURE.
WHEN YOU MEE THE MAMMY, AND YOU WILL,
DON'T LET ON TO HER THA I CAN CHANGE A TYRE.
WHY?
SHE THINKS I'M LIKE
THE REST OF THE MEN,
HELPLESS,
BIT OF A NAMBY-PAMBY.
YOU KNOW WHA MAMMIES ARE LIKE.
I PUT ON AN ACT FOR HER.
I PRETEND I'M
HELPLESS WITHOUT HER.
SHE'D NEVER GET OVER I IF SHE DIDN'T THINK
I WASN'T HELPLESS,
THAT I COULD DO
THINGS WITH MY HANDS,
LIKE, UH,
CHANGING A TYRE.
AHEM.
[WHISPERING]
I'LL KEEP YOUR SECRET.
OH, LOOK.
ARE YOU IN TROUBLE?
LET'S JUS SAY IF I HAD
A BAD REPUTATION,
YOU'RE DOING I THE POWER OF GOOD.
WHOA!
YOU'VE ARRIVED.
EXCUSE US.
I WAS MARRIED,
YOU KNOW.
YES.
AND I STILL LIKE
A GOOD STRETCH.
SORRY I CAN' OFFER YOU TEA.
NO TEAPOT,
NO CUPS, NO SUGAR,
NO CREAM, NO TEA.
I COULD, UH,
LIGHT A FIRE.
A BOY SCOUT.
I'M SURE YOU COULD.
TELL ME,
DO YOU HAVE A MAID?
NOT UNTIL NOW.
YOU'LL NEED ONE.
UP HERE ON THE PEAK,
HAVING SOMEONE IN
TO POLISH YOUR SILVER
MARKS THE POIN WHERE WOMEN LEAVE OFF
AND LADIES BEGIN.
I DON'T MAKE THE RULES.
THE WOMEN DO, RATHER,
THE LADIES.
EACH ONE HAS A MAID.
AFTER YOU'VE BEEN A WIDOW
FOR 30 OR 40 YEARS,
HAVING A CHAPERONE
AROUND MAY NOT BE
A NECESSITY,
BUT IT DOES WONDERS
FOR THE MORALE.
MR. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
I THINK YOU'RE A BRAT.
LET ME GIVE YOU A TIP.
OUT OF THE GOODNESS
OF HER HEART,
FIRST THING
THE MAMMY WILL DO
IS FIND YOU A MAID,
AND 10 TO 1--
IT'LL BE MATA HARI.
OH, YES?
MADDIE O'HARA,
THAT IS.
DURING
THE RECENT TROUBLES,
DUBLIN CASTLE HAD
AN INTELLIGENCE NETWORK
THAT WAS ONLY LEGENDARY.
MADDIE WOULD KNOCK THEM
INTO A COCKED HAT.
THE SORROWFUL FACT IS,
WHERE MATA HARI
IS CONCERNED,
THERE'S NO SUCH PLACE
AS NO MAN'S LAND.
HOW MANY TIMES?
14, CANON.
[GODFREY]
SHE TAKES THE FRON LINES WITH HER.
WAS HE MARRIED?
MY SISTER'S HUSBAND,
CANON.
OH, DEAR, DEAR GOD.
DID YOU TAKE
PLEASURE IN IT?
I--I DIDN'T MIND.
OH, DEAR, DEAR,
DEAR GOD.
TROT OUT THE DETAILS.
SPARE ME NOTHING.
SO, MRS. BROOME,
TELL THIS POOR ADMIRER--
IS THA WHAT YOU ARE?
WHAT BROUGHT A BEAUTIFUL
WOMAN LIKE YOU
TO END UP
ON WIDOW'S PEAK?
TRUTHFULLY?
WHEN WE'RE
BETTER ACQUAINTED.
BARGAIN.
THERE, THAT'LL PU A BIT OF WARMTH INTO YOU.
IT'S TAKING NICELY.
BE ROARING IN NO TIME.
WELL, I'LL LOVE YOU
AND LEAVE YOU THEN.
BUT REMEMBER, NEXT TIME
YOU SEE ME WITH HERSELF,
DON'T LET ON TO HER
I'M SUCH A HANDYMAN.
MAMMY'S THE WORD.
AH HA!
GOOD LUCK NOW.
SEE YOU SOON.
I CAN'T WAIT.
[PIANO PLAYS]
[BOOS AND HISSES]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
IS THIS MRS. BROOME
THAT'S IN IT?
YES. HELLO.
I'M MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
ER, WHAT WAY ARE YOU?
GOD BLESS YOU,
YOU'RE AS WELCOME HERE
AS RAIN IN A DROUGHT.
THANK YOU, I--
CREATURE, YOU,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
SITTING WHERE THE PEOPLE
FROM THE TOWN SIT?
MOVE DOWN WITH US.
YES, YOU WILL.
NOW, UP YOU GET.
NO, REALLY, I--
NOW, DON'T BE SHY.
THERE'S
BUCKETS OF ROOM.
NOW, I SAY YOU WILL.
EXCUSE ME, I'M SORRY.
THANK YOU, BUT I WAS
QUITE COMFORTABLE.
IT'S NOT THE THING.
WHAT?
WE KEEP SEPARATE
FROM THE TOWNIES.
WE DON'T MIX.
THAT'S THE CUSTOM,
WELL, AT LEAST,
SOME OF US DON'T.
MISS O'HARE, MAKE ROOM.
THERE'S A GOOD WOMAN.
NOW,
DOWN YOU SIT.
ISN'T I A MASSIVE FILM?
I DO HEAR TELL
YOU SEE GOD IN
THE SECOND HALF.
ER, MISS GRUBB,
HAVE YOU THE FEW SWEETS?
SO, TELL, EH, HOW
ARE YOU SETTLING IN?
YEAH, NO, WAIT.
WHERE IS MY MANNERS?
MRS. BROOME,
THIS IS MISS O'HARE.
OH, BUTTER
WOULDN'T MELT,
BUT A GREAT CHARACTER.
HOW DO YOU DO?
AH, MISS GRUBB,
WHY ARE YOU TEMPTING ME,
YOU BOLD STRAP, YOU?
WILL I, WON'T I?
WILL I, WILL I, WILL I?
[BELL RINGS]
I'LL INTRODUCE YOU
TO THE OTHER LADIES
AT THE HOUSE.
WE'RE ALL GOING
THERE FOR TEA
AFTER THE FILM.
WHAT WAS
I ASKING YOU?
OH, YES,
ARE YOU SETTLED IN?
I THINK SO.
IT WAS A BIT CONFUSING
TO BEGIN WITH.
THE PACE IS SO
DIFFERENT IN IRELAND.
BUT I'M GETTING
THE HANG OF IT.
BUT, YOU'RE NO PARDON ME?
WHAT I MEAN IS,
YOUR ACCEN IS AMERICAN,
ISN'T IT?
OH, LORD,
IS IT SO NOTICEABLE?
YES, WELL,
I GREW UP IN AMERICA,
IN WASHINGTON.
MY FATHER WAS
MILITARY ATTACH
AT THE EMBASSY THERE.
OH.
THE BRITISH EMBASSY,
THAT IS.
[PIANO PLAYS]
AH...GRAND.
HERE COMES GOD.
OOH! OOH!
OOH!
[APPLAUSE]
THANK YOU.
THEN, UH,
AFTER THE WAR,
I--I WENT TO FRANCE
TO VISIT NIGEL'S--
MY HUSBAND'S GRAVE.
I SUPPOSE ONE MIGH CALL IT A PILGRIMAGE.
THEY GAVE HIM
A MEDAL?
A WHAT?
THE V.C., YES.
I COULDN' GO BACK TO ENGLAND,
NOT TO LIVE ALONE.
WE HADN' BEEN BLESSED
WITH CHILDREN.
SO, I WENT SOUTH,
TO THE RIVIERA.
I TOOK A HOUSE
AT ANTIBES.
I WAS THERE
SEVEN YEARS,
SINCE 1919.
THEN I LEFT,
AND HERE I AM.
AND WHERE ELSE
WOULD YOU WANT TO LIVE?
NOBODY IN
THEIR SENSE WOULD
LIVE IN FRANCE.
WHAT MADE YOU
DECIDE TO HONOUR US?
DON'T TELL ME YOU WERE
TIRED OF THE BLUE SEA,
PALM TREES,
AND THE SUNSHINE.
NO. NO, IN MANY WAYS,
I WAS...
SORRY TO LEAVE.
BUT YOU DID.
MISS O'HARE, YOU'RE
BEING INQUISITIVE.
IF MRS. BROOME
HAD A MIND TO MOVE
FROM ONE PLACE
AND GO LIVE IN ANOTHER,
ISN'T IT HER OWN AFFAIR?
LADIES, AMN'T I RIGHT?
YES.
OF COURSE.
I ENJOYED LIVING
IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE.
THERE'S NO
SECRET WHY I LEFT.
I--I HAD TO.
I DIDN'T WANT TO
GO BACK TO ENGLAND.
THERE WERE
TOO MANY, UM...
PAINFUL MEMORIES.
YOU HAD TO LEAVE?
WELL, I HARDLY
LIKE TO SAY.
I'M SURE.
YOU SEE...
IT IS, UH, MISS,
UH, O'HARE, ISN'T IT?
I HAD BEEN MARRIED,
AND, UH,
NOW I WAS A WIDOW,
AND I WAS STILL,
FORGIVE ME,
QUITE YOUNG.
MY HUSBAND HAD
SEEN TO IT I WAS NO UNCOMFORTABLY OFF.
I LEFT ANTIBES
BECAUSE, UM,
BECAUSE OF MEN.
BECAUSE OF
FORTUNE HUNTERS.
OH, WASN' THAT WOEFUL FOR YOU,
YOU CREATURE, YOU.
WELL, IT WAS PROBABLY
TIME TO GO ANYWAY.
I MISSED HEARING
MY OWN LANGUAGE SPOKEN,
AND I MISSED THE CLIMATE
WHERE YOU GET SNOW
AND SUNSHINE
AND RAIN AND FOG,
ALL IN ONE DAY.
AND NIGEL HAD OFTEN
SPOKEN SO AFFECTIONATELY
OF IRELAND.
HE LOVED
THIS COUNTRY SO.
HE TOLD ME
HOW HE CAME HERE
FOR THE SHOOTING.
REALLY? WHAT DID
HE SHOOT--IRISHMEN?
UH, MISS O'HARE,
HONEST TO GOD.
WHY NOT? IT ISN' AS IF WE'RE EVER
OUT OF SEASON.
MRS. BROOME,
UH, DON'T MIND
A BIT OF HER.
MISS O'HARE
HAS HAD FAMILY
MISFORTUNES.
OH, DEAR.
AND EVEN SO,
WE DON'T TALK ABOU SUCH LOW GOINGS ON
AS WARS AND MASSACRES
AND PEOPLE GETTING SHOT.
WE LEAVE THA TO THE MEN,
SEEING THEY'RE GOOD
FOR NOTHING ELSE.
DOES THAT INCLUDE
MISS O'HARE, I
THINK YOU'VE EXCEEDED
YOUR ALLOWANCE.
ANYWAY, FIGHTING
AND TROUBLES AND SUCH,
AREN'T THEY ALL BEHIND
US AND IN THE PAST?
NO.
UH, UH, ANOTHER PIECE OF
SWEET CAKE, MRS. BROOME?
NO, NO REFUSALS, NO.
UH, YES, YOU WILL,
UH, JUST IN YOUR HAND.
HOW WONDERFUL IT MUST BE,
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
TO HAVE A SON
WHO'S SO, UH, HELPFUL.
OH...
GODFREY'S A WONDER.
WE'D BE LOS WITHOUT HIM.
HE'S THE ONLY MAN HERE
WHO'S WORTH HIS SALT.
A MAN?
GOD FORGIVE YOU,
DOLORES FURLONG.
SHE WANTS TO PU IDEAS INTO HIS HEAD.
HE'S ALL I HAVE,
MRS. BROOME.
GO ON. YOU'RE
AN OLD COD.
STILL,
THE MAMMY AND I
ARE GREAT PALS.
OH, HOW LOVELY.
ARE YOU IN BUSINESS,
MR. DOYLE-COUNIHAN?
GODFREY. I DO
HAVE A PROFESSION,
YES, THE LAW.
BUT I DON'T PRACTICE
MUCH THESE DAYS.
THERE'S TOO MANY JOBS
AROUND THE HOUSE.
OH, POOR GODFREY.
SURE, HE TRIES.
I'M SURE.
THAT REMINDS ME,
I'LL BE NEEDING
A HOUSEMAID.
I WONDERED
IF YOU MIGHT--
WITH A HEAR AND A HALF.
IN FACT,
THERE WAS ONE WOMAN
I HEARD ABOU WHO SOUNDS LIKE
A PEARL BEYOND PRICE.
WHAT WAS HER NAME?
OH, YES...
MADDIE O'HARA.
[COUGHS]
UHH!
[GODFREY]
OH, DEAR.
SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
ABOUT THE WIDOW?
WELL, WOULD YOU NOT SAY
YOU COULD DO A LOT WORSE?
FORTUNE HUNTERS
SHE RAN AWAY FROM.
YOU COULD BE WELL-MATCHED.
[TOOT]
OH, SON,
PUT AWAY YOUR TOY.
YOUR MAMMY'S TALKING.
I'M NOT ONE
OF THOSE MOTHERS
THAT THINKS
THEY CAN HOLD
ON TO A SON
DOWN
ALL ETERNITY.
OH, YOU'LL GO
FROM ME SOMEDAY,
I KNOW THAT.
SO, NOW, WHAT DO YOU
THINK OF HER?
NOW, MAMMY, STOP IT.
NO MATCHMAKING.
I'LL DECIDE WHETHER
I LIKE MRS. BROOME
OR NOT.
YOU WASTEFUL CHILD, YOU.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
MAMMY IS FOR?
WHY DO YOU THINK
THERE'S NOTHING BUT DIVORCES
IN AMERICA AND ENGLAND?
BECAUSE PEOPLE CHOOSE
FOR THEMSELVES,
THAT'S WHY.
IT'S SCANDALOUS.
I THINK
I'LL CALL UPON HER
SATURDAY AFTERNOON
AND ASK HER TO GO
FOR A STROLL
BY THE LAKE.
YOU DO. DO.
AND, UH, PRETEND
YOU'RE AS GOOD
AS 10 CARPENTERS.
YES.
MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL.
YEAH.
A WIDOW. THAT'S GOOD.
SHE KNOWS
WHAT THERE IS TO KNOW,
AND HER STOMACH WOULD
HAVE BEEN TURNED BY IT.
SHE'LL HAVE LEARNED
HER LESSON.
SHE WON' HARM A HAIR OF YOU.
I HAVE MADE INQUIRIES
IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD,
AND REALLY, MISS O'HARE--
OR MADDIE.
MAY I CALL YOU MADDIE?
YOU SOUND LIKE
ABSOLUTE PERFECTION.
NOTHING BU THE HIGHEST PRAISE.
I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT.
YOU'LL WANT MORE MONEY.
WELL, LET'S NOT QUIBBLE.
SHALL WE SAY
WHATEVER YOU WERE GETTING
AT YOUR LAST PLACE
PLUS 5 SHILLINGS A WEEK?
I DO, HOWEVER,
HAVE TWO FIRM RULES
THAT WE MUST AGREE ON
FROM THE START.
THE FIRST IS NO GOSSIPING.
I WILL NOT HAVE
WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS HOUSE
TALKED ABOUT.
GOSSIP? IS IT ME?
OH, NO, NO.
PLEASE, I WASN' FOR A MOMEN SUGGESTING THAT--
I SWEAR ON THE GRAVE
OF MY MOTHER
THAT'S DEAD--
IT ISN'T NECESSARY.
IF A WORD OF GOSSIPING
OR CARRYING STORIES
EVER PASSED MY LIPS
OR EVER WILL,
MAY I BE PUT SITTING
ON THE HOTTEST HOB
IN PURGATORY.
MAY I SPLUTTER STEAM--
PLEASE, I--
UNTIL GOOD FRIDAY
FALLS ON A SATURDAY.
MADDIE--MISS O'HARA,
I WAS MERELY STATING
A RULE OF MINE.
THE FACT IS,
EVERYONE I'VE SPOKEN
TO IN KILSHANNON
AGREES THEY HAVEN' HEARD ONE WORD
OF SCANDAL
PASS YOUR LIPS.
ONE COULD
AS SOON GET GOSSIP
FROM THE TOWN HALL
CLOCK.
EXCUSE ME?
AS FOR THE OTHER RULE,
I CAN'T ABIDE DOORS
OR DRAWERS OR CUPBOARDS
UNDER LOCK AND KEY.
IT'S A FETISH OF MINE.
I LIKE EVERYTHING...
OPEN AND ACCESSIBLE,
SO OF COURSE I NEED A
PERSON SUCH AS YOURSELF
WHO--WHO DOESN'T PRY,
WHO RESPECTS THE PRIVACY
OF HER EMPLOYER.
IS THAT TOO ECCENTRIC
ON MY PART?
I'M DEAD.
THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
I'VE DIED
AND GONE TO HEAVEN.
GOOD EVENING.
YOU'RE READY.
GUESS WHAT.
I'VE HAD AN IDEA.
YOU LOOK--
OH, GOOD.
AS YOU'VE BEEN SO KIND
AS TO TAKE PITY
ON A LONELY LADY,
I THOUGHT,
LET'S MAKE THE MOS OF ITS BEING SATURDAY,
AND INSTEAD OF A WALK,
WHY NOT A DANCE?
GOOD GOD.
WHENEVER NIGEL
WAS ON LEAVE,
WE'D GO DANCING
EVERY EVENING
AND ALL
AT THE SAVOY.
PEOPLE NICKNAMED US
THE CASTLES.
YOU'VE HEARD OF THEM?
VERNON AND IRENE CASTLE
FROM AMERICA.
OH, WELL, THE FACT IS--
DON'T TELL ME
THERE'S NO PLACE
WE CAN GO.
I'LL DRIVE US
INTO LIMERICK.
UNLESS THERE'S A PARTY
OR A HUNT BALL--
DON'T TELL ME
THERE ISN'T ANY.
WELL--
NO DANCING AT ALL?
WELL, YEAH--
WELL, GOOD.
LET'S GO.
BUT YOU HAVE TO BE--
MADDIE, I'LL BE BACK
BEFORE MIDNIGHT.
IF MY LUCK RUNS OUT.
Y-Y-YOU DON'T GET MY DRIFT.
THIS IS NOT THE KIND
OF DANCING THAT YOU--OH...
THIS PLACE
WE'RE GOING TO--
KATY DALY'S.
WHO DID YOU SAY?
THAT'S WHAT IT'S CALLED.
I OUGHT TO WARN YOU,
IT ISN'T EXACTLY
THE SAVOY IN LONDON.
FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,
GODFREY DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
DON'T YOU THINK
I CAN MAKE ALLOWANCES?
POTTED PALMS,
FOUR OLD LADIES--
A HARP, A VIOLIN,
A PIANO, AND A CELLO.
WHO CARES?
CON. MR. CLANCY.
HOW IN THE WORLD
DO YOU DO THAT?
IT'S THE SAME
AS PULLING TEETH,
ONLY IN REVERSE.
THAT WOMAN--SHE'S
THAT PECULIAR FRIEND
OF YOUR MOTHER'S.
MISS O'HARE.
SHE OUGHTN'T BE HERE
NO MORE THAN US.
MIND YOU, SHE'S MAD.
SHE DOESN'T LIKE
DOES SHE?
I DON'T KNOW
WHY THE OLD DEARS
BID HER
THE TIME OF DAY.
THEY'RE SUCH SNOBS,
AND SHE'S POOR.
HAVE YOU EVER
THOUGHT TO ASK?
I ONCE
SAID TO THE MAMMY,
"WHAT'S THE SECRET?
WHAT IS THIS HOLD
MISS O'HARE
HAS OVER YOU?"
YOU KNOW
WHAT SHE SAID?
"ASK ME NO QUESTIONS,
I'LL TELL YOU NO"--
[MUSIC STOPS]
OH. IT'S OVER.
STAY OU OF THE DITCHES.
GOOD EVENING, MISS O'H--
COLD FOR THE TIME
OF YEAR, ISN'T IT?
AND NOW,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THE NEXT DANCE WILL BE
AN OLD-TIME WALTZ.
LADIES' CHOICE.
AND, UH, FOR THIS DANCE,
THE SPECIAL SPOT PRIZE
WILL BE TWO TICKETS
FOR THE PREMIERE PERFORMANCE
OF THAT GREAT FILM
THE BIG PARADE,
STARRING JOHN GILBERT.
LADIES' CHOICE.
DOES LADIES' CHOICE
MEAN THAT I'M SUPPOSED--
HEY, MISTER, WOULD YOU
BE ON FOR A DANCE?
UH...I'D--I'D, UH,
I'D BE DELIGHTED.
JESUS, I'M
MADE FOR LIFE.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO?
I WAS READY
TO SLASH MY WRISTS.
SHALL WE?
LOVELY ORCHESTRA,
ISN'T IT?
DO YOU COME HERE
OFTEN?
TERRIBLY JOLLY,
ISN'T IT?
JESUS.
NOW, NOW, NOW.
EVERYBODY STAY WHERE YE ARE.
DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE!
OFF YOU GO, MRS. FOGERTY.
TAKE FIVE PACES FORWARD!
OVER HERE!
NOT A JIG
OUT OF ANYONE!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
ARE YOU THERE,
MRS. FOGERTY?
I AM.
O.K. SO NOW, UM, UM...
TURN RIGHT!
TAKE THREE PACES!
1, 2, 3.
YES?
NOW, NOW, NOW,
TURN LEFT.
TAKE SIX PACES!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
YES?
AND NOW, LAST OF ALL
AND FOR THE PRIZE,
TURN LEFT AGAIN.
OH. SOMETHING DISGUSTING
STEPPED ON MY SHOE.
AND TAKE TWO SHORT PACES!
1, 2.
OH, I'M SO SORRY.
I LOST MY BALANCE.
HAVE WE A WINNER?
WE HAVE!
EXCUSE ME.
COME BACK HERE!
THERE YE ARE.
AND THE GREAT STYLE
OF YA!
WHO DESERVES I BETTER?
I DESERVE I BETTER!
THIS WOMAN
PUSHED ME.
OH, KATHERINE.
WITH ALL
HER STRENGTH.
I DID NO SUCH THING.
THAT'S A LIE.
HOW DARE YOU. I FELL
AGAINST YOU ACCIDENTALLY.
TO BE SURE YOU DID.
THE SAME YOUR LO HAVE BEEN FALLING
AGAINST US
FOR 700 YEARS,
ACCIDENTALLY.
I SEE.
I'LL TAKE THAT,
IF YOU PLEASE.
WHILE THERE'S BREATH
IN MY BODY, YOU WON'T.
KINDLY LET GO.
GIVE IT TO HER.
NO!
I HAVE NO DESIRE
FOR A PUBLIC QUARREL,
LEAST OF ALL IN PUBLIC.
AS FAR AS THIS PRIZE
IS CONCERNED,
YOU'RE WELCOME TO IT.
THANK YOU.
ONCE YOU OWN UP
THAT I DID NO PUSH YOU DELIBERATELY.
HA!
KATHERINE,
JUST LEAVE IT.
HEY, MOSSIE,
YOU'RE SLIPPING.
YOU OUGHT TO DANCE
WITH A BETTER CLASS
OF MOT.
THAT ONE WOULD
TAKE THE PENNIES
OFF A CORPSE'S EYES.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
NO ROWDYISM!
THAT'S MINE.
THEN TAKE THEM.
IF WOMEN DON'T WAN THEM TICKETS, I DO!
OOH, CON,
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
YOU SHOULD KNOW.
YOU STARTED IT.
CAN YOU NO DO SOMETHING?
SURE, IF ONE OF THEM
NEEDS A DENTIST.
I'M NEW HERE.
I DON'T KNOW THAT WOMAN.
I'VE NEVER
DONE HER ANY HARM,
AND YET SHE HATES ME.
WHY?
IS THAT THE REASON,
REALLY?
NO.
MRS. BROOME...
EDWINA.
EDWINA.
DID YOU REALLY BUMP
INTO MISS O'HARE
BY ACCIDENT?
OF COURSE.
WELL, GOOD NIGHT.
THANK YOU.
MOST OF IT WAS LOVELY.
THANK YOU. AND I REALLY
ENJOYED THE DRIVE.
PERHAPS NEXT WEEK
WE COULD, UH--
COME TO TEA ON MONDAY.
WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT.
THE MAMMY WANTS YOU TO SI ON THE LADIES' COMMITTEE.
IT'S TOWN PLANNING
AND THINGS LIKE THAT.
IT'S DULL
AS A WET GOOD FRIDAY.
I'LL THINK ABOUT IT.
I WOULDN'T. GOOD NIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT.
WHY DID YOU
IGNORE MY ADVICE
ABOUT MATA HARI?
DON'T YOU KNOW
THAT YOUR
PRIVATE LIFE
WILL BECOME
KNOWLEDGEABLE
THROUGHOUT THE
LENGTH AND BREADTH
OF THE 26 COUNTIES?
I DON'T MIND IN THE LEAST.
I DON'T HAVE ANY SECRETS.
GOOD NIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT.
[SNORING]
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME
SAYING SO, DEAR,
DANCE HALLS ARE FOR
PEOPLE NOT LIKE US.
NOW I DON'T BLAME
YOU, NOT A BIT.
HAVE NO IDEA ABOU SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS.
MISS O'HARE
WAS AT THE DANCE.
YES, WELL...
SHE'S ONE OF...US.
SHE IS,
AND SHE ISN'T.
SHE'S HALF AND HALF.
WHAT HAS SHE GO AGAINST ME?
I'VE TRIED
TO BE FRIENDLY,
BUT IT'S WAR
TO THE KNIFE. WHY?
WHY, WHY.
"Y" IS A CROOKED
LETTER, PET.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
I HAVEN'T THE REMOTEST.
WHY DON'T YOU
HAVE A TALK WITH HER?
YEAH, BE NICE.
I HAVE BEEN NICE.
BE NICER. PUT YOURSELF
IN THE RIGH AND HER IN THE WRONG.
OH, THERE'S GODFREY!
MAMMY! HA HA!
COO-EE!
SHE WINS PRIZES
FOR HER ROSES
EVERY YEAR
AT THE ADARE FLOWER SHOW.
TELL HER YOU NEVER
SAW THE LIKES.
RUMP DEE DUMP
DEE DA DA
MISS O'HARE.
MADDIE,
I'D LIKE TO TALK
TO MISS O'HARE
PRIVATELY,
IF YOU DON'T MIND.
I BROUGHT YOU
A PEACE OFFERING.
IT'S JUST SOME FRUI FROM MY GARDEN.
I HAVE
NO USE FOR IT--
THE FRUIT, I MEAN,
NOT THE GARDEN.
MISS O'HARE,
DON'T YOU THINK
WE COULD AT LEAS TALK LIKE GROWNUPS?
IF I'VE DONE
ANYTHING TO OFFEND YOU,
I PROMISE YOU THAT I SIMPLY WASN'T INTENDED.
I KNEW IT WAS
NO USE COMING HERE,
BUT AT LEAST I TRIED.
IF WE'RE NOT FRIENDS,
IT'S BY YOUR CHOICE,
NOT MINE.
GOODBYE.
WOULD YOU LOOK
AT THE FACE OF HER?
WHAT AILS THE WOMAN?
WHAT BADNESS
IS IN HER?
IS THERE ANY RHYME
OR REASON TO IT?
I DON'T KNOW.
SHE'S RUDE AND HATEFUL,
AND THERE'S
NO REASON TO IT.
NO!
MA'AM, THEM'S THE ONES
FOR THE FLOWER SHOW.
She said,
"I brought you a gift."
NEXT.
LADIES, ARE YOU
COMING IN,
OR AREN'T YOU?
And then you know
what happened?
She went over
to the prize rose bush
and broke two of them.
THIS IS A LIKELY
SPOT.
FOR WHAT?
A PROPOSAL.
HOW DID YOU KNOW?
MY LATE HUSBAND
PROPOSED TO ME
IN
THE LAKE DISTRICT.
HE BELIEVED
WATER WAS ROMANTIC.
YOUR OWN MOTHER'S
NEVER DONE SAYING
THAT ALL MEN
ARE ALIKE, SO...
IN THAT CASE,
IT WOULD BE
LIKE MARRYING
THE SAME MAN TWICE.
I CAME HERE
TO BE RID OF MEN.
FORTUNE HUNTERS.
THAT EXCLUDES ME.
WE HAVE POTS OF MONEY,
AND SO HAVE YOU.
OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN' BE HUNTABLE.
THERE ARE THOSE WHO'D SAY
WE'RE WELL MATCHED.
INCLUDING YOUR MAMMY?
ESPECIALLY THE MAMMY.
YOU WAN TO BE RID OF MEN?
MARRY ONE.
I DON'T LIKE IDLERS.
I'LL GO BACK TO THE LAW.
I DON' LIKE LAWYERS.
THEY CONSOR WITH CRIMINALS.
NO, THEY DON'T.
THEY CONSOR WITH OTHER LAWYERS.
THAT'S WHAT I SAID.
ISN'T THERE SOME
FAMILY BUSINESS
SELLING BOTTLED
MINERAL WATER
FROM THE SPA?
THAT'S HOW WE
MADE OUR MONEY,
BUT THE WELL
DRIED UP YEARS AGO.
THEN IMPORT SOME WATER.
BETTER STILL,
USE ORDINARY WATER
AND WHATEVER MAKES I TASTE DISGUSTING.
MY GOD, YOU'RE AS CROOKED
AS ANY LAWYER.
AREN'T I JUST?
WHEN I RECEIVE
YOUR PROPOSAL,
I'LL CONSIDER IT.
MEANWHILE, IT'S CUSTOMARY
TO PROVIDE A SAMPLE
OF GOODS ON OFFER.
UM...
WHO'S GOING TO
PROVIDE THE SAMPLE?
THINK OF IT AS MUTUAL--
TIT FOR TAT.
BLOODY FOOL!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
FOOL? THAT'S MY CAR!
STOP IT!
AAH!
[BICYCLE BELL]
YOU SAY THE WOMAN
ON THE BICYCLE
WAS TOO FAR OFF
TO IDENTIFY
AS MISS O'HARE?
WELL, ALLOW ME,
IF YOU'LL PARDON
THE EXPRESSION,
TO MARK YOUR CARD,
MA'AM.
EVEN IF YOU COULD
IDENTIFY HER,
AND
IT WAS MISS O'HARE,
THERE'S NOT A SHRED
OF EVIDENCE
THAT SHE DID IT.
WHO ELSE COULD
HAVE DONE IT?
THAT'S NOT WHAT A JUDGE
WOULD ASK A JURY,
ESPECIALLY
NOT IF THE JURY
AND THE DEFENDAN WAS IRISH
AND THE PLAINTIFF
IT WAS SHE.
I KNOW IT WAS.
MA'AM, I HAVE A SON
IN TRINITY COLLEGE
AND A WIFE WHO SAYS
WITHOUT A FUR COA SHE'LL
DIE OF PNEUMONIA,
SO I COULD DO
WITH A FAT LAWSUI THAT WOULD
LAST A WEEK.
I COULD ASSURE I TOMORROW AGAINS MISS O'HARE.
THEN DO IT.
YOU'D LOSE,
AND THE IRISH ARE
A LITIGIOUS RACE.
SHE'D BRING
A COUNTERSUI AGAINST YOU,
AND THE UPSHO WOULD BE
SHE'D NEVER NEED
TO TAKE A LODGER
AGAIN.
A LODGER?
THE POOR THING
HASN'T TWO HA'PENNIES
TO RUB TOGETHER,
SO FROM JUNE
TO SEPTEMBER,
SHE RENTS OUT A ROOM.
IF YOU SUE MISS O'HARE,
YOU'LL BE BACKING
THE WRONG HORSE.
SHE'S TOO WELL LIKED.
WHAT AM I TO DO?
THERE'S NO END
TO HER MALICE.
SHE'S CALLED ME
A THIEF.
MY CAR
WAS ALMOST WRECKED.
WHAT NEXT?
SHE'S A HARMLESS SOUL,
A RELIC OF OLD DECENCY.
BETWEEN OURSELVES
AND THESE FOUR WALLS,
WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?
OWN UP.
NOTHING.
WELL, NOT REALLY.
ANYWAY,
SHE STARTED IT.
IT'S
ARE YOU CODDING ME?
I SEE NO HUMOUR--
BECAUSE
YES. FOR SOME REASON,
SHE LOATHES AND DETESTS
ANYONE WHO--
AND WHO DO YOU THINK
HER LODGERS ARE?
TOURISTS ON HOLIDAY
FROM LONDON
AND LIVERPOOL
AND BIRMINGHAM.
THEY COME BACK
YEAR AFTER YEAR
BECAUSE NO LANDLADY
HAS EVER MADE THEM
FEEL SO MUCH AT HOME
AS MISS O'HARE DOES.
SHE HATES YOU
BECAUSE YOU'RE
YOU'LL HAVE TO DO
BETTER THAN THA FOR A YARN.
MA'AM! MA'AM!
IT'S ON THE WALL.
WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?
OH, MA'AM,
WHAT'S WRIT ON IT.
WRIT? WHAT DO YOU
MEAN, WRIT?
YOU MEAN WRITTEN?
WRITTEN WHERE?
ONE THING I WON'T BE
IS A HINDRANCE.
SEEING AS
THE REGATTA'S UPON US,
I'LL DO MY BIT,
SAME AS ALWAYS.
THE LADIES' COMMITTEE
WON'T EVEN KNOW I'M GONE.
AH, WILL WE NOT?
YOU THINK SO?
AND YOU, YOU'D
THROW AWAY 30 YEARS.
CHANGE YOUR MIND.
YES, YOU WILL.
IF THAT WOMAN'S
ON THE COMMITTEE--
BUT SHE LIVES HERE.
SHE'S ENTITLED TO BE
ON IT, AS YOU ARE.
KATHERINE,
IT'S NOT TOO LATE.
WHAT BEGAN AS A QUARREL
IS TURNING
INTO A SCANDAL.
UH, THERE'S
TALK OF GRAFFITI.
I KNOW NOTHING
ABOUT THAT.
AND HER MOTORCAR
WON'T BE MENDED
FOR A MONTH.
SHE'S CLEVER.
I'LL GIVE HER THAT.
IT'S ALL MY DOING.
POOR MISS O'HARE
THAT'S GONE ASTRAY
IN THE HEAD.
IT'S ALL
LAID AT MY DOOR.
AND SHE'S YOU
FOOLED AS WELL.
ME? HOW?
THE CAR AND THE PAIN AND WHAT HAPPENED
AT THE DANCE.
SHE'S THE ONE
BEHIND IT ALL.
IT'S PART OF WHA SHE'S BEEN UP TO.
AND WHAT'S THA WHEN IT'S AT HOME?
I THINK IT'S TO DO
AWAY WITH ME.
TO--
BECAUSE SHE KNOWS
I CAN SEE THROUGH HER.
I GAVE MYSELF AWAY
THE FIRST TIME
I CLAPPED EYES ON HER.
SHE CREDITS ME WITH
BEING SMARTER THAN I AM,
BUT I KNOW A GOLD RING
FROM THE BRASS ONE
YOU'D FIND ON HALLOWEEN.
A GOLD RING.
I'M TALKING ABOUT HER,
ABOUT HER NOT BEING
WHAT SHE PRETENDS TO BE,
AND THAT'S MAYBE WHY
ONE OF THESE DARK NIGHTS
POOR MISS O'HARE
WILL WALK INTO THE LAKE.
UH, INTO THE--
DON'T YOU SEE IT?
ARE YOU BLIND?
SHE'S UP TO MURDER.
MISS O'HARE.
DID YOU TALK HER
OUT OF IT?
QUITE THE OPPOSITE,
MR. CLANCY.
I THINK SHE'S TIRED OF, UH,
SLAVING FOR THE COMMITTEE.
SHE OUGHT TO RES FOR A MONTH OR SO.
AYE,
WITH ALL MY DOORS
AND WINDOWS LOCKED.
WATCH HER.
WHAT?
I SAID WATCH HER.
SHE TRUSTS YOU
IN HER INNOCENCE.
I DON'T, NOT SO FAR
AS I COULD THROW YOU
OR THE WHOLE BREED
OF YOUSE.
I'M TELLING YOU,
MIND HER.
WHAT IS I THAT AILS HER?
I DON'T KNOW.
SHE HAS QUEER IDEAS.
HAS IT TO DO
WITH THE PAST?
WHAT?
I MEAN BEFORE I CAME
TO KILSHANNON.
I KNOW
THERE WAS SOMETHING
BECAUSE, WELL,
I'M FOND OF HER.
I ASK HER HOW IT WAS
THE TIME SHE WAS
GROWING UP.
SHE WON'T ANSWER ME.
SHE LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW
OR THE LAKE,
BUT NOT AT ME.
SO WHAT IS IT?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
TALKING ABOUT, MR. CLANCY.
THERE'S NOTHING IN THE PAST.
NOTHING.
[BRASS BAND PLAYS]
HEY, NOW!
EASY NOW, SON!
NOT TOO QUICK!
HOLD IT, HOLD IT,
HOLD IT, HOLD IT!
EASY, EASY!
GO ON, GO ON,
GO ON, GO ON,
GO ON.
[HORNS BLOW]
READY.
GO ON, GO ON,
GO ON. THERE YOU GO.
OH, CON!
I'LL FALL IN!
NOT A BIT OF YOU!
HOLD ON!
[APPLAUSE]
HEY! COME BACK!
WHAT ABOUT ME?
ADMIRAL.
GOOD TO SEE YOU.
GRAND.
YOU'RE HERE.
WELL, COME ON.
WE'LL GET ABOARD, HUH?
WELL,
WHAT'S THE RUSH?
THE RALLY'S IN INISHKEEN,
AND THE HARBOUR'S
A LITTLE ON THE TINY SIDE.
THE BOATS ARRIVING LAS HAVE TO MOOR
OUT ON THE LAKE.
THAT'S BAD?
IT'S ALL RIGH ROWING ASHORE,
BUT ROWING BACK ISN'T.
BECAUSE OF
THE CURRENTS?
NO. BECAUSE OF THE PUBS.
MRS. BROOME.
HELLO.
RIGHT, EVERYBODY.
LET'S GET ABOARD.
COME ALONG, MAMMY.
LEND A HAND,
MISS GRUBB.
WHAT FUN!
RIGHT, MAMMY.
COME ON. UP YOU GET.
UP, UP. THAT'S IT.
I THINK I'D BETTER
GO IN THE CAR.
NO, YOU WON'T. COME.
GET IN THE BOAT.
OH, GODFREY!
THAT'S IT.
STOP IT, NOW.
UP YOU GET.
HANDS AND
SHOULDERS UP!
I WOULDN'T GO
NEAR A BOAT,
ONLY THE DOCTOR
TOLD ME I NEEDED
EXERCISE.
RIGHT. THAT'S IT, MAMMY.
COME ON, DOWN BELOW.
WHAT NEXT?
I NEVER DREAMED.
I HAD NO IDEA.
WHAT?
THAT IRELAND
WAS LIKE THIS.
I'M SO GLAD
I CAME HERE.
IT'S PERFECT.
ALMOST PERFECT.
WELL, THE "ALMOST"
CAN BE RECTIFIED.
SAY YOU'LL MARRY ME.
ON THIS LAKE
AND UNDER THIS SKY?
THE GODS WOULD
STRIKE US DEAD FOR
OUR IMPERTINENCE. NO.
I'LL SAY IT ON DRY LAND.
YOU WILL?
GODFREY!
THE BOA WILL STEER ITSELF.
LOOK. NOT A FEATHER
OUT OF IT.
YOU'LL SAY YES THEN?
TODAY I'D SAY YES
IF MISS O'HARE
INVITED ME
TO DRINK A GLASS
OF HER OWN
BLACKCURRANT WINE.
NOT BAD.
YOU'LL DO.
YES...
YOU'LL DEFINITELY DO.
IS THAT HER UP AHEAD--
THE OLD WITCH...
MISS O'HARE?
YES.
OH!
JUST HOLD THE WHEEL
LIGHTLY.
THAT'S IT. GENTLE.
BE GENTLE.
JUST A TOUCH.
PRETEND SHE'S A WOMAN.
YOU SAY
THE LOVELIEST THINGS.
[LAUGHS]
GODFREY, WILL
MISS O'HARE GET TO...
WHEREVER IT IS
WE'RE GOING AHEAD OF US?
INISHKEEN.
WE'RE FASTER, BU THEY'VE GOT A HEAD START.
IF WE OPENED HER UP,
WE COULD MAKE IT.
WE COULD BE FIRST ROUND
HAMILTON POINT,
AND THEN AGAIN,
WE MIGHT NOT.
THEN OPEN HER UP,
MY FUTURE HUSBAND.
[CHUCKLES]
[MOTOR SPEEDS UP]
WHOO!
OH!
SHE GAINING ON US.
I THINK IT'S A RACE.
GODFREY, STUPID CHILD,
PUT THE BRAKES ON!
WON'T IT GO ANY FASTER?
TOO MANY SMALL BOATS
AROUND.
IT'S CONSIDERED
BAD FORM.
WE CAN'T OVERTAKE THEM.
THE POINT'S TOO CLOSE.
YOU'RE HEADING
FOR THE SHALLOW!
GO BACK
TO THE CHANNEL!
WE'VE DONE IT!
WE'LL BE IN FIRST!
YES!
GOOD GIRL YOURSELF!
BETTER LUCK NEXT YEAR!
HA HA!
[ALL SHOUTING]
JESUS, THEY'RE
ON TOP OF US.
WE'RE NEVER GOING
TO OVERTAKE THEM.
THERE'S NO ROOM!
THEN THEY CAN
FUCKING WELL MOVE OVER.
DO YOU WAN TO SEE THEM
ON A SHOAL?
DO I? HEAVENS TO BETSY,
WHAT A TERRIBLE IDEA.
EDWINA! THROTTLE BACK!
LET GO OF ME.
OH!
GET OVER!
AAH!
GET...BACK!
AAH!
[SHOUTING]
[MISS O'HARE]
OH!
DID YOU SEE
WHAT HE DID?
TIGHTEN THOSE SHEETS!
HOLD 'ER STEADY.
KATHERINE...
ARE YOU HURT?
OHHH...
I'M FINE.
ARE WE SINKING?
I CAN'T SWIM.
IT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
ONE OF THE FEW ADVANTAGES
OF GOING AGROUND
IS THAT YOU CAN
WALK ASHORE.
DO YOU NEED A HAND?
HOLD ON! THERE'S
BOATS COMING!
CAN I THROW YOU A LINE?
NO! DON'T LET HIM.
DON'T LET THEM
COME NEAR US.
DON'T WORRY,
I WON'T.
YOU WANT TO TOW US
INTO DEEP WATER
TO SINK US PROPERLY?
LET ME
HELP YOU ABOARD!
NO!
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
WE WON'T WAN FOR RESCUING.
[TOOT TOOT]
YOU'LL BE
BACK ON THE LAKE
INSIDE A MONTH.
JUST NEEDS A DENTURE
AND SOME BRIDGEWORK.
I'M SURE.
WHAT'S A COUPLE
OF CRACKED BICUSPIDS?
YOU'LL BE SAILING
THIS BOAT TILL YOU'RE 100.
ANOTHER 80 YEARS,
WHAT?
MISS O'HARE.
CAN I JUST SAY,
MY FAMILY WILL GLADLY
PAY FOR THE REPAIRS.
THERE, NOW.
IT WAS MY FAUL ENTIRELY.
I SHOULDN'T HAVE
LET EDWINA--
MRS. BROOM--
TAKE THE WHEEL.
I DON'T SUPPOSE
THERE'S ANY POIN IN ASKING
IF SHE COULD POSSIBLY
SAY HOW SORRY SHE IS?
IT WOULD JUST MAKE
THE DAY PERFECT FOR US
BECAUSE WE'RE ACTUALLY
GOING TO ANNOUNCE
THAT WE'RE GOING
TO BE ENGAGED.
OH, WELL.
THAT'S GREAT NEWS.
ENGAGED, WHAT?
GOD SEND YOUSE
GOOD LUCK.
WHAT DO YOU SAY,
KATHERINE?
SHE COMPLETELY
LOST HER HEAD.
DIDN'T KNOW
THE RULES
OF THE RIVER.
DON'T PASS
ON THE RIGHT...
PASS
ON THE RIGHT...
IT WAS JUST HIGH
SPIRITS AND LACK
OF RIVER SENSE.
WE WOULDN' LIKE ANYTHING
TO SPOIL OUR--
SHE TRIED TO KILL US.
WHAT?
MURDER WAS WHAT I SAID.
AND I WAS RIGHT.
AH, WOMAN, YOU'RE RAVING.
I WORKED IT OUT.
WHAT SHE'D A MIND TO DO
WAS TO RAM US
IN THE MIDSTREAM
WHERE THE WATER'S
40 FEET DEEP.
ARE THE PAIR
OF YOU BLIND?
CAN'T YOU SEE
WHAT WAS GOING ON
IN THAT MURDEROUS
BRAIN OF HERS?
AND SHE'LL TRY IT AGAIN.
AND AS LONG AS
SHE'S NOT FOUND OUT,
SHE'LL GO ON TRYING.
ALL RIGHT, CON?
IS THIS SEAT TAKEN?
NO, NO.
QUITE ALL RIGHT.
[HORN HONKS]
[WOMAN LAUGHS]
WHOO!
HA HA HA HA!
ABSOLUTELY
FANTASTIC!
I SAY! I THOUGH YOU SAID IT WAS DEAD
AROUND HERE.
IT MUST BE ONE
OF THEM MIRAGES.
YOU DON'T HEAR A
MIRAGE. YOU SEE
IT, YOU HICK.
[DOLORES]
I LOVE MEN
WHEN THEY'RE WITTY!
EXCUSE ME. MIGHT ONE
INQUIRE WHA THE OCCASION IS?
IF IT'S PUBLIC.
IT'S THE REGATTA
DANCE...
FOR THE REGATTA
AND THE RALLY.
EXCELLENT. AND...
FORGIVE ME,
BUT ARE THERE
NONTEETOTAL BEVERAGES
AVAILABLE?
NOT FOR THE LIKES
OF THEM THAT'S HAD
ENOUGH.
I DON'T KNOW YOU.
GO 'WAY FROM ME.
WE DON'T KNOW
HIM NEITHER.
WE GAVE HIM
A LIFT FROM
OUTSIDE NENAGH.
MA'AM, FIRS LIEUTENANT ROKESBY
OF HIS MAJESTY'S
SHIP HEROIC.
LADS, WILL WE GO
TO THE OL' DANCE?
I SAY WE WILL.
AT YOUR SERVICE,
MA'AM.
TRUTHFULLY,
I'VE HAD A SOMEWHA CHEQUERED 24 HOURS.
FELL INTO BAD COMPANY
IN DUBLIN LAST NIGH AND MISSED MY SHIP.
COURTESY VISIT,
YOU KNOW,
NOT BOMBARDMENT.
THOUGHT I'D CATCH UP
WITH IT IN CORK
AND TOOK THE ROAD
TO LIMERICK
BY MISTAKE.
GOING TO BE THE DEVIL
TO PAY.
THAT SERVES
YOU RIGHT.
AND THE DEVIL'S
CURE TO YOU.
THANKS VERY MUCH.
[GIGGLING]
HEY, ADMIRAL..
SOMEONE CALLING?
HEY, LIMEY,
COMING IN?
WHY NOT? LORD KNOWS
WHERE I'M GOING
TO SLEEP TONIGHT.
OH, I SAY.
YOU GOING, TOO?
GOOD. I HAVE
A PARTNER.
GO AWAY FROM ME.
GO ON.
SHOO.
SHOO.
[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING]
THANK YOU.
KEEP THE CHANGE.
YOU CAME IN. GRAND.
HOW DO YOU FEEL?
ARE YOU ALL WELL?
YES. I THINK
I'D LIKE TO GO HOME,
ACTUALLY.
EXCUSE ME,
GRACIOUS LADY.
MAY I HAVE
THE PLEASURE
OF THIS DANCE?
NO, YOU MAY NOT.
GO 'WAY.
ONE SMALL CIRCLE
OF THE FLOOR
WILL SUFFICE...
OR TO AS FAR
AS WHERE
THEY'RE SERVING
REFRESHMENTS.
AM I IN MY OWN
COUNTRY, OR AMN'T I?
THEY'RE EVERYWHERE
I GO, TORMENTING ME!
YOU'RE ANNOYING THE LADY.
THAT'LL DO YOU NOW.
YOU'RE SAYING
I OFFEND HER?
NOT AT ALL.
IT'S JUST SHE'S NO IN FORM FOR DANCING.
DRINKS ARE DOWN THERE.
GOOD LAD.
SO MUCH FOR
THE FRIENDLY IRISH.
OHHH...
[CHUCKLES]
TO YOU.
UHH!
GOOD GOD, IT IS!
IT'S YOU!
WELL, I'M DAMNED.
EXCUSE ME?
YOU...HERE,
OF ALL PLACES.
GOD, THEY DO SAY
IT'S A SMALL WORLD.
SORRY. I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU BEFORE.
YES, YOU HAVE.
DON'T TALK GAMMON.
WHERE WAS IT?
I'VE FORGOTTEN
YOUR NAME.
WAIT. TELL ME
WHO I AM.
YOU'RE MISTAKEN.
I REALLY DON' KNOW YOU.
YOU'RE BEING
A NUISANCE.
SHE DOESN' KNOW YOU.
COME, EDWINA.
EDWINA?
THAT'S NOT IT.
YES. NOW I REMEMBER.
IT WAS AT ANTIBES.
WE'D PUT IN
AT MONACO
FOR REPAIRS,
AND YOU...
OH, MY GOD! YES!
I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
YOU, HERE,
OF ALL PLACES!
HOW DAMN PRICELESS!
I DON'T--GODFREY,
I NEED SOME FRESH AIR.
THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE
THE ANNOUNCEMEN ABOUT US.
LET THEM.
WE HAVE TO BE HERE.
EVERYONE'S GOING
TO APPLAUD--
FOR CHRIST'S SAKES,
GODFREY! DON'T BE
SO CHILDISH!
CON! WHY DON'T YOU
TREAT MR., UH...
ROKESBY, MA'AM.
ROKESBY, ROKESBY...
TO A DRINK?
THANKS VERY MUCH.
SURE.
[SINGING DRUNKENLY]
WE'LL TAKE
BARNEY MURPHY'S
HORSE AND TRAP.
A FEW MORE STEPS,
THEN A GOOD NIGHT'S
SLEEP,
AND YOU'LL BE AS
RIGHT AS THE RAIN.
I HAVE NO DRINK
IN THE HOUSE...FOR HIM.
HE WANTS MORE DRINK?
I WANT MORE DRINK.
WHA--WHAT'S GOING ON?
WHY ARE WE HERE?
BE QUIET.
UP YOU GET.
CAN YOU MANAGE IT?
OH!
SPLENDID IRISH
HOSPITALITY.
INFINITELY OBLIGED!
[MISS O'HARE]
DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL
SING FOR YOUR SUPPER.
[SINGING DRUNKENLY]
THERE YOU ARE.
ALL RIGHT.
YOU GO THE DOOR OPEN?
NO.
HOME ALREADY?
OH, YES.
ALL ASHORE
THAT'S GOING ASHORE!
RIGHT IN THE HARBOUR.
STEADY, NOW.
HOME, SWEET HOME.
OH, G--TIME
FOR BEDDY-BYES.
OH, NO,
MR. ROKESBY.
THE NIGH IS STILL YOUNG.
YOU AND I ARE
GOING TO HAVE
A LITTLE DRINK.
JUST FIRST TELL ME--
JUST YOU AND I.
I DON'T LIKE
DRIVING OFF
AND LEAVING YOU
ON YOUR OWN
WITH HIM FOR
THE WHOLE NIGHT.
AREN'T YOU A GUARD?
YOU'RE JEALOUS.
YOU'RE AS GOOD
AS A TONIC.
NO, I'LL BE SAFE
WITH MR. ROKESBY.
ARE MURDERING YOU,
THEY'RE ALWAYS
PURE GENTLEMEN.
WELL,
IF YOU'RE SURE...
GOOD NIGHT, CON.
GOOD NIGHT,
KATHERINE.
GOOD NIGHT, MADDIE.
GOOD NIGHT, MISS--
OH! TSK!
NOW, THEN...
I'LL BE
YOUR SWEETHEART
IF YOU
WILL BE MINE
GOOD EVENING,
MADDIE.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
ARE THESE WHAT YOU
WERE LOOKING FOR?
I SUPPOSE
YOU REMEMBERED
YOU'D FORGOTTEN
TO RE-SEAL MY LETTERS
AFTER YOU'D
STEAMED THEM OPEN.
WHAT?
MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU.
I NEVER.
MAY I DROP DOWN DEAD.
IT'S THE WEATHER.
I BEG YOUR PARDON?
RAIN ONE MINUTE,
SUN THE NEXT.
SURE NOTHING STICKS.
I KNEW THERE WAS
AN EXPLANATION.
GLUE IS USELESS.
WHAT A CLIMATE.
TRUE FOR YOU.
IT'S FIERCE.
MADDIE...
[CHUCKLES]
I WANT TO KNOW...
ABOUT THAT WOMAN
O'HARE.
ABOUT MISS O'HARE?
THERE'S NOTHING.
SHE HAS NO MONEY.
WHAT DOES SHE LIVE ON?
WHY DOESN' SHE LIVE IN TOWN
INSTEAD OF HERE
ON THE PEAK?
SHE'S NOBODY.
WHY DO MRS. DOYLE-
COUNIHAN AND THE OTHERS
PUT UP WITH HER? HUH?
WHAT MAKES HER
ONE OF THEM?
IS IT BLACKMAIL?
WHAT DOES SHE KNOW?
NOTHING.
IT'S THE LADIES WHO--
WHO KNOW?
WHO KNOW WHAT?
IT WAS...
WELL?
IT WAS AGREED LONG AGO.
IT WAS A BARGAIN THEY MADE
WITH MISS O'HARE...
THAT IT WOULD NEVER
BE TALKED ABOUT.
NO, NOR MENTIONED.
NOT EVER.
I SEE.
[LOCKS DOOR]
WELL, YOU'RE GOING
TO TALK ABOUT IT NOW.
[CHURCH BELL CHIMES]
GOOD MORN TO YOU,
MISS O'HARE.
ISN'T THAT A GRAND
CLASS OF A DAY?
GRAND, THANK GOD.
I HAVEN'T CLAPPED EYES
ON YOU SINCE THE REGATTA.
WERE YOU NOT WELL?
OH, NO, I...
I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE
DANGEROUS TO GO OUT.
THEY SAY EVERYONE'S
GOT A SUMMER COLD,
THE KIND YOU CAN' GET RID OF.
WILL YOU WALK
WITH US, OR WILL YOU
TAKE THE BIKE?
AH...I THINK I'LL GO
ON SHANK'S MARE.
THE BANNS ARE CALLED
BETWEEN GODFREY DOYLE
AND EDWINA BROOME,
BOTH OF THIS PARISH.
IF ANYONE CAN SHOW
JUST CAUSE
WHY THIS MARRIAGE
SHOULD NOT TAKE PLACE,
HE OR SHE SHOULD DO SO
TO HIS LORDSHIP THE BISHOP
OR TO ANY ONE OF THE PRIESTS
OF THE PARISH.
THIS IS THE THIRD
AND LAST TIME OF CALLING.
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
CANON.
WELL, THE CHURCH
CLERK HASN'T COME
HARING AROUND
SAYING THA SOMEBODY'S READY
TO SWEAR TO I THA THE GROOM-TO-BE IS
IN THE FREEMASONS.
I THINK WE CAN
SAFELY USE RACING
PARLANCE AND SAY
THE TAPES ARE UP.
AND AS FOR YOU,
YOUNG MAN...
I'VE NEVER KNOWN
ANYONE BORN
SO FORTUNATE.
WHEN I LOOK
AT THIS BEAUTIFUL
YOUNG WOMAN--
MRS. BROOME!
MISS O'HARE.
I WOULDN'T KNOW
A BIT OF YOU.
SUCH A STRANGER YOU ARE
THESE TWO WEEKS.
OUGHT I TO OFFER
MY CONGRATULATIONS?
I'D BE PLEASED
IF YOU DID.
IN THAT CASE, I DO.
AH, GOD
LOVE YOU.
AND I CONGRATULATE
MYSELF AS WELL.
I WALKED TO MASS.
DID YOU KNOW THAT?
I DIDN'T TAKE MY BICYCLE
BECAUSE THE BRAKES
WEREN'T WORKING.
REALLY?
SUCH A STEEP HILL.
WASN'T I BLESSED?
BUT WHAT I REALLY
CONGRATULATE MYSELF ON
IS THA ONCE YOU'RE MARRIED,
YOU'LL BE SAFE,
AND NO ONE CAN TOUCH YOU--
NOT ME, NOT ANYONE.
AND THAT MEANS
I'LL BE SAFE AS WELL.
SO THAT'S THE HEIGH OF GOOD FORTUNE
FOR THE PAIR OF US,
WOULDN'T YOU SAY?
CANON.
SAFE? W-W-WHAT'S
SHE TALKING ABOUT?
WHAT DOES SHE MEAN
BY THAT?
I HAVE NO IDEA.
AH, THE CREATURE.
OLD MAIDS ARE THE SAME
THE WORLD OVER.
THE POOR MIND
ALWAYS GIVES WAY.
WILL YOU COME UP,
CANON, FOR A BITE
OF DINNER WITH US?
WHAT IS IT, CON?
I HOPE YOU WEN TO EARLY MASS,
BECAUSE
YOU'RE LATE
FOR THIS ONE.
WHAT'S HAPPENED?
SOMEONE PUT THIS
THROUGH MY LETTERBOX.
WHOEVER WROTE I DOESN'T PUT HIS NAME
TO IT,
BUT I'D LIKE TO KNOW
IF IT'S TRUE.
READ IT.
IT'S SHORT, BUT NO WHAT I'D CALL SWEET.
WELL?
OHHH...
CON,
TH--THIS SOR OF THING--
IS IT TRUE?
A...
A LONG TIME AGO...
A GIRL...
A DIFFERENT PERSON.
SHE--
CON, YOU CAN' WALK AWAY.
YOU CAN'T WALK AWAY.
OHHH...
[SOBBING]
LUNCH, MAMMY.
DINNER, GODFREY.
THERE'S ME OWN SISTER,
SISTER TERESA GONZAGA
FROM THE CARMELITES...
THEY LET HER OU ON CONDITION
SHE DOESN'T TALK.
AND THERE'S ME COUSIN
MOSSY COONEY
WHO'S IN THE GOVERNMENT...
AND GODFREY'S UNCLE
ON HIS FATHER'S SIDE,
A GUNMAN
IN THE TROUBLES,
AMBASSADOR
TO THE VATICAN NOW,
AND THE COMMODORE
OF THE YACHT CLUB
THAT'S HAD THE STROKE,
UH, BUT IS COMING
IN SPITE OF IT.
OH, SUCH A DINNER!
IT'LL BE THE TALK
OF THE COUNTY.
EXCUSE ME...
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
FOR INTERRUPTING
YOUR LUNCH.
DINNER.
UH, IT'S A PRIVATE
OCCASION, PET.
I KNOW THAT, SO
I WON'T TAKE UP
YOUR TIME.
THIS MORNING,
CON CLANCY GOT A LETTER.
IT SAID AS HOW
I'D HAD A BABY
30 YEARS AGO.
UH, MISS O'HARE...
THE BABY'S FATHER
WAS A SOLDIER...
OUT OF THE GARRISON
IN LIMERICK.
IT WAS THE OLDEST STORY
IN THE WORLD.
I WAS THAT INNOCENT.
I BELIEVED HIM
WHEN HE SAID
HE WAS OFF TO FIGH SOME FOREIGN WAR...
WHEN IT WAS OVER,
HE'D SEND FOR ME.
IT WAS 1904,
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
YOUR OWN GODFREY WASN' EVEN INTO LONG TROUSERS.
I REMEMBER
THE SALT TEARS YOU CRIED,
BEGGING ME NOT TO KEEP
THE BABY LIKE I WANTED TO,
BUT TO GIVE I TO STRANGERS.
YOU PROMISED THA NO ONE IN THE TOWN
WOULD EVER MENTION IT...
OR THINK BAD OF ME...
THAT IT WOULD BE
LOOKED AFTER.
WHAT I WANTED WAS
TO HAVE THE CHILD
AND REAR IT AND BE
A MOTHER TO IT.
BUT YOURSELF
AND THE LADIES,
THEM THAT I STILL SEE
EVERY DAY AROUND ME...
YOU SAID THA FOR ME TO KEEP I WOULD BE AN INSUL TO GOOD-LIVING WOMEN...
TO THEM THAT WERE
WELL IN WITH GOD.
SO IN THE HEEL
OF THE HUNT,
I WENT TO DUBLIN
AND HAD HER ADOPTED.
AND YOUSE KEPT YOUR WORD,
I'LL NOT DENY IT.
THERE WAS THE LITTLE
COTTAGE, ALL FOR MYSELF...
NO RENT TO PAY...
AND I WAS NEVER
LOOKED DOWN ON,
BECAUSE I'D DONE
WHAT WAS RIGHT.
I SUPPOSE I REMINDED YOUSE
OF HOW GOOD YOUSE WERE...
AND HOW CHRISTIAN.
THE BABY DIED.
DID YOU KNOW THAT?
ER, WHAT? WELL, NO.
HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN?
WHEN SHE WAS 3.
I THOUGHT TO FIND OU WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE
SHE'D GONE TO...
AND IF THEY WERE
GOOD TO HER.
IT TOOK ME A LONG WHILE,
BUT I MANAGED IT.
I'M A GREAT FINDER OU OF THINGS.
SHE--SHE'D BEEN
WITH A DOCTOR AND HIS WIFE.
NICE PEOPLE.
ONLY THERE'D BEEN SCARLET FEVER
WHERE THEY LIVED.
I FELT SORRY FOR THEM.
SO...
OH, YOUR LOVELY LUNCH
IS GOING COLD ON YOU.
SO THIS MORNING,
CON CLANCY GOT A LETTER.
AND NOW HE'S DONE
WITH ME.
MAYBE IT COMES
FROM HAVING
TOO HIGH A REGARD
FOR A PERSON
IN THE FIRST PLACE.
IT'S NOT THEM
YOU CAN'T FORGIVE
FOR BEING HUMAN.
IT'S YOURSELF FOR
BEING SO FOOLISH.
MY SECRET IS OUT,
AND MY RACE IS RUN.
CON CLANCY WILL DIE
IN HIS OWN BED,
AND ME IN MINE.
YOU WERE FOOLISH, TOO,
MRS. BROOME.
IF YOU HADN'T HATED ME
ENOUGH
TO WANT TO DESTROY ME
WITH THIS,
THEN
I WOULDN'T BE HERE NOW
AND YOU'D BE GETTING
MARRIED TO HIMSELF
THERE.
YOU MIGHT EVEN
HAVE FINISHED EATING
THE FOOD
ON THE PLATE
IN FRONT OF YOU.
ARE YOU
SAYING I WROTE
AN ANONYMOUS LETTER?
DID I MENTION
THAT IT WAS ANONYMOUS?
I DON'T THINK SO.
BUT 'TIS NO MATTER.
'TIS THE DAY FOR THEM,
ALL THE SAME.
FOR LETTERS, I MEAN.
WE'LL BE AT LEAST AGREED
ON THAT SCORE, MRS. BROOME.
THAT NAME ISN'T YOURS,
BUT THEN,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
THIS LETTER IS FROM
MRS. EDWINA BROOME.
SHE LIVES IN SCOTLAND.
HER HUSBAND
WAS MAJOR NIGEL BROOME,
WHO WON THE VICTORIA CROSS.
THE WAR OFFICE
SENT ME HER ADDRESS.
FOR SOMETHING.
SHE SAYS
THAT YOU'RE AN IMPOSTOR.
IF I WERE YOU, I'D
GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM
BEFORE SHE SETS
THE LAW ON YOU.
EDWINA, TELL HER.
TELL HER WHAT?
YOU TRIED TIME AND
TIME AGAIN TO HARM ME,
BUT AT MASS THIS MORNING,
I SAID, "I'LL SAY NOTHING.
LET HER MARRY HIM
AND GET HER HANDS
ON HIS MONEY."
YOU?
"AND MORE POWER TO HER."
I DON'T KNOW WHY.
MAYBE I LACK FOR POISON
INSIDE ME.
THEN CON GOT THAT LETTER.
YOU WERE WRONG
ABOUT ONE THING.
I'M FINISHING
MY LUNCH.
IT'S LOVELY.
YOU WEN TO SO MUCH TROUBLE
LEAVING
ALL THOSE PAPERS AROUND
FOR MADDIE O'HARA
TO SPY THROUGH.
NO WONDER YOU WANTED HER
AS A MAID.
SHE WAS YOUR BES CHARACTER WITNESS.
THE MISTAKE YOU MADE
WAS TAKING THE NAME
OF A REAL PERSON.
IF YOU HADN'T DONE THAT,
ALL I HAD WAS THE WORD
OF THAT NAVY OFFICER
THAT MET YOU AT THE BROTHEL
IN FRANCE.
HE SAID YOU COULD DO MORE
TRICKS THAN A CONJUROR.
THE HOLY SISTER,
WHAT SHE'S TRYING
TO SAY IS--
SHE'S GOING TO FAINT.
THAT YOUNG OFFICER SAID
THAT THANKS TO YOU
THE SHIP
MISSED ITS MANOEUVRES,
BUT THE CREW
DIDN'T MISS THEIRS.
WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT?
HE WAS BEING KIND.
HE WANTED TO GO
AROUND THE WORLD,
SO I LET HIM.
I DON'T THINK
I'LL STAY
FOR PUDDING.
GOODBYE,
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
IT WAS MAGICAL.
NO!
GODFREY.
SHE'S NOT TO GO.
I WON'T LET HER.
YOU HAVE THE CHEEK
OF YOU.
NOW EAT YOUR DINNER.
LUNCH!
WHATEVER! SIT!
I DON'T CARE
WHAT SHE'S DONE
OR WHO SHE IS.
I'M THAT FOND OF HER.
ARE YOU, GODFREY?
I SAID SIT DOWN!
I WON'T SAY GOODBYE TO YOU,
MISS O'HARE.
WE STILL HAVE
UNFINISHED BUSINESS.
[SOBBING]
[WHISPERING]
THAT'S THE LAS WE'LL SEE OF HER.
GODFREY! MISS GRUBB!
COME HERE TO ME.
MAMMY, WHAT IS IT?
MISS O'HARE'S BOAT.
LOOK.
OH, MY GOD!
WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?
YEAH, THE POLICE!
MISS GRUBB,
GET THE POLICE.
TELL THEM
MISS O'HARE--
OH, THE SAINTS
PROTECT HER THIS DAY.
AHOY, THERE!
IS THERE ANYBODY ONBOARD?
AHOY!
IS ANYBODY THERE?
THANK HEAVENS.
I'VE BEEN ON THE LAKE
ALL NIGHT.
I LOST MY SENSE
OF DIRECTION.
STAND BY
FOR A LINE.
THANKS.
CAN YOU PLEASE
TOW ME BACK
TO KILSHANNON?
MY CAR'S STILL THERE?
WHERE'S MISS O'HARE?
IS SHE BELOW?
SHE WAS ONBOARD
LAST EVENING
WHEN IT LEFT ITS MOORING.
YES, SHE, UH,
SHE GOT OFF.
GOT OFF?
GOT OFF?
[HONKING]
EXCUSE ME.
WOULD YOU--
IF YOU DON'T MIND.
AM I SPEAKING TO THE MAN
FROM LIMERICK?
A MAN FROM LIMERICK,
YES.
CHIEF INSPECTOR
KILKELLY.
MY NAME IS
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN,
AND I SAW THE WOMAN
WHO'S IN THERE
GOING ON
TO MISS O'HARE'S BOAT,
AND MY SON SAW IT,
AND MISS GRUBB SAW IT.
IF I KNOW
THE LADIES ON THE HILL,
EVERY ONE OF THEM SAW IT.
I SAW IT, TOO.
SERGEANT,
TAKE THE LADIES
SOMEWHERE COMFORTABLE
WHERE THEY CAN MAKE
A STATEMENT.
THERE'S NO ROOM IN THERE
TO SWING A CRIPPEN.
IF MISS O'HARE
WASN'T ON THAT BOA WHEN IT WAS FOUND,
THEN SHE WAS DROWNED
OFF OF IT.
"I HAVE BUSINESS
TO FINISH WITH YOU YET,"
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
NOW WE KNOW THE SOR OF BLACK BUSINESS IT WAS.
DON'T GET EXCITABLE.
I'M SAYING--
THIS CROWD
HAS THEIR EARS COCKED
FOR EVERY WORD WE SAY.
LET'S NOT BE RECKLESS.
WELL, LET THE POLICE
WALK TIPPY-TOES
ALL THEY LIKE,
BUT I'M GOING TO SAY
WHAT'S TRUE.
I WON'T PUT A TOOTH IN IT.
MY FRIEND, THE FRIEND
OF ALL OF US HERE,
KATHERINE O'HARE
IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE
THIS MINUTE
BECAUSE THAT WOMAN
PUT HER THERE.
AND GOD FORGIVE ME.
MISS O'HARE
SAID SHE WAS IN DANGER,
AND I WOULDN'T BELIEVE HER.
NONE OF US BELIEVED HER,
NOT EVEN ME.
I WAS A JUDAS.
I TURNED MY BACK ON HER.
NOW THERE'S BEEN A MURDER.
THAT'S TRUE.
IT'S BEEN SAID AT LAST.
MURDER.
DID SHE SAY MURDER?
THAT WOMAN
MURDERED MISS O'HARE.
IT'S TRUE.
IT'S TRUE.
SHE MURDERED HER.
MURDER?
MURDER?
BROKEN-DOWN PIER,
YOU SAY.
THAT'LL BE HERE--
KILGARVEN QUAY.
3 MILES
TO THE NEAREST VILLAGE.
ARE YOU SAYING
MISS O'HARE
LEFT HER VESSEL
AND WALKED TO A PLACE
WHERE YOU WOULDN'T MEE AN ASS AND CAR IN AN HOUR'S WALK?
YES. WHY NOT?
WHY SHOULD SHE?
WELL, IT WAS--
I TOLD YOU,
WE--WE QUARRELLED,
AND SHE SAID
IF I DIDN' GET OFF THE BOAT,
SHE WOULD.
YET YOU WERE THE ONE
WHO REMAINED ONBOARD.
I TOLD YOU
IT WAS STARTING TO RAIN.
WHY SHOULD I WALK OU INTO A DOWNPOUR?
WHY SHOULD MISS O'HARE
WALK INTO A DOWNPOUR?
BECAUSE SHE WAS STUPID.
THAT'S WHY.
WAS STUPID,
MRS. BROOME?
I--I WAS TALKING ABOU YESTERDAY.
BUT YOU DO ADMI THAT WHEN YOU WEN ABOARD THE VESSEL,
YOU UNTIED
THE MOORING ROPES.
I WANTED TO TALK TO HER.
ON A BOAT,
A PERSON CAN'T VERY WELL
WALK AWAY.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
I THINK
THEY FOUND HER.
THIS BAG
AND ITS CONTENTS
WERE FOUND
IN THE WATER
OFF KILGARVEN QUAY.
IT BELONGS--
IT BELONGED
TO MISS O'HARE.
THESE ARE
HER HOUSE KEYS.
ANY IDEA HOW IT CAME
TO BE IN THE WATER?
SHE DROPPED I IN THE WATER
AS SHE GOT OFF.
YOU DIDN'T MENTION THIS
PREVIOUSLY.
WELL...I FORGOT.
SHE JUS DROPPED HER PURSE
IN THE WATER
AND MADE NO ATTEMP TO RETRIEVE IT?
SHE WAS IN A HURRY.
SHE DID SAY,
"OH, SHIT."
MRS. BROOME...
YOU ARE TO BE DETAINED
ON A HOLDING CHARGE
OF REMOVING PROPERTY,
TO WIT, A MOTOR CRUISER,
WITHOUT THE OWNER'S
PERMISSION.
YOU WILL BE REMOVED
FORTHWITH
TO LIMERICK GARDA
STATION,
WHERE A MORE SERIOUS CHARGE
MAY BE PREFERRED AGAINST YOU.
THE--THE DOOR'S OPENING.
EDWINA! EDWINA!
THERE'S THE MURDERESS!
MURDERESS!
EDWINA!
MURDERESS!
EDWINA!
MURDERESS!
I WAS NO AT ALL SURPRISED
THAT THE WOMAN WAS--
I WON'T SAY IT.
BUT SHE TRIED
TO GET HER CLAWS
ON MY SON.
AND WHEN POOR
MISS O'HARE--
THE LORD HAVE MERCY
ON HER--
GOT SUSPICIOUS,
WELL, THAT WAS
HER DEATH WARRANT.
A WOMAN, WHOM WE TOOK
INTO OUR COMMUNITY,
OUR HOMES,
AND OUR HEARTS.
AND WHAT WAS
IN HER HEART,
A HEART AS BLACK
BUT MURDER?
BUT I SAY TO YE,
IN THE NAME
OF OUR ALL-LOVING SAVIOUR,
THAT MURDER WILL OUT.
RIGHT.
TAKE HER BACK, JIM.
NOT MUCH LUCK.
LET'S MOVE OUR SWEEP
THIS SIDE ALONG
THE WEST.
[HONK HONK]
RIGHT THERE!
...OF THE MURDERED WOMAN,
MISS O'HARE.
DEAR GOD!
WE WILL NOW PROCEED
OVER THE POIN WHERE SHE WAS LAST SEEN.
[HUMMING]
I APPRECIATE THA SINCE THE TROUBLES
A GOOD MURDER
IS HARD TO FIND.
WHEN ONE DOES COME ALONG,
PEOPLE WANT TO MAKE
THE MOST OF IT,
BUT THIS GOING TOO FAR.
AND WHO THE HELL
THINKS HE KNOWS
HOW TO PRINT A HANDBILL?
AND THIS WOMAN,
THE LOWEST OF THE LOW,
IS CHARGED WITH WHAT?
WITH TAKING WHAT BELONGS
TO SOMEONE ELSE,
AND THEY CALL THA A CRIME?
AH, IT ISN' EVEN A VENIAL SIN.
WE HAVE HERE TODAY
NONE OTHER
THAN MR. COMISKEY,
THE MINISTER
OF AGRICULTURE,
REPRESENTING
THE MINISTER OF JUSTICE,
AND STILL THE POLICE
TAKE NO ACTION.
[MURMURING]
THEY WANT, IF YOU PLEASE,
TO FIND A DEAD BODY.
YEAH, A BODY.
WELL, ALL I CAN SAY IS
THEY'RE VERY PARTICULAR.
GOOD WOMAN YOURSELF!
WELL, THE PEOPLE OF KILSHANNON
DEMAND JUSTICE.
NOW YOU'RE TALKING!
WE HAVE HAD 700 YEARS
AND NOW LE THIS MEETING DEMAND
THE ROPE BE ON
THE OTHER NECK FOR A CHANGE.
THANK YOU,
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
NOW LET US SAY
A DECADE OF THE ROSARY
FOR THE REPOSE
OF THE SOUL OF A WOMAN
WHO WAS A SAIN WHEN SHE WAS WITH US
AND, ALAS,
IS NOW A SAINT IN EARNEST.
I TAKE I THERE ARE NO OBJECTIONS
GIVEN THE NONSACRED NATURE
OF OUR SURROUNDINGS.
NONE AT ALL, CANON.
FIRE AWAY.
MRS. COLGAN?
ONE OF THE SORROWFUL
MYSTERIES.
MRS. PURDIEU?
BY ALL MEANS.
MRS. LAWLESS?
OF COURSE.
MISS O'HARE.
MISS O'HARE!
OH, DON'T MIND ME.
GET SOME WATER.
NO. THE POWER'S
GOLD LABEL.
SUCH AN AGGRAVATING
YOUNG WOMAN I NEVER MET.
SHE CAME ON TO MY BOA AND SHANGHAIED ME.
NOW THERE'S THE TOWN
SHE KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT.
SHE CARRIED ON ABOU ME MAKING A SHOW OF HER
IN FRONT OF
THE DOYLE-COUNIHANS
AND ALL BELONGING TO THEM.
FOR A STRAP
SHE'D TALK THE HIND LEG
OFF A DONKEY.
BY THE TIME WE GO TO KILGARVEN QUAY,
I WAS SO MOIDERED--
THAT YOU WENT ASHORE.
I DID. I WALKED 2 MILES
IN THE POURS OF RAIN.
A CART FROM THE CREAMERY
AT PORTUMNA
GAVE ME A LIF TO MY COUSIN'S HOUSE
AT TERRYGLASS,
AND IT WAS
THE BEST DAY'S OUTING
I EVER HAD.
I'M GOING TO LIVE
WITH HER.
AND WHY WOULDN'T I?
SHE'S A WIDOW
AND BY HERSELF, LIKE ME.
I ONLY CAME BACK
TO SELL THE BOA AND PACK UP
ME BITS AND PIECES.
LOOK AT THE COMMOTION
I'VE WALKED INTO.
HA! THEY'RE GONE,
AND SORRA A BODY
WILL SHED A TEAR.
MISS O'HARE.
I DON'T KNOW.
I GAVE THAT WOMAN
SO MUCH OF ME HEART'S BLOOD
OVER THE YEARS.
I'M GLAD TO SEE
THE BACK OF HER.
AND AS FOR THE OTHER RIP.
DID SHE TURN YOU
AGAINST WOMEN, SON?
ONLY AGAINST HER,
MAMMY.
YOU KNOW,
SHE ACTUALLY ASKED ME
TO GO BACK TO WORK.
GO ALONG WITH YOU.
PARDON ME.
WILL YOU SEE GAFFNEY
THE LAWYER?
I'M SURE SHE WILL.
AND IT'S MR. GAFFNEY,
BY THE WAY.
DO TELL ME.
AND TO WHAT, MR. GAFFNEY,
DO I OWE THE...
PLEASURE, MA'AM?
NO PLEASURE AT ALL...
ALAS, BUSINESS RATHER.
THE BUSINESS
OF MRS. GAFFNEY'S
NEW FUR COAT.
THE MAN
HAS DRINK TOOK.
YES. AND WILL AGAIN
SHORTLY.
HOWEVER,
I WAS ALLUDING, MA'AM,
TO THE PROSPEROUS
TIME AHEAD.
TO GET TO THE POINT,
I'M INSTRUCTED
BY MY CLIENT,
KNOWN TO YOU
AS MRS. EDWINA BROOME,
TO TAKE ACTION
AGAINST YOURSELF,
THE REVEREND CANON MURTAGH,
AND THE LADIES
OF YOUR COMMITTEE
SINGLY AND EN MASSE
ON THE GROUNDS OF SLANDER
AND CRIMINAL LIBEL.
YOU WHAT?
NOW, NOW. FORGIVE ME.
DID YOU AND THE LADIES
OF WIDOWS' PEAK
NOT CALL MY CLIEN A MURDERESS?
DID YOU NO GIVE INTERVIEWS
TO THE PAPERS?
DID YOU NOT PERSONALLY
PRINT HANDBILLS
ACCUSING HER OF A CRIME
THAT CARRIES WITH I A SENTENCE OF DEATH?
THOSE HANDBILLS
WERE MADDIE O'HARA.
ALL I DID WAS--
PUT HER UP TO IT.
YES, I HAVE THAT.
DEAR ME,
IT SEEMS AS IF
ALL OF YOU CONSPIRED
TO PUT A ROPE
AROUND MY CLIENT'S NECK.
HAVING CALLED THE TUNE,
YOU MUST PAY THE PIPER.
WE'LL DO NOTHING
OF THE SORT.
THE BRAZEN NERVE OF HER.
A WOMAN THAT'S A MOCKERY
TO HER S-E-X.
NO BETTER
THAN A COMMON--
I WOULDN'T REPEAT THA IF I WERE YOU
SEEING AS WE ONLY HAVE
MISS O'HARE'S WORD FOR IT.
IT'S CALLED HEARSAY,
AND, IN ANY CASE,
THE JUDGE WILL RULE
AS INADMISSIBLE
ANY ATTACK
ON MY CLIENT'S CHARACTER.
THE JUDGE?
OH, MY GOD.
IT'S A GOOD JOB
YOU'RE COMFORTABLY OFF,
MRS. DOYLE-COUNIHAN.
AT LEAST,
UNLIKE THE OTHER LADIES,
YOU WILL HAVE
A PENNY OR TWO LEFT.
OH--OH, THE RIP.
OH, THE RIP!
HOW DARE SHE?
NOW, NOW, NOW, WOMAN.
NONE OF YOUR ULLAGONING.
YOU OUGHT TO GO DOWN
ON YOUR BENDERS
AND GIVE THANKS.
HAVEN'T YOU A TREASURE
THAT NEITHER THE PLAINTIFF
NOR ANY WOMAN CAN TAKE
FROM YOU?
A TREASURE?
TO BE SURE YOU HAVE--
THE LOVE OF A GOOD SON.
HASN'T SHE,
MASTER GODFREY?
AYE, A BOY'S AFFECTION
FOR HIS MOTHER.
ALL ELSE WILL FADE,
BUT NEVER THAT.
GODFREY!
GODFREY!
GODFREY!
BYE-BYE, MAMMY!
I'M FREE!
I'M FREE!
HELP!
HELP!
HELP!
THE BLUE OF HER EYES
AND THE GOLD OF HER HAIR
ARE A BLEND
OF THE WESTERN SKY...
MRS. CLANCY.
YES, MR. CLANCY.
TIME FOR DINNER,
MRS. CLANCY.
SHE'S THE SWEETHEAR OF SIGMA CHI
READY FOR DINNER, DEAR?
AH, LAMB,
WHAT IS IT?
I TOLD HER.
I WARNED HER.
GIN WILL DO I EVERY TIME.
OH, BE QUIET.
WHAT'S WRONG?
I JUST REMEMBERED
WHEN YOU TOLD EVERYONE
THAT THE BABY DIED
OF SCARLET FEVER.
I ACTUALLY BELIEVED IT,
AND I STILL DO.
OH, NO...
THAT'S BECAUSE
I'M IRISH, LOVEY.
WE CAN NEVER RESIS A NICE SAD STORY.
AND DON'T REMIND ME
ABOUT KILSHANNON.
IT'S ON MY CONSCIENCE.
WHY ON EARTH
SHOULD IT BE?
THERE ARE TIMES,
NOT ALL THE TIME,
SOMETIMES,
WHEN I FEEL WE WERE
A BIT HARD ON THEM.
WELL...THEY WERE
A BIT HARD ON US,
WEREN'T THEY, MOTHER...
30 YEARS AGO?
EVERY SONG OF THE DALE
IN DEAR DAYS GONE BY
WAS MADE BRIGH BY THE LIGHT
OF THE SMILE
IN YOUR EYE
LIKE A CANDLE THAT'S SE IN A WINDOW AT NIGHT
YOUR FOND LOVE
HAS CHEERED ME
AND GUIDED ME RIGHT
SURE, I LOVE
THE DEAR SILVER
THAT SHINES
IN YOUR HAIR
AND THE BROW
THAT'S ALL FURROWED
AND WRINKLED WITH CARE
I KISS THE DEAR FINGERS
SO TOIL-WORN FOR ME
OH
GOD BLESS YOU
AND KEEP YOU
MOTHER MACHREE
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