Ryan's Daughter Page #6

Now, who lives near

enough? Who had time enough?

Who would? Who did?

That b*tch you call your wife.

String her up!

But anyone could have, if anyone

did. The whole village was abroad.

No. The village was down on the beach.

- Except you.

- You came late.

- We came together. We spoke to no one.

- You'd say that, of course.

Young Kathy was with us.

Young Kathy would say black

was white if you told her.

Then anyone, anyone at all could've

gone into the police station...

- and used the telephone.

- That's where you're wrong.

They couldn't. Could they, Tom?

- No.

- Why not?

Because Tom went in there

himself and cut the wire.

Didn't you, Tom?

Well, you went in there

yourself, didn't you?

- Yes.

- And you cut the wire, didn't you?

Yes.

Well, what do you say now?

Nothing.

Take her out.

No, you're taking her nowhere.

Stop it!

- Informer.

- There she is!

Hold him.

Take him by the hands.

Quiet! Get back!

Get back!

Do it.

Princess...

What is it?

There she is.

Look here, Father Hugh, the

stripping of her was an accident.

Steady, Joe.

You're taking advantage

of your cloth, Father Hugh.

- That's what it's for.

- Come on, Joe.

It's not right. A

priest is only a man.

Go on.

Go on, Michael, get off.

Get off out of it!

Hello.

Keep it.

What?

They really thought...

I was the one who betrayed that man.

Rose...

I don't for one moment suppose

that anyone betrayed him.

Why should they? They just...

They just wanted it so, that's all.

And they wanted it to be you, too.

For other reasons.

Truth was told, they envy

you. They always have.

They've always had a rare,

old contempt for me, too.

I tell you, I'm not for letting any

of that lot know we've busted up.

We'll just keep up a front

until I'm well and out of it.

What?

I don't know.

It just seemed funny, that's all.

Michael, give that to me.

All right, keep it.

I thought we were friends.

That one, too. Give it to me.

No! Look.

For Christ's sake, man,

I'm not going to hurt you.

- It'll be the soldiers.

- Soldiers?

Aye.

The beach was fairly littered with

stuff. They'll be destroying it.

Oh, yes.

Come on, lads, pick them up.

What about my blisters, Corporal?

- Well, they're not mourning long.

- No.

Does she think he killed

himself deliberate?

She says...

I think he was a man who

suffered, Father Hugh.

You love her sorely,

don't you, Charles?

Yes.

- Ready, then?

- Yes.

It's not all your doing, Rosy.

I should not have married you.

No.

You can tell Father Hugh that

we're parting if you like.

No.

- Rosy.

- Father.

It'll be a fair day for

the journey, yet, I think.

I hope so, yes.

Well, now, how shall we manage?

Margaret.

Come here, Margaret. Come here.

Kathy, come in.

Kathy, will I take the belt to you?

Take my arm.

A rousing sendoff.

We'll be out of it in five minutes.

Dad.

Goodbye, Dad.

Bye, princess.

I'm all right.

- Are you, darling?

- Aye.

I'm looking forward

to Dublin and that.

Really.

That's your mother speaking.

- Do you remember your mother, Rose?

- A bit.

Do you, like...

- remember the rows?

- Aye.

- I never raised a fist to her, Rose.

- I know that, Dad.

You wouldn't hurt a fly

if you could help it.

- I'll write to you.

- And I'll write to you.

- Well, maybe.

- No. I swear to God, Rose.

- I will write every...

Every- - All right, Dad.

We'll both write regular.

Bye-bye.

Well, wait a minute, I must

say goodbye to your husband.

You know, Rose...

when you married him, I thought

you could have done a lot better.

Now I'm not so sure

they come much better.

Would you tell him that?

It's not a thing one fellow

can easily say to another.

Shaughnessy.

Mike.

Goodbye, Shaughnessy.

Goodbye, Mr. Ryan.

Are you all right for money,

you two? I have a bit by me.

We're fine for money,

Dad. Thanks. Goodbye.

Good luck.

- Get out and don't come back!

- Get out!

Informer.

Bus will be here in a minute.

It's brightened for you, like I said.

Aye.

Grand day for a journey.

Sign of good luck.

Thanks.

Bus is coming.

You won't have an address

in Dublin yet, I suppose.

No, Father, we...

I've wrote down here the name

and address of a decent woman...

who'll ask six shillings a week

for a dry room and a clean bed.

Six shillings, the pair of you.

You'll not do better

than that, not in Dublin.

No, I don't suppose so.

Thanks, Father.

Bye, Michael.

I have a parting gift

for you here, Rose.

It's supposed to be a fragment

of St. Patrick's staff.

I don't suppose it is, though.

God bless you, child.

Come on, now. Come on, get on up.

I'll help you load up.

Thanks, Father. Thanks

for a great many things.

Charles?

I think you have it in your mind

that you and Rosy ought to part.

Yes, I thought as much.

Well, maybe you're right,

maybe you ought, but I doubt it.

And that's my parting

gift to you. That doubt.

God bless.

I don't know.

I don't know at all. Come on, Michael.

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