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How Harry Became a Tree

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How Harry Became a Tree

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I had the dream again.

What dream?

About the tree.

What tree?

Dad?

What tree?

You turned into a tree.

Why wouldn't I?

I never remember my dreams.

That wasn't the end of it.

What happened then?

I dreamt I heard hammering in the yard.

They cut me down, Gus.

They made me into coffins.

But them big fellows
wouldn't cut down easy.

Be God, they wouldn't.

They could chop all day
and never get anywhere.

So you chopped me down, is that it?

No.

You can put a stop to
that thought right now.

And you can stop that as well.

It's only an old stick.

You stay here playing with your stick.

And I'll go check on the cabbages.

That way...

one of us is doing something to make
sure we don't both starve to death.

Jesus, Dad.

You wait until the rain stops.

For it's good for the roots.

Dad!

Could we...

...could we stop
for a minute, please, sir?

Why, what ails you?

I, um.

Ai, can hold it in
another while, come on!

We'll be there soon.

It's kind of urgent.

All right, so, sir.

For God say stop calling me sir.

Why'd you call me uncle?

That's what most
of the girls call me, yeah?

All right, so... uncle.

Look at the state of me.

How's the man?

How's the cabbages?

Happy is the man who
minds his own business.

Ah, no,
that's not very friendly, is it?

You're not my friend.

You're admiring the new van, I see.

I am in me arse.

You got a new one, I see.

- She settled?
- Not yet.

Many lads in Skillet'd
be happy to take her on.

Your Gus, for one.

My Gus is far from needing the morally
dubious services of a matchmaker.

Best looking lad in Skillet.

That may be.

He's not exactly the brightest candle
on the Christmas tree now, is he?

You keep your slanders
to yourself, George O'Flaherty.

We still know what to do
with big mouths around here.

I meant no harm.

Think about it, yeah?

Well, now cheerio, neighbor.

Hello lads.

- Wha'do you think? She's nice, huh?
- She's a beauty.

Yeah. The van.

Take that stuff out of the back.

Hello, how are you?

Well, what do you think of it?

Well, it's very big for
a little town like this.

One good push, Max!

One good push and he's out!

He's out! He's here!

Ooh!

My darling...

She's very tired, Mr. O'Flaherty.

- Is it a boy?
- Yes, it's a boy.

Margaret needs some
rest now, Mr. O'Flaherty.

- You should go.
- Oh yes.

Go on you hell dog 'n Anti-Christ!
On with you!

Jesus Dad, why you annoy him?

It's not good for
a man's heart, you know?

What is it?

That doting reprobate, bringing
a child to the world at his age.

If he annoys you so much,
what are we doing at his hooley?

Never turn up
your nose at a free feed!

Eileen... two more.

I might have a drink.
Do you want one?

Go on then.

You want that?

No.

What can I get you?

T-t-two... bottles of-of
st-st-stout, please.

Righto.

Well, I'll drop them down.

To me own little son.

Maeve, turn the long face.

He's brought another girl back with him.

He asked me to take her for you.

What?

Aham.

I told him, you were too
old to be getting married.

Besides, he's my enemy.

I can kiss my
eternal reward goodbye

if I ever start going round
doing favors for my enemies.

George?

Now, what has he
ever done on you?

Nothin'.

He's clever, that way.

I think you're going daft
in your old age.

You listen to me
once and for all, son.

A man is measured by his enemies.

Right?

So you picked George, is it?

I did, indeed.

But I didn't go too
daft c*ck, don't know.

I gave the matter my utmost consideration
before I settled on George O'Flaherty.

You must have a strong enemy, son.
Otherwise, it's too easy to destroy him.

I don't understand
you at all, dad.

I know that.

There you go.

Say if you haven't asked for it.

Hello, again.

You put your eyes
back in your head.

She's the one he just brought in.

Dad, maybe you could have
a word with George and...

Have you heard nothing I've said?

And he's not my enemy.

Even if he was, I'd go down on my hands
and knees for a chance with a girl like that.

Once and for all.

My enemy is your enemy.

How thick you have to be
not to understand that?

- This is some occasion!
- Father Pat!

George! George!

Tell me, how
you want to call the baby?

- George!
- So, why wouldn't you?

Well, here's your health.

Well, the party can start, Father Pat.

Well, I'll try and rustle up
a few old tunes for you.

Oh, great, great. You will?

Sorry to disturb you, Annie love.

You know I wouldn't put it on you
and Patrick unless it was important.

You know that.

It's Gus.

He spent the last week...

looking at the wall
and sighing...

When he gets
fed up with that

takes his bed

buries his head in his pillow.

He won't even eat.

What am I to do?
Will you answer me that?

Get out of that stretcher!
Look at you, half the day gone!

Come on, is there dinner in it?

There is not!

I don't feel like
being the cook anymore!

Get George O'Flaherty
to fetch you in a woman!

If you want your dinner
handed up to you!

Don't you talk like that
to your father!

Don't you talk like that to your son!

And don't be so intent on
destroying his life...

... before it even starts!

Look...

I've made up my mind
what to do.

George has had his son,
so he's happy.

So?

So!

He might not be too greedy
in the matter of the girl.

Ms. Mungret.

The bold Harry,
what can I do you for?

Probably talk about the girl.

What's there to talk about?
Make me an offer.

I have no money.

I've put it all
in the cabbages.

There's money in cabbages.

You're right there.

As my Annie, God rest
her soul, always said,

The future of this country, if it has
any future at all, lies in cabbages.

She was a fine woman, Annie.

She was.

But it wouldn't cost you a wink of
sleep to take her cabbages, would it?

It was you put them
on the table, Harry.

What would you want
with Annie's few cabbages?

Haven't you enough money already
to build this boil on the arse of Skillet?

Take the bloody cabbages
if you want them that badly.

From what I hear, it's your Gus
who wants something badly.

I'll collect the girl
in the morning.

What if Eileen stays with us
for a couple of weeks more...

...you know, to help Margaret?

She's not
over the baby yet.

Well, can't you get that
Maeve one to help her?

Maeve and Margaret
don't exactly see eye to eye.

So you want to
change the deal, is that it?

What if she stays with you?

And she spends the days
here and helps Margaret?

What if that's not worth
all of my cabbages?

What if I take half?

Half?

Deal.

Deal.

Father,
is matchmaking a sin?

My child,
this is a confessional.

There are certain
preliminaries to be observed.

Father, I don't even
know what he looks like.

Gus?

Oh, he's a very nice boy.

And lives with his father.

Just the two of them
since Annie and Pat died.

His mother?

And his brother.

She died of a broken heart.

She was never the same
since the minute they brought

Pat's body back and laid
him on the kitchen table.

Covered in blood.

Full of English b*ll*ts.

But... you must have seen Gus
at the party for George's baby.

He's a fine-looking lad.

Dreamy.

He was sitting in the corner...
by himself.

That'll be plenty for the wedding.

Is a hard all year's
work all the same, huh?

Indeed it was.

To think that that reprobate can
just sit back and take half of them.

The deal is done now.

Allright?

You go on.

Catch up.

It won't be long.

You'll take Annie's cabbages.

Is that it?

George, oh, high and
mighty, O'Flaherty.

Rot away,
me beauties, rot away.

We'll wipe that smile
off O'Flaherty's face yet.

Harry!

Hey... no!

Get out the picture!

What's this meant to be?

Just a gesture, Harry.
... what's in it, you know?

So this is how
you apologize, is it?

For what?

Hark to him, all innocent!

A few bottles of stout means everything
is all right between us, is that it?

Ah, come on now, Harry.

It'll take a damn sight more
than a few bottles of stout

to atone for your sins,
George O'Flaherty!

And well you know it!

Go inside, so.

Dad likes be by himself.

Say good night, to her, Dad.

You will not!

Who do you think is going to
clean up this mess, the fairies?

- Dad!
- Gus!

Don't.

We'll be off so, Dad.

You go on to bed, Eileen.

I'd just like to have a
quick word with my son.

What is it?

Do you know, it's gone
completely out of my head.

Go on!

I'll come in to you if
I remember what it was.

Jesus, go on, son.

Don't keep a woman waiting
on her own wedding night.

Come into bed, Gus.

Gus?

What's wrong?

Can't...

What?

... move.

Good morning.

Daddy!

Good morning!

Well, I suppose you'll be making
a start on those dishes now, huh?

I have to go to Uncle George's.

Uncle?

He likes me to call him that.

Oh, I'm sure he does.

But you must understand,
that man is our enemy.

And I'd be thankful if you didn't
mention his name in front of me again.

Don't laugh at me!

I'm not carrying any more of
this milk around than I have to.

So, last night, tell us it all.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, you've forgotten
your wedding night already.

Can't been any great shakes?

Come on.

Come over here to me.

I want to hear
the whole story now.

Well?

I think he's a bit... troubled.

Does it always happen that
way, auntie Margaret?

Mostly... yeah.

They're all frightened?

The first time? Yeah.

And Uncle George?

He's another story altogether.

Let's just say,
I was very lucky.

But if I'm not very lucky?

Then you can give
things a little helping hand.

Take that milk home
with you and give it to him.

It's good
for more than babies.

If you catch me meanin'.

I got you
a little drop of milk.

I'm not thirsty.

Ah, go on.

Just have a little drop.

It's sour.

Come here to me.

Come here.

What have you done
to me?

It's only milk.

Ah, Jesus.

- Look at me!
- Hush now!

Come here. Come here.

Don't be worryin' yourself.

Come here.

Shh.

You know... I... love you.

Eileen?

Yeah?

Have you ever been
with a man before?

No.

Never met one you liked?

No.

Oh, Annie.

I shook the hand of the worst man
in the world to get that boy a wife.

And do you think he
thanked me for it? Well, he did not.

If you ask me, he's
worse than he was before.

And they say marriage
is the making of a man.

That'll need to be
washed as well, love.

Hello, little man!

I'll do it now.

A load of washing to do and
the sooner I get started the better.

Thanks, Eileen.

She's great.

Where am I in it?

Where am I in it?
There I am, there, look.

I'll put it here.

Keep an eye
on the two of you.

A little warm water.

Gentle on the hands.

Thanks.

I overheard your conversation
with Auntie Margaret.

I think she
prefers you to me now.

- I don't know.
- No, I do.

Who can blame her, eh?

Auntie's a great woman.

Oh, she's a rock.

- She is?
- She is.

I never let Meg wash
anything, do you know that?

- Is that right?
- Yes, it is, Ruth.

I'm crazy about that woman.

You must really love her.

Oh, I do.

I do.

Hold tight.

Uncle no, please...

No... it's okay.

It's okay.

That girl traipsed out of here
very happy this morning.

So you're obviously
doing something right, huh?

Dad...

You listen to me!

You'll get nowhere
pussyfooting around a woman!

You have to put your foot down, show
her who's boss, crack the whip a bit.

They'll love you for it afterwards, they always do!

.....

If you come for your half of
my cabbages, you can wait.

Myself and Gus are picking ours today
and taking them to market Saturday.

You can get yours then.

Tell you the truth, your cabbages
are the furthest thing from me mind.

Come to ask you, would you let
Eileen stay with us a while longer?

Margaret's not well.
It's her first child, you know.

The answer is no.

Get that Maeve to help you.

Or has Margaret caught on
to your little game with her, huh?

You know what it is, Harry?

Never liked cabbages.

Why don't you keep them all?
How does that sound?

Well, uh, if, uh...

Another month to this, huh?

- Another two weeks.
- Deal!

Deal!

Come on, me little beauties.

Dirty b*stard!

b*stard!

That wh*re master's gonna pay for this!

Who ate your cake?

Go on!

Whoooaaa... h*!

What are we stopping for?

Would you look at that?

What?

Huh?

This old tree is not
frightened of a bite of a storm.

Ah, there's nothing in the
sky this lad need fear.

Or under it, neither.

Uh-huh.

You could throw one of
your Bible floods...

... at this fella

and he'd still be there
afterwards, hanging on.

Didn't I tell you the future of this
country was in cabbages, huh?

Huh?

Didn't stop half of them
rotting in the ground, did it?

I showed them the kind of
bargain Harry Maloney makes.

Right.

Come on.

Lets get out of here before
they come to their senses.

- Where are you going?
- It'll only be a minute, dad.

The one and only
Harry Maloney.

- Good evening, ladies.
- ... today, then, did we?

We did indeed,
sold all me cabbages.

And you've got a
good price for two, I suppose.

You suppose right.

And how's about Gus?

And the new daughter-in-law?

Never better the pair of them.

Really?

That's not what the boys above in
Skillet were telling us this morning.

Oooh!

And what are the boys
in Skillet saying, huh?

I have a surprise for you.

Gus?

...Gus?

It's your dad.

I remembered that important
thing I wanted to tell you.

And can it not wait till morning?

It cannot.

Don't rush me.

I will not be hurried
in my own house.

Nobody's rushing you.

Just whatever it is, say it.

before I freeze to death.

I want to tell you a story.

A long time ago...

... in the time of the Bible,

...our Lord
was traveling around

... with his mother,
the Virgin Mary.

This was just after
he started the miracles.

They were traveling along.

And they came across a blind man
sitting on the side of the road.

The Virgin remarked
about the man's blindness.

Our Lord replied,

Ai...

...he is blind.

... and even so,

...his wife is carrying on
with another man in the woods.

So...

I will give him back his sight

... so he can see her.

To which,
the Virgin replied...

... if you give him
back his sight,

... give the woman an excuse.

Are you listening to me?

Yes.

Our Lord gives the word.

The blind man jumps to his feet.
He looks around in all directions.

He can see.

He looks into the forest.

And he sees his wife
with the other man.

She knows he sees her.

So she comes to him.

He says to her,

You were in the woods
with that man.

And she doesn't deny it.

Oh no.

Ah, she says,

... if I wasn't in there

... sure you wouldn't
have got your eyesight back.

That was her excuse!

Jesus, do I have
to spell it out for you?

Your wife is carrying on
with George O'Flaherty!

You knew?

You f*cking idiot!

Will you let her
walk all over you?

And sleep with
my worst enemy?

And make a laughing
stock of the Maloneys?

Is... is... is that it?

If you don't
confront her, I will.

Listen...

... do what you want.

Just do it in the morning.

Dumb shite!

Go on, hit me.
I wouldn't blame you.

I will always be...

... gentle with you.

I want a word with you.

Did George O'Flaherty
lead you on?

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Ah.

Then I take it
that you led him on.

I don't want
to talk about this.

Why don't you stop?

Sit down while
I'm talking to you.

Even if
you did lead him on,

... you must never admit it.

You have to say it was him.
You have to say it before the whole town.

Tell them he forced you.

What kind of trouble
do you want me to get into?

That's not my problem.

Right.

I'll go and see
Father O'Connor.

But you're not to confess
everything to him until I tell you.

Are you not worried
about all this scandal?

Ha! I'm counting on it.

The whole town
will know how my family

and my good name
has been ripped asunder.

And they'll know
whose fault it is.

That George O'Flaherty is
after seducing my daughter-in-law!

I see.

Right men, you can
get on with the work.

- Did you hear what I said, Father?
- Yes, yes, I heard what you said, Harry.

But... maybe we should go inside
where we can have a nice quiet chat.

It's going to rain anyway.

Father!
The adulterous b*stard!

The nerve of you!

To pretend to be surprised...

...when you knew all along
what that wh*re master was like!

Admit it!

I most assuredly did not!

The ash! [????]

Now you're the priest,
deal with him!

I mean,
you just can't go around...

I mean...
has anybody seen them?

It's only basis
for this accusation!

The dogs in the street
know what he's like!

So you would destroy a man
on the basis of rumor!

I don't care
how he's destroyed!

Now, you
don't mean that, Harry!

If you want proof, this town is
full of witnesses! Just ask around!

This matter will have to be
handled with great delicacy!

Fair enough!

I will have to speak
to the witnesses!

I'll have them at my house
at five o'clock this evening!

As many as you want!

Look, Harry... I have
to hear confession now!

If you hang around
till I'm finished, well then maybe

we can discuss
this matter further!

Maybe even have a cup of tea!

For f*ck's sake, tea!

Well, Father,
you wanted witnesses!

Here they are!

Well, perhaps if he
began with Eileen...

Eileen, would you
take a seat, please, child?

I'd rather stand.

Very well, then.

Answer all
his questions now, Eileen!

The truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth!

So help you God!

I'm ready when you are, Father!

Eileen, I know it can't be
easy for you to discuss such a

... painful and delicate matter
as this with strangers...

... but try not to think
of us as strangers...

... but as friends and neighbors

...who have nothing but
your best interests at heart!

If anybody has anything to be ashamed
of around here, it's certainly not me!

That's right.

You tell him, girl.

No! You all seem to
know already. Or think you do.

So why don't you just leave it up
to your own dirty minds?

No, child.
We don't require details.

If you could just tell us...
where it happened.

In the kitchen.

In his wife's bed.

On... the... f-f...

... floor of the bar!

He seduced her.

Had his way with her like he does
with all the women he brings to Skillet.

Please, Harry.

Hang on a minute there, Harry.

I'm telling you. He forced her.
Didn't he force you, Eileen?

You see?

She's too terrified to speak.

Well, you can take it from me.

He forced her.
Against her will. In the kitchen.

In his wife's bed.

In the name of God!

Why don't you
tell the truth, Eileen?

Huh? Tell us
how he attacked you!

He didn't attack me.

God help you if you
tell lies at a time like this.

He didn't attack me.

Why are you protecting him?

Harry, don't!

Well...

If she won't tell you, I will.

Right.

He cornered her.

Dad!

You stay out of this.
This has nothing to do with you.

He locked your door.

Dad...

Stop it.

Would you look at him
up on his high legs?

Eileen, do you want
to go on with this?

No!

Then you don't have to.

We're going
to go for a walk.

And when we come back

maybe all these people
will have gone.

Right!

He...

... heeee
he locked the door.

She won't get away.

You was listening to me?

f*ck youse, then!

Don't be scared.

- Hello lads!
- Hi, George!

The weight of these yolks!

George, it's gorgeous!

Yes, the finest one in the shop.
And the dearest as well.

Let's you out of a job, Phil.

Oh no,
this isn't for down here.

These hooligans will have it
smashed to pieces in no time.

Don't worry, Maeve!

I'll marry you.

Ah, me two perfect angels.

Look, there's
a present for you.

You can open that now.

And wait.

Just wait till you
hear this fella here.

Do you think I'm stupid, George
O'Flaherty? Do you think I'm deaf?

Do you think I don't know
what they're saying about you?

- Mags, Maeve and I...
- Maeve? I'm talking about Eileen.

What?

Not in front of me, son.

God forbid he should
lose respect for his daddy.

No, I say it's Harry Maloney.
Is that Harry Maloney?

He has it in for me. I don't know
whether I'm coming or going.

I'm not wound up, Mags.

If only
you'd told me yourself.

If I didn't have to hear it
whispered in the bar below.

I bought you a present.
I bought you a present.

And this is supposed
to make it all right, is it?

Well, I just saw it.
I just saw it in the shop.

And I thought to myself,

Genie, that would look
wonderful on Mags.

It's lovely.

But for a while, I won't even
fit into it till I get my figure back.

Oh, she'll have her
figure back soon enough.

You always were a charmer.
That's me trouble.

Mags, you know
I can't help myself!

Oh, we're smiling now.

After Georgie
gets a kick in the bag.

That's all right.
We can smile away, can we, huh?

Are you going to be good?

Mags, you know it.

With maniacs like Harry
Maloney around, who can tell?

Well, you'll get more than a
kick in the tripes the next time.

I don't mind telling you.
Harry Maloney or no Harry Maloney.

Everyone knows
about you and him now.

The cat
got your tongue, huh?

What do you
expect me to do?

Thank you for spreading
a malicious story about me?

That's where you're wrong.

It's not a story, is it?

It's true.

Every word of it.

All you've done is fed gossip
to them that should know better.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Gossip.

That's all it is.

I'm glad you can see that.

Finally.

There's no use just
spreading the story.

It's not
convincing anybody, is it?

Now you're seeing sense, Harry.

What?

If you hanged yourself.

What?

Well... your life
is destroyed, isn't it?

You've said as much yourself.

Your life is hardly worth living
after what's happened to you.

Not to mention the gossip
that has you tried and convicted.

Before you have a chance to
tell your own side of the story.

- That might be true...
- Yeah well, that's grand!

That's settled then, huh?

Harry Maloney!

If you think that I'm going to k*ll myself
just so you can get one up on George's.

No.

No, no, you're right.

You're right.

You could pretend.

You could be k*lling yourself...

... when someone...
comes in and stops you.

But the result
would be the same.

Everyone would know
he drove you to it.

Oh, my God!

And he'd be destroyed,
wouldn't he?

Well...

... think about it anyway, huh?

I'll be outside...
if you need me.

You know, if...

If you need any help.

Gus!

Come down!

I've had enough
of this madhouse!

Let her go!
She's upset!

There's no telling
what she might do.

Don't worry,
she won't go too far.

Maeve...

I was, uh... I was thinking...
we... that is, we were having a chat.

Margaret and I.

And, um...

You want me out?

God, no,
it's not that, no.

No, it's not that.
It's just that, um...

What you see is...

I'd give you
a few bob to get you...

...get you started somewhere
else, you know? And, uh...

I'd better go and see
what's going on with that dog.

What are you doing here?

Uncle George, I was waiting for you
and the dog wouldn't let me out.

You can't come here,
it's madness.

Harry put the bad word out
on you when you were away.

I know, yeah.

He wants me to k*ll myself,
so you'll get the blame.

He what?

What?

Oh, it's all right.

Yes, it's all right.

It's all right.

No, Uncle George, I love Gus.

Oh, I know.
Gus is a lovely man.

He is.
He's a nice fellow.

He is. He's a tough lad.
He doesn't get askew.

No, he doesn't.

But this
isn't about Gus, is it?

It's about Harry, isn't it?

Damn, Harry Maloney would
be the death of all of us, won't he?

Oh, we're rightly fixed now,
George O'Flaherty.

Get out, Harry, get out!

Oh, I'm going, but I'll be back,
and I'll bring witnesses!

Open this door!

Open it up!

There's another way out.
Come on!

Do you think I'm stupid,
George O'Flaherty?

Right, I believe you had some
thoughts in the direction of suicide.

Run home Eileen, go on.

Come on, come on!

Come on, I'm not afraid of you.
I'll take your head, I'm telling you.

Now, stay away
from the place.

You're banned.

What is it?
What happened?

What happened?

Your father, he...
he attacked George.

What?

I think he might k*ll him.

Did he hurt you?

Jesus dad, what
have you done to us now?

Right, you're my witness.

You're my witness.

You saw him turn on me and beat
seven shades of shite out of me!

There's no mark on you.

You're right!

Chummy b*stard!

You're my witness.

You're my witness.

You have as much
against him as I do, huh?

He led you on and made you
a laughing stock, didn't he, huh?

Now... come here.

Come here to and
I'll tell you what you saw.

No.

I didn't see a thing.

Why do you
hate me so much?

I don't hate you, Gus.

Oh, Jesus,
I don't hate you.

Take a drop of soup, dad.

No, no, no.

Her ladyship
not be joining you.

She's upset.

That makes two of us.

Will you not let me
wash your face for you?

I'll wash my face tomorrow.

After Mass.

And the whole town will see what
your wife's boyfriend has done to me.

I beat her today.

God forgive me.

Geez, I nearly k*lled her.

She's not the one
you want to k*ll, son.

No.

Put that back.

It's Pat's g*n.

Use the shotgun.

Even you
can't miss with that.

And practice.

Don't you make any ba*ls of it.

It even smells like him.

Geez will you be careful
where you're pointing that thing.

Hurt someone.

Aye, go on!

Try again!

You need to pick
a good time and place.

Maybe... Christmas Eve.

When he's full
of ham and brandy.

And not likely
to run you a race.

And every door in Skillet is
unlocked to let in the baby Jesus.

You don't think it might be time
you washed your face now, dad?

There'll be plenty of time
for washing my face

when George O'Flaherty
is safe in hell. Now, go on!

What if I can't manage
to k*ll him outright, dad?

What if
I only cr*pple him?

Crippled for life is fine.

Actually...
you're not to k*ll him.

Crippled is better.

Yeah!

Practice aiming to cr*pple the
cabbages, not to k*ll them. Go on!

Jesus, you k*lled it!

I don't know, Mags.
I don't know.

What's going to happen to you and
me if bold Gus Maloney kills your daddy?

- Have you thought about that?
- Haven't.

Mags, your Gus
wouldn't hurt a fly.

Would he?

I'm cold.

That's because
you're frightened.

Maybe we could take
a drop of that stuff with us.

Keep us warm.

I don't want you
drunk on the job.

You have to keep
your wits about you.

Only mean a drop.

Jesus!

Here...
have some hot water.

If you're cold.

Why are you doing that?

I don't want her
sticking her oar in.

But she's fast asleep.

Don't forget, she's the
one who's started all this.

Yeah? You're the one who picked
George O'Flaherty for your enemy.

Aye,
and wasn't I right?

Don't you see that now?

Come on, come on.

For Jesus' sake.

The cup was full.

Will you come on?
Get the g*n! The g*n. Come on!

For Christ's sake!

No respect for Christmas,
that miserable heathen b*stard.

Good man, good man, go on.

Dad, what about the dog?

The dog dump
in his bed. Go on!

Get up! Get up!
Come on! Get up!

Lil b*tch!
What did you do that for?

Come on! f*ck!

Take it easy, now George!

It was an accident!
There's no need to fly off the handle!

Bloody mothering b*stards!

No!

Did I hit you?

No! Thank God!

Well, I will the next time.

We're going!

We're going! We're going!

f*ck!

We're going!

George! George!

Shh! Shh!

Hush!

Shhhhh!

Hush now! Hush! Hush!

Hush now! Hush!

I'm grand.
I'm grand. I'm grand.

I'm grand, yeah!

George?

George?

I'm coming, Mags!

Now do you see what
your fancy man is like, huh?

George didn't do this
to your Gus, did he?

Of course he did!

Oh, George bit you!

Like the mad dog he is!

Jesus, dad, would
you leave off for once?

George didn't bite me!
His dog bit me!

Well, he'll
bite no more, huh?

Oh, you k*lled him?

I... k*lled him!

Oooooh, would you
listen to the Big Baba!

Boo-hoo!

Aw, we have
to leave this house!

- Where are we going?
- Oh, I don't care! Just out of here!

So where do we go?

Gus!

Gus!

- Where are we going?
- I don't know!

Anywhere, as long
as he's not there!

I'm off now, dad!

Dad?

What are you roaring about?

Am I deaf?

I'm off now.

Well...

Don't come crying back to me
the first time you need your a*s wiped.

If only Pat were here...

He's not.

Don't I know it?

He's in the ground.

Where you put him.

You put Pat in the ground...

... and you put
Mum in after him.

Now put me in the ground.

Or Eileen.

I'll not have
that woman under my roof.

You've nothing to worry
about on that score.

Maloney!

You destroyed my favorite dog.

I want compensation.

He took a bite
out of my Gus's leg.

That'll leave him crippled
for the rest of his days.

And you want money
off me? You owe me.

You owe me.

I want paid.

Huh?

The cabbages are sold.
The money is spent.

You can't take
feathers off a frog.

I'll have the slates
off that roof for a start.

Last chance, Harry.

You gonna pay me?

Not a f*cking penny.

George O'Flaherty is stealing
the slates off my roof.

Harry,
this is the confessional.

He stole my g*n.

And now
he's stealing my roof.

Well, I expect he thinks
it's some form of restitution.

Huh?

What?

A roof costs a damn sight
more than a bloody dog.

Harry...

... remember
you're in the house of God.

At least God has a house.

Has your Bible got nothing
to say about that at all?

Well, it's a
very complicated matter.

The best thing
I could do is to...

...remember you
both in my prayers.

Do you know what, Father?

I'm not listening
to you anymore.

It's a soft day, Annie.

God... Harry Maloney.

I had the
slates off his roof.

And I'll have
that horse of his...

...down to the
knacker's yard, either.

It was him who
met me with the g*n.

What was I to do?

What in the name
of God was I to do?

I...

What is it?

Oh, George!

He's in the house.

- What?
- I know it.

He's in the house.

- What?
- Forget it.

No-no. Let me go.

- Stay here.
- George.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

There'll only be a minute.

There'll only be a minute.

Don't worry love.

Don't worry.

There'll only be a minute.
I'll be back.

George.

Jesus, you...

George!

Jesus!

George?

Jesus Christ.

Put the g*n down.

Put it down.

Please!

George?

George!

Say something.

Say anything at all.

So that's your game, is it?

You think you can give
Harry Maloney the slip that easy?

You will never get away
from me, George O'Flaherty.

Your children and your
great-grandchildren will know what it's like

to live under the shadow
of my branches.

I'm going nowhere, George.

When you open your eyes...

... I'll be there.

Come on now.

Come on.

Are you alright, Harry?

Are you alright?

The heart in flight comes from its lair

Spreads out its wings and takes to the air

The heart in flight loves all it sees

And finds its twin on the salty breeze

For the eye will hear

And the ear will see

There's no sense to be made

Of life short's spree

But there's one thing sure

Whether coming or going

It's a hard old voyage

Made on your own