All language subtitles for Widows.Peak.1994.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-ABM

Morning, ma'am.

The curse of god on you!

God bless him.

Isn't he great for his age?

Miss Grubb, you bold thing,
you're taking us home.

It's the third Sunday,
the day for the cemetery.

I thought you'd like to
pick up master Godfrey.

Godfrey is not next
or near the house.

Jesus!

He's at the dentist.

You have the height of
luck, Mr. Doyle-Counihan.

Sunday dinnertime, many a
professional man might be intemperate.

Now, local anaesthetic.

I got it at the local.

Mr. Clancy, suddenly
I feel a lot...

that's what they all say.

This is the only place
where toothache is unknown.

Open up now, sir.

Think of your mammy's lovely
house burning to the ground.

That's the stuff.

Now, identification parade.

You'll tell me when
I get warm, won't you?

Fair dues now.

Are you sure?

We're on the pig's back.

I won't need to pull
that bugger. It'll walk out.

Still, no sense
in discouraging business.

Hold still now.

How's the mammy?

Fresh and well she's looking.

The woman, I always say,
is born for widowhood.

It is her natural vocation.

The woman is incomplete
until himself is 6 feet under.

Who are you telling?

You are a youngish man.
You may have noticed,

no sooner does a widow
leave off wearing her weeds,

than people are never done
telling her how ravaging...

how ravishing she looks.

Would you that is
why your own mammy,

having been twice bereaved,

is ahead of the field
in the beauty stakes?

Nobody's going to tell me
I don't disinfect.

I dote on women, so I do.

I could look at them
until the cows came home.

Mr. Doyle-Counihan,
I would not, at this minute,

but in your dirty
agony of the damned,

except that the first
that I set foot in this town,

I saw her... miss Catherine O'Hare,
a Jewel,

a skylark in the hen house.

She's as poor as job's ass

in a town that's as rich as god.

She has the smallest house

and the sweetest smile
on widow's peak.

There's a secret
about her, would you say?

Where does she fit in?

If you know, don't tell me.

I like a woman
with a bit of mystery.

Oh, the first day I
capped eyes on that one,

I made up my mind.

If she ends up as
anyone's widow,

it'll be as mine,
or I'll swing for her.

I have good news for you.

Back that at a 100 to 8,
you bollocks, you.

Ladies, that'll do.

Enough's enough. We
don't want to spoil them.

Oh, Mrs. Lacey,
no getting morbid.

If you please, ladies.

It's a busy day for us.

Anything stirring, miss Grubb?

It's Clancy the dentist.

He's calling on miss O'Hare.

Oh, show.

It's too late.
They've gone in.

The silly woman.

You'd think she'd had
enough of that sort of carry-on.

I do hear he's
overly fond of his jar.

He's a man.
That's enough.

What, dear?

I said he takes the snuff.

Oh.

Good morning, miss O'Hare.

I hope I didn't
hunt your visitor.

Oh, Mrs. Doyle-Counihan,
not at all.

Mr. Clancy was just...
Admiring my roses.

Sure, why wouldn't he?
Would you like a jaunt?

Excuse me?

Get in next to me.

Sure, where's
the harm, says you,

in a bit of style?

How are you, ma'am?

People do pay me
compliments on my roses.

I do tell them there's not
a ha'p'orth of skill involved.

A weenie bit
of loving care, maybe.

Mind, I'll own up to it.

I wouldn't mind to
grow a Rose of my own.

And you will, please, god.

I don't know.

But if I ever do,
I'll call it the widow's peak.

You'll what?

In honour of our little kingdom

and how snug we are in it.

My dear, I hope
you'll do no such thing.

Widow's peak?

That's the name used by
the jealous boots in town.

Miss Grubb, slow down.

It's the Lucy girl.

The poor creature.

What poor?

Now, we gave her
every chance, so we did.

Get it adopted, we said to her.

But she'd sooner make a
show of herself and of us.

Where will she go?

Where do you think she'll go?

Why else did god in his
goodness invent England?

A new rose, now
that'll be nice for you.

And, of course,
it means you won't be leaving us.

Is it me?

For gracious sake, why
would I want to leave?

Now, aren't people scandalous?

The way they talk about
yourself and Mr. Clancy.

About... corner-boy gossip.

But don't mind it.

The word is he's
popped the question.

Hello.

Hello.

The question?

One question or the other.

Excuse me?

And we all know
what the other is.

Mrs. Doyle-Counihan,

Mr. Clancy is a gentleman
through and through.

He would never
dream... miss O'Hare,

do you see the green in my eye?

Now, listen here.

You know me of an old date,

and I don't rub
vinegar into a cut,

but it doesn't do to have
too short of memory.

We don't want that
carry-on a second time.

Once bitten... yes!

And a woman of your years...

Has the man no decorum?

So it's true then?

Old Mrs. Melody's
cottage has been sold.

Now, there's another excitement.

I'm too old a dog

to act in breach
of my instructions.

Your revered mother...
R.I.P...

laid down terms under
which property on widow's...

on the hill may be leased...

no children under adulthood,
no males of any kind,

except in the case of
your son master Godfrey,

and no married or single ladies,

unless by exceptional
consent of the residents.

In short, ma'am, all is well.

Oh, rather,

the new owner of melody cottage is,
unhappily,

a widow.

Unhappily.

And, what is more, a war widow,

or, at least, a postwar widow.

Her husband,
Major Broome, V.C.,

recently died of
wounds received in 1918.

Will you go to god?

...Do you mean... he
was in the English army?

No, he was with the Germans.

Wait till word gets out.

And that man's wife
is coming here?

If you please,
miss O'Hare, I'm talking.

Now, I can't say I'm
partial to military men.

They have a coarseness
I can do without,

but a medal now is different,

especially when it's,
from what they call...

for valour?

Posthumous, I was going to say.

Posthumous is nice.

And his wife?

There are no children?

You're certain?

The lady is a bird alone.

She should be flying
in just anytime now.

Shit!

Hey!

Damn it.

Oh, my!

Had a puncture?

No, my car threw me.

Let me give you a hand.

Ha ha.

Ha ha, yourself.

Thanks, but don't you think

you might get dirt
on your fancy dress?

A few spots?
Who cares?

The very thing.

Mrs. Broome,
isn't that it?

10 out of 10.

I saw the removals van.

I'm Godfrey Doyle-Counihan.

The mammy and I live
up the hill from you.

Up widow's peak.

Widow's... in Kilshannon,
Mrs. Broome,

widows are as plentiful
as freckles on a redhead.

Maybe you knew that?

I came to Kilshannon
for the climate.

What climate?
We're in Ireland.

Was I misinformed?

Before you Jack up the car,

aren't you supposed to
put a wedge under the wheel

to keep it from...

would you say I'm doing
you a small favour right now?

Don't tell me you
want a favour in return?

Nothing of a disgusting nature.

When you meet
the mammy, and you will,

don't let on to her that
I can change a tyre.

Why?

She thinks I'm like
the rest of the men,

helpless, bit of a namby-pamby.

You know what mammies are like.

I put on an act for her.

I pretend I'm
helpless without her.

She'd never get over it

if she didn't think
I wasn't helpless,

that I could do
things with my hands,

like, changing a tyre.

I'll keep your secret.

Oh, look.

Are you in trouble?

Let's just say if I
had a bad reputation,

you're doing it
the power of good.

You've arrived.

Excuse us.

I was married, you know.

Yes.

And I still like a good stretch.

Sorry I can't offer you tea.

No teapot, no cups,
no sugar, no cream, no tea.

I could, light a fire.

A boy scout.
I'm sure you could.

Tell me, do you have a maid?

Not until now.

You'll need one.

Up here on the peak,

having someone in
to polish your silver

marks the point where women
leave off and ladies begin.

I don't make the rules. The women do,
rather, the ladies.

Each one has a maid.

After you've been a widow
for 30 or 40 years,

having a chaperone around
may not be a necessity,

but it does wonders
for the morale.

Mr. Doyle-Counihan,
I think you're a brat.

Let me give you a tip.

Out of the goodness
of her heart,

first thing the mammy
will do is find you a maid,

and 10 to 1...
it'll be mata hari.

Oh, yes?

Maddie O'Hara, that is.

During the recent troubles,

Dublin castle had an intelligence
network that was only legendary.

Maddie would knock them
into a cocked hat.

The sorrowful fact is,

where mata hari is concerned,

there's no such place
as no man's land.

How many times?

14, Canon.

She takes the front
lines with her.

Was he married?

My sister's husband, Canon.

Oh, dear, dear god.

Did you take pleasure in it?

I... I didn't mind.

Oh, dear, dear, dear god.

Trot out the details.
Spare me nothing.

So, Mrs. Broome,
tell this poor admirer...

is that what you are?

What brought a beautiful
woman like you

to end up on widow's peak?

Truthfully?

When we're better acquainted.

Bargain.

There, that'll put
a bit of warmth into you.

It's taking nicely.
Be roaring in no time.

Well, I'll love you
and leave you then.

But remember, next time
you see me with herself,

don't let on to her
I'm such a handyman.

Mammy's the word.

Good luck now.

See you soon.

I can't wait.

Is this Mrs. Broome
that's in it?

Yes. Hello.

I'm Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

What way are you?

God bless you, you're as
welcome here as rain in a drought.

Thank you, I... creature,
you, what are you doing

sitting where the people
from the town sit?

Move down with us.

Yes, you will.
Now, up you get.

No, really, I... now,
don't be shy.

There's buckets of room.

Now, I say you will.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Thank you, but I was
quite comfortable.

It's not the thing.

What?

We keep separate
from the townies.

We don't mix.
That's the custom,

well, at least,
some of us don't.

Miss O'Hare, make room.
There's a good woman.

Now, down you sit.

Isn't it a massive film?

I do hear tell you see
god in the second half.

Miss Grubb,
have you the few sweets?

So, tell, how
are you settling in?

Yeah, no, wait.

Where is my manners?

Mrs. Broome,
this is miss O'Hare.

Oh, butter wouldn't melt,
but a great character.

How do you do?

Miss Grubb,

why are you tempting me,
you bold strap, you?

Will I, won't I?

Will I, will I, will I?

I'll introduce you to the
other ladies at the house.

We're all going there
for tea after the film.

What was I asking you?

Oh, yes, are you settled in?

I think so.

It was a bit confusing
to begin with.

The pace is so
different in Ireland.

But I'm getting the hang of it.

But, you're not
English after all.

Pardon me?

What I mean is,
your accent is American,

isn't it?

Oh, lord, is it so noticeable?

Yes, well, I grew up in America,
in Washington.

My father was military
attaché at the embassy there.

Oh.

The British embassy, that is.

...grand.

Here comes god.

Thank you.

Then, after the war,
I... I went to France

to visit Nigel's...
my husband's grave.

I suppose one might
call it a pilgrimage.

They gave him a medal?

A what?
The V.C., yes.

I couldn't go back to England,
not to live alone.

We hadn't been
blessed with children.

So, I went south,
to the riviera.

I took a house at antibes.

I was there seven years,
since 1919.

Then I left, and here I am.

And where else
would you want to live?

Nobody in their sense
would live in France.

What made you
decide to honour us?

Don't tell me you were tired
of the blue sea, palm trees,

and the sunshine.

No. No, in many ways,
I was... Sorry to leave.

But you did.

Miss O'Hare, you're
being inquisitive.

If Mrs. Broome had a
mind to move from one place

and go live in another,
isn't it her own affair?

Ladies, amn't I right?

Yes.
Of course.

I enjoyed living
in the south of France.

There's no secret why I left.

I... I had to.

I didn't want to
go back to England.

There were too many,
um... Painful memories.

You had to leave?

Well, I hardly like to say.

I'm sure.

You see... It is, miss,
O'Hare, isn't it?

I had been married, and,

now I was a widow,
and I was still,

forgive me, quite young.

My husband had seen to it
I was not uncomfortably off.

I left antibes because,
um, because of men.

Because of fortune hunters.

Oh, wasn't that woeful for you,
you creature, you.

Well, it was probably
time to go anyway.

I missed hearing
my own language spoken,

and I missed the climate where
you get snow and sunshine

and rain and fog,
all in one day.

And Nigel had often spoken
so affectionately of Ireland.

He loved this country so.

He told me how he came
here for the shooting.

Really? What did he
shoot miss O'Hare,

honest to god.

Why not? It isn't as if
we're ever out of season.

Mrs. Broome,
don't mind a bit of her.

Miss O'Hare has had
family misfortunes.

Oh, dear.

And even so,
we don't talk about such low goings on

as wars and massacres
and people getting shot.

We leave that to the men,

seeing they're good
for nothing else.

Does that include
englishmen as well?

Miss O'Hare,
I think you've exceeded your allowance.

Anyway, fighting
and troubles and such,

aren't they all behind
us and in the past?

No.

Another piece of
sweet cake, Mrs. Broome?

No, no refusals, no.

Yes, you will,
just in your hand.

How wonderful it must be,
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan,

to have a son who's so, helpful.

Oh... Godfrey's a wonder.

We'd be lost without him.

He's the only man here
who's worth his salt.

A man? God forgive you,
Dolores furlong.

She wants to put
ideas into his head.

He's all I have,
Mrs. Broome.

Go on. You're
an old COD.

Still,
the mammy and I are great pals.

Oh, how lovely.

Are you in business,
Mr. Doyle

Godfrey. I do have a profession,
yes, the law.

But I don't practice
much these days.

There's too many jobs
around the house.

Oh, poor Godfrey.
Sure, he tries.

I'm sure.

That reminds me,
I'll be needing a housemaid.

I wondered if you might...

with a heart and a half.

In fact,
there was one woman I heard about

who sounds like
a Pearl beyond price.

What was her name?

Oh, yes... Maddie O'Hara.

Oh, dear.

So, what do you think?

About the widow?

Well, would you not say
you could do a lot worse?

Fortune hunters
she ran away from.

You could be well-matched.

Oh, son, put away your toy.

Your mammy's talking.

I'm not one of those mothers

that thinks they
can hold on to a son

down all eternity.

Oh, you'll go from me someday,
I know that.

So, now, what do you
think of her?

Now, mammy, stop it.

No matchmaking.

I'll decide whether I
like Mrs. Broome or not.

You wasteful child, you.

What do you think mammy is for?

Why do you think
there's nothing but divorces

in America and England?

Because people choose for themselves,
that's why.

It's scandalous.

I think I'll call upon
her Saturday afternoon

and ask her to go
for a stroll by the lake.

You do. Do.

And,
pretend you're as good as 10 carpenters.

Yes.
Make yourself useful.

Yeah.

A widow. That's good.

She knows what there is to know,

and her stomach would
have been turned by it.

She'll have learned her lesson.

She won't harm a hair of you.

I have made inquiries
in the neighbourhood,

and really, miss O'Hare...

or Maddie.
May I call you Maddie?

You sound like
absolute perfection.

Nothing but the highest praise.

I shouldn't have said that.
You'll want more money.

Well, let's not quibble.

Shall we say whatever you
were getting at your last place

plus 5 shillings a week?

I do, however,
have two firm rules

that we must agree on
from the start.

The first is no gossiping.

I will not have
what happens in this house

talked about.

Gossip oh, no, no.

Please,
I wasn't for a moment suggesting that...

I swear on the grave of
my mother that's dead...

it isn't necessary.

If a word of gossiping
or carrying stories

ever passed my lips
or ever will,

may I be put sitting

on the hottest hob in purgatory.

May I splutter steam... please,
I...

until good Friday
falls on a Saturday.

Maddie... miss O'Hara,

I was merely stating
a rule of mine.

The fact is,

everyone I've spoken
to in Kilshannon

agrees they haven't
heard one word of scandal

pass your lips.

One could as soon get gossip

from the town hall clock.

Excuse me?

As for the other rule,

I can't abide doors
or drawers or cupboards

under lock and key.

It's a fetish of mine.

I like everything...
Open and accessible,

so of course I need a
person such as yourself

who... who doesn't pry,

who respects the privacy
of her employer.

Is that too eccentric
on my part?

I'm dead.
That's what it is.

I've died and gone to heaven.

Good evening.

You're ready.

Guess what.
I've had an idea.

You look... oh, good.

As you've been so kind

as to take pity
on a lonely lady,

I thought,
let's make the most of its being Saturday,

and instead of a walk,
why not a dance?

Good god.

Whenever Nigel was on leave,

we'd go dancing every evening

and all at the savoy.

People nicknamed us the castles.

You've heard of them?

Vernon and Irene castle
from America.

Oh, well, the fact is...

don't tell me there's
no place we can go.

I'll drive us into Limerick.

Unless there's a party
or a hunt ball...

don't tell me there isn't any.

Well... no dancing at all?

Well, yeah... well,
good. Let's go.

But you have to be...

Maddie, I'll be back
before midnight.

If my luck runs out.

Y-Y-You don't get my drift.

This is not the kind
of dancing that you... oh...

This place we're
going to... Katy Daly's.

Who did you say?

That's what it's called.

I ought to warn you,

it isn't exactly
the savoy in London.

For heaven's sake,
Godfrey Doyle-Counihan,

don't you think
I can make allowances?

Potted palms, four old ladies...

a harp, a violin,
a piano, and a cello.

Who cares?

Con. Mr. Clancy.

How in the world do you do that?

It's the same as pulling teeth,
only in reverse.

That woman... she's that
peculiar friend of your mother's.

Miss O'Hare.

She oughtn't be here
no more than us.

Mind you, she's mad.

She doesn't like the English much,
does she?

I don't know why the old dears

bid her the time of day.

They're such snobs,
and she's poor.

Have you ever thought to ask?

I once said to the mammy,
"what's the secret?

What is this hold miss
O'Hare has over you?"

You know what she said?

"Ask me no questions,
I'll tell you no"...

oh. It's over.

Stay out of the ditches.

Good evening, miss o'h...

cold for the time
of year, isn't it?

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the next dance will be
an old-time waltz.

Ladies' choice.

And, for this dance,

the special spot prize
will be two tickets

for the premiere performance
of that great film

the big parade,
starring John Gilbert.

Ladies' choice.

Does ladies' choice
mean that I'm supposed...

hey, mister, would you
be on for a dance?

...i'd... i'd,
I'd be delighted.

Jesus, I'm made for life.

Would you like to?

I was ready to slash my wrists.

Shall we?

Lovely orchestra, isn't it?

Do you come here often?

Terribly jolly, isn't it?

Jesus.

Now, now, now.
Everybody stay where ye are.

Don't move a muscle!

Off you go, Mrs. Fogerty.

Take five paces forward!

Over here!

Not a jig out of anyone!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Are you there,
Mrs. Fogerty?

I am.

O.k. So now, um,
um... Turn right!

Take three paces!

1, 2, 3.

Yes?

Now, now, now, turn left.

Take six paces!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Yes?

And now, last of all
and for the prize,

turn left again.

Oh. Something disgusting
stepped on my shoe.

And take two short paces!

1, 2.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I lost my balance.

Have we a winner?

We have!

Excuse me.

Come back here!

There ye are. And
the great style of you!

Who deserves it better?

I deserve it better!

This woman pushed me.

Oh, Katherine.

With all her strength.

I did no such thing.

That's a lie.

How dare you. I fell
against you accidentally.

To be sure you did.

The same your lot have
been falling against us

for 700 years, accidentally.

I see.

I'll take that, if you please.

While there's breath
in my body, you won't.

Kindly let go.

Give it to her.

No!

I have no desire
for a public quarrel,

least of all in public.

As far as this prize
is concerned,

you're welcome to it.

Thank you.

Once you own up

that I did not
push you deliberately.

Ha!

Katherine, just leave it.

Hey, mossie, you're slipping.

You ought to dance
with a better class of mot.

That one would take the pennies

off a corpse's eyes.

Hey, hey, hey!
No rowdyism!

That's mine.

Then take them.

If women don't want
them tickets, I do!

Con, what's happening?

You should know.
You started it.

Can you not do something?

Sure, if one of them
needs a dentist.

I'm new here.
I don't know that woman.

I've never done her any harm,

and yet she hates me.

Why?

Because you're English.

Is that the reason, really?

No.

Mrs. Broome... Edwina.

Edwina.

Did you really bump into
miss O'Hare by accident?

Of course.

Well, good night.
Thank you.

Most of it was lovely.

Thank you. And I really
enjoyed the drive.

Perhaps next week we could...

come to tea on Monday.
We'll talk about it.

The mammy wants you to sit
on the ladies' committee.

It's town planning
and things like that.

It's dull as a wet good Friday.

I'll think about it.

I wouldn't. Good night.

Good night.

Why did you ignore my
advice about mata hari?

Don't you know
that your private life

will become knowledgeable

throughout the
length and breadth

of the 26 counties?

I don't mind in the least.

I don't have any secrets.

Good night.

Good night.

If you'll excuse me
saying so, dear,

dance halls are for
people not like us.

Now I don't blame
you, not a bit.

You're English. You have no
idea about social distinctions.

Miss O'Hare was at the dance.

Yes, well... She's one of... Us.

She is, and she isn't.

She's half and half.

What has she got against me?

I've tried to be friendly,

but it's war
to the knife. Why?

Why,
why. "Y" is a crooked letter, pet.

What does that mean?

I haven't the remotest.

Why don't you
have a talk with her?

Yeah, be nice.

I have been nice.

Be nicer. Put yourself
in the right

and her in the wrong.

Oh, there's Godfrey!

Mammy!

Coo-ee!

She wins prizes for her roses

every year
at the adare flower show.

Tell her you never
saw the likes.

♪ Rump Dee dump Dee da da ♪

miss O'Hare.

Maddie,
I'd like to talk to miss O'Hare

privately, if you don't mind.

I brought you a peace offering.

It's just some fruit
from my garden.

I have no use for it...

the fruit, I mean,
not the garden.

Miss O'Hare, don't you think

we could at least
talk like grownups?

If I've done
anything to offend you,

I promise you that it
simply wasn't intended.

I knew it was
no use coming here,

but at least I tried.

If we're not friends,

it's by your choice, not mine.

Goodbye.

Would you look
at the face of her?

What ails the woman?

What badness is in her?

Is there any rhyme
or reason to it?

I don't know.
She's rude and hateful,

and there's no reason to it.

No!

Ma'am, them's the ones
for the flower show.

She said,
"I brought you a gift."

Next.

Ladies, are you coming in,
or aren't you?

And then you know what happened?

She went over
to the prize rose bush

and broke two of them.

This is a likely spot.

For what?

A proposal.

How did you know?

My late husband proposed to me

in the lake district.

He believed water was romantic.

Your own mother's
never done saying

that all men are alike, so...

In that case, it would be

like marrying
the same man twice.

I came here to be rid of men.

Fortune hunters.
That excludes me.

We have pots of money,
and so have you.

Otherwise you wouldn't
be huntable.

There are those who'd say
we're well matched.

Including your mammy?

Especially the mammy.

You want to be rid of men?

Marry one.

I don't like idlers.

I'll go back to the law.

I don't like lawyers.

They consort with criminals.

No, they don't. They
consort with other lawyers.

That's what I said.

Isn't there some family business

selling bottled mineral
water from the spa?

That's how we made our money,

but the well dried up years ago.

Then import some water.

Better still, use ordinary water

and whatever makes it
taste disgusting.

My god, you're as crooked
as any lawyer.

Aren't I just?

When I receive your proposal,
I'll consider it.

Meanwhile, it's customary

to provide a sample
of goods on offer.

Um... Who's going
to provide the sample?

Think of it as
mutual... tit for tat.

Bloody fool!

What do you mean,
fool? That's my car!

Stop it!

You say the woman on
the bicycle was too far off

to identify as miss O'Hare?

Well, allow me,
if you'll pardon the expression,

to Mark your card, ma'am.

Even if you could identify her,

and it was miss O'Hare,

there's not a shred of
evidence that she did it.

Who else could have done it?

That's not what a judge
would ask a jury,

especially not if the jury

and the defendant was Irish

and the plaintiff was English.

It was she.
I know it was.

Ma'am, I have a son
in Trinity college

and a wife who says
without a fur coat

she'll die of pneumonia,

so I could do with a fat lawsuit

that would last a week.

I could assure it tomorrow
against miss O'Hare.

Then do it.

You'd lose,
and the Irish are a litigious race.

She'd bring a
countersuit against you,

and the upshot would be

she'd never need to
take a lodger again.

A lodger?

The poor thing hasn't two
ha'pennies to rub together,

so from June to September,
she rents out a room.

If you sue miss O'Hare,

you'll be backing
the wrong horse.

She's too well liked.

What am I to do?

There's no end to her malice.

She's called me a thief.

My car was almost wrecked.

What next?

She's a harmless soul,
a relic of old decency.

Between ourselves
and these four walls,

what did you do to her?

Own up.

Nothing.

Well, not really.

Anyway, she started it.

It's because I'm English.

Are you codding me?

I see no humour...
because you're English?

Yes. For some reason,
she loathes and detests anyone who...

and who do you think
her lodgers are?

Tourists on holiday

from London and
liverpool and Birmingham.

They come back year after year

because no landlady
has ever made them

feel so much at home
as miss O'Hare does.

She hates you
because you're English?

You'll have to do better
than that for a yarn.

Ma'am! Ma'am!
It's on the wall.

What are you talking about?

Oh, ma'am, what's writ on it.

Writ? What do you
mean, writ?

You mean written?
Written where?

One thing I won't be
is a hindrance.

Seeing as the regatta's upon us,

I'll do my bit, same as always.

The ladies' committee
won't even know I'm gone.

Will we not?
You think so?

And you, you'd
throw away 30 years.

Change your mind.
Yes, you will.

If that woman's
on the committee...

but she lives here.

She's entitled to be
on it, as you are.

Katherine, it's not too late.

What began as a quarrel
is turning into a scandal.

There's talk of graffiti.

I know nothing about that.

And her motorcar won't
be mended for a month.

She's clever.
I'll give her that.

It's all my doing.

Poor miss O'Hare that's
gone astray in the head.

It's all laid at my door.

And she's you fooled as well.

Me the car and the paint

and what happened at the dance.

She's the one behind it all.

It's part of what
she's been up to.

And what's that
when it's at home?

I think it's to do away with me.

To... because she knows
I can see through her.

I gave myself away

the first time
I clapped eyes on her.

She credits me with
being smarter than I am,

but I know a gold ring

from the brass one
you'd find on Halloween.

A gold ring.

I'm talking about her,

about her not being
what she pretends to be,

and that's maybe why
one of these dark nights

poor miss O'Hare
will walk into the lake.

Into the... don't you see it?

Are you blind?
She's up to murder.

Miss O'Hare.

Did you talk her out of it?

Quite the opposite,
Mr. Clancy.

I think she's tired of,
slaving for the committee.

She ought to rest
for a month or so.

Aye,
with all my doors and windows locked.

Watch her.

What?

I said watch her.

She trusts you in her innocence.

I don't, not so far
as I could throw you

or the whole breed of youse.

I'm telling you, mind her.

What is it that ails her?

I don't know.
She has queer ideas.

Has it to do with the past?

What?

I mean before I came
to Kilshannon.

I know there was something

because, well, I'm fond of her.

I ask her how it was the
time she was growing up.

She won't answer me.

She looks out the window
or the lake,

but not at me.

So what is it?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. Clancy.

There's nothing in the past.

Nothing.

Hey, now!

Easy now, son!
Not too quick!

Hold it, hold it,
hold it, hold it!

Easy, easy!

Go on, go on,
go on, go on, go on.

Ready.

Go on, go on,
go on. There you go.

Oh, Con!
I'll fall in!

Not a bit of you!
Hold on!

Hey! Come back!

What about me?

Admiral.

Good to see you.

Grand.
You're here.

Well, come on.
We'll get aboard?

Well, what's the rush?

The rally's in inishkeen,

and the harbour's
a little on the tiny side.

The boats arriving last
have to moor out on the lake.

That's bad?

It's all right rowing ashore,

but rowing back isn't.

Because of the currents?

No. Because of the pubs.

Mrs. Broome.

Hello.

Right, everybody.
Let's get aboard.

Come along,
mammy. Lend a hand, miss Grubb.

What fun!

Right, mammy.
Come on. Up you get.

Up, up. That's it.

I think I'd better
go in the car.

No, you won't. Come.
Get in the boat.

Oh, Godfrey!

That's it. Stop it,
now. Up you get.

Hands and shoulders up!

I wouldn't go near a boat,

only the doctor told
me I needed exercise.

Right. That's it, mammy.
Come on, down below.

What next?

I never dreamed.
I had no idea.

What?

That Ireland was like this.

I'm so glad I came here.

It's perfect.

Almost perfect.

Well, the "almost"
can be rectified.

Say you'll marry me.

On this lake and under this sky?

The gods would strike us
dead for our impertinence. No.

I'll say it on dry land.

You will?

Godfrey!

The boat will steer itself.

Look. Not a feather
out of it.

You'll say yes then?

Today I'd say yes if
miss O'Hare invited me

to drink a glass of her
own blackcurrant wine.

Not bad.

You'll do.

Yes... You'll definitely do.

Is that her up ahead...

the old witch...
Miss O'Hare?

Yes.

Oh!

Just hold the wheel lightly.

That's it. Gentle. Be
gentle. Just a touch.

Pretend she's a woman.

You say the loveliest things.

Godfrey, will
miss O'Hare get to...

Wherever it is
we're going ahead of us?

Inishkeen.

We're faster, but
they've got a head start.

If we opened her up,
we could make it.

We could be first round
Hamilton point,

and then again, we might not.

Then open her up,
my future husband.

Oh!

She gaining on us.
I think it's a race.

Godfrey, stupid child,
put the brakes on!

Won't it go any faster?

Too many small boats around.

It's considered bad form.

We can't overtake them.

The point's too close.

You're heading for the shallow!

Go back to the channel!

We've done it!
We'll be in first! Yes!

Good girl yourself!

Better luck next year!

Jesus, they're on top of us.

We're never going
to overtake them.

There's no room!

Then they can
fucking well move over.

Do you want to see
them on a shoal?

Do I? Heavens to Betsy,
what a terrible idea.

Edwina! Throttle back!

Let go of me.

Oh!

Get over!

Get... back!

Oh!

Did you see what he did?

Tighten those sheets!

Hold 'steady.

Katherine... Are you hurt?

I'm fine.

Are we sinking?
I can't swim.

It won't be necessary.

One of the few advantages
of going aground

is that you can walk ashore.

Do you need a hand?

Hold on! There's
boats coming!

Can I throw you a line?

No! Don't let him.

Don't let them come near us.

Don't worry, I won't.

You want to tow us into
deep water to sink us properly?

Let me help you aboard!

No!

It's all right.

We won't want for rescuing.

You'll be back on the
lake inside a month.

Just needs a denture
and some bridgework.

I'm sure.

What's a couple
of cracked bicuspids?

You'll be sailing
this boat till you're 100.

Another 80 years, what?

Miss O'Hare.
Can I just say,

my family will gladly
pay for the repairs.

There, now.

It was my fault entirely.

I shouldn't have let Edwina...

Mrs. Broom...
take the wheel.

I don't suppose there's
any point in asking

if she could possibly
say how sorry she is?

It would just make
the day perfect for us

because we're actually
going to announce

that we're going to be engaged.

Oh, well.

That's great news.

Engaged, what?

God send youse good luck.

What do you say, Katherine?

She completely lost her head.

Didn't know the
rules of the river.

Don't pass on the
right... Pass on the right...

It was just high spirits
and lack of river sense.

We wouldn't like
anything to spoil our...

she tried to kill us.

What?

Murder was what I said.

And I was right.

Woman, you're raving.

I worked it out.

What she'd a mind to do
was to ram us

in the midstream where
the water's 40 feet deep.

Are the pair of you blind?

Can't you see what was going on

in that murderous brain of hers?

And she'll try it again.

And as long as
she's not found out,

she'll go on trying.

All right, Con?

Is this seat taken?

No, no.
Quite all right.

Absolutely fantastic!

I say! I thought you said
it was dead around here.

It must be one of them mirages.

You don't hear a mirage. You see it,
you hick.

I love men when they're witty!

Excuse me. Might one
inquire what the occasion is?

If it's public.

It's the regatta dance...

For the regatta and the rally.

Excellent. And...
Forgive me,

but are there nonteetotal
beverages available?

Not for the likes of
them that's had enough.

I don't know you.
Go 'way from me.

We don't know him neither.

We gave him a lift
from outside nenagh.

Ma'am, first lieutenant Rokesby

of his majesty's ship heroic.

Lads, will we go
to the ol' dance?

I say we will.

At your service, ma'am.

Truthfully,
I've had a somewhat chequered 24 hours.

Fell into bad company
in Dublin last night

and missed my ship.

Courtesy visit, you know,
not bombardment.

Thought I'd catch up
with it in cork

and took the road to
Limerick by mistake.

Going to be the devil to pay.

That serves you right.

And the devil's cure to you.

Thanks very much.

Hey, admiral..

Someone calling?

Hey, limey, coming in?

Why not? Lord knows where
I'm going to sleep tonight.

Oh, I say.
You going, too?

Good. I have
a partner.

Go away from me.
Go on.

Drunken englishman.

Thank you.
Keep the change.

You came in. Grand.

How do you feel?
Are you all well?

Yes. I think I'd like to go home,
actually.

Excuse me, gracious lady.

May I have the
pleasure of this dance?

No, you may not.
Go 'way.

One small circle of
the floor will suffice...

Or to as far

as where they're
serving refreshments.

Am I in my own
country, or amn't I?

They're everywhere
I go, tormenting me!

You're annoying the lady.
That'll do you now.

You're saying I offend her?

Not at all. It's just she's
not in form for dancing.

Drinks are down there.
Good lad.

So much for the friendly Irish.

To you.

Good god, it is!

It's you!
Well, I'm damned.

Excuse me?

You... here,
of all places.

God, they do say
it's a small world.

Sorry. I've never
seen you before.

Yes,
you have. Don't talk gammon. Where was it?

I've forgotten your name.

Wait. Tell me
who I am.

You're mistaken. I
really don't know you.

You're being a nuisance.

She doesn't know you. Come,
Edwina.

Edwina?
That's not it.

Yes. Now I remember.

It was at antibes.

We'd put in at Monaco for repairs,
and you...

Oh, my god! Yes!

I don't believe it!

You, here, of all places!

How damn priceless!

I don't... Godfrey,
I need some fresh air.

They're going to make the
announcement about us.

Let them.

We have to be here.

Everyone's going to applaud...

for Christ's sakes,
Godfrey! Don't be so childish!

Con! Why don't you treat Mr... Rokesby,
ma'am.

Rokesby, Rokesby...
To a drink?

Thanks very much.
Sure.

We'll take Barney
Murphy's horse and trap.

A few more steps,
then a good night's sleep,

and you'll be as
right as the rain.

I have no drink
in the house... For him.

He wants more drink?

I want more drink.

Wha why are we here?

Be quiet.

Up you get.
Can you manage it?

Oh!

Splendid Irish hospitality.

Infinitely obliged!

Don't worry, you'll
sing for your supper.

There you are.

All right.

You got the door open?

No.

Home already?

Oh, yes.

All ashore that's going ashore!

Right in the harbour.

Steady, now.

Home, sweet home.

Oh, good time
for beddy-byes.

Oh, no,
Mr. Rokesby.

The night is still young.

You and I are going
to have a little drink.

Just first tell me...
just you and I.

I don't like driving off

and leaving you on your own

with him for the whole night.

Aren't you a guard?
You're jealous.

You're as good as a tonic.

No, I'll be safe
with Mr. Rokesby.

Even when the English
are murdering you,

they're always pure gentlemen.

Well,
if you're sure... Good night, Con.

Good night, Katherine.

Good night, Maddie.

Good night, miss...

Now,
then... ♪ I'll be your sweetheart ♪

♪ if you will be mine ♪♪

Good evening, Maddie.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Are these what you
were looking for?

I suppose you remembered

you'd forgotten
to re-seal my letters

after you'd steamed them open.

What?

May god forgive you.

I never.

May I drop down dead.
It's the weather.

I beg your pardon?

Rain one minute, sun the next.

Sure nothing sticks.

I knew there was an explanation.

Glue is useless.

What a climate.

True for you.
It's fierce.

Maddie... I want to know...

About that woman O'Hare.

About miss O'Hare?

There's nothing.

She has no money.

What does she live on?

Why doesn't she live in town

instead of here on the peak?

She's nobody.

Why do Mrs. Doyle-Counihan
and the others

put up with her what
makes her one of them?

Is it blackmail?

What does she know?

Nothing.

It's the ladies who... who
know? Who know what?

It was... Well?

It was agreed long ago.

It was a bargain they made
with miss O'Hare...

That it would never
be talked about.

No, nor mentioned.

Not ever.

I see.

Well, you're going
to talk about it now.

Good morn to you, miss O'Hare.

Isn't that a grand
class of a day?

Grand, thank god.

I haven't clapped eyes
on you since the regatta.

Were you not well?

Oh, no, I... I thought it
might be dangerous to go out.

They say everyone's
got a summer cold,

the kind you can't get rid of.

Will you walk with us,
or will you take the bike?

...I think I'll go
on shank's mare.

The banns are called
between Godfrey Doyle

and Edwina Broome,
both of this parish.

If anyone can show just cause

why this marriage
should not take place,

he or she should do so
to his lordship the bishop

or to any one of the priests
of the parish.

This is the third
and last time of calling.

Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

Canon.

Well,
the church clerk hasn't come haring around

saying that somebody's
ready to swear to it

that the groom-to-be
is in the freemasons.

I think we can safely use
racing parlance and say

the tapes are up.

And as for you, young man...

I've never known
anyone born so fortunate.

When I look at this
beautiful young woman...

Mrs. Broome!

Miss O'Hare. I wouldn't
know a bit of you.

Such a stranger you are
these two weeks.

Ought I to offer
my congratulations?

I'd be pleased if you did.

In that case, I do.

God love you.

And I congratulate
myself as well.

I walked to mass.
Did you know that?

I didn't take my bicycle

because the brakes
weren't working.

Really?

Such a steep hill.

Wasn't I blessed?

But what I really
congratulate myself on

is that once you're married,
you'll be safe,

and no one can touch you...
not me, not anyone.

And that means
I'll be safe as well.

So that's the height
of good fortune

for the pair of us,
wouldn't you say?

Canon.

Safe? ...What's
she talking about?

What does she mean by that?

I have no idea.

The creature.

Old maids are the same
the world over.

The poor mind always gives way.

Will you come up, Canon,
for a bite of dinner with us?

What is it, Con?

I hope you went to early mass,

because you're
late for this one.

What's happened?

Someone put this
through my letterbox.

Whoever wrote it
doesn't put his name to it,

but I'd like to know
if it's true.

Read it.

It's short, but not
what I'd call sweet.

Well?

Con,
th... this sort of thing... is it true?

A... A long time
ago... A girl...

A different person.
She...

Con, you can't walk away.

You can't walk away.

Lunch, mammy.

Dinner, Godfrey.

There's me own sister,

sister Teresa Gonzaga
from the carmelites...

They let her out on
condition she doesn't talk.

And there's me cousin
Mossy Cooney

who's in the government...

And Godfrey's uncle
on his father's side,

a gunman in the troubles,

ambassador to the Vatican now,

and the commodore of the
yacht club that's had the stroke,

but is coming in spite of it.

Oh, such a dinner!

It'll be the talk of the county.

Excuse me...

Mrs. Doyle-Counihan,
for interrupting your lunch.

Dinner.

It's a private occasion, pet.

I know that,
so I won't take up your time.

This morning,
Con Clancy got a letter.

It said as how I'd had
a baby 30 years ago.

Miss O'Hare... The baby's
father was a soldier...

Out of the Garrison in Limerick.

It was the oldest story
in the world.

I was that innocent.

I believed him when he said

he was off to fight
some foreign war...

When it was over,
he'd send for me.

It was 1904,
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

Your own Godfrey wasn't
even into long trousers.

I remember
the salt tears you cried,

begging me not to keep
the baby like I wanted to,

but to give it to strangers.

You promised that
no one in the town

would ever mention it...
Or think bad of me...

That it would be looked after.

What I wanted was
to have the child

and rear it and be
a mother to it.

But yourself and the ladies,

them that I still see
every day around me...

You said that for me to keep it

would be an insult
to good-living women...

To them that were
well in with god.

So in the heel of the hunt,

I went to Dublin
and had her adopted.

And youse kept your word,
I'll not deny it.

There was the little
cottage, all for myself...

No rent to pay... And I
was never looked down on,

because I'd done what was right.

I suppose I reminded youse
of how good youse were...

And how christian.

The baby died.
Did you know that?

What? Well, no.
How could I have known?

When she was 3.

I thought to find out

what kind of people
she'd gone to...

And if they were good to her.

It took me a long while,
but I managed it.

I'm a great finder out
of things.

She... she'd been
with a doctor and his wife.

Nice people.

Only there'd been Scarlet fever
where they lived.

I felt sorry for them.

So... Oh,
your lovely lunch is going cold on you.

So this morning,
Con Clancy got a letter.

And now he's done with me.

Maybe it comes from having

too high a regard for a
person in the first place.

It's not them you can't
forgive for being human.

It's yourself for
being so foolish.

My secret is out,
and my race is run.

Con Clancy will die
in his own bed,

and me in mine.

You were foolish, too,
Mrs. Broome.

If you hadn't hated me enough

to want to destroy me with this,

then I wouldn't be here now

and you'd be getting
married to himself there.

You might even have
finished eating the food

on the plate in front of you.

Are you saying I wrote
an anonymous letter?

Did I mention
that it was anonymous?

I don't think so.

But 'tis no matter.

'Tis the day for them,
all the same.

For letters, I mean.

We'll be at least agreed
on that score, Mrs. Broome.

That name isn't yours,

but then, I don't know what is.

This letter is from
Mrs. Edwina Broome.

She lives in Scotland.

Her husband
was major Nigel Broome,

who won the Victoria cross.

The war office
sent me her address.

The English are good
for something.

She says
that you're an impostor.

If I were you, I'd
go back where you came from

before she sets the law on you.

Edwina, tell her.

Tell her what?

You tried time and
time again to harm me,

but at mass this morning,
I said, "I'll say nothing.

Let her marry him and get
her hands on his money."

You?

"And more power to her."

I don't know why.

Maybe I lack for poison
inside me.

Then Con got that letter.

You were wrong about one thing.

I'm finishing my
lunch. It's lovely.

You went to so much trouble

leaving all those papers around

for Maddie O'Hara
to spy through.

No wonder you wanted her
as a maid.

She was your best
character witness.

The mistake you made was
taking the name of a real person.

If you hadn't done that,

all I had was the word
of that Navy officer

that met you at the brothel
in France.

He said you could do more
tricks than a conjuror.

The holy sister,
what she's trying to say is...

she's going to faint.

That young officer said
that thanks to you

the ship missed its manoeuvres,

but the crew didn't miss theirs.

What did he mean by that?

He was being kind.

He wanted to go around the world,
so I let him.

I don't think I'll
stay for pudding.

Goodbye,
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

It was magical.

No!

Godfrey.

She's not to go.
I won't let her.

You have the cheek of you.

Now eat your dinner.

Lunch!

Whatever! Sit!

I don't care what she's
done or who she is.

I'm that fond of her.

Are you, Godfrey?

I said sit down!

I won't say goodbye to you,
miss O'Hare.

We still have
unfinished business.

That's the last
we'll see of her.

Godfrey! Miss Grubb!

Come here to me.

Mammy, what is it?

Miss O'Hare's boat.
Look.

Oh,
my god! What are we going to do?

Yeah, the police!

Miss Grubb, get the police.

Tell them miss O'Hare...

oh, the saints
protect her this day.

Ahoy, there!

Is there anybody on board?

Ahoy!

Is anybody there?

Thank heavens. I've
been on the lake all night.

I lost my sense of direction.

Stand by for a line.

Thanks.

Can you please tow
me back to Kilshannon?

My car's still there?

Where's miss O'Hare?
Is she below?

She was on board last
evening when it left its mooring.

Yes, she, she got off.

Got off?
Got off?

Excuse me. Would
you... if you don't mind.

Am I speaking to the man
from Limerick?

A man from Limerick, yes.

Chief inspector Kilkelly.

My name is
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan,

and I saw the woman
who's in there

going on to miss O'Hare's boat,

and my son saw it,
and miss Grubb saw it.

If I know
the ladies on the hill,

every one of them saw it.

I saw it, too.

Sergeant,
take the ladies somewhere comfortable

where they can make a statement.

There's not room in
there to swing a crippen.

If miss O'Hare wasn't on
that boat when it was found,

then she was drowned off of it.

"I have business
to finish with you yet,"

that's what she said.

Now we know the sort
of black business it was.

Don't get excitable.

I'm saying... this crowd
has their ears cocked

for every word we say.

Let's not be reckless.

Well, let the police walk
tippy-toes all they like,

but I'm going to say
what's true.

I won't put a tooth in it.

My friend, the friend
of all of us here,

Katherine O'Hare is at the
bottom of the lake this minute

because that woman
put her there.

And god forgive me.

Miss O'Hare
said she was in danger,

and I wouldn't believe her.

None of us believed her,
not even me.

I was a Judas.
I turned my back on her.

Now there's been a murder.

That's true.
It's been said at last.

Murder.

Did she say murder?

That woman murdered miss O'Hare.

It's true.

It's true.

She murdered her.

Murder?

Murder?

Broken-down pier, you say.

That'll be here...
Kilgarven Quay.

3 miles to the nearest village.

Are you saying miss
O'Hare left her vessel

and walked to a place

where you wouldn't meet an
ass and cart in an hour's walk?

Yes. Why not?

Why should she?

Well, it was... I told you,
we... we quarrelled,

and she said if I
didn't get off the boat,

she would.

Yet you were the one
who remained on board.

I told you
it was starting to rain.

Why should I walk out
into a downpour?

Why should miss O'Hare
walk into a downpour?

Because she was stupid.
That's why.

Was stupid,
Mrs. Broome?

I... I was talking about
yesterday.

But you do admit

that when you went
aboard the vessel,

you untied the mooring ropes.

I wanted to talk to her.

On a boat,
a person can't very well walk away.

I think they found her.

This bag and its contents

were found in the
water off Kilgarven Quay.

It belongs... it belonged
to miss O'Hare.

These are her house keys.

Any idea how it came
to be in the water?

She dropped it in the
water as she got off.

You didn't mention this
previously.

Well... I forgot.

She just dropped
her purse in the water

and made no attempt
to retrieve it?

She was in a hurry.

She did say,
"oh, shit."

Mrs. Broome...

You are to be detained
on a holding charge

of removing property,
to wit, a motor cruiser,

without the owner's permission.

You will be removed forthwith

to Limerick garda station,

where a more serious charge

may be preferred against you.

The... the door's opening.

Edwina! Edwina!

There's the murderess!

Murderess!

Edwina!

Murderess!

Edwina!

Murderess!

I was not at all surprised
that the woman was...

I won't say it.

But she tried to get
her claws on my son.

And when poor miss O'Hare...

the lord have mercy
on her... got suspicious,

well, that was
her death warrant.

A woman, whom we took
into our community,

our homes, and our hearts.

And what was in her heart,

a heart as black as it was English,
but murder?

But I say to ye,

in the name
of our all-loving saviour,

that murder will out.

Right.
Take her back, Jim.

Not much luck.

Let's move our sweep
this side along the west.

Right there!

...of the murdered woman,
miss O'Hare.

Dear god!

We will now proceed

over the point
where she was last seen.

I appreciate that
since the troubles

a good murder is hard to find.

When one does come along,
people want to make the most of it,

but this going too far.

And who the hell thinks he
knows how to print a handbill?

And this woman,
the lowest of the low,

is charged with what?

With taking what belongs
to someone else,

and they call that a crime?

It isn't even a venial sin.

We have here today none
other than Mr. Comiskey,

the Minister of Agriculture,

representing
the Minister of Justice,

and still the police
take no action.

They want, if you please,
to find a dead body.

Yeah, a body.

Well, all I can say is
they're very particular.

Good woman yourself!

Well, the people of Kilshannon
demand justice.

Now you're talking!

We have had 700 years
of English tyranny,

and now let this meeting demand

the rope be on
the other neck for a change.

Thank you,
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

Now let us say
a decade of the rosary

for the repose
of the soul of a woman

who was a Saint
when she was with us

and, alas,
is now a Saint in earnest.

I take it
there are no objections

given the nonsacred nature
of our surroundings.

None at all, Canon.

Fire away.

Mrs. Colgan?

One of the sorrowful mysteries.

Mrs. Purdieu?

By all means.

Mrs. Lawless?

Of course.

Miss O'Hare.

Miss O'Hare!

Oh, don't mind me.

Get some water.

No. The power's
gold label.

Such an aggravating
young woman I never met.

She came on to my boat
and shanghaied me.

Now there's the town
she knows something about.

She carried on about
me making a show of her

in front of the Doyle-Counihans

and all belonging to them.

For a strap of an englishwoman,

she'd talk the hind leg
off a donkey.

By the time we got to kilgarven quay,
I was so moidered...

that you went ashore.

I did. I walked 2 miles
in the pours of rain.

A cart from the creamery
at Portumna

gave me a lift to my
cousin's house at terryglass,

and it was the best
day's outing I ever had.

I'm going to live with
her. And why wouldn't I?

She's a widow
and by herself, like me.

I only came back
to sell the boat

and pack up me bits and pieces.

Look at the commotion
I've walked into.

They're gone,
and sorra a body will shed a tear.

Miss O'Hare.

I don't know.

I gave that woman

so much of me heart's blood
over the years.

I'm glad to see the back of her.

And as for the other rip.

Did she turn you
against women, son?

Only against her, mammy.

You know,
she actually asked me to go back to work.

Go along with you.

Pardon me. Will you
see Gaffney the lawyer?

I'm sure she will.

And it's Mr. Gaffney,
by the way.

Do tell me.

And to what, Mr. Gaffney,
do I owe the...

Pleasure, ma'am?
No pleasure at all...

Alas, business rather.

The business of Mrs.
Gaffney's new fur coat.

The man has drink took.

Yes. And will again
shortly.

However, I was alluding, ma'am,

to the prosperous time ahead.

To get to the point,
I'm instructed by my client,

known to you
as Mrs. Edwina Broome,

to take action against yourself,

the reverend Canon Murtagh,

and the ladies of your
committee singly and en masse

on the grounds of slander
and criminal libel.

You what?

Now, now. Forgive me.

Did you and the ladies
of widows' peak

not call my client a murderess?

Did you not give
interviews to the papers?

Did you not personally
print handbills

accusing her of a crime that
carries with it a sentence of death?

Those handbills
were Maddie O'Hara.

All I did was...

put her up to it.
Yes, I have that.

Dear me,
it seems as if all of you conspired

to put a rope
around my client's neck.

Having called the tune,
you must pay the Piper.

We'll do nothing of the sort.

The brazen nerve of her.

A woman that's a mockery
to her s-e-x.

No better than a common...

I wouldn't repeat that
if I were you

seeing as we only have
miss O'Hare's word for it.

It's called hearsay,

and, in any case,
the judge will rule as inadmissible

any attack
on my client's character.

The judge?

Oh, my god.

It's a good job you're comfortably off,
Mrs. Doyle-Counihan.

At least,
unlike the other ladies,

you will have
a penny or two left.

Oh... oh, the rip.
Oh, the rip!

How dare she?

Now, now, now, woman.

None of your ullagoning.

You ought to go down on
your benders and give thanks.

Haven't you a treasure

that neither the plaintiff nor
any woman can take from you?

A treasure?

To be sure you have...
the love of a good son.

Hasn't she, master Godfrey?

Aye, a boy's affection
for his mother.

All else will fade,
but never that.

Godfrey!

Godfrey!

Godfrey!

Bye-bye, mammy!

I'm free!

I'm free!

Help!

Help!

Help!

♪ The blue of her eyes ♪

♪ and the gold of her hair ♪

♪ are a blend
of the western sky... ♪

Mrs. Clancy.

Yes, Mr. Clancy.

Time for dinner,
Mrs. Clancy.

♪ She's the sweetheart
of sigma chi ♪♪

ready for dinner, dear?

Lamb, what is it?

I told her.
I warned her.

Gin will do it every time.

Oh, be quiet.

What's wrong?

I just remembered
when you told everyone

that the baby died
of Scarlet fever.

I actually believed it,
and I still do.

Oh, no... That's because I'm Irish,
lovey.

We can never resist
a nice sad story.

And don't remind me
about Kilshannon.

It's on my conscience.

Why on earth should it be?

There are times,
not all the time, sometimes,

when I feel we were
a bit hard on them.

Well... they were
a bit hard on us,

weren't they,
mother... 30 years ago?

♪ Every song of the Dale
in dear days gone by ♪

♪ was made bright by the light ♪

♪ of the smile in your eye ♪

♪ like a candle that's set
in a window at night ♪

♪ your fond love
has cheered me ♪

♪ and guided me right ♪

♪ sure, I love the dear silver ♪

♪ that shines in your hair ♪

♪ and the brow
that's all furrowed ♪

♪ and wrinkled with care ♪

♪ I kiss the dear fingers ♪

♪ so toil-worn for me ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ god bless you and keep you ♪

♪ mother machree ♪♪

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