The Quiet Man Page #7

Now, is it my fault?

Theres a match at Ballygar, and the champions of all Ireland...

If you knew your countrys history as well as

you claim to know it,

youd know that they havent been beaten

west of the Shannon for the last 22 years.

- True! - Its a lie!

If this means what I hope it means...

Danaher versus the Yank.

Itll be weeks on the green this time.

Morning.

Good day to you, sir.

Five minutes, did you say? Right!

- Hes walkin her back, the whole long way!

- Its Homeric, thats what it is, Homeric.

- Post a lookout. They may go home first.

- Wheres your pistol?.

- In the same place. - Excuse me, general.

One by land, two by sea, and Ill follow the lot.

What a day for Inisfree!

On a day like this I can say only one thing.

Gentlemen, the drinks are on the house!

Well, they are.

(WOMAN):
Darling, here is your shoe!

Why, you...

Its only five miles. Just a good stretch of the legs.

- You lost your shoe. - Thank you very kindly, sir.

(WOMAN):
Mr... Mr Sean! Heres

a good stick to beat the lovely lady.

Thanks!

(GUNSHOTS FROM OUTSIDE)

I think your in-laws are comin

to visit you, Squire Danaher.

Danaher, you owe me 350 pounds. Lets have it.

So, the IRA is in this, too, eh?

If it were, Will Danaher, not

a stone of your fine housed be standin.

A beautiful sentiment.

Ill pay you...never.

That breaks all bargains.

(SEAN):
You can take your sister back.

Its your custom, not mine.

(SEAN):
No fortune, no marriage. We call it quits.

Youd do this to me, your own wife?

- After what... - (SEAN): Its done.

Theres your dirty money. Take it.

Count it, you spawn, and look.

If ever I see that face of yours again,

Ill push that through it.

Charge it!

Ill be goin on home now.

Ill have the supper ready for you.

All right, Will, you asked for it.

Three to one given on Danaher. Three to one...

- Ill have some of that. Ten on Thornton.

- Done! Anyone else?

(MICHALEEN):
Gentlemen, if you please.

This is a private fight.

The Marquis of Queensbury rules

will be observed on all occasions.

Mind your nose, squire.

Okay with me, Michaleen!

Thanks.

Non-belligerents will kindly remain neutral.

Now, shake hands and come out fighting. I thank you.

Did you hear that, everybody?

The Marquis of Queensbury rules.

- The Marquis of Queensbury rules. - Mar..

Come on, get up, Marquis of Queensbury.

- I hope that Thornton beats him senseless.

- Hes a married man, Sarah.

Who cares about him? Its that big bully concerns me.

Im the best man in Inisfree.

As if I didnt know that.

Call them and tell them to send reinforcements.

Theres a riot here.

Five to one on the big chap, Snuffy.

- Given or taken? - Given.

- Youve had enough? - No.

Well, give a man a hand, then.

Yes, inspector. Thank you, sir.

- What did he say? - To put five pounds on Danahers nose.

- Another ten on Thornton! - Another.

- A pound on Danaher. - Two pounds on Danaher, please.

Two pounds?

...hands of a hundred battles,

eye on a thousand besides...

...stood alone on the victorious field,

his buckler bent...

...his broken sword clutched in his mighty hand...

...the blood of a thousand wounds

oozing from his open veins...

(NOISE OUTSIDE)

- Father! Father Lonergan! - Shh, shhh.

- A big fight in the town!

- And in this fish right here.

- Id put a stop to it but...

- You do that. Its your duty.

But you see, it was Danaher and Sean Thornton!

- Who? - Danaher and Sean Thornton.

Why the devil didnt you tell me?

- Shouldnt we put a stop to it?

- We should, lad, we should.

Its our duty, yes, its our duty.

Come on, come on!

- Hows that bettin going?

- Even money, but dont ruin it.

Well, Danaher, youre a good fight,

Ill say that for you.

When it comes to that, its been a pleasure beatin you.

Thanks.

- Will you take another 20 on Thornton?

- No, the books closed.

- A pound on Thornton against the squire.

- Go away!

- How about a drink?

- The drink will be on the house.

Thats a good idea. The people of Ballyglon are comin

over by bus, thousands of them.

Thats a good idea, not that Im tired.

Im as fresh as a daisy.

You look more like a black-eyed Susan to me. Lets go.

- Is that a public house?

- Yes, your lordship.

- Are they going in? - Yes, your lordship.

- Does that mean that the fights over?

- No, thats just the end of round one.

Come, keep away, keep away!

Whiskey? No, thatll be too warm,

itll get your blood up. Porter is the very thing.

- Ah, its peaceful and quiet in here, isnt it?

- Yeah.

You know...

This has been a fight Id come a long way to see.

I hope you can stick around for the finish.

Dont worry about that!

- You know, Yank. Ive taken quite a likin to you.

- Im gettin real fond of you, too.

Your widow, me sister... She couldve done a lot worse.

- True, true. - Poor woman.

- Thanks, fill them up again.

- You buy me no drinks.

- The drinks are on the house, sir.

- Im takin no drinks from you, squint.

- Im buyin the drinks.

- You can buy me a drink at your wake.

And not before.

Im buyin!

Bar towel!

- What time is it? - Half past five, sir.

Lord, he beat you!

Why... I hope you wont be vexed with me,

but Ive lost three pounds to Mrs Delany.

I know I shouldnt have bet but...

There you are, Stuffy, 15 pounds.

- Hello there, Elizabeth. - Your lordship.

- And what have you been doing all day?

- If youll excuse me, Ill...

Ill get your tea, Snuffy.

# There was a wild colonial boy

#Jack Duggan was his name

# He was born and bred in Ireland

# In a place called Castlemaine

# He was his fathers only son

# His mothers pride and joy

# And dearly did his parents love

# This wild colonial boy

Woman of the house! I brought the brother home to supper.

Hes kindly welcome.

God bless all in this house.

- Wipe your feet. - Thank you, maam.

Sit down, sit down. Thats what chairs are for.

Hurry it up!

Well, then. So peace and quiet came once again to Inisfree,

and we were... Good heavens, whats that woman up to now.?

Make way, shell be runninyou down with that.!

When the Reverend Mr Playfair comes down,

I want us all to cheer like Protestants. Now, spread out!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!

No patty fingers, if you please.

The proprieties at all times.

Hold on to your hats. Come on.

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