A Shine of Rainbows

Based on the novel

"A Shine Of Rainbows" by Lillian Beckwith

He's let the pigeon go.

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

- Who said you can do that?

- I didn't!

- Me neither!

- I was watching that bird.

It's mine. So get it back.

- Yeah, get his bird back!

- Yeah, fly after it!

If you won't, I'm going to have

to find something that will.

Nice.

Next time, it'll be you.

Stop it.

What?

Come on, Tomas.

Oops. That'll be trouble.

Wet your bed again?

You'll be leaving the orphanage now.

Hello, Tomas.

My name is Maire.

Have you ever been to an island?

Maire.

You're looking a touch drab today.

Did somebody die?

No. But it looks like

you're fading fast, Fergus.

But don't worry.

I've just the cure for you.

A wee bit of color is what you need.

What? And give the missus

a heart attack.

Don't be shy.

What do you think, folks?

Does it suit me?

First time in a boat, young fella?

You'll be getting

your sea legs in no time.

That'll be your new home.

- See? We got him here safe and sound.

- Yes, you did.

- Hey.

- Seamus Gallagher.

Ouch!

That's a fine welcome

for a newcomer to the island.

- Just saying hello. I wasn't aiming at him.

- I'm Nancy. That's Seamus.

Did you get seasick on the boat?

Seamus always throws up.

- Do not!

- Do so!

- I bet you got sick, didn't you!

- No.

Hey, Seamus!

Got to go.

Here's a welcome present.

Seamus.

- See you later. I'll get you!

- Come on then.

That there is King Fingal,

king of the giants...

petrified in the sun.

I've heard he wakes a little

when there's a half moon.

And if you ask him right,

he'll grant your worthy wish.

Okay.

Oh, there's himself.

Just like I told you.

And he's brought Ben.

Hey, you, Alec!

Here he is. This is Tomas.

Tomas, does he look

like I described him?

Welcome to Corrie, lad.

We'd better get up to the house.

We could all use a nice cup of tea.

Aye.

Oh, I feasted every day.

On burnt porridge?

- The only pity was you not coming.

- The roof needed fixing.

Aye, and the chickens fed.

You'll do anything to avoid

going to the mainland, Alec O'Donnell.

Just about.

Come on, Tomas.

Tomas?

Well, you don't need an invitation

into your own house, do you?

Inside with you.

Here we are.

Well, let's show you your room.

This way.

I hope this wee room is to your liking.

Well, you can hang your clothes

on the pegs in here.

And, uh, this is for when it rains.

Oh, and Alec made that dresser for you.

Isn't it grand?

And I made you this

to keep you cozy at night.

It's been a long day.

I'll leave you to settle in.

So, lad, how does the shirt fit?

She went to a lot of trouble to make that.

Aye.

Thinking of how how fine you look.

Well, are you glad to have me back then?

You've been two weeks gone.

Would you believe me if I said I wasn't?

Ooh!

Hey, Tomas! And just in time too.

I might have crushed

the poor man's legs.

Why don't I show you

the rest of the place.

And I will teach you your chores.

Inside. In here.

What are you saying?

Oh. I'm asking for her eggs.

You try it.

Well done.

Let's see what she's given you.

Go on. She's giving them to you.

That's okay.

We've got plenty enough. Come.

It's okay.

And what, may I ask,

do you think you're doing?

Don't you know what puddles are for?

How can you resist? Come on then!

Come on! Run! Run!

I'm coming after you!

Don't let me catch you!

Whoo!

Isn't it grand, Tomas?

Isn't it grand?

Whoo!

Look, Alec, have a splash.

They're perfect puddles.

Well, we best be getting inside.

The cold will cut right through you.

Come on in.

Tomas, you'll catch your death out here.

Come on.

Is it himself then?

Oh.

I know he can be as warm and inviting

as that old King Fingal rock.

But underneath it all,

there's a tender heart.

You'll come to know that one day.

I promise you. Now come on.

I thought you'd like it.

It's himself's favorite.

Beef stew with red currant jelly.

Would you like more stew?

Huh?

What?

Go on, lad. Eat your fill.

Now drink this down.

It's nice and warm,

and it'll help you sleep tonight.

Here you are.

Does the nightshirt fit all right?

In you go.

I'll leave a wee light on for you.

Good night.

Not a talker, is he?

Wasn't it your father who taught you,

"Wise men think; fools talk"?

- Aye.

- Give him time, Alec.

Everything here is so strange to him.

What were you doing out there

in the rain?

You got soaked to the bone.

That poor boy has never

been allowed to play in the rain.

You're disappointed, aren't you?

- I agreed to it.

- Aye.

But now that you've seen him,

you're disappointed.

I'll not deny I expected you to choose

a boy that had the making of a man in him.

I don't see why you chose

the runt of the litter.

It'll be a wonder if the first gale of

wind doesn't carry him away.

- Surely there was a heartier boy.

- Aye.

But it was Tomas I chose.

What if he finds life too hard on Corrie

and breaks your heart...

and fills you with more grief?

It's you I'm thinking of.

- Don't you be worrying about me, Alec.

- How can I not?

I'm feeling the cold

something fierce tonight.

You'll soon be warm enough.

What do you say

I make you a hot whiskey?

That sounds lovely.

Good morning, Tomas.

I...

uh, saw--

- What is it?

- Uh--

What? What? You saw saw what?

Uh--

Out with it.

Re--

- R-Rainbow.

- You saw a Corrie rainbow.

The best in the world.

Well, why don't you put on your boots

and have a good look.

Aren't they perfect

for splashing in puddles?

You didn't tell me you picked a lad

who can't even speak.

You didn't ask, did you?

All these months I've been over to the

home and you never once asked me about him.

I trusted your judgment, didn't I?

You of all people should be sympathetic.

He may have trouble

saying certain words...

but some people have trouble

using them at all.

Alec?

- Going out to the boat, are you?

- That's right.

Tomas is about.

Is he now?

Tomas?

Tomas?

Since you're going out anyway,

you might like to take him.

Well, he's not about, is he?

No, he's not.

So be on your way then.

Hmm.

The sun is wild high up there.

Is it... time for stew?

It's cooling.

Are you coming?

# As I went down to the fair

early in the mornin' #

# I met a bonny young sailor boy

at the break of day #

# He smiled at me and took me hand

early in the mornin'#

# And told me tales of distant lands #

# Toola roola ray #

# Hey, ho, hey, ho

at the break of day ##

Tomas.

Tomas, come here. Sit.

Sit.

Look at this.

Ooh. Ooh.

It's your turn, Tomas.

Call them in closer.

Ooh.

Don't tell me you've given up

after one try.

How do you expect to learn anything?

Again.

Ooh! Ooh!

That's the idea.

Now, this time take a deep breath...

and swell up your belly.

Now push out all that air at once

when you make the call.

Ooh! Ooh!

That's it!

They're waiting for your message.

Message?

Did you not know

seals have special powers?

Since times long forgotten island

people have known that seals are messengers.

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