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I had the dream again.

What dream?

About the tree.

What tree?

Dad?

What tree?

You turned into a tree.

Why wouldn't I?

I never remember my dreams.

That wasn't the end of it.

What happened then?

I dreamt I heard hammering in the yard.

They cut me down, Gus.

They made me into coffins.

But them big fellows wouldn't cut down easy.

Be God, they wouldn't.

They could chop all day and never get anywhere.

So you chopped me down, is that it?

No.

You can put a stop to that thought right now.

And you can stop that as well.

It's only an old stick.

You stay here playing with your stick.

And I'll go check on the cabbages.

That way...

one of us is doing something to make sure we don't both starve to death.

Jesus, Dad.

You wait until the rain stops.

For it's good for the roots.

Dad!

Could we...

...could we stop for a minute, please, sir?

Why, what ails you?

I, um.

Ai, can hold it in another while, come on!

We'll be there soon.

It's kind of urgent.

All right, so, sir.

For God say stop calling me sir.

Why'd you call me uncle?

That's what most of the girls call me, yeah?

All right, so... uncle.

Look at the state of me.

How's the man?

How's the cabbages?

Happy is the man who minds his own business.

Ah, no, that's not very friendly, is it?

You're not my friend.

You're admiring the new van, I see.

I am in me arse.

You got a new one, I see.

- She settled? - Not yet.

Many lads in Skillet'd be happy to take her on.

Your Gus, for one.

My Gus is far from needing the morally dubious services of a matchmaker.

Best looking lad in Skillet.

That may be.

He's not exactly the brightest candle on the Christmas tree now, is he?

You keep your slanders to yourself, George O'Flaherty.

We still know what to do with big mouths around here.

I meant no harm.

Think about it, yeah?

Well, now cheerio, neighbor.

Hello lads.

- Wha'do you think? She's nice, huh? - She's a beauty.

Yeah. The van.

Take that stuff out of the back.

Hello, how are you?

Well, what do you think of it?

Well, it's very big for a little town like this.

One good push, Max!

One good push and he's out!

He's out! He's here!

Ooh!

My darling...

She's very tired, Mr. O'Flaherty.

- Is it a boy? - Yes, it's a boy.

Margaret needs some rest now, Mr. O'Flaherty.

- You should go. - Oh yes.

Go on you hell dog 'n Anti-Christ! On with you!

Jesus Dad, why you annoy him?

It's not good for a man's heart, you know?

What is it?

That doting reprobate, bringing a child to the world at his age.

If he annoys you so much, what are we doing at his hooley?

Never turn up your nose at a free feed!

Eileen... two more.

I might have a drink. Do you want one?

Go on then.

You want that?

No.

What can I get you?

T-t-two... bottles of-of st-st-stout, please.

Righto.

Well, I'll drop them down.

To me own little son.

Maeve, turn the long face.

He's brought another girl back with him.

He asked me to take her for you.

What?

Aham.

I told him, you were too old to be getting married.

Besides, he's my enemy.

I can kiss my eternal reward goodbye

if I ever start going round doing favors for my enemies.

George?

Now, what has he ever done on you?

Nothin'.

He's clever, that way.

I think you're going daft in your old age.

You listen to me once and for all, son.

A man is measured by his enemies.

Right?

So you picked George, is it?

I did, indeed.

But I didn't go too daft cock, don't know.

I gave the matter my utmost consideration before I settled on George O'Flaherty.

You must have a strong enemy, son. Otherwise, it's too easy to destroy him.

I don't understand you at all, dad.

I know that.

There you go.

Say if you haven't asked for it.

Hello, again.

You put your eyes back in your head.

She's the one he just brought in.

Dad, maybe you could have a word with George and...

Have you heard nothing I've said?

And he's not my enemy.

Even if he was, I'd go down on my hands and knees for a chance with a girl like that.

Once and for all.

My enemy is your enemy.

How thick you have to be not to understand that?

- This is some occasion! - Father Pat!

George! George!

Tell me, how you want to call the baby?

- George! - So, why wouldn't you?

Well, here's your health.

Well, the party can start, Father Pat.

Well, I'll try and rustle up a few old tunes for you.

Oh, great, great. You will?

Sorry to disturb you, Annie love.

You know I wouldn't put it on you and Patrick unless it was important.

You know that.

It's Gus.

He spent the last week...

looking at the wall and sighing...

When he gets fed up with that

takes his bed

buries his head in his pillow.

He won't even eat.

What am I to do? Will you answer me that?

Get out of that stretcher! Look at you, half the day gone!

Come on, is there dinner in it?

There is not!

I don't feel like being the cook anymore!

Get George O'Flaherty to fetch you in a woman!

If you want your dinner handed up to you!

Don't you talk like that to your father!

Don't you talk like that to your son!

And don't be so intent on destroying his life...

... before it even starts!

Look...

I've made up my mind what to do.

George has had his son, so he's happy.

So?

So!

He might not be too greedy in the matter of the girl.

Ms. Mungret.

The bold Harry, what can I do you for?

Probably talk about the girl.

What's there to talk about? Make me an offer.

I have no money.

I've put it all in the cabbages.

There's money in cabbages.

You're right there.

As my Annie, God rest her soul, always said,

The future of this country, if it has any future at all, lies in cabbages.

She was a fine woman, Annie.

She was.

But it wouldn't cost you a wink of sleep to take her cabbages, would it?

It was you put them on the table, Harry.

What would you want with Annie's few cabbages?

Haven't you enough money already to build this boil on the arse of Skillet?

Take the bloody cabbages if you want them that badly.

From what I hear, it's your Gus who wants something badly.

I'll collect the girl in the morning.

What if Eileen stays with us for a couple of weeks more...

...you know, to help Margaret?

She's not over the baby yet.

Well, can't you get that Maeve one to help her?

Maeve and Margaret don't exactly see eye to eye.

So you want to change the deal, is that it?

What if she stays with you?

And she spends the days here and helps Margaret?

What if that's not worth all of my cabbages?

What if I take half?

Half?

Deal.

Deal.

Father, is matchmaking a sin?

My child, this is a confessional.

There are certain preliminaries to be observed.

Father, I don't even know what he looks like.

Gus?

Oh, he's a very nice boy.

And lives with his father.

Just the two of them since Annie and Pat died.

His mother?

And his brother.

She died of a broken heart.

She was never the same since the minute they brought

Pat's body back and laid him on the kitchen table.

Covered in blood.

Full of English bullets.

But... you must have seen Gus at the party for George's baby.

He's a fine-looking lad.

Dreamy.

He was sitting in the corner... by himself.

That'll be plenty for the wedding.

Is a hard all year's work all the same, huh?

Indeed it was.

To think that that reprobate can just sit back and take half of them.

The deal is done now.

Allright?

You go on.

Catch up.

It won't be long.

You'll take Annie's cabbages.

Is that it?

George, oh, high and mighty, O'Flaherty.

Rot away, me beauties, rot away.

We'll wipe that smile off O'Flaherty's face yet.

Harry!

Hey... no!

Get out the picture!

What's this meant to be?

Just a gesture, Harry. ... what's in it, you know?

So this is how you apologize, is it?

For what?

Hark to him, all innocent!

A few bottles of stout means everything is all right between us, is that it?

Ah, come on now, Harry.

It'll take a damn sight more than a few bottles of stout

to atone for your sins, George O'Flaherty!

And well you know it!

Go inside, so.

Dad likes be by himself.

Say good night, to her, Dad.

You will not!

Who do you think is going to clean up this mess, the fairies?

- Dad! - Gus!

Don't.

We'll be off so, Dad.

You go on to bed, Eileen.

I'd just like to have a quick word with my son.

What is it?

Do you know, it's gone completely out of my head.

Go on!

I'll come in to you if I remember what it was.

Jesus, go on, son.

Don't keep a woman waiting on her own wedding night.

Come into bed, Gus.

Gus?

What's wrong?

Can't...

What?

... move.

Good morning.

Daddy!

Good morning!

Well, I suppose you'll be making a start on those dishes now, huh?

I have to go to Uncle George's.

Uncle?

He likes me to call him that.

Oh, I'm sure he does.

But you must understand, that man is our enemy.

And I'd be thankful if you didn't mention his name in front of me again.

Don't laugh at me!

I'm not carrying any more of this milk around than I have to.

So, last night, tell us it all.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, you've forgotten your wedding night already.

Can't been any great shakes?

Come on.

Come over here to me.

I want to hear the whole story now.

Well?

I think he's a bit... troubled.

Does it always happen that way, auntie Margaret?

Mostly... yeah.

They're all frightened?

The first time? Yeah.

And Uncle George?

He's another story altogether.

Let's just say, I was very lucky.

But if I'm not very lucky?

Then you can give things a little helping hand.

Take that milk home with you and give it to him.

It's good for more than babies.

If you catch me meanin'.

I got you a little drop of milk.

I'm not thirsty.

Ah, go on.

Just have a little drop.

It's sour.

Come here to me.

Come here.

What have you done to me?

It's only milk.

Ah, Jesus.

- Look at me! - Hush now!

Come here. Come here.

Don't be worryin' yourself.

Come here.

Shh.

You know... I... love you.

Eileen?

Yeah?

Have you ever been with a man before?

No.

Never met one you liked?

No.

Oh, Annie.

I shook the hand of the worst man in the world to get that boy a wife.

And do you think he thanked me for it? Well, he did not.

If you ask me, he's worse than he was before.

And they say marriage is the making of a man.

That'll need to be washed as well, love.

Hello, little man!

I'll do it now.

A load of washing to do and the sooner I get started the better.

Thanks, Eileen.

She's great.

Where am I in it?

Where am I in it? There I am, there, look.

I'll put it here.

Keep an eye on the two of you.

A little warm water.

Gentle on the hands.

Thanks.

I overheard your conversation with Auntie Margaret.

I think she prefers you to me now.

- I don't know. - No, I do.

Who can blame her, eh?

Auntie's a great woman.

Oh, she's a rock.

- She is? - She is.

I never let Meg wash anything, do you know that?

- Is that right? - Yes, it is, Ruth.

I'm crazy about that woman.

You must really love her.

Oh, I do.

I do.

Hold tight.

Uncle no, please...

No... it's okay.

It's okay.

That girl traipsed out of here very happy this morning.

So you're obviously doing something right, huh?

Dad...

You listen to me!

You'll get nowhere pussyfooting around a woman!

You have to put your foot down, show her who's boss, crack the whip a bit.

They'll love you for it afterwards, they always do!

.....

If you come for your half of my cabbages, you can wait.

Myself and Gus are picking ours today and taking them to market Saturday.

You can get yours then.

Tell you the truth, your cabbages are the furthest thing from me mind.

Come to ask you, would you let Eileen stay with us a while longer?

Margaret's not well. It's her first child, you know.

The answer is no.

Get that Maeve to help you.

Or has Margaret caught on to your little game with her, huh?

You know what it is, Harry?

Never liked cabbages.

Why don't you keep them all? How does that sound?

Well, uh, if, uh...

Another month to this, huh?

- Another two weeks. - Deal!

Deal!

Come on, me little beauties.

Dirty bastard!

Bastard!

That whore master's gonna pay for this!

Who ate your cake?

Go on!

Whoooaaa... Ho!

What are we stopping for?

Would you look at that?

What?

Huh?

This old tree is not frightened of a bite of a storm.

Ah, there's nothing in the sky this lad need fear.

Or under it, neither.

Uh-huh.

You could throw one of your Bible floods...

... at this fella

and he'd still be there afterwards, hanging on.

Didn't I tell you the future of this country was in cabbages, huh?

Huh?

Didn't stop half of them rotting in the ground, did it?

I showed them the kind of bargain Harry Maloney makes.

Right.

Come on.

Lets get out of here before they come to their senses.

- Where are you going? - It'll only be a minute, dad.

The one and only Harry Maloney.

- Good evening, ladies. - ... today, then, did we?

We did indeed, sold all me cabbages.

And you've got a good price for two, I suppose.

You suppose right.

And how's about Gus?

And the new daughter-in-law?

Never better the pair of them.

Really?

That's not what the boys above in Skillet were telling us this morning.

Oooh!

And what are the boys in Skillet saying, huh?

I have a surprise for you.

Gus?

...Gus?

It's your dad.

I remembered that important thing I wanted to tell you.

And can it not wait till morning?

It cannot.

Don't rush me.

I will not be hurried in my own house.

Nobody's rushing you.

Just whatever it is, say it.

before I freeze to death.

I want to tell you a story.

A long time ago...

... in the time of the Bible,

...our Lord was traveling around

... with his mother, the Virgin Mary.

This was just after he started the miracles.

They were traveling along.

And they came across a blind man sitting on the side of the road.

The Virgin remarked about the man's blindness.

Our Lord replied,

Ai...

...he is blind.

... and even so,

...his wife is carrying on with another man in the woods.

So...

I will give him back his sight

... so he can see her.

To which, the Virgin replied...

... if you give him back his sight,

... give the woman an excuse.

Are you listening to me?

Yes.

Our Lord gives the word.

The blind man jumps to his feet. He looks around in all directions.

He can see.

He looks into the forest.

And he sees his wife with the other man.

She knows he sees her.

So she comes to him.

He says to her,

You were in the woods with that man.

And she doesn't deny it.

Oh no.

Ah, she says,

... if I wasn't in there

... sure you wouldn't have got your eyesight back.

That was her excuse!

Jesus, do I have to spell it out for you?

Your wife is carrying on with George O'Flaherty!

You knew?

You fucking idiot!

Will you let her walk all over you?

And sleep with my worst enemy?

And make a laughing stock of the Maloneys?

Is... is... is that it?

If you don't confront her, I will.

Listen...

... do what you want.

Just do it in the morning.

Dumb shite!

Go on, hit me. I wouldn't blame you.

I will always be...

... gentle with you.

I want a word with you.

Did George O'Flaherty lead you on?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Ah.

Then I take it that you led him on.

I don't want to talk about this.

Why don't you stop?

Sit down while I'm talking to you.

Even if you did lead him on,

... you must never admit it.

You have to say it was him. You have to say it before the whole town.

Tell them he forced you.

What kind of trouble do you want me to get into?

That's not my problem.

Right.

I'll go and see Father O'Connor.

But you're not to confess everything to him until I tell you.

Are you not worried about all this scandal?

Ha! I'm counting on it.

The whole town will know how my family

and my good name has been ripped asunder.

And they'll know whose fault it is.

That George O'Flaherty is after seducing my daughter-in-law!

I see.

Right men, you can get on with the work.

- Did you hear what I said, Father? - Yes, yes, I heard what you said, Harry.

But... maybe we should go inside where we can have a nice quiet chat.

It's going to rain anyway.

Father! The adulterous bastard!

The nerve of you!

To pretend to be surprised...

...when you knew all along what that whore master was like!

Admit it!

I most assuredly did not!

The ash! (????)

Now you're the priest, deal with him!

I mean, you just can't go around...

I mean... has anybody seen them?

It's only basis for this accusation!

The dogs in the street know what he's like!

So you would destroy a man on the basis of rumor!

I don't care how he's destroyed!

Now, you don't mean that, Harry!

If you want proof, this town is full of witnesses! Just ask around!

This matter will have to be handled with great delicacy!

Fair enough!

I will have to speak to the witnesses!

I'll have them at my house at five o'clock this evening!

As many as you want!

Look, Harry... I have to hear confession now!

If you hang around till I'm finished, well then maybe

we can discuss this matter further!

Maybe even have a cup of tea!

For fuck's sake, tea!

Well, Father, you wanted witnesses!

Here they are!

Well, perhaps if he began with Eileen...

Eileen, would you take a seat, please, child?

I'd rather stand.

Very well, then.

Answer all his questions now, Eileen!

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!

So help you God!

I'm ready when you are, Father!

Eileen, I know it can't be easy for you to discuss such a

... painful and delicate matter as this with strangers...

... but try not to think of us as strangers...

... but as friends and neighbors

...who have nothing but your best interests at heart!

If anybody has anything to be ashamed of around here, it's certainly not me!

That's right.

You tell him, girl.

No! You all seem to know already. Or think you do.

So why don't you just leave it up to your own dirty minds?

No, child. We don't require details.

If you could just tell us... where it happened.

In the kitchen.

In his wife's bed.

On... the... f-f...

... floor of the bar!

He seduced her.

Had his way with her like he does with all the women he brings to Skillet.

Please, Harry.

Hang on a minute there, Harry.

I'm telling you. He forced her. Didn't he force you, Eileen?

You see?

She's too terrified to speak.

Well, you can take it from me.

He forced her. Against her will. In the kitchen.

In his wife's bed.

In the name of God!

Why don't you tell the truth, Eileen?

Huh? Tell us how he attacked you!

He didn't attack me.

God help you if you tell lies at a time like this.

He didn't attack me.

Why are you protecting him?

Harry, don't!

Well...

If she won't tell you, I will.

Right.

He cornered her.

Dad!

You stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you.

He locked your door.

Dad...

Stop it.

Would you look at him up on his high legs?

Eileen, do you want to go on with this?

No!

Then you don't have to.

We're going to go for a walk.

And when we come back

maybe all these people will have gone.

Right!

He...

... heeee he locked the door.

She won't get away.

You was listening to me?

Fuck youse, then!

Don't be scared.

- Hello lads! - Hi, George!

The weight of these yolks!

George, it's gorgeous!

Yes, the finest one in the shop. And the dearest as well.

Let's you out of a job, Phil.

Oh no, this isn't for down here.

These hooligans will have it smashed to pieces in no time.

Don't worry, Maeve!

I'll marry you.

Ah, me two perfect angels.

Look, there's a present for you.

You can open that now.

And wait.

Just wait till you hear this fella here.

Do you think I'm stupid, George O'Flaherty? Do you think I'm deaf?

Do you think I don't know what they're saying about you?

- Mags, Maeve and I... - Maeve? I'm talking about Eileen.

What?

Not in front of me, son.

God forbid he should lose respect for his daddy.

No, I say it's Harry Maloney. Is that Harry Maloney?

He has it in for me. I don't know whether I'm coming or going.

I'm not wound up, Mags.

If only you'd told me yourself.

If I didn't have to hear it whispered in the bar below.

I bought you a present. I bought you a present.

And this is supposed to make it all right, is it?

Well, I just saw it. I just saw it in the shop.

And I thought to myself,

Genie, that would look wonderful on Mags.

It's lovely.

But for a while, I won't even fit into it till I get my figure back.

Oh, she'll have her figure back soon enough.

You always were a charmer. That's me trouble.

Mags, you know I can't help myself!

Oh, we're smiling now.

After Georgie gets a kick in the bag.

That's all right. We can smile away, can we, huh?

Are you going to be good?

Mags, you know it.

With maniacs like Harry Maloney around, who can tell?

Well, you'll get more than a kick in the tripes the next time.

I don't mind telling you. Harry Maloney or no Harry Maloney.

Everyone knows about you and him now.

The cat got your tongue, huh?

What do you expect me to do?

Thank you for spreading a malicious story about me?

That's where you're wrong.

It's not a story, is it?

It's true.

Every word of it.

All you've done is fed gossip to them that should know better.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Gossip.

That's all it is.

I'm glad you can see that.

Finally.

There's no use just spreading the story.

It's not convincing anybody, is it?

Now you're seeing sense, Harry.

What?

If you hanged yourself.

What?

Well... your life is destroyed, isn't it?

You've said as much yourself.

Your life is hardly worth living after what's happened to you.

Not to mention the gossip that has you tried and convicted.

Before you have a chance to tell your own side of the story.

- That might be true... - Yeah well, that's grand!

That's settled then, huh?

Harry Maloney!

If you think that I'm going to kill myself just so you can get one up on George's.

No.

No, no, you're right.

You're right.

You could pretend.

You could be killing yourself...

... when someone... comes in and stops you.

But the result would be the same.

Everyone would know he drove you to it.

Oh, my God!

And he'd be destroyed, wouldn't he?

Well...

... think about it anyway, huh?

I'll be outside... if you need me.

You know, if...

If you need any help.

Gus!

Come down!

I've had enough of this madhouse!

Let her go! She's upset!

There's no telling what she might do.

Don't worry, she won't go too far.

Maeve...

I was, uh... I was thinking... we... that is, we were having a chat.

Margaret and I.

And, um...

You want me out?

God, no, it's not that, no.

No, it's not that. It's just that, um...

What you see is...

I'd give you a few bob to get you...

...get you started somewhere else, you know? And, uh...

I'd better go and see what's going on with that dog.

What are you doing here?

Uncle George, I was waiting for you and the dog wouldn't let me out.

You can't come here, it's madness.

Harry put the bad word out on you when you were away.

I know, yeah.

He wants me to kill myself, so you'll get the blame.

He what?

What?

Oh, it's all right.

Yes, it's all right.

It's all right.

No, Uncle George, I love Gus.

Oh, I know. Gus is a lovely man.

He is. He's a nice fellow.

He is. He's a tough lad. He doesn't get askew.

No, he doesn't.

But this isn't about Gus, is it?

It's about Harry, isn't it?

Damn, Harry Maloney would be the death of all of us, won't he?

Oh, we're rightly fixed now, George O'Flaherty.

Get out, Harry, get out!

Oh, I'm going, but I'll be back, and I'll bring witnesses!

Open this door!

Open it up!

There's another way out. Come on!

Do you think I'm stupid, George O'Flaherty?

Right, I believe you had some thoughts in the direction of suicide.

Run home Eileen, go on.

Come on, come on!

Come on, I'm not afraid of you. I'll take your head, I'm telling you.

Now, stay away from the place.

You're banned.

What is it? What happened?

What happened?

Your father, he... he attacked George.

What?

I think he might kill him.

Did he hurt you?

Jesus dad, what have you done to us now?

Right, you're my witness.

You're my witness.

You saw him turn on me and beat seven shades of shite out of me!

There's no mark on you.

You're right!

Chummy bastard!

You're my witness.

You're my witness.

You have as much against him as I do, huh?

He led you on and made you a laughing stock, didn't he, huh?

Now... come here.

Come here to and I'll tell you what you saw.

No.

I didn't see a thing.

Why do you hate me so much?

I don't hate you, Gus.

Oh, Jesus, I don't hate you.

Take a drop of soup, dad.

No, no, no.

Her ladyship not be joining you.

She's upset.

That makes two of us.

Will you not let me wash your face for you?

I'll wash my face tomorrow.

After Mass.

And the whole town will see what your wife's boyfriend has done to me.

I beat her today.

God forgive me.

Geez, I nearly killed her.

She's not the one you want to kill, son.

No.

Put that back.

It's Pat's gun.

Use the shotgun.

Even you can't miss with that.

And practice.

Don't you make any balls of it.

It even smells like him.

Geez will you be careful where you're pointing that thing.

Hurt someone.

Aye, go on!

Try again!

You need to pick a good time and place.

Maybe... Christmas Eve.

When he's full of ham and brandy.

And not likely to run you a race.

And every door in Skillet is unlocked to let in the baby Jesus.

You don't think it might be time you washed your face now, dad?

There'll be plenty of time for washing my face

when George O'Flaherty is safe in hell. Now, go on!

What if I can't manage to kill him outright, dad?

What if I only cripple him?

Crippled for life is fine.

Actually... you're not to kill him.

Crippled is better.

Yeah!

Practice aiming to cripple the cabbages, not to kill them. Go on!

Jesus, you killed it!

I don't know, Mags. I don't know.

What's going to happen to you and me if bold Gus Maloney kills your daddy?

- Have you thought about that? - Haven't.

Mags, your Gus wouldn't hurt a fly.

Would he?

I'm cold.

That's because you're frightened.

Maybe we could take a drop of that stuff with us.

Keep us warm.

I don't want you drunk on the job.

You have to keep your wits about you.

Only mean a drop.

Jesus!

Here... have some hot water.

If you're cold.

Why are you doing that?

I don't want her sticking her oar in.

But she's fast asleep.

Don't forget, she's the one who's started all this.

Yeah? You're the one who picked George O'Flaherty for your enemy.

Aye, and wasn't I right?

Don't you see that now?

Come on, come on.

For Jesus' sake.

The cup was full.

Will you come on? Get the gun! The gun. Come on!

For Christ's sake!

No respect for Christmas, that miserable heathen bastard.

Good man, good man, go on.

Dad, what about the dog?

The dog dump in his bed. Go on!

Get up! Get up! Come on! Get up!

Lil bitch! What did you do that for?

Come on! Fuck!

Take it easy, now George!

It was an accident! There's no need to fly off the handle!

Bloody mothering bastards!

No!

Did I hit you?

No! Thank God!

Well, I will the next time.

We're going!

We're going! We're going!

Fuck!

We're going!

George! George!

Shh! Shh!

Hush!

Shhhhh!

Hush now! Hush! Hush!

Hush now! Hush!

I'm grand. I'm grand. I'm grand.

I'm grand, yeah!

George?

George?

I'm coming, Mags!

Now do you see what your fancy man is like, huh?

George didn't do this to your Gus, did he?

Of course he did!

Oh, George bit you!

Like the mad dog he is!

Jesus, dad, would you leave off for once?

George didn't bite me! His dog bit me!

Well, he'll bite no more, huh?

Oh, you killed him?

I... killed him!

Oooooh, would you listen to the Big Baba!

Boo-hoo!

Aw, we have to leave this house!

- Where are we going? - Oh, I don't care! Just out of here!

So where do we go?

Gus!

Gus!

- Where are we going? - I don't know!

Anywhere, as long as he's not there!

I'm off now, dad!

Dad?

What are you roaring about?

Am I deaf?

I'm off now.

Well...

Don't come crying back to me the first time you need your ass wiped.

If only Pat were here...

He's not.

Don't I know it?

He's in the ground.

Where you put him.

You put Pat in the ground...

... and you put Mum in after him.

Now put me in the ground.

Or Eileen.

I'll not have that woman under my roof.

You've nothing to worry about on that score.

Maloney!

You destroyed my favorite dog.

I want compensation.

He took a bite out of my Gus's leg.

That'll leave him crippled for the rest of his days.

And you want money off me? You owe me.

You owe me.

I want paid.

Huh?

The cabbages are sold. The money is spent.

You can't take feathers off a frog.

I'll have the slates off that roof for a start.

Last chance, Harry.

You gonna pay me?

Not a fucking penny.

George O'Flaherty is stealing the slates off my roof.

Harry, this is the confessional.

He stole my gun.

And now he's stealing my roof.

Well, I expect he thinks it's some form of restitution.

Huh?

What?

A roof costs a damn sight more than a bloody dog.

Harry...

... remember you're in the house of God.

At least God has a house.

Has your Bible got nothing to say about that at all?

Well, it's a very complicated matter.

The best thing I could do is to...

...remember you both in my prayers.

Do you know what, Father?

I'm not listening to you anymore.

It's a soft day, Annie.

God... Harry Maloney.

I had the slates off his roof.

And I'll have that horse of his...

...down to the knacker's yard, either.

It was him who met me with the gun.

What was I to do?

What in the name of God was I to do?

I...

What is it?

Oh, George!

He's in the house.

- What? - I know it.

He's in the house.

- What? - Forget it.

No-no. Let me go.

- Stay here. - George.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

There'll only be a minute.

There'll only be a minute.

Don't worry love.

Don't worry.

There'll only be a minute. I'll be back.

George.

Jesus, you...

George!

Jesus!

George?

Jesus Christ.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Please!

George?

George!

Say something.

Say anything at all.

So that's your game, is it?

You think you can give Harry Maloney the slip that easy?

You will never get away from me, George O'Flaherty.

Your children and your great-grandchildren will know what it's like

to live under the shadow of my branches.

I'm going nowhere, George.

When you open your eyes...

... I'll be there.

Come on now.

Come on.

Are you alright, Harry?

Are you alright?

The heart in flight comes from its lair

Spreads out its wings and takes to the air

The heart in flight loves all it sees

And finds its twin on the salty breeze

For the eye will hear

And the ear will see

There's no sense to be made

Of life short's spree

But there's one thing sure

Whether coming or going

It's a hard old voyage

Made on your own