All language subtitles for The butcher boy 1997.engl.

[MACK THE KNIFE
INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS]

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
WARNER BROS.

WHY, FRANCIE?

WHY?

IT'D HAVE BROKEN

YOUR POOR MOTHER'S
HEART.

I'M SORRY,
MR. LEDDY.

Francie:
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG LAD,

20 OR 30 OR 40 YEARS AGO,

I LIVED IN A SMALL TOWN

WHERE THEY WERE
ALL AFTER ME

ON ACCOUNT OF WHAT
I'D DONE ON MRS. NUGENT.

IF SHE HADN'T
POKED HER NOSE

IN BETWEEN ME AND JOE,

EVERYTHING
WOULD'VE BEEN ALL RIGHT.

ME GERONIMO.
WHO ARE YOU?

SITTING BULL.

LET'S DO WAR CRY.

[WAR CRIES]

NOW, LOOK ROUND
FOR WHITE MAN.

[INDIAN WAR CRIES]

Francie: OF ALL
THE WRONG THINGS I DONE,

I SUPPOSE THE APPLES
WERE THE FIRST.

THEY STARTED
ALL THE TROUBLE.

AND FRANCIE BRADY
DIDN'T NEED ANY OLD SNAKE

TO GIVE HIM ONE.

HE ROBBED THEM HIMSELF.

COME ON, JOE.

COME ON.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN,
COME ON?

COME ON, IT'S NOT
THAT HIGH.

DON'T WORRY, KEMOSABE,
I GOT YOU.

COME ON, FRANCIE,

GET A MOVE ON.
COME ON!

RIGHT, JOE.

SO HOW MANY
HAVE WE GOT NOW?

JUST KEEP SHAKING,
FRANCIE.

I'LL SHAKE THE LIVING
SHITE OUT OF HER, JOE.

ANOTHER HUNDRED,
AND WE'RE RIGHT.

THEM NUGENTS AREN'T GONNA
GET THE BETTER OF US.

NO WAY, BOY.

Francie: AND WHO BUTTS IN?
ONLY PHILLIP NUGENT,

HIS HEAD FULL
OF AMAZING FACTS,

LIKE THE BOILING POINT
OF WATER

AND THE NUMBER OF EYES
ON A FLY HEAD...

SURE, IT'S YOURSELF,
PHILLIP, ISN'T IT?

DOIN' A BIT
OF READING NOW?

COMICS, FRANCIE.

WE'VE GOT TO
HAVE THEM, JOE.

TELL YOU WHAT,
PHILLIP.

WE'LL SWAP.

ONE OF YOUR MA'S
COX'S PIPPINS...

FOR ALL
OF THEM COMICS.

IT'S ONLY FAIR,
PHILLIP.

NOW, JOE,

HE ISN'T REALLY
THAT BAD.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

JESUS, FRANCIE,
IT'S MRS. NUGENT!

GET OUT!

COME ON, JOE,
RUN LIKE FUCK!

YIKES.

IT HAS GOT
NOTHING TO DO

WITH KNOWIN' KIDS
OR ANYTHING ELSE.

I KNEW THE KIND
OF YOUR LOT

LONG BEFORE
I WENT TO ENGLAND.

I SHOULD HAVE HAD
MORE SENSE

THAN TO LET MY PHILLIP
NEAR THE LIKES OF HIM.

NOT THAT IT'S
THE POOR CHILD'S FAULT.

WHAT DO YOU EXPECT
FROM A HOUSE

WHERE THE FATHER'S
NEVER IN?

LYIN' ABOUT IN PUBS
FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT.

HE'S NO BETTER
THAN A PIG.

IT IS SMALL WONDER

THAT THE BOY
IS THE WAY HE IS.

WHAT CHANCE HAS HE GOT
LIVING IN A PIGSTY,

BUT IF HE'S SEEN
NEAR MY PHILLIP AGAIN,

THERE'LL BE TROUBLE,
MARK MY WORDS.

PIGS!

THAT'S ALL YOU ARE!

THE WHOLE TOWN
KNOWS THAT.

WELL, THAT OLD
MRS. NUGENT,

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
ABOUT HER?

I DON'T KNOW,
BUT BY CHRIST--

[ALL SHOUTING]

Francie:
WELL, I DON'T KNOW KNOW

IF MY DA WAS A PIG OR NOT,

BUT ONE THING
SHE WAS RIGHT ABOUT,

HE SURE COULD DRINK.

HE WAS THE BEST DRINKER
IN THE TOWN.

TV announcer: AND HOW.
MAN HAS REALIZED HIS DREAM.

NOW HE MUST
CONTROL IT.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO, JOE,

IF YOU WON
A MILLION BILLION

TRILLION DOLLARS?

I'D BUY A MILLION
BILLION TRILLION

FLASH BARS, FRANCIE.

YA!

HEY, A FISH.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT
I'M GOING TO TELL YA?

FUCK OFF!

NOW, FISH, WHAT DO YOU
THINK OF THAT?

HEY, COME BACK
WITH MY ARROW!

DO YOU KNOW YOU WERE
ONLY 5 POUNDS WEIGHT

WHEN YOU WERE BORN,
FRANCIE?

MA, WHAT'S THE CHAIR
DOIN' ON THE TABLE?

YOU'D NEVER LET ME
DOWN, FRANCIE.

WOULD YA?

YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T, MA.

OH, I'M WAY OFF
UP THE TOWN, FRANCIE.

I HAVE TO GET
THE BAKING STARTED

FOR YOUR UNCLE ALO'S
CHRISTMAS PARTY.

YOU DROPPED
YOUR TABLETS, MA.

DR. BOYD SAID
THEY'D CURE ME.

I THINK THEY'RE
MAKIN' ME WORSE.

COME ON, ANNIE.

WELL, THERE YOU GO, JOE.

THAT'S MA OFF
ON HER TRAVELS THEN.

WHERE IS SHE OFF TO,
FRANCIE?

THEY SAY SHE HAD
A BREAKDOWN, JOE.

WHAT'S A BREAKDOWN?

THAT'S WHEN YOU'RE
TOOK OFF TO THE GARAGE,

WHERE A TRUCK COMES
AND TOWS YOU AWAY.

I TELL YA, THERE'S
SOME CRACK IN THIS TOWN.

THERE SURE IS.
THE GARAGE.

HAND ME DOWN A SPANNER,
EH, MIKE?

I THINK MRS. BRADY'S
ANKLE NEEDS TIGHTENING.

JOE.

HMM?

DO YOU THINK THE
ONE-ARMED MAN DID IT?

DO YOU KNOW,
HE PROBABLY DID.

THAT BASTARD.
I'M GONNA KILL HIM.

Francie: NOW THE THING
ABOUT MRS. NUGENT IS

SHE CAME BACK FROM ENGLAND

WITH ALL THESE AIRS
AND GRACES

AND WALKED AROUND
AS IF SHE OWNED THE TOWN.

BUT HERE'S ONE LITTLE PIG

THAT'S GOING
TO TEACH HER DIFFERENT.

AH, THERE YOU ARE,
MRS. NUGENT, PHILLIP.

JUST LET ME BY,
PLEASE.

OF COURSE, BUT
THAT'LL BE A SHILLING.

A SHILLING?

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

AND HALF FOR PHILLIP.

SO THAT'S ONE SHILLING FOR YOU
AND SIXPENCE FOR PHILLIP.

ALL TOGETHER 1 AND 6.

1 AND 6, PLEASE.

FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, YOU
DON'T HAVE TO PAY MONEY

TO GO BY HERE.

I'M SORRY, MRS. NUGENT,
BUT A TAX IS A TAX.

IF YOU DON'T PAY,
IT'S NOT GONNA BE FAIR

TO EVERYBODY ELSE,
IS IT?

TAX?

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT, TAX?

THE PIG TOLL TAX,
MRS. NUGENT.

I'VE WORK TO DO.

I CANNOT SIT
ABOUT HERE ALL DAY,

SO COME ON NOW.
ONE SHILLING PLUS SIXPENCE.

WOULD YOU RUN AWAY
HOME NOW

AND STOP
ALL THIS NONSENSE.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT,
MRS. NUGENT.

I'LL LET YOU GO THIS TIME,

BUT YOU REMEMBER NOW
IN FUTURE,

YOU MAKE SURE YOU HAVE
THAT PIG TOLL TAX READY.

AND I AIN'T FOOLIN',
MRS. NUGE.

DO YOU KNOW
WHAT IT IS, JOE?

IT'S A BAD
STATE OF AFFAIRS,

WHEN PEOPLE WON'T PAY
A TAX TO GET BY, HUH?

WHAT TAX IS THAT,
FRANCIE?

DON'T YOU START,
NOW, JOE.

Woman:
THANK YOU, MR. LEDDY.

HELLO, MR. LEDDY.

FRANCIE.

AH, THERE YOU ARE,
MY LADIES.

AH, FRANCIE.

THERE YOU ARE.

I'M NOWHERE ELSE, LADIES.

I'LL HAVE 2 TINS OF SARDINES
AND A LOAF OF BREAD, PLEASE.

HOW'S YOUR MOTHER,
FRANCIE?

OH, SHE'S FLYIN'.
SHE'S ABOVE IN THE GARAGE,

AND IT WON'T BE LONG NOW
TILL SHE'S HOME.

THEY'RE GONNA
GIVE HER A SERVICE.

HAND ME DOWN
A SPANNER, MIKE.

I THINK MRS. BRADY'S HEAD
NEEDS TIGHTENING.

FRANCIE, THAT'S
A GOOD ONE.

KEEPIN' THE HOME FIRES
BURNIN', FRANCIE?

THE INCREDIBLE
FRANCIE BRADY.

NOW, IF YOU LADIES
WILL EXCUSE ME,

I MUST BE OFF UP TO TOWN
ON TOLL TAX BUSINESS.

TOLL TAX? I NEVER
HEARD OF THAT,

FRANCIE.
WHAT WOULD THAT BE?

IT WAS INVENTED BY ME,

BUT, OF COURSE,
NUGENT WON'T PAY IT.

YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE TRYING
TO GET BLOOD OUT OF A STONE.

NUGENT.
MRS. NUGENT?

BE IT ON HER OWN HEAD.

SHE'LL NOT BE GETTIN' BY
SO EASY THE NEXT TIME--

GETTIN' BY?
GETTIN' BY WHERE, FRANCIE?

ON THE FOOTPATH.

WHERE ELSE WOULD YOU
WANT TO GET PAST?

THERE'S NO DENYIN',
FRANCIE,

YOU'RE A RARE CHARACTER.

Francie: OH, NOW.

[PLAYING WILLIAM TELL
OVERTURE]

IT'S A DUD, FRANCIE.

A DUD FROM THE DAY I GOT IT.

A FUCKIN' DUD, DAD.
THAT'S WHAT IT IS.

I SHOULD'VE
KNOWN BETTER

THAN TO TRUST
THE LIKES OF TRAYNOR.

BEGOD, HE'LL NOT SELL ME
A DUD TELEVISION

AND GET AWAY WITH IT.

WORK!

BE CHRIST,
IT'LL NOT BEST ME!

YEEEE! HA!

[PLAYS OH, MY PAPA]

Francie: YOUR FATHER
WAS A GREAT MAN

ONE TIME, THEY'D SAY.

BY CHRIST,
A GREAT MUSICIANOR.

HE COULD'VE
BEEN SOMEONE, SURE,

HADN'T HE
MET EDDIE CALVERT.

AND WHO THE FUCK
IS EDDIE CALVERT,

I'D ASK THEM.

WELL, THAT'S THE END
OF THE COWBOYS, I GUESS.

DAD, THERE'S NOTHING BUT
DRY BREAD IN THE HOUSE.

THERE'S NOT EVEN
A RASHER.

ARE YOU DEAF?

I GUESS IT'S ALL DOWN
TO FRANCIE NOW.

THE INCREDIBLE
FRANCIE BRADY.

NO MORE COWBOYS, JOE.
COWBOYS, GOOD LUCK.

WHY NOT, FRANCIE?

DA, HE FIXED THE TELLY
GOOD AND PROPER.

WE WON'T BE SEEING
JOHN WAYNE

ROUND HERE AGAIN.

AH, HACK A BIT OF ICE
THERE, FRANCIE. GO ON.

HACKIN' AWAY, BOYS, HUH?

OH, HACKIN' AWAY
THERE, FATHER.

THAT'S A COLD ONE,
ISN'T IT?

WOULD YOU SAY THAT'S
A COLD ONE, YOUNG BRADY?

I'D SAY IT'S
THE COLDEST YET.

HA HA HA!

THE COLDEST YET, HE SAYS.

OH, HE DOES.

AH, HE DOES.

HOW'S YOUR FATHER?

OH, THE BEST.
NEVER BETTER.

GOOD, GOOD. AND YOUR MOTHER
WILL BE HOME SOON?

SHE WILL. SHE'LL
BE BACK ON THE ROAD

BY CHRISTMAS.

SHE HAS TO GET
THE CAKES READY

FOR UNCLE ALO'S
PARTY.

OH, UNCLE ALO.

NOW, THIS TOWN
SHOULD BE PROUD OF HIM.

YOUR MOTHER TOLD ME

ABOUT THE GREAT JOB
HE HAS IN LONDON.

AYE, 10 MEN
UNDER HIM.

OH, WELL, I BEST BE OFF.

I HAVE THE GOOD LORD HERE
FOR BENNY MAGUIRE.

GOOD LUCK NOW.

WHAT DOES BENNY MAGUIRE
WANT WITH THE GOOD LORD?

I THINK HE FELL OFF
HIS BUCKRAKE.

THEM BUCKRAKES
ARE A CURSE.

Announcer: RICHARD KIMBLE
PONDERS HIS FATE

AS HE LOOKS AT THE WORLD
FOR THE LAST TIME

AND SEES ONLY DARKNESS.

BUT IN THAT DARKNESS,

FATE MOVES
ITS HUGE HAND.

GO ON, FUGITIVE.
GO ON, RUN.

YOU'RE ONLY A HOPPITY
BASTARD, ONE-ARMED MAN!

YEAH, HOPPITY BOLLOCKS.

AT LEAST RICHARD KIMBLE
HAS 2 ARMS.

SHE'S COMING!

THE BITCH!

Francie: NOW, IF THERE'S
ONE THING WORSE THAN A PIG,

IT'S A BOGMAN,

UP FROM THE COUNTRY
FOR THE DAY

TO DO THE
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.

WE SEE THEM IN THE CAFE

WITH THEIR CAPS
AND THEIR BOOTS

AND THEIR BONY ARSES.

THEY CALLED IT DANCIN'.

IT LOOKED MORE LIKE
WADIN' THROUGH MANURE.

WHAT'S THAT DANCE
THEY'RE DOIN', FRANCIE?

IT'S CALLED
THE BOGMAN TANGO, JOE.

THE BOGMAN TANGO?

OUT WITH THE BACKSIDE,
UP WITH THE NOSE.

WELL, HERE'S MY FACE,
AND MY ARSE IS COMIN'.

THE INCREDIBLE
JOE PURCELL,

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

AND HIS PARTNER,
FRANCIE BRADY.

THE BOGMAN TANGO.

YEE-HA!

* HE WILL NOT STAY *

* I WISH, I WISH *

* BUT I WISH IN VAIN *

* I WISH I WAS
A MAID AGAIN *

MA, YOU'RE BACK!

LOOK AT YOU. GOD!

BY CHRIST, THAT MUST BE
SOME GARAGE, SERGEANT.

BACK ON THE ROAD
BETTER THAN EVER, EH, MA?

BETTER THAN EVER.

COME ON, I'VE GOT
SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU.

COME ON NOW.

THANK YOU, SERGEANT,
FOR TAKING ME HOME.

ANYTHING WE CAN
DO FOR YOU, ANNIE.

YOU KNOW THAT.

THANK YOU.

COME ON, MA.
COME ON.

I'VE GOT
A SURPRISE FOR US.

Francie:
BACK FROM THE GARAGE,

THERE WAS NO HOLDIN' MA.

WHIZ HERE ONE MINUTE,
THERE THE NEXT.

AND HADN'T SHE BOUGHT
THE BOGMAN RECORD

THEY WERE PLAYIN'
IN THE CAFE.

AND THAT'S WHEN
THE BUNS BEGAN.

UNCLE ALO WAS COMIN' HOME
FOR CHRISTMAS

FROM HIS BIG JOB
IN LONDON,

AND THE HOUSE STARTED
FILLIN' UP WITH CAKES

AND BUNS FOR
THE CHRISTMAS PARTY.

CAKES, CAKES, CAKES.

BUNS, BUNS, BUNS.

MY MA, THE BUN WOMAN.

* AND CALLING TO *

I ASK YOU, JOE.

HOW MANY CAKES
CAN UNCLE ALO EAT?

BEATS THE HELL
OUT OF ME, COMPADRE.

HO, I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN.

SEE YOU, JOE.

SEE YOU, FRANCIE.

[RECORD PLAYING]

Francie: WELL, IF I HEARD
THAT BUTCHER BOY ONCE,

I HEARD IT A HUNDRED TIMES.

AND IF YOU SAID TO ME,
WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR IT AGAIN?

I KNOW WHAT I
WOULD HAVE SAID.

NO, THANK YOU.

[ARGUING, PLATES BREAKING]

Da: COULDN'T EVEN GET
A HAM SANDWICH?!

I'M FUCKIN' STARVIN'!

* I WISH I WAS *

* A MAID AGAIN *

* BUT MAID AGAIN *

IS THAT WHAT THEY DO
TO YOU IN THE GARAGE, MA--

TURN YOU INTO
A CAKE MACHINE?

ALO LOVES CAKES.

IF THERE'S ONE THING
YOUR UNCLE LOVES,

IT'S CAKE.

AND BUTTERFLY BUNS?

YOU'RE RIGHT.

I'LL MAKE SOME MORE.

HA HA HA!

AH, THE MEN.
HARD AT IT, EH?

HARD AT IT,
HE SAYS.

I DON'T SUPPOSE
THERE'S ROOM

FOR AN OLD FELLOW
LIKE MESELF, HUH?

SURE, ANY AMOUNT,
FATHER.

HA HA HA HA!

SO, NOTHING STRANGE
ANYWAY, LADS, HUH?

I TELL YOU, FATHER,

IF UNCLE ALO
DOESN'T COME SOON,

THE HOUSE
IS GONNA BURST.

HOW'S IT GOING
TO BURST, FRANCIE?

WITH CAKES.

NOT TO MENTION
BUTTERFLY BUNS.

NOTHIN' BUT THE BEST
FOR UNCLE ALO,

COMIN' ALL THE WAY
FROM HIS JOB IN LONDON, EH?

10 MEN UNDER HIM.

10 MEN
UNDER HIM.

UNCLE ALO! FUCK!

MERRY CHRISTMAS,
FATHER.

GOD BLESS YOU NOW.

Francie:
SEE YOU, JOE.

SEE YOU, FRANCIE.

I--I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY
MUST HAVE THOUGHT OF US.

A RIGHT-LOOKING TRIBE TO
BE LANDING IN BUNDORAN.

NOT TO MENTION
THIS MAN HERE.

SURE, WASN'T HE
THE STAR OF THE SHOW?

PLAYIN' THAT TRUMPET
EVERY NIGHT

FOR THEM BELOW
IN THE PARLOR.

AM I RIGHT, ANNIE?

OH, THAT'S RIGHT.
SURELY, ALO.

I HEARD ALL ABOUT IT.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,
CHARLIE?

OH, INDEED IT IS.

THE SUN SHONE
OUT OF BENNY BRADY

FOR MRS. THOMPSON.

LOVEBIRDS,
HE USED TO CALL THEM.

LOVEBIRDS.
BUCKING LOVEBIRDS.

ALO!

AYE, AND HE PLAYED
THE TRUMPET

EVERY NIGHT
OF THE HONEYMOON.

AIN'T THAT RIGHT,
BENNY?

WELL, I DARESAY I PLAYED
A FEW WEE TUNES.

AH, INDEED YOU DID.

AND THAT'S NOT ALL.
RIGHT, CHARLIE?

OH, YOU'RE RIGHT,
ALL RIGHT.

LOOK AT THIS HERE, GIRLS.
LOOK.

THE BOLD BENNY
AND MYSELF AND ANNIE

WERE GOIN' ALONG THE BEACH.

AND OUT COMES THIS FELLOW.
2 AND 6.

"2 AND 6," SAYS THE MAN,

"AND YOU CAN BE
KING OF THE JUNGLE."

WELL, I'LL TELL YA, GIRLS,

YOU'VE NEVER SEEN
THE LIKE OF IT.

BENNY HERE,

WITH HIS HEAD STUCK OUT
THROUGH THE CARDBOARD HOLE,

AND THE BODY
OF TARZAN ON HIM.

AND HE WAS SHOUTING,

"I'LL GET YOU, McGLONE,"
HE SAID. "I'LL GET YOU."

GET YOU, McGLONE.

I'LL GET YOU.

IS THAT TRUE, DA,
YOU IN A TARZAN'S BODY?

SOME TARZAN, NOW.

SOME JANE.

McGlone: OH, MAN,
IT WAS THE BEST HOLIDAY

MAY AND ME EVER SPENT.
DO YOU KNOW THAT?

AND FOR YOU
PAIR OF TRICKSTERS

TO COME ALONG
ON YOUR HONEYMOON.

WILL YOU EVER FORGET IT,
BENNY?

NO.

TARZAN BRADY.

GOD, YOU'RE AN AWFUL MAN!

AND YOU JANE, WAS IT?

COME ON, WE'LL SING.

BEAUTIFUL BUNDORAN.

[PIANO PLAYS]

* BEAUTIFUL BUNDORAN *

* BY THE SILVERY SEA *

* YOUR GOLDEN STRAND *

* CHARMS SO GRAND *

* EVER CALLIN' ME *

* YOUR WELCOME'S
ALWAYS WAITING *

* AND HAPPINESS FOR ALL *

* IN BEAUTIFUL BUNDORAN *

* THE PRIDE OF DONEGAL *

[NEW SONG PLAYS]

* YOU MUST NEVER DO
A TANGO WITH AN ESKIMO *

* NO, NO, NO *

* OH, DEAR, NO *

* WHEN A LADY
FROM NEBRASKA *

* IS AT A PARTY
IN ALASKA *

* SHE MUST NEVER
DO A TANGO *

* WITH AN ESKIMO *

* SHE CAN DO IT WITH A LATIN
FROM MANILA TO MANHATTAN *

* SHE CAN DO IT WITH
A GAUCHO FROM BRAZIL *

* BUT IF ONCE THOSE ESKIMOSES
START TO WIGGLIN' THEIR TOESES *

* YOU CAN BET YOUR LIFE
YOU'RE GONNA GET A CHILL *

[ALO SINGING
SOFTLY TO HIMSELF]

* THE VILLAGE CHURCH
WAS CROWDED *

* AND THE FUNERAL MASS
WAS SAID *

* AND HERE WAS I
ON BROADWAY *

* BUILDING BRICKS,
MY LOVE *

* HIS HUMAN HEART
WAS LONELY *

* ITS GRIEF
WILL EVER BE... *

ANOTHER WEE DROP
BEFORE WE GO.

THE NIGHT IS YOUNG
YET, EH, BENNY?

WELL, MY DEAR, EVERY
TIME I THINK OF IT,

THE PAIR OF YOU
STANDING THERE

WITH YOUR HEADS
STICKING OUT THE HOLES,

TARZAN AND JANE
BUCKIN' BRADY.

SHUT UP ABOUT IT,
SHUT UP ABOUT IT NOW!

SURE, BENNY,
I'M ONLY CODDIN'.

A BIT OF A SONG, EH?

THERE'S BEEN
ENOUGH SINGIN'.

WHATEVER HAPPENED
TO JOE REILLY?

DO YOU REMEMBER JOE?

WHO DO YOU THINK
YOU'RE FOOLIN', ALO?

LOOK AT HIM
WITH HIS WEE RED HANKY.

DID THE WIFE IRON IT
FOR YOU?

BENNY, DON'T.

I WARNED HIM.

CARRYIN' ON WITH MARY

LIKE SOME
SCHOOLBOY HALF-WIT.

HADN'T THE GUTS
TO ASK HER TO MARRY HIM.

Francie: IT WAS
A GRAND PARTY,

BUT TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH,
I WAS GETTIN' A BIT TIRED.

SINGIN'S ALL RIGHT,
SINGIN'S GRAND,

BUT I THINK
5 BEAUTIFUL BUNDORANS

IS ENOUGH FOR ME,

NOT TO MENTION
2 OLD BOG ROADS

AND ONE NEVER DO A TANGO
WITH AN ESKIMO.

DON'T BLAME IT ON HIM.
DON'T BLAME ALO

BECAUSE YOU WERE
PUT IN A HOME.

JESUS, BENNY,
LET IT END.

Francie:
AHEM, EXCUSE ME.

Alo:
I MUST BE OFF.

YES, IT'S ME, FRANCIE.

I DO BELIEVE I SHALL BE OFF
TO SLUMBERDOWN MANSIONS,

IF YOU PLEASE.

I'VE HAD RATHER A LONG DAY,
BEGGIN' YOUR PARDON.

BUT, SURE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL
BE TALKIN' TO THE WALLS

AS TRYIN' TO TELL THEM
IT WAS TIME FOR BED.

OHH!

MAY THE CURSE OF CHRIST
LIGHT UPON YOU, YOU BITCH!

THE DAY I TOOK YOU OUT OF
THAT HOLE OF A SHOP IN DERRY

WAS A BITTER ONE FOR ME.

I'M SICK OF HIM!
SICK OF HIM! SICK OF HIM!

YES, I DO BELIEVE
I SHALL BE OFF

ON MY TRAVELS.

EXCUSE ME, DID YOU HAPPEN
TO SEE MR. FRANCIS BRADY

BY ANY CHANCE?

I'M SORRY, OLD BEAN,
BUT I REALLY WOULDN'T KNOW.

I HOPE HE'S NOT
GONE TRAVELING

THROUGH THE WASTES
OF SPACE AND TIME

WITH ALGERNON CARRUTHERS.

DON'T YOU WORRY,
KEMOSABE.

I'LL BE BACK.

YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST
OF FRANCITO BRADY.

YOU UNDERSTAND ME,
SEÑOR JOE?

SURE, THEM COMMUNISTS
ARE TAKIN' KENNEDY FOR A RIDE.

THERE'S ONLY
ONE WAY TO DEAL

WITH THE LIKES
OF THEM BOYS.

YOU GO IN FIRST.

ONE BOMB
IS ALL IT TAKES.

WONDER HOW MANY NUNS THEY'D
INTERFERE WITH THEN, HUH?

THAT'D SETTLE THEM,
WOULDN'T IT?

INDEED, BY CHRIST,
IT WOULD.

I'D KNOCK 7 DIFFERENT
KINDS OF SHITE

OUT OF THAT
KHRUSHCHEV BASTARD.

GO ON, KHRUSHCHEV,
YOU BASTARD!

IS THIS REALLY DUBLIN?

YEAH, IT IS.
WHERE'D YOU THINK IT WAS,

FOR JESUS' SAKE?

FOR JESUS' SAKE.

Francie: THE WAY THEY
WERE GOIN' ACROSS THAT BRIDGE,

YOU'D THINK
SOMEONE HAD SAID,

EXCUSE ME, BUT I'M GONNA
LET OFF AN ATOMIC BOMB

ANY MINUTE NOW.

THERE YOU GO.

THANKS, MUM.

THERE'S DAMN ALL WRONG
WITH THE COMMUNISTS.

THEY'RE NO WORSE
THAN THE REST OF THEM.

YOU SAID IT, MISSUS.

2 SONS IN ENGLAND.

YOU THINK THEY'D SEND YA
A COUPLE O' SHILLIN'S.

NOT IF IT WAS TO SAVE
THEIR OWN LIVES.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SON?

ALGERNON CARRUTHERS.

I KNEW BY THE LOOK OF YOU
YOU HAD MANNERS.

YOU'D SEND
A COUPLE O' SHILLIN'S.

YOU'D LOOK
AFTER YOUR MOTHER.

Francie: LOOK, MISSUS,

WILL YOU STOP TALKIN'
ABOUT MOTHERS

AND GET ME THEM CHIPS?

I REALLY DO NOT HAVE TIME
TO TALK TO WOMEN WITH BEARDS

ABOUT MOTHERS,
IF YOU DON'T MIND.

THAT'S ONE SHILLING,
ALGERNON.

THERE YOU GO.

I'M OFF.

BYE.

SMOKED COD AND CHIPS.

ALL RIGHT, SIR.

OH!

YOU PEOPLE
HAVE SMALL LIVES.

YOU ARE UNABLE
TO GRASP THE IMPORTANCE

OF TODAY'S EVENTS.

Francie: THERE WAS ONE
OF THEM ALIENS.

HE HAD A HUMAN BODY HE STOLE
OFF A SNOTTY-NOSED DOCTOR,

BUT YOU KNEW BY THE CUT
OF HIM THAT, INSIDE,

HE WAS MRS. NUGENT.

NAH. ONLY JOKIN'.

INSIDE, HE WAS
A FAT GREEN BLOB

WITH ARMS LIKE AN OCTOPUS
AND HIS FACE ALL SCALES.

AAH!

AH! DAVE!

OHH! AAH!

AAH! AAH! AAH!

COME ON,
YOU ALIEN BASTARDS!

ONE BOMB IS ALL IT TAKES.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]

IT'S £2, 10 FOR
THE IRISH COTTAGE, SONNY.

Francie: THE THING ABOUT
RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME

IS YOU CAN'T BRING
YOUR MOTHER WITH YOU.

IT'D BE GRAND IF YOU COULD,
BUT I'M SORRY, OLD BEAN,

THAT'S JUST
NOT THE WAY IT IS.

I HOPE YOUR MOTHER
LIKES THE PRESENT, SON.

DON'T WORRY, SHE WILL.

THE GOOD LORD
DOES HIS HARVESTING

AND FORGETS NO ONE.

TRUE ENOUGH.

[BELL TOLLS]

YOU'D BEST
GET OFF HERE, SON.

AH.

THANKS, ANYWAY.

GOOD LORD
DOES HIS HARVESTING

AND FORGETS NO ONE.

AH, GOD
LOVE YA, SON.

MA.

MA.

MA!

JOE.

JOE.

FRANCIE,
WHERE WERE YA?

LOOK WHAT I GOT HER, JOE.

LOOK WHAT I GOT HER.

WELL, YOUR MOTHER'S
WITH OUR LADY NOW, FRANCIE,

AND SHE'LL LOOK AFTER HER,

AND SHE'LL LOOK AFTER
YOU, TOO, FRANCIE,

IF YOU PRAY TO HER
EVERY DAY.

GOOD BOY.

AHH, BENNY.

BENNY.

GET A GOOD REST
FOR YOURSELF NOW, EH?

AND MAKE SURE FRANCIE
GETS A GOOD REST.

GOD BLESS.

THEY FOUND HER AT
THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER

NEAR THE MADHOUSE.

WASN'T ENOUGH TO
PUT HER THERE, WAS IT?

YOU HAD TO WRECK
HER FUNERAL, TOO.

YOU CAN DO ONE BAD THING,
CAN'T YOU, JOE?

YOU CAN DO ONE BAD THING,

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

EVERYONE'S GONNA SAY,
"HE DID IT. IT'S HIM.

HE DID THE BAD THING."

NO, AND EVEN
IF THEY DID SAY THAT,

WHAT WE SAY
IS THAT WE DON'T CARE.

WE'RE TOO BUSY.

THAT'S WHAT
WE WOULD SAY.

WE'D SAY,
"EXCUSE US.

WE'RE TOO BUSY."

YEAH, AND WE'D SAY,
"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS."

I HOPE HE'S PROUD
OF HIMSELF NOW, THE PIG,

AFTER WHAT HE'S DONE
TO HIS POOR MOTHER.

Francie:
MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC.

WHAT'S THAT PHILLIP NUGENT
GOT TO DO WITH MUSIC?

NOTHING. THAT'S WHAT.

THAT'S SOME MUSIC CASE,
PHILLIP.

FRANCIE, I HAVE TO GO.
I'M LATE.

PHILLIP, DO YOU LIKE ME?

YES, BUT I HAVE TO GO.

'CAUSE I LIKE YOU.

I THINK
YOU'RE A SMASHING CHAP.

YOU THINK I'M
A SMASHING CHAP, PHILLIP?

YES.

EXCUSE ME, PHILLIP,
BUT DO YOU MEAN, "OH, YES"?

YES.

GO ON, THEN. SAY IT.

SAY WHAT?

FOR GOD'S SAKE, PHILLIP,

JUST SAY, "OH, YES! I THINK
YOU ARE A SMASHING CHAP."

OH, YES, I THINK YOU
ARE A SMASHING CHAP.

I KNOW I AM, PHILLIP,
AND THAT IS SOME MUSIC CASE.

THINK I COULD HAVE
A LOOK AT IT?

I DON'T KNOW.
MY MOTHER SAYS--

I DON'T THINK I LIKE
YOU NOW, PHILLIP.

NO, FRANCIE, HERE.
TAKE IT.

YOU CAN HAVE IT.

THANK YOU, PHILLIP.

YOU REALLY
ARE A SMASHING CHAP.

YOU KNOW, I MAY BE
A [SNORT] PIG,

BUT I CAN
STILL BE YOUR FRIEND,

NO MATTER
WHAT MRS. NUGE SAYS.

YES, FRANCIE.

WHAT AM I, PHILLIP?

YOU REALLY
ARE A SMASHING CHAP.

THANK YOU.

YOU KNOW, I'M SORRY
I STOLE YOUR COMICS,

BUT NOW THAT WE'RE GETTIN' ON
LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE,

I'M GONNA GIVE THEM
BACK TO YA.

ARE YOU, FRANCIE?

ON ONE CONDITION.

YOU DON'T TELL ANYBODY
WHERE YOU GOT THEM, OK?

OK.

OK, LET'S GO, PARTNER.

Francie: OOH, IT WAS DARK
INSIDE THAT CHICKEN HOUSE

WITH ALL THEM CHICKS
GOIN' "BARBLE, BARBLE,"

AND PHILLIP GOIN', "OOH,
FRANCIE, IT'S DARK IN HERE."

OOH, FRANCIE,
IT'S DARK IN HERE.

IT SURE IS, PHILLIP.
DON'T WORRY.

IT'LL BE WORTH IT WHEN
YOU SEE THOSE COMICS.

FRANCIE, IS THAT
WHERE THEY ARE?

RIGHT HERE.

NO! FRANCIE! NO!

FRANCIE, WHY?

WHY ARE YOU
DOING THIS TO ME?

DON'T SAY NOTHIN',

OR IT'S GONNA BE WORSE
FROM NOW ON!

YOU WON'T
SAY NOTHIN', RIGHT?

YES, FRANCIE!

YOU'VE DONE IT NOW!

YOU'VE REALLY GONE
AND DONE IT NOW!

BUT, JOE, I MISSED HIM.

I ONLY PRETENDED
TO HIT HIM.

YOU DID LIKE FUCK!

PHILLIP, YOU'RE GONNA
GO HOME AND TELL YOUR MOTHER

THAT YOU FELL
OUT OF THE APPLE TREE.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

BECAUSE WE'VE HAD HER COMIN'
AFTER US BEFORE,

AND WE DON'T WANT IT AGAIN!

DO YOU HEAR ME?

YES, JOE.

JESUS, FRANCIE, WHY
DIDN'T YOU LET ME KNOW?!

I'M SORRY, JOE.

GET IN THERE!

AND KNEEL DOWN,
WILL YA?

AAH!

YOU GOT TO PROMISE,
FRANCIE.

YOU GOT TO SWEAR

BY THE BLOOD
OF THE APACHE

THAT YOU'LL NEVER
GO NEAR HIM AGAIN!

I SWEAR, JOE.

BY THE BLOOD
OF THE APACHE.

BY THE BLOOD
OF THE APACHE.

NOW GIVE ME YOUR HAND.

GIVE ME YOUR HAND!

AAH! JOE!

WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR?

AH! AH! JESUS.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
GIVE ME YOUR HAND,

WILL YA?

GIVE ME YOUR HAND,
WILL YA?

BLOOD BROTHERS, FRANCIE,

UNTIL THE END OF TIME!

UNTIL THE END
OF TIME, JOE.

AS LONG AS YOU SWEAR

NEVER TO
GO NEAR HIM AGAIN.

I WON'T, JOE.

BLOOD BROTHERS, FRANCIE.

BLOOD BROTHERS, JOE.

[YELLING UNDERWATER]

HEY, FISH!

FISH!

FUCK OFF!

NOW, FISH.

Francie: WELL, THE FISH
FUCKED OFF, ALL RIGHT,

BUT MRS. NUGENT DIDN'T.

HER AND HER
2 BOGMAN BROTHERS

CAME ALONG
TO TEACH ME A LESSON.

BY CRIPES, I'LL HOLD
HIM DOWN TILL HE DROWNS!

WE'VE NO ARGUMENT
AGAINST YOU, PURCELL,

BUT THAT LITTLE BLEEDER HAS
ME SISTER'S NERVES IN TATTERS.

TAKE PHILLIP'S COMICS,
WOULD YA?

YOU'D GO FOR HIM
ON YOUR OWN, HUH?

YOU'LL NEVER TOUCH A NUGENT
AGAIN, I SWEAR.

THAT'S THE END
OF YOUR GALLOP!

COME ON, BOY.

COME ON, WILL YA?
WAKE UP.

FRANCIE.

A LITTLE GULP OF WATER
NEVER HURT ANYBODY.

Second man:
YA DONE IT NOW. COME ON!

COME ON!

JESUS! WHAT HAS
SHE GOT US INTO NOW?

IT WASN'T MY IDEA.

LOOK WHAT YOU DONE!

FRANCIE, PLEASE!

OH, FRANCIE,
PLEASE, FRANCIE.

PLEASE, FRANCIE!

COME ON, PLEASE!

PLEASE.

THAT'S A LESSON, JOE.

NEVER TRUST
THAT PHILLIP NUGENT.

OH, JESUS! WHAT THE HELL
DID YOU DO THAT FOR?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

YOU KNOW, MRS. NUGENT.
I HAVE EARS, YOU KNOW.

I SAID,
WHAT DO YOU WANT?

YOU SEE, I JUST
HAVE TO SEE PHILLIP.

PHILLIP
IS DOIN' HIS LESSONS.

TELL HIM IT'S
A VERY IMPORTANT MATTER,

MRS. NUGENT.

PHILLIP, AMAZING FACTS!

THE MOON--
90 MILLION MILES AWAY!

AND THE COLORADO BEETLE.

DID YOU EVER HEAR
OF HIM, MRS. NUGENT?

NO, I DIDN'T.

WATCH OUT FOR HIM,
MRS. NUGENT.

HE'S A DISASTER!

BEWARE OF THE COLORADO
BEETLE, PHILLIP!

AND YOU THINK
PIGS ARE BAD?

THERE'S DAMN THE HELL
WRONG WITH PIGS!

AT LEAST HE WOULDN'T
EAT YOUR HOUSE AND YOU.

[SNORTING AND SNARLING]

YOU SEE, MRS. NUGENT,
A PIG JUST CAN'T DO IT.

[SNORTING]

CAKES!

OOH!

PHILLIP, JUST WHERE
HAVE YOU BEEN?

YOUR UNCLES GAVE ME
A RIGHT GOIN' OVER.

GET OUT! GET OUT!

Francie: WELL, I NEVER SEEN
SUCH PUSHIN' AND SHOVIN'

AS WENT ON THAT DAY.

THEY WERE ABOUT THE WORST
PUSHERS I HAD EVER SEEN.

MRS. NUGENT,
I JUST DON'T KNOW

WHAT I'M GONNA
DO WITH YOU.

[HONK HONK]

Francie: IT WAS THE CAKES
THAT CLINCHED IT.

I DIDN'T KNOW MRS. NUGENT
WAS A BUN WOMAN, TOO.

MRS. NUGENT,

THE MOST FAMOUS BUN WOMAN
OF ALL TIME, I DO BELIEVE.

Francie:
WELCOME TO NUGENT'S,

MR. FRANCIE BRADY!

THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

IT GIVES ME GREAT PLEASURE
TO BE STANDIN' HERE

ON THESE BLACK
AND WHITE TILES

IN THE SCULLERY
OF MRS. NUGENT'S!

Francie: OH, NOT AT ALL,
FRANCIE.

WE'RE DELIGHTED
TO HAVE YOU.

NOW, YOU MUST MEET EVERYONE.

SURE, DON'T
I KNOW THEM ALL?

YOUR HUSBAND,
MR. 10-TON HOPPITY BOLLOCKS!

AND YOUR SON...PHILLIP!

AAH!

I'M GONNA HAVE TO HAND IT
TO YOU, MRS. NUGENT.

WHEN IT COMES
TO POLISHING--FLIES! OHH!

NOT IN YOUR HOUSE,
MRS. NUGENT.

ANY CAKES
UNDER LOCK AND KEY,

WHERE MR. FLY AND HIS CRONIES
CAN'T GET AT THEM!

AH!

TV announcer: A SUBMARINE
BOMB EXPLODED IN A HARBOR

MIGHT AFFECT A CITY.

THE AFFECTED AREA
WOULD BE A POOR PICNIC SITE.

AMAZING FACTS.

Francie: BUT DO YOU THINK
THOSE NUGENTS

WOULD EVER PAY ATTENTION?

AMAZING FACTS
IS WASTED ON THAT LOT.

GOOD HEAVEN'S, PHILLIP,
YOU'RE NOT LISTENING.

RIGHT, THAT'S IT.
WRITE IT OUT 20 TIMES.

NOW, "PHILLIP IS A PIG."

* PHILLIP IS A PIG,
PHILLIP IS A PIG *

* PIG, PIG, PIG, PIG *

* PHILLIP IS A PIG... *

TV announcer: IT'S A BOMB!
DUCK AND COVER!

TONY KNOWS THE BOMB

CAN EXPLODE ANY TIME
OF THE YEAR, DAY OR NIGHT.

DUCK AND COVER!

WE MUST BE READY EVERY DAY,
ALL THE TIME.

IT'S A BOMB.

DUCK AND COVER.

DUCK AND COVER.

Francie: ALL RIGHT, THEN,
ENOUGH ABOUT BOMBS.

TODAY WE'RE GOIN'
TO DO THE FARMYARD.

NOW, CAN ANYONE TELL ME

WHAT ANIMALS
WE FIND IN THE FARMYARD?

COWS?

COWS. YES, INDEED.
WE DO FIND COWS.

SHEEP?

AND WHAT ELSE?

PIGS.

PIGS! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY
RIGHT, PHILLIP.

AND WHAT DO PIGS DO,
PHILLIP?

[SNORT]

THEY RUN ROUND
THE FARMYARD.

ANY TAKERS AT THE BACK?

GIVE US RASHERS?

WELL, THAT'S TRUE,

BUT THAT'S NOT
THE ANSWER I'M LOOKING FOR.

MRS. NUGENT,
I CAN TELL IT'S COMING.

THEY DO...

NO, MRS. NUGENT.
OUT WITH IT.

THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

WHAT DO PIGS DO?

HOW MANY TIMES
DO I HAVE TO GO OVER IT?

NOW, MRS. NUGENT,
DON'T BE SHY.

YOU CAN DO IT.

5...4...3...

2...

1...

[BOOM]

[SQUEALING]

AHH!

AH, MRS. NUGENT,
CATCH ANYTHING?

Francie:
WELL, THAT MRS. NUGENT.

HOW WAS I TO RUN
A PROPER PIG SCHOOL

WITH ALL
THESE INTERRUPTIONS?

DISGUSTING BOY!

DISGUSTING!

THANK CHRIST YOUR MOTHER
ISN'T HERE TO SEE THIS.

OH, SHE'S IN THE LAKE!
IT WAS ME WHO PUT HER THERE.

FRANCIE. IT WAS JUST
A MISTAKE, WASN'T IT?

YOU DIDN'T TOUCH
PHILLIP NUGENT, DID YA?

JOE, I'M INNOCENT.
I DIDN'T MEAN ANY HARM.

I JUST WANTED
A PIECE OF CAKE.

BLOOD BROTHERS, FRANCIE,
UNTIL THE END OF TIME!

UNTIL THE END
OF TIME, JOE. JOE!

JOE!

WHY DID YOU
HAVE TO DO IT, SON?

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO
THE LIKES OF THAT?

Francie: UP SHE ROSE
OUT OF NOWHERE,

THE HOUSE
WITH THE HAUNTED WINDOWS,

JUST LIKE THE ONE

WHERE DA AND ALO
SPENT ALL THOSE HAPPY DAYS,

AND WHAT'S GOOD ENOUGH
FOR DA AND ALO

MUST BE GOOD ENOUGH
FOR FRANCIE.

SO THIS IS THE FAMOUS
FRANCIE BRADY, HMM?

AYE, THAT'S RIGHT, FATHER.
THAT'S ME.

SPEAK WHEN
YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!

CHRIST, IF YOU
WERE ONE OF MINE,

I'D BREAK EVERY BONE
IN YOUR BODY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,
SERGEANT.

YOU'LL HAVE NO WORRIES
ABOUT THIS FELLA.

I'LL LOOK AFTER HIM.
GOD BLESS NOW.

RIGHT, FATHER.

BYE, SERGEANT. LOOK OUT
FOR THEM ROBBERS, NOW.

THAT'S ENOUGH
OUT OF YOU.

THEM ROBBERS.
YOU CAN'T BE UP TO THEM--

AAH!

WELL, WHAT DO YOU MAKE
OF YOUR NEW HOME, MR. BRADY?

IT'S GRAND.

GOOD ENOUGH
FOR PIGS.

YOU'LL FIND NO PIGS HERE.

THE INCREDIBLE
SCHOOL FOR PIGS.

HMM?

VERY WELL, THEN.

I'LL EXPECT YOU IN CHAPEL
FOR PRAYERS BEFORE TEA.

WE'RE HERE THE LONGEST
IN THIS SCHOOL,

ISN'T THAT RIGHT, BOYS?

THAT'S RIGHT.

ANYONE GIVES YOU TROUBLE,
YOU JUST COME TELL US.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT, BOYS?

THAT'S RIGHT.

SO DOES THAT MEAN
YOUSE'LL PROTECT ME?

AYE.AYE.
AYE.

THE GREAT AL CAPONE
BOUGHT MY PROTECTION RACKET.

WHO'S AL CAPONE?

WHO'S AL CAPONE?
WHO'S AL CAPONE?

HEY, BOYS.

WHAT?
WHAT?

WHAT DOES ONE FLEA
SAY TO ANOTHER?

I DON'T KNOW.

WILL WE WALK
OR TAKE THE DOG?

HA HA HA!

TAKE THE DOG!

WHERE DID YA
HEAR THAT JOKE?

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

ALGERNON CARRUTHERS.

PLEASED TO MEET YOU,
ALGERNON.

ANYONE ANNOYS YOU,
YOU TELL US,

'CAUSE WE'RE THE LONGEST
IN THIS SCHOOL.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,
FELLAS?

WELL, IF YOUSE
ARE GONNA PROTECT ME,

YOUSE BETTER FOLLOW ME.

Francie: WELL, I NEVER SEEN
ANYTHING LIKE THOSE BOGMEN,

THEIR BONY ASSES
COCKED IN THE AIR

LIKE THEY WERE CARRYIN'

AN INVISIBLE SACK
OF SPUDS AT THE BACK.

OUT WITH THE BACKSIDE,
UP WITH THE NOSE,

AND WE'LL KNOCK 7 DIFFERENT
KINDS OF SHITE

OUT OF ANYONE WHO LAYS
A FINGER ON FRANCIE BRADY.

COME ON, BOYS.

Francie: WELL, IT WAS SURE
GOOD IN THAT OLD SCHOOL--

ALL IN LINE LIKE APACHES

AND FATHER BUBBLES WITH THE
BIG RED COUNTRY FACE ON HIM

LIKE A BEAUTY-OF-BATH APPLE
FROM THE WALKIN',

AND ME
GIVIN' THE BOGMEN LESSONS

IN HOW TO TALK
LIKE AL CAPONE.

OK, BOGMEN, LET'S HEAR
SOME OF THAT AL CAPONE LINGO.

THOSE GUYS EVER COME
ROUND HERE AGAIN,

WE'LL KICK
THEIR ARSES

INTO THEIR NECKS.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,
FRANCIE?

NO! WE'LL RUB THEM OUT,
I TOLD YA!

NO, I TOLD YA,
YOU BOLLOCKS, YA.

HEY, SHUT
YOUR MOUTH!

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL
ARE YOU AT?

I WANT TO SEE THE FOUR OF YA
IN MY OFFICE AFTER TEA.

AND YOU STACK THEM
PROPERLY, YOU FOOL, YOU.

OH, THAT'S GREAT WORK,
FRANCIE.

AH, YOU'D NEVER
BE FINISHED,

YOU KNOW THAT,
FATHER.

OH, NOW.

[SNORING]

Francie: AS SOON
AS THE LIGHTS WENT OUT,

WHEEZE, WHEEZE, WHEEZE.

SLEEP FOR THEM,
BUT NOT FOR FRANCIE BRADY.

A SAINT IN EVERY WINDOWSILL

SNORIN' 10
TO THE DOZEN, TOO.

QUIT BREATHIN',
YOUSE BASTARDS!

Francie:
"OH, FRANCIE BRADY,"

JESUS WAS SAYIN',
"ISN'T IT A TERRIBLE PITY?"

ISN'T WHAT
A TERRIBLE PITY?

OOH, AH, AH...

I'M ONLY SAYIN', HE SAYS.

NO. YOU DIDN'T ANSWER ME.
ISN'T WHAT A TERRIBLE PITY?

OH, NOTHIN'.
I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

DID YOU, PATRICK?

NO, NO. IT MUST
HAVE BEEN GABRIEL.

HE SAYS,
FUCK OFF, WILL YOUSE?

NOW, MIND YOUR LANGUAGE,
PLEASE, FRANCIE.

YOU THINK THEY'D
GET THEIR SHOES DIRTY?

OH, NO. OH, NO.

WALKIN' AROUND
IN THEIR BLACK SKIRTS

AND THEIR
PENGUIN COLORS.

LET THEM CUT THEIR
OWN GRASS VERGES.

THAT'S A HARDY DAY,
ISN'T IT?

THINK THEY'D DO IT? NO.

BUT THEY'RE QUICK ENOUGH
TO ANNOY ME

WHEN THEY
TAKE THE NOTION.

"OOH, YOU MISSED
A BIT HERE," HE SAYS.

"YOU MISSED
A BIT THERE."

FUCK HIM
AND HIS GRASS VERGES.

ME THAT FOUGHT
WITH MICHAEL COLLINS

IN THE TROUBLED TIMES.

WHICH COLLINS
WAS THAT NOW?

AH, THERE YOU ARE,
JIMMY.

I WAS JUST WONDERING

ABOUT THIS GRASS
VERGE OVER HERE

AT THE SIDE, HMM?

OH, AYE, SURELY, FATHER.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT?

WASN'T I ABOUT TO CUT IT
THIS VERY MINUTE?

WELL, YOU HAVE TO
KEEP ON TOP OF THEM.

YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO LET
THEM GO FOR A MINUTE.

NO, YOU CANNOT,
INDEED, FATHER.

Francie: WELL, THEM BOGMEN
LIKED THEIR PORRIDGE,

THEY CERTAINLY DID.

MIND YOU, THE OLD SCHOOL
WASN'T THAT BAD,

AND IT WAS THE BEST SCHOOL
IN THE WORLD

THE DAY THAT OLD LETTER
CAME FROM JOE.

YOU KNOW WHERE
I MET JOE FIRST?

JOE WHO?

WHO DO YOU THINK?

JOE PURCELL!

I DON'T KNOW
ANY JOE PURCELL.

MAN, BUT
YOU'RE A BOGMAN.

JOE PURCELL, THE BOY
WHO WROTE THIS LETTER.

I NEVER GET ANY LETTERS.

WELL, AREN'T YOUSE
GONNA ASK ME?

ASK YOU WHAT?

WHERE I MET HIM FIRST?

WHERE DID YOU
MEET HIM FIRST?

IT WAS AT THE FOUNTAIN.

IT WAS AT THE FOUNTAIN.

THERE AREN'T ANY FOUNTAINS
ROUND OUR WAY.

Francie: "DEAR FRANCIE,
YOU IDIOT.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOIN'?

"WERE YOU TRYIN' TO BURN
DOWN THE NUGENTS' HOUSE?

"THERE'S ALL SORTS
OF STORIES ABOUT YA.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO
LAY OFF PHILLIP.

PHILLIP ISN'T THAT BAD."

AT FIRST I THOUGHT
IT WAS A JOKE.

JOE SAYIN' PHILLIP WON
A GOLDFISH AT THE CARNIVAL

AND GAVE IT TO HIM.

PHILLIP AT THE CARNIVAL
WITH JOE?

I KNEW IT WAS A JOKE,

BUT THEN I SAYS,
MAYBE IT WASN'T.

MAYBE PHILLIP
DID WIN A GOLDFISH,

AND, WORST OF ALL,
MAYBE JOE TOOK IT.

"TIMES ARE TOUGH,
JIMMY," HE SAYS.

A SHILLING RISE
IS ALL HE COULD MANAGE.

MAYBE NEXT YEAR.

FUCKIN' SKY PILOT!

I'D GIVE THEM THAT!

SEE? HUH?

IF YOU WERE FRIENDS
WITH SOMEONE

AND THIS OTHER PERSON
GAVE YOU A GOLDFISH,

THE OTHER PERSON
YOU WERE FRIENDS WITH,

WOULD YOU TAKE IT?

IF WHO GAVE IT TO YA?

THE OTHER FELLA.

OH, BEDAD NOW,
I WOULDN'T KNOW.

I WOULDN'T KNOW
MUCH ABOUT GOLDFISHES,

IN THE HEEL OF THE HUNT
TO BE STRAIGHT WITH YA.

OK.

IT DOESN'T MATTER
ANYWAY.

Francie: I THOUGHT
ABOUT IT FOR A WHILE,

AND THEN I SAYS I WON'T
THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN.

I WON'T, I WON'T, I WON'T.

THERE WON'T BE NO MORE
ABOUT GOLDFISH

AND CARNIVALS FOR ME.

GOLDFISH AND CARNIVALS,
THE END.

I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU'RE
LEARNING MANNERS, FRANCIE.

THANK YOU, FATHER.

OH, NOW...

AND SO I'VE SEEN THEM
ALL COME AND GO

SINCE THE VERY FIRST DAY
I CAME HERE

AS A FRESH
YOUNG CURATE MYSELF.

THERE'S OUR FOUNDER,
FRANCIE, NOW, FATHER CLEARY.

IS IT NOW, INDEED,
FATHER?

Francie: WAS IT HIM
THAT FOUNDED THE SCHOOL

FOR BOGMEN
WITH BONY ASSES, I SAYS.

I DID LIKE FUCK.

FATHER CLEARY
HAD A SAYING.

NO BOY IS SO BAD

THAT YOU CAN'T FIND A SCRAP
OF GOODNESS IN HIM.

MM-HMM.

Francie: BUT WHAT DID JOE
HAVE TO TAKE IT FOR?

WHY? WHY? WHY?
WHY DIDN'T HE SAY,

"SORRY, PHILLIP,
YOU CAN KEEP YOUR GOLDFISH.

YOU'RE NOTHIN'
TO DO WITH US."

THEN IT CAME TO ME.

JOE ONLY TOOK THE GOLDFISH

SO THERE WOULD BE PEACE
BETWEEN US ALL.

AND WHEN I CAME HOME,
ME AND JOE

WOULD JUST CARRY ON
THE WAY WE HAD.

THE DEVIL MAKES WORK
FOR IDLE HANDS,

YOU SEE, FRANCIE.

AND THERE'S
NO FLITTER OF BADNESS

THAT GOOD,
FRESH COUNTRY AIR

AND HARD WORK
CAN'T CURE.

Francie: AND THAT WAS
THE END OF THE GOLDFISH.

BECAUSE, FROM NOW ON,
I WAS GOING TO BE GOOD,

AND IF ANYONE WAS LOOKING
FOR FRANCIE THE BAD BASTARD,

THEY WOULDN'T FIND HIM,
BECAUSE HE WAS BUSY GETTIN'

THE "FRANCIE NOT A BAD
BASTARD ANYMORE" DIPLOMA.

AND SOON I WOULD BE OUT,
AND WHERE WOULD I BE THEN?

RIGHT AT THE FOUNTAIN

WITH THE ONE AND ONLY
JOE PURCELL,

KING OF ALL TIME.

WHEN I SEE YOU OUT THERE
IN THE BOG, FRANCIE,

BENDING YOUR BACK,

I KNOW THERE'S
GOODNESS IN YOU.

BUT, FATHER...

YES, FRANCIE?

DO YOU KNOW WHAT
I'D LIKE TO DO BETTER

THAN CUTTIN' TURF
AND GRASS VERGES?

WHAT, FRANCIE?

I'D LIKE TO BE
AN ALTAR BOY, FATHER.

BEGOD, FRANCIE...

YOU'RE FULL
OF SURPRISES, HUH?

Francie:
AND THE FRANCIE BRADY

"NOT A BAD BASTARD ANYMORE"
AWARD GOES TO...

BEGOD! I THINK
IT'S FRANCIE BRADY.

AND SO IT WAS THAT
THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY

APPEARED TO 3 SMALL CHILDREN
WHO WERE CHOSEN BY HER,

3 BEAUTIFUL LITTLE
SERVANTS OF GOD

CHOSEN TO DELIVER
HER SPECIAL MESSAGE,

FOR SHE KNEW
THAT THE SOUL OF A CHILD

IS THE PUREST OF ALL.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

WHAT IS IT?

WHAT THE HELL
IS GOING ON HERE?

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT,
FRANCIE?

GET BACK TO WORK
WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO!

GET BACK TO WORK
WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO!

DID SHE SPEAK TO YOU,
FRANCIS?

NO. SHE JUST LOOKED.

I THINK SHE MIGHT SPEAK
THE NEXT TIME.

OH, FRANCIS...

I THINK YOU'VE UNLOCKED
SOMETHING VERY PRECIOUS.

THANK YOU, FATHER.

COME ON INSIDE.
TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT.

SO YOU'VE UNLOCKED SOMETHING
VERY PRECIOUS, HAVE YA?

THE OLD BOLLOCKS.

THE BALUBAS DIDN'T
GIVE 'EM HALF ENOUGH.

THE BALUBAS?

YEAH, THE BALUBAS.

THEY HAD THEIR CLOTHES
AND ALL OFF

FROM OVER IN AFRICA

AND IN THE COOKING POT
ABOUT TO LIGHT THE STICKS

WHEN THE ARMY COME.

YOU DON'T THINK HE WAS
LIKE THAT ALL HIS LIFE, DO YA?

[SPITS]

FRESH DAY, FRANCIE.

GOOD BOY.

HELLO, FRANCIE.

HELLO, OUR LADY.

HOW ARE THINGS?

UH, NOT SO BAD,

BUT I WAS A BIT WORRIED
THERE FOR A WHILE.

BUT I'M OK NOW.

WORRIED, FRANCIE?

WHAT WERE YOU
WORRIED ABOUT?

THE GOLDFISH.

THE GOLDFISH?

WHAT GOLDFISH, FRANCIE?

THE GOLDFISH
PHILLIP GAVE TO JOE.

OH.

FRANCIE, YOU KNOW
YOU SHOULDN'T WORRY

ABOUT THOSE THINGS.

JOE'S YOUR FRIEND,
ISN'T HE?

YES, OUR LADY.

OF COURSE HE IS.

OF COURSE HE IS.

YOU KNOW, THERE'S
A PARTICULAR REASON

WHY SHE CHOSE YOU,
FRANCIE.

IT'S BECAUSE
YOU'RE SO SPECIAL.

WORRYING MY HEAD
ABOUT GOLDFISH.

SHE SAYS
I'VE NO SENSE.

A YOUNG FELLA LIKE YOU
WITH HIS LIFE BEFORE HIM?

WHAT CALL HAVE YOU
TO BE WORRIED?

FRANCIS.

YES, FATHER?

WOULD YOU TELL ME
ABOUT IT AGAIN?

THE FIRST TIME
YOU SAW HER.

WELL, THE FIRST TIME
THERE WAS THIS PERFUME,

AND THEN THERE
WAS THIS SMELL.

I DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT IT WAS

UNTIL THESE ROSE PETALS

STARTED FALLING
OUT OF THE SKY.

Francie: SO, THERE I AM,
TELLING HIM THE STORY,

AND THE NEXT THING, HIS HAND
IS JIGGLING IN HIS POCKET.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE,
FATHER TIDDLY?

PAY ATTENTION. YOU'RE WORSE
THAN THE BLOODY NUGENTS.

THIS IS AMAZING FACTS ABOUT
OUR LADY I'M TELLING YOU,

AND YOU'RE
JIGGLING AWAY THERE.

COME ON, DEAR.
WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT?

THE NEXT THING,
HE BENDS OVER SHAKING.

I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA
BREAK INTO 2 HALVES.

I'D BE IN A RIGHT FIX
IF THAT HAPPENED.

JUST WHAT IS ONE HALF
OF FATHER TIDDLY

DOING OVER BY THE BOOKCASE

AND THE OTHER HALF
ON THE FLOOR?

DON'T YOU BE BOTHERIN'
YOUR HEAD ABOUT IT, FATHER.

COME OUT FROM
UNDER THOSE HANDS NOW.

[WHIMPERING]

WHAT I DON'T KNOW IS WHY
DOES SHE NEVER APPEAR TO US?

MAYBE IT'S ONLY TO FELLAS
CALLED FRANCIE.

WHAT, DO YOU THINK SHE'S
NOTHING BETTER TO DO

THAN APPEAR TO
MUCKSAVAGE BOLLOCKSES

LIKE YOU?

*

*

[DOOR OPENS]

HERE'S THE BOY NOW.

COMING ALONG GRAND
HE IS, TOO.

UP AT 7:00 EVERY MORNING
SERVING MASS.

HE'S A CREDIT,
MR. BRADY.

Francie: THERE WAS DA
IN HIS AL CAPONE COAT.

HOW ARE YOU, FATHER?

NO, THAT'S NOT A BOTTLE
OF WHISKEY IN ME POCKET.

I KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE MYSELF.

SURE, WASN'T I IN A HOME
LIKE THIS WITH ALO

ALL THOSE YEARS AGO?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

THEY'RE LOVEBIRDS,
FRANCIE.

ALO WAS RIGHT,
YOU KNOW.

DON'T TALK ABOUT ALO.

THERE WAS NO ROWS
THOSE DAYS.

NO WHISKEY, NOTHING.

THE WAR WAS JUST OVER,
AND EVERYONE WAS HAPPY.

BUT ALO WAS ONLY
HALF RIGHT, FRANCIE.

I MET HER 3 TIMES
IN BUNDORAN,

AND ALWAYS IN
THE BOARDINGHOUSE

OVER THE WAVES,

WHERE THERE WAS MUSIC
IN THE EVENING.

SHUT UP.

SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

I JUST STARTED A BRASS BAND
AT THE TIME, FRANCIE,

THE TIME I MET
EDDIE CALVERT.

SOMETIMES YOU GET
TO THINKING, SON,

ABOUT THE OLD DAYS.

WELL, THEY'RE GONE.

THE PAIR OF US

LIKE A COUPLE
OF YOUNGSTERS...

"YOU PUT YOUR HEAD IN,
BENNY," HE SAYS.

CAN YOU IMAGINE ME
AS TARZAN?

McGLONE EGGIN' HER ON.

THERE WAS NO WHISKEY
THEN, SON.

ONLY THE SEA
AND THE WAVES.

WE SAID THE ROSARY
ON THE ROCKS,

US AND THE McGLONES.

WE SAID THE ROSARY
ON THE ROCKS.

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT
THE ROSARY ON THE ROCKS.

WASN'T ALWAYS
LIKE THIS, SON.

YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH
I LOVED THAT WOMAN.

"MAY THE CURSE OF CHRIST
LIGHT UPON YE, YA BITCH.

"THE DAY I TOOK YOU OUT OF
THAT HOLE OF A SHOP IN DERRY

WAS A BITTER ONE FOR ME."

I CAME HERE
TO SEE YA, SON.

IF ONLY YOU KNEW.

YOU HAVE NO SON.

YOU PUT ME IN A HOME
LIKE HER.

WHAT DID I DO?

WHAT DID I DO?

I LOVED YOU LIKE NO FATHER
EVER LOVED A SON, FRANCIE.

Francie: IT WAS HARD
FOR HIM TO SAY IT.

I COULD BARELY HEAR HIM.

IT WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER
IF HE DREW OUT AND HIT ME.

WELL, FRANCIS,

THAT WAS
A NICE SURPRISE.

SURE. IF YOU CAN'T
HAVE A BIT OF A LAUGH,

WHAT CAN YOU HAVE?
ISN'T THAT RIGHT?

THAT'S RIGHT, FATHER.

YOU'D NEVER BELIEVE
THIS, FRANCIE,

BUT MY OWN MOTHER

HAD A BONNET
NEARLY THE VERY SAME.

IS THAT RIGHT?

YEAH.

YEAH. IT HAD
RIBBONS, TOO.

FRANCIE...

DID YOUR MOTHER
WEAR A BONNET?

NO.

SHE ONLY WORE SCARVES.

JUST SCARVES.

WELL, SHE MUST'VE WORN
A BONNET SOMETIMES.

ARE YOU SURE
SHE DIDN'T WEAR ONE?

MAYBE AT CHRISTMAS
OR EASTER.

OH, SHE MUST HAVE.

NO, SHE DIDN'T WEAR
BONNETS, FATHER.

I ALWAYS LIKED A BONNET.

A BONNET IS NICE.

I SAID SHE DIDN'T
WEAR BONNETS, FATHER.

DID SHE WEAR RIBBONS
LIKE THIS?

LITTLE RIBBONS
COMING DOWN HERE.

FRANCIE, I WANT YOU
TO TELL ME NOW

THE WORST THING
YOU EVER DONE.

I DID NOTHIN' BAD.

SOMETHING SO BAD,
SO AWFUL

YOU WOULDN'T TELL
YOUR OWN MOTHER.

WHAT DID I DO
THAT'S SO BAD?

YOU BASTARD!

I DID NOTHIN'
BAD!

GOD FORGIVE US.

WELL, BY CHRIST,
YOU'RE THE GOOD ONE.

IT'S ONLY A PITY

YOU DIDN'T CUT THE
TODGER OFF HIM ENTIRELY.

THEM AND THEIR GRASS
FUCKIN' VERGES.

THEY'RE SHITTIN'
THEMSELVES NOW,

IN CASE THE NEWSPAPERS
HEAR ABOUT IT.

BE CHRIST, FRANCIE.

THERE HASN'T BEEN
AS MUCH CRACK ROUND HERE

SINCE BULL McQUAID
RODE THE GOAT.

HERE WE ARE.

A GREAT MAN.

A WONDERFUL MAN.

BUT WE ALL HAVE
OUR PROBLEMS, DON'T WE?

THE PRIESTHOOD
IS A LONELY LOT,

AND THERE'S NOT ONE
OF US THAT'S PERFECT.

FATHER SULLIVAN WAS
A GREAT MAN, YOU KNOW.

THE NIGHT
HE WENT IN THE MISSION,

I REMEMBER IT WELL,

SO HE HAD US IN STITCHES
LAUGHING, YOU KNOW?

FATHER...

YES, FRANCIE?

I WANT ONE OF THESE
CUSTARD CREAMS.

YOU CAN, FRANCIE.
TAKE 2. THEY'RE SMALL.

TAKE 2, THEY'RE SMALL.

UH...HA HA!

HA HA HA!

SURE, A BIT OF A LAUGH
NOW AND THEN

IS WHAT MOST OF US NEED,
I SUPPOSE.

BUT FATHER SULLIVAN NOW WILL
BE OFF TO SOME SPEND TIME

WITH HIS SISTER IN DUBLIN.

AFTER A REST, SURE, HE'LL
BE RIGHT AS RAIN AGAIN.

FATHER, THESE ARE GRAND
CUSTARD CREAMS.

FRANCIE, THERE'S SOMETHING
I WANT TO TELL YOU NOW,

AND, WELL, I DON'T WANT YOU
TO BREATHE IT TO A SOUL.

EH?

UM...

AHEM.

FATHER DOYLE WAS
JUST SAYING LAST NIGHT

HOW WELL YOU'RE
COMING ON, YOU KNOW.

AND I SUPPOSE REALLY
WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY

IS THAT, UH, YOU KNOW,
IF YOU KEEP THIS UP,

WELL, I WOULDN'T
BE SURPRISED

IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE
A LITTLE SURPRISE

AT THE END OF THE--

OH, BOY!

AT THE END OF THE WEEK,
REALLY, YOU KNOW?

Francie: POOR OLD BUBBLES.

WHAT HE WAS REALLY
TRYING TO SAY WAS,

FRANCIE, YOU CAN HAVE

THE FRANCIE "NOT A BAD
BASTARD ANYMORE" DIPLOMA

AS LONG AS YOU
GET OUT OF HERE

AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.

YOU'RE LIKE A FUNGUS
GROWING ON THE WALLS,

AND WE WANT THEM
WASHED CLEAN.

ISN'T THAT RIGHT,
FATHER BUBBLES? 'TIS, INDEED.

YOU'RE A TERROR FOR
THE CUSTARD CREAMS, HUH?

Francie: OFF I WENT,

RIDIN' DOWN THE FRESH,
CRUNCHY ROAD.

YEP, IT WAS SURE GOOD
TO BE BACK IN THAT TOWN.

YEE-HAH!

WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE, MISTER?

THAT'S OUR FOUNTAIN!

IS IT YOURS? IS IT?

YES. WE'RE
IN CHARGE OF IT.

ME AND BRANDY.

OK. I WON'T TOUCH IT
ANYMORE.

I RECKON, MISTER.

I'LL LET YOU GO
THIS TIME.

IT MIGHT BE
YOUR FOUNTAIN NOW,

BUT DO YOU KNOW WHO
IT USED TO BELONG TO?

NO. WHO?

ME AND JOE PURCELL,
THAT'S WHO.

WELL, YOU DON'T
OWN IT NOW.

WHO THE HELL
DOES HE THINK HE IS,

COMIN' IN HERE?

YEAH, TAKING OVER
OUR FOUNTAIN.

LET HIM GET HIS OWN
BLOODY FOUNTAIN.

WHY DID THEY LOCK YOU
IN THE BOILER HOUSE FOR?

THE BOILER HOUSE
WAS JUST ONE THING, JOE.

IT WAS JUST ONE THING.

BUT WHY DID THEY
LOCK YOU IN THERE?

I KNOW YOU'RE IN
A BIT OF A BAD MOOD, JOE.

IT'S THE THING WITH
THE GOLDFISH, ISN'T IT?

WHAT GOLDFISH?

WHAT GOLDFISH?

YOU'RE SOME MAN, JOE.
"WHAT GOLDFISH?"

THE THING ABOUT
THE GOLDFISH IS

THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER
IN THE SLIGHTEST.

JUST FORGET
ABOUT IT, OK?

OK.

OK, NOW, THE BOILER HOUSE--
WHY DID THEY LOCK ME IN THERE?

WELL, FATHER TIDDLY AND HIS
BLOODY MICKEY. WHY ELSE?

IMAGINE IT, JOE, A PRIEST
WANTING YOU TO WEAR BONNETS.

I SAID, "NO, FATHER.
NO BONNETS,

NOT UNTIL YOU FORK OUT
THE CHOCOLATES."

MAN, JOE, YOU SHOULD'VE
SEEN THE FACE ON HIM.

I'VE GOT TO GO NOW.

WHAT?

I HAVE ESSAYS TO DO.

ESSAYS?

WHATEVER THEY ARE.

WELL, I GUESS I'LL SEE YOU
ON SATURDAY, THEN.

JOE...

YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME
ABOUT FATHER TIDDLY

AND ALL THAT,
NOW, DID YA?

HEY, THAT WAS SOME LAUGH,
MAKING THAT UP.

IMAGINE IT, JOE, A PRIEST
WANTING TO DO THE LIKE OF THAT.

SOME HOPE, EH, JOE?

SOME HOPE.

THEY LOVED ME TONIGHT, SON.

[PLAYING SMOOTHLY]

Francie:
AND THERE WAS DA AGAIN,

PLAYING THAT LOVELY TRUMPET.

WHEN I HEARD HIM,
IT BROUGHT BACK MA

AND ALL
THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS,

LIKE SNOWDROPS AND ROSES
AND FLASH BARS,

AND ME AND JOE
BY THE LAKE,

AS IF GOLDFISH AND NUGENTS
HAD NEVER BEEN INVENTED.

I'M SORRY, SON.

I'M SORRY.

[COUGHING]

DA. DA.

LEDDY WANTS YOU
TO START TOMORROW, SON.

[SQUEALING]

[GUNSHOT]

I CAN HELP IF YOU LIKE,
MR. LEDDY.

NOT NOW, SON.

YOU JUST CLEAN UP AROUND.
LEAVE THIS TO ME.

[SQUIRT]

THEY DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU
DO THAT TO 'EM, MR. LEDDY.

WHAT, SON?

CUT THEIR THROAT.

INDEED, THEY DO NOT.

NOT ONE BIT.

AH, HELLO, LADIES.

WELL, WOULD YOU
LOOK AT WHO'S HERE.

FRANCIE, YOU'RE BACK.

WE THINK YOU WERE
AT THE SCHOOL.

AH. ALL OVER NOW,
LADIES.

FRANCIE BRADY,
BACK IN ACTION.

KNOW WHAT IT IS,
FRANCIE?

I THINK
YOU'RE GETTING BIG.

HE IS, INDEED,

HIM WITH
THE BIG JOB AND ALL.

FRANCIE BRADY,
THE BUTCHER BOY.

Woman: AH, FRANCIE,
YOU'RE A TICKET.

WHAT KIND OF TICKET WOULD
THAT BE, NOW, LADIES, HUH?

A BUS TICKET MAYBE,
YEAH? YEAH?

MAYBE A TRAIN TICKET!

OR A ONE-WAY TICKET,
AM I?

IS THAT WHAT I AM?

I HAD YOU THERE, LADIES,
HADN'T I?

A TICKET! HAH!

A TICKET.

YES, ALL RIGHT,
A TICKET.

HA HA HA!

THERE'S ONE PIG THAT'S COME
TO THE END OF THE ROAD ANYWAY.

SHE WAS AN AWFUL WOMAN,
YOUR MOTHER.

THE SQUEALS OF HER
IN THE WATER.

SQUEALING, DA?

AND THE McGLONES LAUGHING
THEIR HEADS OFF AT US.

HERE, DA.
HAVE SOME MORE TEA.

YOU'RE THE BEST WEE SON
THAT EVER WAS, FRANCIE.

[COUGHING]

SQUEALING HER HEAD OFF!

FRANCIE, WHERE'D
YOU GET THE MONEY?

FROM LEDDY.

I'M A WORKING MAN
NOW, JOE.

SAVING UP FOR A MILLION
TRILLION FLASH BARS.

BUT THE THING IS, JOE,

THE MAIN THING IS,

THINGS WILL BE ALWAYS
LIKE THE OLD DAYS.

AH, MAYBE.

NO MAYBES ABOUT IT, JOE.

GO ON. SAY IT THE WAY
YOU USED TO SAY IT.

SAY WHAT?

OK, FELLAS,
WE'RE RIDIN' OUT!

OK, FELLAS,
WE'RE RIDIN' OUT!

DEATH TO ALL DOGS
WHO ENTER HERE!

YOU SAID IT.

HEY, FISH!

FUCK OFF!

WHAT DO YOU THINK
OF THAT, FISH?!

YOU SPERMY
LITTLE BASTARDS!

Francie: WE HAD
SOME LAUGHS OUT THERE,

ME AND JOE,
JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS.

AND IF I EVER THOUGHT

I HAD IMAGINED THE OLD DAYS
WITH JOE, I WAS WRONG.

I SURE WAS.

BUT I HADN'T RECKONED
ON MRS. NUGENT, HAD I?

SENDING HER BOGMAN
BROTHERS AFTER ME

FOR SHITTIN' ON HER FLOOR.

ISN'T THIS
OUR LUCKY DAY?

BACK OFF, YOUNG JOE.

YOU'RE GONNA
BE SORRY NOW.

WHO'S GONNA
MAKE ME SORRY?

FRANCIE, PLEASE DON'T
START ANY TROUBLE.

GO ON, BUTTSY!

OH, SHIT.

OH, JESUS!

AAH!

SHE CAN'T EVEN
LEAVE THE HOUSE!

WHY COULDN'T YOU
LET HER ALONE?

AYE, YOU CAN GIVE IT,
BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE IT!

THAT'S ALL
YOU'RE GOOD FOR!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

GET BACK HERE!

AAH!

LOOK AT YOUR BUDDY!

LOOK AT YOUR BUDDY
FROM THE TERRACE, PURCELL!

AAH!

COME ON, PURCELL,
LOOK AT HIM!

WHY ARE YOU HANGING AROUND
WITH HIM FOR ANYWAY?

WHAT DOES
YOUR OLD MAN SAY?

I'M NOT HANGING AROUND
WITH HIM!

I USED TO HANG AROUND
WITH HIM.

HE KEEPS CALLING.
HE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE.

HEE HEE HEE!

AAH!

OH, JEEZ!

OHH!

NO, FRANCIE!

FRANCIE, NO! FRANCIE!

WHAT'D YOU MEAN, JOE?

WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?

JOE WOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT
BUT FOR YOU!

YOU BASTARD!

AAH!

THAT WAS A GOOD ONE, JOE,

PRETENDING YOU USED
TO HANG AROUND WITH ME.

GAVE ME MY CHANCE
AND SMACK WITH THE ROCK!

HE HADN'T RECKONED THAT US
BE BLOOD BROTHERS, EH, JOE?

WHY DID YOU
SAY THAT, JOE?

COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN
SOMETHING ELSE?

YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT,
DID YOU, JOE?

NO, FRANCIE.

BLOOD BROTHERS, JOE.

Francie: SO LONG, TONTO.

THIS IS YOUR OLD PAL,
THE LONE RANGER.

YOU TAKE ALL OF MY FISH.

YOU'RE A FRIEND
OF JOE PURCELL'S,

AREN'T YOU?

SHE FANCIES HIM.

LIAR. I DO NOT.

WILL YOU GIVE HIM
A MESSAGE FOR HER?

GO ON. YOU'RE HIS FRIEND,
AREN'T YOU?

I USED TO BE.

I DON'T MEAN TO ANNOY YOU,
MR. PURCELL,

BUT I'VE GOT
SOMETHING FOR JOE.

JOE'S NOT HERE, FRANCIE.

HE'S GONE AWAY TO CARRICK
TO HIS AUNTIE'S.

OH.

Francie:
AND OUT OF THE MISTS

COMES DR. BOYD
IN HIS DRACULA OUTFIT,

LOOKING FOR
HIS PINT OF BLOOD.

STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE
AND SAY AH,

AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT,
CAN I BITE YOUR NECK?

FUCK OFF, DR. BOYD,
YOU WANKER.

THERE WAS ONLY ONE GOOD
MUSICIANOR IN THIS TOWN,

AND THAT WAS DA,
BUT THAT WAS ALL OVER NOW.

ALL OVER, THAT IS,
ONLY FOR THE FLIES.

FLIES, FLIES...

IS THAT ALL THERE'S
EVER GONNA BE?

WHY DON'T YOU JUST
GO SOMEWHERE,

AND FOR GOD'S SAKE,
LET THE POOR MAN SLEEP?

GOD, WHY DO YOUSE

HAVE TO STICK
YOUR NOSES IN HERE?

DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR
HEAD ABOUT THEM, DA.

DON'T YOU BE BOTHERIN'
YOUR HEAD AND WORRYIN'.

WANT TO LISTEN
TO THE WIRELESS?

THEN THE WIRELESS
IT IS.

Announcer:
CUBA IS BEING TURNED

INTO A SOVIET
NUCLEAR BASE.

DIRTY COMMUNISTS!

[CLICKS OFF]

WE'LL MAKE
OUR OWN MUSIC, DA.

I SAW YOUR MOTHER,
FRANCIE.

THEY'RE SAYING
A PRAYER FOR US BOTH

DOWN AT THE ROCKS
IN BUNDORAN.

Francie: THE BEST MUSIC MAN
THAT EVER LIVED, MY DA.

[PLAYING OH, MY PAPA]

President Kennedy:
WE WILL NOT PREMATURELY

OR UNNECESSARILY

RISK THE COURSE OF
WORLDWIDE NUCLEAR WAR,

IN WHICH EVEN
THE FRUITS OF VICTORY

WOULD BE ASHES
IN OUR MOUTHS,

BUT NEITHER WILL WE
SHRINK FROM THAT--

HELLO, LADIES.

DOING A BIT
OF SHOPPING, FRANCIE?

AYE, THAT'S RIGHT,
MRS. CANNING.

I'M IN CHARGE NOW.

YOUR DADDY HAS
ENOUGH ON HIS PLATE.

YEAH,
HE HAS, INDEED.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU
THINK OF ALL THIS?

WILL THE WORLD COME
TO AN END OR NOT?

THE THING IS, FRANCIE,
YOU DON'T KNOW

THE TYPE OF PEOPLE
YOU'RE DEALING WITH.

FATHER DOMINICK SAYS

THE THINGS HE'S SEEN
THEM COMMUNISTS DO,

YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE.

OH, SURE, DON'T I
KNOW THAT, MRS. CANNING.

IF THEY WANT TO PUSH
THE BUTTON,

THEN PUSH IT THEY WILL.

THE LIKES OF YOU OR ME
WON'T STOP THEM.

YOU CAN BE SURE
OF THAT NOW, FRANCIE.

I GOT A HALF DOZEN
OF EGGS,

A COUPLE SLICES OF HAM,
AND A BAG OF TEA.

IT'LL BE A BITTER DAY
FOR THIS TOWN

IF THE WORLD
COMES TO AN END,

THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY.

IF YOUSE ASK ME,
IT'LL COME TO NO END,

FOR OUR LADY WON'T LET IT.

WOULDN'T I BE
RIGHT THERE, FRANCIE?

YOU NEVER SPOKE A TRUER
WORD, MRS. CANNING.

BUT BEST BE OFF.
HAVE TO GET THE TEA ON.

TA-RA NOW. SEE YOUSE.

WHAT CHANCE DID HE EVER
HAVE, THE POOR CREATURE?

Kennedy: AN ATTACK
BY THE SOVIET UNION

ON THE UNITED STATES.

Francie: IF ONLY THE NUGENTS
HADN'T COME TO TOWN.

IF ONLY THEY'D
LEFT US ALONE.

THAT WAS ALL
THEY HAD TO DO.

MUSIC?

JOE?

[OH, MY PAPA PLAYS]

THE TEA IS DONE.

I DON'T MIND PHIL
GIVIN' HIM GOLDFISH,

AS GOD IS MY JUDGE,

BUT DON'T LET HIM
START THINKIN'

THAT HE CAN GET IN WITH US
THROUGH MUSIC!

THAT ISN'T THE WAY IT WORKS
WITH BLOOD BROTHERS.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

YOU'D THINK THEY'D EVER

JUST LEAVE THE TWO OF US
ALONE, EH, DA?

JUST LEAVE
THE 2 OF US ALONE.

HELLO, FRANCIE.

HELLO, DR. BOYD.

YOUR FATHER WAS MEANT
TO COME AND SEE ME

A WEEK AGO.

BE KIND OF IMPORTANT
THAT I SEE HIM, FRANCIE.

HOW COULD YOU SEE HIM,
DR. BOYD?

ISN'T HE GONE TO ENGLAND?

ENGLAND?

WHAT'S HE DOING
IN ENGLAND?

GONE TO SEE UNCLE ALO.

WELL, HE MUST BE BETTER
THAN I THOUGHT.

AYE. HE'S MADE
OF STRONG STUFF, DR. BOYD.

WELL, WHEN
HE COMES BACK,

TELL HIM I WANT
TO SEE HIM.

MMM.

OH, YES, YOU WOULD
HAVE TO COME ALONG

AND SPOIL IT, DR. BOYD,
WOULDN'T YOU?

ASKING ALL
YOUR QUESTIONS.

THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE
WRONG. YOU WON'T!

DON'T WORRY, DA.

I WON'T LET THEM
NEAR US.

YOU SEE,
I LOVE YOU, DA.

Francie: WHAT ELSE
HAD CHANGED

SINCE I WAS LOOKIN'
AFTER DA?

THE TOWN. IT WAS
A GREAT BIG OCEAN LINER

THAT HAD BEEN LYING SUNK
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN

AND NOW WAS RISING UP
ALL LIT UP WITH THE LIGHTS

AND READY TO SAIL
WHEREVER WE WANTED TO GO.

ANYWHERE YOU SAY, JOE.

YEP. YOU JUST GOT TO SAY,
JOE, OLD BUDDY.

EXCEPT JOE
WASN'T ON THE SHIP.

IT WOULD'VE BEEN GOOD
IF HE WAS, BUT HE WASN'T,

SO THERE WAS NO USE
THINKING ABOUT IT.

I SAY, BRADY, HAVE YOU
A LOCK OF SHILLINGS?

ME AND YOU, BRADY?

WELL, HO, YOU BOY, YA.

UP SHE FLEW, AND THE
COCK FLATTENED HER.

FLATTENED HER, BE CHRIST.

AYE, FOR THE DANCE.

I'M LOOKIN' FOR A HUSSY,
AND I'M NOT VERY FUSSY.

ARE YOU COMIN'
FOR A SLITHER ON THE BOARDS?

YOU DON'T BE LOOKIN'

AT THE MANTELPIECE WHEN
YOU'RE POKIN' THE FIRE.

THE FUCKIN' MANTELPIECE,
HE SAYS!

OH, MY DEAR, BE CRIPES!
THAT MAN'S HIS FATHER'S SON!

2, PLEASE.

ME AND FRANCIE BRADY.
THANKS VERY MUCH.

* ALWAYS THE SAME *

* THE SEA OF HEARTBREAK *

* LOST LOVE,
LONELINESS *

* THE SEA OF--
THE SEA OF-- *

WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?

NO, THANK YOU.

WELL, WHYN'T YOU BRING
YOUR KNITTIN' THEN?

WHYN'T YOU BRING
YOUR KNITTIN'?

BY GOD, BRADY.

* THE SEA OF HEARTBREAK *

* THE SEA OF LONELINESS *

WE'RE UP FROM THE BOGS
IN OUR BOOTS AND OUR TOGS!

AND WE'LL FIX 'EM--
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

Francie: AND THEY WERE
ALL OVER ME,

LIKE THE APACHES
OVER JOHN WAYNE.

JOE, HELP, I SHOUT.
CALL OUT THE POSSE!

GET THE CAVALRY!

WHO'S GOIN' TO GET ME
OUT OF HERE

IF IT'S NOT JOE PURCELL?

BUT HE DIDN'T COME, DID HE?

Man: DON'T FUCKIN' WELL
COME BACK!

UH!

Kennedy: THE COST OF FREEDOM
IS ALWAYS HIGH,

BUT AMERICANS
HAVE ALWAYS PAID IT.

AND ONE PATH
WE SHALL NEVER CHOOSE,

AND THAT IS THE PATH
OF SURRENDER, SUBMISSION.

OUR GOAL IS NOT
THE VICTORY OF MIGHT,

BUT THE VINDICATION
OF RIGHT.

NOT PEACE AT THE EXPENSE
OF FREEDOM,

BUT BOTH PEACE
AND FREEDOM

HERE IN THIS HEMISPHERE.

DID I EVER TELL YOU
WHAT SHE TOLD ME, DA?

I WAS ONLY 5-POUND
WEIGHT WHEN I WAS BORN.

CHEERS, MISSUS!

SO JOE DIDN'T WANT
THE GOLDFISH?

AH, MISSUS, GOLDFISH
ARE NOTHIN' TO DO

WITH ME AND JOE.

HOW MANY DID YOU
GET HIM, FRANCIE?

A MILLION BILLION
TRILLION.

OHH.

TOO MANY.

OH, MISSUS, ME EYES
ARE GETTING SO HEAVY.

DON'T WORRY, FRANCIE.
JOE IS COMING.

WHEN, MISSUS?

LITTLE FRANCIE.

WHEN DO YOU THINK?

HE'S AT THE WINDOW.

IT'S GOING TO BE
ALL RIGHT, FRANCIE.

JOE IS HERE.

JOE!

OH, NO!

NO!

IT'S OK, SON.
IT'S OK. IT'S OK.

I LET DA DOWN, SERGEANT.

I'M SORRY, FRANCIE.

I LET HIM DOWN.

AAH!

DA! DA!

EASY NOW, EASY.

DA! DA!

THAT'S THE BOY.

DA!

THAT'S THE BOY.

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

* WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
WITHOUT ME? *

* I THOUGHT YOU CARED
ABOUT ME *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

THERE YOU ARE!

I WAS LOOKIN'
FOR YOU.

JOE, IS THAT THE LAKE
BEHIND YOU?

WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS,
THE RIO GRANDE?

JESUS!

* WHERE IS THE DREAM
WE STARTED? *

* I CAN'T BELIEVE
WE'RE PARTED *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

OH, NO!
NOT THE COMMUNISTS!

I GOT A FUNNY FEELIN'
ABOUT THIS, JOE.

YEP. SOMETHIN'S NOT RIGHT.

Dr. Boyd: YOUR FATHER WAS
MEANT TO COME AND SEE ME

A WEEK AGO.

[JINGLES]

Mrs. Canning:
THE THING IS, FRANCIE,

YOU DON'T KNOW THE TYPE OF
PEOPLE YOU'RE DEALING WITH.

YOUR DADDY HAS
ENOUGH ON HIS PLATE.

THIS THING IS BIGGER
THAN THE BOTH OF US, JOE.

BETTER CALL IN THE FEDS.

Mary: IF THEY WANT
TO PUSH THE BUTTON,

THEN PUSH IT THEY WILL.

SO WHO'S A PIG NOW,
LADIES?

IT'LL BE A BITTER DAY
FOR THIS TOWN

IF THE WORLD
COMES TO AN END.

FATHER DOMINICK SAYS

THE THINGS HE'S SEEN
THE COMMUNIST DO.

TIME TO RIDE OUT,
I GUESS.

YEAH.

THIS OLD TOWN HAS HAD IT.

Francie: THANK GOD
I HAD JOE.

ME AND JOE PURCELL,

THE LAST TWO
IN THE UNIVERSE

ON THIS BITTER, BITTER DAY
FOR THE LOVELY TOWN

WHEN THE WORLD HAD ENDED.

[WHINNIES]

OH, FRANCIS, YOU'VE UNLOCKED
SOMETHING VERY PRECIOUS.

RUN!

AND YOU SAY THE ALIEN
LOOKED LIKE...

WELL, A LITTLE
LIKE YOURSELF, DOC,

TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH.

THEN AGAIN, A LITTLE
LIKE FATHER SULL.

MAYBE HE TOOK OVER
AN ORDINARY PRIEST'S BODY.

I DON'T KNOW.

HMM.

MAYBE WE SHOULD
GET OUT OF HERE, DOC,

BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

MMM.

WELL, WELL, WE MEET AGAIN.
YOU'RE A LONG WAY

FROM THE LOW FIELD
IN THE SCHOOL FOR PIGS.

WHAT WAS THAT, FRANCIS?

WHO DO YOU THINK, DOC?

OUR LADY ON THE WALL
BEHIND YOU.

ME AND OUR LADY
GO BACK A LONG WAY.

IT'S NOT EVERY SHITEHAWK
SHE'LL APPEAR TO, YOU KNOW.

MMM.

WHAT DO YOU PLAN
ON DOIN' NOW, DOC?

Francie:
SO THIS WAS THE GARAGE?

ONE BLAST, AND I WAS AWAY
OFF THROUGH HYPERSPACE!

HELLO THERE, EGYPTIANS,
PYRAMIDS AND ALL!

PHARAOH CAN'T COME TODAY,
SO IT'S ME INSTEAD,

FRANCIE FROM
THE TERRACE.

AAH!

WHERE DO THEY BE
TAKIN' YA?

CRIPES, MORE BOGMEN!

YOU NEEDN'T THINK
YOU'RE NOT SEEN.

THEY TAKE ME TO THE TIME
TRAVEL ROOM, OLD BEAN,

WHERE I TRAVEL THROUGH
THE WASTES OF SPACE AND TIME

COURTESY OF
ALGERNON CARRUTHERS!

I KNEW YOU WERE
A COWERING CUR

THE MINUTE
I SET EYES ON YOU.

BOGMEN, BOGMEN!

WILL SOMEBODY
SAVE ME FROM BOGMEN?

LOOKIE HERE!

THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE YOU
THE TREATMENT.

THEY'LL SOON WIPE
THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE

WHEN THEY PUT THEM HOLES
IN YOUR HEAD.

WHAT HOLES?

I SEEN THE LAST FELLA.

HE USED TO STAND
BY THE WINDOW ALL DAY

EATING BITS OF PAPER.

OFFICER, GET THIS
BOGMAN OUT OF HERE!

YOU LIKE PAPER?

WELL, YOU BETTER START
GETTIN' TO LIKE IT.

YOU BETTER LIKE IT!

AAH!

Francie: THE TREE TRUNKS
HAD TO HAUL ME OFF HIM.

IT'S A DISGRACE
A PERSON CAN'T GET

A BIT OF SLEEP HERE.

WITHOUT BEIN' ATTACKED
BY BONY-ASS BOGMEN!

THAT BOGMAN BASTARD

SAYS YOU'RE GOING TO PUT
HOLES IN MY HEAD.

NO, NO, FRANCIS.
NOTHING LIKE THAT.

COME HERE. I WANT
TO SHOW YOU THESE.

I WANT YOU TO LOOK
AT THEM AND TELL ME

WHAT YOU THINK.
YEAH?

LOOKS LIKE YOU'LL BE
WRITIN' NO MORE MESSAGES

ON THIS PAPER, DOC.

AND WHY IS THAT,
FRANCIS?

LOOK AT IT.
IT'S DESTROYED!

Francie: LIFT YOUR SPECS
AND REPEAT AFTER ME.

MMM.

MMM.

[SHOUTING]

INTO THE BACK
OF THE NET WITH HER!

BY CHRIST, THIS YEAR'S
TEAM IS THE BEST YET!

Francie: AND THAT'S
THE GARAGE FOR YOU.

BOGMEN AT MASS,

THINKIN' THEY'RE
AT A FOOTBALL MATCH.

AND THAT'S WHEN I SAYS
WHATEVER IT TAKES,

FRANCIE BRADY'S GETTIN' OUT
OF THE GARAGE FOR PIGS.

HERE, BOGMAN, HOLD THIS.

AND STOP SHAKIN',
WILL YA?

THE THING ABOUT
CAVAN PEOPLE

IS NOT ONE OF THEM
WOULDN'T GIVE YOU

THE LAST HA'PENNY
OUT OF THEIR POCKET.

BEST MEN EVER
WALKED IN HERE

WERE THE CAVAN MEN.

HEY, BOGMAN.

YOU'RE NOT GOING
TO BITE ME AGAIN, ARE YOU?

NO, NOT IF YOU TELL THEM

THAT I'VE GONE
TO DUBLIN, RIGHT?

RIGHT.

YEAH. OK.

SEE YOU IN BORNEO.

Francie: HERE I WAS
BACK HOME

AND NO MORE ABOUT
HOLES IN THE HEAD,

WHEN I MET
JIMMY THE SKITE...

YOU HAVE HALF A DOLLAR?

AND I THOUGHT I WAS BACK
INSIDE AGAIN.

SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED.

YOU'RE WHAT? WHAT
ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT?

THE FRANCIE BRADY BANK
IS CLOSED,

AND THAT'S ALL ABOUT IT.

GO ON BACK TO THE GARAGE,
YOU FUCKIN' LUMP, YA.

BACK OFF, YOU FUCKIN'
ROUND TUB OF GUINNESS!

[BELL TOLLS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING]

AH, HELLO, MR. PURCELL.

WELL, HELLO THERE,
FRANCIE.

I WAS WONDERIN'
IF JOE'S IN.

SURE, JOE'S AWAY
IN BOARDIN' SCHOOL

IN BUNDORAN
THESE LAST 3 MONTHS.

HIMSELF AND PHILLIP
WENT AFTER THE EXAMS.

PHILLIP?

AYE. YOU KNOW
THE YOUNG NUGENT FELLA

HE HANGS AROUND WITH.

SON, YOU SHOULDN'T
BE ON YOUR OWN.

AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE
IN THE HOSPITAL, FRANCIE?

MR. PURCELL, I WISH
YOU'D STOP ALL THIS.

I JUST WANT
TO TALK TO JOE.

I TOLD YOU, FRANCIE.
HE'S AWAY IN BUNDORAN.

I'M SORRY, MR. PURCELL,
BUT I'M FED UP

WITH PEOPLE
TELLIN' ME LIES!

HE USED TO NEVER
DO THAT, MR. PURCELL.

ISN'T IT TRUE?
ISN'T IT?

COME HERE, FRANCIE.
I'M NOT TELLIN' YOU LIES.

HE NEVER WOULD'VE
IN THE OLD DAYS.

IT'S ONLY FOR HER!

IT WAS FINE
UNTIL SHE CAME ALONG

AND STARTED INTERFERING
AND CAUSING TROUBLE!

FRANCIE, COME ON NOW.
CALM DOWN.

I KNOW YOU DON'T MEAN TO BE
LIKE THIS, MR. PURCELL.

ONLY FOR MRS. NUGENT,
IT'D BE ALL OK.

ALL LIKE THE OLD DAYS
WAY BACK LONG AGO,

LIKE THE WAY
IT USED TO BE.

IT WAS ALL OK.

Francie:
THAT OLD MRS. NUGENT,

SHE WAS TAKIN' OVER
THE WHOLE TOWN BIT BY BIT.

EVERYTHING I'D EVER LIKED.

I JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

I SAT DOWN
IN THAT OLD KITCHEN

AND MADE A LIST

OF ALL THE PEOPLE THAT
WERE GONE ON ME NOW.

AH, FRANCIE,
FOR FUCK'S SAKE,

THAT'S THE BEST
ONE YET.

SURE, HOW COULD JOE
BE GONE ON YOU?

AREN'T YOU
BLOOD BROTHERS?

I'M AFRAID
HE'S GONE, MISSUS.

THEY'RE ALL GONE.

FIRST MA,

THEN DA.

THEN ALO.

NOW JOE.

GONE WHERE?

BUNDORAN.

* BEAUTIFUL BUNDORAN *

* BY THE SILVERY SEA *

* YOUR GOLDEN STRAND *

* CHARMS SO GRAND *

YOU'VE GIVEN ME
AN IDEA, MISSUS.

HELLO THERE!

JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH!

I THOUGHT YOU WERE
THE COMMUNISTS.

ANY NEWS?

TURN BACK
WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

COME 12:00 TOMORROW,

THERE WON'T BE
A BULLOCK STANDIN'.

KHRUSHCHEV.

DID YOU SEE THEM ROCKETS
ON THE NEWS?

FIT TO BLOW UP CHINA!

DO YOU THINK IT'LL BE
SAFE IN BUNDORAN.

BUNDORAN?

WHERE THE FLEAS
ATE THE MISSIONER?

AAH AAH AAH AAH!

CAN I HELP YOU, SIR?

YOU USED TO LEAVE
THE KEY

UNDER THAT MAT THERE
FOR THEM,

BENNY AND ANNIE BRADY.

THE LOVEBIRDS,
YOU CALLED THEM.

OH, YES, WE HAD
THEM ALL HERE.

Francie: OVER THE WAVES,

OVER THE WAVES,
THIS IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN.

I COULD STILL HEAR HIS MUSIC

PLAYIN' THROUGH
THE DINING ROOM.

DA SAID THEY'D LIE
ON THE BED UPSTAIRS

AND LISTEN TO THE SEA
UNTIL IT GOT BRIGHT.

WE HAD MUSICAL EVENIN'S
TO BEAT THE BAND.

LOVELY, LOVELY PEOPLE.

YOU ACQUIRE A REPUTATION,
YOU SEE.

THERE THEY ARE!
THERE THEY ARE, MISSUS!

OH.

THAT'S THEM.

THE BRADYS.

THE LOVEBIRDS,
YOU CALLED THEM.

THE LOVEBIRDS, AYE.

YOU USED TO LEAVE THE KEY
UNDER THE MAT FOR THEM.

YES, THE KEY. WELL,

SOME PEOPLE COME IN
LATER THAN OTHERS, SON.

PLEASE, MISSUS, DON'T GO
LIKE MRS. NUGENT ON ME.

MRS. NUGENT,
WAS SHE WITH THEM?

MRS. NUGENT?

HA! THERE WAS NO MRS. NUGENTS
IN THEM DAYS, MISSUS.

THEY WERE HERE
WITH THE McGLONES.

TOO MANY PEOPLE, SON,

OVER THE YEARS.

SURE, WHAT WOULD I KNOW
ABOUT A COUPLE LIKE THAT?

A COUPLE
LIKE WHAT?

LOVELY PEOPLE.
ALL OF THEM.

JUST TELL ME, MISSUS.

JUST TELL ME.

PLEASE, SON.

YOU WERE SAYING, MISSUS,
THE COUPLE LIKE WHAT?

WHAT CAN I SAY
ABOUT A MAN

NOT SOBER ON THE DAY
OF HIS HONEYMOON?

POOR CHARLIE McGLONE,
HIS HOLIDAY RUINED,

CARTIN' HIM OUT OF PUBS.

AS FOR HER,
WHAT COULD YOU DO

BUT PITY HER
THE WAY HE TREATED HER?

NO BETTER THAN A PIG!

OH, GOD.

I'M SORRY, SON. I--

[DOOR SLAMS]

EXCUSE ME, JANE,
EXCUSE ME, TARZAN.

I WANT TO WARN YOU, PLEASE.

I WANT TO SORT OUT THIS
MATTER ONCE AND FOR ALL.

WHAT, YOU HAVE TO MAKE
AN APPOINTMENT NOW, DO YOU?

YOU FUCKIN' BASTARDS!
THERE!

YOU'RE A FUCKIN' SHITE!

AAH! AAH!

OOH! AAH!

WHO WANTS TO BE
MR. AND MRS. MONKEY ANYHOW?

MA!

DA!

Francie: YES, INDEED,
IT WAS THE END OF THE LINE.

EXCUSE ME, MOON. HAVE YOU
GOT SOMETHING TO SAY

OR ARE YOU SAYIN'
THE ROSARY, TOO?

YEP, JOE,
IT'S THE END OF THE LINE.

FRANCIE'S COMIN' TO GET YOU
OUT OF THIS.

IT'S EITHER THEM OR US, JOE.

HEY, WHAT THE HELL

YOU THINK YOUSE ARE
DOIN' UP THERE,

PUTTIN' OUT THEM LIGHTS?

HOW AM I GOIN' TO FIND
JOE PURCELL?

[THUD]

WHAT'S ALL THIS,

A HUNDRED
SLEEPING BOGMEN?

NOT FOR LONG.

OK, BOGMEN, DON'T TRY
ANY TRICKS,

AND NOBODY'LL GET HURT!

IF ANYBODY MOVES OUT OF
THEIR SPERMY LITTLE BEDS,

I'LL BLOW THEIR FUCKIN'
BOGMEN BRAINS OUT!

ALL RIGHT!

YOU SEE, I JUST GOT
TO FIND JOE.

YOU UNDERSTAND ME,
DON'T YA?

WHERE ARE YOU, JOE, BOY?

COME HERE, JOE!
COME ON! LET'S SADDLE UP!

WE'LL RIDE OUT, JOE!

WE CAN RIDE OUT
TO THE MOUNTAINS, EH, JOE?

WE CAN TRACK FOR DAYS!

WE CAN LISTEN
TO THE COYOTES AT NIGHT.

AAAAAAAH!

WHAT THE HELL IS
GOING ON IN HERE?!

JESUS, NO NEED TO CURSE,
FATHER.

I'M JUST LOOKING
FOR JOE.

CAN YOU FIND HIM
FOR ME, PLEASE?

[ALL TALKING]

SHUT THE FUCK UP,
YOU SPERMY LITTLE BASTARDS!

JOE!

FUCK!

EXCUSE ME.
DO YOU MIND?

JOE, TELL THE SKY PILOT
HERE TO STEP ASIDE,

AND WE'LL BE
OUT OF HERE.

PURCELL!

COME HERE A MOMENT,
WOULD YOU?

LIFE IS GOING
SO GRAND NOW, HEY, JOE?

THE INTERROGATION. DON'T
LET THEM BREAK YOU, JOE.

WILL YOU SHUT UP?

SORRY, FATHER.

PURCELL, DO YOU KNOW
THIS PERSON?

OH, NO, FATHER, HOW
WOULD HE KNOW ME?

YOU KNOW, I'M JUST
HIS BEST FRIEND.

YES, FATHER.

HIS NAME IS
FRANCIE BRADY.

SERGEANT FRANCIE BRADY,
"B" COMPANY, SIR!

AND DO YOU HAVE
ANY IDEA

WHAT HE'S
DOING HERE?

NO, FATHER.

Good trick, Joe.
You keep him talking.

We'll make
a run for it, OK?

DID YOU HEAR THAT?

OH, YES, FATHER.
Brilliant, Joe.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME FOR?

ARE YOU DAFT OR SOMETHING?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME FOR?

Joe, don't
give it too much.

He'll start
believin' you.

Don't go overboard,
Joe, boy.

LOOK, THIS HAS GONE ON
LONG ENOUGH.

FOR THE LAST TIME,
PURCELL,

IS THIS OR IS THIS NOT
A FRIEND OF YOURS?

NO, FATHER.

JOE, PLEASE, JOE!

DON'T PRETEND ANYMORE!
JUST TELL 'EM STRAIGHT!

JOE!

PLEASE, JOE!

STOP HIM!

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT,
NUGENT?

WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS
LOOKING?!

IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO,
YOU WANKER--LOOK, LOOK, LOOK?!

Priest:
GET BACK TO SLEEP!

JOE!

JOE!

BE ON YOUR WAY NOW.

THAT WASN'T JOE,
FATHER.

THEN WHO WAS IT, THEN?

I KNOW IT
LOOKED LIKE HIM,

BUT IT WASN'T.

GO HOME, SON,
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

MAYBE THE COMMUNISTS
TOOK HIM.

OR WAS IT THE NUGENTS?

MAYBE THE ALIENS.

ONE THING IS FOR SURE,

IT WASN'T HIM.

[MAN SINGS AVE MARIA]

HEY, BOY, WHERE YOU
GOING WITH THEM SAINTS?

IF THE PRIEST SEES YOU,
YOU'LL GET IT.

YOUNG TRAYNOR SEEN
THE BLESSED VIRGIN.

SHE'S COMING
WITH A MESSAGE

TO DO WITH THE END
OF THE WORLD.

DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT
THE END OF THE WORLD.

I'D BEST TEAR ON,
FRANCIE.

WE'VE MORE TO DO THAN DRINK
WITH THE WAY THINGS ARE.

THERE'S PRAYIN' TO BE DONE.

Francie:
IF ONLY THEY KNEW,

STRAINING THEIR NECKS
LIKE CHICKENS

TO SEE WAS SHE COMING.

MIGHT AS WELL BE WAITIN'
FOR THE ALIENS TO ARRIVE.

AND MY GOD--
THEY'RE HERE,

TAKING OVER
THE BODY OF MRS. NUGENT,

THE GREATEST ALIEN
OF ALL TIME, I DO BELIEVE.

WHERE THE HELL
HAVE YOU BEEN?

MESELF AND DR. BOYD WERE
LOOKIN' EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.

ON MY TRAVELS,
MR. LEDDY.

OH, YOU AND YOUR TRAVELS.

THE HOSPITAL RANG
LOOKING FOR YOU.

LOOK, I'M DESPERATE
TO FINISH HERE.

WANT TO GO HOME,
GET READY FOR OUR LADY.

YOU GO WATCH
THE END OF THE WORLD,

SURE, MR. LEDDY.

I'LL LOOK
AFTER THINGS HERE.

FAIR PLAY TO YA, SON.

IT'S THE LEAST
I COULD DO NOW.

GOOD LUCK NOW.

* THE QUEEN OF HEAVEN *

* THE OCEAN STAR... *

SHE TOLD YOUNG TRAYNOR

SHE'D BE HERE
ON THE DOT OF 6:00.

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY
OF MY LIFE.

P.A.: HELLO. HELLO.
TESTING. TESTING. HELLO.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK, PIGS?

WILL OUR LADY COME OR NO?

SHE SAID NOTHING TO ME
ABOUT IT.

DID SHE SAY ANYTHING
TO YOU?

WHAT? WHAT?

OH, SO SHE MUSTN'T BE
COMING THEN.

WELL, IT BEATS
THE HELL OUT OF ME

WHY THEM IDIOTS IS
UP THERE PRAYING.

NOW WE'RE RIGHT, MISSUS.

Francie: THEN OFF
I WENT ON ME TRAVELS.

EVERYBODY WAS ALL HOLY NOW.

WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER,
PEOPLE OF THE TOWN,

BOGMEN TAKING OFF
THEIR CAPS,

THE WOMEN LOOKING
AT THE PRAMS AND EVERYTHING.

THIS IS THE HOLIEST TOWN
IN THE WORLD.

THEY SHOULD'VE PUT THAT UP
ON A BANNER.

NEVER SAW THE TOWN
LOOKIN' SO WELL,

AND IT LOOKED LIKE
THE BRIGHTEST, HAPPIEST TOWN

IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

...AT THE HOUR
OF OUR DEATH. AMEN.

HAIL, MARY,
FULL OF GRACE.

THE LORD IS WITH...

AAH.

IT'S ME, MRS. NUGENT.

MY GOD!

DON'T WORRY,
MRS. NUGENT.

YOU WON.
JOE'S GONE.

ONE LITTLE PIGGY
WENT TO THE MARKET.

ONE LITTLE PIGGY
STAYED AT HOME.

ONE LITTLE PIGGY
HAD BREAD AND BEEF.

ONE LITTLE PIGGY GOT NONE.

NO SIGN OF HER YET,
LADIES?

I'M SURE SHE HAS A LOT
ON HER PLATE, FRANCIE,

WITH THE WAY THINGS
ARE IN THE WORLD.

PLEASE GOD, SHE
WON'T BE LONG NOW.

AS THE MONKEY SAID WHEN
HE GOT HIS TAIL CUT OFF.

AFTER ALL ME PRAYING,

SHE DIDN'T BOTHER
HER ARSE COMIN'.

HAVE YOU THE MONEY
FOR A DRINK, LAD?

I HAVE ME HANDS
FULL HERE.

FUCK OFF, YOU AND HER!

THERE'S ONLY ONE PLACE
FOR ALIENS,

AND THAT'S UNDERNEATH
THE ROTTEN CABBAGES

IN THE BROCK HEAP.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

OH, GOD!

OH, GOD! OH, GOD!

HAVE YOU SEEN HER,
MRS. COYLE?

YOU'VE SEEN
OUR LADY?

OH, SO YOUNG TRAYNOR
GOT IT WRONG.

THE SQUARE, HOW ARE YA?

Man: OUR LADY, I KNEW
YOU WOULDN'T LET US DOWN.

[WOMAN CRIES]

Francie: WELL, OUR LADY
MIGHTN'T HAVE SHOWN UP,

BUT FRANCIE BRADY
DIDN'T LET THEM DOWN.

THAT WAS THE BEST SHOW
THAT OLD TOWN HAD EVER SEEN.

Man: EVERYBODY BACK.

EXCUSE ME IF YOUSE
DON'T MIND.

YOU DID IT!
YOU FUCKIN', FUCKIN'--

JESUS CHRIST!

I HOPE YOU'RE GOING TO
PAY FOR THE FURNITURE.

SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH!

SERGEANT, THERE'S NO NEED
FOR THAT LANGUAGE!

JESUS, MARY,
AND JOSEPH.

WILL YOU TELL US WHAT
YOU'VE DONE WITH HER?

WHO?

JESUS CHRIST!
WILL YOU STOP THIS?

THIS IS DOING NOBODY
ANY GOOD.

WILL YOU, SON, PLEASE?

SORRY ABOUT ALL THIS,
SERGEANT.

YOU THINK
THEY'LL HANG ME?

I'M AFRAID THERE'S
NO MORE HANGING.

SERGEANT, WHAT'S
THIS WORLD COMING TO?

[MACK THE KNIFE
INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS]

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE
A CHOPPER-UP, TOO, FRANCIE.

YOU KNOW MARY'S SHOP?

WILL YOUSE DO ME
A MESSAGE?

SURE, BUT ONLY
IF YOU SAY

NO MORE CHOPPING UP.

MRS. NUGENT
AND MY MA

WERE GOOD FRIENDS,
YOU KNOW.

OK, THEN. CHOPPIN' UP
THE END.

COMMANDOS, PLEASE.

BANZAI, YOU YELLOW
SONS OF NIPPON DOGS.

YEAH!

WE'RE ALL GATHERED HERE
TO PRAY FOR THE REDEMPTION

OF FRANCIS BRADY
FOR HIS TERRIBLE CRIME.

YOU'RE DOING
THE RIGHT THING, FRANCIE.

THANK GOD.

THAT'S ENOUGH TALK.
LET'S GET IT OVER WITH.

SHE'S RIGHT DOWN HERE.

KEEP GOIN'.

FOR GOD'S SAKE.
WHO PUT THAT THERE?

WHAT?

THIS.
OH, GOD!

COME!

OK. I'LL GET HIM.

FRANCIE BRADY ESCAPES.
READ ALL ABOUT IT.

COME BACK HERE!

COME HERE!

FUGITIVE FRANCIE BRADY
STILL AT LARGE.

THERE'S A REPORT
THAT RICHARD KIMBLE

ONLY LAST NIGHT SAID,

"I HAVE TO ADMIT IT.

FRANCIE BRADY
BEATS ME HANDS DOWN."

Boy: WHAT DO YOU SEE?
WHAT DO YOU SEE?

NOTHING.

COME ON, THERE MUST BE
SOME CLUES IN THERE.

NO. NOTHING.

CALL YOURSELF
A DETECTIVE, HUH?

HEY, BOYS.

YOUSE WANT TO FIND

A MILLION BILLION
FLASH BARS, YEAH?

THEY'RE LOOKING
EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.

DO YOU WANT THEM
OR DON'T YOU?

I SUPPOSE SO.
WHERE ARE THEY, THEN?

IN A DUNG HEAP
BEHIND LEDDY'S.

HOUSE, YOU ARE
A DISGRACE!

I HAVE SO MUCH
TIDYING UP TO DO,

I DON'T KNOW
WHERE TO START.

[WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE
PLAYS]

HOW MANY DID HE SAY?

I FORGET.

I KNOW IT WAS A LOT, THOUGH.

AND NOW FOR THE MOST AMAZING
FRANCIE BRADY BONFIRE...

OF ALL TIME.

HEIGH-HO, SILVER!

AWAY!

THAT'S MRS. NUGENT'S HEAD!

SO THAT'S WHERE SHE WENT.

YAAAAA!

WELL, WHAT ABOUT
THE FLASH BARS?

[BELL CLANGS]

THERE'S SOMEBODY IN THERE!

STAY BACK!

COME ON. COME ON.
HANG ON. HANG ON.

MOVE BACK! MOVE BACK!
CLEAR THE WAY!

CLEAR THE WAY!
WE FOUND FRANCIE BRADY!

CLEAR THE WAY.

YOUSE AREN'T BURNED,
ARE YOUSE?

IT'S ALL RIGHT
FOR YOU.

AND YOU WENT IN TO SAVE
THE WEE FELLA BY YOURSELF?

ACTUALLY, YOU WOULD'VE
DONE THE VERY SAME.

I WOULD'VE NOT.

I WOULD'VE BEEN SCARED
OUT OF ME LIFE.

JESUS, FRANCIE,

I THINK YOU DESERVE A DRAG
OF THE CIGARETTE.

OH, SURE. THANKS.

OR MAYBE YOU'D LIKE
SOME MORE SWEETS.

HUH?

YEAH, SURE.

Francie: WELL, THAT WAS ALL
A LONG, LONG TIME AGO.

AH, SURE, YOU'RE
A GRAND OL' TOPPER.

THEY PUT FRANCIE BRADY IN
THE GARAGE FOR BAD BASTARDS

AND GAVE HIM A NEW JOB
MAKING BASKETS.

AND AFTER HE MADE
A MILLION TRILLION BASKETS,

THEY SAID THEY'D
LET HIM OUT AGAIN.

YOU'RE GOING BACK
INTO THE WORLD, FRANCIE.

WE THINK YOU'RE
READY FOR IT.

YOU'LL BE IN WHAT
WE CALL A HALFWAY HOUSE,

BETWEEN THIS ONE
AND THE NEXT ONE.

THE NEXT WORLD, DOC?

THE REAL WORLD,
FRANCIE.

IT'S TIME
YOU JOINED IT.

IT'LL TAKE SOME
ADJUSTMENT.

BUT AS LONG AS WE ANTICIPATE
ALL OF THE PROBLEMS,

THEN EVERYTHING
SHOULD BE FINE.

I HAVEN'T SEEN FIELDS
FOR SO LONG, DOC.

Francie: MAN,
BUT IT WAS SURE GOOD

OUTSIDE THAT OLD GARAGE.

THE SHEEP WERE MUNCHING
AWAY AT THE GRASS,

THE BREEZE WAS BLOWING,

AND THE SEA WAS SINGING
SWISH, SWISH ALONG WITH IT.

FRANCIE BRADY HAD GOT

THE "NOT A BAD BASTARD ANYMORE"
AWARD AT LAST.

AND HE WISHES
FATHER BUBBLES

COULD SEE HIM NOW.

NO MORE ALIENS
OR CHOPPING UP

OR ANY OF THAT OLD SHITE.

AND IF ANYONE THOUGHT
FRANCIE BRADY

WAS GETTIN' IN TROUBLE
AGAIN, THEY WERE WRONG.

TROUBLE. NO, THANK YOU.

SO THERE IT IS,

FRANCIE BRADY,
BUTCHER BOY, THE END.

OH, FUCK!
OH, MOTHER OF JESUS.

HELLO, STRANGER.

HOW ARE YOU, FRANCIE?

HAVEN'T SEEN YOU
FOR A POWER OF YEARS.

IT'S NOT THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN
THINKING ABOUT YOU, FRANCIE.

SO WHAT ARE YOU DOIN',
MISSUS...

STILL TALKING
TO THE LIKES OF ME?

GOD LOVES EVERY ONE
OF US, FRANCIE.

BUT YOU KNOW SOMETHING,
FRANCIE?

HE HAS A VERY SPECIAL PLACE
IN HIS HEART FOR YOU.

AH, NOW, MISSUS.
YOU'LL HAVE TO STOP

THIS APPEARING
AND DISAPPEARING CRACK,

OR THEY'LL PUT ME
BACK IN THERE.

JOE LOVES YOU, TOO,
FRANCIE.

BUT THE WORLD
GOES ONE WAY,

AND WE GO ANOTHER.

DO YOU GET MY MEANING?

SO DON'T GO
BOTHERING YOUR HEAD

ABOUT GOLDFISH
ANYMORE, ALL RIGHT?

OR A HUNDRED MILLION
FLASH BARS.

PROMISE ME, FRANCIE?

TELL ME SOMETHING,
MISSUS.

ARE ALL THE BEAUTIFUL
THINGS GONE?

OH, NO, FRANCIE.
THEY'RE ALL STILL HERE.

LOOK. HERE'S ONE OF THEM.

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

* WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
WITHOUT ME? *

* I THOUGHT YOU CARED
ABOUT ME *

PICKED A FLOWER,
DID YOU, FRANCIE?

SNOWDROP.

* WHERE *

THEY'RE LATE
THIS YEAR.

* ARE YOU? *

* WHERE'S MY HEART? *

* WHERE IS THE DREAM
WE STARTED? *

* I CAN'T BELIEVE
WE'RE PARTED *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

* WHEN WE SAID
GOOD-BYE, LOVE *

* WHAT HAD WE TO GAIN? *

* WHEN I GAVE YOU MY LOVE *

* WAS IT ALL IN VAIN? *

* ALL LIFE THROUGH *

* MUST I GO ON PRETENDING? *

* WHERE IS
MY HAPPY ENDING? *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

* WHEN WE SAID
GOOD-BYE, LOVE *

* WHAT HAD WE TO GAIN? *

* WHEN I GAVE YOU MY LOVE *

* WAS IT ALL IN VAIN? *

* ALL LIFE THROUGH *

* MUST I GO ON
PRETENDING? *

* WHERE IS THAT
HAPPY ENDING? *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

* WHERE ARE YOU? *

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