All language subtitles for My Mother . Other Strangers S01E02

I found a yellowed copy of the
Mid-Ulster Mail the other day

dating from October 1943.

A three-line headline on the
court news page

'"Dramatic incident in Newtown
petty sessions."

'"Woman makes impassioned plea
for fishermen.

Threatened with contempt by
Resident Magistrate."

I can still hear my father
recounting the whole episode

with far more panache than the
plodding court reporter.

The woman making the impassioned
plea?

My mother, of course.

- Hurry up, Francis. They're goin'.
- Wait a minute.

Och, come on. We're going to
miss them.

Davey. Hi, Davey. Wait on us.

Can we go out with you?

No. The boys are lifting lines.

And the company bailiffs are about.

There's no call for cubs on board.

Shouldn't yous not be in school
today, anyway, huh?

We're still on potato-picking
holidays.

Please!

No cubs on board. Too much weight.

Here, you two. Don't mind Da.
Come on.

For God's sake, Davey.

I don't want to hear the word
"bored", Emma.

But since you're using it...
you can help Sally with the sheets.

I'm working on the wee wall.
If anybody wants to help?

It's better craic than sheets.

I'll pass on that offer, Barney.

I'm not bored. I'll help Barney.
I'm good at walls. Amn't I, Mum?

You're the best waller, Kate.
Has anyone seen Francis?

I think he went off with
that Seamie Brady.

Not to the dump?

No, Mrs. Coyne. The lough shore.

I seen him... I saw him going
down the road.

Thank you, Barney.

Sally.
I'm just going to go and check

on something. In the shop.

Right, Mrs. Coyne.

Come on then, Emma. You and me.

And, Barney, hop off away, will you?

Francis?

Did the mistress say you
can go out in the lough?

I didn't ask.

You should have asked. The mistress
will think I took you away.

She'll be ragin'.

And Sally will have my life.

Mrs. Coyne. I come for the rations.

Thursday is rations day, Kettie.

Thursday doesn't suit.

A small batch loaf and tea
and sugar.

Is that everything?

Butter?

Bacon? Margarine? Lard?

I don't need them.

That'll be one and five pence,
Kettie.

Kettie?

Come when it suits.

Turn her for home, Failey.

We have a brave catch.

Well, did you like that,
young Coyne?

I did. You got lots of eels.

No eels. You never seen eels, right?

Them's perch, we catched.

They're eels.

Nah.

Perch.

They're eels.

Young Brady here knows what
they are, I'd say.

Perch.

You're teasing.

Ah. You see, young Coyne.

We're allowed to catch perch that
nobody wants to eat.

But eels?

No.

We can poach or we can go hungry!

Did the mistress not teach you that?

Or was she too busy loadin' her gun?

Just leave it, boys.
He's only a cub.

Well, whatever you say,
them's perch we catched. Not eels.

Mrs. Coyne.

Captain Dreyfuss.

I have something for you.

You may already have this.

It's about the lake.

I figured it might help you with the
thing

that we talked about
in the shop, remember?

Helping us fit in here.

Stolen Waters. TM Healy, MP.

Healy was counsel for the fishermen
while they tried to get their lake back.

I've never heard of this book.
I should have, really, shouldn't I?

I wouldn't beat myself up about it.

I only came across it because I was
researching this place we find ourselves in.

We're pretty hot on research
in the Air Force.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Has anyone seen my keys?

Er, the mistress took them.
She went out to the shop.

Right...

What's this?

What do you think it is?

You took my keys. To unlock a drawer
you kept from me. Of stolen goods.

- They're not stolen.
- They grew in the locked drawer?

- They're payment.
- Payment?

Sergeant Pokalsi or Podolski or
whatever you call him.

He got a load of drink off
me on tick for a party.

Up at the 'drome.
Next thing he tells me he can't pay.

And he give me those instead.

- And what was I to do?
- Give them back. It's...

It's what? It's barter.
Yeah, and not even a bargain.

Those tins aren't worth half what
the drink cost me.

That is not even close to the point.

It's how people have to work
these days, Rose.

It's make-do-and-mend time.
As your lot keep telling us.

My lot?!

The Ministry of... whatever.

My lot?
My lot are dying for your lot.

OK. It wasn't meant to
come out like that.

I followed you over here to
cold comfort farm, Michael Coyne.

And now you've got the nerve to
talk to me about my lot!

You give them back. You hear me?

I didn't marry a black marketeer.

Hold tight, boys - bailiffs!

What are you doing?

They've got the flag up.

Well, they may put it down again.

Blirts. I'm not for stopping.

Ah, hell's bells!

Heave to there, gentlemen.

I'll climb on board.

We're just out for a wee spin,
Mr. Prince.

We have the mistress's cub with us.
Young Coyne.

On a wee pleasure cruise.

Well, in that case, you won't mind
giving us the pleasure of

a wee look around.

They have eels.

Yous men are witnesses.

That's our living, there, lads.
Leave us that, at least.

Hit him!

Calm down, will you?! Calm down!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Help!

I can't swim!

I can't swim.

Calm down, will you!

Get him up! Take his hand!

Cry baby. What's wrong with you?

Davey told those men who I was.

Come on, son...

Och, Ned. You should've seen.

Davey hit thon bailiff such a box!

I never hit him, young Brady!
He hit me!

And tell that to the mistress the
right way round!

In case she'd go blaming me!
You hear me, now?

All right, all right, all right.

Don't tell me you hit a company
bailiff?

Oh, knickers!

Francis!

Was Francis here?

Could have been.

He lost my place!

Epsilon Dwarf!

Look at the state of you,
Francis Coyne.

You're soaking.

And look at your
good corduroy jacket.

We were out on the lough.
And Prince chased us.

The boat broke down and Davey
fell in the water.

And Prince dived in and saved him.

He should have let him drown,
God forgive me.

Was Failey's name taken?

The bailiff said he'd see
us in court.

Us?

Don't tell me your name was taken?

No...

Yes.

Oh, you're all going to jail and I'm
going to get the sack!

Come on, till I dry you and make you
look less like a tramp.

And then maybe the mistress
will forgive me,

even if she doesn't forgive
thon eejit Failey.

Hi.

Barney!
You scared the life out of me.

Sorry. Sorry.

I just seen... I just saw you
coming at the last minute, so...

You were lurking.

Maybe I was.

Why, what's lurking?

It's hanging about.
What you've been doing all day.

I wasn't lurking, then.
I was working

on the wall.

Time to stop, Barney.
It's getting late.

I like books, you know.

Barney.

I do. I read at school.
Treasure Island.

And I seen the one you're reading.
Brave World.

Brave NEW World.
So it's you who moved my book.

No, I never, I...

Not sure you'd like Huxley, Barney.

Well, maybe not.

But if you gave
me a lend of one I would like,

then maybe we could
talk about it?

- I'm busy, Barney.
- Och, Emma!

If you're serious,
I'll choose a book for you.

But it's about books, eh?
Nothing else.

Aye.

Surely.

Books.

Nothing else.

Good.

The sons not with you,
the night, Ned?

Sure, how would they be?

Didn't Prince hit our Davey a box?

And try and drown him?

Did he take names?

He did surely.

Stout there, Michael.

Well, if it comes to court we'll be
telling the truth,

they were attacked
and assaulted.

Your cub seen what happened,
Michael.

Didn't you? Hey, boy?

There's a saying, Francis,

from the good people of Moybeg,

and you might find it useful
right now.

"Whatever you say, say nothing."

- But...
- Ah, nothing to be said here.

Pack up the last of that
shelf and off home.

I'm going down to make breakfast.

It's Sally's day off...

Michael?

Hmm?

I'm sorry.

Aye.

You're right to be distant.

I'm sorry about the things
I said yesterday.

It's all right.

It's not all right.
You're my husband, whom I love.

Funny way of showing it, sometimes.

Yes, but I do, Michael Coyne.

And this is where I live...

..and these are my people now.

You sound like the King!

"My people."

Even the Hanlons?

Have you heard of this book?

Stolen Waters.

I have. Might even be a copy in the
attic somewhere.

Really? Have you read it?

I meant to...

It's worth a read.

It certainly casts the Hanlons in
a different light.

Must be one hell of a book, Rose.

Where did you get it?

Actually...
Captain Dreyfuss gave it to me.

Dreyfuss.

I need to talk to you about
that fella.

Do you think you could ask him to
get the ban on the pub lifted?

Or at least shortened.

We're getting killed here, Rose.

I had three people in the
pub last night.

- Captain Dreyfuss.
- Mrs. Coyne.

Is this about the book?

Er, it's about "fitting in".

Could we...?

Corporal. Why don't you have
yourself a cigarette break?

Yes, sir.

So you have some ideas?

Well, to start with...

The ban on visits by your airmen.

Ah...

No, no, no, no, no. It's not
like that.

It's not special pleading.

You mustn't laugh. This is
a real way to improve relationships.

Which just happens to coincide
with...

Your husband's business.

The pub is where the two
communities meet -

the airmen and the local people.

Except last time they met,
we almost lost an airman.

Your husband had to intervene.
Remember?

Oh! No, no, no, no,
Michael didn't intervene.

It was me, Calamity Jane.
I pulled the gun.

Please don't tell your
commanding officer that.

He'll think there's a crazy woman
down here and extend the ban!

I won't tell him that, Mrs. Coyne.

Rose, please.

When I ask him to lift the ban.

Not to lift it entirely.
Just to shorten it.

We would be very grateful.

I would be very grateful.

I will do my best...

Rose.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You... you sew?

I'm sorry?

Er, your tunic button. There.

Hey. That's pretty observant.

Women notice these things.

I lost it. On the shore, I think.

Your stitching is very neat.

Did you do that yourself?

A man learns to sew in the
armed forces.

What did he say?

He said he'd do his best.

That's all?

That's all.

Well, did you tell him how
important it was?

I told him you had three people in
there last night and that it

was making you crazy.

Yeah, that was me.

Did you tell him how
important it was to you?

Why would I do that?

It might mean more to a good-looking
fella like him, coming from a woman.

Michael, that's
a strange thing to say.

What's strange about it?

I'm only stating a thing
that everybody knows.

Men are a deal more likely to do
favours for a woman than for a man.

Did you want me to flirt?

No! I didn't say that.
I just wanted you...

I didn't flirt, Michael.

And don't tempt me to try.

Ach, Rose...

I was only making sure you
didn't shout at him.

God's sake.

Keys...

Sorry, you're, erm, you're dressing.

Michael...

I have to go, the pub needs opening.

Of course.

Someone
has to keep the show on the road.

Michael?

I love you.

Sure, I know.

Michael.

Sergeant.

It's thirsty work, pedalling.

You said it.

Drop of water, is it, Sergeant?

Sure, you know I never drink when
I'm on duty, Mr. Coyne.

You were down with Davey and Ned?

Serving them up a summons.

They do not like me.

Do they like you, Michael?

Never done me any harm.

Have they not?
And where's your US airmen?

Look, just because you didn't tell
us about something

doesn't mean we didn't hear
about it.

Now, I persuaded Bill Prince to drop
the charges against Failey.

I know he's connected to your maid.

And it's fairly obvious he didn't
know anything about what happened.

But Davey Hanlon's facing jail.

It's clear he assaulted Prince.

Have you witnesses?

Witnesses? Michael. In Moybeg?

Where nobody has
ever seen anything?

Anyway, the RM doesn't need
witnesses to put Hanlon in jail.

No.

Right,

I'd better be off.

How's your son?

Alfie's fine.
They're shipping him out somewhere.

He can't tell me where.

I think it's the Mediterranean.

Well, I hope he stays safe.

So do I, Michael.

Right.

Good luck.

Good luck, Sergeant.

"Brave New World."

"Aldous Hux... Huxley!"

HE SIGHS

What's... what's mordant?

Mor... mordant?

Mordant.

Flip.

Hello, young Quinn.
Is Michael Coyne about?

He's in the house.

What are you here about?

For God's sake, Sally.
You know right well why we're here.

Or is Failey not
a man for pillow talk?

You can mind your manners,
or you'll stay on the step.

We're here to see Michael Coyne
about the solicitor.

We're here to see Michael Coyne
about the solicitor!

I heard you.

Is it any bit of wonder Failey's in
no hurry to marry thon one?

She is some tackle.

I'm after telling Mr. Coyne.

He says he'll see you.

Gentlemen.

Sally tells me
you're here about the solicitor?

Aye. We want James Harrington
represent us on Friday.

Harrington's dear.
What about Williams?

He represented the men from
Doss last session.

Aye, he did.

And they lost.

We always lose, gentlemen.

It's only the severity of the
fine that differs.

We want Harrington, all the same.

Sure it's no skin off your nose,
Michael.

It's Fishermen's Defence Fund money.

It's not a bottomless purse, Ned.

As secretary, it's my responsibility
to administer it as best I can.

Oh, aye, secretary.

Is the mistress round?

She's busy.

Did you want to see her?

No. She was a bit vexed the other
day, about the corned beef.

You'd nearly think she didn't
know about it.

Well, sure we'll go on.

I brought paper.
To write things down.

The book! I forgot.

I'll come back.

I'm, er, still at the wall.

If I come back before tea-time?

I'll find you something.

Nothing too hard, now, you know.
Something I might like.

Then maybe we could talk about it?

Don't forget. I got a jotter.

How was that?

Thankless.

Davey Hanlon's scared he's for jail.

So they want me to hire
James Harrington.

Is he the best?

Well, he's the dearest.

But he won't save Davey's skin.

He assaulted a bailiff and
that means jail.

How do we know Davey assaulted him?

Rose. He's a Hanlon.

Besides, Francis saw him do it.

Hey, Francis!

Come on!
Maisie found sweets in the dump.

I have to talk to Davey Hanlon.

Davey Hanlon? When there's sweets,
maybe, up there?

And what do you want
to talk to him for?

He'll only curse you out of it.

I have to tell him
I can't tell lies.

If I'm a witness in court, you know.

Och!

If you're not for coming...

I have to tell the truth, Seamie.

It's neither here nor there
who struck the first blow.

Them eels is ours.

Just like the lough is ours.

Not the bloody company's. Aye, Da.

Try telling that
to Sir Frederick Stewart

or whoever is on the bench.

The eels is gone.

But if it's proved
that I struck the first blow...

No-ho-ho-ho! Wait!

We're in safe hands now, boys.

Here's the chief witness
for the defence, huh?

Young... Young Coyne.

Young Coyne! We're only jokin'!

- Dr. Black.
- Mrs. Coyne, is Michael in?

Come in.

- Ah, Michael.
- Dr. Black.

I've been to see Davey Hanlon
to examine him.

- Oh, and, er, as secretary of the...
- Certainly.

I'll deal with that.

Did, er, what you saw
fit with his version of events?

Well, he has contusions and so on.

I've made a report, but whether that
bears out what he says happened,

well, that will be
for the RM to decide.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Er, my name is Andrew.

Andrew Black, I'm the doctor's son.

Emma. Emma Coyne.

Andrew, won't you join us? Emma...

This is my son Andrew.
Andrew, Michael Coyne, Rose Coyne.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Glad to meet you.
And I've already met Emma.

Andrew, would you like
what your father's having?

Or tea? We have some.
Or red lemonade?

- Red lemonade sounds just the ticket.
- Good.

Emma, would you bring
a glass of lemonade from the pantry?

So you're a medical student?

Yeah, third year.
Trinity College. Dublin.

Where they're having an emergency,
not the war.

I'm only staying until Saturday,
and then it's the slow train back.

And this is Kate, the baby.

Oh, hello, Kate. I'm Andrew.

And...
(I'm the baby in my family, too.)

Andrew's done rather well this term.
First in his year.

Yeah. Gosh! Congratulations, Andrew.

Emma's done us proud as well.
She got a scholarship.

Second in Ulster, no less.

Well done, Emma. Pretty...

and clever.

Hey, Francis, are you going in?

No.

Sure, I'll go with you.

That's Dr. Black's car.

He was at the Hanlons'.

- Come on. He'll do you no harm.
- I don't want to.

- Look, there's your Emma.
- Well, bye, clever Emma.

Dr. Black.

- Mrs. Coyne.
- Goodbye.

I don't want to, either.

Gosh! He's really nice.

I can't believe
he's Burgess Black's son.

Talk about chalk and cheese.

Do you think
I could go in and see him...

before he goes back
to medical school?

Did he ask you?

Not as such,

but I could tell he's interested.

Gosh!

What's happening
to my shrinking violet?

I could be sick.
I could have the flu.

- And Dr. Black could call out, and...
- Emma...

Emma, he's much older than you.

Dad's much older than you,

and that's worked out all right,
hasn't it?

Francis!
What on earth are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Well... stop it. It's very scary.

What?

Will I have to go to court?

Yes, where you'll probably
be horsewhipped and hanged.

No! Why would you
have to go to court?

I was on the boat.

And if they make me go to court,
Mum says always to tell the truth,

and if the judge asks me...

Francis, listen,
you don't have to go to court.

How do you know?

I just do. Habeas corpus and so on.

- Promise?
- Promise.

And anyway,
Mum and Dad have already gone.

So, short of the tumbrel
coming for you, you're safe.

Now, out of here.

Sally has bread and jam.

Where are you going?

That's for me to know.
I'm going to lock you in!

What's a tumbrel?

Emma!

Don't lock me in!

I did the stock taking today.

I should be angry.

Where are they? In the lough?

In a ditch? Buried?

The tins?

No, the fresh pineapple
we normally stock Yes, the tins.

A dozen tins of corned beef.
Like hen's bloody teeth.

What did you do with them, Rose?

I disposed of them.

What a bloody waste.
I didn't waste them. I...

took the stigma
of the black market off them.

Black market?
12 tins of corned beef.

You're always right, Rose.
Do you know that?

You know, whatever comes into
that head of yours,

that's the right thing.

Mrs. Coyne.

What's the mistress doing here?

I don't know.

I'm just brave and glad she's not
in charge of the court the day,

I'll tell you, cos if she was,
you'd be going down.

Sir Frederick's the RM, Michael.

He's a great man
for sending people to jail.

I'd fear for David Hanlon.

- Francis, what are you doing in here?
- Emma locked me in.

Where did she go?
She wouldn't tell me.

Maybe she went to the library,
to get a book, do you think?

Francis, do you know
what "mordant" means?

Do you know what a tumbrel is?

No.

Mr. Prince,

David Hanlon claims
you hit him first.

Did you?

I did not.

I defended myself
after he struck me.

Let me read you the list...

the litany of injuries
sustained by David Hanlon.

A cut lip.

Contusion
to the left side of the face.

Bruised ribs. Black eye.
MURMURING

Does this sound like self-defence?

Hanlon kept trying
to knock me into the lough.

I had to defend myself from him...
and his brother.

You threw David Hanlon
into the water, isn't that right?

He fell in himself.

He aimed a kick at me,
overbalanced and fell in.

He shouted he was drowning.

You rescued him, Mr. Prince?

I did, sir.

None of the fishermen can swim.

BELL CHIMES

Let me put it to you again,
Mr. Hanlon.

William Prince and Thomas Eliot
have sworn under oath

that you struck the first blow.

You accept that that is so?

I do not. Prince hit me first.

So, you say
that they are telling lies?

They are, surely.

The whole lot of them.

That is all, your honour.

Jail for our friend.

Hello?

Emma? Yes. We met.

I remember.
I mean, how could I forget?

How did you get here?

I cycled my bike.

And you came because...?

My parents,
they're in the courthouse.

Oh, gosh, on what charge?

No! I didn't think so, Emma.

You know,
I really liked your parents.

Chilly?

Would you like a hot chocolate?

Yeah?

Good. Come on in.

Clearly, David Hanlon
resisted a legitimate attempt

by a lawfully constituted officer
to prevent a poaching offence.

That he is in court today

is due entirely to the heroic
efforts of that officer...

Officer!

who dragged him from the water
in spite of fierce resistance.

I was not resistin'.

I was scramblin'.

Sit down, Hanlon.

The evidence clearly shows
he struck the first blow,

and in so doing, he...

I would like to speak...

on behalf of all
the defendants here.

Rose...

Jesus, Mr. Coyne!
Rein that woman in, would you?

You try it.

She's going to sink us.

Every fisherman in this room is
a defendant, if the truth be told.

- A defendant of...
- Madam.

rights that belong to him
in common justice and natural law.

Rights that have been taken away
from him.

Madam!

I will give you 30 days for contempt

if you do not pay attention
to the bench.

Now...

perhaps you might tell the court
exactly who you are

and what you do.

My name is Rose Coyne.

I am the schoolmistress in Moybeg.

You were speaking
to a motion of rights.

Would that be correct to say?

- You have two minutes.
- Two minutes?

To address the court.

Oh.

1 minute and 55 seconds.

Huh...!

Your honour...

when I said that every fisherman
in this room was a defendant,

I meant this...

it is the whole fishing community
that is on trial here,

not just these men.

Fishermen have made their living
on Lough Neagh from time immemorial.

But here, today,
the Lough Neagh Eel Company

would deny them that living, citing
a dusty charter from long ago.

That's right.

It's hard to believe that the rights
to this vast stretch of common water

could have been given away
to one family, but they were,

to the Chichesters.

And...

to add insult to injury,
the grant was based on papers

that many
now believe to be fraudulent.

Do they, now?

This is a matter of record,
your honour.

In the House of Lords.

CHEERING

Yes!

Oh...

But let us set that aside
for the moment.

Think how many eels there are
in the lough.

Thousands upon thousands.

So many thousands
that the Lough Neagh Eel Company

can trap them by the tonne,
without effort, at Toome Weir.

Good girl, you. That's right!
Toome Weir.

So many eels
that the catches of the fishermen

cannot possibly make any difference
to their numbers.

The Lough Neagh Eel Company
is put to no loss by the fishermen,

your honour, so why does it try
to take away their natural rights

from men who depend,
and whose families depend,

on the meagre sums
they are paid for their catches?

Mrs. Coyne...

To arrest them
and bring them to court...

that is not justice in my view,
your honour. It is...

harassment, hounding...

persecution.

Well said, the mistress!

For the avoidance of doubt,

that is the last interruption
that I will tolerate in this court.

Any further instances,

today or in the future,

will garner 30 days for contempt.

Well done.

Mrs. Coyne...

if you are taking as your source

Tim Healy's book on the lough,
Stolen Waters...

Are you, Mrs. Coyne?

Then be aware that it is not as
obscure as you perhaps think it is.

Many of us have read it,
Mrs. Coyne.

And however unfair,
some might say unjust,

the ruling of the House of Lords
in 1911...

that ruling has passed into law.

And it is my job
to administer the law.

So, here's the story.

Emma Coyne, who is much smarter
than Andrew Black, it would seem,

is going to be kicking her heels
for a year

before she goes off
to take university by storm.

But...

I'm guessing there aren't
too many jazz dens in Moybeg.

Will she not be bored?

Yes. Like anything.

Unless someone interesting calls by
now and then.

That sounds like a fine offer,
Miss. Emma Coyne.

- Hey, Andrew.
- Nick.

Oh, damn, is it that time?

I am so sorry, Emma. I have to go.

I have to meet a friend with...
with old Nick here.

But we are going by the square.

So, if you would like,
we could escort you,

like the fine young gentlemen
that we are.

I have listened to the evidence.

And I have to say
that I do not believe

the defendant's account
of what happened for one second.

LOW MURMUR

I have formed a judgment

that he was the aggressor
in every aspect of the incident.

I therefore
find against the defendant.

The fact that the defendant struck,

and struck first,

would normally justify
a custodial sentence.

But we have had a forceful reminder
from Mrs. Coyne

that the fishermen of Moybeg

have exercised their right
to fish since, uh...

time immemorial, Mrs. Coyne?

The court has no discretion
in the administration of the law.

But it has some leeway
in the matter of sentencing.

Taking this into account,

the defendant will be sworn over
to keep the peace.

His pollan nets will be restored
to him, but not his eel lines.

The court imposes the fine
of �2 and the usual costs.

This court is adjourned.

No jail, by God.
The mistress got him off.

Fair play to you, Mrs. Coyne.

You stood up for us
when no-one else would.

And you told them boys the truth.

The truth would have seen
your son in jail, Mr. Hanlon.

What I stood up for was justice.
Aye, and we got it.

The first time that ever I remember.

Just don't ask me to stand up
for what went on in your boat,

or in the byre, that night.

I, er, really enjoyed
this afternoon, Emma.

I think maybe
we should do it again sometime.

Gosh. Yes.

- Well done, Mistress!
- Fair play to Mrs. Coyne.

Oh, knickers! It's my mother.

The shame.

- What's she done?
- Who knows? It's Mum.

- Anything can happen. Anything.
- Thank you very much.

Bye, Emma.

Well done, Mrs. Coyne.
You did us proud.

You did a grand job,
Mrs. Coyne. Thank you. Thanks again.

Thank you very much.

You made a show of me, Rose.

And for what?
For men you don't even like.

It's their lough.

- It's their livelihood.
- And the pub?

Our livelihood that they emptied?

I got that back.

Michael, listen,
I know Ned isn't a very nice man.

You're the one tried to shoot him.

But that doesn't mean he should be
a trespasser in his own place.

I didn't mean to make a show of you,
Michael, I promise.

If I made a show of anyone,
it was me.

Michael?

Michael?

Is Daddy all right? Course.

Did Davey go to jail?

No.

Did he tell the truth?

The truth...

a truth emerged,
against all the odds.

Mummy, are you all right?

Course.

Don't be too long.

That's them back. We'll find out
how Davey Hanlon fared.

Aye.

Whatever happened, losing
the eel lines, Sally, it, um...

it leaves me a wee bit short.

For stout, like.

Go on.

You're the heart of corn,
Sally Quinn.

Hello, Barney!

Captain Dreyfuss.

- La Pasionaria of Moybeg, I presume.
- Oh, God. You heard? Oh!

Everyone heard.

The story is, you stood up
for the rights of the common man,

and for fishing.

Ticks a few boxes
for the American male, that.

Turns out everyone knew
the Stolen Waters thing.

Well, everyone except me.

But, yes, Rose Coyne
was definitely on her feet.

Hm! I hope everyone
was properly thankful.

I didn't want thanks.

I could have done with
a bit of understanding.

Understanding?
From those Hanlon guys?

No, from Michael.

I think I just said,
"My husband doesn't understand me."

I have some good news for you.

I spoke to Colonel Cresswell.

He's going to shorten the ban.

Oh!

Oh, God. Uh...

The men will be allowed to drink
in the pub within a fortnight.

Goodbye, Mrs. Coyne.

Huh!

Rose...

Captain Dreyfuss, call me Rose.

Huh!

I came to tell you,
Davey Hanlon got off,

and I didn't have to tell any lies.

Not like that Maisie Quinn.

There was no sweets in the dump
at all.

Not one.

But Mummy got this.

What is it?

It's dee-licious, is what it is.
Do you want a bite?

No. That's too much.

What is it?

Mummy says it's corned beef.

Corned beef?

Yeah.

Mum says it's corned beef.
I don't know.

These days,
Davey Hanlon's grandchildren

are free to fish the lough,

but not because the great injustice
of the Stolen Waters was righted.

It was time and trade
that brought the change.

My mother's speech, of course,

didn't win the fishermen
those rights,

but it was a beginning,
let's say.

Or a middle. Or an end.

Something.

There's a price to be paid

for everything taken
from its rightful owner.

My sister's got scarlet fever.
It's our fault.

I'm sorry about this, Michael.
I know you're not involved.

If we can't do this honestly,
then we shouldn't do it at all.

You're the nurse!

Lieutenant Ziegler. Tillie.

I feel like I should be able
to make you stop being sad.