Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #5

Synopsis: Darby O'Gill seems to be as full of blarney as any old codger in Ireland, but the stories of leprechauns he tells at the pub are true. In fact, he and the tiny King Brian, ruler of the little people, are friendly adversaries, continually out-foxing each other. Darby needs a bit of magical help from the wily king when Lord Fitzpatrick replaces him as caretaker with the handsome, strapping young Michael from Dublin. Michael falls in love with Darby's beautiful daughter, Katie, which is all right with Darby; but the lad has a rival in a local ruffian, the son of a devious widow who wants her boy to be the caretaker. King Brian's supernatural assistance is necessary to make everything come out all right, but the sneaky leprechaun won't play matchmaker without a fight. Finally, real trouble comes in the form of the Banshee, and Darby will need all his quick wits to save his daughter from the wicked spirit.
Director(s): Robert Stevenson
Production: Buena Vista Pictures
 
IMDB:
7.2
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Year:
1959
93 min
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can match the likes of her

# She is my dear

my darlin' one

# My smilin' and beguilin' one

# I love the ground she walks upon

# My darling Irish girl

I called you when your food

was ready,

but you were makin' so much noise,

you couldn't hear me.

Faith, I know I can't sing a lick,

but when I'm roarin' like Doran's bull,

it works up a killin' hunger in me.

What have we got here?

Bread newly baked,

butter fresh from the churn,

and boiled eggs and ham.

Well, now, aren't you the clever girl?

You have enough here

to feed the parish.

I thought you'd be hungry.

-I hope the bread has cooled.

-Oh, I like it hot.

Mle murder! Did no one ever tell

you the hazard of hot bread?

No, they didn't, ah...

Sure you can see I need someone

to watch over me.

Did your father say anything

this morning before he left?

He said he would be back

by sundown.

Nothin' about me?

-He said you were a good lad.

-That's all?

-Isn't that enough?

-I suppose it is.

Tell me, Katie,

do you think I'm a good lad?

I very greatly doubt it.

Aye, you look fine, Darby!

Hey, all right!

It's a grand bell.

You've done a great deed.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Father.

Darby!

-What have you got in the bag?

-Well, uh, Father,

it would be a hard thing to explain.

Oh, now, you could try.

Well, like, it's a kind of financial

venture, you might say.

A financial venture that you'd be

afraid to tell your priest about?

Oh, no, no, no.

Sure I'm on the side of the angels,

against the powers of darkness.

What would you say,

Father, if I told you

I captured the king

of the little people?

I'd say you had imagined it.

Ha-ha. Then I've nothin' at all

in the bag here, Reverend.

Nothin' at all.

Glory be to the saints of joy.

This is a great day for Rathcullen.

You've certainly earned

a glass of stout, Darby.

Aye, it's dry work cartin' a bell.

May we all live to see...

-Would a toast be a kind of wish?

-It would.

Oh, well, then, devil a toast

will I drink this day.

What's in there?

The renowned Brian Connors,

king of all the leprechauns.

One wish I wished already,

but I'm not lettin' him out of this bag

until I've wished the other two.

What does he look like, Darby?

Ah, just a teeny-weeny tawny little

atom-y kind of gentleman

with a beard on his face

and a crown like a fistful

of horns on his head.

Let's have a look at him, Darby.

Let's have a look

at the little gentleman.

Oh, never mind, then.

Sure it's only

Lady Fitzpatrick's prize hen,

the one they gave

the red ribbon to at the fair.

Fill the little pannikin, 20 year old,

the best in the house.

I will, Darby.

Thank you.

Here you are, Your Majesty.

-Did you see that?

-I saw it with me own two eyes.

Give me the glass, Tom.

That's a story will bear repeatin'.

And if any man doubts the truth of it,

there's the very same glass.

# Bum-ba-dum-ba-da-da-dee-dee

# Da-dum-ba-da-da-da-dun

# When the dew is on the hayrick

# And every drop a pearl

# When the geese are full of blarney

# And the thrush is singing Gaelic

# And standing in the doorway

# Is a pretty Irish Girl

# Oh. She is my dear

my darling one

# Her eyes so sparkling

full of fun

# No other. No other

can match the likes of her

# She is my dear

my darling one

# My smilin' and beguilin' one

# I love the ground

she walks upon...

-Now, where did you hear that?

-Michael was singin' it.

# My pretty Irish Girl

-Where are you off to?

-To a dance.

With Michael?

No. Michael's goin'

your rounds for you.

He is?

Why'd he do that?

Well, he said you were

worried about the poachers.

If I hurry, I'll catch up with him.

-Ah, the devil take you!

-Darby!

What ails you, lad?

Is it blind you are?

I am indeed. Sure when I saw man

running in the dark

with a game bag in his hand,

wasn't I the foolish one

to mistake him for a poacher?

By the hokey, it did look bad.

Will you forgive me?

Faith, a stepmother

wouldn't blame ye.

No harm done.

I'm sorry, but I promised his lordship

there'd be no poaching,

and I can't make an exception,

not even for you,

-so you'll have to let the rabbit go.

-Rabbit indeed.

I didn't intend to show him yet,

but you've been a nice fella.

I'll give you the first look.

Bring him over here. Come on.

Get ready for the grand surprise.

It's no rabbit.

-Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?

-Rabbit or hare?

You're lookin' at Brian

of Knocknasheega,

-king of all the leprechauns.

-'Twas a rabbit I saw.

Have another look.

It's still a rabbit.

-Try closin' one eye.

-Closing one eye?

Ah, you've had a hard day today,

and a hard night last night.

Now, why don't you go home to bed

and get a good rest?

How could I rest,

and you thinkin' I'm a poacher?

They take different shapes,

you know?

So I hear.

Aye, you ought to see him

with his little gold crown

and his red beard

and his two eyes leapin'

from his head like flames.

-I wish you could see him.

-Granted.

And that's your second wish.

Why, you tricky, deceivin',

connivin', double-dealin',

-high-handed...

-Oh, wirra, wirra, wirra.

That's what comes of a man

not yet threescore and 10

matchin' his wits against an

intellectual gladiator 5,000 years old.

Well, I still have me third wish left,

and maybe me second one's

not all wasted.

Now, go on.

Make yourself visible to him.

But I am visible to him.

You wished he should see me,

and see me he does.

-He sees me as a rabbit.

-You're a cheat and you're a liar.

-Don't tell me you can't hear him.

-I'm afraid I can't.

What's the world comin' to?

I could have knocked a crock of gold

out of this old chancer

with that second wish,

but I gave it all up for a man who

can neither hear nor see.

Darby, he can see me

as I really am...

in his dreams tonight.

You can see him tonight

in your dreams.

Are you sure?

I am.

He promised me.

Ah, the last reel was the best one.

You know, Katie,

you're so light on your feet,

you could tread on cobwebs

without breaking them.

-Thank you, Sean.

-May I take you home now?

No need to trouble yourself.

Katie can ride home with me.

-I think it...

-Can't she?

That'll be grand, Pony.

-Good night, Sean.

-Good night, Katie.

Come on. Hup! Hup!

Thank you for the ride.

Good night, Pony.

Have you no pride, ridin' home

with the like of that?

He was only bein' civil to me,

and I was no more than civil to him.

Well, you'd better forget

about him altogether.

Well, maybe I will...

when me father stops

spyin' on me at windows.

Oh, tare and ages!

Isn't that a nice way

for a girl to talk to her father?

And she me one and only.

She's a fine girl, Katie,

but she's in mortal danger.

-How do you mean that?

-'Tis you,

the way you're dillydallyin'

with your wishes.

Phadrig Oge, he's me lieutenant.

He'll stop at nothin'

till he gets me back.

He might even put

the come-hither on Katie,

so's you'd have to

wish her free again.

If he lays a finger on Katie,

I'll kill you dead

and murder you entirely.

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Lawrence Edward Watkin

Lawrence Edward Watkin (December 9, 1901 – December 16, 1981) was an American writer and film producer. He has become known especially as a scriptwriter for a series of 1950s Walt Disney films. more…

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