Ryan's Daughter Page #4

To my unit.

They're at the front.

You'll not do that?

No. Not now.

Not now.

Oh, darling.

Darling.

- Tomorrow?

- If I can.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

Rosy.

- Hello, Charles.

- Hello, Rose.

Where've you been, Rose?

What's happened, Rosy?

- Princess took a fall.

- Rose, no.

I'm fine. I'll just change.

It was my own fault, really.

I put her at a ditch

she wasn't up to, and...

she lay on my leg and wouldn't get up.

- Your leg, darling? Let me have a look.

- It's nothing at all.

- If you're sure.

- I'm certain sure. It's nothing.

But she wouldn't get up for anything.

Do you know who came

to get me out of it?

That new English officer.

- Major Doryan?

- Aye, him.

He came and got her up.

Well, that was lucky.

- What have you been doing?

- Waiting for you.

You mustn't worry about

me, darling. I can ride.

You can ride Champion, surely. But

the mare's not properly broke, Rose.

Rose, she's not properly broke.

Well, Major what's-his-name

did say he'd help me.

- With the horse?

- Aye.

But, I don't suppose he meant it.

- He looks a man of his word to me.

- Does he, Charles?

Seems like a fine

young fellow all around.

You always think the

best of people, don't you?

Why not?

Well, we'll see.

- Could you eat some supper?

- I could have a go at it, yes.

Rose?

Yes?

You'd never be unfaithful

to me, would you?

Charles.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't

have asked that.

No, that's a rotten question

for a man to ask his wife.

Sir, what's that there?

What's that?

Well, that's not the cuttlefish

that I told you to look for.

That's for a start.

That is an insulator.

Aye, an insulator, that is.

Probably off a German battleship.

I'm sure there's no German

battleships coming here, sir.

- You don't know, there might be.

- No, Timmy's right.

Now, tell me this.

Why is there so much

stuff around Killins Bay?

It's a tide... Tidal

eddy around the head.

Tidal eddy. Very good, Tim. Good.

All right, come on,

now. Go on looking.

The tide's going

down. Go on, hurry up.

Go on, Kathleen. Off with the others.

You never know, you might

find a diamond tiara.

Sir, sir.

Aye, that's a cuttlefish.

- Good lad.

- I'll try and find a bigger one.

You do that, Tim.

Come on.

What is it, sir?

No, it's nothing. Nothing.

'Tis all right, Kathy.

Come on.

Time we had lunch.

We're eating at Barrow.

It's a long way to Barrow, sir.

Step off, then. That's

where we're eating.

Tide's coming in, sir.

So it is.

Hey, would you look at Michael?

Michael.

It's the Major.

Hey, Tom, will you

have a look at this?

He's getting worse, you know.

Michael, let's have

a look at your V.C.

- How many Germans did you kill, Michael?

- All right.

All right, very entertaining.

Michael, you're a perfect fool.

You ask for trouble. Come on,

now, take the foolish things off.

Michael, take them off, now. Come on.

Michael!

What's eating him?

- What've you been doing?

- Don't know, Father.

We've not done anything.

Come on now, Michael.

What're you up to?

Let go!

Michael, let go, or I'll hit you.

Michael, darling, let go.

Major, darling, let me touch your V.C.

You see, my husband hasn't got one.

Well?

Well.

What was the meaning

of that pantomime?

I don't know.

- Where have you been?

- Riding...

- with Major Doryan.

- You're bold as brass.

You think that's a suitable

connection for a decent Irish wife?

I think that is for my

husband to say, Father Hugh.

- You've told him, have you?

- Yes.

Yes, you would.

Your husband would say anything

you wanted, pretty well...

because he loves you

sorely, doesn't he?

- Yes, he does.

- Have you nothing to say to me?

- What should I have to say to you?

- You could say:

"Father Hugh, there's nothing

between me and Major Doryan. "

- There isn't.

- Say it, then.

There is nothing between

me and Major Doryan.

Look at me, Rosy.

Oh, child, what a face.

- Rose, tell me now.

- What?

You'll have to tell it in

confessional, you little fool.

I don't have to come...

- to the confessional.

- Child!

Child?

- Father.

- Hello, then.

Rosy...

was there something?

No, I just...

- Will you take the prayers, then?

- Aye.

"Our Father...

"who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done...

"on Earth as it is in heaven.

"Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses...

"as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

"And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil. "

In the name of the Father and

of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

All right, children, off with you.

Thank you, Father. Good day.

Glad to help, Charles.

Is there anything else

I can help you with?

No, I don't think so.

Well, I'll be off home, too, then.

- You're late.

- I took them for a nature walk.

Up Brandon?

Along the shore.

- For cuttlefish?

- Aye.

For cuttlefish.

If you'd come up Brandon,

we might have seen you.

Why?

- Did you go to Brandon?

- Aye.

I got some heather.

So you did.

You haven't been to the beach, then?

No.

Oh, well.

- It's nice up Brandon.

- Aye, it's grand.

Is something the matter?

I don't know, Rose. Is there?

There's nothing the matter with me.

Nothing's the matter, then.

And the jam, and the...

The jam...

and the soap.

Maggie.

That'll be 18 pence.

Could it wait to the

end of the week, missus?

Aye, to the end of the week.

Not to the crack of doom.

Thank you.

- What was it, then?

- I want a dishcloth, please.

- I've none.

- Oh.

Then I'll just take some

potatoes. Five pound.

I've no potatoes, either.

What's them, then?

Aye, them.

They're gone. I've no potatoes.

Oh, I... I see.

The way I see it, Mrs. Kenyon, there's

loose women and there's whores...

and then there's

British soldiers' whores.

- Coming up fast, Father.

- Aye.

Will you look at those things?

You'd think they was

announcing the coming of Christ.

- Off you go!

- Right.

Put her down!

Slowly does it.

All right, now! That's it. Come

on, Joe, there's a good lad.

Come on, it's late.

All right. Come on, Sean.

Come on, Tom. You've

got to go to sleep.

Go on. Good night!

Hello, Tom.

- You? What are you doing here?

- Come on, now, Tom.

Phoenix Park, 1913.

Tim O'Leary.

Come on.

Right, lads.

Now, what do you usually

do at this time, Tom?

- I go to bed.

- Right.

This is Bernard. Go on up, lads.

- Paddy.

- Paddy.

Sean.

Joseph, Peter...

Mr. O'Keefe.

- And you know Pat.

- Which room?

At the back.

But, Commandant,

sir, what's happening?

Guns, is it?

- That's right, Tom. German guns.

- German?

Dynamite, grenades. All the

stuff the movement needs.

We tried to launch the boat...

- You must get to them somehow, then.

- We can't.

But Sean here says there's a good chance

some of it will break away and come to us.

- Float in?

- You're on to it.

But, if it does, we won't know where.

You can't see the nose on

your face out there now.

So we'll wait till daylight.

- Absolute madness.

- Will you shut up?

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