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[LAUGHTER]

Man: HERE WE ARE. UH-OH.

COME ON.

Second man: I AM. I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

I'LL BE UP IN A SECOND.

[PIANO PLAYING THROUGHOUT]

[LAUGHTER AND CONVERSATIONS]

Man: YOU GO ON AHEAD.

[LAUGHTER]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[ALL CHATTERING AT ONCE]

THE LADIES' DRESSING ROOM IS UPSTAIRS, MISS.

MISS KATE AND MISS JULIA ARE WAITING FOR YOU.

THANK YOU, LILY.

WE'LL SEE YOU UPSTAIRS THEN.

RIGHT.

MISS FURLONG, MISS O'CALLAGHAN,

AND MISS HIGGINS COMING UP, MISS KATE.

IS THERE NO SIGN OF MY NEPHEW YET?

NO, MA'AM.

OH, GABRIEL, I JUST PRAY TO HEAVENS HE GETS HERE BEFORE FREDDY MALINS.

AH, MISS O'CALLAGHAN.

HOW DELIGHTED I AM TO SEE YOU.

AND YOU, MISS FURLONG.

AND YOU, MISS HIGGINS.

OH, WHAT A SURPRISE

TO HAVE MARY JANE'S THREE FAVORITE PUPILS ALL TOGETHER.

LET'S COME ALONG.

WHERE'S MARY JANE?

I HAVE A PRESENT FOR HER FROM CHRISTMAS.

OH, YES. OF COURSE. YOU MISSED YOUR LESSON.

DID YOU ENJOY IT?

IT WAS LOVELY.

WELL, MARY JANE WILL BE UP IN A MINUTE.

TELL YOU THE TRUTH, SHE'S BASTING THE GOOSE.

LILY, WHILE I'M UPSTAIRS,

KEEP AN EYE ON THE POTATOES AND SEE THEY DON'T BOIL OVER.

BUT WHO'LL ANSWER THE DOOR, MISS?

I CAN'T HEAR THE BELL FROM THE KITCHEN.

GOOD EVENING, MR. KERRIGAN.

GOOD EVENING, MISS MORKAN,

I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET A FRIEND OF MINE, MR. AIDAN BERGIN.

HOW DO YOU, MR. BERGIN? HOW DO YOU DO?

I'M VERY GLAD YOU COULD COME.

DELIGHTED TO BE HERE.

WELL, JUST POP DOWN EVERY FEW MINUTES

AND COME STRAIGHT UP AGAIN LIKE A GOOD GIRL.

I HAVE TO LAY THE TABLE, MISS.

WELL, DO YOUR BEST.

WELL, I'LL TRY BUT...

GOOD EVENING. GOOD EVENING.

MISS KATE, MISS JULIA,

MAY I PRESENT MR. AIDAN BERGIN,

AND MR. JOSEPH KERRIGAN,

WHO WERE SO GOOD AS TO ESCORT US HERE TONIGHT.

HOW DO YOU DO?

WELL, IT'S A GREAT PLEASURE TO MEET

TO MEET ANY OF MARY JANE'S YOUNG LADIES.

THANK YOU FOR HAVING US.

WE DO APPRECIATE IT.

I REMEMBER YOU FROM LAST YEAR, MR. KERRIGAN.

JULIA, DON'T YOU REMEMBER MR. KERRIGAN FROM LAST YEAR?

YES, OF COURSE, OF COURSE.

ALL RIGHT. DO YOU WANT TO GO INTO THE DANCING FIRST

OR DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A REFRESHMENT?

DANCING, PLEASE.

TO WARM US UP.

THAT'LL BE SURE AFTER YOUR COLD RIDE.

[DOORBELL RINGING] MISS O'CALLAGHAN.

WHO'S THAT?

Lily: MR. BROWNE.

JUST MR. BROWNE.

Browne: IS THIS GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU? HUH!

MORE THAN ENOUGH, DAN.

I'M SURE FREDDY'S STEWED.

OH, I'M SURE HE IS.

AND WHEN HE'S STEWED, HE'S SO HARD TO MANAGE.

YOU'RE QUITE IMPOSSIBLE.

WHATEVER WILL WE DO?

WELL, WHOEVER'S GIVING AWAY GIFTS

CHOSE THE RIGHT DAY FOR IT.

TWAS THE FEAST OF THE EPIPHANY.

THE THREE KINGS, THE STAR IN THE EAST.

BY RIGHTS HE SHOULD HAVE GOLD, FRANKINCENSE, AND MYRRH.

WELL, WHATEVER IT IS, IT SMELLS NICE.

IT'S SOME SPECIAL TOILET SOAP FROM BOND STREET.

HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU.

FRANKINCENSE AND MYRRH FROM LONDON'S WEST END.

MISS JULIA.

OH, HOW LOVELY. OH, THANK YOU, DAN. THANK YOU.

HOW ARE YOU, DAN?

WELL, I'M QUITE PUT OUT.

WHY? WHAT'S THE MATTER?

TO FIND OUT THAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING

FOR SOMEBODY OTHER THAN ME TO ARRIVE. I ASK YOU.

WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT FREDDY.

BUT HE'S TAKING THE PLEDGE.

ARE YOU SURE?

OF COURSE I AM. HIS MOTHER MADE HIM ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.

OH, THAT'S FUNNY. SHE NEVER SAID A WORD ABOUT IT.

SHE ARRIVED HERE OVER AN HOUR AGO.

WELL, HE MIGHT HAVE SUCCUMBED.

OH, IF HE HAS, CAN I COUNT ON YOU?

YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S LIKE.

OF COURSE YOU CAN.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

I'LL BET EVEN MONEY THAT'S HIM NOW.

OH, MR. CONROY, MISS KATE AND MISS JULIA

THOUGHT YOU WERE NEVER COMING.

GOOD NIGHT, MRS. CONROY.

THANK YOU.

MY WIFE HERE TAKES THREE MORTAL HOURS TO DRESS HERSELF.

Kate: WHO'S THAT NOW, LILY?

MISS KATE, HERE'S MRS. CONROY.

THANK THE LORD YOU'VE ARRIVED.

YOU MUST BE PERISHED ALIVE.

AUNT KATE, AUNT JULIA.

IS GABRIEL WITH YOU?

Gabriel: HERE I AM, AUNT KATE!

I'LL GET THE MAIL. BE UP IN A MOMENT.

QUITE THE BELLOWS HE HAS.

HE'S A LAUGH, ALL RIGHT.

[LAUGHTER]

IS IT SNOWING AGAIN, MR. CONROY?

IT IS, LILY. I'M AFRAID WE'RE IN FOR A NIGHT OF IT.

TELL ME, LILY, YOU STILL GOING TO SCHOOL?

OH, NO, SIR. I'M DONE SCHOOLING THIS YEAR AND MORE.

GOOD LORD. SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY

YOU WERE PLAYING WITH YOUR RAG DOLLS ON THE FRONT STEPS.

NOW, I SUPPOSE, WE'LL BE GOING TO YOUR WEDDING ONE OF THESE FINE DAYS.

THE MEN THAT IS NOW IS ONLY OLD PALAVER

AND WHAT THEY CAN GET OUT OF YOU.

WELL, LILY, IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME, ISN'T IT?

OH, NO, SIR.

I WOULDN'T TAKE THAT, SIR.

IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME.

OH, REALLY, SIR!

IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME!

[PIANO PLAYING]

"ONE FEELS THAT ONE IS LISTENING TO A THOUGHT-TORMENTED MUSIC."

WE'VE TAKEN A ROOM AT THE GRECIAN.

IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE STAYED IN A HOTEL IN FOUR YEARS.

OH, SURE. BY FAR THE BEST THING TO DO.

AND YOU'RE NOT ANXIOUS ABOUT THE CHILDREN, GRETTA?

OH, FOR ONE NIGHT.

BESIDES, BESSIE WILL LOOK AFTER THEM.

AH, TO BE SURE.

WHAT A COMFORT IT IS TO HAVE A GIRL LIKE THAT.

ONE YOU CAN DEPEND ON.

AS THAT LILY.

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S COME OVER HER LATELY.

BUT SHE'S NOT THE GIRL SHE WAS BEFORE.

OH, HERE HE IS, LURKING IN THE CORRIDOR.

LIKE A LITTLE BOY SENT OUT OF CLASS.

WHAT'S UP WITH YOU AT ALL, GABRIEL?

HE'S ONLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIS SPEECH, AUNT KATE.

HE'S BEEN FRETTING ABOUT IT FOR DAYS.

NONSENSE. HE MADE A WONDERFUL JOB OF IT IN THE PAST.

IT'LL BE FINE, GABRIEL, JUST FINE.

I BET YOU'D BOTH LIKE A NICE, WARM GLASS OF PUNCH.

AH, YES, PLEASE.

YOU KNOW, IT'S-- IT'S REALLY BITTER OUT.

GRETTA TELLS ME YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TAKE A CAB BACK TO MONSTONE.

NO. WE HAD QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT LAST YEAR.

HADN'T WE? HMM?

CAB WINDOWS RATTLING ALL THE WAY

AND AN EAST WIND BLOWING IN,

ASSUMED WE WERE PAST MARIUM.

VERY JOLLY IT WAS.

AS FOR GRETTA HERE,

SHE'D--SHE'D WALK HOME IN THE SNOW IF SHE WERE LEFT.

OH, DON'T MIND HIM, AUNT KATE.

HE'S REALLY AN AWFUL BOTHER.

BOTTLED GREEN SHADES FOR TONGUES AT NIGHT

AND MAKING HIM DO THE DUMBBELLS.

I'M FORCING HIM TO EAT. THE POOR CHILD.

SHE SIMPLY HATES THE SIGHT OF IT.

YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS WHAT HE HAS ME WEARING NOW.

GALOSHES. THAT'S THE LATEST.

WHENEVER IT IS WET UNDERFOOT,

I MUST PUT ON MY GALOSHES.

TONIGHT, EVEN, HE WANTED ME TO PUT THEM ON,

BUT I WOULDN'T.

THE NEXT THING HE'LL BUY ME WILL BE A DIVING SUIT.

ISN'T THAT THE LIMIT?

WHAT ARE GALOSHES, GABRIEL?

GOODNESS GRACIOUS, JULIA.

DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT GALOSHES ARE?

YOU WEAR THEM OVER YOUR, UH...

YOUR BOOTS, ISN'T IT, GRETTA?

RIGHT. GOT TO PERCH AND THINGS.

WE BOTH HAVE A PAIR NOW.

GABRIEL SAYS EVERYONE WEARS THEM ON THE CONTINENT.

OH, ON THE CONTINENT.

OH.

WHERE'S JULIA GOING?

JULIA!

HERE'S FREDDY, KATE!

SKIP DOWN, GABRIEL, AND SEE IF HE'S ALL RIGHT.

DON'T YOU LET HIM UP HERE IF HE'S STEWED.

HE'S DRUNK. I'M CERTAIN OF IT.

ALL NIGHT WE'VE BEEN DREADING HE WOULD ARRIVE HERE UNDER THE INFLUENCE.

IT'S SUCH A RELIEF THAT GABRIEL'S HERE.

I ALMOST FEEL HE'S HERE IN MY MIND.

OH, MRS. CONROY.

MAY I INTRODUCE YOU TO MR. BARTELL D'ARCY.

OH, THE CELEBRATED TENOR.

WOULD YOU CARE TO DANCE, MRS. CONROY?

I'D BE HONORED.

[DIALOGUE DROWNED OUT BY PIANO]

STEADY NOW, FREDDY. STEADY.

FINE. FINE, FINE, FINE.

IS--IS MY MOTHER HERE?

SHE IS.

HOW DO I LOOK? DO I LOOK ALL RIGHT?

YOU'RE DISHEVELED.

NOW YOU'LL PASS MUSTER.

OH, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME.

SEE, I'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO RELIEVE MESELF

IN THE PRESENCE OF ANOTHER.

OTHERWISE, I'D HAVE JOINED THE ARMY.

EVEN AS A CHILD-- I UNDERSTAND, FREDDY.

THE SAME WAS TRUE OF MY FATHER BEFORE ME.

WHEN HE WENT RACING, HE'D WAIT UNTIL THE HORSES WERE RUNNING

TO GO TO THE LAVATORY.

ANYTHING UNDER A MILE AND HE'D MISS THE FINISH.

HE'S NOT SO BAD, IS HE?

OH, NO, NO, NO. BARELY NOTICEABLE.

ISN'T HE A TERRIBLE FELLOW?

AFTER HIS POOR MOTHER MAKING HIM TAKE A PLEDGE ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.

IT'S A WONDER HE LASTED THE SIX DAYS.

IF HE DID.

TELL ME, WHAT'S THAT LOVELY WALTZ YOU WERE PLAYING?

IT'S BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?

IT'S ONE OF MOORE'S MELODIES.

I THOUGHT I RECOGNIZED IT.

THERE'S NO DOUBT THAT MOORE'S THE ONE GENIUS OF IRISH MUSIC.

WELL, SHOULD GOD HELP ME. IT'S THE DOCTOR'S ORDERS.

OH, NO, MR. BROWNE.

I'M SURE THE DOCTOR NEVER ORDERED ANYTHING OF THE KIND.

I'M LIKE THE FAMOUS MRS. CASSIDY

WHO'S REPORTED TO HAVE SAID,

"NOW, MARY GRIMES,

"IF I DON'T TAKE IT, MAKE ME TAKE IT.

FOR I FEEL I WANT IT."

I DON'T SUPPOSE EITHER OF YOU TWO BUCKOS KNOW...

WHAT WON THE BIG RACE?

HELLO, MRS. MALINS.

HOW ARE YOU GETTING ALONG?

FINE. THANKS, MR. CONROY. JUST FINE.

ANYTHING I CAN GET YOU?

NO, THANKS. I'M GRAND.

MY BOY FREDDY HERE, IS HE?

YES.

HOW IS HE?

IS HE ALL RIGHT?

HE'S NEARLY ALL RIGHT.

THAT BAD?

OH, HE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED, IS HE, MY SON?

TWO GENTLEMEN AND THREE LADIES.

HERE'S MR. DUFFY AND MR. EGAN.

MR. EGAN, WOULD YOU TAKE MISS POWER?

MISS FURLONG, MAY I GET YOU A PARTNER?

MR. DUFFY?

NOW IT'S JUST YOU NOW.

THREE LADIES.

OH, MISS DALY, YOU'RE REALLY AWFULLY GOOD

AFTER PLAYING FOR THE LAST TWO DANCES,

BUT REALLY WE'RE SO SHORT OF LADIES TONIGHT.

I SUPPOSE YOU ENJOY LIVING IN GLASGOW, NO?

WHY WOULDN'T I?

MY DAUGHTER HAS THE MOST LOVELY LITTLE HOUSE THERE.

AT THE EDGE OF THE CITY.

JUST WHERE THE TRAM STARTS.

OH, IT'S A GREAT JOY TO ME TO BE--

TO BE WITH THE CHILDREN.

OH, HOW OLD ARE THEY NOW?

WELL, LITTLE BANK'S JUST RISING 7.

WHY, KAREN IS 5 AND A HALF.

CHILDREN ARE PERFECT AT THAT AGE.

AS YOU KNOW.

INDEED.

AND I'VE GOT MY OWN LITTLE ROOM THERE

ON THE GROUND FLOOR OVERLOOKING THE GARDEN,

SO I DON'T NEED TO BE CLIMBING THE STAIRS.

HAVE--HAVE-- HAVE YOU HEARD...

THE LATEST ABOUT OLD MAN GALLAGHER AND THE YOUNG ONE?

OH, WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN UP TO NOW?

YOU SEE, HER MOTHER CAME UP FROM THE FARM,

NAMED SAGAL,

SHE BROUGHT WITH HER THIS GREAT BIG BASKET.

YOU SEE? SHE--SHE--SHE LEFT IT ON THE KITCHEN TABLE

AND WHEN GALLAGHER CAME IN BY HIMSELF,

HE THOUGHT HE SAW IT MOVE.

WHAT--WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE HAD IN IT?

I'VE NO IDEA.

WELL, YOU SEE, SEE, THE SOW HAS ONLY FURROWED

THE WEEK BEFORE AND IT WAS THE RUNT OF THE LITTER.

AND--AND AS--AS THEY HADN'T HAD ANY CHILDREN,

SHE THOUGHT SHE'D BRING THEM A PIGLET FOR COMPANY,

SAY FOR THE YOUNGEST ONE TO PRACTICE ON IN THE MEANTIME.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

EVERY YEAR MY SON-IN-LAW TAKES US ALL ON HOLIDAY

FOR A FORTNIGHT AT A HOTEL IN THE HIGHLANDS

WHERE HE CAN GO FISHING.

OH, HE'S A GREAT FISHER ALTOGETHER.

HE EVEN TIES HIS OWN FLIES.

AND ONE DAY, ONE DAY HE CAUGHT A FISH.

OH, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BIG FISH YOU EVER SAW.

AND THE MAN IN THE HOTEL BOILED IT FOR OUR DINNER.

HOW INTERESTING.

I THINK THE MAN SAID--

I THINK--I'LL TRY AND FIND FREDDY FOR YOU, MRS. MALINS.

SOME SORT OF TROUT!

CAN YOU IMAGINE OLD MAN GALLAGHER

WITH A PIGLET FOR COMPANY?

FREDDY? WHAT?

YOUR MOTHER'S LOOKING FOR YOU.

YOU SHOULD GO IN.

INTO THE VALLEY OF DEATH.

[INDISTINCT]

HELLO, MA.

WHERE WERE YOU?

WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET FOR A TEA AT THE SHELBURNE.

SORRY. I--I WAS DETAINED.

WHAT DETAINED YOU?

I WAS AT A COMMITTEE MEETING.

COMMITTEE MEETING.

WHERE WAS IT? IN MULLIGAN'S PUB?

ATTENTION, EVERYBODY!

[APPLAUSE]

NOW, AS OUR MARY JANE HAS SO MANY

OF HER YOUNG AND TALENTED STUDENTS HERE TONIGHT,

I HOPE YOU'LL ALL JOIN WITH ME

AND PREVAILING UPON HER TO GIVE US

A SMALL DEMONSTRATION OF HER MUSICAL SKILLS.

[APPLAUSE]

SHE PLAYS THE ORGAN SOMEWHERE, DOESN'T SHE, GABRIEL?

YES. HADDINGTON ROW.

WHAT DID I TELL YOU?

THAT'S AN OLD JAR.

Man: SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.

BRAVO!

AND NOW LET US HAVE A RECITATION.

MR. GRACE, WOULD YOU BE KIND ENOUGH YET AGAIN?

IT MEANS I HAVE TO PERFORM.

THANK YOU, KATE, THANK YOU.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I HAD INTENDED DOING

A COMIC RECITATION FOR YOU THIS EVENING,

BUT I CAME ACROSS SOMETHING RECENTLY

THAT I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO PASS ON TO YOU.

IT IS CALLED BROKEN VOWS.

"IT IS LATE LAST NIGHT,

"THE DOG WAS SPEAKING OF YOU,

"THE SNIPE WAS SPEAKING OF YOU IN HER DEEP MARSH.

"IT IS YOU ARE THE LONELY BIRD THROUGHOUT THE WOODS,

"AND THAT YOU MAY BE WITHOUT A MATE UNTIL YOU FIND ME.

"YOU PROMISED ME, AND YOU SAID A LIE TO ME,

"THAT YOU WOULD BE BEFORE ME WHERE THE SHEEP ARE FLOCKED.

I GAVE A WHISTLE AND 300 CRIES TO YOU,

AND I FOUND NOTHING THERE, BUT A BLEEDING LAMB."

YOU PROMISED ME A THING THAT IS HARD GOT TO YOU,

A SHIP OF GOLD UNDER A SILVER MAST.

12 TOWNS, AND A MARKET IN ALL OF THEM,

AND A FINE WHITE COURT BY THE SIDE OF THE SEA.

YOU PROMISED ME A THING THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE.

THAT YOU WOULD GIVE ME GLOVES OF THE SKIN OF A FISH,

THAT YOU WOULD GIVE ME SHOES OF THE SKIN OF A BIRD,

AND A SUIT OF THE DEAREST SILK IN IRELAND.

MY MOTHER TOLD ME NOT TO BE TALKING WITH YOU,

TODAY OR TOMORROW OR ON SUNDAY.

IT WAS A BAD TIME SHE TOOK FOR TELLING ME THAT,

IT WAS SHUTTING THE DOOR AFTER THE HOUSE WAS ROBBED.

YOU HAVE TAKEN THE EAST FROM ME.

YOU HAVE TAKEN THE WEST FROM ME.

YOU HAVE TAKEN WHAT IS BEFORE ME

AND WHAT IS BEHIND ME.

YOU HAVE TAKEN THE MOON.

YOU HAVE TAKEN THE SUN FROM ME,

AND MY FEAR IS GREAT,

YOU HAVE TAKEN GOD FROM ME.

IT'S A TRANSLATION FROM THE IRISH BY LADY GREGORY.

IT IS VERY STRANGE... BUT BEAUTIFUL.

Man: I'VE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING LIKE IT.

Woman: VERY MYSTERIOUS.

IMAGINE BEING IN LOVE LIKE THAT.

I THOUGHT IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

IT WAS LOVELY.

IT WOULD MAKE A LOVELY SONG.

YES, LILY, WHAT IS IT?

THE GOOSE WILL BE READY IN HALF AN HOUR, MA'AM.

VERY GOOD.

AND, MA'AM, I JUST PUT FRESH TOWELS IN THE TOILET.

VERY GOOD, LILY.

NOW BACK TO THE DANCING.

LANCERS!

[LAUGHTER]

I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU HAD A DANCE,

NOW COME ALONG WITH ME.

I HAVE THE PERFECT PARTNER FOR YOU.

MISS IVORS, I THINK YOU KNOW MY NEPHEW.

HE HASN'T BROKEN OUT OF A WALK SINCE HE CAME THROUGH THAT DOOR.

I'M RELYING ON YOU TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE TAP BEHIND THE ROOF.

I'D BE DELIGHTED.

I THINK A CANTOR WOULD DO HIM GOOD.

I HAVE A CROW TO PLUCK WITH YOU.

ME?

MM-HMM. WHAT IS IT?

WHO IS GC?

I HAVE FOUND OUT THAT YOU WRITE FOR THE DAILY EXPRESS.

NOW, AREN'T YOU ASHAMED OF YOURSELF?

NOW, WHY SHOULD I BE ASHAMED OF MYSELF?

WELL, I'M ASHAMED OF YOU.

TO SAY YOU'D WRITE FOR AN ENGLISH RAG LIKE THAT.

I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE A WEST BRITON.

NOW WHAT DO YOU MEAN A WEST BRITON?

SOMEONE WHO LOOKS TO ENGLAND FOR OUR SALVATION

INSTEAD OF DEPENDING ON OURSELVES ALONE.

[LAUGHTER AND INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

WHY DON'T YOU COME FOR AN EXCURSION

TO THE ARAN ISLES THIS SUMMER?

WE'RE GOING TO STAY THERE A WHOLE MONTH.

IT WILL BE SPLENDID ON THE ATLANTIC.

YOU OUGHT TO COME.

MR. CLANCY'S COMING.

MR. KELLEY, KATHLEEN KEARNEY.

IT WOULD BE SPLENDID IF YOUR WIFE, TOO, IF SHE COULD COME.

SHE'S FROM THAT PART OF THE WORLD.

CONNACHT, ISN'T SHE?

HER PEOPLE ARE.

BUT YOU WILL COME, WON'T YOU?

THE FACT IS, I'VE ALREADY ARRANGED TO GO.

GO WHERE?

WELL, EVERY YEAR I GO ON A CYCLING TOUR WITH SOME FELLOWS.

BUT WHERE?

FRANCE, BELGIUM, GERMANY PERHAPS.

BUT WHY DO YOU GO TO FRANCE AND BELGIUM

INSTEAD OF VISITING YOUR OWN LAND?

WELL, IT'S PARTLY TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE LANGUAGES,

AND PARTLY FOR A CHANGE.

HAVEN'T YOU YOUR OWN LANGUAGE TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH?

IRISH.

OH, NO, WHEN IT COMES TO THAT, IRISH IS NOT MY LANGUAGE.

HAVEN'T YOU YOUR OWN LAND TO VISIT, THAT YOU KNOW NOTHING OF.

YOUR OWN PEOPLE, YOUR OWN COUNTRY?

TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I'M SICK OF MY OWN COUNTRY.

I'M SICK OF IT! FINE.

WHY?

OF COURSE, YOU'VE NO ANSWER.

WEST BRITON!

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..."

[READING QUIETLY]

GABRIEL, AUNT KATE WANTS TO KNOW WON'T YOU CARVE THE GOOSE AS USUAL,

MISS DALY WILL CARVE THE HAM, AND I'LL DO THE PUDDING.

YEAH, ALL RIGHT.

WHY DID YOU STOP DANCING?

WHAT WRONG HAD YOU WITH MOLLY IVORS?

NO, NO WRONG. WHY, DID SHE SAY WE HAD?

NO, I NOTICED HER CARRYING ON, THAT'S ALL.

I'M TRYING TO GET THAT MR. DARCY TO SING.

HE'S FULL OF CONCEIT, I THINK.

NO, THERE WAS NO WRONG.

SHE WANTED ME TO GO ON A TRIP TO THE WEST OF IRELAND,

AND I SAID I WOULDN'T.

OH, GABRIEL, DO GO.

OH, I'D LOVE TO SEE GALWAY AGAIN.

WELL, YOU CAN GO IF YOU LIKE.

[MUSIC STOPS]

ATTENTION, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

MY SISTER MISS JULIA MORKAN,

AFTER MUCH COAXING,

HAS CONSENTED TO SING A SONG,

ONE OF HER FAVORITES, FROM HER CONCERT DAYS,

ARRAYED FOR THE BRIDAL.

ARRAYED FOR THE BRIDAL BY BELLINI.

♪ ARRAYED FOR THE BRIDAL ♪

♪ IN BEAUTY BEHOLD HER ♪

♪ A WHITE WREATH ENTWINETH ♪

♪ A FOREHEAD MORE FAIR ♪

♪ I ENVY THE ZEPHYRS ♪

♪ THAT SOFTLY ENFOLD ♪

♪ FO-O-O-O-OLD HER ♪

♪ ENFOLD HER ♪

♪ AND PLAY WITH THE LOCKS ♪

♪ OF HER BEAUTIFUL HAIR ♪

♪ ARRAYED FOR THE BRIDAL ♪

♪ IN BEAUTY BEHOLD HER ♪

♪ A WHITE WREATH ENTWINETH ♪

♪ A FOREHEAD MORE FAIR ♪

♪ I ENVY THE ZEPHYRS ♪

♪ THAT SOFTLY ENFOLD ♪

♪ FO-O-O-O-OLD HER ♪

♪ ENFOLD HER ♪

♪ AND PLAY WITH THE LOCKS ♪

♪ OF HER BEAUTIFUL HAIR ♪

I-I WAS JUST TELLING MY MOTHER,

I NEVER HEARD YOU SING SO WELL.

NO, I NEVER HEARD YOUR VOICE SO...

SO, SO GOOD AS IT IS TONIGHT.

NO, YOU DO BELIEVE THAT, NO?

THAT'S THE TRUTH, UPON MY WORD OF HONOR.

THAT IS THE TRUTH.

I NEVER HEARD YOUR VOICE SO...

SO CLEAR, SO FRESH.

NEVER.

YOU TURN MY HEAD WITH ALL YOUR COMPLIMENTS.

MISS JULIA MORKAN.

MY LATEST DISCOVERY.

WELL, NOW, BROWNE, IF YOU WERE SERIOUS,

YOU MIGHT MAKE A WORSE DISCOVERY,

BECAUSE ALL I CAN SAY IS I NEVER HEARD HER...

SING HALF AS WELL...

AS LONG AS I'M COMING HERE,

AND THAT IS THE HONEST TRUTH.

NEITHER DID I.

I THINK HER VOICE HAS GREATLY IMPROVED.

30 YEARS AGO, I HADN'T A BAD VOICE AS VOICES GO.

OH, I OFTEN TOLD JULIA SHE WAS THROWN AWAY ON THAT CHOIR,

BUT SHE NEVER WOULD BE SAID BY ME.

NO, SHE NEVER WOULD BE SAID OR LEAD BY ANYONE.

SLAVING AWAY THERE NIGHT AND DAY, NIGHT AND DAY!

6:00 ON A CHRISTMAS MORNING AND FOR WHAT?

WELL, IT IS FOR THE HONOR OF GOD, AUNT KATE.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT THE HONOR OF GOD, MARY JANE.

I DON'T THINK IT'S VERY HONORABLE OF THE POPE

TO THROW THE WOMEN OUT OF THE CHOIRS

THAT'S BEEN THERE FOR YEARS,

SLAVING AWAY, AND PUT LITTLE WHIPPIER SNAPPERS OF BOYS

OVER THEIR HEADS.

WELL, I SUPPOSE IT IS FOR THE GOOD OF THE CHURCH

IF THE POPE SAYS SO, BUT IT'S NOT RIGHT, AND IT'S NOT JUST.

NOW, AUNT KATE, YOU'RE GIVING SCANDAL TO MR. BROWNE,

WHO IS OF THE OTHER PERSUASION.

OH, I DON'T QUESTION THE POPE'S BEING RIGHT.

I'M JUST A STUPID OLD WOMAN.

I WOULDN'T PRESUME TO DO SUCH A THING,

BUT THERE IS SUCH A THING AS COMMON, EVERYDAY POLITENESS

AND GRATITUDE, AND IF I WERE IN JULIA'S PLACE,

I'D JUST TEAR THAT FATHER HELEY STRAIGHT UP INTO HIS...

AND BESIDES, AUNT KATE, WE REALLY ARE ALL HUNGRY,

AND WHEN WE ARE HUNGRY, WE ARE ALL VERY QUARRELSOME.

AND WHEN WE ARE THIRSTY, WE ARE ALSO QUARRELSOME.

SO WE HAD BETTER GO TO SUPPER

AND FINISH THE DISCUSSION AFTERWARDS.

WILL ALL THE GENTLEMEN PLEASE BRING A CHAIR?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

MOLLY, YOU'RE NOT LEAVING, ARE YOU?

YES, I MUST.

BUT YOU CAN'T GO BEFORE SUPPER.

BUT I'M NOT IN THE LEAST BIT HUNGRY, I ASSURE YOU.

AH, BUT ONLY FOR 10 MINUTES, MOLLY,

SURELY THAT WON'T DELAY YOU.

TO TAKE A PICK ITSELF AFTER ALL YOUR DANCING.

I REALLY CAN'T.

WELL, IF YOU REALLY ARE OBLIGED TO GO OUT,

I'D BE GLAD TO SEE YOU HOME.

I'M NOT GOING HOME. I'M OFF TO A MEETING.

WHAT KIND OF A MEETING?

A UNION ONE AT LIBERTY HALL.

JAMES CONNELLY IS SPEAKING.

YOU MEAN, A REPUBLICAN MEETING.

UH-HUH.

YOU'RE THE COMICAL GIRL, MOLLY.

SHE'LL BE THE ONLY WOMAN THERE.

IT WON'T BE THE FIRST TIME.

WELL, GOOD NIGHT ALL.

BALLOT LIVES!

HA HA HA!

IF ANYBODY'S IN HERE, STAGE TO LET,

AND NOBODY TO CARVE THE GOOSE.

OH, HERE I AM, AUNT KATE,

READY TO CARVE A FLOCK OF GEESE IF NECESSARY.

[LAUGHTER]

BLESS US, O LORD, AND THESE THY GIFTS

WHICH OF THY BOUNTY WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE

THROUGH CHRIST OUR LORD. AMEN.

All: AMEN.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS THROUGHOUT IN BACKGROUND]

MISS DALY, WHAT SHALL I SERVE YOU,

A WING OR A SLICE OF BREAST?

A SMALL SLICE OF BREAST PLEASE.

MR. BROWNE.

WHOSE IS THIS?

THAT'S YOURS THERE.

OH, THANK YOU KINDLY.

IS THIS MINE?

YES.

OH, MISS FURLONG?

MISS FURLONG, WHAT WILL YOU HAVE?

OH, ANYTHING AT ALL IS ALL RIGHT.

BUT WE START EATING IMMEDIATELY,

THAT GOOSE WAS NOT COOKED

TO GET COLD STANDING IN FRONT OF IT.

WELL, EVERYTHING LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS, MISS MORKAN.

IT'S NOT TOO DRY, IS IT?

IT LOOKS SPLENDID, MISS MORKAN.

NORMALLY I'M NOT AT ALL THAT PARTIAL TO GOOSE.

USUALLY, IT'S SO TOUGH,

BUT IN THIS CASE I TAKE BACK ALL MY FORMER JUDGMENTS.

YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE ALWAYS PREFERRED GOOSE TO TURKEY?

TURKEY TO ME TASTES LIKE CHICKEN SOAKED IN WATER THEN RUNG OUT.

AH, THE OLDER WE GET, THE MORE FLAVOR WE LIKE.

WHERE'S THE APPLESAUCE?

I'M SORRY. THERE ISN'T ANY.

NO APPLESAUCE?

I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE HAD APPLESAUCE.

PLAIN OLD GOOSE WITHOUT APPLESAUCE

HAS ALWAYS BEEN GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME,

AND I HOPE I MAY NEVER EAT WORSE.

THAT'S RIGHT, AUNT KATE.

STAND UP FOR YOUR PRINCIPALS.

WILL YOU AND AUNT JULIA SIT DOWN AND HAVE YOUR SUPPER?

AH, TIME ENOUGH, TIME ENOUGH.

WILL YOU STOP FUSSING AROUND LIKE A COUPLE OF BROODY HENS?

PLEASE DON'T CONCERN YOURSELVES ABOUT US,

PLEASE JUST ENJOY YOURSELVES.

WELL, HOW CAN WE WHEN YOU'RE BUZZING AROUND LIKE BEES IN A JAM JAR?

COME ON, COME ON!

SIT YOURSELF DOWN AND PROCLAIM YOURSELF, PLEASE!

[APPLAUSE AND CHEERS]

AUNT JULIA, YOU MUST SIT DOWN.

YOU'RE STANDING UP FAR TOO LONG.

THERE WE GO NOW.

DO YOU THINK I COULD HAVE THE WISH BONE, MR. CONROY?

CERTAINLY.

IT MUST BE A BIG WISH YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE, HMM?

IT IS.

OH!

[APPLAUSE]

I HOPE WE WERE SHARING THE SAME WISH.

HAVE ANY OF YOU SEEN THE NEW PRODUCTION AT THE THEATRE ROYAL?

I HAVE. INDEED, A NUMBER OF US HAVE.

WHAT DID YOU THINK OF IT?

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT.

MY GOD, WHEN YOU HEAR RUDOLPHO'S ARIA.

WHAT'S IT CALLED?

QUE GELIDA MALINA.

YOU HARDLY WANT TO GO ON LIVING.

IT GAVE ME GOOSE PIMPLES ALL DOWN MY ARMS.

WHAT DID?

YOUR TINY HAND IS FROZEN.

FUNNY. I'M BOILING.

WHY DON'T YOU GO OVER TO THE FIREPLACE AND WARM THEM UP?

FREDDY, YOU HAVE IT ALL WRONG.

WHY, SURE, IF HER HANDS ARE COLD.

IT'S THE NAME OF A SONG.

WHAT SONG? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

EXPLAIN IT TO YOU HIM, WILL YA?

DAD.

HOW MANY OF YOU WERE THERE LAST NIGHT?

I WAS THERE FIVE NIGHTS AGO, FOR THE OPENING.

MOST OF US WERE.

WELL, YOU CAN COUNT YOURSELVES LUCKY.

I HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO GO LAST NIGHT.

HUH, VERDUCI WAS INDISPOSED,

AND HIS UNDERSTUDY HAD TO TAKE OVER.

NEED I SAY, IT WAS THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME.

THE SORT OF A THING A MAN DREAMS ABOUT.

AND WHAT HAPPENED?

HOW DID HE GET ON?

IT WASN'T HIS VOICE, WHICH WAS MODERATE,

A LITTLE BIT THIN AND UNSTEADY ON TOP.

WELL, WHAT THEN?

HIS DICTION IS ABOUT ARTISTIC

AS AN AUCTIONEER AT A CATTLE FAIR.

ROUGH IS NO WORD FOR IT,

TWAS BRUTAL, AND THIS TO PROJECT THE GREATEST PERILS

THAT EVER DRIFT FROM A COMPOSER'S PEN,

WITH THE SOLE EXCEPTION OF VERDE.

I HEARD THAT VERDE'S MORALS WERE DUBIOUS.

OH, VERY DUBIOUS INDEED.

AH, BUT WHAT A GENIUS,

AND WHAT RESPECT THE COMMON ITALIAN PEOPLE HAD FOR HIM.

SURE, WHEN HE WAS DYING THEY COVERED HIS STREET

OUTSIDE HIS WINDOW WITH STRAW,

SO HE WOULDN'T BE DISTURBED BY THE NOISE OF THEIR CARTS.

WOULD THAT HAVE HAPPENED IN IRELAND?

OH, NO.

OH, I SUPPOSE NOT.

HE WOULD HAVE BEEN RUINED BY A WOMAN JUST LIKE POOR BARNELL.

WHEN I THINK--

[GLASS TINKLING]

GENTLEMEN, PLEASE, NO POLITICS.

SORRY, KATE, SORRY.

KEEP THESE DISCUSSIONS FOR YOUR COMMITTEE MEETINGS.

MR. D'ARCY, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE OTHER ROLES?

I MUST SAY, MADAME DEVEROUX HAS A LOVELY TIMBRE,

GREAT HOMOGENEITY OF TONE.

HOW SHOULD I PUT IT? SHE'S AN EMBROCATION.

WELL, AFTER ALL SHE'S THEIR LEADING CONTRALTO.

I HOPE NONE OF YOU EXPERTS WILL LAUGH AT ME,

BUT DO YOU KNOW I FOUND HER STYLE OF PRODUCTION RATHER VULGAR.

HAVE ANY OF YOU BEEN TO THE PANTALOON AT THE GAIETY?

BECAUSE NOW THERE'S A NEGRO CHIEFTAIN SINGING

IN THE SECOND PART OF IT

THAT'S GOT ONE OF THE FINEST TENOR VOICES I'VE EVER HEARD.

YOU DON'T SAY?

I DO.

HAVE YOU-- HAVE YOU HEARD HIM?

BECAUSE NOW I'D BE CURIOUS TO HEAR YOUR OPINION ON HIM.

I THINK HE HAS A GRAND VOICE.

TRUST TEDDY TO FIND OUT ALL THE GOOD THINGS.

WELL, WHY CAN'T HE HAVE A VOICE, TOO?

IS IT BECAUSE HE'S ONLY A BLACK?

AND WHY DO YOU INSIST ON CALLING ME TEDDY?

MY NAME IS FREDDY, AS YOU WELL KNOW.

THEODORE ALFRED MALINS.

FIRST THINGS FIRST I SAY.

THEODORE, TEDDY!

YOU KNOW, ONE OF MY GIRLS GAVE ME A PASS FOR MIGNON.

OF COURSE IT WAS VERY FINE,

BUT SEEING IT AGAIN

MADE ME THINK OF POOR GEORGINA BURNS.

BURNS, BURNS, YES, I REMEMBER.

THE YOUNG SCOTTISH SOPRANO.

SHE DIED VERY YOUNG, DIDN'T SHE?

AND I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL, OF PNEUMONIA,

CAUGHT FROM NOT LOOKING AFTER HER THROAT AFTER SINGING, THEY SAID.

VERY TRAGIC, VERY TRAGIC.

OF COURSE I CAN REMEMBER EVEN FURTHER BACK

THAN THAT, TO THE GREAT DAYS OF BEL CANTO

WHEN THE OLD ITALIAN OPERA COMPANIES USED TO COME

TO DUBLIN--TIETJENS, ILMA DEMURZKA, CAMPANINI,

RAVELLI, GIUGLINI, ARAMBURO,

THE GREAT TREBELLI, MMM?

OH, THOSE WERE THE DAYS.

THOSE WERE THE DAYS WHEN SOMETHING LIKE

SINGING WAS TO BE HEARD IN DUBLIN.

THE TOP GALLERY OF THE OLD THEATRE ROYAL

USED TO BE PACKED NIGHT AFTER NIGHT.

MM-HMM. YES. AND THEN I RECALL

ON ONE OCCASION A YOUNG ITALIAN TENOR SINGING

FIVE ENCORES TO LET ME LIKE A SOLDIER FALL,

AND INTRODUCING A HIGH C EVERY TIME.

TWAS DO TO REMEMBER THE HIGH Cs ALWAYS, MR. GRACE.

AND THEN OF COURSE WHEN SOME PRIMA DONNA MADE A HIT,

THE GALLERY BOYS AND THEIR ENTHUSIASM

WOULD UNHOOK THE HORSES FROM THE CARRIAGE,

AND PILLAGE THEMSELVES FROM THE THEATRE TO HER HOTEL.

OH, GOD BE WITH THE DAYS.

I WONDER WHY THEY DON'T PLAY THE GRAND OLD OPERAS NOW,

DINORAH, LUCREZIA BORGIA.

BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE THE VOICES TO SING THEM, THAT'S WHY.

OH, WELL, I PRESUME THERE ARE AS GOOD SINGERS TODAY AS THERE WERE THEN.

WHERE ARE THEY?

IN LONDON, PARIS, MILAN.

I SUPPOSE CARUSO, FOR EXAMPLE, IS QUITE AS GOOD

IF NOT BETTER THAN ANY OF THE MEN YOU MENTIONED.

MAYBE SO, BUT I MAY TELL YOU, I DOUBT IT.

OH, I'D GIVE ANYTHING TO HEAR CARUSO SING.

FOR ME THERE WAS ONLY ONE TENOR,

TO PLEASE ME, I MEAN.

OH, I DON'T SUPPOSE ANY OF YOU EVER HEARD OF HIM.

WHO WAS HE, MISS MARKAN?

HIS NAME WAS PARKINSON.

I HEARD HIM WHEN HE WAS IN HIS PRIME.

I THINK THEN HE HAD THE PUREST TENOR VOICE

EVER PUT INTO A MAN'S THROAT.

STRANGE, I NEVER EVEN HEARD OF HIM.

HAVEN'T YOU, D'ARCY?

HMM. NEVERTHELESS MISS MORKAN IS RIGHT.

I CERTAINLY HAVE HEARD OF OLD PARKINSON,

ALTHOUGH I NEVER HAD THE PLEASURE OF LISTENING TO HIM.

THE PURE SWEET MELLOW ENGLISH TENOR.

EXCUSE ME, MA'AM.

THE PUDDING IS READY TO BE SERVED NOW.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

MAY I CONGRATULATE THE CHEF?

AUNT JULIA MADE IT ALL BY HERSELF.

MISS MORKAN, IT IS A WORK OF ART.

IT LOOKS DELICIOUS.

WELL, I WAS AFRAID IT WASN'T QUITE BROWN ENOUGH.

I HOPE I'M BROWN ENOUGH FOR YOU,

BECAUSE YOU SEE I'M ALL BROWNE.

COULD I HAVE THE CELERY, PLEASE?

THANK YOU.

THE DOCTOR SAID IT WAS A CAPITAL THING FOR MY BLOOD.

WAIT TILL AFTER THE PUDDING.

I NEED SOMETHING TO DEADEN THE TASTE.

DID FREDDY TELL YOU HE'S OFF TO MOUNT MELLERAY IN A WEEK OR SO?

OH. REALLY?

I HEAR THE AIR DOWN THERE IS VERY PRICEY.

THE MONKS NEVER EVEN ASK FOR A PENNY PIECE FROM THEIR GUESTS.

THEY'RE VERY HOSPITABLE, THE MONKS.

YOU'LL BE GETTING PLENTY OF CELERY DOWN AT MOUNT MELLERAY.

YOU MEAN TO TELL A CHAP CAN GO DOWN THERE,

AND PUT UP THERE AS IF IT WERE A HOTEL,

AND LIVE ON THE FAT OF THE LAND,

AND THEN COME AWAY WITHOUT PAYING A CENT?

MOST PEOPLE GIVE SOME DONATION TO THE MONASTERY WHEN THEY LEAVE.

I WISH WE HAD AN INSTITUTION LIKE THAT IN OUR CHURCH.

THE MONKS NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING, AND THEY GET UP AT TWO IN THE MORNING.

WHAT'S MORE, THEY SLEEP IN THEIR COFFINS.

WHY? WHY?

BECAUSE IT'S THE RULE OF THE ORDER.

YES, BUT WHY?

BECAUSE IT'S THE RULE, THAT'S ALL.

WELL, THERE HAS TO BE SOME SORT OF LOGIC BEHIND IT.

YOU KNOW THE DOCTRINE,

THAT, UH, IN THE EYES OF THE CHURCH,

WE CAN DO PENANCE FOR OTHERS.

THIS NOW IS WHAT FATHER O'ROURKE EXPLAINED TO ME...

THEREBY GAINING INDULGENCES, YOU SEE,

REMISSION OF SINS,

AND THEREFORE THE MONKS ARE TRYING TO, UH...

COMPENSATE FOR-- FOR ALL THE SINS...

COMMITTED BY ALL THE SINNERS

IN THE--IN THE OUTSIDE, UH...

EXTERNAL WORLD.

YOU MEAN...

THEY'RE TRYING TO GET US ALL OFF THE HOOK?

WELL, ON THE LAST DAY...

YOU SEE...DAY OF JUDGMENT.

INCLUDING AGNOSTICS, ATHEISTS, HEATHENS,

AS GOOD AS YOU SO ELOQUENTLY PUT IT,

THOSE OF US OF THE OTHER PERSUASION.

I-I-I-I THINK SO.

[LAUGHTER]

I'M ALL IN FAVOR OF THE IDEA.

FOUNDED IT NOT TO BE, LIKE GETTING FREE INSURANCE.

[LAUGHTER]

BUT WOULDN'T A COMFORTABLE SPRING BED

DO THEM AS WELL AS A COFFIN?

THEY ARE VERY GOOD MEN, THE MONKS.

VERY PIOUS.

THE COFFIN IS TO REMIND THEM OF THEIR LAST END.

YES. WELL...

[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]

GABRIEL.

GRETTA, MAY I HAVE YOUR PLATE?

A GLASS OF SHERRY?

[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]

[BANGING]

COULD I...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...

IT IS NOT THE FIRST TIME

THAT WE HAVE GATHERED AROUND THIS HOSPITABLE BOARD,

AS THE RECIPIENTS, OR PERHAPS I HAD BETTER SAY,

THE VICTIMS OF THE HOSPITALITY OF A CERTAIN GOOD LADIES.

INDEED, NO TRADITION DOES OUR COUNTRY MORE HONOR

THAN ITS OVERWHELMING HOSPITALITY.

SOME MIGHT CONSIDER IT A FAILING, AND IF SO,

IT IS A PRINCELY ONE.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE LIVING IN A SKEPTICAL,

AND IF I MAY USE THE PHRASE, A POOR TORMENTED WORLD,

WHERE THE VALUES OF THE PAST ARE OFTEN AT A DISCOUNT,

BUT IT GIVES ME JOY THAT UNDER THIS ONE ROOF,

THE SPIRIT OF GOOD OLD-FASHIONED,

WARM-HEARTED COURTEOUS IRISH HOSPITALITY IS STILL ALIVE AMONG US.

LONG MAY IT CONTINUE.

HEAR, HEAR.

AND YET..

IN GATHERINGS SUCH AS THIS,

SADDER THOUGHTS WILL OCCUR TO OUR MINDS,

THOUGHTS OF THE PAST, OF YOUTH, OF CHANGES.

OF ABSENT SOME FRIENDS THAT WE MISS HERE TONIGHT,

BUT OUR WORK IS AMONG THE LIVING.

WE MUST NOT BROOD OR STOOP TO GLOOMY MORALIZING.

WE HAVE ALL OF US LIVING DUTIES AND LIVING AFFECTIONS,

WHICH CLAIM, AND RIGHTLY, OUR STRENUOUS ENDEAVORS.

NOW, HERE WE ARE MET,

MOMENTARILY AWAY FROM THE BUSTLE OF OUR EVERYDAY ROUTINES

IN A SPIRIT OF GOOD FELLOWSHIP.

IN THE TRUE SPIRIT OF COMRADERY,

AND AS THE GUESTS OF...

WELL, WHAT SHALL I CALL THEM?

THE THREE GRACES OF THE DUBLIN MUSICAL WORLD.

WHAT DID HE SAY, WHAT DID HE SAY?

HE SAYS WE ARE THE THREE GRACES, AUNT JULIA.

AH.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

I SHALL NOT ATTEMPT TO PLAY THE PART

THAT PARIS PLAYED IN ANCIENT TIMES.

TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM,

THE TASK WOULD BE AN INVIDIOUS ONE AND BEYOND MY POOR POWERS.

FOR WHEN I VIEW THEM IN TURN,

WHETHER IT BE OUR CHIEF HOSTESS HERSELF,

WHOSE GOOD HEART, WHOSE TOO GOOD HEART,

HAS BECOME A BYWORD WITH ALL WHO KNOW HER,

OR HER SISTER,

WHO SEEMS TO BE GIFTED WITH PERENNIAL YOUTH,

AND WHOSE SINGING MUST HAVE BEEN A SURPRISE

AND A REVELATION TO US ALL TONIGHT.

OR LAST BUT NOT LEAST,

WHEN I CONSIDER OUR YOUNGEST HOSTESS,

TALENTED, CHEERFUL, HARDWORKING,

AND THE BEST OF NIECES,

OH, I CONFESS I DO NOT KNOW TO WHICH OF THEM I SHOULD AWARD THE PRIZE.

SO LET US TOAST THEM, ALL THREE TOGETHER.

LET US DRINK TO THEIR HEALTH, WEALTH,

LONG-LIFE, HAPPINESS, AND PROSPERITY.

AND MAY THEY LONG CONTINUE TO HOLD THE PROUD

AND SELF-WON POSITION THEY HOLD IN THEIR PROFESSION,

AND THE POSITION OF HONOR AND AFFECTION,

WHICH THEY HOLD IN OUR HEARTS.

♪ FOR THEY ARE JOLLY FINE FELLOWS ♪

♪ WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY ♪

♪ UNLESS HE TELLS A LIE ♪

♪ FOR THEY ARE JOLLY FINE FELLOWS ♪

♪ WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY ♪

[CHEERING]

[LAUGHTER]

STOP. BOTH OF YOU.

OH, LOOK. IT'S STOPPED SNOWING.

ICY ENOUGH TO BE INSIDE THOUGH.

OH, OUR BEDS ARE GOING TO BE ICY TONIGHT.

IT WOULD BE WORTH GETTING MARRIED JUST TO KEEP WARM.

[LAUGHTER]

LOVELY, SWEET. ENJOYED MYSELF ENORMOUSLY.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.

THANK YOU, MY DEAR.

SUCCULENT MEAL AS USUAL,

AND, JULIA, THANK YOU FOR A LOVELY EVENING.

MY GRANDMOTHER'S OLD GARDENER SAID IN NOVEMBER

IT WAS GOING TO BE A HARD WINTER.

HOW DID HE KNOW?

THE ALMANAC.

UH-HUH.

AND HE SAID THE BERRIES WERE VERY RED ON THE HOLLY,

AND THAT THERE WERE A LOT OF THEM.

THAT MEANS A HARD WINTER.

THE BIRDS ALSO, I HEARD A LOT OF FIELD FARES

AND RED WINGS PASS THROUGH EARLY.

ARE YOU AN ORNITHOLOGIST, AS WELL?

AN AMATEUR.

I SUPPOSE BEING A SINGER MAKES ME SUSCEPTIBLE

TO OTHER CREATURES THAT SING,

AND BIRDS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SINGERS OF ALL.

JUST THINK OF THE WILLOW WARBLER, OR THE WREN,

AND IN ITALY I HEARD WONDERFUL BIRDS,

THE NIGHTINGALE, OF COURSE.

IS IT LIKE IN THE ODE OF MR. KEATS?

NOT AT ALL.

GOOD NIGHT! GOOD NIGHT, ALL!

COME ALONG, DEAR.

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

GOOD NIGHT.

OH, INCIDENTALLY, GABRIEL, I'VE BEEN MEANING TO ASK YOU ALL EVENING,

AND I KEEP FORGETTING IT.

HAVE YOU FINISHED MARKING THE EXAMS YET?

ALMOST.

AH, WELL, TRY AND GET THEM TO ME

AS QUICKLY AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN,

SO THAT I CAN POST THE RESULTS AT FIRST OF TERM.

FIRST THING MONDAY MORNING.

AH, VERY GOOD, MY BOY, THANK YOU.

WELL, ONCE AGAIN, GOOD NIGHT, ALL.

WE'RE REALLY GRATEFUL FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY, MISS MORKAN.

IT REALLY WAS A TREAT,

EVEN BETTER THAN LAST YEAR. WASN'T IT, FREDDY?

WAS I HERE LAST YEAR?

[LAUGHTER]

IT WAS OUR PLEASURE.

WHEN DO YOU GO BACK TO SCOTLAND AGAIN?

OH, ON MONDAY, I NEVER TRAVEL ON THE LORD'S DAY IF I CAN HELP IT.

AND WHEN DO WE HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SEEING YOU BACK IN IRELAND?

WELL, PERHAPS WHEN MY SON-IN-LAW TAKES THE FAMILY FISHING.

DURING AUGUST THE VISAGES AND THE HIGHLANDS ARE BEST.

FREDDY, WILL YOU BRING A CHAIR?

THAT WILL BE SOMETHING FOR FREDDY TO LOOK FORWARD TO, MRS. MALINS.

ROUND ABOUT THERE, FREDDY.

HERE WE ARE.

EXCUSE ME, LADIES.

GOOD-BYE, FREDDY.

GOOD NIGHT, FREDDY.

GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT.

AH, SURE, GOD LOVE HER.

I'M SURE HE WASN'T SO BAD THIS YEAR.

NOT AT ALL, NO.

YOU FEEL LIKE A POST STUCK IN THE GROUND,

MR. CONROY, A FINE STRONG MAN.

I WISH THE SAME COULD BE SAID ABOUT MY FREDDY.

FREDDY, WILL YOU GO AND GET A CAB, I'LL LOOK AFTER YOUR MOTHER.

I'M ON MY WAY.

CAN'T THINK THE PAIR OF YOU AS BOYS,

WHO WOULD THINK THERE WOULD BE SUCH A DIFFERENCE.

WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOR, MR. CONROY?

OF COURSE.

WILL YOU KEEP AN EYE ON HIM WHILE I'M AWAY?

I WILL, OF COURSE, MRS. MALINS.

[FREDDY WHISTLING]

HE'LL HAVE EVERY CAB IN DUBLIN OUT.

I THINK FREDDY WILL NEVER GET MARRIED NOW.

[SNORING]

TIME TO GO HOME, MR. BROWNE.

MR. BROWNE, WAKE UP!

IT'S TIME TO GO.

OH.

NOW...

I'VE GOT ONE.

I'VE GOT A CAB.

OH, GOOD MAN, FREDDY.

YOU CAN TAKE MR. BROWNE ON YOUR WAY HOME, CAN'T YOU?

I'LL JUST ASK MY MOTHER.

IS THAT ALL RIGHT?

BROWNE HAS DONE THE SAME FOR ME ON SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.

WAY OUT OF OUR WAY HOME.

MY LEG IS HURTING ME!

OH, MOTHER, I OWE IT TO HIM.

OH, I WISH YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM THAT MAN.

PUT BROWNE IN FIRST,

I DON'T WANT TO GET KICKED WHEN YOU ARE SORTING HIM OUT.

27 MUNSTER ROAD, JONATHAN'S BARN,

THEN HEAD STRAIGHT ON FOR RALPH MINES.

EXCUSE ME, SIR? WHAT?

HOW WOULD I FIND THAT PLACE?

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET TO RALPH MINES?

NO, SIR, NOR THE OTHER PLACE.

YOU'RE NOT A DUBLIN MAN, ARE YA, DRIVER?

NO, SIR.

SOMEWHERE FROM THE WEST OF IRELAND?

[SPEAKING IN GAELIC]

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW DUBLIN

OR [SPEAKING IN GAELIC]

AS YOU CALL YOURSELF THERE?

OH, MY NIGHT BACK.

AH, BADLY SIR, AS A MATTER OF FACT,

I'M NOT REALLY A CAB DRIVER,

JUST HELPING THE SISTER'S HUSBAND

TO MAKE A FEW EXTRA BUB OVER THE CHRISTMAS.

IN FACT, SIR, I WAS LOST WHEN YOUR OTHER FOUND ME.

HOW ARE YOU, MOTHER. ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?

I AM NOT.

COULD YOU WEDGE A PILLOW UNDER MY KNEE?

I'LL GET A PILLOW INSIDE.

IT'S NOT NECESSARY, THERE'S PLENTY OF PILLOWS IN HERE.

I PUT ONE ON THE FLOOR UNDER MY FOOT!

OH, OH!

IF THE DRIVER DOESN'T MIND.

I'M SURE THEY'VE BEEN USED FOR OTHER PURPOSES,

GOING TWICE AROUND THE PARK.

YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE, BROWNE, IN THE PRESENCE OF MY MOTHER!

HOW'S THAT?

OH, IT WILL DO.

WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE NOW?

JUST ABOUT, SIR.

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO GET TO TRINITY COLLEGE?

TRINITY COLLEGE. AH, I BELIEVE I DO, SIR.

RIGHT, DRIVE, BANG UP AGAINST ITS GATES,

AND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE TO GO FROM THERE.

DRIVE LIKE A BIRD TO TRINITY COLLEGE!

RIGHT YOU ARE, MA'AM!

COME ON! GIDDY UP!

YOU FORGOT YOUR THINGA MA JIGS, MR. CONROY.

MY GALOSHES, LILY, MY GALOSHES.

GALOSHES.

WHERE ON EARTH IS THIS WIFE OF MINE, HUH?

I DON'T KNOW, SIR.

GRETTA?

♪ IF YOU'LL BE THE LASS OF AUGHRIM ♪

♪ AS I AM TAKING YOU MEAN TO BE ♪

♪ TELL ME THE FIRST TOKEN ♪

♪ THAT PASSED BETWEEN YOU AND ME ♪

♪ OH, DON'T YOU REMEMBER ♪

♪ THAT NIGHT ON YON LEAN HILL ♪

♪ WHEN WE BOTH MET TOGETHER ♪

♪ WHICH I'M SORRY NOW TO TELL ♪

♪ OH, THE RAIN FALLS ON MY HEAVY LOCKS ♪

♪ AND THE DEW WETS MY SKIN ♪

♪ MY BABE LIES COLD WITHIN MY ARMS ♪

♪ BUT NONE WILL LET ME IN ♪

♪ MY BABE LIES COLD WITHIN MY ARMS ♪

♪ BUT NONE WILL LET ME IN ♪

OH, MR. D'ARCY, WE WERE IN RAPTURES LISTENING TO YOU.

AND HE SAID HE HAD A FROG IN HIS THROAT AND COULDN'T SING.

OH, NO, MR. D'ARCY WHAT A FIB.

DON'T YOU ANNOY HIM, MARY JANE, I WON'T HAVE MR. D'ARCY ANNOYED.

WOULD YOU TAKE TIME AND TRY THE HORSE?

NO, NOT IN THIS SNOW.

NOT EVEN IN THE HIGHEST--

IT WAS A GREAT PRIVILEGE TO HEAR YOU, NO MATTER HOW BRIEF.

ONE MUST BE VERY CAREFUL IN THIS WEATHER, YOU SEE.

IT AFFECTS THE VOCAL CHORDS.

INDEED. REMEMBER WHAT MARY JANE WAS SAYING ABOUT POOR GEORGINA BURNS.

MMM. YES.

THEY SAY NEVER PASS O'CONNELL BRIDGE WITHOUT SEEING A WHITE HORSE.

I SEE A WHITE MAN THIS TIME.

DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT JOHNNY AND KING BILLY'S STATUE?

WHO'S JOHNNY?

WELL, THE LATE LAMENTED PATRICK MORKAN,

MY GRANDFATHER, WELL, AS YOU KNOW, A GLUE BOILER.

YOUR AUNT SAID HE HAD A STARCH MAN.

WELL, A STARCH OF GLUE.

ANYWAY HE HAD A HORSE CALLED JOHNNY,

AND JOHNNY USED TO WORK IN THE MILL.

WALKING ROUND AND ROUND IT IN ORDER TO DRIVE THE MILL,

AND ONE FINE DAY, THE OLD GENTLEMEN DECIDED

HE'D LIKE TO DRIVE OUT WITH THE QUALITY

TO A MILITARY REVIEW IN THE PARK.

SO HE DRESSED HIMSELF OUT IN HIS BEST,

HIS BEST TOP HAT, HIS BEST COLLAR,

AND OFF HE WENT,

AND EVERYTHING WENT ALONG BEAUTIFULLY

UNTIL THEY CAME TO KING BILLY'S STATUE,

AND--HA HA--WELL, JOHNNY FELL IN LOVE

WITH THE HORSE KING BILLY SITS ON,

OR WHETHER HE THOUGHT HE WAS BACK AGAIN IN THE MILL,

HE STARTED TO WALK ROUND AND ROUND THE STATUE.

THE OLD GENTLEMEN, HE WAS HIGHLY INDIGNANT.

HE COULDN'T STOP HIM. HE SAID, JOHNNY, JOHNNY.

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THE ANIMAL?

I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THE BEAST,

MOST EXTRAORDINARY CONDUCT,

AND HE HAD--HE HAD TO GET OUT AND--AND WALK JOHNNY HOME.

[BELL RINGING]

GOOD EVENING. WHAT ROOM NUMBER?

14, PLEASE.

14.

THIS WAY.

YOU LOOK TIRED.

I AM A LITTLE.

YOU DON'T FEEL ILL OR WEAK?

I'M A LITTLE TIRED, THAT'S ALL.

UH, FREDDY MALINS.

POOR FREDDY MALINS.

WHAT ABOUT HIM?

WELL, POOR FELLOW, IF I HAD A MOTHER LIKE THAT,

I SUPPOSE I WOULD HAVE TAKEN TO THE DRINK, TOO.

OH, NO. YOU'RE FAR TOO RESPONSIBLE, GABRIEL.

TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.

TELL ME. I THINK I KNOW WHAT THE MATTER IS.

DO I KNOW?

OH, I'M THINKING ABOUT THAT SONG THE LAST OF LOCHROYAN.

WELL, WHAT ABOUT THAT SONG? WHY SHOULD THAT MAKE YOU CRY?

I'M THINKING ABOUT A PERSON LONG AGO WHO USED TO SING THAT SONG.

AND WHO WAS THAT PERSON LONG AGO?

IT WAS A PERSON I USED TO KNOW IN GALWAY

WHEN I WAS LIVING WITH MY GRANDMOTHER.

SOMEONE YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH?

IT WAS A YOUNG BOY I USED TO KNOW, NAMED MICHAEL FUREY.

HE USED TO SING THAT SONG THE LAST OF LOCHROYAN.

HE WAS VERY DELICATE. I CAN SEE HIM SO PLAINLY.

SUCH EYES AS HE HAD,

BIG DARK EYES,

AND AN EXPRESSION IN THEM,

AN EXPRESSION.

OH, SO YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM?

I USED TO GO OUT WALKING WITH HIM WHEN I WAS IN GALWAY.

PERHAPS THAT WAS WHY YOU WANTED TO GALWAY WITH THAT IVORS WOMAN.

WHAT FOR?

WELL, HOW DO I KNOW? TO SEE HIM PERHAPS.

HE'S DEAD.

HE DIED WHEN HE WAS ONLY 17.

ISN'T IT A TERRIBLE THING TO DIE SO YOUNG AS THAT?

WHAT WAS HE?

HE WAS IN THE GASWORKS.

I SUPPOSE YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH THIS MICHAEL FUREY, GRETTA.

I WAS GREAT WITH HIM AT THE TIME.

WHAT WAS IT HE DIED OF SO YOUNG?

CONSUMPTION, WAS IT?

I THINK HE DIED FOR ME.

IT WAS IN THE WINTER,

ABOUT THE BEGINNING OF THE WINTER.

I WAS LEAVING MY GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE

TO COME UP TO THE CONVENT IN DUBLIN.

AND HE WAS ILL AT THE TIME IN HIS LODGINGS IN GALWAY,

WOULDN'T BE LET OUT,

AND HIS PEOPLE IN OUGHTERARD WERE WRITTEN TO.

HE WAS IN DECLINE, THEY SAID, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

I NEVER KNEW RIGHTLY.

POOR FELLOW.

HE WAS VERY FOND OF ME

AND HE WAS SUCH A GENTLE BOY.

WE USED TO GO OUT WALKING TOGETHER, YOU KNOW,

GABRIEL, THE WAY THEY DO IN THE COUNTRY.

HE WAS GOING TO STUDY SINGING ONLY FOR HIS HEALTH.

HE HAD A VERY GOOD VOICE, POOR MICHAEL FUREY.

WELL...

AND THEN?

THEN WHEN IT CAME TO THE TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE GALWAY

AND COME UP TO THE CONVENT,

HE WAS MUCH WORSE

AND I WOULDN'T BE LET TO SEE HIM

SO I WROTE HIM A LETTER

SAYING I WAS GOING UP TO DUBLIN

WOULD BE BACK IN THE SUMMER,

AND HOPING HE'D BE BETTER BY THEN.

THEN THE NIGHT BEFORE I LEFT,

I WAS IN MY GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE IN NUNS' ISLAND,

PACKING UP.

I HEARD GRAVEL THROWN UP AGAINST THE WINDOW.

THE WINDOW WAS SO WET I COULDN'T SEE OUT,

SO I RAN DOWNSTAIRS AS I WAS AND SLIPPED OUT

THE BACK INTO THE GARDEN

AND THERE WAS THE POOR FELLOW

AT THE END OF THE GARDEN, SHIVERING.

DID YOU NOT TELL HIM TO GO BACK?

I IMPLORED OF HIM TO GO HOME AT ONCE

AND TOLD HIM HE WOULD GET HIS DEATH IN THE RAIN.

BUT HE SAID HE DID NOT WANT TO LIVE.

I CAN SEE HIS EYES AS WELL, AS WELL!

DID HE GO HOME?

YES, HE WENT HOME.

AND AFTER I WAS ONLY A WEEK IN THE CONVENT HE DIED.

HE WAS BURIED IN OUGHTERARD,

WHERE HIS PEOPLE CAME FROM.

OH, THE DAY I HEARD THAT...

THAT HE WAS DEAD!

[SOBBING]

[THINKING] HOW POOR A PART I'VE PLAYED IN YOUR LIFE.

IT'S ALMOST AS THOUGH I'M NOT YOUR HUSBAND

AND WE'VE NEVER LIVED TOGETHER AS MAN AND WIFE.

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE THEN?

TO ME YOUR FACE IS STILL BEAUTIFUL,

BUT IT'S NO LONGER THE ONE

FOR WHICH MICHAEL FUREY BRAVED DEATH.

WHY AM I FEELING THIS RIOT OF EMOTION?

WHAT STIRRED IT UP?

THE RIDE IN THE CAB...

HER NOT RESPONDING WHEN I KISSED HER HAND.

MY AUNT'S PARTY...

MY OWN FOOLISH SPEECH.

THE WINE, DANCING, MUSIC.

POOR AUNT JULIA!

THAT HAGGARD LOOK ON HER FACE WHEN SHE WAS SINGING ARRAYED FOR THE BRIDAL.

SOON, SHE'LL BE A SHADE, TOO,

WITH THE SHADE OF PATRICK MORKAN AND HIS HOUSE.

SOON PERHAPS I'LL BE SITTING IN THAT SAME DRAWING ROOM,

DRESSED IN BLACK, THE BLINDS WOULD BE DRAWN DOWN,

AND I'D BE CASTING ABOUT IN HIS MIND FOR WORDS OF CONSOLATION...

AND WOULD FIND ONLY LAME AND USELESS ONES.

YES, YES. THAT WILL HAPPEN VERY SOON.

YES, THE NEWSPAPERS ARE RIGHT.

SNOW IS GENERAL ALL OVER IRELAND.

FALLING ON EVERY PART OF THE DARK CENTRAL PLAIN,

ON THE TREELESS HILLS,

SOFTLY UPON THE BOG OF ALLEN...

AND FARTHER WESTWARD,

SOFTLY FALLING INTO THE DARK MUTINOUS SHANNON WAVES.

ONE BY ONE WE'RE ALL BECOMING SHADES.

BETTER TO PASS BOLDLY INTO THAT OTHER WORLD

IN THE FULL GLORY OF SOME PASSION

THEN FADE AND WITHER DISMALLY WITH AGE.

HOW LONG YOU LOCKED AWAY IN YOUR HEART?

THE IMAGE OF YOUR LOVER'S EYES

WHEN HE TOLD YOU THAT HE DID NOT WISH TO LIVE.

I'VE NEVER FELT THAT WAY MYSELF TOWARDS ANY WOMAN,

BUT I KNOW THAT SUCH A FEELING MUST BE LOVE.

THINK OF ALL THOSE WHO EVER WERE.

BACK TO THE START OF TIME.

AND ME, TRANSIENT AS THEY,

FLICKERING OUT AS WELL INTO THEIR GRAY WORLD.

LIKE EVERYTHING AROUND ME,

THIS SOLID WORLD ITSELF WHICH LAY REARED AND LIVED IN.

IS DWINDLING AND DISSOLVING.

SNOW IS FALLING.

FALLING IN THE LONELY CHURCHYARD

WHERE MICHAEL FUREY LIES BURIED.

FALLING FAINTLY THROUGH THE UNIVERSE

AND FAINTLY FALLING,

LIKE THE DESCENT OF THEIR LAST END,

UPON ALL THE LIVING...

AND THE DEAD.

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