♪ Oh! Then tell me,
Shawn O'Ferrall ♪
♪ Where the gatherin'
is to be? ♪
♪ In the ould spot
by the river ♪
♪ Right well known
to you and me ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' ♪
♪ Of the moon ♪
[music]
Well, hello.
My name is Tyrone Power.
I'm an actor, and praise God,
of Irish descent.
My family having come from
Kilmacthomas in the county
of Waterford.
Some time ago, a group
of friends of mine
decided for the first time,
to make a major picture entirely
in Ireland.
Of course, I-I had to be
one of that group.
Now, as you know, Ireland is
a quiet little island
of about 4 million population.
Although there are tens
of millions of people
of Irish descent, like myself,
scattered all over the world.
So we made this little picture
entirely in natural settings.
Of course, as we are a quiet
and peace loving people
nothing much ever seems
to happen in Ireland.
'So, we will start with a tale'
'by one of Ireland's leading
storytellers, Frank O'Connor.'
'It is called,
"The Majesty of the Law."'
'This story is about nothing.'
'Yet, perhaps,
it's about everything.'
'Let us take a look at the
police barracks at Balena Loch.'
'For although we are
a very peace-loving people'
'we still have, believe it
or not, police barracks.'
- Morning.
- Hi, Sean.
Will you be wanting
the car, Inspector?
- I will not.
- The bike, then?
Well, I will not.
So it's walking
the whole long way then?
And hating every mile of it.
♪ The garden of Eden
has vanished they say ♪
♪ But I know the lie
of it still.. ♪
[Tyrone as narrator]
With never a glance
at the rising trout
the inspector passed
on his way.
The police warrant
in his pocket
laying heavy on his heart.
♪ 'Tis there I will find it ♪
♪ I know sure enough ♪
♪ When fortune has
come to my call ♪
♪ Oh the grass it is green ♪
♪ Around Ballyjamesduff ♪
♪ And the blue sky
is over it all ♪
[cane tapping on ground]
[dog barks]
♪ And the tones
that are tender ♪
♪ And tones that are gruff ♪
♪ Are whispering ♪
♪ Over the leaves ♪
♪ Come back Paddy Riley ♪
♪ To Balleyjamesduff ♪
♪ Come home Paddy Riley ♪
♪ To me ♪
[music continues]
[cock crowing]
- Well, now.
- Ah!
Inspector Dillon,
is it yourself?
- It is.
- Thought I heard your step.
Did you then?
Ya want to mind I wouldn't put
it on you, with me foot in it.
Making moonshine
in a national monument.
Have you no sense
of the proprieties?
Mickey J., have ya?
Moonshine? Where would I get the
barley this time of the year?
Where would you get the--
Well, that's what I smell,
anyway, barley.
Honeysuckle!
Honeysuckle, it is.
[sniffing]
Don't do that.
You'll get the hay fever.
Oh, a terrible thing,
with your eyes running water
and your nose drippin'
like an old pump.
Come away, mister, 'tis growing
all over the tower.
'Tis growing
all over the tower!
Ah, get away.
- Is himself at home?
- He is.
God be good to him,
he is.
[Mickey]
'From there
to a wee thatch cottage.'
Now, it isn't the castle
that makes the king.
It isn't the castle
that makes the king.
[Irish folk music]
Is it yourself,
Michael Dillon?
Aye! It is, indeed,
Dan O'Flaherty!
Ah, Hello, boya!
A hundred thousand welcomes!
Come here, boy!
Come in, lad. I like
that I have to see ya.
How are you?
Come in to the house.
Wait. Now, wait.
Let me get my old hat.
Now, come in, lad.
No one was ever more welcome
than you. How is your father?
Make yourself at home, lad.
[laughs]
Give me your hat and stick.
I'll be damned,
but that's a fine stick.
You'd give a man
a good blow with that.
[both chuckle]
You're looking well, Dan.
I have no complaints, lad.
No complaints.
You know, I think it's younger
you're getting.
Oh, get over that.
Only for the rheumatism,
I'd be alright.
Make yourself at ease, boy.
Sit down there.
The water will be
on the bubble in a minute.
Aye.
'Hey, listen, you're not making
tea for me, are you?'
I am not, then.
But for meself.
And it's right. But I'd take it
if you want to join me.
[laughs]
[groans]
Ah. The rheumatism.
Ah. And tell me, Michael.
How are ye, yourself?
Well, they say
in the barracks above
neither on the pig's back
nor the horse's tail.
[laughs]
Hm. I'm, uh, I'm kept busy.
[coughs]
Oh! You know, when the good Lord
was handing out the curiosity
Mickey J. was first
in the line. Hmm.
Or maybe the last?
And got all that
was left over.
Mind ye now,
he had the juices.
You say he has,
or he had?
Had, has or will have,
'tis all the one.
'Tis in the nature
of things.
Mickey J. can no more resist
making moonshine
than you as
a police inspector..
Not that I ever held it
against you, mind, can resist
making life
difficult for him.
Yeah. Well, you see, Dan,
Well, I mean, uh..
After all, it isn't I who
makes the laws now, is it?
Is it?
Don't I know that, boy?
Just the furthest
from me intentions
to be criticizin' the law.
For which I have
the highest respect.
Well, now, heh, thanks.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
Not at all, boy.
Not at all.
It'd be the same talkin', I have
tremendous respect for the arts.
The arts, Dan?
Arts...of which
moonshine makin' is one.
You know, with the same token
I haven't tasted a supper
moonshine in a month of Sundays.
You know, made the old way,
with the smoke of the turf
curling out of it.
Ah, with the way things
are these days
the liquor is not
what it used to be.
Well, in what way, Dan?
- In what way?
- Aye.
- Liquor makin' takes time.
- Hm.
There was never
a good job done in a hurry.
For there're secrets in it.
Every act has its secrets
and the secrets of distillin'
are bein' lost!
Hm.
The way all the songs were lost.
Ye know that when ye was a boy.
There wasn't a man in the bar
and he would've had
a hundred songs in his heart.
But with the people going here,
there and everywhere
and off to Canada, Australia,
America, South Boston
with the comin'
of the automobiles
a-a-and the films...
a-a-and the radio
And that other new thing
along with it.
All the songs are lost.
And all the secrets are lost.
Ask you any man today
that makes liquor.
Do ye know how to make it
out of heather?
Out of heather.
Was it, uh, actually made
out of heather, Dan?
- It was!
- Aye.
And a purer, sweeter,
wholesome-er drink
never blessed
a man's gullet.
'Twas a shame to drink it.
A shame to drink it.
They shoulda used it
to baptize babies.
Truth are you there?
Truth are you there,
Dan O'Flaherty?
And without
discriminatin' meself
I could name at least one man
not far from
where you're standin'
who hasn't lost the faith
in the act of liquor makin'.
Come in, boy. Come on in.
We are all friends
this fine day. Are we not?
We are.
You sure I wouldn't
be in the way?
[Dan]
'Give it a bit.'
Come on in, ya blaggard.
Come on in.
[Dan and Dillon chuckling]
[Dillon]
'And bring that bucket
you have with ya.'
The one ye have stuffed
under yer belt.
You saw it, did you?
You saw it the whole time.
Ah, you're acute,
Inspector Dillon.
Honeysuckle. And I bet are
you not 10-year under proof.
Well, God bless
all in this house
and no questions asked.
I never saw it before
in me life.
But this, I will say,
it's got a real booket.
What? Oh, bukket.
[sniffing]
Hm. Not bad, Mickey J.
Not bad.
It looks good.
Ah. Aye,
it tastes good.
[coughing]
It is good.
Ah, sir. This is
no great excellent.
Still an honor though,
considering the handicaps.
- No offence, Inspector.
- Ye'll stay for tea.
No. Let the shoemaker
stick to his last.
I'll just sit here
and enjoy the conversation.
Mm. In that case,
we'll not be needin' the cork.
Tell me, Inspector.
Were you acquainted with a
Theormedo Frinn from Kilgannon?
Theormedo...no,
but I knew a Sean.
Sean O'Frinn from Kilgannon.
No, not that one,
the other one.
Well, if ye don't know him.
Ye never will know.
- Oh, how so?
- They buried him on Friday.
Oh. May he have rest.
Oh, what a wake there was.
I was there myself.
In my professional capacity.
The weepin' and the wailin'
and the fightin' over
the silver candlesticks.
And then, right at the height
of the festivities
didn't his uncle
from Skibbereen
drop dead on the floor.
- No!
- A yard away from the corpse.
'Twas a sad event.
[tearfully]
Cast a gloom over
the entire proceeding.
Ah. It's just like
the medicines.
Every secret there is lost.
And let no one tell me
that a doctor knows more
than the wise people
who had their secrets
from the old times.
The proof of that was seen
when there were the doctors
and the wise people together.
It wasn't to the doctors, people
went there will be thinking.
Don't I know it?
And who are ye?
Out there on the hillside
is the sure cure
for every known disease.
'Because it's written
be the ports'
wherever you find the disease,
you find the cure.
But the people just
walk up the hill
and they walk down the hill.
And all they ever see
is flowers.
Flowers!
As if God Almighty,
honor and prayers to him
had nothing better
to do this time
than be planting old flowers.
Things no doctor could cure,
the wise people cured.
Don't I know it?
And not in me mind alone.
But in me own poor bones.
Arthritis?
You know, Dan,
I think they've uh..
They've got something
for that now.
Cortisone or something.
ATTF, I think it is.
A--
God bless all in this house.
Exceptin' the cat.
Ha, forgive an old man.
Deaf and stupid to all,
but the sound of his own voice.
You all know
Inspector Dillon.
Oh, we do.
Inspector's come the whole
long way from Balena Loch
to do me honor this day.
So we heard.
And Phelim O'Feeney too.
I'll thank you not to mention
that name in my house.
Or the same, 'tis on account
of that man were here.
To all of us.
There is no man
of that name I know.
You may call him
a two-legged animal.
Or the hind end of an ass.
Or the forepart
of a Connemara pig.
Any one of which is much
too good for him.
Oh! I see your point, Dan.
But at the same time,
it makes conversation difficult.
[Mickey]
'If not impossible.'
How can we talk to him if we
have to keep rememberin' to say
"The hind end of Connemara pig."
No, it was the forepart
of a Connemara pig.
It was the ass
he was the hind end of.
So, Dan.
Will you not listen to
what they have to say?
Very well. Then, I will.
But if you've as much as mention
the name of Phelim O'Feeney--
Ah! Yourself just
mentioned it now.
That's right.
Now, listen, leave
names out of it.
There's himself here and
there is the other fellow.
We will go on
from there now.
- Himself.
- And the other one.
Eh! That's all.
No hind parts or foreparts.
Ass, pig or otherwise.
Festus McQuade, will you say
what you have to say?
It's not often
I have a chance of a quiet chat
with Michael Dillon.
- Maybe ye could stay the night.
- No, I couldn't, Dan. No.
Honestly, no.
I'd like to very much.
Maybe some
other time.
Aye, you old fool,
some other time.
What other time?
When ye can't pay the fine
that's against ye?
- What did ye say?
- Dan, Dan, forget them words.
They slipped into me mouth
when me back was turned.
In a manner of speaking.
I thought, correct me now
if I'm wrong
that something was spoken
in this house
about a fine
I could not pay.
Very well. There was.
And here it is...five pounds.
The lot.
Well, give it to him, Inspector.
And we'll be off.
I could not pay?
[coins rattling]
In this box I have the sum
of 10 pounds, 11 shillings
and some odd pence.
All I have to do is to open it,
dip me hand in
and forever be a traitor
to the name of O'Flaherty.
So before your eyes,
I cover it.
And return it to its customary
place of safety.
[sighs]
So I thank you for the offer.
But, no.
We'll have a jar around, Mickey.
Oh, no, Dan. That-that's
all very well.
And I do appreciate your
sentiments. Honestly I do.
But Phelim O'Feeney did sustain
abrasions and contusions.
Necessitating his going
to hospital.
He cracked his skull,
that's all.
Ah. That's all?
Michael, he gave me the lie.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, that's right.
Michael, no man can
call me a liar
without exposing his skull
to me claws and me stick.
Hmm. So you've made up
your mind to it.
- Huh?
- I have.
Oh, in that case then--
Ah..
- Wrap yourself well, Inspector.
- Godspeed ya.
You're not going, the...the
bottle's only half empty.
[Mickey]
'And more to come after.'
You know, I believe the weather
is changing all over the world.
Stay home, Inspector Dillon.
Whence it is not getting hotter,
it's getting colder.
The way it's in Europe.
It's cold in New Havens.
- Watch your sip over the water.
- Oh, that's true. That's true.
I hear that there are people
dying over there that-that..
...that never d*ed before.
Well, it was good
to see you, Dan.
Happy handling
from God to you.
Oh! goodbye now, Dan.
Are you sure now you can't
stay a bit longer?
Ah, no, I-I'm sorry, Dan.
I can't.
And I'm sorry about
the other thing too.
Huh!
I suppose...I suppose
it wouldn't be any chance ye,
changing your mind.
No chance at all.
As you see, in a way,
that's what brought me here.
I was thinking so.
It struck me as
we crossed the door.
Aye, Dan, they-they
gave me a warrant for you.
Yes.
So, uh.. Well, whenever it'll be
convenient for you, Dan?
[clears throat]
Well, I have the people
in there now.
Ah! no, no.
I wouldn't dream of that.
- Of course I could go tomorrow.
- Alright, whatever suits you.
Best day ought to be Friday.
Friday after dinner.
You see, I have never
gone to prison before.
And I don't expect there'll be
many people there that I know.
Oh, well, huh, Friday then.
Friday will be grand.
And I'll be expected?
I don't want to walk in
on top of them.
Ah! No, no.
Sure I'll be there myself
to give a welcome , Dan.
Huh. Ah!
Hey, wait till I see you
to the end of the road.
Hey..
[Irish folk music]
[music continues]
So on Friday, after his meal
Dan touched the heart stone
of his humble cottage
as he had every day of
his long and honorable life.
And beneath the shade
of the old ruin tower
which his people had built
centuries before him
he took leave
of his kinsmen and neighbors.
[Irish folk music]
[birds chirping]
[car brakes screeching]
What you doing on O'Flaherty
ground, you grubby man?
Here's the fine that
was put on you.
Take it, take it.
I'm paying it meself.
I'm calling you all to see it.
The whole of you.
Take it.
You'd like that,
would you not, little man?
You'd have the gratification of
saying before the whole world
that you had pity
on O'Flaherty.
But this O'Flaherty will
have no pity on you.
You can keep your blood money.
As one like ye did before.
I'll punish you.
I'll lay on bare boards for you.
I'll eat bread
and water for you.
I'll suffer for you,
you miserable man.
Till you're not be able
to raise your head
nor your children after you.
For as many centuries
as these stones
have rested one
upon the other.
Who walks with me
to the top of the hill?
[instrumental music]
♪ Oh the grass it is green ♪
♪ Around Balleyjamesduff ♪
♪ And the blue sky
is over it all ♪
♪ And the tones
that are tender ♪
♪ And the tones that are gruff ♪
♪ Are whispering ♪
♪ Over the leaves ♪
♪ Come back Paddy Riley ♪
♪ To Balleyjamesduff ♪
♪ Come home Paddy Riley ♪
♪ To me ♪
Of course, in Ireland
we have our railroads.
Even our fine new diesels.
But nothing much ever
happens on railroads.
Even in country places
the little old railroad
is always the, uh,
little old railroad.
The travel to market on it
is still a great adventure.
No one knows
what may happen next.
So, let's get aboard
the Ballycran and Dunphy railway
and see what happens.
Now you know that
it may be a great adventure.
After all, it's only
a minutes wait.
[whistle blowing]
[Irish folk music]
[music continues]
Attention, all passengers!
Attention, all passengers!
There'll be one minutes wait.
Just one minutes wait.
And the refreshment room
is open.
'One minutes wait only!'
Woo!
Teddy, Teddy?
Have I time for a pint?
You have lotsa time. And if I
join you, meself in the middle.
There'll be one minutes wait.
I said, "there'll be
one minutes wait."
- Mary-Ann, come on!
- I would understand that.
[indistinct chatter]
- One minutes wait.
- One minutes wait.
Now, listen. I do the calling.
You look after the baggage.
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
hurry. Come on.
One minutes wait.
Passengers, do not leave
the platform.
Fector! Fector!
One minutes wait only.
Oh, me? I'm the porter
at your service.
Would you mind having
a try at this door?
It seems to be locked.
Ah, if its locked,
its locked.
Oh, I remember now,
I loaned the key to a fellow
and he put it in his pocket
and went away with it.
Charles, I simply must get out
to water my blossoms.
I must have them fresh
for the wedding.
Wedding? Ah,
God bless the bride.
Ah, give 'em to me and I'll
dip 'em under the pump.
Charles? The pump.
Why, Mr. Duncan!
And is that yourself?
Mrs. Folsey, and
how are you, ma'am?
Oh, I haven't set eyes on you
for a month of Sundays.
- And is this your Christy?
- 'It is, it is.'
It seems only the other day,
when you used to serve mass
for Father Brosnan.
And him barely able to see
over the altar rail.
Sure Father Brosnan was
over 20 hands high.
Shut your mouth! 'Tis you,
not the good Father
she's talkin' about.
And how I am to make a match
for this boy, I don't know.
He never opens his mouth,
but to put his foot in it.
Oh, uh, won't you sit down?
Thank you. Thank you, ma'am.
Um, eh, tell me now...what
girl had you in your mind?
Uh, Pat Ryan's daughter.
Oh. Uh, which of them is it?
It's the eldest, Mary.
Mary? And ye don't mean to say
Christy has a wish for that one.
True, I never set eyes
on the girl at all.
- She's a fine-lookin' girl.
- Aye, brighten her squint.
[laughs]
Squint?
It isn't beauty that makes
the stir about, Mrs. Folsey.
But meal that thickens it.
The girl's a good worker,
and thrifty.
And what more would any man ask
except the 300 pounds
she must bring with her.
Aye. Hm-hm.
[conductor whistles]
Take your seats! Seats, please!
And there I was. Alone.
In a cold, cold castle.
And what were ye doin'
in the castle?
Never mind what I was doin'
in the castle. I was there!
And what should
I see comin'--
Take your seats. Look, no.
The bar is closed, Miss Mallory!
C'mon, take your seats!
The train is leavin'.
Go on, go on.
As I was sayin' recently,
there I was.
And what did I see comin'
towards me, but a ghost.
The ghost of a man in armor.
Mercy, oh Lord.
[indistinct chattering]
[conductor whistles]
Well, we're off, my dear.
My compliments to the bride.
And may ye have a long life
and a full one.
And may ye have a child for
every blossom in your bouquet.
[conductor]
'Take your seats!
Take your seats!'
[bell chiming]
[whistles]
- Goodbye, matey.
- Goodbye.
How are ye, ma'am?
Glad to see you again.
Bye-bye, lads. All the best.
Paddy Morrisey, if you're
finished with your eloquence
we'll take the train away.
Alright, take it away.
Take it away,
But are you sure you've got
Tom Dolan's pocán aboard?
- Tom Dolan's what?
- Pocán.
The biggest goat in Ireland.
Crowned king in
Killorglin last fair.
What are ye waitin' for?
Will ye get the train out?
This is the 3rd time this week
that you've had this train late.
Do you tell me to my face
and this little man of yours
just now to tell me with
questions about Tom's pocán.
I never before heard tale
nor tails of.
Oh, thunderin'..
Hey, Mr. O'Brien, hold the train
'a minute would ye please?'
[instrumental music]
It'll only take one minute to
get that goat into the train.
There'll be a minutes wait!
One minutes wait!
'Passengers do not
leave the platform.'
- Were ye not afraid?
- I was not afraid.
I spit over me right shoulder
and looked him straight
in the eye.
[indistinct chatter]
Do you know, I can't
get over the way
your Christy has filled out.
Well, a small credit
to him, then.
For it isn't the work that
put the meat on his bones.
Afraid no. All play and no work,
that's my son for you.
I wouldn't mind that.
He'll be alright, if he
doesn't take to the drop.
Well, I mustn't speak too bad
of me own flesh and blood.
But this I will say.
If you are to put a pint
of porter or a jar of malt
in front of that boy
there wouldn't be much of it
left for the next man.
Sure, it's only his youth
and he'll grow out of it.
Perhaps. But afraid
I can't wait till then.
It's time he settled down
with a good wife
with a bit of
money, of course.
To make him suffer like
the rest of us, uh..
Barrin' your presence
of course, Mrs. Folsey.
Sure, that's alright,
Mr. Duncan.
[goat bleats]
Oh, no! Oh, no, you don't.
You'll not put that goat in
the goods van, Paddy Morrisey.
That I'm telling you.
D'you know there won't be one
egg left or a bit of produce?
You can tell your Tom Dolan
to come and fetch his own pocán.
Even if you were one of the
directors of the entire system.
- He travels in the van!
- He'll not travel in the van!
Gentlemen. Gentlemen! I have
the solution to the conundrum.
What?
What's more fittin' than this
champeen pocán of all Ireland
should travel 1st class.
First class..
[goat bleats]
Now, come on.
Here we are, here
[goat bleats]
Come on.
[screams]
I say, you can't put
that animal in there.
[goat bleats]
Now, now, now, this is
your weddin' day.
- Charles!
- But this is preposterous.
I shall sue the railway company.
Your weddin' day it is,
lovely as the sound of the loch.
Step this way, madam.
Pay no attention to the smell.
You'll get used to it
in no time.
Fector, is this
a 1st class carriage?
Well, if ye want it 1st class,
ye must have it 1st class.
There ye are, ma'am.
Now they're all first class.
[goat bleats]
Now, would ye mind gettin'
the train out
in yer own good time,
Mr. Moran?
Seats! Take your seats!
[blows whistle]
We're off!
Come on now, take your seats.
[male #1]
Ann!
[woman shrieks]
Give me a hand.
It's okay. It's okay.
Now keep yer seats like
the good, decent people you are.
We're off!
Well, do you know what
I like about this
is the gettin' on
and the gettin' off.
[metal chime]
[conductor whistles]
[Paddy]
'We're off!'
[bleats]
This is me niece,
Mary Ann McMahon.
And this is my son, Christy,
I was tellin' ye about.
- God help us.
- Ah, how are you?
Ah. We're off now for sure.
The ghost of a man in armor,
draggin' his chains behind him.
Closer and closer it came.
[conductor whistles]
Tall as the room was
standin' in he was.
Mr. O'Brien!
[bell chimes]
And his eyes b*rned
like blue flames.
Mr. O'Brien, are you going to
take the train out?
Or are you going to stand here
blabberin' all day?
- Are ye ready, Mr. McTigue?
- I am, Mr. O'Brien.
The passengers are seated
in the train.
The passengers is your
responsibility, Mr. Rourke.
I drive the train.
Come on, Mr. McTigue.
But, Mr. O'Brien, what
happened to the ghost?
Did he not come back
and get ya?
I'll finish me story
another day
when there's more
congenital company.
Seats! Come on, take your seats!
'Everybody, take your seats.'
[conductor whistles]
There'll be one minutes..
I mean..
Oh, well, I mean take
your seats! Take your seats!
Safe home!
Safe home, now.
[train whistle blows]
We're off!
[whistles]
[train whistle blows]
Right on time! Ye couldn't be
late for this train if ye tried!
Ye could so, ma'am,
for you're late now.
- Get her away, Mr. Moran.
- One moment, Your Eminence.
Who're you to be interferin'
with the Bishop's
Golden Jubilee dinner?
How bad are some people
that thinks
themselves admirables
be raisin' to the few brass
buttons on their coats.
Just a minute now,
just a minute.
What's that you said about
the Bishop's, uh-buh-buh..
Golden Jubilee?
And well, ye may ask.
What's this country comin' to
when the lobsters for the
Bishop's Golden Jubilee dinner
has to be consigned
through the hands of a man
whose grand uncle Sean
'as ye he born in
the province of Munster.'
Ah, now, now--
And in the Kingdom of Kerry,
was a free mason
who took to the drink when he
was 86 and d*ed before his time.
Rest his soul.
Ah, don't be rakin' up
the poor man's past.
Next thing we'll be hearin' from
ye is about his sister Kate
who had to leave the country
and go to America
under most peculiar
circumstances.
Will ye put those fish
in the train, and stop yer gab?
Huh, there'll be a minutes wait.
One minutes wait.
[instrumental music]
[clamoring]
[music continues]
Ah, there you are, Mr. O'Brien.
Go on with your story now.
Tell us more about the gose.
I was referring,
young lady, to a ghost.
Now, you've been
very helpful to us, you see
and we were wonderin', like
the Bishop is havin' his
Golden Jubilee, you see--
Golden Jubilee?
Exactly. Yeah.
Oh, nonsense. His wife
is quite a young woman.
Not a day over 46.
Ma'am
there are certain things we
cannot and will not stand for.
I must ask you to withdraw
that statement.
Oh, but I was a bridesmaid
at the Bishop's wedding.
Sir, would you mind
steppin' outside?
Ahem, certainly.
[whispering]
Oh, that one. Ha ha ha.
[all laughing]
[laughing continues]
Help us with the lobsters,
come on, in you go
for the Bishop himself.
That's right, ma'am.
And the other one.
Ah, wait-wait.
Aha, there we are.
Now, alright. Aha!
Prawns, me dear.
[whistling]
[indistinct shouting]
[conductor]
Seats. Come on, take your seats.
[whistling continues]
We're off!
[telephone ringing]
It's the telephone!
- Answer it.
- Well, I'm not very good--
Answer it!
What'll you have?
I will.
I'll tell him.
It is.
Well, who was it?
The telephone.
Who was on the telephone?
Oh, Mr. Cohan,
the strong publican.
Well, what did he say?
Oh! Oh, he said
the bus broke down.
The bus carryin' the Harley team
from Ballycran.
And they're on the way up now,
and to hold the train.
Who won the match?
I didn't ask him.
Aw, Miss Mallory,
you didn't ask him?
And it's a championship match.
And the life savings
of the town invested in it.
I didn't ask him.
Oh.
There'll be a minute's wait.
One minute's wait.
Ah, Mr. O'Brien,
you're back.
The same again, please.
[band music]
[music continues]
Charles, is it another
of their rebellions?
[music continues]
I gather it's the
local cricket team.
Ah, is that yourself,
Mr. Donigan?
Ah, Mrs. Folsey,
ma'am, how are you?
I'm grand, thanks be to God.
You know, I was just thinkin'
about your son, Christy.
Aw, it would be a shame
to wed him to that Ryan girl.
Now, if it was only me niece,
Mary Ann McMahon.
It isn't easy to settle girls
these days, Mrs. Folsey.
Unless they have
something to their names.
Right, true enough.
Poor Pat McMahon,
her father.
It wasn't much good
he did for himself
goin' off to America.
Didn't I always prophesize
he'd come to a bad end?
A bad end, indeed.
Didn't he get his head blown off
fightin' with the American Army?
Ah, the poor man.
God rest him.
And to go off like that, without
leaving a trifle behind him.
A trifle, indeed. Hah.
I'm just after comin'
from the bank. Now, take
a look at that yourself.
Pay to the order of..
...ten thousand dollars!
A bonus, they call it,
for gettin' himself k*lled.
[indistinct chattering]
I impress you to keep
your seat, ma'am
and not be
holdin' up the train!
- Wear a skirt!
- Boy.
Well, well, well, and what
can I do for you this time?
I say, do you think we've
got time for a cup of tea?
You have lots of time,
lots of time.
These celebrations might
go on for weeks.
Isn't there a quiet
tea room somewhere?
Ah, God, love. Yes, sir,
I know what you mean.
You want to be by yourselves,
I know the very spot.
Come this way, ma'am.
I'll show you.
["Slattery's Mounted Fut"]
♪ You've heard of Julius Caesar
And the great Napoleon too ♪
♪ And how the Cork Militia
b*at the Turks at Waterloo ♪
♪ But there's a page of glory
that has never yet been cut ♪
♪ And that's the warlike story ♪
♪ Of the Slattery's
Mounted Fut ♪
♪ This gallant plan
was organized ♪
♪ By Slattery's elder son ♪
♪ A noble-minded poacher
with a double-breasted g*n ♪
All part of the service
of the railway.
I'm sorry, but we only
have the one stool though.
There you are.
You're welcome to, you..
Now, what-what are you,
what are you having?
- Tea.
- Tea.
Yeah.
You wouldn't like
a pitcher of port wine then?
China tea.
China tea, yeah, yeah.
Well, that'll just be one
minute's wait now, and, uh..
Come on, Miss Mallory,
give us a show.
[crowd cheering]
["Slattery's Mounted Fut"]
♪ And down from the mountains ♪
♪ Came the squadrons
and platoons ♪
♪ Four-and-twenty fighting men ♪
♪ And a couple
of stout gossoons ♪
♪ When going into action
held each musket by the butt ♪
♪ We sang this song
and marched along ♪
♪ The Slattery's
mounted Fut.. ♪
As, man to man
and friend to friend.
I suppose, I can, now,
take it, Mrs. Folsey
that we are
in complete agreement
as to the children's
future happiness, what?
Well, as man to man and
friend to friend, we are.
It's a deal.
[laughing]
[singing continues in bar]
[thwacks]
[singing continues]
♪ And down from the mountains ♪
♪ Came the squadrons
and platoons ♪
♪ Four-and-twenty fighting men ♪
♪ And a couple
of stout gossoons ♪
Paddy Morrisey, get back
to your work. And you too, miss.
Now, gentlemen, there'll
be another carriage needed
while we make room
for the grand hurling team
that brought us all
such glory today.
[crowd cheering]
It'll only be a minute's wait,
if some of you able-bodied men
will give a hand to hitch
on another chariot.
[crowd shouting]
- Same again, Mr. Morrisey.
- Same again, Miss Mallory.
[crowd shouting]
[shouting continues]
[clanging]
- Miss Mallory.
- Yes, Mr. Morrisey?
I was wondering, like, uh
but, how long have we been
mockin' up together?
It was 11 years, 9 months
and 3 days last Tuesday.
Oh.
Mary Ann?
Christy?
Dad, I am not going to marry
the Ryan girl at all.
You're not what?
If I can't marry
Mary Ann McMahon here
I'm off to join
the foreign legion.
You'll marry whoever this good
woman and I say you'll marry.
As is proper.
Will you take your seats?
You're filthing up the platform.
I'll ask you
to keep out of this
and not interfere
in a domestic problem.
I'll not have
the train held up
by a pair
of matchmaking biddies.
Mr. Donigan!
I will not be
spoken to like that
by a man whose
great grandfather
'as all the world knows,
was seen creeping up a borine'
one dark night during
famine times, God help us
with a bowl of soup.
It's a lie!
Well, do you mind
if I call you Peggy?
No, Paddy.
Well, I...I don't
know how put it--
Go on, go on!
[whispering]
Go on.
How would you like to
be buried with my people?
It would be lovely.
[whistle]
There'll be
one minute's waiting.
[train whistle blowing]
Oh! Oh!
[bell ringing]
[indistinct shouting]
We're off!
[train whistle blowing]
[shouting]
[train chugging]
[shouting]
[bagpipe music]
[chugging continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
["The Rising Of The Moon"]
♪ Oh! Then tell me,
Shawn O'Ferrall ♪
♪ Where the gatherin'
is to be? ♪
♪ In the ould spot
by the river ♪
♪ Right well known
to you and me.. ♪
You've all heard
of Lady Gregory
and Dublin's famous
Abbey Theatre.
Well, this story is inspired
by one of Lady Gregory's
most successful one-act plays.
"The Rising Of The Moon."
The actual settings used
include those in Galway
which suggested the play
to Lady Gregory.
The story is now set
in the period known as
"The Troubles" or what some call
the "Black-and-Tan w*r."
Lady Gregory took her title,
"The Rising Of The Moon"
from this traditional
revolutionary song.
We call our film, 1921.
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
[indistinct praying]
[praying continues]
[crowd chattering]
[indistinct praying]
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chattering]
"Holy Mary, Mother of God
pray for us sinners now and at
the hour of our death. Amen."
Mother, move along, you'll
only catch your death of cold
in the wet streets.
Death, he says.
As if it wasn't on all of us.
"Now and at the hour
of our death."
And this, I tell you,
all in the sound of me voice.
When Sean Curran dies
in that same hour, we--
- Sergeant, what's going on?
- Nothing at all.
- Keep these people moving.
- And you with your g*ns--
We've got to keep
this area clear.
I know me orders and I'll
take none from the m*llitary.
Nor from men that call
themselves the m*llitary.
Move on, mother,
move on, move on.
"Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death."
"...and forgive us
our trespasses"
"as we forgive those
who trespass against us."
"And lead us not into.."
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
eleven, twelve, th-thirteen.
That step is loose.
Do you want the man to break
his neck before he's hung?
- I'll see to it.
- Alright.
Change the clock.
Act the dummy.
[horse snorts]
[indistinct praying]
I am Sister Matthias.
This is Sister Mary Therese.
- Sean Curran is her brother.
- Do you have a pass?
Yes.
That's from headquarters.
That's perfectly in order.
Will you come this way
now, sister?
That's right. This way now.
You will speak to no one
until you are inside.
[clanging]
- Sister!
- Mary, Mary..
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
Sister of the condemned man,
that's the official pass.
I-It's perfectly in order, sir.
[sobbing continues]
[footsteps]
[footsteps continue]
Yes.
There's a lady to see you,
Sarge. Sean Curran's sister.
Curran's sister?
[clanging]
That's all I needed
to make this day complete.
Is she outside?
Yes, and there's
another one with her.
Another sister.
Oh, no, sir,
not Curran's sister.
They are what they
call nuns, sir.
Yeah, well, send her in.
Alright. Go.
Come along now, this way.
[footsteps]
Oh, how do you do?
Please, come in.
I'm afraid this room's
a bit, uh..
Shall I open a window?
Oh, please, do not trouble
yourself, Major.
This is Sister Mary Therese
'Sean Curran's sister.'
Sister, I'm...I'm
terribly sorry.
I...I'm afraid
there isn't much time.
Oh! Please, Major.
If only for a few minutes.
It took such a long time
getting from the convent.
Shall we say...
five minutes then?
[sighs]
Sister, sister, come with me,
come with me.
- Now, now please, child.
- Come with me!
How can I go
and bid him goodbye?
As if it was
for little ways.
And I knowing that all the time
in an hour they'll take him.
Lad's so tender hearted
that he cried for a dead bird.
[sobbing]
Sister!
[Sister Matthias]
'Come here, child.'
Go with her, sister.
'Go with her.'
I'm very sorry, uh..
I wish that..
Put that cigarette out!
Escort these ladies to the cell.
His sister may spend
five minutes with him.
Thank you, Major.
You have been very kind.
[sobbing]
[footsteps]
[door creaking]
[thud]
Four years of w*r..
...and I end up a hangman.
How much longer are they
going to keep us here?
[footsteps]
Here..
Mind your step now, sister,
here, at that step.
[sobbing]
[clicks]
[thud]
[Therese sobbing]
Curran! John Curran!
[male #2]
'You've a visitor.'
It's your sister, understand?
Your own dear sister.
'You've only got
five minutes so talk fast.'
[Therese sobbing]
[Therese]
'Sean!'
Oh, Mother of God!
Sean!
[crying]
Five minutes, now.
Five minutes only.
[thud]
[click]
Blasted, what's the matter
with those lights?
I don't know.
Let's see what it is.
We're always having
trouble with these.
I think it's what
they call a short circuit.
Then do something about it,
you idiot.
I know. It's the bulbs
they've given us.
- Well, then get another bulb.
- That's not my department, sir.
Them wires. Take a look
there at the top.
I don't know what's the trouble?
There's another wire going
down there to the bottom.
You know, a wire comes out
on the far side over there.
How could he expect me
to know about it, huh?
The wires that go down there
could go down to the sewers.
As soon as you cut it off..
There's nothing
we can do about it.
[indistinct praying]
Keep moving it.
- What are you doing here?
- To ensure there's a supper.
Small pleasure I take
in bringing it
to a man who'd let
Sean Curren die
and have no more
say about it than
"Keep moving. Keep moving."
- That's enough.
- After all, think of the kids.
And they at home and on
their knees be their beds
praying for the miracle
that will save the life of the
greatest man in Ireland today.
Go on home, this
is no place for you.
I'll not go till I've said
me beads for Sean Curren.
Well, say them and don't
be interfering with me.
- In the performance of me duty.
- Duty!
If I was a man, I'd
be battering down the wall.
Move on, or I'll have
to take you into custody.
Give me that.
Will you move on there, please?
Move on now.
Move on please.
You left the house without your
heavy drawers this morning.
Go home. I'll get this.
Move on now, please, move on.
Go on now, the whole
lot of you, please.
[bell dongs]
[donging continues]
[bell dongs]
It's time, sir.
Right.
- Drink?
- No, thank you, sir. Bit early.
[bell dongs]
[glass shattering]
It's a bit early
to be hanging a man.
[bell dongs]
[door creaking]
[footsteps]
[bell dongs]
[male #3]
'About time.'
March!
[footsteps]
[indistinct chattering]
[bell dongs]
Thank you, Sergeant.
You've been very kind.
[all]
"Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners.."
Michael, here it's raining
and you without your heavy--
- That's a strange thing.
- What is?
I never knew that nuns wore
them high-heeled French shoes.
You ought to have your mouth
washed out for this sacrilege.
High-heeled French shoes!
She had it Jenny.
She was wearing it on her foot.
What's the matter
with these lights?
- Where's that Walter?
- Walter!
[Walter]
'Yes, sir.
Coming, coming up.'
- Come on. Hurry up.
- What's the matter the lights?
We had a short circuit,
I'm making sure--
It's the most ingenious.
- What?
- I..
[clicks]
- They're on now.
- Ah!
- Open that door.
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, come on. Hurry up.
- Yes, sir.
I've got the wrong key.
Ah. Here's the right one here.
I think I got it now.
- Oh, no. It can't be---
- Here. Give them to me.
I'm sorry, Curren.
It's time.
Hello, Major. Any chance
to receive a bed?
I'm Peggy O'Donald
from Brooklyn.
And I...I've got
an American passport.
Are you going to sh**t me now,
Sergeant darling?
[siren wailing]
[trumpet blowing]
Will three woman
come on up to Boreen?
How did it go?
Mmm. I was magnificent!
- And how was Katie?
- She was alright.
- Thought she overplayed it.
- 'You would.'
Hmph!
Comrade, Curren.
May I shake the hand
of a great man?
When the history
of this land is written
'in its patriots' blood'
there'd be many a long page
bearing the honored
name of Sean Curren.
- I'll die happy.
- Ah. You're heavy.
Here, here, here.
[indistinct chattering]
[praying in foreign language]
Louder, come on,
come on, louder.
[praying continues]
[praying in foreign language]
[chanting in foreign language]
Louder! Come on, lift it.
[chanting in foreign language]
[siren wailing]
[chanting continues]
Stop this and get
the man ready.
The Black and Tans are
barricading all over town.
[chanting in foreign language]
[man moaning]
[tapping]
[clapping]
[soft music]
[male #4]
Alright.
- Show that bloody head.
- Move on. Move on. Move on.
- You've seen him, alright?
- Yeah, he's alright.
I know his father, well, he's
alright, that boy's okay.
Maggie O'Leary!
What're you doing out,
at this hour of the night?
Go on home to your man.
'What're you doing?
You with the bad chest.'
'Go on home, man.'
[male #4]
'Alright.'
- 'Hold on there.'
- Oh, and what do we have here?
One patriot or two.
You'll have to ask himself that.
I don't speak the language.
[donkey braying]
Oh. So, so you know each other.
One of the bright ones, eh?
Come here to the light.
I wanna have a look at you.
'What's your name?'
Sure, if I told you that
you'd be as wise as meself.
Ah, but I don't mind.
I'm Jimmy Welsh,
the ballad singer.
Did you never hear tell of me?
Jimmy Welsh, the ballad singer.
I've not seen you for weeks.
I was talking about you
the other day with John Prilly.
- We were arguing about the--
- You know this man?
Know him? I've
known him for years.
He's the best ballad singer
in the county.
Come here, I want to ask you.
The first line of "She's Far
From The Land." Is it like this?
♪ She far from the land-- ♪
Ah. No, no.
♪ She far from the land ♪
♪ where her young
heroes live-- ♪
- 'Let him out of here.'
- On your way.
Jimmy Welsh, if I get off
early, I'll meet you at
Marching Carlton's for a pint.
[footsteps]
Stick one there
and stick one there.
[ship horn blowing]
[waves whooshing]
[ship horn blowing]
Let me pass, let me pass.
I'm the wife of Sergeant O'Hara,
I'll have you know
trying to bring a bit
of supper to me husband.
Being stopped at every turn by
people like you, with stripes.
And you with your moustache.
- The whole lot of you all---
- Please, madam, move on.
[siren wailing]
What are you
doing here, Sergeant?
Louie Arthur said
to cover the case.
Well, remember that from now on
this is known as check point 26.
Check point 26?
What have I got to do
with your check points?
Sergeant Michael O'Hara here.
Who am I talking to there?
Oh. What's the use?
Drive on.
Blasted petty.
[siren wailing]
Check point 26!
Insufferable twit!
We've five of them
left, Sergeant.
Where will I stick them?
Stick them anywhere you like.
Throw them into the sea.
Let the lads in that Yankee
freighter have a look at them.
Check point 26.
[ship horn blowing]
[splash]
You blasted idiot.
What did you do that for?
You told me to throw them.
Clear out of me sight, before
I throw you in after them.
Return to your point.
You're not afraid, are you?
Oh. No, Sergeant, I'm
not afraid. It's just..
...it's a terrible
thing to be alone
with a desperate lad
like that on the loose.
[ship horn blowing]
Well, if you're so nervous,
you needn't go too far.
Do you mind, if I sit
with you awhile?
That's alright.
You'll be safer
here, darling.
I...I think I would.
Is that you, Michael?
Who else would it be?
On the coldest, dampest,
loneliest place
in the whole lot of those.
Is that my supper, that should
have been here two hours ago?
Small thanks I get
for carrying it a long way.
With the Black and Tans
stopping me at every corner
asking if it was a b*mb.
They must have tasted
your plum puddings.
Well, look at that now.
'Five hundred pounds.'
There must be a dealer
spending £500.
One minute you're saying
the rosary for him.
The next minute,
you want the blood money.
Well, someone
has to collect it.
What chance would he have
at getting away now?
Yeah, poor boy.
Five hundred pounds.
Put that with your
pension, Michael
and you'd never hear
a cross word from me again.
We could buy a small farm
in the country.
And the fresh churned butter.
And the eggs in the morning.
- An--
- Wait a second.
Do you hear something?
The poor boy.
Five hundred pounds.
[man singing]
[singing continues]
Ah. Good evening
to Your Honor.
The singer.
Who are you? What's your name?
Well, if I've answered
that once this day
I've answered it
a hundred times.
You won't mind
making it a 101.
The name is Jimmy Walsh.
And as you can see,
I'm a ballad singer.
What I see is one thing
and what I hear is another.
You're no ballad singer.
I had a great voice,
when I was young, Your Honor.
What brings you down here
to the Spanish Yachts?
The same thing that brings
yourself, Your Honor.
- What do you mean by that?
- Money.
You are hopeful
at getting £500.
Ah, but all I'm asking
is a shilling
or two for me ballad.
There are some sailors there
who'll be coming ashore in a bit
Regular customers of mine.
Regular customers, that
freighter got in here yesterday.
Ah, but she-she's
been in before.
Ah, would the lovely lady
like to buy a ballad?
There's, uh...there's
"The Peeler And The Gold."
- What?
- No offense, Your Honor.
And, uh,
"The Rising Of The Moon."
Ah, there's a lovely song.
She'll buy none of your
ballads, move on there.
"The Rising Of The Moon."
Didn't you used to sing that
Michael when we were courting?
How would I know?
I did a lot of things
when we were courting
that I don't remember now.
True for you there,
Michael O'Hara.
And listen..
What did you mean
by that last cr*ck?
I thought
it was plain enough.
It was plain enough.
It was too plain.
Now, I suggest you go on
home, where you belong.
Instead of gallivanting
around the waterfront
with this
gravel-throated minstrel.
I'll be going, you needn't
fear, Michael O'Hara--
[male #2]
'Hut. Heel.'
- All clear, Sergeant?
- All clear.
Ah, I see you're having a spot
of blarney with the old Judy.
I'll have you understand, sir,
that old Judy is me wife.
Yes, that's what I
always tell to meself.
Did you hear what he said?
- Where's that tinker?
- How would I know?
You're the policeman
in the family.
All I'm good for is to cook
food and bring it to him
'and be accused of gallivanting
around with the tinker.'
and of wanting blood money,
when I'm thinking of is--
Please, you're putting words
into me mouth I never said.
You did, you did
every last one of them.
- What's that? Out there?
- Where? Where?
It sounds like a boat
or someone rowing.
You're only trying
to change subject
to get me mind off
what I'm saying.
Old Judy!
Ah, Michael, Michael
I never thought you had
such a low opinion of me.
Gallivanting, at my age?
- There is a boat out there.
- Me after bearing you 8 kids.
Two of them twins!
Halt! Halt!
In the name
of the law, halt!
[ship horn blowing]
Halt. Halt! Jimmy Walsh!
Come back here.
Come back here at once.
I see you, Jimmy Walsh.
Come back!
I have a g*n. I'll sh**t.
[flute music]
Sean Curren.
[music continues]
[male #5]
'Sergeant! Sergeant!'
- Is that yourself?
- It is.
I heard you calling.
It was a jackass
you heard braying.
That's what I thought.
The one out there.
It belongs to an old friend
of mine, Jimmy Walsh.
It's the...Jimmy Walsh
the ballad singer.
Kind, old friend of mine,
a fine voice he had too.
What he used to sing best
was "The Rising Of The Moon."
Sure I used to sing
it meself too.
Though there was a bit
of treason in it.
I suppose there's a bit of
treason in us all, more or less.
This is how it used to go.
♪ Oh! Then tell me,
Shawn O'Ferrall ♪
♪ Where the gatherin'.. ♪
Where's your g*n?
I lost it.
Go back to the barracks.
Put your name in the books.
Go back at once.
[speaking in foreign language]
[ship horn blowing]
♪ Oh! Then tell me,
Shawn O'Ferrall ♪
♪ Where the gatherin'
is to be? ♪
♪ In the ould spot
by the river ♪
♪ Right well known
to you and me ♪
♪ One word more
for signal token ♪
♪ Whistle up the marchin' tune ♪
♪ With your pikes
upon your shoulders ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
So you thought I forgot
the old days.
Not so old, Michael.
I remember you by the Glenside
with shamrocks in your hat.
- You drilling with the bud--
- Me pension woman, me pension.
I'll be going home now, Michael.
I'll keep the bed warm for you.
- Well done.
- Bye-bye, dear.
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ With your pike
upon your shoulder ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ Well they fought
for poor old Ireland ♪
♪ And full bitter
was their fate.. ♪
[Michael]
'Five hundred pounds reward.'
Five hundred pounds.
I wonder now
am I as great a fool
as I think I am?
♪ In manhood's burning noon ♪
♪ Who would follow
in their footsteps ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪
♪ And hurrah my boys
for freedom ♪
♪ 'Tis the risin' ♪
♪ Of the moon ♪
[soft music]
Rising of the Moon, The (1957)
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