Noble

You won't admit you love me

And so

how am I ever to know?

You always tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

A million times

I've asked you

And then

I ask you over again

You only answer

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you can't

make your mind up

We'll never get started

And I don't wanna wind up

Being parted,

broken-hearted

So if you really love me

Say yes

But if you don't, dear,

confess

But please don't tell me

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

You should have been

in school today, Christina,

and every other day.

You'll never catch me,

Inspector Clark.

That's what they all say.

I'll catch you, all right,

and I'll tell the judge to

send you off to Cuan Mhuire,

the old nuns will teach you

manners there.

In your dreams, mister.

There we go.

One, two, yeah.

Well? I won a singing competition, Dad.

I got a voucher

for my dress.

You are going to be

a big star.

Do you promise me? Of course

I do. You have a great talent.

And you didn't

lick it off the stones.

Here, did I ever tell yous

about the time,

I won the

All Ireland boxing?

Daddy was on the ropes.

Yeah, Dad.

Hilda Brannigan had a weakness,

so I punched him hard

in the ribs.

And he looks at me,

he starts

to stagger sideways,

Then the coup de grace,

boom...

and he goes down,

like a bleeding stone.

And that made you champion,

did it, Dad?

It did.

Come on, get up.

Could have gone to America

myself after that.

All the promoters

were interested.

Why didn't you go,

Dad?

Because I met your ma,

and that was the end of me.

Come on you.

If we don't get home,

she'll think we did a bunk.

Come on, Christina.

If we don't go now,

they'll be sold out.

Be careful there,

Christina.

Don't worry about me,

Mrs. Doyle.

Aw, good girl.

Thanks, love.

I don't know

what happened to me there.

It must have been the excitement

seeing her all grown up.

No need to speak

No more shall I seek

For my heart

has taught me their meaning

I saw your eyes

Your wonderful eyes

With love, light

and tenderness feeling

Your father isn't coming home

anytime soon.

Christina,

bring your plate over.

I'm not hungry, Mum.

An hour ago you said

you could eat a horse.

That was an hour ago.

Is it horse stew

we're having, Mum?

Have you heard me?

What's this?

Oh, Danny boy

The pipes,

the pipes are calling

From glen to glen

And down the mountainside

The summer's gone

And all the flowers

are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you

Must go and I must bide

Christina...

come on, get up...

quickly now.

Oh, will you get the children

after school, Mrs. Kelly?

And look out

to the little ones for the day.

I will, love,

don't you be worrying.

That's it. That's it.

Excuse me now.

And he looks like

a complete fool.

...Mum.

Look, I wore me dress for you.

I'm sorry I've been asking

too many things.

You don't have to make me like

Dorset, if you don't want to.

I don't have to go to America.

I'll stay here

so long as you don't let me

lovely mum die.

Sure you won't, God?

It's time for you to go

on home now, Christina.

I don't want to go home.

That's as may be,

but your daddy's

waiting on you.

God told me to stay here.

He says

he's going to cure my mum,

if I stay here.

That's enough nonsense.

God can't cure everyone.

You're expected home.

Glasses off.

You don't need

to be anxious.

It just takes a long time

to get through immigration.

I'm okay,

don't worry about me.

You've been here

before obviously.

Twelve times.

You must like it.

Oh, I love it.

The people are fantastic.

The countryside,

the beach, the food.

What's not to like?

The queues.

All right, the queues.

The music.

Well, it's not Mozart,

but it's atmospheric.

The scary London, nearly

bouncing off the rooftops.

Also atmospheric.

Are you always

such a glass half empty type?

I'm only

pulling your leg.

So what brings you here?

I don't know. If I told

you, I'd have to kill you.

Thank you.

Thank you, madam.

That's great.

Hello.

Hello.

Excuse me?

My name is

Christina Noble.

You're expecting me

I hope.

We expect all our guests.

I suppose you do.

And what's your name?

My name is

Mr. Reception Desk.

That's a nice name.

Passport.

Passport.

You're English.

Irish, big difference.

Oh, yes,

big difference.

Big difference.

How long you staying here

at the Cornett Hotel?

Well, as long as it takes

to make you smile,

Mr. Reception Desk.

Room 204.

Jesus.

Let me go please.

There you go.

It's hot dog?

No dog sorry.

It's not dog?

Not dog sorry.

I don't want dog.

Yes, not dog.

Okay, I'll have

two not dogs.

Okay, two not dogs.

Thank you.

Do you like to smoke,

lady?

I gave them up.

It's never too late

to start again.

No, thank you.

You are on your own?

Yes, on my own.

No husband?

It's complicated.

What is your name?

My name is Meiyang.

Meiyang, Christina.

The truth is, Christina,

sometimes love last same,

same time as a cigarette.

Don't I know it?

I hear you.

Give me, give me.

Red is the rose

That by in yonder

garden grows

Fair is the lily

of the valley

Clear is the water

That flows

from the Boyne

But my love

is fairer than any

Yummy.

Dad.

Yeah.

What did we do wrong?

It'll be for the best.

What will be

for the best?

What will be,

will be for the best.

Did you ever really

love us, Dad?

It has been reported

by Mr. Clark,

the school's

attendance inspector,

that this has been

a particularly tiresome case

of truancy

and parental neglect.

His recommendation

is that the children be sent

to separate institutions

for their own educational

benefits and welfare.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hold it down now.

Down the stairs.

Dad!

Good afternoon, sisters.

Well, there is punctuality

for you, Sister Sumta.

4 o'clock the man said,

and 4 o'clock it is.

What way did you come?

The Cong Road, Mother

Superior. And you were right.

They've had terrible floods

in Maam Cross.

Noah had nothing

on the west of Ireland,

isn't that

the truth of us?

Take the child,

Sister Sumta.

Don't worry about those

frightsy b*tches of nuns.

I'll show you

how to beat them.

Come on, Christina,

quickly.

They're gone.

By the light

of the silvery moon

I want to spoon

To my honey,

I'll croon love's tune

Honey moon,

keep a-shinin' in June

Your silvery beams

will bring love's dreams

We'll be cuddlin' soon

By the silvery moon

Christina,

you can come in now.

Take a seat.

Well, you're a tonic,

Mr. Brendan.

You really are.

Now, Christina, I hope you

said thank you to Mr. Brendan

for returning you

safely

from your little farlay

into the great beyond.

Thank you again,

Mr. Brendan.

He tells me

that you have a great talent.

Want to be nurtured carefully

at this tender age mind.

What with the potential

to blossom

into a wonderful national,

even international career.

Where did you say you had

your contacts, Mr. Brendan?

The Royal Albert Hall

in London,

Radio City in New York.

The Conservatoire in Paris.

Oh, yes, we mustn't forget

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