Ryan's Daughter Page #2

She was a good, pure woman.

- Pure, she was.

- Is that nothing?

Oh, no. No.

Well, did you come to

lend me a hand, then?

Well, now, let's see. For a

start, you could put the kettle on.

I didn't come for that at all.

I've come to say something.

I feel like a child in this place.

And I'm not a child.

Do you know that?

I know that.

Rose, I've...

maybe an idea of what you came to say.

You have no idea at all.

Well, I'm just saying, in case

it helps a bit, I maybe have.

I love you.

- Will you come inside?

- No.

Will you sit down, then?

- Why?

- I'd like to talk to you, Rose.

Well, I know what that means.

Rose, this sort of thing

can come about, you know...

a girl taking a fancy to a teacher.

- Thanks.

- Fancy's all it is, Rose.

Rose, you've mistaken a

penny mirror for the sun.

Do you not see that?

I see you always digging

a low pit for yourself...

when you should be

standing on a heap of pride.

Well, Rose...

your coming here today and

saying what you've said...

is the only cause I've

ever had for pride.

Don't you see, Rose? I

only taught you about...

Byron and Beethoven and Captain Blood.

I'm not one of them fellows myself.

- I'm not daft, you know.

- But you're terribly young.

- Aye, and that's a hanging matter, isn't it?

- No, it's not.

Well, then?

It's not a hanging

matter to be young...

but it maybe should be a hanging

matter for a man of middle age...

to try and steal the

youth from a young girl.

Especially a man like

me and a girl like you.

You were meant for the wide world,

Rose, not this place, not this.

Me, I was born for it.

It wouldn't do, Rose.

I just know it wouldn't.

So you don't want me, then?

Don't want you?

- Yes.

- Oh.

Would you like a fat pheasant,

Constable? It'll cost you nothing.

Whoa.

He recognized you.

- Well, you'll have

to be quick- - Shut up!

Bring the cart!

Jesus.

- Fine pair of gunrunners we are.

- Come on.

We'll never walk to

the coast, Commandant.

- It's 200 miles.

- We'll walk to Limerick.

- Limerick?

- The lads are waiting for us.

- Oh.

- And cheer up, Pat.

They're waiting with a lorry.

About 30 fellows.

Now...

marriage is a sacrament ordained

by God. That means, Rosy...

once it's done, it's not up to me,

nor you, nor Charles. It's done...

- till one or other of you is dead.

- I understand that.

God ordained it for three reasons.

First, that Charles and you should

be a comfort to each other...

in the long, dull days

and the weary evenings.

- Do you understand that?

- Yes.

Secondly, for the procreation of children,

and to bring them up as good Catholics.

- Well, you understand that.

- Yes.

And, thirdly...

- for the satisfaction of the flesh.

- Yes.

Are you scared of that?

Yes.

It's nothing to be scared of,

Rosy. A function of the body.

I suppose all girls

is a bit scared before.

And fellows, too.

- Yes?

- Oh, yes.

It will make me a

different person, won't it?

- Marriage?

- No, the satisfaction of the flesh.

That's a gate I have not

been through myself...

but, no, it won't make

you a different person.

I want it to.

Child, what are you expecting?

Wings, is it?

All right, try it.

Seven boats. All currachs.

One thing at a time. Keep a look out.

Top of the morning, Father.

Morning!

- Morning, Father.

- Morning, tinker.

You'll find nothing much here. It all

gets carried round the head to Killins.

Ah.

- Good luck with it, anyway.

- Thanks, Father.

And if them two's tinkers,

I'm the Bishop of Cork.

Now, we'll have one

light on the beacon...

and one on the cliff.

- What now, then? Back to Dublin?

- Tomorrow.

I want to see what Ryan's like.

Are you not done, Mrs. McCardle?

Easy, Mr. Ryan, dear.

They'll not start without her.

Women.

Tim, did you review the volunteers

in Phoenix Park before the war?

- Yes, why?

- Will you come here?

Aye, you're looking

at me picture, lads.

Here.

You recognize someone?

- That's yourself, landlord.

- It is.

And he that has me by the hand...

- is Commandant Tim O'Leary.

- Never.

Red Tim himself. That

1,000 secret policemen...

have been hunting for

these last five years.

And himself, no doubt at this very moment

walking the broad streets of Dublin.

- He's a brave man, surely.

- Nerves of steel.

You know him well, then?

- I get my orders from time to time.

- Landlord, you're a desperate man.

I'll tell you something.

- Come on then, Mr. Ryan.

- Right, ma'am.

Good luck to the young lady.

Talk.

This whole cursed country

will capsize with talk.

The locals are no good.

I'll have to bring you some

hard lads from Dublin...

when the time comes.

- When will that be, Commandant?

- I don't know.

Depends on our clever lads in Germany.

And they're great talkers, too.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

In the name of the Father...

the Son...

and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

This gold and silver, I give thee...

token of all my worldly goods.

Good night, Father Hugh.

Good night, Rosy.

Well, is no one going

to kiss the bride?

Steady, lads. Steady!

Get off out of it!

Enough. Now, cut it out.

Now, then. That's

enough. Come on, boys.

That's enough.

Now, lads, that's enough.

- Lucky man, and how are you feeling?

- Lucky.

Are you all right, princess?

It was only their bit of fun.

Good night, Father.

Good night, Rosy.

Now, go on, away in with you.

Well, you'll be away early

in the morning, I suppose?

We will, yes, Mr. Ryan.

You're a wonderful girl, Rose.

No.

No, I'm not.

Charles, how you getting on?

Them fellows has an

elegant sense of humor.

It doesn't matter.

Charles, get a handful of this.

Now, come away.

- Rose?

- Yes?

Are you all right?

Yes.

- Good night, Rose.

- Good night, Charles.

Rose?

I got you these.

They're all growing, see?

- When did you do it?

- Last thing yesterday. Just before church.

Charles, you're a rare man.

Well done.

- Here, no.

- They're not heavy.

I can't believe you're here.

Well, I am.

Well, now.

Beethoven.

I...

I don't think you care

much for my flowers, do you?

I like them better growing, surely.

Well, sure, things are better growing.

I'm afraid you're too

late for snapdragons.

Well, I'll put in some

lilies, then. I like them.

- What's the matter?

- My shirt, Rose. I'd like to get my shirt.

Charles, you're fine as you are.

Well, all right, Rose.

I don't know, Rose,

suppose somebody came in.

Charles.

- You're always on about if someone came.

- Well, it's not decent.

- Decent.

- Well, it's not, you know.

All right, then.

I'm sorry, Charles.

Put it on.

No. What does it matter?

No, you're right. Please, put it on.

No, well, I'll be

out again in a minute.

Six ones are six.

Six twos are twelve.

Six threes are eighteen.

Six fours are twenty-four.

Six fives are thirty.

Six sixes are thirty-six.

Six sevens are forty-two.

Six eights are forty-eight.

- Six nines are...

- Fifty-four.

Fifty-four.

Six tens are sixty.

Six elevens are sixty-six.

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