Ryan's Daughter
- GP
- Year:
- 1970
- 206 min
- 994 Views
Give it over, Michael.
Thanks.
Rose!
- Yours?
- Aye.
My dad got it when they
sold up Lady Pawson's.
Lady Pawson, is it?
Fine fish, Michael.
Give him a smile and you'll maybe
get one of the claws for your supper.
Michael!
I've told you, Michael,
they're created creatures!
Get off!
It'll make me sick!
Poor Mike's no answer to
a young maid's dreams...
but do you not think he
just possibly knows that?
I can't abide him, Father Hugh.
You used to ride to
school on his back.
- I can walk for myself now.
- Aye.
Where are you walking this
afternoon dressed up like that?
- Nowhere precisely.
- Just so.
What do you do, Rose, mooning
about all day by yourself?
Read.
- Well, I wasn't really reading it.
- You're doing nothing, then?
- I suppose so.
- Have you nothing to do?
Precisely that!
Well, Miss Precisely, that's a pity.
Doing nothing is a
dangerous occupation!
Morning.
- Blowy day?
- That's right, Corporal.
It's the wind.
Only want to be friendly, kids.
Then go back to London
and write us a letter.
- Don't come from London, love.
- Go anyway.
- Morning, Mr. O'Connor.
- Good morning to you, Corporal.
Will you listen to that now?
Aren't the police a dirty lot,
hobnobbing with the British soldiers?
I heard that, Moureen Cassidy.
You were meant to, Constable O'Connor.
Hey, Michael!
Michael, darling, show us your fish.
How much does he weigh then, Mike?
How long is it, Michael?
I've never seen a
lobster the equal of that.
- Michael, can I touch it?
- Come here and show it to us, Michael.
Michael.
Now what? Now what?
What am I to do with you? What?
- Actually it's only a bit of fun, Father.
- Fun?
Are you brainless,
Moureen Cassidy, or what?
Fun.
Devil take me if the lot of
you is not possessed and damned.
I don't know what's the matter
with the youngsters in this place.
I don't at all.
Their talk is filthy, their doings
are secret, and cruelty for fun.
Unemployment is the matter
with them, Father Hugh.
It's the deliberate policy
of the British government...
that Irish youngsters
shall corrupt in idleness.
Well, it's working fine.
I just seen your Rosy
loafing about the beach again.
How much you give for
that black lace umbrella?
Three and six.
You'll ruin that girl.
It's time she had a fellow of her own,
Tom. A house of her own. Floors to scrub.
My princess isn't interested
in fellows, Father.
Your princess has
fellows enough in here.
there will do a girl more damage...
than a barrack full of drunk dragoons.
Well...
if there's one of that lot as is fit for
her, maybe you'll point him out, Father.
Rose.
Mr. Shaughnessy.
Well...
this is nice, Rose.
Well, you're back, then?
Yes, I'm back, and I...
- Thanks.
- Thanks.
I came to meet you.
Well, that was kind.
A party of us went to a couple
of concerts while we were there.
I saved you the programs.
- "The Royal Philharmonic. "
- Berlioz and Tchaikovsky.
- No Beethoven?
- No Beethoven.
Do you know that the British
government has got a law now...
- forbidding the playing of German music?
- No.
- Can you imagine such foolishness?
- British.
Well, all governments
is foolish, more or less.
An Irish government would be the same.
Well, maybe.
Thank you.
- You enjoyed yourself in Dublin, then?
- Well, I did and I didn't.
A conference of village school
teachers, you know, is not exactly a...
- Bacchanalia?
- Bacchanalia. Precisely.
We did have some interesting
discussions, though.
There was a lady teacher among us
from Belfast, a stimulating woman.
Oh.
- Did she come to the concert?
- She had the score.
In what way, precisely,
was she stimulating?
She had a fine and fresh mind,
Rose. Very modern in her thoughts.
She'd been at the
teaching for over 50 years.
Old folk with fresh minds
are very stimulating.
Then there was a ministry
inspector, he gave us an address...
But the best we had was this
professor from the Sorbonne.
Now, there was a man
with a mind, if you like.
- Why? What did he say?
- I couldn't tell you, Rose.
Whatever it was, it was wasted on us.
Teachers are a poor lot, surely.
If teachers were the poor lot,
like you're always making out...
how would the pupils
be learning such riches?
What?
Some young fellow's
going to be a lucky man.
- Rose?
- I've something in my eye.
Rose.
The nuisance.
- Will I get it out, then?
- Oh, no, it's nothing.
It's only the wind.
- Are you away to the schoolhouse, then?
- No, Rose, I think...
I'll scramble up the dunes
and pay my respects to my wife.
Oh, yes.
Good day, Rose.
Good day, Mr. Shaughnessy.
Hello, Michael.
- Shaughnessy.
- There you are, Mr. Shaughnessy.
So, you're back again, Charles.
Home is the voyager,
safe from the sea.
- The usual?
- Thanks.
And...
what did you see in Dublin?
- You mean, the trouble?
- What else?
Well, nothing, really.
- Did you not go and see Sackville Street?
- I passed it, yes.
- Passed it?
- Well, I'll be damned.
What did you see as
you passed it, Charles?
- It did look terrible smashed about, Father.
- It's true, then.
- The Government used guns.
- I've not said that, Father.
All right, you've not said
anything. What did you hear?
I heard they used heavy guns...
like them they're using on the
Western Front against the Germans.
And our poor lads pursued
from house to house...
with not one rifle between three.
Now, if the Germans
had an ounce of sense...
they'd send us guns to
use against the British.
That's treason you're talking.
And friends that are
listening surely to God.
It's foolish, all the same. You'll
blather yourself into jug some day.
Charles, what do they say they'll do
with the lads they've got in prison?
They say they'll hang them, Father.
Good luck to all Irishmen.
Bad luck to the British.
Success to the Germans.
And...
And a very good morning
to you, Corporal.
Two black stouts, please, Mr. Ryan.
And one for yourself?
Well, seeing you're a man
of wealth, Corporal, yes.
- Father?
- No.
- Mr. Shaughnessy? -
Well, I don't mind if I-
No, I'd best be on my way. Term
is starting tomorrow, you know...
It seems the Jerries...
are giving your brave lads out
there a terrible scrimmage, then.
Aye.
You see, Tom, Jerry's
a tougher proposition...
than unarmed Irish children.
So far as I know, Mr. McCardle,
no children were killed.
All right, then. There were.
They get you in this uniform.
You point your gun where
you're told to point it...
and you pull the trigger.
And so does Jerry.
And so would you.
You've seen that place,
Passchendaele, maybe?
No, not Passchendaele.
- You're well out of it, Corporal.
- That's right.
Well, duty calls.
Good day, Charles.
Well, good day.
Welcome home.
Will you imagine that fellow?
A fortnight in Dublin.
Does nothing, sees nothing.
It's working with children,
makes a man childish.
No, it was that wife of his,
knocked all the spirit out of him.
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