All language subtitles for Brooklyn.2015.BDRip.MVO.Eng_by_LBS_Eng

(PRIEST PRAYING IN LATIN)

(YAWNING)

Miss Kelly, might
I talk to you later?

Not if what you're
going to say

will cause trouble for me
in some way or another.

(SIGHS)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

9:00 mass is over, girls.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Now.
MAN: Thank you.

EILIS: One moment, please.
Excuse me.

WOMAN: And some rashers.
and some cheese.

(BELL JINGLING)

Mrs. Brady, what would
you like this morning?

Half a dozen
rashers, please.
Of course.

Eilis will get that
for you now.

I was next.

And you still are.

Yes?
I need some shoe polish.

Shoe polish?

That's not really
a Sunday item, now, is it?

These people need things
for their dinner or their tea.

Why couldn't you have
remembered yesterday?

Because it looks like
you needed it yesterday.

I'm sorry.

(MISS KELLY LOCKS DOOR)

Miss Kelly. . .

I hadn't forgotten.
Spit it out, whatever it is.

I'm away to America.

Whose idea was that?

Father Flood in
New York arranged it.

Rose used
to play golf with him.

He sponsored me.

And he found me a job
and got me a visa.

Well, we won't be
needing you back here.

I could work
every Sunday till I go.

No, thank you.

Your poor sister.

My sister?

Well, mothers are always

being left behind
in this country.

But Rose,

that's the end for
her now, isn't it?

She'll be looking
after your mother

for the rest of her life.

I wish I'd written to
Father Flood about you, Rose.

Me? I have a job.

You had a couple
of hours on a Sunday

working for Nettles Kelly.

You shouldn't call her that.

I think it's quite
a kind name.

Considering she's actually
a terrible old witch.

Well, I don't want to
talk about her anymore.

Good.

They say it's hotter
there in the summer

and colder in the winter.

What in heaven's name
will she do about clothes?

She'll buy them, Mother.

She doesn't want to be
wasting her money on clothes.

She won't have much choice.
She'll be there for. . .

(LAUGHS)

You look beautiful, Nancy.

Thank you.

You look so beautiful.

It makes me despair
of this place.

(LAUGHS) Why?

Well, you're the prettiest
girl in County Wexford.

You should be able
to choose any man you want

and we're hoping
that George Sheridan

from the rugby club
looks your way.

Do you think he might?

Of course he will.

I know you like him, Nancy,

but he's not
Gary Cooper, is he?

And those boys
with their hair oil

and their blazers.

He has beautiful eyes.
Mmm. . .

And he's going
to come into

a beautiful shop
in the market square.

Why didn't you wear
your blue dress?

Are you asking why I didn't
make more of an effort?

I suppose
'cause I'm going away.

Mind, now.
(BOTH LAUGHING)

Come on.

(IRISH MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BOYS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

He's looked over here
twice already.

He hasn't!

He's walking over here now.

He's not!

Why would I keep lying to you

about what
George Sheridan's doing?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Would you like to dance?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

ROSE: Is that really
everything you own?

Oh, Eilis.

I should have
looked after you better.

You've bought most of
the clothes in this case.

That's one of
the reasons I'm going,

'cause I can't buy my own.

If it was just that,

I'd spend every penny
I had on you.

Gladly.

But I can't buy
you a future.

I can't buy you
the kind of life you need.

I know.

But you'll come see
me there one day?

Yes.

And you'll look
after yourself?

You don't have
to worry about me.

And I'll come home
to visit, won't I?

'Cause I couldn't
bear it if. . .

You haven't packed
your shoes yet.

They'll take up
a bit of room.

There.

(HORN BLOWING)

Oh !

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

Off.

Number one, bottom bunk,
that's mine.

You're on the top.

This is hell.

Never again.

Never again to America?

The mistake was coming home

from America
in the first place.

I'd do anything to get out
of this horrible cabin.

Let's go for a smoke.

I don't.

Suit yourself.
I'll see you later.

Unless I find a nice man
in First to smoke with.

It's good to see that

not everybody's
put off their dinner
by the weather forecast.

It's supposed to be
a rough one tonight,

so none of the other
passengers are eating.

A few spoonfuls
of soup maybe,

but not the mutton stew.

Please unlock it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

GIRL: Go away! (RETCHES)

(VOMITS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

EILIS: I'm sorry
about the smell.

And the bucket.

Don't worry.
The whole boat stinks.

Even First Class.

I've just been thrown
out of there, by the way.

The bathroom door
was locked all night.

Oh, those bastards.

There. Won't be
very comfortable,

but at least it's ours.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

GIRL: Open the door.
Feck off.

Open the door right now.
Do you hear me? Fuck off.

If you'd been nice last night,
we would have played fair.

Now you've got no toilet.
Get out of the bathroom.

You bastards.

(LAUGHS)

Go on, you can use it.

I'm going to
get us some water.

That's all you're allowed.

(DOOR CLOSES)

GEORGINA: Are you
going to live in America?

EILIS: Yes.

GEORGINA: You have
papers and everything?

EILIS: Yes. And a job.

How'd you manage
to arrange all that?

I didn't.
Someone did it for me.

A priest my sister knows.

And how do you
feel about it?

How long do letters
from Ireland take to arrive?

My sister Rose said
she'd write straightaway.

They take a long time
at first.

And then no time at all.

You have family in America?
Friends?

No.

You'll meet people
easily enough.

Where are you gonna live?
Brooklyn?

How'd you know that?
Lucky guess.

Try to remember that sometimes
it's nice to talk to people

who don't know your auntie.

That's what it's like?

That's what it's like.

I haven't been
sick for hours.

Nice, isn't it?

I'm very hungry.

That's why you haven't
been sick for hours.

We'll eat tomorrow.

Or the day after.

Oh, dear. We're gonna have
to do something with you.

They'll put you in
quarantine or something

if you try and enter
the country looking like that.

Nothing fancy.
You mustn't
look like a tart.

Oh, well, looking like a tart
isn't going to be a problem.

This doesn't look too bad.

My sister gave me that.

Wear it with this

and. . .

. . .this.

GUARD: (SHOUTS) Have your
bags ready for inspection.

GEORGINA: Don't look
too innocent, though.

I'll put some rouge
and mascara on you.

Perhaps a little eye liner.

OFFICIAL: Step out
of the line, please.

Thank you.
Next, please. Thank you.

Step over this way, please.
Get out of the line.

Next. Passport, please.

GEORGINA: Stand up straight.

Polish your shoes.

And don't cough,
whatever you do.

GUARD: Over this way.

GEORGINA:
Don't be rude or pushy,

but don't look too nervous.

GUARD: Step this way.

GEORGINA:
Think like an American.

You have to know
where you're going.

Welcome to
the United States, ma'am.

Through the blue door, please.

Next, please.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

MRS. KEHOE: Bless us, oh Lord,

and these thy gifts
which we are

about to receive
from thy bounty

through Christ our Lord, amen.

Amen.

I saw you had
a letter today, Diana.

Any news?

Mr. de Valera's
had another operation

on his eyes, she says.
He's been in Holland.

I don't want news
I can read in a newspaper.

Anyway, we would describe
Mr. de Valera as politics,

would we not, Mrs. Kehoe?

And we do not like politics
at the dinner table.

We don't.

It's not politics
to talk about eye operations.

It is if the eyes
belong to a politician.

And I don't like to talk about
hospitals very much either.

Patty, did you have any luck
with that cold cream?

No, Mrs. Kehoe. I asked
Miss Tyler in Cosmetics.

And I showed her
the advertisement.

I don't want to have to travel
all the way into Manhattan

just for a jar of cold cream.

Maybe you could have a look
in Bartocci's for me, Eilis?

Yes, Mrs. Kehoe.

Oh, Bartocci's
is bound to have it.

She doesn't know that
for sure, Mrs. Kehoe.

She's only saying
that Bartocci's

is a better store
than Webster's

to get at Patty.

They're both very good

and you girls are very lucky
to be working there.

Eilis, from the look of you,
you have greasy skin.

Is that right?
What do you do about that?

Just. . . Well, I wash it,
Mrs. Kehoe, with soap.

There's nothing
wrong with soap.

Soap was good enough
for Our Lord, I expect.

Oh, and which brand
did he use, Miss McAdam?

Does the Bible tell you that?

Our Lord was a man, anyway.

He didn't care
about greasy skin.

(CHUCKLES)
Ladies, no more talk about

Our Lord's complexion
at dinner, please.

The girls will help you find
something suitable, Eilis.

Won't you, girls?
BOTH: Mmm-hmm.

(DINGS)

Hi.

Good morning.

Did you go out last night?

Out, the opposite of in.

No.

Well, I saw a movie
with my boyfriend.

"What did you see, Dorothy?"

"I saw The Quiet Man, Eilis.
They filmed it in Ireland."

"Oh, I'm from Ireland."

"I know you are.
That's why I thought

"you might be interested."

Thank you.

(AIR HISSING)

Shouldn't be a moment.

Is it still hot out there?

I haven't been outside
since this morning.

But I can tell
that it might be very.

It just looks it.

It's warm, yes.

(DINGS)
(AIR HISSING)

Thanks very much.

Remember,
if people like it here,

they'll come back,

so you treat every customer
as if she's a new friend.

I'll try.
It's not a matter of trying.

It's what you have to do.

Do you try to wear
panties every day?

No. I mean,
I don't. . . I don't try.

I just put them on.

You see what I'm saying?

Yes.

Good.

CUSTOMER: Can we get another
side of toast, please?

MAN: Slice up some hot dogs.

They want 'em
sliced down the middle.

(BE COOL AKA KEEP COOL
PLAYING)

Sorry. Could I have
the bill, please?

I hope that when I go
through the Pearly Gates,

the first sound I hear
is you asking me for the check

in that lovely Irish brogue.

(SIGHS)

PATTY: Diana?

Have they told you a date
for the nylon sale yet, Eilis?

Never had a Bartocci's girl
living here.

Might get some
inside information.

I haven't been
told anything.

I bet you wouldn't
let on if you had.

She's that sort.

More loyal to her bosses
than to her friends.

Like a Red spy.

Oh, dear God.

I'll thank you
to keep His name

out of a conversation
about nylons.

He might be everywhere,
but he's certainly

not in Bartocci's on sale day.

Sorry, Mrs. Kehoe.

I was glad to see
you finally got

some letters
from home today, Eilis.

Did I? I forgot to check.

They'll still be there
after dinner.

Sorry.

ROSE: Dear Eilis.

It's hard for me to believe

that you're reading
this in America,

thousands of miles
across the sea.

The big news here
is that since you left,

Mammy has stopped shopping
at Nettles Kelly's.

As you know,
her bread wasn't
always fresh

and she overcharged
for everything...

(SNIFFLES)
And she's awful.

MARY: I haven't
told her to her face.

There's no need.

She knows that she overcharges
and her bread's not fresh.

ROSE: We talk about you
every evening, of course.

We want to know everything.

I'm sure you're busy,

but even if your letters
were 200 pages,

they wouldn't be long enough
for your mother.

(SOBBING)

Take care of yourself. Love.

Is it your time
of the month?

So what is it?

Take some time off now.
Go and sit in the staff room.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm so sorry, Eilis.
This is all my fault.

I was led to believe

that you didn't need
looking after.

Franco Bartocci says
you're doing great here.

Ma Kehoe says you're the
nicest lodger she's ever had.

What?

"Ma Kehoe"?

Don't ever call her
that to her face.

(CHUCKLES)

I'd forgotten
just how bad it feels

to be away from home.

I've enrolled you
in a night class,

for book-keeping.
Brooklyn College.

It'll be three nights a week

and I've paid your tuition
for the first semester.

Why?

Why? Not thank you?

Sorry. Thank you. But why?

Well, I was amazed
that someone as clever as you

couldn't find proper
work at home.

I've been here too long.

I forget what
it's like in Ireland.

So when your sister
wrote to me about you,

I said the Church
would try to help.

Anyway, we need
Irish girls in Brooklyn.

I wish that
I could stop feeling

that I want to be
an Irish girl in Ireland.

All I can say
is that it will pass.

Homesickness is like
most sicknesses.

It'll make you feel wretched

and then it'll move on
to somebody else.

Now, Taylor v.
Standard Gas Company

is one of the most important
corporate cases

decided in the Supreme Court
in the last 20 years.

This was the case responsible
for the Deep Rock Doctrine,

so it's maybe
the biggest milestone

in parent-subsidiary law.

In public utility
integration proceedings alone,

literally thousands
of investors

may be affected
by its application.

(BELL RINGING)

Did you understand
any of that?

I mean, a single word?

(CHUCKLES)

He's not even
reading from a book.

He just knows all this.

Well, let's hope
the next hour's easier, huh?

One of the things that ruins

Christmas in America
is the turkey.

It all tastes of sawdust.

So that's one cheese
sandwich for Miss McAdam

and extra turkey
for everyone else.

(LAUGHING)

Ladies, please.

(SNORTS)

Eilis, Father Flood told me
about your Christmas plans.

Oh, you're not serving lunch
to the old fellas

who've nowhere
to go, are you?

He asks us every year.
We always say no.

Eilis, you're a saint.
They smell awful.

PATTY: Sheila knows
how they smell

because that's where
she goes husband hunting.

(LAUGHING)

It's a marvelous thing
you're doing, Eilis.

A Christian thing.

I wish there were
more like you.

WOMAN: In you come.

How many are we expecting?

We had a hundred last year.
There may be more this.

EILIS: Are they all Irish?

FATHER FLOOD: All Irish.

Why don't they go home?

If there's nothing there

for clever young girls
such as yourself,

there's gonna be even less
for men like these.

Some of them have
been here 50 years.

They've lost touch
with everyone.

Lovely. Thank you.

Merry Christmas.
Thank you.

These are the men
who built the tunnels,

the bridges, the highways.

God alone knows
what they live on now.

(IRISH MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Anyway. . .

(WHISTLES)

I don't want to
interrupt proceedings,

but I'm sure you'd all like
to show your appreciation

to all the ladies here
for their hard day's work.

And by way of a thank you,

we have a great singer
in the room with us today.

Frankie.
(ALL APPLAUDING)

(SINGING IN GAELIC)

(INAUDIBLE)

Mind yourself, there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Would you like to come
into the front room

for a glass of something?

You've earned it.

You survived.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Ah. . .

It wasn't so bad.
(CHUCKLES)

Happy Christmas.

Cheers.

(CLINKING)

Now, Miss McAdam
is leaving us.

She's going to live
with her sister in Manhattan.

She has the best room
in the house,

the basement,

and it has its own entrance.

Now, I can only let

a certain kind
of girl stay there.

Oh, and I'm not talking
about looks here.

Although I will admit,
God did give

Miss McAdam an advantage
when I had to think about

who I could trust
to live down there.

No, no, you're
a pretty girl, Eilis,

but you're sensible.

So, you're having
the room and that's that.

Will the other
girls not mind?

Oh, I expect so.

What don't they mind?

Girls, you'll take
Dolores to the dance

with you on Saturday night,
won't you?

There's a dance?

MRS. KEHOE:
At the parish hall.

There'll be no alcohol,
but you can have fun
without it.

Um. . . Patty and I
aren't going this week.

We're going to see
a movie instead.

Well, I'm sure Dolores would
enjoy a movie just as well.

I would, very much.

There are so
many more movies

here in New York
than in Cavan.

Yes, surprising, isn't it?

You'd think
it'd be the other way round.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Of course,
you would be welcome

to join us, Dolores.

So long as you don't mind
being a gooseberry.

So you both miraculously
found boyfriends

over the last couple
of days, did you?

Well, I hope
you have more luck

with these than you did
with the last few.

Will you be going, Eilis?

Yes, Mrs. Kehoe.

Well, you can
take Dolores, then.

Of course.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

God. There's nobody here.

How are we supposed
to get a fella

if there's nobody here?

I expect most people
will come after 9:00.

People or fellas?

Some of the people
will be fellas.

I'd love to meet a fella.

(DOOR OPENS)

DOLORES: They came. The liars.

What a pair of bitches.

That's what the old
woman called them.

She said
they were all bitches.

Apart from you.

Well, hello.

Hello. It's good to see you.
(MUSIC STOPS)

I can see why.
(APPLAUSE)

(CHUCKLES)

Come with us.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

There. That's better.

Now you don't look like
you came in

from milking the cows.

Is that what I looked like?

Just a bit.

Nice, clean cows.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

YOUNG MAN: One, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Not bad.

Two. . . (CONTINUES COUNTING)

(DIANA LAUGHING)

Maybe we can
have a dance later.

I'm sorry?

A dance, later.

Oh. Sure.

Would you like to dance?

Are you here with that guy,

the one who was
teaching you to dance?

No.

So would you dance with me?

I'm not sure
he taught me anything.

Doesn't matter.

Secret is to look as though
you know what you're doing.

I wish someone
had told me that years ago.

Come on.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Where do you live?

Clinton Street.

Yeah?

That's on my way home.

Can I walk you?

I'm going to say yes

and then I'm going
to tell you why.

So I don't get
the wrong idea?

I suppose so.

Is there a girl
in a white shirt

sitting on her
own over there?

You don't know her?

(CHUCKLES) I do.

She lives in my boarding
house and she's awful.

If I leave with you,
I'm sure she'd understand.

You'd be rescuing me.

I get it.

I'm not Irish.

You don't sound Irish.

I need to make this clear.
(CAR HORN HONKING)

No part of me is Irish.

I don't have Irish parents
or grandparents or anything.

I'm Italian. Well,
my parents are, anyway.

So what were you doing
at an Irish dance?

Don't the Italians
have dances?

Yeah, and I wouldn't
wanna take you to one.

They behave
like Italians all night.

What does that mean?

Oh, you know.

No.

Hands.

Too many of them?

I guess it could seem that way
if you was a girl. Listen. . .

I want everything
out in the open.

I came to the Irish dance. . .

because I really
like Irish girls.

And I was the only one
who would dance with you?

Oh, no, it wasn't. . .

Oh, so you danced
with loads of others?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

EILIS: This is me.

Can I take you next week,

maybe get something
to eat first?

That'd be nice.

Good night.

(GATE CREAKS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

So. . .

What do you do
when you're not working?

Well, there's school.

Just, you know,
Brooklyn College.

I'm studying book-keeping.

You wanna be a book-keeper?

Well, I want to be
an accountant one day,

but, yes,
book-keeping first.

Wow.

Mmm.

Is that difficult?

I'm talking too much.
Tell me about plumbing.

You know enough
about plumbing already.

I don't know anything.

You know that taps drip
and that toilets get blocked

and that's all
you need to know.

I mean, I don't know anything
about book-keeping.

Well, there's a lot to it.

There's all the maths,
of course,

but that's not
so complicated.

The double-entry system,

that takes a while
to get used to.

And we study company law too
and that terrifies me.

So we had to read about
an insurance company

that went bankrupt
in the 1 930s

and all the legal issues
that went along with that.

She plays golf
and she's really good at it

and if she'd been at
the dance last Saturday,

then I don't think you'd
have looked at me twice

because Rose is beautiful.

I'm worried.
You haven't
eaten anything.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Too busy talking.

What is the matter
with you girls now?

Nothing is the matter
with us, Mrs. Kehoe.

Is this all because Eilis
has found herself a young man?

Eilis has a young man?

We didn't know.

She won't
say anything about it.

And why should she
to you awful gossipmongers?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Anyway, I met him
on Saturday night

when he called for Eilis,

and he's a gentleman.

Will you tell us what you
know about him, Mrs. Kehoe?

We know he's
quite nice-looking.

Didn't like his shoes much.

What on Earth
is wrong with his shoes?

They were a funny color.
(BOTH LAUGH)

I'll tell you this much.

I'm going to ask Father Flood

to preach a sermon
on the dangers of giddiness.

I see now that giddiness
is the eighth deadly sin.

A giddy girl
is every bit as evil

as a slothful man,

and the noise she makes
is a lot worse.
(SNORTING)

Now, enough.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

All I wanna do
is travel home with you.

No food, no drink,
no nothing.

I know you gotta study
and get some sleep.

I'll take you to your house
and say good night.

Otherwise,
it's too long to wait.

I wanna ask you something
and you're gonna say,

"Oh, it's too soon.

"I don't really
know him well enough.

"We only been out
a couple of times."

Oh, it's nothing so bad.

It's just something
that most guys, they. . .

Please just ask.

You're beginning
to terrify me.

Oh. . .

Sure. Will you come for dinner
and meet my family sometime?

That's it?

I'd love to.

You like Italian food?

Don't know.
I've never eaten it.

It's the best food
in the world.

Well, why would
I not like it?

You're in
a good mood, huh?

Yes. Why?

It's just. . .
I like how you're being.

I don't know the word,

when you go along
with everything.

Amenable.
Yeah? Amenable?

Okay, so while you're
being amenable,

can we go see
a movie this week

when you're not
in night class?

I'll sign up for two movies.

Really?

Yes.

Even if the first date
is a disaster,

I'll give it another chance.

(SIGHS HAPPILY)

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

CONDUCTOR:
Parkway's next stop.

Parkway's next.

(AIR HISSING)

EILIS: It certainly
feels like it,

but this is my first year,
so I don't know how to judge.

Well, congratulations.

You've survived
your first New York winter.

Ah. Wasn't so bad.

Really?
It's colder in Ireland?

Oh, no, it's colder here.

(CHUCKLES)

(MACHINE DINGS)
Over here that's how

we judge the winter,
on how cold it is.

But you have heating,
heating everywhere.

You're only cold outside.

I guess that's true.

Thank you for your help.

Have a good day.

Eilis.

You're like
a different person.

How did you do it?

Maybe I can
pass some advice on

to the next poor girl
who feels that way.

I met somebody.
An Italian fella.

Oh, no.
I'm not passing that on.

I'd rather have them
homesick than heartbroken.

Does he talk about
baseball all the time?

Or his mother?
No.

Then keep him.
There isn't another

Italian man like
him in New York.

Hold it.

Now, remember
you're getting off easy

because we haven't got sauce.

Yeah, you have
to remember

that the sauce
flies everywhere,

so take it slowly.

I'm gonna say "splash"
any time I see problems.

Good idea.

Can I start now?

Yeah.
Go.

Splash !

(SIGHS)

You just splashed his mother,
his father, and the walls.

Let's go again.

EILIS: Dear Rose.

I suppose the most
important news

is that I have a boyfriend.

He isn't as important
as Bartocci's

and my night classes,
I know that,

but I want to tell you
everything that's going on.

Please don't mention it
to Mammy, though.

You know what she's like.

He's decent and kind,

and he has a job
and he works hard.

We go to the cinema
on Wednesdays

and he takes me to Father
Flood's dance on Saturdays.

I think of you and Mother
every single day,

but Tony has helped me to
feel that I have a life here

I didn't have
before I met him.

My body was here,

(SOBBING)
but my life was back

in Ireland with you.

Now it's halfway
across the sea.

So that's something, isn't it?

Oh, and I'd better warn
you about Frankie.

He's the little one?
Yeah, he's eight
going on 1 8.

I mean, he's nice
and he's smart,

but he's been talking

and he's talking about
all the things

he's gonna say to you.

What sort of things?
We don't know.

It could be anything.

I mean, I tried
to pay him money

to go out and play ball
with his friends

and my dad,
he threatened him,

but I think
he's looking forward

to causing trouble,

so much so he'll
happily take a beating.

This is us here.

You ready?

Hey, how did you learn
to eat spaghetti like that?

I've been taking lessons.

Lessons? Like in a class?

You can do that?
Maybe I could teach it.

No, no, Diana, who lives
in the boarding house with me

cooked me some spaghetti

and made me try and eat it
without making a mess.

So what do you eat in Ireland?
Just Irish stew?

Not just. We eat. . .

So, first of all,
I should say

that we don't like
Irish people.

MR. FIORELLO: Hey, watch it.
MRS. FIORELLO: Frankie.

What? We don't.
That is a well-known fact.

Why, Frankie?

'Cause a big gang of Irish
beat Maurizio up

and he had to get stitches,

and because all the cops
around here are Irish

nobody did
anything about it.

There's probably
two sides to it.

I might have said
something I shouldn't.

You know,
I can't remember now.

No, because
they beat you up.

Anyway, they probably
weren't all Irish.

No, they just had
red hair and big legs.

All right, up.

Ow!
Excuse us.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

All I can say
in his defense is

he's the only one of us

who'll get
a college education.

If he can keep
his mouth shut.

So, Tony tells me
you go to college.

Oh, just night classes.
I want to be a book-keeper.

I like working
in the shop well enough,

but I don't want
to be there forever.

I'm sorry, Eilis.
I'm an idiot.

I'm a rude idiot.

(ALL LAUGHING)

So has Tony offered
to take you to Ebbets Field

when the season starts?

You like baseball?

He never mentioned
the Dodgers?

Not even once?

MR. FIORELLO: Tony,
what's the matter with you?

You wanna know why?
Too much of this.
(MIMICS KISSING)

Anyway, you'll have
to go to Ebbets Field

if you wanna see him
in the summer.

They're that
important to you?

Put it this way,
if our kids end up

supporting the Yankees
or the Giants,

it'd break my heart.

MAURIZIO: Mine too.

She's not laughing, Tony.
Think it's too late.

She's a Yanks fan.

(ALL PROTESTING)

What are you talking about?
What's wrong with you?

She's a Yanks fan.

I love you.

I. . .

Thank you for the evening.
It was lovely.

Oh ! Sorry.

I'd finished.

Sheila, can I
ask you something?

Why aren't you married?

Because my husband
met somebody else

and left me.

Oh. . .

I'm sorry.

And, well, would you
get married again?

Has somebody asked you?

No.

Not really.

I won't ask what that means.

Would I get married again?

No, I wanna be waiting

outside the bathroom
of my boarding house forever.

Of course I do.

That's why I go to that
wretched dance every week.

I want to be waiting
outside my own bathroom

while some bad-tempered fella

with hair growing out
of his ears

reads the newspaper
on the toilet.

Then I'll wish I was back
here talking to you.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

TONY: Eilis!

I'm sorry.

I didn't think
you were coming.

Yeah, I know. I thought
you were gonna think that.

That's why I wanted to be
here no matter what.

I need to say
something to you.

Can you. . . Can we just
talk about something else

until we get
to Mrs. Kehoe's?

It's not. . .
Please.

So. . .

Ten minutes before
I'm supposed to meet you

and I'm standing
ankle-deep in sewage

that's pouring through
this old lady's ceiling.

Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

Even if you're thinking of
inviting me in for a coffee,

I'd have to say no
for your sake.

So how did you fix it
in 1 0 minutes?

I didn't. I spent
the whole 1 0 minutes

explaining to the lady

I had to be somewhere
and I'd be back,

and she don't
wanna let me go.

So the sewage
is still pouring
through the ceiling?

Oh. . .
(LAUGHS)

Well, what's the difference

between six inches
of sewage and a foot?

Will you let me say
what I want to say?

I don't think you'll mind.

Okay.

You remember that after
I had dinner at your house,

you told me you loved me?

Well, I didn't really
know what to say.

But I know what to say now.

I have thought about you,

and I like you.

And I like being with you.

And. . .

maybe I feel the same way.

So the next time
you tell me you love me,

if there is a next time. . .

I'll say I love you too.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Holy shit.

Excuse my language,
but I thought

we were having
a different kind of talk.

Can I go home now?

You love me?

Yes, but don't ask me
anything else,

and don't talk about our kids
being Dodgers fans.

What, you want kids
who like the Yankees?

Tony, please, don't push me.
All right. I'm sorry.

ROSE: Dear Eilis.
Thank you so much

for the nylons.

The Bartocci wrapping paper
makes them look so glamorous.

It seems everything
is so exciting

and new compared to here.

I can't wait for you
to show it all to me one day.

Oh, Eilis,

you know I'm by your side,
even when I'm not.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

Well. . .

You're marvelous,
that's all I have to say.

It looks to me as if

you didn't just pass
those exams.

No. You flew through them.

I can't remember
the last time

anyone came in here
with good news.

I've saved some money.

I'll be able to pay
for next year's tuition

and pay you back
for last year.

One of my parishioners paid.

He needed to do
something for mankind

and I won't tell you why.

He's not out of
the woods yet either,

so he can cough up
for next year, too.

I'd love to know
what sort of woods he's in.

Yes, I'm sure you would,
but you won't hear it from me.

(CHUCKLES)

Qualifications
and a boyfriend, Eilis.

You're not
the miserable young girl

who wanted to go home
last winter.

It seems like years ago.

Now, I think
this is the first time

any girl of mine

has ever passed an exam
while living here.

Have you told
Tony yet, Eilis?

Of course.

And is he taking you
out to celebrate?

We're going to Coney Island
at the weekend.

Oh, boy.

What does that mean?

Do you have
a bathing costume?

No, I was going to. . .

Do you have sunglasses?

No.
You need sunglasses.

I read that if you don't have
them on the beach this year,

people'll talk about you.

And what exactly
will they say, Sheila?

That's the thing,
Mrs. Kehoe.

You'd never know

'cause they'd never
say it to your face.

Oh, dear God.
Diana's right, though, Eilis.

You need to think carefully
about your costume.

It's the most Tony will
ever have seen of you

and you don't want
to put him off.

You'll have to shave
down there.

I'll give you a razor
that'll do the trick.

You're all right there
for the moment.

And most Italian men
appreciate a fuller figure.

But watch yourself
over the summer.

Black's too dark
for your pale skin.

Let's see you in the green.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ZING A LITTLE ZONG PLAYING)

Why didn't you tell me

to put my costume on
underneath my clothes?

I thought you'd know.

Right, I'm ready.

(WHISTLES)

Tony.

What?

Come on.

EILIS: Dear Rose.
Thank you for your letter.

I was happy to hear
about your golf tournament.

You must have been
really pleased.

I still miss you and Mother
and think about you every day,

but I think I can say that

for the first time
since I've been in America

I'm really happy.

This has a lot
to do with Tony.

At the weekend he took me
to see the Brooklyn Dodgers,

the baseball team he loves.

They lost, so he was annoyed.

But I've also started
to look for office work too.

I had an interview this
week at a textile firm

here in Brooklyn.

Rose.

EILIS: Who'd have thought
there would be

two book-keepers
in the family?

Rose.

EILIS: I'll soon
be able to afford

to come home
and see you and Mammy.

Rose?

Rose.

Oh, my God.

(SOBS)

Rose! Oh, Rose!

(CRYING)

One moment.

It was sudden.

I think perhaps she was ill,
and she knew she was ill,

and she didn't tell anybody.

What'll happen?

What can happen?

When will they bury her?

Tomorrow.

Without me?

Without you.

You're too far away, Eilis.

Why did I ever come here?

Rose wanted
a better life for you.

She loved how well
you were doing.

But I'll never see her again.

That's right,
isn't it, Father?

I'll never see her again.

You know
that I think you will.

And that she'll be
watching over you

every day for
the rest of your life.

(GASPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Mammy?

(INDISTINCT)

I can't really hear you.

Well, the rain
held off anyway.

And the whole
of her golf club came,

every single one of them.

We had a real
houseful afterwards.

Are you still there?

Yes.

People really
loved her, Eilis.

Her friends from work,
the neighbors, everybody.

Nobody knew what
to say to me.

When your daddy died,
I said to myself

that I shouldn't
grieve too much

because I had the two of you.

And then when
you went to America,

I told myself the same thing
because she was here with me.

But everyone's gone, Eilis.
I have nobody.

(SOBBING)

I can't bear it, Tony.

You wanna go home, I guess.

How would it be for you
if I did go home?

I'd be afraid

every single day.

Afraid that I wouldn't
come back?

Yeah.

But home is home.

I'm not sure
I have a home anymore.

You're not going
to work tomorrow, are you?

After the Mass,
can I take you somewhere?

TONY: This is it.

We're gonna build
five houses here if we can

and Mom and Dad,
they're gonna have one

'cause Ma always wanted
a house with a backyard.

We'll sell three.

And the other one,
my brothers,

they asked me if I wanted it

and I said that I did.

So I guess what I'm saying is,

you wanna live out here
on Long Island?

I mean, I know it doesn't
look like much right now,

but all the land around here
has been sold,

so we wouldn't be on our own,

and there'd be
telephone cables

and electricity, everything.

We're gonna set up a company.

A building company,
the three of us.

And I'm gonna do
the plumbing

and Laurence'll
do the carpentry and. . .

Don't go all quiet on me.

At least tell me
you'll think about it.

I don't need
to think about it.

(SIGHS)

It's just for a month or so.

I know it'd make her
feel a little better.

Will you marry me
before you leave?

You don't trust me
to come back?

Marry me.

We don't have
to tell anybody.

We just do it quickly,
just keep it between us.

Why do you want to do it?

Because if we don't,
I'm gonna go crazy.

Would a promise
not be the same?

If you can promise,
you can easily do this.

So this is it.
This is where you live.

(WHISPERING) Yes, and
if you make one tiny noise,

she'll evict me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BELT BUCKLE JANGLING)

(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(TONY GRUNTING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

There's no point
in worrying now.

Stay with me.

TONY: You wanna play?

BOY: Yeah, sure.
TONY: All right, here we go.

One bat coming up, huh?

I'll take that. All right,
you ready? Hands up.

Yeah.
All right.

Boom. Oh ! Right down
the third base line.

MAN: Is he annoying you?

'Cause he was annoying me.
No, no, no, no.

I got a brother
the exact same age.

Hey, are you Irish?

Is it so obvious?

I'm just about
to marry an Irish girl,

so I guess
I notice it more.

There are a lot
of you in Brooklyn.

Sometimes
it seems as though

there can't be
anybody left at home.

Where's your girl from?

TONY: Enniscorthy
in County Wexford.

MAN: My wife has family there.

Hey, Eilis.
Come here a sec.

OFFICIAL: Anthony Fiorello
and Eilis Lacey.

MAN: Good luck.

TONY: Thank you.

Come on, come over here.
Come on.

Will we ever tell our
children we did this?

Maybe we'll save it
for some anniversary.

I wonder what
they'll think of it.

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Nancy.
You look so glamorous.

I told you so.

I'm so sorry about Rose.

Thank you.

How are you?

No.

I knew, but I wanted
to let Nancy tell you herself.

I'm so glad you can
come to the wedding.

Can I?

Your mother accepted
the invitation on your behalf.

When is it?

The 27th of August.

Will you come out
with George and me
tomorrow night?

Annette wants
to see you, too.

Oh, I don't mind.
I'll have to find you a key.

I don't want you
getting me out of bed.

We all want to hear
what life in New York is like.

I'll try and think
of something to say.

I'm booked to go back
to New York on the 21 st.

Well, you can wait
an extra week

to see your
best friend married.

I can't believe I'm married
to someone you'll never know.

But you'd like him.

I know you would.

He's sweet.

And he's funny.

And he's got these
wonderful eyes that. . .

(SIGHING)

(SNIFFLES) I wish
everything were different.

So, now,
Mrs. O'Toole from Cush.

Do we really
have to do this?

Getting a letter
of condolence

isn't like getting
a birthday present, is it?

What if
Mrs. O'Toole from Cush

writes back to thank you
for your thank you?

Then I'll thank her.

And you'd be happy to spend

the rest of your
life like that?

It's not as if
I've anything else to do

or anybody else to talk to.

It might as well be
Mrs. O'Toole from Cush.

What do you want me to say?

(CAR HORN HONKING)

That'll be Nancy and Annette.

Off you go.

Enjoy yourself.

Eilis, this
is Jim Farrell.

It's a great pleasure
to meet you.

We could try
the Connaught Hotel bar.

There may be
a few of the fellas

from the rugby club there.

GEORGE: Okay.

Do you have to be
with other fellas

from the rugby club
all the time?

No.

(CHUCKLES)

But Nancy told us we wouldn't
be allowed to talk to you

'cause you have too much
to say to each other,

so we're just looking
for company.

Oh, well.

Do you not like the fellas
from the rugby club, Eilis?

I don't particularly, George.

When I first
went to America,

I missed every single thing
about Enniscorthy except one.

We're not all the same.

You all look the same.

It's the blazer
and the hair oil.

(LAUGHING)

Nancy.

Where's Annette?
And why has he come?

He's very nice,
so don't be too hard on him.

Is this the same
Jim Farrell

that was engaged
to Cathleen Cassidy?

What happened to her?
He broke it off.

He didn't think
she was serious about him.

He was very upset for a while,
but he's over her now.

Nancy, I'm. . .
I'm going back.

But you can have a bit of fun
while you're here, can't you?

Come on, George.

How's your mother?

She's. . .
Well, she's sad.

She's got much older
very quickly.

It was a terrible thing.

We all went
to the funeral Mass,

Mother and Father and myself.

I didn't know that.

My mother played
golf with her, you know.

She was very fond of her.

It was. . .

It was the saddest
thing to happen

in the town
that I can remember.

Thank you.

NANCY: Come on, you two.

And what about
the skyscrapers?

Ah, but that's Manhattan.

I live in Brooklyn
and I work in Brooklyn,

and if I go out,
I go out in Brooklyn.

All the skyscrapers
are across the river.

NANCY: You don't make
it sound very glamorous.

EILIS: It's not, really.

NANCY: Not even,
what do you call it,

the department store
where you work?

Oh, Bartocci's?
Well, it sells
lovely things.

But I can't afford
many of them

and I don't like
the work, so. . .

What would you like to do?

I want to do what Rose did.

I want to work in an office
and deal with numbers.

Well, you should
call in at Davis's.

They haven't managed
to replace Rose, you know.

I'll be going back to New York
straight after the wedding.

But you might want to earn

a little money
in the meantime.

I'm sure they'd be
glad to have you.

You just want her to stay.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm only thinking of Eilis.

Do you hear that, Eilis?
He's only thinking of you.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

GEORGE: That's it, that's it.

Remember, Mrs. Grogan
didn't notice a thing.

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

NANCY: Good night.
EILIS: Good night.

GEORGE: See you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

How was your evening?

It was very nice, thank you.

Was that Jim Farrell
I saw in the car with them?

It was.

His parents are
moving, you know.

They're retiring
to the country.

He'll be in that
big house on his own.

Is that right?

Hmm.

He's a catch for someone.

Good night, Mammy.

Hello, Eilis.
Hello, Mrs. Brennan.

Quite the star.

Thank goodness you're back.

What's the matter?

A lad from Davis's came round.

They have a problem
in their accounts department.

They need you
up there straightaway.

Is that all? I'll just
put the shopping away.

No, no, leave it.

Straightaway,
the young fella said.

It doesn't matter
what he said, Mother.

I'm not an employee.

I'd be doing them a favor.

Please, let me
do the shopping.

MARIA: The problem is
that it's our busy season,

so all the mill workers
and drivers

did overtime last week.

Well, they filled out
the overtime slips,

but there's been nobody
here to work it all out

and to add to the wage slips,

and some of the men
have started to complain,

and I can't blame them.

As you can see,
it's all a terrible mess.

Well, if you leave me
for a couple of hours,

I can work out a system

so that whoever
comes in after me

won't have any trouble.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Hello, Eilis.

Maria has been telling me

you've done the most
marvelous job here.

Thank you.

We should have known
you would, of course.

You're Rose's sister,
after all.

I'm told you have
a certificate
in book-keeping.

Is it American book-keeping?

I got the certificate
in America,

but the two systems
are very similar.

Well, we'll certainly
need someone

to deal with wages and so on

during the busy season.

So I'd like you to continue
on a part-time basis.

Let's see how that goes
and then we'll speak again.

I'll be going back
to the United States soon.

As I say, let's you
and I speak again

before we make
any firm decisions

one way or the other.

Yes, Mr. Brown.
Of course. Thank you.

Now, if you go
and see Maria,

she'll have
your money for today.

EILIS: I'd forgotten.

What?

This.

JIM: You have beaches
in Brooklyn.

Yes, but they're
just very crowded.

There'll probably be
quite a few walkers

along here later.

Yes.

It's still not the same.

I'm sure it's not.

We don't really know anything
of the rest of the world.

We must seem
very backward to you now.

Of course not.

You seem calm
and civilized
and charming.

(CHUCKLES)

NANCY: Come on !

My mother wanted you
to know that the golf club

is inaugurating a prize
in Rose's name.

A special trophy
for the best score

by a lady newcomer
at the club.

She was always very nice
to the newcomers,

my mother says.

I hope you're pleased.

Yes.

Of course.

So every year someone will
win the Rose Lacey Trophy?

Yeah, every year,

as long as
there's a golf club.

And I think she'd like
you to come along

and present it
to the first winner.

Yeah, and my mother would like
to meet you too, by the way.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm supposed
to arrange a time

when you can
come around for tea.

Thank you. I'd like that.

I wish it had been like
this before I went.

Before Rose died.

Like what?

There was nothing
here for me before

and now I have a job and. . .

NANCY: Here?

Is that an American trick?

Yes. It's a good one,
isn't it?

It's depressing, though,

that we don't think of
things like that, isn't it?

I mean, how long
have they known about it?

A hundred years, probably.

I don't think they had
bathing suits like that

a hundred years ago.

We still don't
have them now.

Well, come on.

You wanna go see
the Dodgers on Saturday?

Sure.
Okay.

Will you do something for me?

What?

If you laugh or you say
anything about this

to anybody in the family,

you don't get to go see
the Dodgers on Saturday

or any other day
of the season.

Also you get a beating.

Maybe it's just better
if I don't get involved.

I really need your
help, Frankie.

You know you're the best

writer and reader
in the family?

Yeah.
I'm trying
to write to Eilis.

And I want it to be. . .
I don't know.

You've wrote before already
about five times.

Yeah, but they're no good,
Frankie, and. . .

She's only written back once.

She's never read
my writing before.

I'm worried
I'm putting her off me.

Listen, I'm eight years old.

I don't know anything
about kissing.

You don't need to know
anything about kissing.

You need to know about
spelling and. . . And. . .

Grammar.
Yeah.

Will you look?

TONY: Dear Eilis.

I hope that you are
doing well in Ireland.

I hope that your mother's
feeling less sad.

It will not be long before
your friend gets married

and you can come home.

This week, it's like

the whole world's basements
are flooding.

I've fixed three.

I've been working hard.
I've been saving money.

Everybody asks me about you

all the time.

FRANKIE: You missed out
an "E," I think.

It's "everybody."

TONY: Anyway,
I think that is all my news.

Mom and Dad
and all my brothers,

they all say hello.

I think about you
most minutes of most days.

Even when
I go see the Dodgers,

I do not concentrate
on the games.

With love, your Tony.

No hair oil.

And that's not a blazer.
It's a sports jacket.

Have you come out
in disguise, Jim Farrell?

Are you trying to trick me?

(CHUCKLES)

No. I knew what you meant

when you said
we were all the same.

It made me think that
my life must seem
very easy to you.

I run my father's bar.

I'm going to live
in my parents' house.

I know what
that must look like

from the outside, but. . .

It doesn't feel like that.

What does it feel like?

And I've never been anywhere.

I've never even
been to England

but I'd like to see London
and Paris and Rome. New York.

It frightens me,
the idea of dying

without ever
leaving Ireland.

And there are
other things too.

I'm so sorry,
I wanted to ask you
a thousand things

and all I've done
is talked.

I'm glad.

Really?

Yes.

MRS. FARRELL: Will you
finish that wretched pipe

and sit with us?

I can hear perfectly well
from where I am.

We're not here to provide
you with entertainment.

MR. FARRELL: Oh,
don't you worry.

I found that out
many years ago.

(SCOFFS)
Just ignore him, Eilis.

(WHISPERS) It's as well
Jim takes after me, not him.

Speak up.

Are you looking forward
to your move?

We'll miss Enniscorthy,

but it's lovely
and quiet in Glenbrien.

Mother's worried about
leaving me here on me own.

She thinks
I'll destroy the place.

Well, I'm hoping you won't
be on your own forever.

I'm sure he won't.

I mean. . .

God, aren't we blessed
with this weather?

It's lovely.

MR. FARRELL: The summers
in New York are hot, eh?

They can be, yes.

It can get
quite humid sometimes.

EILIS: Dear Tony.

Thank you for your letters.

I want you to know that...

(SIGHS)

I don't know
what I want you to know.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

MARY: I don't want to be
sitting right at the back.

We'll make sure you get
the best seats in the house.

But it wouldn't feel
right sitting up there

with Nancy and George.

We'll find the second best
seats in the house, then.

Would you like me
to run ahead

and save you a couple
of places, Mrs. Lacey?

Would you mind, Jim?
That'd be grand.

Such a gentleman,
isn't he?
He is.

Came along at just
the right time for us.

PRIEST:
I invite you now, Nancy,

to declare before
God and his Church

your consent
to become George's wife.

I promise to be true to you
in good times and in bad,

in sickness and in health.

I will love you and honor you
all the days of my life.

PRIEST: The rings.

Lord, bless these rings.

Grant that those who wear them

may always be
faithful to each other.

May they do your will

and live in peace
with you in mutual love.

We ask this through
Christ our Lord, amen.

BOTH: Amen.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Your mother tells me

things are working out
very well

for you in Enniscorthy, Eilis.

It was a lovely service.

And Mr. and Mrs. Farrell
are moving out to Glenbrien,

so Jim'll. . .

Yes, I know.

Jim and I promised my mother
we'd take her back to the car.

Mmm ! Do you hear that?
"Jim and I. Jim and I."

It won't be long now
by the sound of it

and your mother will have
a wonderful day out.

Will you excuse me?

MAN: There they are.

Hello, Mrs. Byrne.
How are you?
Jack.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Can we talk?

What about?

The future.

I can't let you
just go back to America

without saying anything.

I'd regret it
for the rest of my life.

So. . .

I don't want you to go.

I want you to
stay here with me.

And I know that means
asking you another question

but I don't
want to bombard you.

So I'll save that one
for later.

Thank you.

I'm grateful.

And I'm flattered.

That's all?
No.

No, of course not.

I just. . .

I'd imagined
a different life
for myself.

I understand.

But your life here
could be just as good.

Better even maybe.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Mary.

I was just coming
to fetch you.

To fetch me?

I haven't worked for Miss
Kelly for a long time, Mary.

Please come, Eilis.

She told me not to come
back without you.

You know what she's like.

You look after things
for five minutes

while I'm upstairs
with Eilis, please, Mary.

There are no customers
in there at the moment,

so I don't think you can make
too much of a mess of things.

So, how have you
been getting on?

Very well, thanks,
Miss Kelly.

I heard that you're
working over in Davis's,

in the accounts department.

That's right.

And there's lots of talk

about you and
young Jim Farrell.

Oh, well, you know
what people are like.

They love to talk.

Yes.

Do you remember Mrs. Brady?

She usually
comes into the shop

on Sunday morning
for her rashers.

No?

Well, you have
a very busy life now,

what with one thing
and another.

Anyway, Mrs. Brady has
a niece living in Brooklyn.

The world is a small
place, isn't it?

She had a letter from her
a couple of weeks back.

And what did it say?

Oh, only that
she'd been to a wedding

at the city hall

and her husband
bumped into a girl

from Enniscorthy

who was getting
married there.

I'm not sure what
you're telling me, Miss Kelly.

He didn't bump into me.

Oh, you can't fool me,
Miss Lacey.

Although I'm not sure

that that's your name
any longer, is it?

He couldn't remember.

Something Italian,
he thought.

I'd forgotten.

You'd forgotten?
What a thing. . .

I'd forgotten
what this town is like.

What were you planning
to do, Miss Kelly?

Keep me away from Jim?

Stop me from going
back to America?

Perhaps you didn't even know.

My name is Eilis Fiorello.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PHONE RINGS)

OPERATOR:
Putting you through now.

Thank you.

WOMAN: How can I help?

Hello. I'd like
to make a reservation

for the next available sailing
from Cobh to New York.

I think people spend
even more money

after a wedding.

Nancy's mother must have been
in every shop in the town.

She was buying
firelighters in Broom's.

Firelighters in August.

But she'd seen
Mrs. Stapleton in there
and she hadn't had a chance

to go through the whole day
in detail with her. . .

Eilis, what's the matter?

Has something
happened with Jim?

(SOBBING) Mammy, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm married.

I got married in Brooklyn
before I came home.

And I should have told you.

I should have told you
as soon as I got back.

I want to be with him.

I want to be with
my husband.

Of course.

Is he nice?

Yes.

He'd have to be nice
if you married him.

So you're going back?

Yes. Tomorrow.

Are you on the early train?

I'm going to bed.

Mammy, it's not even 8:00.
You don't have to.

I'm very tired.

And I'd like
to say goodbye now.

And only once.

(SNIFFLES)

Perhaps you'll write
and tell me about him.

I will.

Good night, Eilis.

(SNIFFLING)

(SIGHS)

So are you away
to live in America?

No.

Just visiting?

No, I live there already.

Really? What's it like?

It's a big place.

I'm gonna live in Brooklyn,
New York.

Do you know it?

Yes.

People say that there are
so many Irish people there,

it's like home.

Is that right?

Yes.

It's just like home.

You're not to eat.

But I might be there years.

No, you can eat
when you get there.

Don't eat on the boat.

It'll stop you
getting so sick.

Do you promise me?

I promise.

And in a moment
I want you to go

straight down to your cabin

and lock the bathroom door
on your side.

When next door
starts hammering,

you can negotiate.

EILIS: When you
get to immigration,

keep your eyes wide open.

Look as if you know
where you're going.

You have to think
like an American.

You'll feel so homesick
that you'll want to die

and there's nothing
you can do about it

apart from endure it.

But you will,
and it won't kill you.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

And one day
the sun will come out.

You might not even
notice straightaway,

it'll be that faint.

And then you'll catch yourself

thinking about
something or someone

who has no connection
with the past,

someone who's only yours,

and you'll realize...

...that this is
where your life is.

(BE COOL AKA KEEP COOL
PLAYING)

Be cool

Relax

Be cool

Face facts

Relax

Be cool

'Cause if you don't
You'll act like a fool

So be cool
It's the only rule

Just watch that pussycat

How he relaxes

While you run around all day

Worrying about taxes

You rush through life

In a great big hurry

All you do

Is work and worry
and worry and worry

Be cool

Relax

Be cool

Face facts

You don't take time

To sleep, eat, or drink

Or just remember that
it's later than you think

So be cool

Just relax

So be cool

Face facts

'Cause time marches on

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