Darby O'Gill and the Little People Page #7
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not unless I can have
the both of you along with it.
I want you to stay here
and be my wife.
I love you, Katie, and I think
that you love me.
I?
Love you?
-Everybody ready?
-Yes, we're all ready, Darby.
Run and get a turf creel, a big one.
-What for?
-For to hold the gold.
-I'll not wish for the gold.
-Why not?
Nine times out of ten,
it leads to unhappiness.
Wish for happiness, then.
Human beings need bitter
with the sweet.
When I was a young lad,
knee high with a sod of turf,
me grandfather Podge...
God be good to him...
...he told me there was
only one man in the town
who was happy altogether...
the village idiot.
Were you addressing me,
Your Majesty?
What's all the speechmaking about?
Are you standin'
for Parliament or what?
-Will I get you a drink, sir?
-You could make a wish.
-Get on with it.
-I'll do that.
You know what I'd wish for, Darby?
I'd wish for a grand,
big house on top of a hill,
as big as the castle at Cong.
-I'd have the servants, too.
You didn't wish for the servants,
You didn't wish for the money
to run the house.
There you'd be with a big house
in your hands, as big as a church,
and you the poorest
church mouse in it.
Did you hear that?
Oh, he's got a head on his
shoulders like Aristotle.
-Think of the best...
-Father!
Then ask yourself,
"What else might I lose if I had it?"
Father, you've got to come
and catch the horse.
Not now, Katie.
His lordship is comin'.
We've got to move today!
Move out of the way, Katie.
I'm makin' me third wish.
Not here, Father!
Wait, Your Highness!
Wait, Your Highness.
Wait!
Wait, Your Highness.
Wait!
Catch him, Darby!
Catch the coinin!
Darby, catch the coinin!
Make him give you the crocks of gold!
The crocks of gold!
-Get out of my way.
-Leave that horse alone.
Do you think I'd stay under
your roof another night?
-I'll go to the inn.
-You can go to blazes.
I'm movin' to the McCarthy house.
that mountainside,
you could get yourself killed.
Now, give me that halter.
I'll get the horse.
Ah, well, you look grand.
Now, don't move a finger
until his lordship comes.
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Is it drunk you are?
-Who did it, lad?
-I don't know, but I can guess.
-Where's Katie?
-She's gone after the horse.
Did you let her go alone
in the dark of the night?
She was in a tearin' rage at me,
and sure it was your fault
for not telling her the truth
in the first place.
God forgive me.
She'll be chasin' a puca.
Oh, for goodness sakes.
-The banshee!
-Maybe it's just the wind.
It's the wail of the banshee,
the same as I heard the night
that Katie's mother was taken.
She'll be destroyed entirely!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
Katie.
Katie!
Katie!
Katie!
The banshee!
Keep away!
Keep away!
Keep away from her!
Keep off!
Keep off, now!
Keep off, now!
Oh, me poor darlin'.
Your daddy didn't mean
to do you any harm.
-Speak to me. Speak to me.
-Darby.
What have I done to you?
We'd better get her home.
Brian!
King Brian!
King Brian!
King Brian!
What is it, man?
-Your Highness!
-What is it?
It's the ciste-bodhar,
the death coach.
Send it away!
It's comin' for Katie.
Send it away.
But it's not within my powers, man.
Once it sets out,
Then give me me third wish
and let it take me instead.
You don't know what you're askin' for.
You promised!
Don't break your word.
Darby O'Gill, never in me born days...
Give me me third wish.
More's the pity.
Granted.
Darby O'Gill.
Get in.
Darby.
Darby.
I was on me way back home,
and I says to meself,
"Brian," says I,
"'tis at his side you should be."
Well, then, the truth of it is,
I'm real glad to see you.
Ah, Darby, me boy,
-we've had great sport together.
-Aye, we did.
You've been a grand adversary.
'Tis sorry I am
to see you come to this.
I can endure anything
if Katie was all right.
Ah, you needn't fret about Katie.
you set foot in this coach.
I'll be forever grateful to you.
In the years to come,
maybe you'd keep an eye
on Katie and Michael.
I'll do that.
'Tis a pity you won't be there
to see them married.
Ah, it's better for the old to die
than the young.
In the end, we all have to go.
That you do.
I wish I could go with you
all the way.
I wish you could, too.
And you a knowledgeable man!
Darby, you've wished
your fourth wish.
Goodbye, Darby, me friend.
It's a miracle. She's fine and sonsy,
like a baby woken from sleep.
Michael, what a temper I have.
Well...
I like a lively girl.
I suppose I'm the only man
alive today
to have rode in the ciste-bodhar
and come back to tell it.
Ciste-bodhar.
'Twas his lordship's
carriage you saw.
His coachman told me they found
you rootin' in the mud of the road,
so far gone in grief you were
out of your mind entirely.
Pony, I heard you were goin'
to live in Cahersiveen.
I am.
Then why don't you be on your way
and leave us alone?
Don't worry.
I will.
I've heard enough silly blather
about little people
to last me a lifetime.
What kind of man are you at all that
doesn't believe in the little people?
-Maybe you'd like to find out.
-Indeed I would.
You know, somebody beat me
over the head that night,
and I thought it was the little people,
but when I spoke
he said that you
should take the consequences.
What consequences?
Indeed, that's what I
asked his majesty,
and you know what he said?
He said, "If I were you,
I'd clout the blackguard in the face."
Oh!
Ooh! Oh, gosh.
Ooh!
Come on.
Pony, me darlin'.
Oh, you poor thing.
Hold your whisht.
I'll have no more from you.
-Well, that didn't take long.
-Now I can get back to work.
I even feel like workin' meself.
I do indeed. Aye.
How do you feel about bringin' in
the rest of the turf?
Well, lad, you took the words
right out of me mouth.
Come around, Cleopatra.
Come on, now.
# Oh. She is my dear
my darlin' one
# Her eyes so sparklin'
full of fun
# No other. No other
# Oh. He is my dear
my darling one
# His eyes so sparkling
full of fun
# No other, no other
# She is my dear.
My darlin' one
# My smilin' and beguilin' one
# I love the ground she walks upon
# My darlin' Irish...
-# Girl #
-# Boy #
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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