Rosy.
- Hello, Charles. - Hello, Rose.
Where've you been, Rose?
What's happened, Rosy?
- Princess took a fall. - Rose, no.
I'm fine. I'll just change.
It was my own fault, really.
I put her at a ditch she wasn't up to, and...
she lay on my leg and wouldn't get up.
- Your leg, darling? Let me have a look. - It's nothing at all.
- If you're sure. - I'm certain sure. It's nothing.
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But she wouldn't get up for anything.
Do you know who came to get me out of it?
That new English officer.
- Major Doryan? - Aye, him.
He came and got her up.
Well, that was lucky.
- What have you been doing? - Waiting for you.
You mustn't worry about me, darling. I can ride.
You can ride Champion, surely. But the mare's not properly broke, Rose.
Rose, she's not properly broke.
Well, Major what's-his-name did say he'd help me.
- With the horse? - Aye.
But, I don't suppose he meant it.
- He looks a man of his word to me. - Does he, Charles?
Seems like a fine young fellow all around.
You always think the best of people, don't you?
Why not?
Well, we'll see.
- Could you eat some supper? - I could have a go at it, yes.
Rose?
Yes?
You'd never be unfaithful to me, would you?
Charles.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.
No, that's a rotten question for a man to ask his wife.
Sir, what's that there?
What's that?
Well, that's not the cuttlefish that I told you to look for.
That's for a start. That is an insulator.
Aye, an insulator, that is.
Probably off a German battleship.
I'm sure there's no German battleships coming here, sir.
- You don't know, there might be. - No, Timmy's right.
Now, tell me this.
Why is there so much stuff around Killins Bay?
It's a tide... Tidal eddy around the head.
Tidal eddy. Very good, Tim. Good.
All right, come on, now. Go on looking.
The tide's going down. Go on, hurry up.
Go on, Kathleen. Off with the others.
You never know, you might find a diamond tiara.
Sir, sir.
Aye, that's a cuttlefish.
- Good lad. - I'll try and find a bigger one.
You do that, Tim.
Come on.
What is it, sir?
No, it's nothing. Nothing. 'Tis all right, Kathy.
Come on.
Time we had lunch. We're eating at Barrow.
It's a long way to Barrow, sir.
Step off, then. That's where we're eating.
Tide's coming in, sir.
So it is.
Hey, would you look at Michael?
Michael.
It's the Major.
Hey, Tom, will you have a look at this?
He's getting worse, you know.
Michael, let's have a look at your V.C.
- How many Germans did you kill, Michael? - All right.
All right, very entertaining.
Michael, you're a perfect fool.
You ask for trouble. Come on, now, take the foolish things off.
Michael, take them off, now. Come on.
Michael!
What's eating him?
- What've you been doing? - Don't know, Father.
We've not done anything.
Come on now, Michael. What're you up to?
Let go!
Michael, let go, or I'll hit you.
Michael, darling, let go.
Major, darling, let me touch your V.C.
You see, my husband hasn't got one.
Well?
Well.
What was the meaning of that pantomime?
I don't know.
- Where have you been? - Riding...
- with Major Doryan. - You're bold as brass.
You think that's a suitable connection for a decent Irish wife?
I think that is for my husband to say, Father Hugh.
- You've told him, have you? - Yes.
Yes, you would.
Your husband would say anything you wanted, pretty well...
because he loves you sorely, doesn't he?
- Yes, he does. - Have you nothing to say to me?
- What should I have to say to you? - You could say:
"Father Hugh, there's nothing between me and Major Doryan. "
- There isn't. - Say it, then.
There is nothing between me and Major Doryan.
Look at me, Rosy.
Oh, child, what a face.
- Rose, tell me now. - What?
You'll have to tell it in confessional, you little fool.
I don't have to come...
- to the confessional. - Child!
Child?
- Father. - Hello, then.
Rosy...
was there something?
No, I just...
- Will you take the prayers, then? - Aye.
"Our Father...
"who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.
"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done...
"on Earth as it is in heaven.
"Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses...
"as we forgive those who trespass against us.
"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. "
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.
All right, children, off with you.
Thank you, Father. Good day.
Glad to help, Charles.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
No, I don't think so.
Well, I'll be off home, too, then.
- You're late. - I took them for a nature walk.
Up Brandon?
Along the shore.
- For cuttlefish? - Aye.
For cuttlefish.
If you'd come up Brandon, we might have seen you.
Why?
- Did you go to Brandon? - Aye.
I got some heather.
So you did.
You haven't been to the beach, then?
No.
Oh, well.
- It's nice up Brandon. - Aye, it's grand.
Is something the matter?
I don't know, Rose. Is there?
There's nothing the matter with me.
Nothing's the matter, then.
And the jam, and the...
The jam...
and the soap.
Maggie.
That'll be 18 pence.
Could it wait to the end of the week, missus?
Aye, to the end of the week. Not to the crack of doom.
Thank you.
- What was it, then? - I want a dishcloth, please.
- I've none. - Oh.
Then I'll just take some potatoes. Five pound.
I've no potatoes, either.
What's them, then?
Aye, them.
They're gone. I've no potatoes.
Oh, I... I see.
The way I see it, Mrs. Kenyon, there's loose women and there's whores...
and then there's British soldiers' whores.
- Coming up fast, Father. - Aye.
Will you look at those things?
You'd think they was announcing the coming of Christ.
- Off you go! - Right.
Put her down!
Slowly does it.
All right, now! That's it. Come on, Joe, there's a good lad.
Come on, it's late.
All right. Come on, Sean.
Come on, Tom. You've got to go to sleep.
Go on. Good night!
Hello, Tom.
- You? What are you doing here? - Come on, now, Tom.
Phoenix Park, 1913.
Tim O'Leary.
Come on.
Right, lads.
Now, what do you usually do at this time, Tom?
- I go to bed. - Right.
This is Bernard. Go on up, lads.
- Paddy. - Paddy.
Sean.
Joseph, Peter...
Mr. O'Keefe.
- And you know Pat. - Which room?
At the back.
But, Commandant, sir, what's happening?
Guns, is it?
- That's right, Tom. German guns. - German?
Dynamite, grenades. All the stuff the movement needs.
We tried to launch the boat...
- You must get to them somehow, then. - We can't.
But Sean here says there's a good chance some of it will break away and come to us.
- Float in? - You're on to it.
But, if it does, we won't know where.
You can't see the nose on your face out there now.
So we'll wait till daylight.
- Absolute madness. - Will you shut up?
Tom...
if it's to be done in daylight, it's to be done quick.
So we must have some fellows, say a dozen...
good, strong fellows, and that's where you come in.
- What if it don't break away? - Exactly.
Then we'll wait one hour and go without it.
One hour, Tom...
and 12 strong men. That's all I'm asking.
Can you do it?
I could rout out a dozen, yes.
- Do you want them now? - Not at all.
The later they know we're here, the better.
You let them lie till nearer morning.
Can you find us something to eat? It's gonna be a long night.
Paddy, Tom.
Take the Constable his breakfast.
Jesus and Mary, what a night.
Now, do not make one sound, Constable.
Right. You.
Fat guts, get the handcuffs.
- Where are they? - In the cupboard.
Turn around.
- I'm acting under duress. - Shut up.
Put them on him.
Open your mouth, Constable.
Is that a telephone line?
Cut it.
Oh, God.
Why have you done this to me?
Hello?
This is Ryan.
- Did you cut the wire? - I did.
You're doing well, Tom.
- Where's the Constable? - In the cellar.
We can put a bullet in him if you like.
Constable... No!
- Then get your men. - Aye, Commandant.
Right.
They've gone!
Busted loose!
It's no good, Commandant!
Why don't you get up out of it while you can?
Tim!
- Hey, are you Tim O'Leary? - Yes, son, yes.
Father, what the hell have you done this for?
I didn't, they did!
Well, do you know what you're doing?
- Do you know what we've come for? - Aye.
- Have you got it? - Well, look.
- T'will be on the slabs. - Where?
The slabs!
Tim!
Come on.
Yes, Kathy?
- Aren't you coming to the beach, sir? - The beach?
Everyone's at the beach.
- And why is everyone at the beach? - I don't know, sir. I think it's a wreck.
A wreck?
Now, that's enough, Tom. You're not as young as you used to be.
Aye, come on!
Oh, God.
Pull!
Right, up you get. You, too, Father. Up. Keep it going.
That's right, darling.
That's right.
Hey!
Dynamite.
What are you doing here?
- Why shouldn't I be? - Why?
Thank you, ma'am.
You know, we made speeches about these people...
but, by God...
Thanks. You're a man!
Come on, then!
One!
Two!
Three!
Sean?
- I must take a chance. - Aye.
Good luck.
Thank you. Get down, please.
- Sergeant? - Sir.
You, here. You.
No. No trouble now, for your own sakes.
O'Leary.
That thing could kill a lot of people, Major.
Sir?
No.
Go on. Run, Tim!
Run, Tim.
Make it, Tim. Come on!
- Run. - O'Leary!
Sir.
- No! - No!
- Murderer! - Don't shoot.
What's wrong with the bastard?
Boo!
Shoot that slut, Shaughnessy.
Careful, man.
My God, they're a well-matched pair.
All right, sir?
- Got a cigarette? - Yes, sir.
Is there anything you want?
Cigarette.
- Anything else? - Yes.
Get out of my country.
God bless you, Tim O'Leary!
What are they going to do with them boys, Father?
They'll hang them, dear.
They'll hang them.
Bastard!
Get out!
You're very kind to me today.
Am I?
Yes. Why?
Am I not usually kind to you?
Yes, you are. Always.
Charles, do you know or not?
I know.
- Since when? - The beginning.
Don't lower your head, Rose.
Why didn't you speak?
I should have, shouldn't I?
I don't know.
It was easier not to, I suppose. I didn't want to know, you know.
And then I thought, if I let you burn it out, the pair of you...
you'd perhaps come back to me.
Charles?
Mr. Shaughnessy has been called away, so I'm taking class.
What's the first lesson today, Danny?
- Danny? - My father says not to speak to you, miss.
- It's right then, he's not here? - No.
I don't know where he is.
- You mean he's gone off? - Yes.
When?
Last night.
You had a row?
I wasn't here.
Where were you?
Oh, I see.
There's nothing I can do tonight, I'll find him in the morning.
- If he turns up, you'll tell me. - Father?
You'd better take his clothes.
His clothes?
He was in bed?
Yes.
You left his bed and went to...
Rose.
Oh, Rose.
Come on, this isn't a picnic.
All right, Corp, but there's nothing here.
He's got something there, sir.
Padre.
Good morning, padre.
I'm sorry, but what is it you have there, please?
A man's clothes.
I see.
- And where are you taking them, Father? - To the man.
Come on, padre. I don't suppose you mean any harm...
but after the other day, we've got to be careful. What man?
A man whose wife went off two nights back with her fancy fellow.
And a man I've been looking for since dawn today.
- A man- - Excuse me, sir.
A man who must be half out of his mind to have gone off as he did, barefoot.
That's right. Charles Shaughnessy.
I think we're finished here, sir.
Very well.
- Hello, Charles. - Hello, Father.
I've brought your clothes.
Thanks, Father. I was wondering how I should get home.
- And something to drink. - Thanks.
- Yourself? - Aye, I will.
- You seem all right, man. - Aye, more or less.
Well, I'll get dressed now.
Michael.
He'll be after catching a few flounders.
So, what have you been doing down here, Charles?
Oh, thinking.
About Rosy?
About myself, mostly.
Thanks for the clothes. You're a man in a million, Father Hugh.
The children haven't come today, then?
No.
Rose, I have something to say to you. Come in.
Sit down, will you?
Rose, I thought I could stand by and let you two burn it out, like I said.
But I find I can't.
I'm not sure I ought to have tried, but anyway, I can't.
So I'm going to leave you.
- Very well. - Sit still a minute, Rose.
What about you? You and him?
- Nothing. - What do you mean, nothing?
It's over.
Was that because I went and stayed away?
No.
It's over.
- Have you told him? - No.
He doesn't know, then?
Yes, he knows.
How?
He must.
You're as close as that, are you?
We were, yes.
Rose, you must tell me the truth.
Do you think you're ever gonna forget him?
Of course not.
He'd be like a ghost about the place.
Rose, am I right?
Yes, you're right.
It's busted, Charles.
I busted it.
Now, have you thought what to do?
- No. - Well, I have.
I don't think either of us can stay in this village any longer.
No.
It's time I moved on anyway. And you were never worse suited here.
I've reckoned up, I've got about 200 pounds.
Take all this, without the gramophone, fetch another 50.
We'll split it down the middle.
I can't do it.
We're not enemies, Rose.
Stop that! There's to be none of that.
But why must it be Rosy?
Because she was fornicating with the fellow.
So, you're back, are you?
What is this? What do you want?
- Not you. - Well, then get out.
- Go on, get out. - Shut up, Shaughnessy.
We're waiting for her.
You.
You've been tried and found guilty. You're the informer.
- What? - Busting at the seams with innocence.
Joe, for God's sake, don't hurt her, Joe. Don't hurt her.
If she was a man, Mr. Ryan, she'd be shot.
- What is this? - Listen, numbskull.
Someone that morning went up to the camp...
and betrayed Tim O'Leary.
Now, who lives near enough? Who had time enough?
Who would? Who did?
That bitch you call your wife.
String her up!
But anyone could have, if anyone did. The whole village was abroad.
No. The village was down on the beach.
- Except you. - You came late.
- We came together. We spoke to no one. - You'd say that, of course.
Young Kathy was with us.
Young Kathy would say black was white if you told her.
Then anyone, anyone at all could've gone into the police station...
- and used the telephone. - That's where you're wrong.
They couldn't. Could they, Tom?
- No. - Why not?
Because Tom went in there himself and cut the wire.
Didn't you, Tom?
Well, you went in there yourself, didn't you?
- Yes. - And you cut the wire, didn't you?
Yes.
Well, what do you say now?
Nothing.
Take her out.
No, you're taking her nowhere.
Stop it!
- Informer. - There she is!
Hold him.
Take him by the hands.
Quiet! Get back!
Get back!
Do it.
Princess...
What is it?
There she is.
Look here, Father Hugh, the stripping of her was an accident.
Steady, Joe.
You're taking advantage of your cloth, Father Hugh.
- That's what it's for. - Come on, Joe.
It's not right. A priest is only a man.
Go on.
Go on, Michael, get off.
Get off out of it!
Hello.
Keep it.
What?
They really thought...
I was the one who betrayed that man.
Rose...
I don't for one moment suppose that anyone betrayed him.
Why should they? They just...
They just wanted it so, that's all. And they wanted it to be you, too.
For other reasons.
Truth was told, they envy you. They always have.
They've always had a rare, old contempt for me, too.
I tell you, I'm not for letting any of that lot know we've busted up.
We'll just keep up a front until I'm well and out of it.
What?
I don't know.
It just seemed funny, that's all.
Michael, give that to me.
All right, keep it.
I thought we were friends.
That one, too. Give it to me.
No! Look.
For Christ's sake, man, I'm not going to hurt you.
- It'll be the soldiers. - Soldiers?
Aye.
The beach was fairly littered with stuff. They'll be destroying it.
Oh, yes.
Come on, lads, pick them up.
What about my blisters, Corporal?
- Well, they're not mourning long. - No.
Does she think he killed himself deliberate?
She says...
I think he was a man who suffered, Father Hugh.
You love her sorely, don't you, Charles?
Yes.
- Ready, then? - Yes.
It's not all your doing, Rosy. I should not have married you.
No.
You can tell Father Hugh that we're parting if you like.
No.
- Rosy. - Father.
It'll be a fair day for the journey, yet, I think.
I hope so, yes.
Well, now, how shall we manage?
Margaret.
Come here, Margaret. Come here.
Kathy, come in.
Kathy, will I take the belt to you?
Take my arm.
A rousing sendoff.
We'll be out of it in five minutes.
Dad.
Goodbye, Dad.
Bye, princess.
I'm all right.
- Are you, darling? - Aye.
I'm looking forward to Dublin and that.
Really.
That's your mother speaking.
- Do you remember your mother, Rose? - A bit.
Do you, like...
- remember the rows? - Aye.
- I never raised a fist to her, Rose. - I know that, Dad.
You wouldn't hurt a fly if you could help it.
- I'll write to you. - And I'll write to you.
- Well, maybe. - No. I swear to God, Rose.
- I will write every... Every- - All right, Dad.
We'll both write regular.
Bye-bye.
Well, wait a minute, I must say goodbye to your husband.
You know, Rose...
when you married him, I thought you could have done a lot better.
Now I'm not so sure they come much better.
Would you tell him that?
It's not a thing one fellow can easily say to another.
Shaughnessy.
Mike.
Goodbye, Shaughnessy.
Goodbye, Mr. Ryan.
Are you all right for money, you two? I have a bit by me.
We're fine for money, Dad. Thanks. Goodbye.
Good luck.
- Get out and don't come back! - Get out!
Informer.
Bus will be here in a minute.
It's brightened for you, like I said.
Aye.
Grand day for a journey.
Sign of good luck.
Thanks.
Bus is coming.
You won't have an address in Dublin yet, I suppose.
No, Father, we...
I've wrote down here the name and address of a decent woman...
who'll ask six shillings a week for a dry room and a clean bed.
Six shillings, the pair of you.
You'll not do better than that, not in Dublin.
No, I don't suppose so.
Thanks, Father.
Bye, Michael.
I have a parting gift for you here, Rose.
It's supposed to be a fragment of St. Patrick's staff.
I don't suppose it is, though.
God bless you, child.
Come on, now. Come on, get on up.
I'll help you load up.
Thanks, Father. Thanks for a great many things.
Charles?
I think you have it in your mind that you and Rosy ought to part.
Yes, I thought as much.
Well, maybe you're right, maybe you ought, but I doubt it.
And that's my parting gift to you. That doubt.
God bless.
I don't know.
I don't know at all. Come on, Michael.
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