All language subtitles for 105_English Strangers

[birds chirping]

ADULT FRANCIS: I saw a thing about Bing Crosby the other night

on one of those
documentary channels.

It recounted how his version
of "Jingle Bells"

recorded in 1943
with the Andrews Sisters

sold a million copies,

and it brought memories
flooding back--

some that only make sense
to me now---

of the first time I heard it,
on the rain-swept aerodrome

in Moybeg at Christmas 1943.

A Christmas I will remember
as long as I live.

[plane flying overhead]

Francis,
that's your sandwich.

Put it in
your schoolbag.

Mum!

Mum.
Where were you?

I went for a walk.

SALLY:
You must be freezing,
Mrs. Coyne.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No. Thank you, Sally.

I've made myself late.

And why aren't you two
off to school?

It's really cold,
and it's the last day.

Can we not stay?

It's character forming.

And there's a surprise.

At school?

Is it sweets?

It's a surprise.

Not sweets.

Now, go.

Mr. Coyne.

I have the ring ready.
I made it a size smaller.

Would you believe my wife and
yours have the same size finger?

I took the liberty
of letting her try it on.

I hope you don't mind.

And did she approve?

She did, Michael.

She loves a romantic tale.

I have a nice box
for it here.

No, no,
you take it home with you,

let her try it on,

just in case.

How will you give it to her?

The traditional way?
Down on one knee?

I might not be able to get up
if I did that, Malachy.

The old joints
creak a bit these days.

I'm sure I'll manage to find
a moment that's right.

Michael Coyne?

I'm headin' out your way.

To see Kettie and the cub.

And the new daughter--
if she's mine, huh?

Well, I'm sure Kettie'll be
rightly pleased.

Today?

I could give you a lift.

No, no, not today.

Closer to Christmas,
Michael.

I have some shopping
to do first.

Something for Seamie,
some catchpenny.

You, you couldn't lend us
ten bob, could you, Michael?

I'll pay it back
on Boxing Day.

I'll see if I have it.

Thanks, Michael.

Boxing Day.

Oh, aye.

Boxing day.

[engine starts]

[knock at door]

Come in, Master Corey.

One at a time!

Quiet, everyone, please.

Quiet.

Master Corey

has an announcement to make.

You have all been invited
to a Christmas party.

[excited chatter]

Now, quiet!
Quiet!

It's tomorrow,

it's on the aerodrome,
and there might be sweets.

Now I have a slip of paper here
for each of you

to give to your mother
when you get home;

arrangements and so on.

Now, it's all written down.
It's all on here.

Now, you boys.

There'll be toilets there,
and I want you to use them.

This is Moybeg
on view here.

So I want manners,
manners, manners.

When you answer, it's yes...?

KIDS: Sir!

And yes...?

KIDS: Ma'am.

And when you
greet someone it's...?

Hi, ye blade ye.

[kids laughing]

Seamus Brady!

It's "Hello sir, hello madam."

Now, they've gone to a great
deal of trouble for us

down on the aerodrome.

They're rolling out
the red carpet for us.

So we want you all
in your good clothes.

Tell your mother, mind.

Who believes in Santa Claus?

Well, we'll see about that
when you meet him.

Santa is going
to be there in person.

He will.

Just you wait and see.

Go on now, off with you.

Boys! Boys!
Single file.

Go!

No, actually, back, back.

Girls first.

You can take your drawings
if you want.

I seen the doctor's car.

You saw.

Don't be so snottery, Emma.

I saw the doctor's car
on the road yesterday.

No sign of that son of his.

He's probably swotting.

I suppose he reads
nothin' but books.

Not sure what else
he'd read, Barney.

Help me with this, will you?

He looks right stuck up
in anyway.

He's not a bit stuck up,
as it happens.

That's what you think, Emma.

But it's bred into them boys,
them doctors' sons.

Well, that's good advice,
Barney.

I'll be watching him like a hawk
for incipient snobbery.

This fella Dreyfuss.

He seems to be a man with
good ideas about the parish.

A thinker.

I have no idea
what he thinks.

I've been dealing with
Lieutenant Zeigler.

The nurse?

That minded poor Maisie?

The same.

Ah, she's very pretty now,
I have to say.

Vivacious.

She's like Peggy Lee,
d'you think?

If Peggy Lee is
a proper bossy boots,

then she's definitely
like Peggy Lee.

Ah, come on now,
you can't grumble about someone

who is willing to organize a
Christmas party, all the same.

I'm willing to try, Jack.

Will you lock up?

Father Nolan's coming
for the keys.

See you on the big night?

I was driving past
the perimeter track.

[engine stops]

Mrs. Coyne,

I heard music blaring out
over the loudspeakers.

I hope they're not going to be
playing that.

That was "Jingle Bells,"
I think.

"Silent Night"
would be better.

Or a nice Irish song.

"She Lives Beside the Anner."

It's not about Christmas
as such

but much more suitable
for young minds.

I'll ask if they have
"She Lived Beside the Anner"

in their record collection,
Father.

Meantime,
I had better be off.

Or "The Holy City."

John McCormack
does that lovely.

You were right
about the surprise, Mammy.

Here...

I have one too.

Christmas week,
that's right and good.

How did you know about
the surprise, Kettie?

Eh?

Seamie said you told him.

Seamie, show Francis
the thing you found.

He'll know what it is.
Go on.

Aye. Come to the room.

What's this?

I don't know.

You got all this stuff
from the dump?

Aye.

Look at this.

Well, young Francis?

It's a baseball glove.

They call it a mitt.

Bagful of brains, you are.

You could show it to your Daddy,
if he came home.

What put that idea
into your mind?

People come home for Christmas.

Full of brains, eh?

How was the town?

Quiet; for Christmas week.

The country's broke,
I suppose.

I saw Martin Brady.

Kettie's Martin?

The same.

Does Kettie know he's about?

I think so.

He touched me for ten bob.

Said he was going to buy
a present for Seamie.

Then he headed straight
into The Red Hand.

Do you think Kettie'll be happy
to see him?

Maybe, for Seamie's sake.

But he's a dead loss, Rose.

She knows that.

Well, I'd better take over
in the pub.

Dad. Can we go now?

Barney and I have exhausted
the works of Emily Bronte

as a topic for discussion.

You may.

Any customers?

Jemmy Fox, two stouts.

Did he pay?

Yes!

That's a nuance.

And the post arrived.

Shoreham.

That has to be Vera.

And these for you.

Right, Ulster Pig,
Christmas edition.

Poultry Journal.

Into the fire.

What's this?

Thanks for coming, James.

Would you take a half 'un?

I won't, Michael.

Let's get on with this,
if you don't mind.

I have here the letter

from Vincent Coyne's
solicitor.

Vincent Coyne's
your cousin, right?

On my father's side.

And the license on this
premises is in his name?

Above the door.

And why is the license
in the name of your cousin?

30 years ago, James.

My mother, Bella.Bella.

I remember her well,
God rest her.

She was a great woman.

Well, she applied for the job
of teacher here.

Father Ryan,
the parish priest at the time,

was a crabbed
old woman hater,

as well as being
a closet drunk.

Now he wouldn't hear of
any woman teaching in his school

who was connected
with the liquor trade.

So my father asked
my uncle Edward

to hold the license for him.

Edward was in poor health.

Vincent, my cousin, was 22,

pious, trustworthy, we thought.

So pious, trustworthy
Vincent Coyne wants you

to buy back the license?

For more than this building
is worth, James.

Can Andrew come?

No.

It's for children and teachers.

No grown-ups.

I'm not a child.

Mum! Are you serious?

You're coming as
a teacher's assistant, Emma.

And Andrew isn't invited.

He should be.

He's a doctor,
nearly a doctor.

And?

There'll be nosebleeds
and general hysteria.

He'll be needed.

The place is teeming
with real doctors.

No!

And besides, is he even home?

[sighs]

MICHAEL:
The thing is, James...

that figure he's asking for,

I don't have it.

Or anything like it.

Well, that's pub licenses
for you.

Would Tomkins lend it to you,
then, at the bank?

No.

You know how much debt
my father handed down to me?

And the aerodrome came along
just in time to save my bacon.

How in hell did Vincent Coyne
manage to run

the best wee drapery in
the country into the ground?

The answer is all around you,
Michael, on the shelves.

Be thankful you didn't inherit
the Coyne gene.

So.

[sighs]

What do we do next?

Solicitor's letter
back to him?

I don't think
that would be wise.

We've no actual legal case,
Michael.

You're gonna have to appeal
to his sense of decency.

Decency?

He's trying to take
my livelihood away.

Still, you'll have
to talk to him.

Change his mind.

A solicitor's letter from me
will just harden it up.

So, what?

Ask him to meet you here.

I'll collect him.

He lives in Hilltown,
not five miles away from me.

Yeah, I thought you said
no solicitors?

No solicitor's letter.

I'll be giving him a lift
as a friend of you both.

I'll talk to him
about the gee gees.

It wasn't the drink on the own
that did it, Michael.

He likes the horses too.

Come on.

Let's phone him.Right now?

I see no pressing reason
to keep her open.

Let's try and settle this,

while it's still the season
of goodwill.

I know, Vincent...

No, I'll get you a lift.

Yeah.

Before tea time,
maybe 4:00 or 5:00?

Yeah, James Harrington.

Yeah.

But he's got a car
and he'll bring you.

No, it'll just be
you and me.

I know.

Yeah, I know what you want.

We'll talk it through,
Vincent.

All right?

The little blirt!

Be calm, Michael.

Whatever you do,
don't lose the bap.

[sighing]:
Right.

[car pulling up]

[knock at door]

Captain Dreyfuss?
It's an unexpected visit.

What can I do for you?

Uh...

I wanted to discuss the
arrangements for the party.

But if it's inconvenient?

I'm working rather hard.

Christmas stuff.

Oh.

Um, perhaps I can come back
later, then?

Of course.

If you wish.

If it suits
your busy schedule.

I've become quite used
to dealing with nurse Zeigler

in the past few weeks.

So if it doesn't suit you,
that will be fine.

[whispering]:
Mrs. Coyne!

Rose...

"Mrs. Coyne" will do
perfectly well.

So...

[breathing heavily]

[quietly]:
You idiot, Rose Coyne.

[sobbing]

[engine starts]

[door opens and closes]

SALLY:
Mrs. Coyne?

[knock at door]

Oh, just a moment.

Come in.

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Coyne.

I was just coming in and I
found this on the doorstep.

Thank you, Sally.

Yes, it's, um,
that'll be, um, just stuff,

instructions for the party,
on the aerodrome.

Thank you, Sally.

[footsteps retreating]

Scatty hens!

Why can't you lay
in a proper nest, huh?

Hello.

Oh gosh.

I'm collecting eggs and...

How did you get here?

I cycled.

Does Mum know you're here?

I knocked on the door.

There was no reply,
so I searched.

And, and here you are.

[chuckles]

I have shoes, normally,
for my feet.

Why have you come?

I mean, I'm quite pleased
to see you but...

I'm, I'm doing a study on
egg production on Ulster farms.

For my Ph.D.

Oh.

Emma!

I came to see you.

"Where you dwell,
among the peasants."

I mean
"among the untrodden ways."

That's Barney.

And he's not a peasant.

He's very smart
in his own way.

You're not a snob,
are you?

I'd hate it if you were a snob.

No, my chum Nicky,
he's a terrific snob.

I'm not.

No, look, look.

Hey. Hey, Barney.

[laughing]:
Well, I tried.

You don't think
he's jealous, do you?

[softly]:
This is a test.

[whispering]:
A test?

Terrifically crucial.

Mum doesn't approve.

Of me?Of us.

Of us, is it?

Oh, you're very sure of
yourself, Miss Emma Coyne.

All right, let's get
this test over with.

EMMA:
You better come in.

Barney,
I'm going inside.

[Emma and Andrew
chatting and giggling]

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

I've... I've no idea
where Mum's gone.

I suppose, um,
I should go on?

[Kate giggling]

[Emma, Andrew, and Kate
giggling]

[dog barking]

Here you, Yankee boys.

What's this party crack?

We decided to do
something nice for the kids.

Yeah, take their minds
off this dump.

[laughing]

Tio, easy.

Yeah, we had a whip around.
Got them some good stuff.

And you never thought
of asking us?

TIO:
Yeah, we did.

And then we decided
not to.

[laughing]

Well, I'm goin' anyhow,
asked or not.

You won't get in, Ned.

We'll see about that,
Failey.

Maybe I'll see you boys
up there.

All right, old timer.

Michael, you're very
quiet tonight.

I'm all right, Failey.

Ludo for Francis.

Doll for Kate;
courtesy of Auntie Vera.

There's something for Emma too
from that same giver.

Oh. Sweet Auntie Vera.

What is it?

Santa knows.

Mum!

Did Andrew bring you
something?

Andrew?

How did you know he was here?

Mum?

Were you snooping?

I wasn't snooping.

I saw you, that's all.

He came to see me.

That's better than any present.

Yes.

He seems like a nice boy.

Emma, you have
to be careful.

Love is a funny thing.

[door opens]

Michael.

You look wrung out, poor thing.

Tea?

Aye.

Rose.

I need to talk to you.

About?

The pub.

You know the license is held
in my cousin Vincent's name?

Well, the Doomsday thing
has happened.

Vincent is broke.

And he wants me
to buy it back.

Your own license?

My license,

your license,

and Emma's and Francis's
and Kate's.

And can you?

Buy it back?

Well, why should I
have to, Rose?

This is family.

This is trust.

This is everything
I believe in.

And it's been thrown
in my face.

Michael.

I don't know what to say.

I can't bear to see you
betrayed by...

...by someone you trust.

Oh God, Michael.

D'ye think that's stuff
for the party?

What do you think's up there?

[sighs]
There's everything, Francis.

Everything.

TILLIE:
Look at Steiger!

Ho, Ho, Ho.

Hey, guys.

It's Scary Santa.

Oh, you don't look
scary, Mitch.

You look cuddly.

And you got a real Aladdin's
Cave waiting for you out there.

Well, good.

Because we are gonna have
ourselves 40 thieves-- minimum.

[laughing]

I reckon I might finally
get my hands

on a few little reprobates I've
only ever seen running away.

Now!

To my sleigh!

[laughing]

Michael.

Well?

I'm picking him up.
A bit later than you asked.

7:00.

Okay.

What I'll do James is,

I'll close the pub
for an hour or so.

Bring Vincent over
to the house.

Rose and them'll be
at the party.

That way I can talk to him.

The blirt.

How does your wife get along
with Vincent Coyne?

Would it be better
he talk to her?

I don't think that'd be
a good idea.

Hmm, taking the news bad?

Bad or good, James,
is beside the point.

It was me brought her over
to this place.

I can't let it fall down
around her.

Higher!

[giggling]

[car pulling up]

Emma.Barney?

Your man is here.Huh?

It's the doctor's car.

Oh gosh!

Is Andrew here?

Emma.

Gosh.

Dad wanted me to get some fish

so, I was passing and...

Francis, Kate,
into the house and get ready.

Seamie, home.

BARNEY:
I better go as well,
then, eh?

Ow!Sorry.

You did that on purpose,

you stupid bloody peasant!

He's not a peasant!

He's my friend!

He reads! And he knows
a lot of things!

And I'm sorry you hurt your arm
and you are a snob!

Emma, I...

Who's the pheasant now,
ye boy ye?

[imitates gunshot]

[chickens clucking]

Emma, you shouldn't
be coming.

You're not at school.

Emma's going to be
Mum's assistant.

What's a "sistant"?

FRANCIS:
It means you better do
what you're told.

C'mon.

We need to get going.

I don't want to go.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Emma, what's wrong?

Andrew.
I shouted at him.

KATE:
He called Barney
a bird's name.

What was it, Francis?

A peasant.

Well, that's not right.

EMMA:
We're all peasants, Mum.

Barney is a peasant,
but he's my peasant,

and Andrew had no right
to say what he did.

And I got so cross with him

and he drove away,

and I'll probably
never see him again.

You've good moral compass, Emma.

I'm proud of you.

I don't want
a moral compass, Mum.

I want Andrew!

NED:
Michael.

When you have a minute.

With you now, Ned.

Takin' a wee whiskey,
there, Michael?

I thought it didn't agree
with you?

[excited chatter]

FAILEY [chuckling]:
Look at this.

What?

Is that your one?

Here y'are.

You'd better get going
or you'll miss it!

That's the way to do it, boys.

I'd say there'll be
crack up there, Failey.

Would you say
there'd be drink?

I doubt it, Jemmy.
It's full of scholars.

I'd say there'd be
cake, but...

Cake.

And maybe some Yankee whiskey.

Well, boys, I'll give yous
a full report when I get back.

[footsteps approaching]

You said you wouldn't.

You said you'd be sober.

For once in your life.

Oh, come here. I'm fine.

You swore you'd be sober.

And you'd bring him a present.

Come here to me, Kettie.

No!

[plate shatters]

[baby crying]

So you'll service every bloody
Yank in the country!

You won't come near your husband

when he comes to visit you
at Christmas?

Is that it, Kettie?!

[baby continues crying]

[din of the crowd]

Boys.

Boys!

[loud tapping]

Boys!

[chatter ceases]

I have to close her for an hour.

[annoyed groaning]

I have something
that needs doing.

You going to thon party,
Michael?

[laughter]

Meetin' Ned
at the bandstand?

Michael, you wouldn't shape
at puttin' us out, would you?

This is our party, here.

I have to, Failey.

Boys, look, I'll open her up
again in an hour sharp.

That's a guarantee.

Now come on!

I'm taking that glass,
Jemmy.

I know the fresh air
will do you good, lads.

[children's excited chatter]

[excited chatter]

[upbeat music playing
in the distance]

Listen to thon music.

Jitterbug!

I've got the jitters.

Martin.

JACK:
One at a time.

Yeah, come on!

Slowly!
Slowly now, slowly.

Francis, come on!

Merry Christmas!

[cheering, excited chatter]

Whoa.

WOMAN:
There you go, sugar!

Here's a hat for you!

[excited chatter]

[car honking]Ho, ho, ho.

Merry Christmas!

There's so many of them!

Hello, hello!

Everyone been good for your mom
and dad this year?

Hello! Merry Christmas!

It's a proper martini.

Vermouth, decent gin.

I haven't tasted one in years.

Can I have a sip?

A sip.

Gosh.

I can see Vera's point now.

Hey, welcome
to our night.

Hope you have
the greatest time.

When I grow up...

Oh!
So, Ron.

What do you think?

It looks great.

It's a credit to you
and the others.

Well, a certain liaison officer
thought it up.

And he's either too cool or too
modest to take any credit.

So, which is it?

Cool? Or modest?

[giggles]

Definitely not cool.

You're blushing,
Ron Dreyfuss.

You look like Rudolf.

What?

Mrs. Coyne.

I called to discuss
the arrangements with her.

She was a little frosty.

You, er, you did tell her?

Like I asked?

Sure.

You know what,
I may not have.

[giggling]:
Hey, I did.

Sure.

I did.

Gotta go be a chorus girl.

[quietly]:
Stuck up English bitch.

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

KETTIE:
Mrs. Coyne.

Kettie?

How did you get in?

One of the soldiers
knows me.

Oh.

Seamie's father
came back.

Oh, Kettie!

That's a brilliant surprise.

Somebody gave him a feed
of poteen.

He came in drunk.

[softly]:
Oh.

Mrs. Coyne...

I don't want Seamie to see me
like this.

Will I keep Seamie tonight?

I will.

[sobs]

Let me see.

[softly]:
Oh, Kettie.

It'll heal, Mrs. Coyne.

It always heals.

[chuckles softly]

I have him in good shape,
Michael.

Play it handy.

I'd say he'd like a whiskey
to warm him.

Maybe had one already.

Or two.

Okay?

Vincent!

[men chatting]

MAN:
Sir, you are under arrest.

Hey, hey, hey,
get your hands off me!

Emma.

Everything tickety boo?

Everything is
absolutely terrible.

I have been surrounded
by wild little beasts

and I'll probably
never see Andrew again.

I should be
relieved about that.

But God, what do I know?

Seamie is staying
with us tonight.

Is there some
logical connection

I'm supposed to find
between those two statements?

Mum?

Mrs. Coyne.

Captain Dreyfuss.

A moment.

What's this?

Mrs. Coyne.

It's a present.

It's so inappropriate.

It's for the family,
for the table.

I brought it back from
Connecticut, from my leave.

I thought...

Leave?

You've been on leave?

I've been on leave
for two weeks.

Nearer three.

Back home in New Canaan,
Connecticut.

I thought...

Tillie didn't tell you,
did she?

Oh gosh.

No, she didn't.

I had no idea.

That's why I was so...

Cold.

I thought you'd simply
cut me dead.

I had no business
thinking any of it.

Yes, you had, Rose.

Can I call you Rose again?

Yes.

[giggling]:
Oh God, yes.

Call me anything.

You were away and
you thought I knew and...

NOCHES:
Captain.

We have an incident out here.
They're looking for you.

I'm on it.

[sighs]

Perhaps we could
discuss this further.

When I'm through with this?

KATE:
It's the man from the pub,
isn't it, Francis?

Ned Hanlon.

I hope he doesn't
spoil Christmas.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Mr. Hanlon.

I know you.Yes, you do.

Captain Dreyfuss,
liaison officer.

[laughing]:
Whatever that means.

Mr. Hanlon.

I would be happy
to entertain you,

but this is a matter
of security.

I'm going to have to ask
the sergeant to escort you.

I came to see my house.

I'll not be thrown out.

We will not throw you out,
Mr. Hanlon.

The sergeant will walk with you
as far as the gate house.

Well.

I lived here, Captain.

And my father and his father
lived here.

Long before your country
was even discovered.

And when yous have gone,
my people may live here again.

Amen to that, Mr. Hanlon.

Now, on your way out, all I can
offer you is a glass of soda,

I'm afraid.

Soda?

[scoffs]

Sure, soda'd be
no good to me, son.

I'd take a wee bit
of cake, though.

I hope you have
a result for me, Michael.

Michael, where is he?

What's after happening,
here?

It came home to me just what
Vincent Coyne's game is.

The betrayal
of a sacred trust:

his father's and mine,
for money.

Michael,
for heaven's sake.

I needed you to come
to an arrangement with him.

I came to an arrangement.

I told him
I'd see him in court!

Michael.

I had one drink;
to stiffen my nerve.

One drink.

Yeah. One.

And where is your cousin?

Waiting for you
under a tree, I suppose.

Michael,
did you put him out?

In the cold?

Where are you going?!

To find him!

See if I can salvage anything,
see if I can save your pub!

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way ♪

♪ What fun to ride and sing
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Dashing through the snow
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ O'er the fields we go,
laughing all the way ♪

♪ Bells on bobtail ring,
making spirits bright ♪

♪ What fun to ride and sing
a sleighing song tonight ♪

♪ Jingle bells,
j-jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪ Ba da da da da, ba-dap

♪ Jingle bells,
j-j-j-jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh ♪

♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh.

[cheers and applause]

What are we going to do?

Rose...

I tried to convince myself
that you not caring for me

was for the best.

It was for the best.Yes.

And here in my head
I knew that,

and so I didn't ask Tillie
about you.

And yet every time I met her
I wanted to tug at her sleeve

and say, "Where is he?"

Why doesn't he
love me anymore?

While my heart screamed out,
"as I love him."

And all the while
I have children who love me

and a good man who
doesn't tell me,

but who I know loves me
and every day,

I am unfaithful to him
in my mind.

TILLIE:
Oh hey!

What a surprise.

Captain Dreyfuss and Mrs. Coyne.

I'm guessing you missed

the Tillie Girls'
moment of fame?

You didn't tell Mrs. Coyne
that I was on leave.

I forgot.

You worked with me
for two weeks

on the planning
of this party.

How could you forget?

I didn't think it would be
that important for Mrs. Coyne.

So, it slipped my mind.

I was busy.

Busy busy.

I'm sorry, Captain.

Now I've got to take you away.

We need you downstairs
doing your job,

saying goodnight
to the kids

and thanking the good people
who organized

and executed this party.

[excited chatter]

I need to go home early.

Mum?

Will you bring Francis and Kate?

And Seamie.

Mum, what is happening?

[cheers and applause]

Well, boys and girls of Moybeg,

I hope you had a night
to remember.

[cheers and applause]

I hope each and every one of you
got all the candies and cookies

and soda you could handle and
the present you always wanted.

Sadly, it's time to go home.

[kids groan]

So, on your behalf
I want to thank the teachers

who brought you here
and who are going to see you

back to the guardhouse.

And all the boys and girls
from Station 328,

Tillie and the Tillie Girls...

[cheers and applause]

All the singers and dancers,
the band.

[cheers and applause]

Snow White, Santa Claus,
can't forget him.

You boys and girls
gave the kids a good time

and, I believe,
enhanced the image and standing

of Station 328
in the community of Moybeg.

I want to thank all of you
for your effort,

for your dedication,
for your...

MAN:
Hear, hear!

...sense of optimism and fun
in these dark times.

We can tidy up in the morning.

For now, I think you can allow
yourselves to take a bow

and a drink while you're at it.

[cheers and applause]

Goodnight, kids.

Safe home.

Happy Christmas!

[applause]

TILLIE:
Good words.

[quietly]:
Yeah.

Don't be angry, Ron.

Why would I be angry?

About my not telling Rose Coyne
you went on leave.

You know what?

I did it to save her
from herself.

She was a jackrabbit
in the headlights,

not that I blame her.

But she's a married woman.

As I am a married man.

My wife, Rhonda,

has fought a long battle
with mental illness.

My three weeks' leave was
for her attempted suicide.

So you're right.

It probably didn't matter
if Mrs. Coyne knew I was away.

Probably for the best.

I feel sick.

The "podcorm."

Popcorn.

ANDREW:
Emma! Emma!

You're here!

I came to tell you
I'm so, so sorry.

I, I even apologized
to Barney.

He wasn't
much mollified but...

[thunder crackling]

Would you please,
please forgive me?

If you knew how sad I was.

Yes.Yes?

Yes! Oh, I can give you
a lift home.

I can give you
a lift home, yeah?

Yes!

Come on, guys, let's get in.

Oh, muddy shoes!

Dad is gonna kill me.

Come on, in you go.

[heavy rainfall,
thunder crackling]

DREYFUSS:
Rose!

Rose!

I'm sorry.

I thought Rose might be...?

Mum's gone home.

I just wanted to say...
good night.

Shall I tell her?

[thunder crackling]

Rose.

You're soaked.

Yes.

Need to change.

Where are the children?

Emma's bringing them home.

Here.

Let me.

Why aren't you at the pub?

I closed it.

I took the night off.

Michael, have you
been drinking?

One.

To give me courage.

Courage?

Oh Lord, why do...

why do you...

what do you know?

[door opens]

Children, thank God!

EMMA:
Mum, we're here!

Andrew brought us home.

Dry as bones.

I bet he'd like a cup of tea.

Yes, that'd be lovely.

He'd better be
getting off home.

Get the children
upstairs.

Good night, Andrew.

Daddy, we saw Santa
and a cowboy

and a pretty girl
and a drunk man from the pub.

Snow White.

And Ned Hanlon.

I'll come up and hear everything
in a minute, I promise.

Upstairs now.

Rose, please.

Peasant.

Rose Coyne.

I, um...

I have something to give you.

I should have given it
to you years ago.

It's for the one
I never got you.Oh, God, no.

Take it.

It's beautiful.

I don't deserve such a thing.

Put it on.

I...

I don't deserve it.

I don't deserve you, I...

[car pulling up]

Don't say "I love you."

I know you do, Rose.

It's Harrington!

There's someone at the door,
grown-ups!

Dammit!

[door opens]

MICHAEL:
James.

HARRINGTON:
I had to come back, Michael.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Coyne.

Just... go through there.

I spoke to him.

He's bulling mad, Michael.

He says he's not
letting you buy it back.

He's putting it
on the open market.

To sell to all comers?

He'd sell the license
to a stranger?

Over our head?

Well, that seems to be
his mindset, I'm afraid.

Oh, happy Christmas.

Oh, God.

Good night,
Mr. Coyne.

Mrs. Coyne.

MICHAEL:
Andrew, good night.

This house is
like a French farce.

People emerging
from cupboards.

Where do I put Seamie?

Anywhere.

Rose?

I...

I forgot something.

Rose!

It's called
a dressing table.

I think Mammy's getting
one of them.

Rose!

[engine cranking, stops]

Rose!

[engine cranking]

Come on!

I came to tell you...

I know.

I need to go.

Yes!

A posting.

Far away.

To save us both.

Yes.

Far away.

No.

Rose.

No, never leave me.