Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #6

-Tell your Phadrig Oge that!

-Tell him?

How can I give the order,

and me tied up in a sack?

I'll throw you in the river

and drown you like a kitten.

Do that, and you'll have a scourge

that'll make the potato famine

-look like a Sunday regatta.

-Don't you threaten me.

Your cows will die of the black leg

and your sheep of the red water,

and in every cradle in town

there'll be a changeling!

I'm not afraid of you.

You'd better be.

I'm the one that keeps

my kingdom in order,

and all the unpleasant

spirits of the night will run wild

unless you wish your wish

and let me go.

To tell you the truth,

I don't know what to wish for.

Then, uh, wish for the gold.

I'll give it to you this time.

Ah, she doesn't want the gold

nor the manor house, neither.

-Who doesn't?

-Katie, I'm thinkin' of.

Well, uh, what does she want?

I don't know.

We were happy here, the two of us,

but when I catch her

dancin' and whirligiggin'

with a drunken blatherumskite

like Pony Sugrue...

well, I don't know her at all.

Ah, she needs to settle her mind

on a good steady lad

with temperate ways.

That she does.

What if she found such a lad

and fell in love with him,

and he with her?

Would you wish your wish then?

I would.

Good.

Now, go to bed, have a good sleep.

Leave all to me.

Put your mind at rest.

Michael.

Michael.

What do you want?

I said I'd visit your dreams,

and when I make a promise,

I keep it.

Well, I've seen you.

Now go away.

Ah, but I...

-I'd like to talk about Katie.

-How does she concern you?

She's the one that's keepin' me here.

Darby won't wish any more wishes

until his girl is pleased.

Well, what can I do about it?

Marry her, and you can all live here

as happy as three peas in a pod.

I hardly know the girl.

One look at her and you'll know her.

She's a nice girl and I like her, but...

Good.

Then next Sunday after Mass,

take her up to the ruins

on the top of Knocknasheega.

'Tis a fine romantic view from there.

Just lookin' down

will make any girl so dizzy,

she'll fall into your arms.

I don't want her to fall into my arms.

But then, of course,

I can't very well blame you.

Might mean gettin' your head broken.

I know if I was courtin'

Pony Sugrue's girl,

I'd be afraid, too.

Is it puttin' the coward's name

on me you are?

Ah, no, no, no.

No, no. Go to sleep now.

Go to sleep.

Good lad.

Go to sleep.

Katie.

Katie.

I say, Katie.

He's a fine strong lad

with temperate ways.

Hmm?

Michael is a fine strong lad

with temperate ways.

He'd make you a grand husband.

I don't want a husband.

Not yet.

Not yet? Oh, Katie, many a girl

has spoke these words

and lived to rue them.

You know, when a girl is 20,

her boy will marry her up in a minute,

but when she's 30,

doesn't she have a time

trying to make him say

the hard word?

-I'll have me courtship first.

-Courtship, is it?

And marriage the bone

and sinew of the country?

What would you call a girl

who'd keep her lad dangling

through pure selfishness

or sinful dalliance?

I know what I'd call her.

I'd call her...

I'd...

Katie.

Katie.

Yes?

I returned as a matter of courtesy

to give you the last word.

Me last word...

is no.

That's grand.

That's grand.

Keep on sayin' that.

Keep on sayin' that.

Keep on sayin' that.

"The ruins of old Ireland,

how wondrously they stand

"by the lakes and rushing rivers

on the hilltops of our land."

"Around these walls of battle,

the Viking and the Dane,

the Norman and the Saxon

and the Cavaliers of Spain."

Ah, it makes a man feel like

the lord of the castle.

I wonder now, is it

the Danes or the Vikings

swarming up the valley

to storm the fort?

-The Danes.

-We'll both be put to the sword.

But before we are, you would crave

the favor of one last kiss.

Mr. MacBride, I thought

you could do better than that.

Maybe I could.

You don't care who you walk out

with, do you?

Get off this land, or I'll

report you to his lordship.

You do that.

Get out of the way.

Look who's talking.

If you lay a finger on him,

I'll never speak to you again!

Katie...

when I need your help against

the likes of that, I'll ask for it.

Pony Sugrue would have killed you.

-Would you care?

-Not in the slightest.

You have no interest in me at all?

You're certain sure?

Kiss her.

Kiss her.

Go on, kiss her.

Aah!

And him a Dublin man!

Look, look, look.

Will you wish your wish now?

-I will indeed.

-Good.

The bell.

Listen to the music of it.

Father Murphy gave it to me.

But the wish, Darby.

Ah, it would charm

the fishes from the deep

and the little birds

down from the trees.

You said you'd wish your wish.

What? On Sunday, with my music

floatin' over the countryside

and Father Murphy himself

pullin' the rope?

Tomorrow is Monday.

Will you wish your wish then?

I will.

Hush now.

Listen to my music.

Whoa, there.

Hello, Joe.

Morning, Mrs. O'Toole.

There's the post.

Did the tea come down from Dublin?

The pails, too.

Where's everybody going?

To the pub.

Darby is making his third wish.

His third wish?

The old fool.

Old fool indeed.

It's makin' too free

with them, Darby is.

When you sup with the devil,

you need a long spoon.

From America.

Nora Cassidy's son.

-Ah, there'll be money in that.

-The pails, Mrs. O'Toole.

-Right you are, Pony.

-"Michael MacBride, Rathcullen."

That's from the Lord Fitzpatrick.

I'd know his fist anywhere.

Look at the elegant swirls and all.

So that's why his lordship

left him behind.

And now 'tis "Michael" this

and "Michael" that.

The Dublin jackeen.

"And, Michael, go and open up

the manor house

-and get Katie in to help."

-The dirty usurper!

-Poor old Darby.

-Poor Katie.

I wonder, does she know?

Maybe you should drop it by

and leave her see it for herself.

Oh.

You think I should, now?

No Christian bein' would do any less.

Then I will so.

Look, Pony, his lordship wrote it

to young Michael MacBride,

and nary a word to Darby,

now I ask you.

Ha! And you said

you had an understanding

with his lordship about me,

and all this time,

MacBride has the job.

He won't keep the job

if I have a son who's man enough

to run him out of town.

Well, Pony?

What are you doing?

I'm packing, and if you don't know

why, you can read the card.

Why didn't you tell me?

Your father made me promise

that I wouldn't.

-When are you throwin' us out?

-Oh, now, Katie.

-When?

-Well, today was supposed to have...

-You give short notice.

-I don't want you to leave at all.

Why not?

What does it matter to you

if you break an old man's heart?

You're a strong young man.

You can find work anywhere,

but, no, you must come here

and take me father's place.

No wonder he's chasin' the fairy gold,

and him half out of his mind,

tryin' to keep some little bit

of self-respect in the town.

Here, you can clean

the manor house yourself.

It'll be all we can do

to move our belongin's

out of your house this night.

Now, you listen to me.

I don't want your father's job at all,

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