Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #3

and besides, two weeks from today,

you must leave here.

-I think your daughter should know.

-Oh, she will, she will.

Then why let her believe

that I was brought here

only for the cuttin' of the turf?

You see, she was born

in the gatehouse,

and for 20 years, she's lived in it.

It gives us a standin' in the town.

No, I'll tell her when the time comes.

I can't break it out of a clear sky

like a crack of thunder.

Well, when will you tell her?

-The first good chance I get.

-Then do it soon.

I'll tell her, I'll tell her.

Here, I'm used to the dark.

-Watch out for poachers.

-I'll do that.

Come on now, Cleopatra.

Wait now, darlin'.

Devil take you!

Come back here!

Come back to your master.

Wait till I catch you.

Cleopatra, come on, now.

Cleopatra, where are you?

I'm lookin' for you.

Can't you hear me?

Cleopatra.

Ah, there you are.

What do you think you're doin'?

Hop out of that.

Do you want to break a leg?

Whoa! Whoa, there.

Whoa! Whoa, I tell you.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, there.

Whoa!

Get down! Whoa!

Get down!

-So that's Darby O'Gill, is it?

-Aye, it is.

I wonder why his honor put

the come-hither on the likes of that.

Sure there's no more life in him

than a potato vine after a frost.

Well, either he's hard asleep

or he's killed entirely.

Let's find out.

You murderin' little heathens!

-Watch your stick.

-Oh! Hey! Get off me!

Wait, wait.

Hey! Ooh!

Come on, you blackguard,

now we'll take you to the king.

There's no tellin' what he'll do to you.

No tellin' indeed.

-Come on.

-Hurry up!

Darby O'Gill is here.

He's come.

Come in, man.

Come in.

All right,

Your Royal Highness.

Well, Darby O'Gill, 'tis pleased

and delighted I am to see you again.

Thank you, sir.

It's a grand place you got here.

Ah, it does well enough.

Sit down, man.

Over there.

Drop the lid, man.

It's only an old chest

full of jewels.

We took it from the Spanish ships

when the Armada

-was wrecked on our coast.

-Is that so?

Ship's gun, too.

Oh, that's a fine piece.

-It is indeed.

-And the throne?

By all the goats in Kerry, do you

think I'd sit on a Spanish throne?

This once belonged

to Fergus mac Leda,

ancient high king of all Ireland.

-Do you say so?

-I do.

And over there,

the gold cup of Cormac.

And here's the sword of Brian Boru,

who drove out the Danes.

And over there you see the harp.

Don't tell me it's "the harp

that once through Tara's Hall

the soul of music shed."

Aye, it is that same.

I declare to me soul, when I

tell them this down in the pub,

they won't believe a word of it.

Ah, you can't do that, Darby.

Once you're here,

there's no going back.

I've got to get back to Katie.

Ah, you needn't worry about Katie.

She'll give you a grand wake,

and then she'll forget all about you.

-Mind what you say about Katie.

-Calm yourself, now. Calm yourself!

-What have I ever done to you?

-Nothin', Darby.

-Who tells all the stories about you?

-You do, Darby.

Aye, and who makes

the women watch

where they're throwin'

their wash water

when you and your lads

are out walkin' invisible?

You do, Darby.

And who makes the men

tip their hats respectful

to every swirl of dust?

You.

You've done grand.

So you put the come-hither on me.

That's how you pay me back,

you ungrateful little frainey.

Your heart's as cold

as a wet Christmas.

Blackguard!

They better watch what they're

saying. I speak Gaelic, too.

-Now, you listen to me.

-No, you listen to me.

Phadrig Oge was standing under

the white thorn tree

by the summer house when his

lordship gave you

the bad news today, and the moment

I heard you were in trouble,

I swore I'd take you out of it.

If you're the fine, decent man

I think you are,

you'll be showin' me

a little bit of gratitude.

I am grateful.

Then you can say goodbye to

the tears and the troubles

of the world outside. There's nothin'

but fun and diversion here.

Now, what'll you do first, Darby?

-Well, I don't know.

-Would you care to play the harp?

No, I'm no great hand with the harp...

but give me me old fiddle,

and I'll play you a tune

-worth goin' a mile o' ground to hear.

-Grand.

Now, if someone will show me

the way out, I'll go home for it.

None of your tricks, Darby.

I said you were here to stay.

Phadrig Oge!

-Yes, Your Highness?

-Fetch the Stradivarius.

Right away, Your Highness.

It was presented to me by the

emperor of the Italian fairies in 1700.

It's a Stradivarius.

I'd rather have me own.

Ah, you'll have to make do

with this one.

Go ahead, man.

Try it.

All right, then, if it makes you happy.

-Now give us a good one.

-All right, then.

Me grandfather Podge told me

there were three things

the little people were mad after:

Dancin', whiskey and huntin'.

Begorra!

He wasn't far wrong.

Then I'll give you the fox chase.

Ah, the fox chase.

First you'll hear

the gathering of the huntsmen

-and the bayin' of the hounds.

-Grand.

Away we go.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Gone away!

Give us full cry!

A-ridling!

Oscul!

A-ridling!

Wait!

Wait, Your Highness. Wait!

Whose side are you on, anyway?

You'll find out who's

the knowledgeable one.

Come on, now.

Oh, it's not for me.

I'm expectin' company.

If I can only hold him here

till cockcrow,

you'll see what'll happen to your

friend when daylight comes. Aye.

And... And how was the chase, hm?

We were chasin' the wrong fox,

but I've run you to earth at last.

What do you mean, sir?

-I've a good mind to break your back!

-I thought we were friends.

You've made a laughingstock of me

in front of my own people!

-I don't understand.

-When his lordship kicked you out,

-who took you in?

-You did.

And what did you do the minute

my back was turned?

Oh, I-I just went back for me pipe.

You didn't think I wanted

to stay here, did you?

How could any man who's had one

look inside the fairy mountain

be content with anything else?

Faith, I never saw dancin' so fine

or heard pipin' so shockin' sweet

or touched a fiddle so grand,

and never in me wildest dreams

did I dream I'd be sittin' on diamonds.

No, indeed.

All I want from here is me old didn.

Well, you better make sure.

We can't have you goin' in and out.

No, not a thing else.

-I'll not even be needin' this.

-And what might that be, now?

It's a drop of old poteen

I found in the bog.

Oh, it has a real smack to it.

I'd offer you a drop,

only it wouldn't be fine enough

for Your Royal Highness.

Let me be the judge of that.

Well, very good,

Your Royal Highness.

Well, here goes.

Ahh.

It drinks cool and easy, so it does.

I'm plenty glad you like it.

Now we'd better be on our way.

I can't wait to get back to all that

music and fun and diversion.

Now, just a minute.

We've a fine bit

of diversion right here.

Sit down now and have one with me

for friendship's sake.

Well, if you insist,

Your Royal Highness...

-I'll join you.

-Good man, yourself,

and if it's music you're after,

what about a song?

-A song?

-Aye.

-Do you know the "Wishing Song"?

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