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OLDER FRANCIS: Rooting through books in my attic the other day,

in yet another attempt at a lasting cull,

I came across a school prize of my mother's:

an everyman edition ofWuthering Heights.

As I opened it, a photo fell out:

an artless box brownie picture of two giggling girls

in their school uniforms, my mother

and her two-years-younger sister, Vera.

Why that picture was in the book I cannot tell.

But the photo brought me back to the winter of '43 in Moybeg,

when Europe was aflame and when, had I but known it,

different fires were close to consuming my own settled life.

Rose!

Oh, my sweet sister.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Look at you.

All brown and freckled.

Welcome back, Vera.

My gorgeous Kate.

Oh, you're well again-- I'm so relieved.

Francis.

Or should I call you Frank now that you're so husky?

I mean, he's almost a man.

I have presents for you two later on.

Oh, Sally!

Sally!

Oh, what a terrible, terrible thing.

Och...

Och, Mrs. Curtis.

Oh, poor Sally.

But we're forgetting!

Where is she?

My own special girl?

Married and flitted, I'm sure.

Emma!

Emma Mary Coyne.

Auntie Vera!

Look at you!

Completely grown up.

And as pretty as a picture.

Come.

We younger girls need to talk at once.

Oh, I can't believe how much you've grown up in a year.

I mean, is it a year since I was here last?

Has to be more.

MICHAEL: Last November.

Remember it well.

EMMA: A year, Auntie Vera.

VERA: Stop!

Auntie Vera?

It's Vera, right?

Your ally. Your sister.

Your rival.

I bet you have the heads of all the young men in Moybeg

turned right around.

We are going to do so many wonderful things.

You're going to be my co-adventurer.

Not like your staid mother.

KATE: Mum, Mum.

Can we see the presents?

Just wait a moment, Kate.

But Francis and I...

Is a certain small person wondering

what's in the suitcase?

Kate.

Well, it would be wicked to keep that person waiting

a second longer.

MICHAEL: It's up in Francis's bedroom.

Here, I'll show you.

I'll head for the bar, get it redd up.

Oh, I can't wait to come out and help.

All those glorious men to look after.

Better not pick the one Mum tried to shoot.

Emma!

Wha...?

No idea. Come on.

Let's show you your bedroom.

Come on!

ROSE: Let's see if Auntie Vera's brought some...

She's back.

And I won't have an easy moment till she goes.

Dad.

Don't give her a hard time.

She's had a hard time.

Yeah, I know that, Emma.

But listen to her.

Young men.

Your rival?

Turning heads?

This is Moybeg, not Piccadilly.

Full of peepers and gropers and Hanlons.

Dad!

Dad, it's Auntie Vera, not Cleopatra.

Okay, maybe that was a rant.

But I dread her in the pub.

Look, I'm very fond of her, why wouldn't I,

she's Rose's sister.

But she's a loose cannon.

Her and drink don't mix.

Boy, does she make me nervous.

That's all I'm saying.

Wish I had an auntie that give me stuff.

Maybe your daddy will, when he comes.

Here.

I'll swap you these.

I opened one of them.

They're balloons.

I wouldn't swap my tank for some balloons.

Show them to Davey Hanlon.

He might want some balloons.

Och, Davey Hanlon would burst them.

Or rob them.

He robbed half a dozen bullets off me last week.

Bullets? Real bullets?

Aye.

And when I told him to give them back,

Mickey Joe said, "Give what back?"

They're all laughing and all this.

Snotters.

So I'm not showing it to them.

Could I have my tank back?

What tank?

[Seamie whooping]

[knocking]

Come in.

Bought you a present as well.

Really hard to get hold of these days, I can tell you.

Let me.

Now!

All the boys will be amazed.

Do you have a boyfriend?

[whispering]: You do!

[gasps]

Is he from Moybeg, a local?

He is not!

The boys here are terrible.

He's from Newtown.

Oh, gosh! Cosmopolitan!

And what does he do?

He's a doctor.

He willbe a doctor very soon.

Well, look at you.

This is a real boyfriend, to be taken seriously.

Does Rose know?

Yes... no.

She's met him.

But she doesn't know you're, you know...

And have you, you know?

Kissed him?

Lots.

I bet he's a good kisser.

So, Emma has a boyfriend.

What?

The doctor's son, Andrew.

That's in Emma's head, Vera.

She doesn't think so.

She's really set on him, and I think he sounds...

Entirely unsuitable and inappropriate.

He's 21, for starters-- she's 16.

Emma doesn't really know her own mind.

She was a very bookish child until a month ago.

Suddenly, she's a... [sighs] a red hot mama.

Which would be funny except she's naive,

despite the world-weary pose.

And I want her to have her childhood.

Rose, her childhood's over.

She's 16.

Don't remind me.

But she's a very young 16.

And he's a pretty smooth character.

I'm scared she's going to get hurt.

Or worse.

[engine rumbling]

Gosh!

Ladies.

Good morning.

Captain Dreyfuss.

Guilty as charged.

This is my sister, Vera.

How do you do?

Delighted.

Now, here's the thing, Vera.

I was on my way to ask Mrs. Coyne's husband

how things are progressing in the bar since our ban

on servicemen drinking there has been lifted.

Oh?

And you know, I thought,

I bet Mrs. Coyne can tell me just as well as he.

So I stopped.

To ask.

All good so far with our boys in the bar?

All good, Captain.

Michael is very happy-- relieved.

And the pub is so much cheerier

with all those young men in there.

VERA: Michael isn't the only one

who's happy about that.

Good, good.

There's something else I wanted to talk to you about,

Mrs. Coyne, about the schoolchildren.

Not now, of course, I won't interrupt your sisterly walk

but perhaps we could meet?

Uh, of course. Where?

The school?

It is about the schoolchildren.

I have the key,

so yes.

Tomorrow morning, say, 10:00?

That would be, uh, that suits rather well.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Coyne.

See you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Vera.

[car engine starting]

Oh, my gosh!

He is so gorgeous.

You know he's married, isn't he?

Not as far as I know.

Oh, well, that's your ugly sister sorted.

Vera.

Oh stop, Rose.

I'm not going to embarrass you.

But he is fabulous, isn't he?

You agree he's fabulous?

Go on, if you weren't married,

you'd have your little beady eyes on him.

I defy you to deny it.

Of course.

I'm quite fond of the old dear.

ANDREW: Well, I think he'll be pleased at that.

WOMAN: How will you know?

ANDREW: How can I know?

Oh, come on...

Dad's not that bad, is he?

[woman laughing]

Is he?

[Andrew laughing]

Come on, let's go inside.

[gasping]: Delicious stew!

You have everything here-- potatoes...

We're Irish, Vera.

Potatoes don't count.

Where's Emma?

Sally?

Uh, she's upstairs, Mrs. Coyne.

Francis, will you go and fetch her?

Tell her her lunch is getting cold.

No, let me.

Vera knows what's going on.

[knocking]

I'm guessing you cycled to Newtown

to the sophisticated Andrew and it didn't go too well.

Oh, Emma.

Don't take on so.

Let him know there's more fish in the sea.

I don't want any of the other fish.

Oh, Emma.

That's the whole point.

If you curl up, men just walk all over you.

If you let them know you don't care a bit,

they come running back.

Okay?

Come on, I think you have

to come downstairs for lunch.

[indistinct conversations]

Vera!

You're back, you girl, you.

I thought I might take a turn behind the bar.

Help you deal with this thriving hostelry you've got here.

NED: Well, my God!

You know I think you're even improved since the last visit.

And my only charge--

a gin and tonic?

NOCHES: Hallelujah! A barmaid!

HARPER: And a pretty damn cute one, at that.

Uh, sure, why don't we give it 15 minutes, hey, Vera?

Stout's fippence, half'un's sixpence.

There's the price list for the rest.

I'll have a half 'un.

No, no, let Vera Lynn pour it there for me.

Tastes better when you pour it, Vera.

[fire crackling]

Why were you sad?

At lunch?

It's nothing, Mum.

Bet Vera knows what it is.

Is my little girl telling secrets to her aunt

and not her Mum?

I have no secrets, Mum.

And I'm not little.

[sighs]

You gonna sing us a song, Vera?

The old guy says you got a voice like a skylark.

Gentlemen, please.

I'm working.

The landlord wouldn't approve of me deserting my post.

Ah, go on, Vera.

Sing us the one you sang last time you were here.

"The Old Bull and Bush."

♪ Come, come, come and lay eyes on me ♪

♪ Down by the Old Bull and Bush ♪

Ned, you rascal, you'll get me into trouble.

I'm sure Michael Coyne'll not get near you

if you sing on my knee.

And you can be practicin' for the ceili while you're at it.

Vera.

Maybe the children might like their aunt

to kiss them good night?

Oh?

I know Rose would love that.

Tuck them in, eh?

[men protesting]

[music playing]

[door opens]

So, how did it go?

How do you think it went?

It went the same way it always goes, Rose.

Your sister got drunk.

And I know she's got problems, and I'm happy to help,

but the pub is not the place for her to exorcise her demons.

There's fellas in there who haven't seen a woman in months.

So...

Where is Vera?

Eh?

Is she not here?

Oh, gosh.

No, she came back

an hour ago, and left again.

She said you asked her to come back out.

Would I, Rose?

She seemed... normal-ish.

What was I to say?

"Go to bed, my drunk sister.

"While there's still time.

"Before you make a show of yourself

and ruin my husband's night again."

Like that?

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Ned was egging her on about going to the ceili.

Christ!

[sighing]

[band playing dance music]

[music fades and echoes]

[laughing, music muffled]

NED: Aye, Michael Coyne...

you might come down off your high horse.

[Vera shrieks]

Michael.

Right then, Vera.

Time to go home.

[keys dropping]

[knocking]

Mrs. Coyne.

So, this is the kingdom?

Did you teach the girl who died?

Maisie.

Yes, poor thing.

So sad.

It's heartbreaking, devastated everyone.

I saw you comfort Nurse Zeigler.

Tillie was very saddened.

Tillie...

Nurse Zeigler was a great help.

She almost saved poor Maisie's life.

Yes.

I thought about you-- a lot--

since then, um...

About...

your daughter and her own brush with...

Yes, Kate is quite well again, thank the Lord.

And about you, the teacher, here in your school.

And it came to me,

what I should do, but I needed

to talk to you first.First?

A party.

Of course!

A party.

A Christmas party, for the schoolchildren.

In one of the hangars, to raise spirits in Moybeg.

What do you think?

I think it's a really, really good idea.

And would Nurse Zeigler help you to organize it, or...?

Yes, but it's the teachers' cooperation

and help that I need.

Your help,

Mrs. Coyne.

Rose.

Oh?

I saw the door open.

I should go.

I promised Tillie I'd meet her at 11:30.

Captain Dreyfuss is just leaving, Jemmy.

Thank you for checking.

Mistress.

[softly]: Mistress...

[sighs]

I doubt Mrs. Curtis

isn't too well today.

She's after boakin'.

I'm sorry, Sally.

I didn't realize.

I would've...Och, sure.

Maybe something she ate didn't agree with her.

Yes, that's probably it.

There's a smell of Jeyes' Fluid.

There's a smell of fried eggs in the kitchen.

[door opens]

[Vera murmurs]

What is that smell?

It's like...

Oh, it is, it's Jeyes' Fluid, isn't it?

What possessed you to go?

I was helping Michael.

I think they liked me in there.

I got the prices right.

Mostly-- in fact, I think I probably overcharged.

Then I got sent away.

On a feeble excuse.

The truth is, I...

I was hoping Dreyfuss might be there.

Dreyfuss?

Don't look at me like that.

I wasn't.

Yes, you were, you were judging.

You were saying, "Oh, God, Vera,

why can't you just leave men alone?"

Vera!Don't.

Don't Verame with that pained older sister tone.

Don't.

Why can't I look at men?

Why?

You know nothing.

You have everything

you need here.

You have a husband.

You have three children.

Look.

Look.

What was the harm?

Why did that one solarized moment

of happiness offend God,

or the devil, or the universe so much?

ROSE: Vera.

I wasn't judging you.

I would love it

if you found someone you would start a family with.

Oh, Rose. Start a family?

I've only just stopped one.

Or did you forget?

I just want someone to kiss me

and not know I'm lost and lonely and a wretched drunk.

Vera...

Stop.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sad.

[staggered breath]

I have the sorest head.

I can get you some aspirin, or...

I got some gin on the mail boat.

I'm sorry we've got no tonic in the house.

That's fine-- neat gin is fine.

[bottle opening]

[gin sloshing]

So...

You've got that look on your face.

What look?

One I remember from when we were little.

Your greedy, needy face:

"Rose, can I have your necklace?"

"Rose, can I have your book?"

"Rose, can I fancy Dreyfuss?"

So, can I?

I mean, he's probably got loads of girlfriends.

And I...

Oh God.

Bucket, bucket!

[Vera vomiting]

Davey Hanlon is after giving me half a crown

for six balloons, Francis.

I could buy ten tanks for that.

I'm going lookin' again.

Can I come?

No, you can't.

Find your own balloons.

Captain Dreyfuss!

Oh!

Hello.

Um...

Sloes.

For making sloe gin.

Why... thank you.

Vera.

Rose Coyne's sister.

Oh yes, of course, I remember, Vera.

I take it you know how to make sloe gin?

You need gin and sloes and...

that's pretty much it.

Well, um... um...

Every day is a school day, Vera.

Thank you for these.

Give my best to Mrs. Coyne and Mr. Coyne.

And thank you again.

I should get on with the day.

Bye-bye.Bye.

Would you like to come to lunch this Tuesday?

Lunch?Yes.

In, uh, the house?

Mr. and Mrs. Coyne's house?

And Mrs. Coyne's sister, Vera's.

Yes, that house.

Well, uh... let's see, here.

Tuesday.

Or Wednesday or Thursday

or Saturday.

You're not slipping away.

Of course, um, well, that's a very kind invitation

from Mrs. Coyne.

It's from me.

But I feel sure Rose will be delighted.

You haven't cleared it yet?

Cleared it?

We're not in the Air Force now, Captain Dreyfuss.

It doesn't need signing off by a superior officer.

Just me.

And I think it's a very fine idea.

And I rather hope you do, too.

Of course.

Of course, um...

Your sister, I'm just, uh, guess I'm factoring in here

that she has a lot on her plate

without entertaining random U.S. Air Force officers.

Oh, I don't think anyone would describe you

as random, Captain Dreyfuss.

And as for the stuff on my sister's plate,

I'm giving the maid a day off,

so you can enjoy some proper Englishcooking.

Want to come for a ride, Barney?

I'm a wee bit busy.

Please come for a ride, Barney.

[knocking]

MICKEY JOE: Come in.

Come in!

DAVEY: Well, young Coyne.

I have balloons.

Have you, by Hector, hmm?

I've got two.

Show us them then.

Holy mokers.

Party balloons.

Are they the wrong color?

[stifled laughter]

Oh, aye. [laughing]

The wrong color.

Not near the right color, huh?

Look, three pence for the two.

You can't say

much fairer than that.

You can have them.

If they're the wrong color.

[laughing] Deal, young Coyne.

Now, away on with ye.

[bicycle bell rings]

Emma!

That's the doctor's son--

he's waving at us.

He's waving at me.

Keep riding. Don't look.

Hey! Uh, Emma?

Emma?!

Uh...

Em?

[knocking]

Captain Dreyfuss.

I have been thinking about your kind invitation.

Oh, no.

You're going to say you can't come, aren't you?

Far from it.

I only wondered if...

if I could bring another officer along?

Oh, of course.

And Mrs. Coyne, uh, Mrs. Coyne wouldn't object?

No, it's my party.

And another officer?

No, I'm sure she'd be delighted.

That's great.

The Lieutenant will be thrilled.

Thrilled.

No-- no, no, no, no, Vera, I...!

Oh, all right.

This is called a torpedo.

The real recipe makes you go blind.

So, I replaced ethyl alcohol with vodka.

Vodka?

Mm-hmm.

We don't have vodka.

You have the Hanlons.

That stuff they make is effectively vodka.

And it makes a fine base for a cocktail.

You should really learn more about the natural resources

in Moybeg, Rose.

Now, I intend to serve torpedoes to Dreyfuss

and his lieutenant chum when they come for lunch,

get it going with a real bang.

Why do you think he's bringing him along?

Protection?

From me?

Or me.

Rose!

You're married.

Happily, it says here.

I am, too.

I don't want Dreyfuss, if that's what you're suggesting.

At least not in that way.

God!

Is there any other way to want him?

I just want...

the bit of Michael I thought I was getting when I married him.

You're losing me a bit here, Rose.

I saw Michael as Heathcliff--

romantic that I was.

And then, what I had taken to be brooding and enigmatic

turned out to be quiet and stolid.

That was all right.

I love my quiet, stolid, reliable farmer.

I got used to it and I'd been doing just fine.

And then...

the waters of the lake parted, and out stepped Heathcliff.

Which is when you spotted his literary leanings?

It's a metaphor, Vera.

Don't be mean.

He seemed to offer all the things

I was missing in Michael.

All the danger, all the broodiness.

All the enigma.

And he quoted Tennyson to me in the shop.

Gosh.

He looked me in the eye and he said,

"I am half sick of shadows."

And are you?

Sometimes I am, Vera.

Sick enough to consider adultery?

No!

No!

I don't want to sleep with him.

I just want the bit of Michael I thought I was getting

in Michael.

And that's allyou want?

Yes.

For sure?

So...

If Captain Dreyfuss

walked in wearing only a brocade dressing gown

and flung himself on the bed,

you'd talk to him about literature?

Don't tease.

I know I can't have that one bit of him and still say,

"I love Michael."

I know that.

I'm a fool, not an idiot.

But if you take it away from me,

if you take away the chance that, in a different universe,

in a different set of circumstances,

we could've swapped souls...

[sighs]

Always stay with me, take any shape...

Oh... [sobs]

I used to remember every word of it.

Where is it?

Oh, here.

"Be with me always-- take any form-- drive me mad!"

"Only do not

"leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

"Oh, God! It is unutterable!

"I cannot live without my life!

I cannot live without my soul!"

If you take it away-- and I believe you could, Vera,

you're prettier

and vivacious and funny and single and...

Oh, God, I'm asking you not to, aren't I?

It's all right.

It's not.

It's mean and selfish and entirely wrong, but...

If you'd do that for me.

"The curse has come upon me," cried the Lady of Shallot.

You're the quare smart fella, Michael Coyne.

The word has spread through ten townlands

that blondie is back in the bar.

She's my wife's sister, Mickey Joe.

If it's any odds.

I missed her yesterday.

And I'm not leavin' till I get a kiss off her.

Hey, barmaid.

This guy... his aim is true.

Is it now?

Oh, you best believe me, sister.

Bombing practice yesterday over the lake.

He sank the damn target.

I did!

Right on the button.

I could see the splashes and then, boom!

The last bomb in the stick.

Down she goes.

[breathing hard]

VERA: Robert!

[Vera screaming]

Robert!

MICHAEL: What the hell...

ROSE: I'll get it.

Poor thing.

[Michael sighs]

VERA: Wait, Robert!

Robert-- Robert!

[gasping and panting]

[door opens]

Again?

Yes, it's always the same.

The same dark room with...

choking dust billowing around me,

and I can see Robert's face and the baby's.

And I'm-I'm running, to try to get to them.

Running like the wind, Rose, and I'm getting no closer.

Oh, God...

The last bomb.

The last in the stick.

Another ten yards, a gust of wind.

The flick of a wing, Rose.

And I would still have them, I would.

My man and my little boy.

I...

Here.

"You will look for my power in the helping hour

and then you will forget."

Remember?

Wind in the Willows.

The Otter baby, Portly.

Portly.

Please...

God or Pan or whoever,

bring me something to make me forget.

[rooster crows]

Last evening,

that was so dog in the manger of me.

Well, maybe I'll like the other one.

No.

You're to... haveDreyfuss.

What?

Save me from myself, Vera.

Go for him-- flirt outrageously.

You'll be doing me a favor.

Doing this family a favor.

[truck engine rumbles]

[bell jingles]

Mr. Coyne.

She didn't stop again, did she?

No, she's running like a clock since you cleaned her, Malachy.

No. I'm, uh, I'm here on a different errand entirely.

Punctual, as well.

Go on then.

Flirt.

Gosh.

Vera.There you are.

Thank you for having us.

This is Lieutenant Zeigler.

Oh, Tillie, please.

ROSE: I hope you've brought a handsome lieutenant...

Oh!

I think you two have already met.

But Lieutenant Zeigler, Mrs. Coyne.

And I brought some flowers.

Oh!

Lieutenant...

Lieutenant, um...

TILLIE: Tillie, please...

Thank you for inviting me.

I've always wanted to visit since I called by,

since that poor girl was taken ill.

ROSE: Let me take your coats.

No, of course. You were...

so helpful with poor Maisie.

I'm delighted to have you here.

Captain Dreyfuss.

Ron.

Thank you.

So, do youflirt with her or do I?

That one.

You've a good eye, Mr. Coyne.

That's a lovely ring.

Maybe the nicest ring in the shop.

Those are diamonds, mind.

And it's an engagement ring.

You know that?

You wouldn't know the size of her finger by any chance?

Well, I have a ring of hers, here.

It's a size too big, Michael.

You're going to have to come back.

I never bought Rose an engagement ring.

When she said yes, I was broke and... surprised,

tell you the truth.

Engagement rings is powerful important, Michael.

Some might say, "Better late than never."

The ladies might be more inclined to take them

for granted the first time, eh?

I hope Mrs. Coyne appreciates the man she's got.

Aye.

Good luck.

TILLIE: I saw the piano.

Do you play?

I fumble.

She's very good.

Proper.

Do you still play your Mendelssohn?

That is all I play.

My grade five piece.

"Song Without Words," do you know it?

Oh, all the songs I know

have words.

Like jive and jitterbug.

[laughing]

Is it just me or are the local guys kind of short?

And perhaps a tad homely?

Michael is anything but homely.

TILLIE: Oh, your husband?

VERA: And he's tall.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

And enigmatic.

Vera! Don't tease.

TILLIE: You know, you talk so different

from the other Irish folks

I've met.

Well, I'm English. We both are.

Oh! My gosh.

How'd you fetch up here?

In the back of beyond?

VERA: Rose met Michael in Shoreham,

while he was recuperating from an operation.

He was sitting on a bench quietly.

Spotting a good thing, she pounced on him.

TILLIE: Oh, well.

That's kind of what it's like for Ron.

There's a line.

Not that he notices.

Collateral damage.

TILLIE: Huh?

Hmm? Oh, that wasn't meant to be out loud.

Sorry, I was...

VERA: Go on.

We girls are interested.

DREYFUSS: It's when you're aiming your bombs at a target

and instead of hitting the target,

you hit something that you were really trying to preserve.

TILLIE: Hey. We know the phrase.

We just want to know

why it came into your head.

Dessert?

I have some poached pears. And cream.

VERA: May I?

What a pair of idiots we are.

[Vera laughing]

Oh gosh, what can I say?

He is beautiful.

And I'm sorry you can't have him.

You can't.

[crying]: Stop. I know.

I'm a selfish harpy who's been saved

from her own worst impulses.

No, you should get on your knees

and give thanks every night

for your deliverance from evil, Rose.

That the curse has been broken.

DREYFUSS: Restroom?

VERA: Upstairs on the left.

Rose.

I've wanted to tell you all through lunch.

I was ambushed.

By your sister.

That's why I brought Tillie along.

I didn't want Vera to get the wrong idea, and instead...

Stop! Please.

Please don't tell me that.

I thought I was over you.

I made a promise to get over you and then I broke it

and then I thought I'd been saved despite myself and now...

Now I'm lost again.

Oh! Excuse me, I just thought I'd help.

Bring in the desserts for you.

Thank you, Tillie, that's...

Poor old Vera.

Her eye set on him and it turns out he's got a girlfriend.

She must've got in a right gunk.

That's not like you, Michael.

What?

What did I do now?

To be callous.

She's entitled to look for male company.

Did I say she wasn't?

I think of it every time I look at her.

How will you ever get over what happened to Robert

and the babby, Vera, ha?

Why did you ask me?

What?

In Shoreham.

On the seafront that day.

I thought you looked like a question

that needed to be asked.

And no answer, so far, mind.

[laughs lightly]

Why did you say yes?

I mean, you must look around you now and wonder

were you half sensible.

You know, I look at Vera,

and I see the kind of exotic creature you might have been.

At home on the Orient Express or in Italy,

or any amount of mysterious places with interesting people.

Instead you're here.

In Moybeg.

And I know your heart must often ache for those places and faces.

But you've never,

not once, Rose, tried to make our children disloyal

to the raggedy little place they grow up in.

Michael...

Or to me-- a man who

does not entirely fill your inner space.

I'm not unaware of it.

That's why I followed you, Michael.

Because you are so much more than "not unaware."

You're so clever,

so observant,

so much better than I deserve.

Thank you, Mrs. Maguire.

Thank you very much.

Oh!

I called to the house.

Ration day: this is where I spend it.

I just wanted to give you these.

Oh!

For that lovely lunch.

They're from Ron as well, of course.

Er, Ron... oh.

I forget he's Captain Dreyfuss to you.

Yes. Of course.

That's what he is to me.

And how is Captain Dreyfuss?

Ron is fine.

But busy, busy, busy.

Yeah.

Colonel Creswell could not run

the base without him.

Oops! It's classified.

Will you thank him for the chocolates,

um, from me and Vera, of course?

Of course.

And, uh... I think he may have a plan.

Gosh.

For a Christmas party.

With ice cream and sweets.

And Kris Kringle.

Ron might even put on a beard!

I just wanted you to know what was on his mind.

If you would like to help me plan things?

I think he'd like that.

He trusts your judgment, Mrs. Coyne.

To a very large degree.

Well, I gotta go.

[practicing classical piece]

[engine rumbles]

[continues playing]

Francis.

It's Dr. Black.

Go and tell him Mum's at the shop.

ANDREW: I, uh, just came to tell you that I'm home.

Oh... gosh.

You know, I thought you might call by but then you did.

And I was really pleased to see you.

But then you just rode straight past me?

Well...

Why would I want to stop, pray tell?

Well, um, I...

thought you might like to help out with the boat.

You know, varnishing the...

[door shuts]

And haven't you a girl to do your varnishing?

Huh?

Last Friday.

The girl who was in the garden with you.

Last Friday?

[piano music begins again]

Are you talking about Beryl?

If that's her name, yes.

It's a pretty stupid one.

[laughing]

Stop laughing at me.

I'm sorry, Emma.

Beryl is my cousin.

Oh...

Oh, gosh.

Really?

Yes, gosh,

really.

Were you checking me out?

I...

Yes, you were!

You were casing the joint.

Well, Miss Sleuth...

Would you like to come to a party tomorrow?

Oh.

Yes.

[piano music continues]

That's so mean!

I've already told Andrew I'll come to the party.

I made a promise.

You wouldn't make me break a promise, would you?

Michael, tell her.

Your mother doesn't think it's a good idea.

Please make it more convincing!

You heard your mother, Emma.

Let that be an end of it.

[to himself]: Blast.

[knocking]

Auntie Vera.

I was packing

and I wanted you to have this.

It's Penhaligon's Eau de Portugal.

Oh. Gosh.

Lipstick and now this.

Do you like it?

I bet it's really hard to get.

Yes.

Shop got bombed.

Fortunately, Robert had bought some for me.

Don't tell Rose.

She'll be jealous.

I, uh...

I couldn't help but hear what went on tonight, Emma.

You're clever.

So you know what carpe diemmeans, yes?

Well, Vera's advice is carpe,Emma.

Carpelike mad.

But at the same time, try to be...

I'd say "be good," except I'm not sure quite

what good is anymore.

But it probably includes hurting your parents

as little as possible.

In this time when everybody is getting hurt.

VERA: Right, bye, you lot.

Emma, the heartbreaker.

Francis.

[Vera and Kate laughing]

There's a big hole in the road at Gourley's corner.

Bread man near broke a wheel.

ROSE: I'll be careful.

Vera.

Look after yourself.

Till next year, hey?

Yeah, till next year.

Bye, gorgeous Kate!

You can always come and stay.

For longer, if things get too much.

Thank you, Rose.

I'm not sure how you define too much.

Thank you for saving me from myself.

Only you know if I did.

Be careful, eh?

I looked on the dump all day yesterday,

till Stagger run me.

There's no more of them balloons.

You think the Hanlons would buy toothpaste?

[plane roars]

Och, you dropped it!

OLDER FRANCIS: So Vera went home and my father breathed a sigh of relief,

happy that he'd got the less wild and wayward

of the Moorshead girls.

In fact, as I now realize, my mother was about to show him

that he'd got that wrong.

Entirely, hopelessly, disastrously wrong.

You have all been invited to a Christmas party.

[children cheering]

What do you think's up there?

There's everything, Francis.

Everything.

MICHAEL: Decency...?

He's trying to take my livelihood away.

See if I can save your pub!

Where is he?

Why doesn't he love me anymore?

MICHAEL: This is family!

This is trust!

This is everything I believe in.

And it's been thrown in my face.