(wind howling)
(moans)
(groaning)
(moaning)
(screams) Oh, God!
(gasping)
Oh, God, help me!
(screams)
- Evening, George. - Evening, Ben.
(groans)
Hey. You all right, miss?
Not seen you around here before. Where you from? Eh?
Selmouth.
That's a long way off.
You got folks? You got folks around here, have you?
No.
- (Ben) Oi! Get down off there! - It's Mr. Wainwright.
Get out of it! If I eateh you again, I'll tan your arses!
- (boy) Silly old pike. - I know where you live, son!
- (boy) Lamplighter, flea biter! - Get home now! Go on!
- (boy) You don't know where I live! - Clear out!
(boy) Silly old cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
- (Ben) Clear off! - Na-na na-na-na.
Little perishers, aren't they?
You don't look well, lass. What are you doing in Addisford?
You looking for someone?
Man.
- Arch Wilson is his name. - Wilson?
There was a Pug Wilson once. Went to sea a few years back.
Little fella, no hair. It wouldn't be him, eh?
- You sure this is where you want? - That's what he said.
Well, then... I gotta be getting home.
She needs help, Mother. Get her washed up, eh?
What are you lot gawping at?
You didn't tell me your name.
- What's your name? - lsabella.
My other name is Ford.
Come on, then. Let's get you dry.
Bless this, our sister. Succor her in her need.
Look down on her distress and lead her into pastures new
where she may rest her weary head.
Take her unto you and let your bounty once more flow through her heart.
Our merciful father, forgive us if in our own ease,
our own comfort, our blindness, we sometimes forget others.
For that which we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.
- Amen. - Amen.
You know of any Wilsons hereabouts, Mother?
- Not as I recall. - There used to be some Wilsons
- in Canal Street. - No, Wilton. They were named Wilton.
That's Matty next to you. He's our youngest.
- This is Jedd. - All right?
He's a soldier, cavalry. Home for the week on furlough.
- Recollect any Wilsons, Jedd? - No, Sergeant. Don't.
That's what he calls me. Sergeant.
That's Con.
When you're finished, Con, when you're finished.
- Con. - Hm?
Sergeant says, when you're finished.
I'll eat your bread if you don't want it.
- What do you think you're doing? - She gin it to me.
"Gin it to me." What sort of language is that?
(Ben) Don't you want your bread then?
Don't you want your soup either?
(sobs)
Do you good.
Come on.
You don't have to go out again, if that's what's worrying you.
You can sleep here.
Con'll share with Matt and Jedd.
- Won't he, Mother? - I'll get a brick hot for the bed.
Come along, my dear.
(moans)
You've got to eat.
(closes door)
- What are you doing here? - I had to see you.
You'll get me the sack if they hear you. If they...
- If they hear you. - I'll be very quiet. then.
It's like a dream.
Shh. Arch.
Bella.
- Arch? - What?
Do you love me?
Of course I love you.
- Do you love me? - You know I love you.
- Do you? - You know I love you.
When will you be back?
Oh. Bella. you know I'll be back when I can.
- (Jedd) All right, I'm off. - (Ben) What time's your train?
- Five and 20 to nine. - Plenty of time, then.
(Mother) We don't want to miss that train.
- There ain't another till this atternoon. - (Ben) It's all right. Don't fuss so.
- Morning, Mrs. Wainwright. - Morning, Mr. Mitchell.
(Mitchell) Be back for the harvest, will ya?
I wouldn't miss that for the world.
- (Mother) Make a lark of it too. - (Ben) Like always.
Where's the life without a lark, eh?
- Looking very smart. - Go on. Go and have a drink.
(Mother) Oh, come on, lad, I'm cold out here.
Look. She's up.
- See you in the summer, eh? - (Mother) Don't want to miss your train.
Go on, get on with you.
Take care of yourselves, eh?
Bella?
Go back to work, you lot, come on.
Feeling stronger, are you?
Yes.
You'll not be warm enough in that. I got something that'll suit you better.
Our Nell's no use for 'em.
We lost her three years back. Rheumatic fever.
Go on, try it on, then.
I had her when I was about your age.
Still too young, mind.
Like you would have been.
I'd have had my eyes closed if I didn't see how you were that first night.
Not be telling the others though.
Was it him you were looking for?
Said he'd marry you, did he?
Yes, he did.
Well, you'll not be the first to believe that. Doubt you'll be the last.
- You're young, you'll forget. - No. I won't forget.
- Have you no one to help you? - I have a sister who's moved to lreland.
There you are, then.
- She has troubles of her own. - What about your mother?
She died.
My father, too.
I dare say you could stay on here a while with us if you wanted to.
You'd have to do your share, mind.
Fetch the leather from the factory to make up the shoes.
I'll do anything as I can.
We want 'em back on Thursday, Mr. Sampson.
Want 'em back pretty sharp. When can you get 'em back?
- I'll sit up all night if needs be. - You were late last week.
I'll have 'em back here by Thursday. Never you fear.
Hey, Bella? Where you going? Bella!
Arch? Arch?
Arch Wilson!
I'm looking for Arch Wilson.
- There's no Arch Wilson here. - But I just saw him.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
- I said, what are you doing here? - I told you, looking for Arch Wilson.
I told you there is no Arch Wilson.
- What are you really up to? - You're lying.
- Are you calling me a liar? - Take your hands off her.
- Who are you? - You owe this lady an apology.
I won't apologize until you get out of here.
Are you all right? Is this the man you're looking for?
- It's not him. Con. - Come on.
(Bella) Stop it. Stop it!
Get him down!
- Take your hands off me and I'll go. - Down them stairs.
Go! Don't come back here no more!
Nor you neither.
- Evening, Con. - Evening.
Mitchy came home with a full basket this evening.
- (Con) He's before us. - Make sure you're ahead of him tomorrow.
Try Parsons over at Aylesburgh. Five or six mile, need to leave early.
- Are you above that? - I'm not above anything.
- Out before six. - Five or six miles, we can do that easy.
You'd be best going your own way. Ewings at Northridge.
- But Ma... - There's no good you going together.
- She only been out there once. - I can manage alone.
- You won't be getting far in those. - They'll be all right.
Wear your other pair. The ones with the buckles.
- I can't. - Why ever not?
- They're too large. - That's easy to fix.
Matty will make a sock for 'em.
(Arch) I brought you a present.
(gasps) Oh. they're lovely.
(gasps) Oh.
- I love them. - You can wear them on our wedding day.
- Evening, Miss Ford. - Evening.
We could put a sock in 'em. But there's no point.
- Why not? - They're cheap Yankee ones.
Machine-made. Look at the linings.
- Cheap? - I'll make you a new pair.
- No, you've enough work to do. - Wish I had.
This lot are all finished. And we've no others waiting.
It'll be a present, that's what it'll be, for a special occasion.
- When's your birthday? - May... 25th.
You've done enough for me already, all of you.
Well, let's take a look anyway.
You'd be fours. And you're high in the instep.
- Mother's got supper on the table. - All right.
Let's see if the other foot's the same. Lett?
- It tickles. - Hold still, come on.
I always thought I was a three. That's why my feet hurt.
Threes? Threes would kill you.
You do such fine work, Matty.
Made the smallest pair of shoes in England once.
Was the only one who could do it. Size of a bean pod, they were.
For a little midget. Worked the halls in London.
You have pride in your work.
- You have to. Even here. - What do you mean?
There's no future in Addisford. Machines'll be doing all the work soon.
Then it's only London where they'll have enough money for handmade shoes.
London's the place.
(rustling)
(tig breaks)
(rustling)
(tig breaks)
You!
I know you're there. You come out.
It's only me.
It's Con.
What are you doing?
I always come along whenever I can.
- Peaceful here. - You frightened me.
- Did I? - Yes.
I'm sorry.
(bird cries)
Look, there's a heron. See?
- Con, why were you following me? - I was wondering...
- I wanted to ask you something. - What?
I bought you an apple.
It's windfall.
Bella, I was wondering, would you like to come out with me?
If you'd like to walk out with me, I mean...
You and me together like.
- Con, I... - Right, fine.
- No, I... - It don't matter. Forget I asked.
- I've no mind to walk out... with anyone. - Keep the apple.
Con! Con!
(man) Matty!
Where's that lad?
The time. Come on.
Meet and right it is to praise God, the giver of all grace,
God, whose mercies are bestowed on the evil and the good.
Makes his sun on sinners rise, showers his blessings from the skies.
Least of all thy creatures, we daily thy salvation see.
As by heavenly manna fed, through a world of dangers led.
For what we're about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen.
Happy birthday, Bella.
(Mother) Your birthday? Why didn't you tell us?
- Got the leather especially from London. - Matty!
- (Mother) Glad you had the money for it. - Feel how light they are. Doeskin, see.
Lovely and sott. 30 stitches to the inch.
- Oh, they're lovely. - Look at the shape of the toe.
- I see. - That's the latest thing.
Is it?
Thank you, Matty. Thank you.
Happy birthday, Bella. Many of them.
- Thank you. - You should've told me.
- Might've had a cake. - No, I didn't want no fuss.
(man) Let us sing hymn number 431.
"Love Divine, All Loves Excelling."
Saw you nodding off.
- Not true, Mother! - Giving your eyes a rest, were you?
What are you saying? Eh?
(gasps)
What you doing here?
- I followed you. - What for?
Are they yours?
Well...
- They live here. - They like you!
I just feed 'em.
My place, this one. Won't tell no one, will ya?
No.
- You like being alone, don't you? - It's all right. It's not my choosing.
It's always Pa and Jedd and Matty and Mother.
Nell used to come here sometimes.
Seems it's always the people we love is get taken away, isn't it?
That's God's will, that's what Ma says.
I think God's wrong, that's what I think.
- Do ya? - Sometimes.
What about you? You like being alone?
Not my choosing either.
Now this is what I call a welcome.
- There you are, lad. - Hello, Mother.
- All right, Sergeant? - All right.
Miss Ford, too. How is Miss Ford? Keeping fair to mid?
Midding very fair, I'd say. I like Ford's mid, Sarge, don't you?
It's a little more plush in the upholstery now, isn't it?
(Mother) Enough of that talk. You're not in the barracks.
No, very true, Mother, very true.
How's Squire Wyman's wheat doing? And the oats? How's the oats?
Uncommon well, Corporal. Wheat's as high as your eye.
We'll slap it down in no time with you, I reckon.
Me, Con, and Matty. And Miss Ford, don't forget we got her.
- You ever make a bond, Bella? - No.
No? Well, you'll have to learn before we start.
Come along with me and I'll show you how.
She's got better to do than go traipsing about with you.
Better? Something better than walking over to Wyman's with Corporal Wainwright?
Why, there's nothing better than that from here to Barrackpore.
Here, cop hold of that, Sergeant.
(groans)
Come on, Bella. You and me's off to make a bond.
(Mother) Don't leave her there all atternoon with your fool talk.
- What's that? - Huh? Medal?
Got it in the Afghan War.
They said it was for an act of bravery but..
it seemed like common sense to me at the time.
Here, hold on. I'll go first. Give you a hand over.
- Thank you. - All right?
Let's rest a moment, eh?
That's the color I like to see your face. It's better than you were that first night.
- You know what? - What?
You've got the prettiest eyes I ever saw.
I bet you tell all the girls that in Salisbury.
No, no. No.
Well, not all of them.
So have you let Con kiss you?
What about Matty?
So what about me, eh?
- How were that? Nice, weren't it? - You look as if you thought so.
Uh-huh.
Walk out with me tonight?
You know, I could tell you about...
about places and things you never even dreamed of.
- I'm not like the other two, you know. - Aren't you?
They don't know how to handle women.
- And you do? - Oh, yeah.
(men cheering and laughing)
Right, then. Who's next?
(man) All the money on him.
- He's doing all right, ain't he? - Aye.
All right, all right, lads.
And the loser has to pay for drinks all round as well, right?
(cheer)
For the whole pub?
- If you're willing. - Arch.
Arch? What kind of name is that, then?
That's mine.
All right. Done, eh?
Your pocket as big as your mouth, then, is it, Arch, eh?
All right, Pa. Leave it, eh?
Needed a bit of spin, that one, eh?
- Fancies himself, does that one. - No, he's right.
- Bit of spin would've helped. - A bit of hush for the players, eh?
If you please.
You'll be able to give up rent collecting at this rate, Arch.
Rent collector, eh? That what you are?
Eh, I'm talking to you.
Had a bit too much spin, that one, I'd say, wouldn't you?
- Yes, I'm a rent collector. - You're not from here.
No, he's from Celbridge. Only it ain't too safe for him to go drinking down there.
What do you do if the poor buggers can't pay up?
- Throw 'em out in the street, do you? - Leave it, Dad, eh?
- Just play the game. - I should have that shot again.
- What are you talking about? - Why don't you let him play...
Billy, Billy, just leave it, now. Leave it.
- Let's get on with the game, then. - (man) Go on, Jedd.
- Head down, boy. - Go on, Jedd.
Put it away, Jedd.
(men) Yes!
- (men) Yeah! - Yes!
OK.
Landlord? Drinks all around.
That's all right. Go on. I'll buy 'em.
What are you having, eh?
- I do believe I'll have a brandy. - Yeah?
Oh, and since you're buying, make it a large one, will ya?
Small one for me, Corporal. I know my limitations.
(indistinct singing)
(Arch) Whoa there.
- You're disgraceful. - Mother.
Neither of you will be setting foot in this house tonight.
(Arch jeers)
No room at the inn, is it, Mr. Wainwright?
- (drunken yell) - Hey, hey, that's enough of that.
(yells)
- Mother! - (Jedd) We'll go round the back.
(Ben) My house!
Bella! Bella.
Open the door. Come on, we gotta be up at dawn.
Be sensible, eh?
(bellows)
All right, all right, come on.
Go on.
- Bella. Bella. Bella. - Come to bed.
- I'll be all right. - No, go upstairs.
I'll be back this way again soon.
- I'll be having that back off you. - Oh, yeah. You can try for it.
- Good night. - Good night.
You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
And a very good night to you, too, missus.
(Ben mumbles)
Back home now.
We're celebrating, you know.
- Good night, then. - Good night, then.
- You all right? You gonna kip down here? - Yeah.
Bella, Bella, Bella...
No kiss, eh?
Hey. One more.
You stink of beer.
Good night, Con.
Night, Matty.
That's my girl. All right. Let's get our heads down for a few hours, eh?
I tell you what. A cup of tea at half past three might be nice.
Four sugars, mind.
(Matty) I hope you're pleased with yourself.
(Jedd) And why not? Where's the harm in a good evening?
You should try it yourself sometime. You could do with cheering up.
- You're bloody miserable. - We live here all the year around.
(Jedd) Day in the fields, he'll be right as rain.
(Matty) He'll be like that for weeks. He's not been like this since Christmas.
(Jedd) Stop moaning. Go on. Go to bed.
(man) It's a nice, bright day.
(man #2) Aye. Long as the milk don't turn.
- Morning! Started well? - Morning, squire.
- (man) Morning. - Morning.
Clear day. All appearance on it for tomorrow too.
Let's hope so. Come on, Kitty.
We ought to go on and do 40 acre atter we done Wyman's piece.
(man) Won't finish Wyman's unless you put your fat into it, Peter.
(sneezes)
- Thirsty work, miss. - Always is.
Bella.
(laughs)
You gotta get your knee on it.
And get your hand down. Tight, like this, see?
- And round it under. - I'm buck-fisted, that's all.
You just gotta be quick and get it tight. Nip it under.
You'll be all right.
How's it feel to do some real work for a change, Corporal?
You don't know the meaning of real work. How could ya?
You've never been outside Addisford, have you?
(Mother) Blimey, you're like a lot of pigs on straw.
Reckon some of you'd lay here till fools' noon if anybody'd let you.
I'd bring a bed with me tomorrow if I were you, my lady.
(Bella) My head went round, that's all.
(Mother) It wouldn't go round so much if folks wasn't always trying to turn it.
Come on. Back to work.
(Jedd) Bella, fancy you might be a bit more comfortable over here with me.
- (Bella) I'm comfortable as I am. - You don't look comfortable.
Well, I'm perfectly happy, thank you, Jedd.
- You can't keep your eyes open. - (Con) Leave her alone, Jedd.
- Five minutes, you'll be right as rain. - Put her down.
Put me down, Jedd. I'm not sleepy. Stop it.
Can't you hear what she says?
- (Jedd) Want some water? - (Bella) I'm not thirsty.
- She ain't thirsty. - Don't get it over your collar, eh?
- Go on, have a sip. - I said I'm not thirsty.
- Please yourself. - She ain't bloody thirsty!
- Don't you ever bloody listen? - Come on, then. Fight for your life.
Go on!
Come on!
(Bella) Con, stop it!
You're gonna hurt somebody in a minute.
(Bella) Stop it!
Come on, Mr. Big Cavalry Man! Come on, son!
Wanna go? Have a go. Come on!
- (Bella) Stop it! - All right. Go on, then!
Let's have a brawl!
Go on. He's mad. Look at him. He's foaming!
I'll cut your head off and show it to you.
Now shall I slit your gizzard, you buck-fisted mad-brain? Shall I?
I should smash in your big head! Either that or I'll knock it through your eye!
- Mother! - Go on! Go on!
Go on, Mother! Slay him alive!
I ain't laughing! I'm cursed if I see anything to laugh at.
- All right, Mother, calm down. - Go on!
Go on, get back to work, all of you. And you!
Top off their tankards. Welcome to the harvest home.
Thank you all sincerely for your hard work.
Still up, Mrs. Newton? Another one this year?
- You'll be missing Ned. - I certainly will, squire.
Thank you all. Eat up, drink up, enjoy yourselves, you've earned it.
You'll be courting this time next year.
- Excellent work, Mitchell, Mrs. Mitchell. - Lovely spread, squire.
Some hoppers brought forth a hundredfold Mr. Wyman. Some only 30-fold.
- It's the spirit that's all-important. - That is true. The Holy Spirit.
- Have you had enough? - I'm fit to bust, thank you.
Are you? You might starve all winter.
Everyone's near bursting come harvest home, isn't that right?
You've obviously been enjoying yourself tonight, Wainwright. Tom!
- Ben. Stop it. - You look pretty as a picture tonight.
- You ever had your photograph taken? - Not as I remember.
We'll go to the photographer's at Celbridge on my way back to the barracks.
Good idea. We got our photographs taken. Why not one of our Bella?
- It's a long way to Celbridge, isn't it? - Only 20 minutes on the train.
- You've never been to Celbridge? - No.
It's a grand place.
- Shouldn't miss it, should she? - Not if you say so.
It's all settled then, eh? We'll go over there, have a grand time.
- Give me some more of that. - I'd like to dance with you later on.
- Would you? - Yes. Yes, I would.
I can't dance.
(Matty) You could if you could be bothered.
(Jedd) Come on, Bella!
(Bella gasping)
- You want to do the next one? - One more.
- It's a waltz, I'd say. - My turn, Jedd.
All right. If the lady pleases, eh?
- All right, Silas? You enjoying yourself? - I am.
Bella, I've decided. I'm going to London in a couple of days.
- Have you told your ma? - I haven't told anyone yet.
- Then why are you telling me? - I wondered...
Would you come with me?
- What? - Would you?
- Just like that? Just the two of us? - I'll take care of you.
- I ask nothing in return. - No.
No, I'd not walk out like that. Your ma and pa have been good to me.
- Excuse me, Matty, please. - What?
- I'd like to come in. - Wait till the end of the dance.
- Mother, fancy a dance? - Don't be datt.
- Go on. They'll do a nice, fast one next. - Dancing with you?
Go on. You sit here much longer, you're gonna put down roots.
- Thank you. - What's that?
- Come on, Con. - What's going on, Kate?
- I'll show you what to do. I'll show you. - I can't do this.
- I'll show you what to do. - (fiddle)
(Jedd) That's the way, Mother!
- Ow! - Christ! I'm sorry. You all right?
Hey, Mother, he's trod upon her. Crippled for life now, I expect.
- What's it like dancing with a carthorse? - Now, you stop that, Jedd. Come on!
- I'm sorry, Bella. - Not as sorry as I am.
I'd never danced at harvest before. Not as easy as it looks.
- You can learn. - No.
- I'll teach you if you like. - What, you'd risk it?
- Careful. - Long as you take off your boots.
Can you sit yourself down there? Steady. All right.
- (sighs) - You tired?
- My hands hurt. - Yeah. Let's see.
That's bonding that does that.
- You tired? - Not really.
You frightened me out there in the fields.
Well, he wouldn't leave you alone.
He was just larking about.
- He was. He was just larking. - No, he weren't larking.
He weren't larking. You don't know Jed. He knew what he was doing.
- He always does. - Con, I don't want you fighting over me.
- I wasn't fighting over you. - Well, that's what it looks like.
And I'm living under your ma and pa's roof.
I wasn't fighting over you. Jedd, see? He don't listen to me.
I'm used to it, but he wasn't listening to you, and that's not right.
When our Nell, my sister, died,
she looked like she was very frightened at the end.
And I asked if we could read the Noah story at her funeral.
See, Nell's favorite story was the one about...
Noah and the rainbow and...
and how the rainbow's a sign not to be scared or nothing.
But Jedd said no.
"Pa wants Psalm 23."
"And besides, it's more appropriate."
But, see, I know Nell would like that story, the Noah story.
They didn't listen. Jedd weren't listening to me.
He got crosser and crosser and the crosser he got, the more you laughed.
That was your fault, pulling all them faces at me behind his back.
Better be on me way, then.
- I'll walk to the station with you. - No. No, no, no.
I'm up for a fine welcome, but never a goodbye.
Can't abide it. Never could.
So...
Come and see me down in Salisbury?
No. I'll see you when you come back at Christmastime.
- Well, it was worth a try, eh? - You! Goodbye, Jedd.
- Goodbye, then. - No, no. Never say goodbye, eh?
It's too... well, final.
I'll send you on a photograph just as soon as they arrive.
- If they do arrive. - (Bella laughs)
Everything's got to go! Live chicken, madam?
No, thank you.
(women laughing)
(woman) Flowers! Fresh cut!
(man whistling)
(man) Good morning.
(man) Come on, dear, out you come now. That's a good girl.
Hello!
Pretty.
(man) You all right, then, Sam?
Hello? Hello, hello!
- (woman) There you are! - How's my little angel?
- She all right this morning? - She's all right.
We'll go and see Mr. and Mrs. Goose, shall we?
- You fed the goose this morning? - No. No eggs, neither.
No eggs? That's not very good, is it?
We'll have to wring their necks and have them for supper.
My beautiful little angel. Nice, rosy cheeks.
You been out in the fresh air this morning, have you?
Arch!
- Arch, mind you keep her warm. - I'll keep her warm!
- And why are you so late? - What?
- You're always nagging me, you are. - I'm not nagging. You're always late!
You always nag me. You're not pleased to see me.
- Have you paid Mr. Thompson's bill yet? - I paid that last week.
- I saw Mrs. Thompson and... - She don't know nothing about it.
I paid him, not her.
Believe me for once, eh?
I worry about you. You say you'll come home and you don't come home.
There's no need. Atter a hard day, I just want a bit of peace and quiet.
I just worry, that's all.
Why are you going back inside?
Here we are, just up here.
You all right, son?
Now that the harvest is done, it's time I was going.
- I think you should wait. - I made up my mind.
- Evening, Mrs. Wainwright. - Evening.
Matty.
You see Jedd away all right, did you?
Yes, I did.
I don't want to cause no trouble here.
Maybe not, but you're a bit of a one for it all the same.
No. I've done nothing as it seems.
- That makes everything all right? - No.
Setting brother against brother would be seen as causing trouble in anyone's book.
One of my sons might have died in that cornfield.
You think about that before you count yourself innocent of all blame.
I have thought about it.
Bella not back yet?
Ma?
She's gone.
What?
Packed her bags and gone.
- No, she can't, she got no money. - She has enough.
Watch where you're going!
Ma says you're leaving.
- Why? - I have to.
No. No. Look, I won't fight with Jedd no more, I promise.
- It's not just that. - It won't happen again.
- You don't know me, Con. - No. No, I...
- I know... - No, you don't...
You know nothing about me. I've been with a man!
I had his baby when I was coming here.
It died. It died and I buried it in a hole like an animal, that's what I done.
He said he'd come back and he never did.
Did... did you love him?
Yes, I did.
Then you've done nothing wrong.
Do you still love him?
- Do you still love him? - I have a different life now.
- So have I. - (conductor) Addisford! Addisford.
Don't go. Do you wanna go?
- No. - Then stay.
What happened, it doesn't matter to me.
- What if it matters one day? - It never will.
I love you.
(door opens)
I'd like to stay.
So I see.
If that's all right with you.
It's what I want, Ma.
You always do what you want. So I won't waste my breath.
Right.
That's settled, then.
We'll have no more talk on it.
Ma?
- I'll not say a word. - Good.
- Good morning. - Morning.
- We'd better get on and say grace. - (Ben) Waiting for Matty, as usual.
He's gone.
Huh?
To London.
It's the best thing for him. Progress, that's what Matty's atter.
Progress. Yeah, I suppose that's what we all want, yeah?
We gonna have this breakfast this morning or not?
- (Bella squeals) - I'm gonna get you!
- (Bella) All right. - (Con) What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - One, two, one, two, three...
That's it. One, two, three. That's it.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.
- Who learned you to dance? - My ma.
- Did she? - She loved dancing.
One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three.
- One, two, three. One, two, three. - That was nice.
(waltz)
(folk)
That was great, huh?
- I have a new hat. - That'll be nice.
- He'll love me in that hat. - I'll bet he will!
- I saw Violet yesterday. - Did you?
(whistling)
Hello.
You're as beautiful as ever.
So... how've you been?
I have to go. Excuse me.
Stay!
Let's just talk for a minute, eh?
Still got the prettiest eyes I ever did see. I never did forget your eyes.
You know, I came over to Selmouth a couple months back.
Did you?
They told me you'd gone.
Are you living here now?
No.
- Where, then? - Addisford.
Where you said you lived.
- I live in Celbridge. - I know. I saw you there.
Well, no, I was at Addisford for a time. I get all over the place with my work.
You lied to me.
Addisford, eh? Say, you've got a fair there next weekend, haven't you?
- I'll probably see you there. - You lied.
Keep still. You've got a hair in your eye.
Keep still.
I took Mother to the fair that summer we were courting.
Once was enough.
There she was, all dressed up. I took her on the merry-go-round.
Ben...
Anyway, she'd had too many cockles, you see.
There she was, very proper, up and down, up and down, round and round.
That'll do.
Anyway, she brought it all up, you see. I was all right, I was upwind of her.
- Everyone else was splattered! - Not at the table.
You haven't been able to look at another cockle since, have you?
Ben, I said, that's enough.
- (Mother) Watch what you're doing. - Right.
Now seems as good a time as any.
(Ben) For what? Eh?
Come on, then. You got something to say, spit it out.
Bella Ford, will you marry me?
I don't care what anyone says.
Bella, will you marry me?
Will you?
- Yes, I will. - Yeah?
- (Ben) What's been going on? - Yes.
So why didn't you tell me, eh?
- Why didn't you tell me? - I never knew I was gonna ask.
Congratulations, love. Yeah.
Ah, come on, Mother, come on. Give them your blessing. Come on.
Mother...
You! Why'd you have to ask me like that, in front of Ma?
'Cause I made up my mind I couldn't wait. I had to do it.
You're meant to get down on one knee and ask me all romantic-like.
All right. Bella...
- Miss Bella Ford, will you marry me? - (laughs) No!
Go on, you bloody better.
Walter, Sally, may I present my fiancée, Miss Bella Ford.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Thanks, Walter.
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
- I'm getting married, can you believe it? - Stop it. You're making me feel foolish.
Sorry. Once I get something in my head, I got to do it. I'm always like that.
I remember once, when I was little, I was in chapel one Sunday.
There was this old boy preaching, Ben Masters.
He had this big beard like Moses and he'd fix you with his eye
till you thought he was God himself.
On one Sunday, all of a sudden he started shouting:
"Has anybody here seen Jesus? Has anybody here seen Jesus?"
He looked straight at me.
I was angry because I thought, what a stupid question.
And I stood up and I shouted back as loud as I could:
"No! No! Course we ain't! He's dead, ain't he?"
I got out my pew and I ran down the back of the chapel
and I opened the door and I ran and I ran until I couldn't run no more.
There's one of Ben Masters' old disciples. Mitchy!
- Mr. Mitchell, if you don't mind. - Atternoon.
I've got something to announce.
Me and Bella here, who you know, we're getting wed.
Well, now! Congratulations to the pair of you!
I'm so pleased for you.
Like I said to the wife on our wedding day...
- Good atternoon. - Goodbye.
I never thought he'd end up with her.
- Spoiled, that one. - She might be just the girl for him.
(men singing)
- Hey, boys. Mind the lines, eh? - Sorry, mister.
- (Con) Any luck? - (Billy) Not much.
(Con) I reckon it's too hot. What are you using?
- Maggots. - Maggots. Try caddis.
Sometimes they'll go for caddis when it's hot.
I know my fishing, see?
Nosy bugger.
Aw.
Look at that, Billy. Isn't that romantic?
(Bella) So you're a fisherman, are you?
(Bella) I think you've had too much cider, that's what I think.
Con. Con! Where are you going?
Con, turn the boat around.
- You want to try? - Come on.
You're splashing me. Stop it!
Hey, hey, hey! Watch out for the line, eh?
(Con) I'm nowhere near your line.
Hello, Bella. Told you I'd see you, didn't l?
I like the hat.
- Who's that? - Nobody.
You having a good time of it, eh?
- What do you want? - A word with an old friend, that's all.
Hey, Bella?
- It's him, isn't it, Bella? - Let's go home.
Seems you don't want to know me any more.
Come on, Bella, eh? Give us a smile. Come on.
My hat!
She never got wet when she came out with me.
- Leave it. - We can't leave it, it's your hat.
What have we here, then?
Is this what you're atter, eh? A bit wet.
- Just give me the hat. - This one? You want this one?
- No, this is my hat. - Just give me the hat.
Which one do you want, this one? You want this one?
- Which one do you want, eh? - You know which hat I want.
Do ya, do ya, do ya?
Sorry.
- (Arch) Go on, then. - (Bella) Careful, now.
- Go on. - Con, please.
Go on. Go on.
Con!
(Arch laughing)
Here, take my hand.
- (Bella) Are you all right? - (Arch) Come on, then.
Let's get you out of there, eh?
No! Stop it!
Con! Stop it!
No! Con! Stop it!
(man whistling "Greensleeves")
Arch?
Jesus!
- We should... we should go home. - We can't go home.
We were seen.
- (Bella) We have to get away. - Yeah, but away where?
Don't know, but away from here.
Come on.
Private land, miss. What you doing here?
- Nothing. - We got lost.
Go on. Get away with you.
Go on, get out of here.
Be off with you. Go on, be off with you.
- Must be 30 miles to Selmouth. - You can do it. I've done it before.
What have I done?
(Con) What have I done?
I'm sorry.
(Bella) Come here.
- (Con) I'm frightened. - Shh. lt'll be all right.
I love you.
- (man) Muster all hands. - (man #2) I finished, sir.
- (man) Get alott, then. - Aye, aye, sir.
- That's him. - Are you sure?
Come on.
Evening.
- Evening. - Evening.
Bella. I haven't seen you for such a long time.
(inaudible)
He's leaving for Dublin in an hour.
- An hour. - We'll be all right.
- You should eat something. - I'm not hungry.
Come on. Come on.
I say, excuse me?
It's Bella, isn't it? You used to work here last summer, didn't you?
- Yes. - It's good to see you again.
- Don't you remember me? - Oh, yes. How are you?
I'm well. Won't you...?
Oh, no, thank you, I'm with someone.
Excuse me.
(man) Watch it or you'll end up like that bloke in the paper.
They say his face was that smashed you could hardly recognize him.
- (man #2) Poor fellow. - Terrible business.
- You know him? - So did you too, if you think about it.
How did I know him?
He came down for the fishing last summer.
- I don't remember. - He was a tall fellow. Black hair.
Used to like joking. I saw him again up Celbridge way.
He and his wife brought their nipper over for a Christmas party.
Did you know that he had a wife and child?
I did. Atter.
Thank you.
Con, look at me.
Do you love me?
You know I do.
Then stay with me. Stay with me.
(laughing)
The missus and I like a few mackerel.
Just the job.
Bella.
I'm all ready to go.
Oh, yeah, we can get you to Dublin, no problem.
Con. Con. Con!
What is it?
- I'll not be going. - lt'll be all right. We're leaving now.
- You can't trust me. - But I do!
- You can't... - But I do. Why not?
Because I can't trust myself.
- Once we leave here, it'll be all right. - No.
- Things will be different then. - No, they won't.
- He's leaving now... - I'm not going with you.
I'm turning myself in.
- I can't live with it. - That's not right.
- Sorry. - That's not right, Con.
- I'm sorry. - No.
I'm sorry, Bella.
- Come here. Come here. - No.
- I'm going. - That's not... No!
- Come here. - Con, let go.
- Come here. - No. You're not doing that to me.
- Say goodbye to me. - No. No.
- No, you're not leaving me. - I'm not going with you.
- I'm turning myself in. - Why? Why?
- 'Cause I can't live with it. - You can't do that to me.
- Say goodbye to me. Say goodbye. - No. No.
- I'm going now. I'm going now. - No.
- I'm going. - Don't do this to me.
- Don't do this to me, please. - Say goodbye to me. Say goodbye.
(Con) I love you.
You can't do this to me.
(screaming)
Damn you! Damn you!
Leave her be! Leave her be! Leave her alone.
For God's sake, leave her alone. Leave her alone.
Come along, miss. Come along now.
So you're leaving tomorrow for Dublin? Before eight?
- Yes. - Good.
Did you see Ma, Pa and Matty earlier?
No.
- Matty's doing well. - Is he?
Looks like it.
Fancy coat.
I reckon London suits him fine.
- I thought... - I...
- What? - What?
I can't remember what I was gonna say.
I walked by the river yesterday. It was cold.
- Was it? - First frost last night.
- Freezing in here. - It is, isn't it?
- It is cold, isn't it? - Yes.
- I thought it was just me. - No, it's cold.
You have to finish up now, Con.
Just a bit... another minute, Tom. Just a bit longer. A little bit longer, eh?
You all right?
Good.
All right, then.
- Now, come on. Come on now. - (Con moans)
Easy there, now. Easy.
(Con sobs)
(sobs)
Easy, now.
(inaudible)
(gasping)
(man) Keep it forward!
Let go of the hull!