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Welcome.

Welcome to Ireland.

My name's Tony Reilly.

I'm dead.

They say if an Irishman dies while he's telling

a story, he can rest assured he'll be back.

Once upon a time in Ireland, there were two farms.

The Muldoon farm, where Rosemary lived with her mother, Aoife.

And her father, Chris, who was at war with the crows.

And right down the road, on the sweetest rise of land you ever saw, was my farm.

Where my wife, Mary, sang till she conquered the house.

And where, upstairs, my son Anthony asked his lonely question of the stars.

Mother Nature, why did you make me so?

The real answer was just down the road, maybe.

Little Rosemary Muldoon.

Anthony.

Be sotted with love.

Anthony!

Fiona.

Look at your nose!

You look like a clown!

What's this?

Chrissie.

Chrissie.

We have a problem.

Anthony pushed Rosemary down.

Why?

Because Rosemary went after Fiona.

Rosemary?

What's the matter?

I have no purpose.

I'm just a girl.

The world is full of girls.

You are not just a girl.

You are a queen.

What kind of queen?

It was my mother's.

It's full of swans.

And you, Rosemary, for better or for worse, you are the White Swan.

What does it mean to be the White Swan?

Well, it means no one can stop you.

The world is yours.

You can do anything.

It reminds me of the night we buried Chris Muldoon.

Muldoon didn't leave the Wrighties much.

Two gates to open and a sky full of rain.

He should have left the gates open.

There are Muldoon gates and the Muldoons like them shut.

I can't believe you took a widow's hand.

Have you no shame?

She offered, you asked.

Hurry up.

Hurry, is it?

Why don't you get the gates?

It's barely raining.

Lock it down, Flossie.

Look at you.

You can't even love a dog.

Would you look at this kitchen.

Your mother would die again if she saw the state of this house.

They think it's tramps.

How's my face?

Up right.

Where's my pipe?

Upstairs.

You're not getting it.

Look at me.

I look like a badger.

I'm freezing.

Why'd you let the stove go out?

Did you burn down the house?

You had to invite the Muldoons over.

The funeral wasn't enough for you.

Are you that selfish, Daddy?

Jesus.

Did you see the smoke?

I can't believe Chris Muldoon is dead.

Who's gonna kill the crows?

It's true.

Chris Muldoon did like to shoot the crows.

He tore holes in the sky with that gun.

Stop.

What's funny?

You all right, Aoife?

All right, is it?

I'm in pieces.

Get the door before the night comes in.

Aoife, come.

Sit by the heat.

Can't sit all the way down.

My legs lock.

Were you having a laugh?

We were.

We were not.

What about?

Will you take a stout?

In the bottle or the can?

The bottle.

No, thanks.

The bottle tastes of glass.

Does glass have a taste, then?

It does.

Glass tastes like teeth.

Oh, the taste of glass.

Sure.

I know it.

You know the taste of glass.

I do.

You do not.

So no to the stout.

Well, I'm making some tea.

You'll have one.

What's that smoke?

Chimneys crusted shut.

Mine is worse.

I'm working for everything.

Every breath.

Look at her.

She'll be dead in a year.

I don't mind.

Except to desert Rosemary and leave her orphaned altogether.

You look fine.

Sure.

The fruit still looks good.

And the worm starts its work.

What about you?

When are you packing up?

I'll be dead by Christmas.

Just don't.

Where's Rosemary?

Outside.

In the rain?

She won't smoke in front of me.

And she's always smoking, so I never see her.

That's her.

Stubborn.

She's out there all right.

She is.

Smoking.

She'll catch pneumonia.

Nah, she's crazy.

The cracked ones never get sick.

Crazy?

Never noticed that.

That's because you never notice anything, Anthony.

You are famous across Ireland for what goes by you.

Famous.

As if.

Tony, have you signed the farm over to Anthony?

What?

Just like that you ask him?

I'm thinking tonight about arrangements.

Right.

Or are you going to leave it to him?

Who else would he leave it to?

I'm sure the others have all fled.

I haven't made up my mind.

You haven't what?

I would have thought Chris Muldoon would have, you know, made out a plan.

He did.

What was his to leave, he left to me.

As he should have done.

It's only arrangements for Rosemary I'm thinking of now.

What do you mean?

You don't know.

The farm comes to me.

I don't see a clear path.

From where to where?

From me to you.

Stop.

It has to be said, your face is not right.

You come up from some other people.

You're more Kelly than Riley.

It's true.

You're a Kelly in the face.

In my face?

He likes the fish.

As the Kellys.

It's well known.

John Kelly.

Dotty.

He was a fish.

My name is Riley.

I'm a Riley.

No, you're a Kelly.

You take after John Kelly.

And that man was mad as the full moon.

Drowned himself.

In the Royal Canal.

He fell in.

He had a rock tied to his neck.

I'm not a Kelly.

You're not a farmer.

That's what you're not.

I'm now torn.

You don't stand on the land and draw strength from it.

As I did.

Till Mammy died.

You'd rather read your damn magazines.

Easy now.

Don't criticise me, Daddy.

Some of us don't have joy, but we do what we must.

There's a man who does what he must, but feels

no pleasure less of a man than one who's happy.

That's it.

If only for want of better company.

I'm getting Rosemary.

Anthony.

Anthony.

Rosemary.

Anthony.

What are you doing out here, away from the house?

Smoking.

In the rain?

There's a bit of roof.

It's dark as tar.

I can see.

You're smoking a pipe now.

It's Daz.

That brother of yours is coughing like pertussis.

I dose him for worms.

He's coughing them up.

Doesn't sound good.

Don't say it.

I don't.

I can't hold him.

How long since you dosed him?

Three weeks.

His lungs should have cleared.

I don't know.

Should I call the vet?

The morning's soon enough to spend money.

Go in.

You'll catch your death.

No.

Have you heard from Fiona?

Never.

Not since our childhood days.

Do you know where she is?

She's in Wicklow.

With a husband and three daughters.

Who thinks we're talking about her?

Well, men always think the subject's number one.

Are you seriously begrudging Anthony, the farm?

I gave Miss Mothaus a ring three years since.

He's done nothing with it.

He's a bachelor to the bone.

You're going the wrong way.

This is my family's farm, 121 years.

It won't stop with Anthony.

Things end when God says they do.

Eve.

I can't believe my Chrissie is gone.

Eve.

Half my house is gone.

Eve.

What's Flossie about?

She's after the ham.

She can't get it.

It's in the fridge.

Would you have a piece?

If you want ham, have it.

Don't be offering me me own ham.

Listen, I'm so sorry about your dad.

Thank you, Anthony.

Jesus, when my mother died, I couldn't see colors anymore.

Where do we go when we die?

The sky?

The ground.

Then what's the sky for?

It's for now.

The sky is for now.

You know, it was me that found him.

The man came up and his face was white as snow, so I gave her water.

But didn't a glass have his teeth in it?

No.

She was wild.

She won't drink from a glass then.

I can testify to that.

It says it tastes like tea.

Tastes like tea?

Well, I get her.

She won't sit anywhere but her own chair, so...

we should go.

Right.

And she would let me go, wouldn't she?

Well, you said you were going.

Don't you know better than to listen to people?

Who is that?

It's a bad news clearing.

Why do you call him that?

Because he only brings bad news.

Hello, Rosemary.

Sorry for your trouble.

Listen, that horse of yours has jumped the fence again.

Oh, don't say it.

Yeah, I thought you'd want to know.

Yeah, thank you, Cleary.

You should go inside to see her mother.

She's in there.

I will not.

Good night.

I see.

Bad news, Cleary.

Do you have a halter?

I do.

You best give it here.

What about your mother?

Would you take her home?

I don't mind.

Thank you.

You sure?

You don't want some ham?

Got a piece for the dog.

Oh, it's too good for her.

It's too good for either of you.

Should we speak of it?

What?

There was no point.

Well, Chris was alive.

Are you proposing?

What?

Jesus, no.

Then get off your duff and say what you mean, you gobshite fraud.

That piece of land that blocks me from the road.

Sell it back to me.

You only have to open the gates.

Have you gotten out of my car in the rain and

drowned yourself working those damn gates?

It rains on us all.

I'll give you a fair price.

Did you broach this with Chrissie?

I did.

No reply.

No reply is a reply.

I need to pass the farm down as it was given me.

So you're passing it down now?

I was always passing it down.

Enter Anthony.

Rosalie asked me to take you home.

Where is she?

Her horse got loose again.

That horse is Satan on four feet.

Think what I said.

I won't.

Why not?

You don't need me concerning those gates.

You need Rosemary.

Why's that?

The frontage Chrissie bought from you, I do not own.

All the rest is mine, but not that.

He sold it.

He gave it to Rosemary.

Rosemary?

What are you saying?

Chris Muldoon signed that strip of dirt between the gates over to Rosemary when

she was not more than ten years of age.

You gave a ten-year-old girl my right of way.

She'd have it.

And I can tell you why.

It was the spot where Anthony pushed her down.

Me?

He pushed?

A little girl.

I did not.

When?

When she was ten.

You did it.

And you're banished from that spot.

Now, take me home before me pacemaker runs down to zero.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Good boy, mister.

Such a good boy.

You're so beautiful.

You're still right there.

It's okay, my love.

It's okay.

Don't think you'll burn in hell, you shy-tort!

There's a good boy.

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

What are you doing out there?

Fishing.

That was fishing?

Yeah.

Without a rod?

Who were you talking to?

I wasn't talking.

You looked to be talking, then swatting, then you jumped in.

I did not.

It's the Kellys that jump in.

I'm a Riley.

You're a Riley.

What are you doing down by the river?

What I've been doing after this one.

You're not still from the night before.

I am.

Well, God in heaven, you look the worst for it.

Well, thanks much.

You don't look perfect yourself.

You have some fine looking cattle this year, Anthony.

Not too bad.

Why does your horse keep jumping the fence?

He's restless.

I know that one.

Do you?

I hear a voice sometimes when I'm out here.

And the voice says, go.

Go?

Do you not love the farm?

Love?

Sure hate it for prison.

Came up out of it like a tree and here I am with it around me.

Why don't you leave and follow the voice?

No.

Why no?

There's these green fields.

And the animals living off them.

And over that there's us, living off the animals.

And over that there's that which tends to us, lives off us maybe.

Whatever that is, it holds me here.

You should go.

Once you're on your own, you should sell the farm.

Leave Ireland entirely.

Why?

It's a terrible place for a decent person.

Are you not decent?

Me?

I'm mad.

You can walk us home.

Can't be leaving the boat.

I'll see you at church.

You were talking out there.

See you at church.

There's the green fields.

The animals living off them.

When he said that.

This does things, Blister.

I know I must have it.

I'm glad I'm here.

Who's that?

It's you.

You were a while.

Stop the church.

Have you taken it up?

It's no business of yours.

I want stew.

How about it?

You're not going to open it.

What?

The letter from America.

I'll get to it.

You'll get to it.

Often you get a letter from your nephew and you'll get to it.

What's in it?

The glasses upstairs.

I'll get them.

Read it when I'm home.

What's in it?

How would I know?

I haven't read it.

What's in it?

Rosemary.

Seems like maybe we should...

We should...

Mary.

Rosemary.

We're known to each other quite a while now.

No doubt you could do better but, well you don't seem to be doing much so,

will you have me?

Dammit, is that not enough for you?

All right.

Seems like you won't be satisfied until I'm on my knee.

Would you marry me?

So it's true, you have the Kelly madness.

Kiri!

I thought Tony was having me on.

What are you lurking?

Your dad's sending the fire over from Mundia.

I thought you'd want to know.

So you're taking up with the donkey.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

It's not clear he could run like that.

Tony!

Half

of Ireland, just not me.

I'll go.

You will not.

Rosemary!

What?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Leave it.

What's he on about?

I hope you've no part in this, mother.

Tony means to sell the farm to his brother's son.

At him?

In America?

Yeah.

That's why he wants the land back.

The Yank doesn't want to be bothering with Gates.

Oh, he'll be...

He'll be bothering.

Not much of your father and you.

Proud to know it.

Two bulldogs.

No.

I'm a swan.

Why would you think of denying Anthony?

Leave it.

No, if you want to talk to me about these Gates, you'll talk to me about Anthony.

What there is to say, I won't say.

You've kept him down with the promise of this farm.

Not a word of truth.

Don't cross me, Tony Riley.

Are you in love with Anthony?

It's more than love.

Don't be.

Now go while your damn Gates are open.

No, I'm not... I'm not done with you.

It's not normal.

I don't care.

He'll never marry.

Well, then neither will I and he will be in his house and I'll be in mine.

Rosemary!

Be quick, I need to pee.

And you'd sell to a Yank, would you?

He's a Riley.

He's a Yank.

You're trespassing now.

Drop this plot or I'll kill you.

Would you have the place go on auction?

Anthony will never marry.

Oh, he will.

Wake up!

Look to yourself.

No, and if it comes to that, I'll freeze my eggs.

Your what?

I'll freeze my eggs.

If he's slow, I'll wait.

You should freeze your whole body if you're waiting for that.

I believe he will come to me.

I need this settled.

I'm telling 75.

Listen.

The farm goes to Anthony.

Just say it.

I can't.

Rose!

Take notice.

We're not done, sir.

We're not done.

How will we be done?

I need these gates down.

Tony.

You're right.

I'll never marry.

It's your land, you... you do what you like.

I'll manage.

I fancy that.

Ma'am!

Jesus, you're trying to kill me.

Never mind that.

Guess whose car I saw parked at the church on a weekday.

Whose?

Tony Riley.

Was there a funeral?

He had a parking lot to himself.

I don't believe it.

Why would a heathen man, like Tony Riley, be kneeling in a church?

He knows he's wrong.

He knows he's wrong.

Hiya.

How you doing, laddie?

Perfect.

What's the drink?

I don't really know.

It's called an orange blossom.

I'd have one.

You presume, don't you?

That's right.

Certainly not.

I do presume.

Cheers.

Where's Anthony?

Killala.

Why'd he go to Killala?

Why does anybody go to Killala?

I wish Mary was here.

She loved to chew.

She did.

What do you think she'd think of you selling the farm away from Anthony?

I can't think about it.

But that's the question, isn't it?

What would Mary Kelly say to see the farm just taken from her only son?

Because he was a Kelly.

Like herself.

I'd come out to eat a meal, hear someone singing.

Leave off.

Gorgeous.

Gorgeous.

And now we'll hear one from a local beaut.

Rosemary Muldoon.

Wish me luck.

What's she doing?

Going to sing.

My neighbour, Mary Riley, may she rest easy

in heaven, she sang this song into the ground.

And when she passed, it was like the birds lost their voices.

So I'll sing it now to remember her.

Now the summer time's coming And the flowers are richly blooming And the wild

mountain thyme Rolls around a blooming heather Will you call a seagull?

I will build my love about By the clear and silver fountain And I'll cover it over

With the flowers of the mountain Will you call a seagull?

And we'll all go together To the wild mountain thyme

All around the blooming heather Will you call a seagull?

If my true love, he were gone I would surely find another To pull a wild

mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you call a seagull?

I'm only trying to do what's right.

For who?

The farm.

The farm doesn't know a thing about right.

And it won't know.

Do you know why my husband went to war?

With the crows, Tony.

He was shaking his fist.

We'd lost a child.

A boy.

He was shaking his fist.

You have your children and you've had your life.

Do you want more than that from God?

What time is it?

It's so late.

It's early.

Where now?

The cemetery.

Perfect.

How high do you think that wall is?

What's your name again?

Anthony.

Anthony, we are strangers.

That we are.

And we'll never see each other again.

No, we will not, no.

So I'll tell you my worst secret.

Please do.

I've slept with a priest.

No.

I have.

Twice.

Shocking.

In my mother's bed.

Worse and worse.

I'm a disgrace.

You are.

But I can top it.

What you got?

A tininess in my brain.

A tininess?

Yikes.

Here he is now.

Hello, Anthony.

Welcome to Ireland.

You remember Adam.

Of course.

Nice to see you, Anthony.

Welcome to Ireland.

Thanks.

How's New York?

Terrific.

You gotta come.

Yeah.

Right.

Yeah.

Let's get you aboard.

Could you go ahead and take my dad?

I'm gonna rent a car.

Okay.

Great.

I'll see you there, Pop.

Thanks.

It's good to be home.

Yeah.

It's Grant.

He came for his birthday.

From the missus.

Seventy-five years old?

That's right.

Yeah.

Still going to Two Gates?

We are.

Why?

History.

There's a lot of history in Ireland.

Who's this now?

Tony.

Welcome.

It's pissing rain.

Good day for the ducks.

Where's Adam?

He'll be along.

He's renting a car.

An automatic outwager.

Oh, yeah.

You can get one.

Is it that much to shift the gears?

How's Aoife?

She's falling apart.

Her heart?

Her legs.

Lungs.

Blind in one eye.

Are they coming to the party?

They'll come.

Oh, there's nothing left of him.

First, half his head was cut across with tuberculosis.

Cut across with it.

I need to try to kill him, sir.

But the gun only took off his lip.

Oh.

Oh.

It left him smiling all the time.

He wouldn't like to look at him.

We're Eerie, but you leave after.

You're sparing the children.

Come on.

We didn't scare our big white friends.

Right, lads?

Mother of God.

What do you think?

How would you say this?

This is an automatic.

Anthony, that is a Rolls Royce.

Rolls Royce?

Can you believe the sound of the words, da?

A Rolls Royce?

It's the finest car I've ever seen.

And that's how Antony Reilly fell in love with a donkey.

Henry, I've got you a little something.

What do you mean?

It's Tony's birthday, not mine.

What is it?

Open it.

Huh?

I'm looking at it and still don't know what it is.

Come on.

It's a raincoat.

It's white.

It's a white raincoat.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm Tony's nephew, Adam.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Rosemary Muldoon.

Yeah, I know who you are too.

You're on the next farm.

I am.

And you own that little piece of land between those gates.

I do.

And you're gonna sell it to me.

To who?

You?

That's right.

You're a little confrontational.

You think so?

I do.

Too much so?

I don't know.

Look in my eyes and ask me again.

You gonna sell me that land?

That was strong.

I don't know, I might sell it, I might not.

I'm all a flutter.

Jesus.

What's he doing?

He got himself a metal detector.

Huh.

Did he lose something?

No, he's just shy.

I guess that's one word for it.

It's hard to hear your mom's not feeling well.

It's nice you came for the birthday.

Yeah.

I wish I could stay a little longer.

I have to get back.

That's too bad.

You should come to New York.

I do in New York.

I could take you to see the Lion King.

I don't want to see the Lion King.

Anyways, who'd see to my farm?

You run that by yourself?

Yeah, I do.

How many acres do you have?

I don't know.

How do you not know how many acres of land you have?

Because it's just a number.

But I'm all about numbers.

I manage money for a living.

Oh, does money need you to manage it?

I'm not sure.

You seem sad.

Waiting for that one?

I don't know.

I don't know.

What are you waiting for?

Me?

I don't wait.

I do like Dad.

You should come to New York sometime.

I don't want to see the Lion King.

What do you want to see?

The ballet.

You wouldn't guess that.

I've never been to one.

I've heard he's fallen in love with a donkey.

But you heard wrong.

I'm sorry, I just don't understand you people.

You just seem to accept these crazy things.

Like that gate situation and... And what?

Loneliness.

Is that your car?

Yeah, I rented it.

Why do you bring such a fine car to a farm?

For show.

Yeah, I don't understand that.

Have you eaten?

No.

Steer clear of the pudding.

I think it's off.

You know what?

I know it's off.

What

kind of madness is this?

We done it for the Americans.

It ain't seldom we nice to have a picnic.

God love them.

Happy birthday Tony.

Mami sends her love.

Tell her to feel better.

I win.

Are you going?

I am.

How's Rosemary's mother?

She's in a bad way.

How bad?

Bad.

My mother's gone.

What kind of cows are these?

They're called Charolais.

Away, lads!

Go on!

What are you doing?

Picking mushrooms.

Are they okay to eat?

Yeah.

It's a grand thing to do with children.

Pick mushrooms.

Hmm.

What a beautiful spot.

Yep.

That one looks a little freaked out.

It's the coat.

He doesn't recognize me in the coat.

They're hungry, though.

Come on, now.

So how many acres do you have, exactly?

I don't know.

How does nobody know how many acres they have?

They're not a direct people, you know.

You want to be a farmer, then?

Yeah.

No, you don't.

You want to own a farm.

It's not the same.

I could be a farmer.

Wake up.

You're no farmer.

I'm a farmer for it.

Maybe you've been a farmer too long.

How's that?

You've been talking to Cleary.

What did he say?

Something about you and a donkey.

I'm going to kill that man one day.

The world will thank me for it.

I can't sell you the farm.

Listen, Tony.

Even if I have to put up with the gates, I'm still interested.

No.

God would fault me.

What is it?

Those two?

I don't know what they're going to do, but I can't be the reason they're apart.

I was there on Eva's wedding day.

I never saw a lovelier bride.

Anthony.

Anthony.

Anthony.

You all right?

Bring me my pipe.

Are you serious?

Your pipe?

You can't smoke with the oxygen.

I don't want it.

What are you doing?

You need that.

Throw that tank out of my room.

I'm going to do it.

Okay, I'll do it.

The nurse will have my head, though.

The nurse?

Won't come till morning.

She smells smoke.

Her perfume's worse.

It's late.

That it is.

There's a star in the window down near the ground.

Have you ever seen a star down low?

When I was a boy, from that very window.

Light it for me.

All right.

I see it.

The star.

This was your room.

I'm joking.

I told you.

No matter.

I like it.

No.

Sit by me, son.

I'm sorry to be leaving you, Anthony.

Don't say it.

I'm sorry.

It's a lonely spot here and it'll be hard to face the morning when I'm gone.

Jesus.

The farm's yours now.

And I'm sorry to be leaving it to you.

Not as it was given me.

Don't think of it.

It's nothing.

Listen, son.

Your mum.

I didn't love her.

What are you saying?

Truth.

The loneliness.

It had gotten into me.

I don't know why she said yes.

I walked by her half the time without so much as a nod.

She bought me children.

Trish, what are you?

I felt nothing.

Till one day.

Something.

Gave way.

Out in the fields in the wet grass.

The quiet hand of God touched me.

Something came to save me, son.

It'll come for you too.

I can't name the day.

The rain let up.

The sun shone on me.

And I started in singing.

Just like that.

That old song.

Mum's song.

Do you know it?

Sure I do.

And they'll all be singing.

Old gold singing.

Singing.

In the field.

Me.

I was never that man.

And I knew it was Mary.

So I sold off that bit by the road to Muldoon for 200 quid and bought her a real

ring of gold and took the brass one from her.

Oh what days we had there.

After times.

In the kitchen.

In every room.

Going to her now, son.

Because I know she's waiting by that old front door for me yet.

Can you forgive me, Anthony?

For what?

For selling the right of way.

For having no faith.

That you'd find your own way, be your own man.

Am I proud of you too late, son?

I don't want you to die.

I'm sorry.

I sold that bit by the road and left you with two gates.

And that I thought I'd taken the rest from you.

However I hurt you, I want to die with a clean slate between us.

Surely I'd forgive everything.

I love you, son.

I can't say it enough.

I know you.

My daddy.

My daddy, my daddy.

You will always have.

Love.

You don't...

Let go before you kill me.

Right.

Good man.

You are a good son.

Thanks, Dad.

I have faith that love will find you out in those fields where you wander.

God bless you.

And you.

I'll sleep now.

Do you want the oxygen?

I'll try it with that.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye, Daddy.

Good morning.

What's this?

I've cleaned out the high pasture.

They're like locusts.

God love them.

Crows have a lot to say.

But your father killed them all.

He tried.

Still smoking, I see.

Brought you some stew on the bench there.

I can cook.

You don't, though.

And now that Mam's gone, I've got no one to do for her.

It keeps me busy.

Right.

It's good walking weather.

One place is the same as another.

How can you say it?

It was done at the bog-cutting turf.

The heather is everywhere.

You're cutting your own turf.

Too late.

It's a two-man job.

Or one woman.

Yep.

That's the world now.

Men are useless.

It's not so.

Men aren't useless.

What's a man for now?

What's his place?

That's for you to say.

I'm not talking.

Maybe the quiet around the thing is as important as the thing itself.

Do you still hear the voice in the fields?

I don't know.

It's not a modern idea.

I'm not a modern man.

You have the farm.

I do.

Are you happy?

No.

Why not go ahead and be happy?

Huh.

Don't know how.

I don't know.

There is no one left to catch you laughing, Anthony.

True.

How many days do we have while the sun shines?

It's not shining.

I believe that it is.

You all right then?

In what way?

Up there in the house.

Alone.

So you put this gate between us?

I did.

Why?

It's dreams.

Dreaming about everyone I've ever lived.

It's a lot.

Ancestors and more.

The whole circus, the history of people.

And me at the front.

Like the leader of some marching band.

Jesus, I sat up in my bed.

Didn't know what to make of it.

Here I am alone as a castaway and my night is spilling over with people.

We're known to each other quite the while now.

Here we are.

Never thought about what I said.

A witch may never speak.

I see you at church.

I wouldn't go if you didn't.

I think you should evacuate this country altogether.

Do you mean it?

Why not?

Do you want me to?

Maybe you should.

Maybe I will.

Come by the house sometime.

I will, maybe.

You won't.

You should quit the smokes.

Maybe I will vacate the country.

It's like teeth, isn't it?

Come again?

The buildings look like teeth.

OK.

I got you on the plane.

I lost my sense of purpose.

I have to go back tomorrow.

You're kidding.

I hired a man for two days, no more.

You came here for one day?

I did.

I bought tickets to the ballet.

Will you take me?

OK.

I

have to say, you look like an absolute goddess today watching that ballet.

She protected him.

Who, the bird?

The white swan.

You're the white swan.

How did you know?

I was joking.

I am, though.

Listen, Rosemary, I'm from the school of thought where

it's best not to let romantic ideas ruin your life.

Who's doing that?

You.

But my head's a lot harder than yours.

Right.

But if you want to be happy, you have to be a little more realistic.

I mean, I'm not so sure about love, but marriage is a practical partnership.

Who's going to take out the trash, that kind of thing?

What marriage?

Do you want to be married?

Is that a proposal?

No.

I mean, in general, do you want to be married?

I suppose.

Me too.

Anthony, however, I don't think he's the marrying kind.

How would you know?

You were right next door.

And nothing happened.

I'm not next door, no.

No, you are not.

And I find that very promising.

Have you ever had a dream, like since you were a child, and you couldn't let it go?

Sure.

What did you do?

I let it go.

Why?

Because the kinds of dreams kids have make you feel like adults miserable.

Like a banker dreaming of being a farmer.

Sure.

But let me ask you this.

Has your dream made you happy or miserable?

Look at the lights everywhere.

Everything to your satisfaction?

It was grand.

The river's gorgeous.

My

God, what did you do?

You know exactly what I did.

And now, being the gentleman that I am, I'm going to walk you back to your hotel.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Adam.

Yeah, I'm flying over.

Is that right, Will?

All right.

I wanted to get your opinion on something.

Um, I don't want to step on anybody's toes, but, uh, you know, do you know?

Uh, uh, no.

No, no, no, no, no problem.

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, do you mean it?

Well, okay.

All right.

Okay.

Bye.

On

my own property.

Do you mind that much?

Come down to the house.

Don't you dare seeing enough of your back.

It's a full day, I tell you.

Don't pint that thing at blister.

It'll kill us both.

Irish farmer.

You're not an Irish farmer, though.

Uh, how do you know?

Well, for one thing, you don't look tired enough,

and for another, your hands don't look like feet.

Okay, uh, well, everyone has a fantasy in mind of farming.

What?

You know, most men's fantasies aren't about farms.

Open the shutters.

It's a good day to keep them shut, maybe.

Take what comes.

Open.

Open the shutters.

Take what comes.

Take what comes.

It's high and mighty.

Did you see that?

I saw it.

It's rain.

Just give us the coat.

You should see it to your heart.

She's alright.

No, she's raising hell.

There's nothing new there.

I can't stay.

Are you serious?

Look at yourself.

Take off those boots.

Jesus, you have every light burning.

It's, uh, in your honor.

It's a fortune, electricity.

I'm not blind with it.

Is that better?

Just.

What?

Jesus, would you look at the rain and it'd drown a fish.

It would.

Oh, God.

Flossie, what's she doing?

She's jealous, I'd say.

Your horse is no better.

Bad sister, let her drown.

No, I will not.

You shouldn't have let her in.

Why not?

I wouldn't let you in.

It's alright, Flossie.

Come on now.

Here, make yourself useful.

Swab that floor.

Mother of God, don't look.

The house is in ruins.

What are you talking?

It's a bloody showcase.

No, it's a stye if I'd known you were coming.

Is it a bad time?

What time isn't?

You know, if it weren't for rare signs from

heaven, I'd have nothing in my mind but doom.

Rare signs from heaven, is it?

How few they are.

Here, sit down.

Sit down, you're three-quarters drowned.

Here's a towel.

I have a handkerchief.

Jesus God, how long's that been in your pocket?

I don't know.

It's half alive.

Here, give it.

I'll wash it if it doesn't jump up and run.

Look, I have to go.

I'll come back another time.

No, you'll come back, will you?

It's your first time here since never.

Look, put down the weed whacker.

It's a weed whacker.

It's a metal detector.

What are you after out there besides the odd treasure?

Unexpected stuff.

Coins, maybe.

Coins?

You're out looking for coins in this weather?

Of course, ma'am.

Just let me see if I have a guinness.

I have a full day.

Why do you make everything so hard?

Me?

Well, not you specifically.

The Irish.

It's like they never can really, you know, seize the day, make a move.

Well, it's an island.

You know, you've got to be careful.

You don't want to call attention to yourself.

See, I like attention.

Yeah, of course you do.

You're an American.

I tell you, I'm just here for the minute.

You will visit, or I'll know why.

Now, they say this new bottle of guinness is as good as the pub, but that's a lie.

But it isn't too bad, maybe.

There's a taste of glass.

It does.

You know what?

Don't open it.

I'm going to open it.

No, don't.

It's done.

I've opened it.

Jesus.

Useless but to drink now.

Alright, share it with me.

Me?

I couldn't.

You're only saying that to divide the time in half you'll stay.

Sit down and share it, or I won't touch it.

Oh, look at you.

You are a demon tempting me with a drink.

Jesus, have you got a rope?

It's a perfect day to be hanging yourself.

Don't joke.

Do you think about it?

What?

No.

Why?

Do you think about it?

Suicide.

Think of little Es.

Are you not serious?

I should probably blow myself up and be done.

With what?

The shotgun.

I do.

She lives in the hall closet loaded and ready.

I don't believe it.

See for yourself.

Jesus.

Why do you keep it?

Against the depression.

You're depressed.

Are you serious?

I'm shattered with depression.

I'm shattered with black clouds of depression.

But why?

Since I quit the cigarettes.

Oh yeah?

No, I heard you quit the damn smoke.

So it's very good.

No, it isn't.

I thought of taking poison.

I can't stand being alive.

It's like a kettle boiling blood that comes up into me and all these feelings.

Jesus, your own blood turning against you.

I can see it.

Is it that plane?

Sit down again.

Don't stand over me.

It's only the rare signs from heaven that give me hope.

What you've got.

It's anxiety.

That's what it is.

Is that the name for it?

Sure.

It comes over me in waves.

It's nothing.

Those are feelings boiling up, isn't it?

Sure I hate them.

Feelings are useless.

I think it's worse than a man.

I can't stand a man with feelings.

A man with feelings should be put down.

Can I make you a sandwich?

No.

I'm going to.

I told you, I have a full day.

Your Guinness is good.

Do you like it?

It's perfect.

It's not the pub?

No.

You should come by more.

The girl needs a chat.

Can I make you another sandwich?

Rosemary, I have to go.

You do not.

I have to get to the airport.

My cousin is coming from America.

Who?

Frank's son, Adam Riley.

Him?

The show-off?

The one with the grand card?

The one who missed all the funerals?

Yes, that one.

He's going to want to be brought round.

What do you mean?

Well, he called me.

He did?

He's going to want to meet people.

Well, you'd be good.

Me?

We could swing by.

Swing by?

You've never swung by anywhere in your life.

All right.

If you want to know the utter truth, I believe

Adam is coming from America in search of a wife.

It seems a long way to come.

He has an idea that an Irish woman will be made of

better stuff than these girls she meets in America.

That's true.

What about Mary O'Connor?

Mary O'Connor?

Does she still have that whistling tooth?

Yes, she does.

God, love her.

No, I was...

I was thinking more somebody like you.

Me?

What?

Who's like me?

Well...

You are.

I was thinking that maybe you might let him take a look at you.

Take a look at me?

In what way?

Your beauty.

Well, this is the first I've heard about beauty.

Oh, don't pretend you don't know.

Do you want to put me in a shop window like one of those Euro floozies in Amsterdam?

What are you talking about Amsterdam?

I'm talking about your cousin and you'd bring him round to look me over,

would you, like I was a red heifer?

I see what you mean about the smoking and giving it up, Rosemary.

You're not yourself.

How would you know?

Your temper's rough.

Did he offer you money?

I've got to look smart and get the car.

He'll be waving.

Don't you think about walking out on me.

The shotgun!

Jesus Christ, Rosemary, the shotgun!

What are you talking?

If you turn your back on me, I swear by Satan, I will blow a hole in you.

Christ, Rosemary, if it's this bad, go back into cigarettes.

You'd put me back on the smokes, would you?

Bad sense to you.

Hey, don't be cursing me.

After what I've been through with the detoxification, just sit down.

You're upsetting Flossie.

He lands soon.

I've still to get the car.

I'll drive you.

You'll be there.

Sit down.

Will you calm yourself, then?

All right.

Shh.

You'll have another Guinness.

I can't have two.

You haven't had one.

You had a half.

Jesus Christ.

Shh.

Peace now.

Drink the Guinness.

Go on.

Isn't that nice?

Mm-hmm.

Are you a homosexual?

What?

Are you gay?

Are you gay?

No!

No.

Why would you try to give me away to your cousin?

It's a solid idea.

He's a fine lad.

It means he's rich.

So what?

So what?

Well, don't you want to be rich?

No, I want a man.

Adam's a man.

Adam smells like soap.

He smells like the lilies of the field.

Why would you want to smell the cows on me when you could smell the lilies on him?

I'm the one who should smell good.

A man should stink, like you.

Oh, well, thanks for that.

Don't provoke me.

Me provoke?

The fact of you is enough to put me off my game.

It's good that you're tall.

Men are beasts.

They need that height to balance the truth and the goodness of women.

There's no answer to blather like that.

Hope, it's a force.

And women are the same.

There's no salvation of the world.

I believe that.

I mean to make you believe it.

I'd like to believe it.

There's no truth to that business of you and the donkey, is there?

Who told you that?

I never believed it.

I will kill Cleary one day.

You should have come for yourself.

No.

I thought maybe it was the cigarettes that put you off, so I quit.

You did that with regards to me.

I did.

You brought me to my knees.

I can tell you my emotions were unspeakable, Anthony, unspeakable.

I was desperate.

I went to New York.

What?

When?

Tuesday.

Mother ghosty electric.

You went to New York on Tuesday.

How?

On a plane and back Wednesday.

You went to New York City for one day.

I kissed Adam.

You what?

I kissed him.

I kissed him.

I kissed him.

Good morning, folks.

We are now starting our descent into Ireland.

Are you being met?

I am, yes.

You?

No.

You snore.

Really?

Yes.

I don't think I do.

They must be single.

What stopped you?

Is it Fiona?

Are you still mooning over Fiona?

No.

I think it's Fiona.

What the hell with Fiona?

I opened my heart to her and she was gone like yesterday.

What did you say to her?

Never mind.

Say it to me.

No.

Have you ever wondered what I wore when I wore less?

You've lost me.

Jesus Christ, Rosemary.

Shut up with that.

I see you at church.

You say I'm beautiful.

So have you thought about me?

Have you thought about my shape?

I don't know.

Have you thought about picking me up and carrying me off to the moon?

No.

What is it?

Just tell me.

Are you a virgin?

I'm past the time.

I've still to get the car.

No.

No.

I am driving you.

You kissed him.

It was he that kissed me.

That's what's got him worked up.

That's why he's coming.

Time is running out.

Now you tell me your secret, Anthony.

I told Fiona.

And she ran like Satan.

I'm off kilter.

It doesn't matter how.

Is it because you hate people?

No, I don't hate no one.

You can't shock me.

I have thought of everything.

I've made my peace with it.

All right.

Okay.

I believe that I am a honey bee.

Say that again.

I believe that I am a honey bee.

I'll get the car.

I don't believe it.

You don't think you're a honey bee.

You're having me on.

You do?

How long?

I don't know.

I think that I'm a honey bee.

I always have.

You are Anthony Riley.

Whatever I am, God knows me.

Is this why you never told me I was beautiful?

Well, that's in the nearness of your farm to mine.

And it's true.

Bees don't like smoke.

Let me drive.

No.

Slow down.

I don't care if you think you're a bee, Anthony.

You think you're a bee.

I mean, you think you're a bee.

You think you're a bee.

But you keep your eyes on the road.

Never mind.

I don't care.

Half dying would live in for you.

Watch out!

Mind the road.

Do you think I'm a bee?

No.

May I know what I am?

You are a flower.

The most beautiful bloom that grows.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

Anthony, you are good for me.

No, I'm a disgrace.

Well, get at him.

You've already kissed him.

He kissed me!

You'll marry and go to America.

Have you never thought of marrying me yourself?

I have.

What stopped you?

I came to your house and when I looked for

my mam's ring, sure I'd lost it altogether.

Is that what you've been doing with that metal detector?

Looking for your mother's ring?

The fact that I lost it said it all.

A man like me should not marry.

Watch out!

What are you doing?

You're going to bust the axle.

Everybody thinks they're something they're not.

Couldn't have to be.

Watch out!

Watch out!

You've destroyed the car.

It's fine.

It's not fine.

It's my car.

Look at it.

To hell with the car!

What?

Perfect!

Would you make up your mind?

Are you waiting or shining on us?

Tell me.

Standing on this holy land of Ireland, why shouldn't you marry me?

I see things.

I'm delusional.

For the love of God, woman, I think I'm a bug.

So what?

Sometimes I think I'm a house cat.

But you're not.

No, but I don't stay with it.

Because I know I'm a swan.

You do not literally think you're a swan.

I do.

Does that make me useless as a wife?

Muddy the waters.

Jesus Christ in heaven.

We're walking in circles.

We're standing in your land.

Just give us a chance.

If it was meant to be, I'd have found the ring.

We say what's meant.

Life is here.

We name it.

But Adam is waiting.

Look at me.

Look how I look at you.

I don't know if I can live shutting a house for the woman.

You can have the winds and the fields.

You just think of me as the open door.

We're here for you.

We can have your ring, too.

What's this?

Found it by my gate.

My mother's ring.

God in heaven sent to give me hope.

What do I have to do to have this ring?

I wanted you to get you to sing me.

I'm afraid.

What?

Just think of the pleasure.

Take your ring.

Sure it's yours.

It always was.

That's it.

What are you doing?

Look up that hill.

What?

There's a bit of light up there.

And I don't know about you, but I got that tired of living in the rain.

I like to bring a fella up here who knows one song, not two.

Don't let him escape.

Lock the door.

I'm told he's got a singing voice.

The gnomes heard it saved his wife.

And she's not talking.

Okay.

I'm mad, too, you know.

How are you mad?

You'll find out when it's too late.

Will you take down the gates?

Never.

Stood up?

Maybe.

I don't know.

You ever seen the Ring of Kerry?

I have.

Yes.

Would you like to see it again?

The voice I heard in the field.

It didn't say go.

Not just that.

It said go to her.

Look,

it's that mad horse of mine.

They say if an Irish man dies while he's telling

a story he can rest assured he'll be back.

Okay, I need you.

Come on.

Rosemary, come on.

We're going over with the flowers on the mountain When you're gone I'll see you all

If my true love she were gone I would surely find another To pull by a mountain

All around the blooming heather, will you go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together to the wild mountain tide.

All around the blooming heather, will you go, lassie, go?

Will you go, lassie, go?

Will you go?