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"A flickering half light,

and the room went
out as if in a dream

to include the trees
and the fields,

and the glowing deep
light of the sky.

In this soft light...
in this soft light,

the room seemed
to grow enormous,

and everything to
fill with repose."

Hello?

Hello?

Jamesie!

Yez are no good, I was out
there for several minutes

and I haven't heard a word good
or bad out of either of you.

Jesus, let an aul lad sit down.

Oh, Jaysus.

Did you ever notice, as the
body gets old and stiff,

we stay young in our heads?

And you know, it's only when we're old that
we see the old are the same as the young.

Sure, how would we know?

We're hardly out of short pants.

You can fool yourself,
but you're not fooling me.

- Cheers, Jamesie.
- Cheers, Kate.

Good luck, Joe.

You were missing from mass
again, and it was noticed.

Ah, I'm sure you know
we don't believe.

Ah Kate, sure none
of us believe.

Why do you go, so?
I never get that.

Well, me, I go to
look at the women.

To see the other hypocrites and
to watch the whole performance.

- So what's your news?
- No news, came looking for news.

- The cuckoo's back. That's my news.
- That's always good news.

- So how's the family?
- They're good Kate.

Jim and Lucy will go abroad
in the summer with the boys,

- and Mags will stay back with us.
- Oh, nice.

- Yeah.
- Where to?

Well, out foreign some place, to
France or Greece or Spain or someplace.

I'm not too sure.

How are you managing above
Bill since Peter died?

Managing fine now.

So it's just Josie and the
daughter and yourself now?

That's right.

Oi, Bill, tell me,

do you think will
Josie marry again?

You're far too fucking
nosey, Jamesie.

Joe, have you any fags?

Of course.

Light!

Take the box.

Not faulting the company,

but I'll be beating away now.

- Good luck, Bill.
- I'll see you out.

Were you a bit hard on Jamesie?

Jamesie's too newsy.

All clear.

Good luck now, Bill.

When is it ever going
to get finished, Kate?

You have great patience.

Give our best to Mary.

- I will Kate, I will.
- Good luck now.

Good luck, Joe.

Oh lord, I love the
smell of roast lamb.

Is herself inside? JOE: Busy
getting ready for London.

She's off Tuesday
on gallery business.

- Isn't she great, though?
- She loves London.

Isn't that nice?

It'll be a great relief
for you, all the same.

How do you mean?

Listen,

if you talk to the wall tonight,
is the wall going to answer back?

Tell me now, am I
right or am I wrong?

Won't you enjoy the
bit of peace and quiet?

Ah, Kate!

You're a tonic as ever.

And I thought I was landed
with this man all day!

Lovely to see you. How
are things at the garage?

All go.

Still there.

Still there.

I'm thinking of packing it in.

- The garage?
- Aye.

Why?

Ah, I've a lot of mileage up.

I buried three pals
this year already.

Lads I went to school with.

Me still bouncing around
like a spring lamb.

- Have you discussed it with anyone else?
- No.

I did have a few words with that
lady at the hotel, all right.

- Mrs. Maguire?
- Mm.

Sure, why not sit on it? See
how you feel in a few weeks.

That's what we'll do.

You know...

The rain comes down,

the sun shines,

grass grows.

Children grow old and die.

That's the holy all of it.

We all know it full well,

but can't even whisper it.

"The days were quiet,

through them ran the sense,
like an underground river,

that there would come a time when
these days would be looked back on as

happiness.

All that life could give
of contentment and peace."

Mary!

Gently.

Try it now.

Good.

And just roll it, yeah.

Oi, oi, down!

Come on!

Come on! That's it.

Well, I'll have one
in the hand, so.

That ole' range
still going well.

Oh, perfectly Patrick.

You did a great job there.

Pity I wouldn't look after
my own place so well!

The cobbler's shoes
are the worst.

How long is it in now?

- Oh, five, six years.
- Is it that long?

You've dug in well,

for a pair that came
back against the tide.

We always agreed we could go back
if we didn't like it here but,

so far, so good.

I guess you don't see it
as I do, coming from here.

There's a big difference between
landing in and belonging.

In truth, Kate,

I'm away so much now I'm beginning to
feel like a bit of a stranger myself.

I guess then it's
good being back.

I suppose.

There's been a big clearout around
here since I was a lad, you know?

Country was walking
with people then,

soon there'll be nothing but
the water hen and the swans.

What am I talking about,
the people around here,

aren't they as
ignorant as dog shite.

Well, they've been good to us.

What about Jamesie and Mary?

And you! You're a
good neighbour, also.

I'm just the jester
to the crowd.

You Irish are funny.

If you're not putting each other
down, you're putting yourself down.

You're not just a jester.

I mean, look what
you've done for us.

The range, the studio.

You have no idea what
that means to me. Really.

Why don't you put
that away, girl?

- So we can have a proper chat.
- Can we not talk while I work?

It's hard to whistle
and chew meal.

Do you think you'll ever make
those pictures of yours pay?

I doubt it.

Why do you keep at it, then?

I guess I stick at it
just to get bett at it.

Will you never have children?

Maybe there's enough people
in the world, Patrick.

- Patrick!
- Joe!

How's tricks? You were
hardly expecting me.

We expect you when
we see you, Patrick.

- How have you been?
- Busy.

Lad, people hanging
out of me for months.

Hear your poor brother is sick.

Banjaxxed, lad.

Edmund's finished.

In the hospital now, full time.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Give him our best, please.

I'm very fond of Edmund.

I must get in to see him.

I hardly get in
to see him myself.

So what brings you here today?

I came over to work on that
friggin' cathedral outside.

I suppose they're
all talking about it.

Yeah, there's no hurry on it.

I'd say Jamesie gets great
mileage out of that job.

We may advance it, all the same.

Are you fit?

How long since we started this?

Oh...

- At least two years.
- Fuck!

You really are in no hurry.

Yerra, nobody lives
or dies by it.

You don't hear that too often.

We might have to cut a few
of those branches, lad.

Measure twice, cut once.

That's it now, perfect.

That's us.

Right.

Now.

So?

- The writing, it keeps you going.
- Ah, when I want it to.

Kate's gallery brings
in a few bob as well.

Between the two of us we get by.

We still have plenty of time
for tipping about this place.

So, you're happy, lad?

Is that what you're saying?

We have our health.

Peaceful life.

Work that suits us.

Sure, what more can you ask for?

- Are you happy?
- I am in fuck.

I often don't know who I
am one minute to the next.

Why I always liked the acting,

at least then you know
who you're supposed to be.

Easier, I suppose, when
there's two kippers the box.

Do you think?

You've any notions
yourself in that line?

Christ, amn't I a bit long in
the tooth for that carry on.

Who'd have me?

"Ageing bachelor with house
full of sticks seeks company."

- You'd be surprised.
- Ah, I'm not looking.

I'll tell you that.

A peaceful life.

Why the fuck didn't
we think to treat the

timbers before putting
the fucking things up

What are you gawking at, lad?

At how the rafters
frame the sky.

The squares of light...

are more interesting
than the open sky.

More human.

And then the whole sky grows
out from that small space.

People have been locked
up for saying less.

Johnny.

Johnny? Our boy's
home from England!

Reporting for duty!

- You're welcome home!
- Great to be back.

- Johnny!
- Joe.

- Great to see you.
- You too.

Go on in there you lad
and give Kate notice.

Tell her to go to
no trouble, now!

- They're still here?
- Large as life.

Never thought they'd last.

They'll be taken
out in the hearse.

Have they been making
any go of the farm?

They'd pass. That brother of
yours is a great help to them!

All the creatures here
are treated like royals.

There's a cat within
that would get up

on it hind legs and
order breakfast!

Probably has a
bath of a Saturday.

Herself inside
draws all she sees.

She probably wears the britches.

In England, it's the
women wears the britches.

The men are too
washed out to care!

Well if she does, he
doesn't seem to mind.

There's a pair of them in it.

Come on, better go in or else they'll
think we're talking about them!

They say what keeps them here
is the quiet and the birds.

Listen to the fucking quiet and
see if it wouldn't drive you daft!

Hup! Ya boy ya!

Rum and black!

You shouldn't have.

That bottle awaits you
from one year to the next.

These sandwiches
are lovely, Kate.

It's great meat.

You can't get meat
in England, you know?

How are things over?

All A1,

England never changes much.

They've a set way of
doing things in England

More or less, alphabetical.

Not like this place.

You never know what your
Irishman's going to do next.

Sure, he hardly knows himself!

Now.

Patrick here was always
best in the plays.

- Had them wetting themselves!
- Yeah, we were all good.

You and I played
well off each other.

There were loads
at it those days.

We done tonnes of plays.

I can still see
you in the Playboy.

“It’s little I care if
you put a bag on her

"Send her picking cockles
til the hour of death;

but my son and myself,
we'll be going our own way,

and we'll have great
times from this out,

telling stories of
the villainy of Mayo."

"And the fools is
here, come on now!"

"Go with you, is it?

I will then.

Like a gallant captain
and his heathen slave

Go on, I say.

And I'll see you from this day,

stewing my oatmeal

and pickling my spuds.

For I'm master of all fights
from now, go on I'm saying!"

- "Is it me?"
- "Not a word out of you!

- Go on with it!"
- "Well glory be to God. I'm crazy again."

Good man Pat, fair dues.

Oh, bring back my youth!

And you're still in Fords?

Still there.

They have me in the canteen now,

hoovering the floors and
keeping the toilets clean.

Sure, sure you'd
hardly call it work.

Jaysus.

To think so many around here were
forced out to England and America,

and you left a crackin'
job here, netting fish,

to go cleaning English jackses!

You made the mistake of
your life when you left.

Patrick shows none of us mercy.

I tell the truth
and ask no favours

That might not always
be the best approach.

Tell me then what is, lad.

Kindness?

Understanding?

Sympathy?

Tact? Humour, maybe.

Put that out in the yard, lad.

At your service.

You wouldn't have made a
bad actor yourself, Joe.

We should've put out an ashtray.

I'm going. I'll not
be back for a while.

You'll have plenty of time to

finish treatin them timbers.

Send our best to Edmund.

Go away back to
your peaceful life!

Give our best to
Mary and Jamesie.

We might walk by
later this evening.

All right, thanks Kate, thanks.

Thanks, Joe.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Jesus, that was
some performance.

Have you ever heard the likes
of that all of your life, huh?

What was that about?

"They walked together between
the steep banks of the lane,

the banks were in the
full glory of the summer.

Covered with foxgloves and small,
wild strawberries and green vetches.

The air was scented
with wild wood pine."

So, you're writing?

Yeah, I'm still at it.

A novel? Your last one
was really terrific.

Quite a hit, too.

Thanks, Bob.

It might be a novel.

Not quite sure yet what it is.

So... what's it about?

To be honest, if you don't mind, I
don't like talking about it that much.

Of course, absolutely. Sure.

Bob! So great that
you finally got here.

It's so good to be here. I
told you I'd come one day!

What a beautiful place you have.

You know Kate, this visit
wasn't entirely for pleasure.

I'm moving on.

To the National, to the
European collection.

Congratulations!

When did all this happen?

It's been my little
secret, but it's out now

I'm thrilled,
naturally, it's a...

big step up the ladder.

Fair play to you.

What will happen to the gallery?

Well, that's partly
why I'm here.

I know it's as much
your baby as mine,

but I have to move on now.

And as I see it, we can only
keep it in the family as it were,

if you come back and take over.

Or, we sell.

Now don't worry,
there's no rush.

I won't start it
til May next year.

I have to go, Kate.

I've given it fifteen good
years, five of them alone,

and now, I have this wonderful opportunity.
- I know, of course, I understand.

Sure.

Don't say anything now.

You'll obviously need
to think about it.

It would mean, of
course, moving back.

Or you could perhaps
keep this place on?

There's someone there.

It's Bill.

- Bill, how are things?
- Good now, Joe.

- Visitor over from England.
- Very good, in fact.

- I'm after getting on the bus.
- What bus?

The bus to Carrick Tuesdays, Father
Conroy's bus, for the pensioners.

He came over to me
after mass yesterday

and asked me would I like to go on it
and help Mike and Pat with the auld ones.

Sure, I said I'd be
fucking delighted.

That's great news, Bill.

The bus will be coming into the
bottom of the lane in the morning.

Do you want me to
wander down with you?

That'd be great! Sure,
why wouldn't you?

Sure, why don't you swing
in on your way down?

I'm sorry I can't
invite you in now.

No bother!

Big day for Bill
tomorrow, he's getting

a bu into town
with the old folk.

Oh, good for Bill.
He will love that.

I have to say, he looks
like a character in

a Russian novel,
don't you think?

- He's not from any novel.
- He's all ours.

- Is he a farmer?
- He slaves for a farmer.

Slaves? JOE: Basically
works for nothing.

In his case because he had the poor
luck to be born outside of marriage.

Country's full of
battered folk like Bill.

It's not just that we

built it up from nothing,

though, that does
mean a lot. It's...

What is it?

Well the gallery seemed like an
automatic connection to London.

- I know.
- If we let go...

But your friends
are your friends,

that does require a gallery.

Yeah I know but, I wouldn't
go as often anymore. Would I?

What's your immediate feeling?

I hate to think of
losing the gallery.

But it still feels like
we're just settling

Makes me feel like we
just live here day to day.

But, isn't that
the beauty of it?

Living day to day.

Just doing the work.

Isn't that why we came here?

Why we actually left London?

You know, why don't you...

take your time over it.

Yeah.

Where will I sit, Joe?

Don't be worrying about that!

Just get on the bus and
it'll all fall into place.

You'll be grand.

There's so much colour.

It's really beautiful.

Jamesie said you'd a
visitor from England.

Yeah, Bob, from the
gallery in London.

That must've been nice.

Nice light one for you there.

Easy work.

You got a card from Italy.

Took over a whole week to come.

"Across her face, there seemed to
pass many feelings and reflections.

It was as if she ached to touch
and gather in and make whole

those scattered years of change.

But how can time be
gathered in and kissed?

There is only flesh."

Haven't seen hide nor hair of
Patrick for ages, have you?

Well, not since the funeral.

What funeral?

Edmund's.

Edmund's dead?

Dead and buried a fortnight ago.

Didn't you hear?

No! Not a word.

Well sure, we both would've gone
to the funeral had we known.

Shite. You'd have heard
if you'd gone to mass.

Sure, you could've told us.

I wanted to tell you, but...
Patrick said not to bother you.

To bother me?

Fuck it!

I should've passed him no heed.

I'm sorry, Joe, I really am.

I should've just gone for you.

Well, hardly matters now.

I'm sorry, Joe.

- How are you, Frank?
- Joe.

- Well, uncle.
- Joseph!

Is it yourself?

- You wanted to see me?
- I did.

Follow me.

Push out that door, there.

So...

You may have noticed that
a friendship has developed

between myself and
the lady at the hotel.

- Mrs. Maguire.
- That's the lady.

Susan.

Well, damn it, we're
getting married.

- Married?
- Yes.

We haven't fixed it yet.

Congratulations!

Blast ya, I know
what you're thinking.

No, I'm delighted
for you, really.

Good man.

I'll be needing a best man.

Of course, yeah,
I'd be honoured.

Fuck it, I never thought I'd

ever hear mysel say that.

That's great news.

Just nice and slowly.

Just push straight down.

That's it, slowly.

That's it. Small gap between
there and your thumb.

Through there like that.

Slowly.

- I'm sorry, Jamesie.
- No that's alright.

Okay.

Now you have it, girl.

Been the same since the
time of Adam and Eve.

And then cut it, or go again?

Just bring it
around and we'll use

it then t start
off the next one.

- We can just leave it there for now.
- Ok.

"As summer ended.

Winter not yet in.

The leaves turning.

The little vetch pods on
the banks turned black.

And on the shore, a blue
bloom came on the sloes.

The blackberries moulded
and went unpicked.

Briar leaves changed into browns and
reds and yellows in the low hedges.

Honey was taken from the hives.

For a few brilliant days, the
rowanberries were shining red-orange

in the light from the water.

And then each tree became a
noisy infestation of small birds,

as it trembled with greedy, clamouring
life until it was stripped clean."

Hey, it's Jamesie.

Something's wrong.

- Jamesie. / - Joe.
- How are things?

- Trouble Joe.
- Oh?

Poor auld Mary is meithered, she
hasn't slept a wink since this came.

Johnny was let go beyond,
and he's coming back to us.

To live? For good?

What will you do?

Mary won't have it.

What's your feeling?

Sure, I can't turn him
out like a dog, Joe.

- It's tricky.
- Mhm.

Write to him.

Tell him it's not an option.

I wouldn't know
where to begin, Kate.

I wouldn't.

Joe can write a letter for you.

It's his trade. He's good at it.

And then, you just
copy it and send it.

Would you, Joe? Would you
write a letter for us?

I could give it a go.

Ah be, jaypers, educated
man for the job!

"Dear Johnny, thanks
for your letter.

We're all good here, thank God.

We're sorry to hear about your job
in Fords, it must have been a shock.

Me and Mary were talking
about your trouble, and,

although we'd love for you
to come back here for good,

we don't think it
will be possible.

Jim and Lucy and the
children visit us often here,

and all the spare rooms are taken
up with them when they are here.

If you were here full time, there just
wouldn't be enough room in the house.

There will always be a room for
you here, during the holidays,

whenever you want to visit.

I hope you understand, Johnny.

Mary is very fond of you,

and feels bad that we
can't offer you more,

but it would be just
too tight in the house.

We trust that you'll
find another job soon

and that you will
land on your feet.

Best wishes, Jamesie.

Your brother.

Best wishes... Sending our best wishes,
sending you our best wishes, Jamesie...

They say the telephones will be
brought to every house around here

before the end of next year.

We won't need to be
writing letters anymore.

Patrick?

Patrick?

What do you want?

Came to see how you
are. Happy Christmas.

Oh, Christmas.

Brings out the
eejit in everybody.

Here. For Christmas.

What's that?

- A bottle.
- What for?

- For the pain.
- What fucking pain?

You bloody chancer!

Ah, you got me.

Thanks, lad.

Here.

Get a fire going there,

before we perish.

Happy Christmas, Patrick Ryan.

We'll have to get that cathedral
up one of the days, huh?

Don't mind that today.

- Are you well?
- Don't I look well?

As ever.

Well lad, we're laughing.

I've to clean up. Going
over to the cousins.

No Edmund this year.

We were very sorry about Edmund.

Ay.

Any new books out?

No. It's a long time off.

I'd say.

What's it about?

I'm still trying
to figure that out.

Does anything happen?

Or is it the usual heavy going?

Not much in the way of drama.

More day-to-day stuff.

I get enough of the
day-to-day everyday.

Nothing like a
rousing good tale.

Shouting and fighting
and crying, huh?

There's no shortage of
those books knocking about.

You were once for
the priesthood.

Yeah, but I quit after a year.

I'd say that was a job
that might have suited ya.

You heard Jamesie and Mary are
off to Dublin for the Christmas.

Up to Jim and the
ball and chain!

- Not back til the New Year.
- Oh, fuck me.

That'll finish him.

Did you write the
letter for them?

No.

No, we talked about it.

But I think it probably
best for everyone

he didn't come back for good.

I think it worked out well.

Aye.

Alphabetical.

Now.

- Tip top.
- Good.

We'll set sail.

Oh! Oh, come on the spring.

- What's happening in spring?
- The end of fucking winter.

Here, lad. We better throw
the wife and family a bale.

I've to mind the tux.

Now. Good man.

- How many leaves?
- Two or three will do her.

I suppose no more
than ourselves, lad.

It makes little differ
whether they live or

And you heard my
uncle's getting married?

Fuck sake. If he wasn't rich
before, he must be rich now.

I suppose he'll be eating
his fill in your gaff today?

Sure you won't take a lift? I
can go back and get the car.

No, lad.

- Give my best to Kate.
- Will do.

Happy Christmas, Patrick.

Not at all, she can never get
enough of those grandchildren!

And on Christmas day, sure
we'll never get her home!

Ah, Christmas is
lovely, isn't it?

That was powerful, Kate.

Joe did the cooking.

How's the business
in London, Kate?

Are we winning?

It was a very good year.

Good to hear.

Cause if we're winning,
the other fella's losing.

Will you have a smoke, Bill?

God, I will.

You don't have to
inhale it, Bill.

Now.

Oh, good man.

I'll read it for you.

Which side of the chicken
has the most feathers?

- I don't know?
- I don't know.

The outside!

Good man, Bill!
The outside it is!

Good man.

What's orange and
sounds like a parrot?

No idea. Bill?

- Not me.
- A carrot.

Oh, that is a terrible joke!

"As he listened to the two
voices he was so attached to,

and thought back to the afternoon,
the striking of the clocks,

the easy, pleasant company,

the walk around
the little shore.

With a rush of feeling,

he felt that this
must be happiness.

As soon as the thought came
to him, he fought it back.

Happiness could not be
sought, or worried into being.

Or even fully grasped.

It should be allowed its own, slow
pace, so that it passes unnoticed.

If it ever comes at all."

Sorry, am I disturbing you?

I thought maybe you could
do with one of these.

Thank you.

How many did you had already?

Only four or seven.

These are great.

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year, Kate.

Squeeze a little in
there from the right.

Thank you, yeah, and
from the left as well.

Yeah, keep it warm and cosy.

Ok, lovely. No serious
faces here, please.

Ok!

Go ahead, Bill. Enjoy it.

I've ploughed their fields,
built their houses...

Laid out their dead.

You'd want six hands to
keep the fuckers happy!

He's on song today.

He's rampant. He's only happy
when he's a crowd under him.

- How are you, Frank?
- Joe.

- Jamesie.
- Frank.

You're looking tops today.

T'was herself who
put me together.

- Great day.
- The best.

I bet you never thought
you'd see this day Frank.

It came as a shock.

Tell us, are you
taking over the garage?

I'll give it a crack anyhow.

- Best of luck to you.
- Thanks, Jamesie.

- Wishing you all the best.
- Thanks, Joe.

♪ Last night I had
a pleasant dream ♪

♪ I woke up with a smile ♪

♪ I dreamt that I
was back again ♪

♪ In dear old Erin's Isle ♪

♪ I thought I saw
Lough Allen's banks ♪

♪ In the valleys down below ♪

♪ It was my lovely
Leitrim where ♪

♪ The Shannon water's flow ♪

♪ They're less than
the pleasures ♪

♪ I first left behind ♪

♪ For these are my mountains ♪

♪ And this is my glen ♪

♪ The days of my childhood ♪

♪ I see them again ♪

♪ This to every
roving eye is known ♪

♪ But I guess that
I'd be out of bounds ♪

♪ 'Cause there between the northern towns
There's a pretty little girl from Omagh ♪

♪ In the county of Tyrone ♪

♪ She wears my ring and tells her
friends she's gonna marry me ♪

♪ But best of all, she tells
them all she's happy as can be ♪

♪ Oh lucky me ♪

♪ Well I don't know what she's done to
me There's nothing else my eyes can see ♪

♪ Pretty little girl from
Omagh in the county of Tyrone ♪

♪ That pretty little girl from
Omagh in the county of Tyrone ♪

Three cheers for the
bride and groom! Hip-hip!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

Halt!

Can you hear our friend?

She's two days later
than last year.

Go on, go on again, go on.

Have them now.

- Johnny! Welcome back.
- Joe.

Great to see you.

I was just heading into town
for... to pick up a few bits.

Do you fancy a jaunt?

I wouldn't mind but, the bike.

Sure we can hop
that in the trailer.

Mighty.

I was puffed after
cycling around the shore.

So he never came
back, the divil.

- Thanks, Joe.
- Now.

That'll do, hop in.

Sure we may pop into Luke's
for one while we're at it.

Oh, lovely.

- A few new faces now.
- Yeah.

I got the golden
handshake from Fords.

Mary and Jamesie did their best
to get me to come home for good.

It's great to know you can depend
on your own flesh and blood

when things gets tight.

But it all worked out,
more or less. Alphabetical.

The landlord got wind, set me
up nicely in his new flats.

Basement flat thrown in. Central
heating, telly, the works.

So now I'm on the pigs back!

Don't even have to
leave home to work.

Sounds like you
landed on your feet.

What's the work like?

Just, changing fuses
and bulbs and so on.

Easy, but it keeps me busy.

The Kiernan's house.

Good, solid people.

Foley's next door is scruff.

You still know more of the
houses and people than I do.

I was old enough when I left.

You never know a place better
than the one you grew up in.

Things were getting
tight in the house.

Very tight, now.

Mary had just moved in.

Daddy was still there.

And Jamesie and
me weren't great.

Patrick was always there too.

But, wasn't there
a woman involved?

Oh, aye.

Anna Mac.

Suppose you heard about her?

She played Pegeen in the
Playboy that time and...

we got on famous, and I used to
walk her home from rehearsals,

and I was surely mad about her.

I was gutted when she went to London
and I don't mind admitting that.

And maybe...

Maybe that made it easier
to go, but do you know Joe,

I'd been thinking about getting out
of the house for a long time by then.

It was just too...

Too tight.

Do you ever regret not coming home
when it didn't work out with Anna?

Sure, what use is regret?

You can't light the
fire with regret.

There's no re-runs.

It's not a play.

Now lads, these
are on the house.

It's not everyday we have Johnny
home with us from England.

Ah, God bless you, Nora.

To your good health.

- Slainte.
- Slainte.

Oh, shite! I've to make it to
the shop before it shuts at six.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- You wouldn't leave me, Joe.

You wouldn't forget me.

Lord bless us Johnny, I've
never left anyone behind yet.

Yerra, the shop can
wait for another day.

Two more pints, please Nora.

Thanks, Joe.

Are you sure? It'll only take me a
couple of seconds to spin you up.

No! They'll think
I've gone soft.

I'll just doddle up at my ease.

- I'll get that.
- All right.

Thanks, Joe.

I enjoyed that.

Put the whole day round nicely.

Yeah, it was great.
Are you sure now?

Certain. We're all A1.

Completely alphabetical.

- Very sorry for your loss, Jamesie.
- I know that Frank, I know that well.

Jamesie, I'm so
sorry for your loss.

I know, thank you very much.

Thanks for coming
around, thank you. Moana.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.

Joe! Poor Johnny.

- Poor Johnny. And Kate.
- Jamesie, I'm so sorry.

Doctor said it could've
happened any day.

- Any sign of Patrick?
- There's no trace, Mary.

Sent word out far and wide.

How long can you wait?

Well, he's dead nearly
four hours Joe, so...

Can't wait much longer.

Is there anything that
we can do, Jamesie?

Unless you know where
Patrick is, Kate.

Patrick will have to be found because
Johnny will have to be laid out.

I'll lay him out.

Would you be able, Joe?

I think so. I worked in a
hospital as a student once,

and there were a few
days at the mortuary.

God, if you thought you
could, that'd be great.

Yeah, I'll manage it,
especially if I get good help.

- Right.
- I'll help.

I don't mind, I can
take instructions.

Oh, Frank.

God, maybe before you start
you need a good stiff whiskey.

All you'll need is in the room, and if
you want anything knock hard on the door

and Jamesie'll come down.
- Thanks, Mary.

The poor man. We
gave him the door.

You were very good to Johnny.

Here, lift him up.

Yeah, maybe lean
him towards you.

- Maybe...
- Put the jacket under.

Rosary beads...

The crucifix needs to face him.

I'll show you, that's
it. Do a loop, two loo

That's it.

He looks perfect.

God bless you, Johnny, go well.

He's beautiful.

The agony in the garden.

Our Father who art in
Heaven, hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come; Thy will be
done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who
trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou amongst women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins
now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou amongst women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins
now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee

blessed art thou amongst women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins
now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee

blessed art thou amongst women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins
now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee

blessed art thou amongst women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for our sins
now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Hail, holy Queen,
mother of mercy,

our life, our
sweetness, and our hope.

To thee do we cry, poor
banished children of Eve.

To thee do we send up our sighs mourning
and weeping in this valley of tears.

Turn then, most gracious advocate,
thine eye of mercy toward us,

and after this our
exile show us the

blessed fruit of
thy womb, Jesus.

O clement, O loving,
O sweet Virgin Mary.

Eternal rest grant
unto him, O Lord,

and let perpetual
light shine upon him.

May his soul, and the souls
of all the faith departed,

through the mercy of
God, rest in peace. Amen.

Patrick.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I know how great you
were with Johnny.

You laid him out.

- We did.
- I might've known.

Why didn't you wait for me, lad?

Were you that greedy
to get stuck in?

Nobody could find you,
Patrick. High or low.

People knew important word
would always get to me.

He'd already been dead four
hours. People were filling in,

couldn't wait any longer.

Suppose it was that grease monkey
Dolan helped you botch the job.

Frank was a great help, I
couldn't have done without him.

Some face to give a poor
man leaving this world.

Some face for his
appearance in the next...

- People seemed pleased enough.
- People know nothing, lad!

All they want to do is
eat and drink and ride!

But some people know.

I know.

I know.

- Patrick.
- I know.

Johnny... Johnny...

I'm not going to go
back to the gallery.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Really?

I thought... Well, you
were so quiet about i

It was swarming with monks here,

one time.

Run with an iron fist.

It's peaceful now, though.

Do you think so, lad?

Isn't the country still
bullin' with religio

Everyone afraid to wipe his arse
with grass in case it's a sin.

Better with hay anyhow.

Give us that hack, Joe.

That'll do you, lad.

God rest the dead.

Well, fuck it.

I've marked the grave out wrong.

I knew there was something
up when I saw the bones.

We've widened the wrong end
and put his feet in the west.

- Does it make a difference?
- Makes every difference lad.

Or no difference.

Johnny will sleep with
his head in the west.

So that when he wakes,

he may face the rising sun.

We look to the
resurrection of the dead.