The Quiet Man Page #4

Were gonna get married, arent we?

- I dont get it.

- This is Ireland, Sean, not America.

Without her brothers consent she couldnt,

and wouldnt. Im sorry for both of you.

Those were the bad days. Sean with a face

as dark as the black hunter he rode.

A fine, ill-tempered pair they were.

It was only a matter of time

before one or the other broke his neck.

We knew things couldnt go on this way.

Easy, Sean!

Hello, Mary Kate...Danaher.

Good morning, Sean Thornton.

So, we formed a little conspiracy.

The Reverend Mr and Mrs Playfair,

Michaleen Oge and, saints forgive us, myself.

And on the day of the Inisfree Races,

we sprung the trap on Red Will Danaher.

Remember, you make your speed

when you hit the water.

- Yes, father.

- And ride carefully, my son.

Yes, mum.

Thornton, no silks.

- Your colours, Thornton.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

Ladies, gentlemen, your attention, please!

Will all the lovely ladies,

who are putting up their bonnets

for the Inisfree Cup,

please place their bonnets on the finishing line.

Ladies, your bonnets, please!

- Will you not be putting up your bonnet?

- Indeed, I will not.

- No?

- No!

Okay, Michaleen, the widows bonnet.

Will all the gentlemen riders

please go to the starting line.

All riders, please.

Crown at 20 to 1 on the Yank.

Im given 20 to 1 on the Yank...

- Im given 30 to 1...40 to 1 on Danaher.

- Flynn!

If youve done any matchmaking between

Thornton and my widow, Ill put you in me pocket.

- Ah, so youve heard?

- Father, what sort of a scoundrel is this Yank?

One minute its me sister,

and the next its herself.

Well, blame no one but yourself.

If youd saved me as your matchmaker,

you wouldve been married long since.

- True, Will, true.

- Im not saying its too late yet.

- What do you mean?

- Why has the widow stood you up so long?

- Youre a fine looking man.

- I am.

- A rich, propertied man.

- And well she knows it.

- Father, will I tell him?

- Go ahead, Michaleen.

What woman would come into a house

with another woman in it?

If you got rid of Mary Kate,

the widow would be in like a shot.

- No.

- Yes. You had your chance and you flubbed it.

You refused Seaneen Thornton,

and he reneged on you.

Now, I doubt if hed take your sister

if you put 1000 pounds on her.

- Father Lonergan?

- I cant say its true, and I wont say its not.

- But theres been talk.

- Oh, a lot of talk.

A lot of talk, eh?

Two women in the house,

and one of them a redhead.

Two women.

Three Our Fathers, and three Hail Marys.

Morning, Mary Kate. Morning, children.

Dont sit there gawking.

Youre gonna put up your bonnet.

- I will do no such shameless thing.

- You will.

I will not!

No bonnet, Mary Kate? What a pity.

Betting will now stop,

and the sale of all intoxicating

and alcoholic drinks will cease. I mean it now!

Oh, Sergeant Major, in your good time, please.

The Yanks holdin back.

Foul!

- Look at that crazy Danaher!

- Wouldnt it be wonderful if he broke his neck?

Maybe he will now, God willing.

Will... Will, come on!

- Foul.

- I didnt see it!

Come on, Sean! Sean...I mean Paul, Father Paul.

- Thornton!

- He took your bonnet, Sarah.

Fine race! You rode like a trooper.

Trooper... Trooper Thorn, of course!

I knew Id seen you somewhere before.

Now that you know,

I wish youd keep it under your hat. Forget it.

- I understand. Itll be our secret.

- Thanks.

Your bonnet, Mrs Tillane.

- A cup for the winner.

- Oh, thank you.

- Flynn... Does your offer still stand?

- Well, eh, that depends.

- You...eh, you mentioned...500 pounds.

- 350, and not another penny.

Well, I speak to me

principal of the first part, eh?

(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)

Good morning, good morning. Come on.

Well, now. The banns having been read...

...and no man objecting...

...Im permitting this man to court me sister.

But under the usual conditions.

Mr Flynn?

- Do you assume the full responsibility?

- I do, I do.

And from now on, theyll do the walkin

and the talkin under me own eyes.

Well, then. Let the courting commence.

None of that! Hands to yourself,

and your own side of the road.

- Get onto the other side of the cart.

- Up you go.

(PEOPLE CHEER)

(SEAN:
) Why do we have to have you along?

Back in the States Id honk the horn

and the gald come-a-runnin...

Come-a-runnin? Im no woman

to be honked at, and come-a-runnin.

America... Pro-hi-bi-tion.

Do you see that over there?

Thats the ancestral home of the ancient Flynns.

It was taken from us by...by...by the Druids.

(FLYNN SINGS TO HIMSELF)

Youre the quietest couple Ive ever herded.

Well get nowhere by this rate.

Off you get. Ill let you do a healthy mile or so,

just to get you two walking correctly together.

Now, shes a fine, healthy girl.

No patty fingers, if you please.

- Nice day.

- It is that, Mr Thornton.

- Thats a pretty bonnet you have on.

- Bonnet?

Dont you talk to me about bonnets!

After leaving mine stuck up...

Easy now, easy now.

Is this a courting or a fight?

Have the manners not to hit a man until

hes your husband, and until hell hit you back.

I am sorry. I have a fearful temper.

You might as well know about it now,

instead of finding out about it later.

We Danahers are a fighting people.

I can think of a lot of things Id rather do

to one of them...Miss Danaher.

Shh, Mr Thornton.

What will Mr Flynn be thinkin?

(SEAN):
Can you ride a bike?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Mary Kate Danaher! Sean!

Eh...ep... Come on!

(MICHALEEN):
Come back here!

Come back at once!

(MARY KATE SCREAMS)

(MICHALEEN):
Come back here!

Come back at once!

Come back here! Come back!

I think you have more sense than I have myself.

Whoa there, Freddy.

If anybody had told me six months ago,

that today Id be in a graveyard in Inisfree

with a girl like you that Im just about to kiss...

- The kiss is a long way off yet! - Ha?

We just started the courting and

next month well walk together,

and the month after that therell be the trashing party...

No.

- Maybe we wont have to wait that month... - Yup.

- ...or for the trashing party... - No.

- ...or for the walking out together. - No.

And so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton,

for I feel the same way about it myself.

(LOUD THUNDER)

And so they were married in the same chapel

I gave them their baptism.

Later, there was a nice, quiet little celebration.

(LOUD, CHEERFUL MUSIC)

# Oh, as I went out one mornin: It being the month of May

# A farmer and his daughter abide their bonny way

# And the girl had only come in to the milking of her cow

# SayinI will anI must get married, The humour is on me now

# Oh, the humour is on me now, Oh, the humour is on me now

# SayinI will anI must get married, The humour is on me now

# So, at last the daughter married, she married well-to-do

# And loved her darlinhusband a month, a year, or two

# But he was all a tyrant as he quickly rode about

# SayinIm sorry I ever married, The humour is on me now

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