All language subtitles for The Quiet Man 1952 HD

Well then.

Now I'll begin at the beginnin'.

A fine soft day in the
spring it was when the train

pulled into Castletown
three hours late as usual,

and himself got off.

He didn't have the look of an

American tourist at all about him.

Not a camera on him.

And what was worse,
not even a fishin' rod.

- Castletown.

Castletown.

- Could you tell me the way to Innisfree?

- Innisfree, ah five miles
and maybe a half more.

Do you see that road over there?

- Yeah.

- Well don't take that
one, it'll do ya no good.

No the best road to Innisfree
and many used it to walk...

- Ah it's Innisfree you want.

Be savin' your breath Mr. Molouney,

let me direct the gentleman.

Happy to know the way to Knockanore?

- If he knew the way to
Knockanore would he be asking

the way to Innisfree and it just beyond?

- There's many knows Knockanore
that doesn't know Innisfree

and if you'd take the time to
study your country's history

Mr. Molouney, you'd be
the first to admit it.

- Ah no don't be sendin'
the poor man to Knockanore.

The fishin" is finished there entirely.

Now tell me this Yank,
what is it you're after?

Is it trout or salmon?

- All I want is to get to Innisfree.

- Ah, now you're talkin' sense.

The best fishin' in the country.

- To fine there Mr. Costello.

- Trout, trout as long as your arm.

And salmon, the last one
I got I was expecting

Jonah to pop out of his mouth.

Ah Innisfree I would
bring you there me self,

only I've got to drive the train.

Eh was I tellin' you about that trout

I got two Sunday's before last?

Ya did.

- At Innisfree.

Ah not at all, not at all.

At Ballygar over at the
other end of the country.

- Me sisters third young
one is livin' at Innisfree

and she'd be only too
happy to show you the road.

- Oh well fine.

- Oh no, no, if she was here.

It's Innisfree
the man wants to go.

- Do you see that sign post
there with the long arm.

- Innisfree this way.

- I wonder now why a man
would go to Innisfree.

- Six foot six?

- Four and a half.

- Cincinnati.

- Nope, Pittsburgh.

- Yes, yes.

Don't you remember
it Seanin and how it was.

The road led up past the
chapel and it wound and it wound.

And there was the field where
Dan Tobin's bull chased you.

It was a lovely little house Seanin.

And the roses.

Huh your father used
to tease me about them,

but he was that proud of them too.

- Ah that's nothin' but
a wee humble cottage.

- That little place across the
brook, that humble cottage,

who owns it now?

- The widow Tillane, not
that she lives there.

- Think she'd sell it?

- I doubt it.

- Don't bet on it, 'cause I'm buyin' it.

- Now why would, why would
a Yankee from Pittsburgh

want to buy that?

- I'll tell you why Michaleen Oge Flynn,

young small Michael Flynn who
used to wipe my runny nose

when I was a kid,
because I'm Sean Thornton

and I was born in that
little cottage over there.

And I've come home and
home I'm gonna stay.

Now does that answer your
questions once and for all

you nosy little man?

- Sean.

And look at you now.

Saints preserve us, what do they feed you

Irish men on in Pittsburgh?

- Steel Michael Oge, steel
and pig iron furnaces

so hot a man forgets his fear of hell.

When you're hard enough,
tough enough, other things.

Other things Michaeleen.

Now then here comes myself.

That's me there walking.

That tall saintly looking man.

Peter Lonergan, parish priest.

- Good day Father.

Sean this is Father Lonergan.

Father would you believe
it, this is Sean Thornton

born right here in
Innisfree, home from America.

- Hello Father.

- Ah yes, I knew your people Sean.

Your grandfather, he died in
Australia in a penal colony.

And your father he was a good man too.

Bad accident that.

And your mother?

She's dead, America when I was 12.

= I'll remember her in
the mass tomorrow Sean.

You'll be there seven o'clock.

- Sure I will.

- Good

- Sean I'd like to have a little word

with Michaeleen here in reference to a.

- Oh sure thing Father.

It'll only take a minute,

it's a little matter of.

- Take your time, I'll be up ahead.

Sean!

- Hey is that real?

She couldn't be.

- Ah nonsense man.

It's only a mirage brought
on by your terrible thirst.

Come up Napoleon.

- Over here we pronounce it Cohan.

- Good morning.

- None of that now, none of that.

It's a bold sinful man
you are Sean Thornton.

And who taught you to be playing

patty fingers in the holy water?

Just being polite is all.

- Maybe you don't know it's
a privilege reserved for

courtin' couples and then only
when the banns has been read.

And Mary Kate Danaher dipping her

fingers in as neat as you please.

- What did you say her name was?

- Mary Kate Danaher.

And don't be gettin®' any
notions into your head.

- Mary Kate.

- Forget it Sean, forget it.

Put it out of your mind entirely.

- Why, what's the matter?

She isn't married or anything is she?

- Married, that one?

Not likely.

And her with the freckles and her temper.

Oh that red head of hers is no lie.

Still a man might put up with that,

but not with her lack of a fortune.

The wealthiest
woman in Innisfree

was the widow Tillane.

She had neither chick nor child poor soul.

But she was well respected
and good to the poor.

- So you were born there, is that it?

- Yes ma'am.

All the Thorntons were born
there, seven generations of 'em.

- I see.

And what is your thought Mr.
Thornton, are you planning

to turn White O' Mornin"
into a national shrine?

- What?

- Perhaps charge tuppence to
visit it for a guided tour

through the little thatched cottage

where all the Thorntons were born.

Are you man of such imminence then?

- No, not exactly.

- My own family Mr.
Thornton has been in Ireland

since the Normans came some
hundreds of years ago.

But we've seen no reason
to establish monuments

or memorials like that.

- Look Mrs. Tillane I'm not talking

about memorials or monuments.

It's just that ever since I
was a kid living in the shack

near the slag heaps, my mother's told me

about Innisfree and White O' Mornin.

Innisfree has become another
word for Heaven to me.

When I quit the, when
I decided to come here

it was with one thought in mind.

- Innisfree is far from
being Heaven Mr. Thornton.

- Ma'am, Mr. Red Will Danaher
wishes to be announced.

I mean Squire Danaher.

Watch your muddy boots!

- Mrs. Tillane.

- Mr. Thornton from America.

- Ah.

- Boo.

- It's him I'm here about Mrs. Tillane.

Is it true?

- Is what true?

- That behind me back,
he's trying to steal

the White O' Morn right
from under me nose?

- And what concern of
yours is this Will Danaher?

- Concern!

Concern enough!

Haven't I made you a good fair offer

for that same piece of land?

And mine lyin' right next to yours.

- You may keep your offers.

- Oh, so it's true?

You sold it.

- No I have not.

- I knew it was a dirty
lie the minute I heard it.

Sure.

I said to him, Packy McFarlane
you'll never make me believe

that Sarah Tillane will
be sellin' White O' Morn.

Why it'd be like building a fence

between your land and mine.

And for a stranger to move in, says I.

And what would she be doing that for?

And us so close to an
understanding you might say.

- So you told him all that did you?

- That I did.

- Down at the pub I suppose,
in front of all those big ears

with pints in their fists
and pipes in their mouths.

- You may have the land Mr.
Thornton for 600 pounds.

- Done!

- No ya can't.

- 610.

- As I remember Mrs.
Tillane you said 700 pounds.

- See here little man.

- 710.

- How 'bout an even 1000?

- 1000 and, and I'll be sayin'
good day to you Mrs. Tillane

and all here but one, and
I've got you down in my book.

- My dad remembers his dad well.

Mike Thornton, he had
shoulders on him like an ox.

- I saw him me self this
mornin', a tall handsome man.

As I was passin' the chapel.

- If you'd passed the pub as
fast as you pass the chapel

you'd be better off you little squint.

- Just look at them, eating
me out of house and home.

Get back to the fields!

Come on all of ya!

There's work to be done.

- Isn't it a bit early in
the day for the bottle,

even for you.

- Feeney get your book out.

Set down the name, one Sean Thornton.

- Aw look at me clean
floor ya dirty little pig!

- Ah shut yer gob.

- I'll shut you me little man.

Here clean it up yourself

or there won't be any dinner
in this house tonight.

- There now, there now, isn't that grand?

Isn't it grand now huh?

Lookit you mustn't mind mind
himself this day Mary Kate.

- That's all the work you're good for

you little tattle tale.

- Feeney, have you written
the name I give ya?

- I have.

- Well then strike a line through it.

Ha ha death for him, Sean Thornton.

- So, he bought White
O' Morn in spite of you.

Good for Widow Tillane!

- Pay no attention to her
at all Squire Danaher.

Take no notice of her
at all, take no notice.

- You do and there'll be a fine
wake in this house tonight.

After all he's got more right
to that land than you have.

- He'll regret it to his dying day.

If ever he lives that long.

- Think it'll be alright
if I leave my bags in here?

I imagine
they'll be safe enough.

- Oh and if you see a little
guy named Michaeleen Flynn

will ya tell him I'm
waitin' for him in the bar?

- It'll be a pleasure,
especially for Michaeleen Flynn.

- Oh thanks.

- Is there anything else
you'd like now Yank?

- Well if I think of
anything, I'll let ya know.

Good evening.

Pleasant night.

I'll try one of those black beers.

- Ah the porter, yes sir.

Sir will ya join me?

Matter of fact I'd like
to buy everybody a drink.

- I do not believe I
heard your name tall man.

- Thornton, Sean Thornton.

- And your father's name?

- Mike.

Michael Thornton, he used to
live here, White O' Mornin.

Just bought the place back.

That's why I'm here.

- Then your grandfather
would be Old Sean Thornton.

- Right.

- Bless his memory.

So it's himself you're named after?

Well now, that bein' the
case, it is a pleasant evening

and we will have a drink.

There was a wild colonial boy

Jack Duggan was his name

J He was born and bred in Ireland

5 In a town called Castlemaine

7 He was his father's only son A

- Oh good evening Father.

- Is the rest of the committee here?

- Yeah they're waiting.

- Sorry we're late.

- Ah the fishing was bad, was it Father?

- A fishing is it?

Fine lot of time we have for that.

Come along Father.

- Oh, uh Michaeleen.

- Commandant Forbes.

- Ah you can forget about the commandant,

we're at peace now man.

- True, but I haven't given up hope.

- Man your Yankee friend
is waitin' for ya in the bar.

- Oh is he here already?

- Wait a minute now
Michaeleen, who is he anyway?

- Well he's a nice,
quiet, peace lovin' man

come home to Ireland
to forget his troubles.

- Troubles?

- Sure, yes, yes, he's
a millionaire you know,

like all the Yanks, but he's
eccentric, oh yes eccentric.

Wait 'til I show ya.

- What is it?

- It's a bag to sleep in,
a sleepin" bag he calls it.

Did ya ever hear, I'm
tellin' ya a sleepin' bag.

Here wait til' I show ya how it operates.

Where does it open?

Hurry up now because I've got
a very important appointment.

7 At the early age of 16 years

5 He left his native home

3 And to Australia's sunny shore

3 He was inclined to roam

He robbed the wealthy squireen

& All arms he did destroy

53 A terror to Australia was

This wild colonial boy &

- Sean Thornton, the men of
Innisfree bid you welcome home.

- Thank you.

- And the men of Innisfree
bid you welcome home.

What's wrong with that
little speech Feeney?

- Oh you'll be known' what Squire.

- I'm a man from Innisfree,
and the best man,

and I bid no welcome to
any man fool enough to pay

1000 pounds for a bit of
land that isn't worth 200.

- Ah true for ya Squire.

Didn't I hear
of someone named Danaher

biddin® to 810 huh?

- Get your book out.

Put his name down.

Dermot Fahy.

-FAHY, no E squireen Danaher.

- And if you were half
the man you think you are

you wouldn't begrudge a Thornton

the right to his own birthplace.

- And that's my opinion.

- What right has he to land
that he's never worked?

- It's Thornton land isn't it?

- You've too much of your own as it is.

- Quiet if ya please.

Parliamentary procedure.

Squire Danaher has the floor.

- If I had the floor.

I'd hit that big ape with it.

- Now hold on.

I don't blame Mr. Danaher
for gettin' on his ear.

- Who's on his ear?

Why you and ten doltins like ya

couldn't put the Danaher on his ear.

- Oh it's just a way of speaking.

- Well then mind your ways then.

- The point is, it's already done.

I own the property now and as long

as we're gonna be neighbors.

- Neighbors?

Neighbors?

Never!

And if I so much as catch
you as putting one foot

on my property I'll,
I'll, oh another thing,

you keep away from my sister Mary Kate.

She's not for the likes of you.

- Where I come from we don't talk about

our women folk in saloons.

You sort of make a habit of it.

This morning it was widow Tillane.

- What's that?

- It's true.

It's ashamed you should be.

- Look I'm not accusing Mary Kate.

It's him!

Why this very morn, let
him deny it if he can.

At the back of the chapel

he took liberties that he shouldn't have.

- I said good morning to her.

- Good morning, yes but it was good night

you had on your mind.

- That's a lie.

- That's a what?

- I said that's a lie.

- That's a word I take from no man!

Put up your fists.

- I'm not gonna fight you Danaher.

- I'm gonna fight you!

Easy Danaher.

- What's the matter with you?

- Ah he's drunk.

Hey Feeney, Feeney, take him home will ya?

- Come Squire, don't soil
your knuckles on the man.

- Are ya alright Sean?

- Come on Danaher, what do ya say?

- Never.

- You take the man's hand
or I'll read your name

in the mass on Sunday.

- Oh take it Squire, take
it, take it, take it.

- I'd join the Church of Ireland first.

- As if they'd have ya.

Now go on take his hand.

Shake hands with him like I tell ya.

- Go on, go on.

- Shake hands.

Shake hands.

- It's a good grip you have Danaher.

I always hated a flabby handshake myself.

- Father Paul.

- Michaeleen, introduce me to this quiet,

peace lovin' man of yours.

- I have a strange notion
we're gonna be friends Yank.

- Well give me a minute,

just let some blood run
back into this hand.

- Sean Thornton.

His grandfather, oh a grand man he was,

was hung in Australia.

Oh I could tell ya blood
curdling stories about him,

but me throat, me throat's gone dry.

- Alright, come on over.

J He was born and bred in Ireland

5 In a town called Castlemaine

He was his father's only son

His mother's pride and joy

4 And dearly did his parents love

This wild colonial boy &

- Are you sure you won't
change your mind Sean

and come around home with me?

- Don't worry about it, got
my sleepin' bag haven't I.

- Well it's a nice soft
night, so I think I'll go

and join me comrades and
talk a little treason.

Good night Sean.

- Good night Michaeleen.

- God bless you.

- It's a bold one you are.

And who gave you leave to be kissin' me?

- So you can talk.

- Yes I can, I will, and I do.

And it's more than talk
you'll be gettin' if you

step a step closer to me.

- Don't worry, you've got a wallop.

- You'll get over it I'm thinkin'.

- Well some things a man
doesn't get over so easy.

- Like what supposin'?

- Like the sight of a girl
comin' through the fields

with the Sun on her hair.

Kneeling in church with
a face like a saint.

- Saint indeed.

- Now come into a man's
house to clean it for him.

- But that was just my way of
being a good Christian act.

- I know it was Mary Kate
Danaher and it was nice of you.

- Not at all.

- Hello.

- Good morning Mr. Thornton.

- How are you father, uh doctor.

- No, no, Mister.

And on formal occasions, the
Reverend Mister Playfair.

And this is Mrs. Playfair.

- Well Mr. Thornton you are a wonder.

It looks the way all Irish
cottages should and so seldom do.

And only an American would
have thought of emerald green.

- Red is more durable.

- And the roses, how nice.

You'll need lots and lots of horse manure.

Fertilizer I mean, horse is the best.

Oh I brought you a plant.

You know a primrose
by a river's brink.

- Brim not brink.

Next line ends in hymn.

- Poets are so silly aren't they?

Oh I hope you're not one Mr. Thornton.

- Oh no ma'am.

- Thornton.

There's a familiar ring to it.

Ring to it.

Thornton.

- It's a common name.

Thank you for the plant Mrs. Playfair,

this is damn, darn, awfully nice of you.

- Oh.

- It's a bed.

Excuse me.

- Morning.

- That's a fine big bed
you have Mr. Thornton.

- Biggest one I could find.

- Is that a bed or a parade ground?

Oh a man would have to be a sprinter

to catch his wife in a bed like that.

- Well Mr. Flynn.

And what are you all dressed
up for Michaeleen Oge?

- I have.

I have come.

- I can see that.

But from whose pub was it?

- Pub.

So a tongue like an adder.

I have a good mind to
go about me own business

and tell Tean Shornton
he's well off without you.

- Wait a minute?

What was that?

- Well be ya listen then
and not be interrupting

the shaughraun, the matchmaker.

I have come at the
request of Tean Shornton.

- Sean Thornton.

- Sure.

Bachelor and party of the first part.

To ask of you, strictly
informally mind you,

Mary Kate Danaher, spinster,
and party to the second part.

- Well go on, you were sayin'?

- Actually me mouth is like a dry crust

and the Sun is that hot on me pate.

- Would you be steppin' into the parlor.

The house may belong to my brother,

but what's in the parlor belongs to me.

- I will then.

And I hope that there's a bottle there

whoever it belongs to.

- It could be.

- You're a fine steady hand.

To good bargaining.

To resume.

The party of the first part.

- That's him.

- Has instructed me to
inquire before entering into

formal negotiations whether
the party to the second part.

- That's me.

- Thinks kindly of the general idea.

Or in his own words, American, yeah, yeah,

he wants to know if you'd go for it.

- Go for it?

- And if you do, he'll
speak to your brother.

- Oh that won't be easy.

- Oh as well I know it.

He'd as soon put his thug
of a fist in me teeth

as bid me the time of the day.

- Oh.

Now tell me what did
Sean, I mean the party

of the first part, say about my fortune.

- He says he doesn't give it.

He says it's a matter of
complete indifference to him.

- He did.

- He says he doesn't give a,

he says it's all one to him if you come

with the clothes on your back.

Or without them for that matter.

- Oh he did, did he.

Well a fine opinion he must
have of me if he thinks

I'd go to any man without a proper fortune.

And this you may tell your
mister party of the first part.

That when I wed, whatever's
my own goes with me.

Get up little man.

And all this furniture's mine.

And I have that china, and
linen, and 50 pounds in gold

my father left me, and my
mother's rings and broaches,

and my grandmother's wedding
veil and her silver combs

and buckles, and, 30 pounds
odd in notes and silver

I've earned this past 15 years.

That's all.

- You're a well propertied woman.

I wouldn't mind marrying you me self.

Where'd you leave the bottle?

- And I'd have you tell
him that I'm no pauper

to be going to him in my shift.

& Lo young May moon is beaming love

7 The glow of one's lamp is gleaming love

3 How sweet to rove through Morna's Grove

7 While the drowsy world is dreaming of J

- Do you know the Peeler and the Goat.

- I do not.

- Neither do I.

- Could you use a little
water in your whiskey?

- When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey.

And when I drink water, I drink water.

But back to business now.

Well what answer will
I give Sean Thornton,

Mary Kate Danaher.

- Well you can tell him from me that,

that I go for it.

1 Here's to steal a few
hours from the night

& My dear J3

- How do I look?

You look fine.

- Hey what do I say?

- Nothin'.

I'll do all the talking.

- And I'm supposed to
stand here like a dummy?

- Shh, now.

- Will there's someone comin' to call.

- Who?

- It's, well, it's Michaeleen Oge Flynn

and there's a gentleman with him.

Here Will, put on your coat.

Will Danaher they're
comin' to the front door.

- Well since when has the
backdoor been not good enough?

God
bless all in this house.

Good evening.

Miss Danaher we would like

a word with your brother.

- Come on in so and welcome.

- Easy now.

Mr. Sean Thornton bachelor meet

Miss Mary Kate Danaher spinster.

Miss Danaher meet Mr. Thornton

from Pittsburgh Massachusetts USA.

- Good evening Miss Danaher.

- This way please.

Um, this is my brother.

- Leave the room.

- But uh.

- I said leave the room.

- Yes Will.

- Sit down, sit down,
that's what chairs are for.

If you've come for supper, you're late.

- Gracious invitation, but thank you no.

I don't suppose there's a drop of anything

wet in the house eh?

- Help yourself to the buttermilk.

- Buttermilk.

The Borgias would do better.

We'll come with your permission
to the object of this visit.

You've noticed I presume that I'm

wearing my official black coat.

- I have.

For your dead friend here?

I need no trouble to arrange
any marriages for me.

- I see.

You've been making fine
progress with the widow Tillane

then in the last 10 years eh?

- Oh is that what you've
come to talk about?

- I have not.

I've come to talk about your
sister Mary Kate and him.

- Oh get out.

Well if he was the last man
on the face of this Earth

and my sister the last
woman, I'd still say no.

- Now just a minute.

- If it's a question of the
girl's fortune, we've...

- Oh fortune.

Why if it'd be a shilling
piece he wanted with her,

I'd still say no.

- Aw come on Michaeleen I
told you it'd do no good.

I'll explain it to her myself.

- I'll count three and if
you're not out of the house

by then, I'll loose the dogs on you.

- If you say three mister,

you'll never hear the man count 10.

Oh Mary Kate he, we tried.

- We'll see him again some other time.

- I thank you anyway Sean
Thornton for the asking.

- You don't think this changes anything.

It's what you say that counts, not him.

- Now, now Sean you've gone
too far, that's enough.

- Say what is this?

We're gonna get married, aren't we?

I don't get it.

- This is Ireland Sean not America.

Without her brother's consent,
she couldn't and wouldn't.

I'm sorry for both of you.

H'yeah, h'yeah, h'yeah, h'yeah.

Ah those were the bad days.

Sean with a face as dark as
the black hunter he rode.

A fine ill tempered pair they were.

It was only a matter of time before one

or the other broke his neck.

We knew things couldn't go on this way.

- Easy Sean.

- Hello Mary Kate Danabher.

- Good morning Sean Thornton.

So we formed
a little conspiracy.

The Reverend Mr. And Mrs.
Playfair, Michaeleen Oge Flynn,

saints forgive us myself.

And on the day of the Innisfree races

we sprung the trap on Red Will Danaher.

- Now you remember what I told you,

you make your speed
when you hit the water.

- Yes Father.

- And ride carefully my son.

- Yes Mom.

- Thornton, no silks.

- Your colors Thornton.

- Thank you.

- Good luck.

- Good luck.

- Ladies, Gentlemen,
your attention please.

Will all the lovely ladies who
are putting up their bonnets

for the Innisfree cup,

please place their bonnets
on the finishing line.

Ladies your bonnets please.

- Will you not be putting
up your bonnet Mary Kate?

- Indeed I will not.

- No?

- No.

Okay Michaeleen
the widow's bonnet.

- Will all the gentlemen riders

please go to the starting line.

All riders please.

- Yes sir a crown at
20 to one on the Yank.

I'm givin' 20 to one on the Yank.

I'm givin' 30 to one on,
40 to one on Danaher.

- Flynn if you've been doin'
any matchmakin' between

Thornton and my widow,
I'll put you in the book.

- Ah so you've heard eh?

- Father Lonergan, what sort
of a scoundrel is this Yank?

One minute it's me sister
and the next it's herself.

- Well blame no one but yourself.

If you'd have saved me as your matchmaker

you and the widow would've
been married long since.

- True, well true.

- And mind you I'm not saying
that it's too late yet.

- What do you mean?

- Why do you suppose the widow Tillane

has stood you up so long huh?

You're a fine lookin' man isn't ya?

-I am.

- A rich propertied man.

- And well she knows it.

- Father, will I tell him.

- Go ahead Michaeleen.

- What woman would come into the house

with another woman in it?

If you got rid of Mary Kate,

the widow would have been in like a shot.

- No.

- Yes.

You had your chance and you flubbed it.

You refused Sean Thornton
and he reneged on ya.

Now I doubt if he'd take your sister

if you put a thousand pounds on her.

- Father Lonergan.

- Well I can't say it's true,
and I won't say it's not.

But there's been talk.

- Oh a lot of talk.

- A lot of talk eh?

- Two women in the house
and one of the a redhead.

- Two women.

- Three Our Fathers
and three Hail Mary's.

- Morning Mary Kate.

Morning children.

- Don't sit here gawking.

You better put up your bonnet.

- I will do no such shameless thing.

- You will.

- I will not!

- No bonnet Mary Kate?

What a pity.

- Betting will now stop.

And the sale of all intoxicating

and alcoholic drinks will cease.

I mean that now.

Oh and Sergeant Major,
in your good time please.

- The Yank's holding back.

- Foul Guppy.

- Will you look at that crazy Danaher?

- Wouldn't it be wonderful now
if he broke his blasted neck?

- Maybe he will now, God willing.

- Will.

Will come on!

- Foul Father Danaher!

- I didn't see it.

- Come on Sean, Sean.

I mean Paul, Father Paul.

- Thornton!

- He took your bonnet Sarah.

- Fine race.

You rode like a trooper.

Trooper Thorn of course.

I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.

- Well now that you know it,

I wish you'd keep it under your hat.

I mean forget it.

- I understand.

It'll be our secret.

- Thanks.

Your bonnet Mrs. Tillane.

- The cup for the winner.

- Oh thank you.

- Flynn does your offer still stand?

- Well now that depends

You mentioned 500 pounds.

- 350 pounds and not another penny.

- Well I'll speak to me
principle of the first part eh.

- Good morning, good morning.

Thank you.

Come on, come on.

Well now the banns having been
read, and no man objecting,

I'm permitting this
man to court me sister.

But under the usual conditions.

Mr. Flynn.

Do you assume the full responsibility?

- I do.

I do.

And from now on they"ll do
the walkin' and the talkin'

under me own eyes.

- Well then let the courting commence.

- Hey none of that now, none of that.

Hands to yourself on your
own side of the road.

Get on the other side of the car.

- Up you go.

- Thank you.

- I don't get this, why do
we have to have you along?

Back in the states I'd
drive up, honk the horn,

the gal would come running out.

- Come running?

I'm no woman to be honked
at and come a runnin'.

- America, huh, prohibition.

You see that over there?

That's the ancestral home
of the ancient Flynns.

It was taken from us by, by the Druids.

Well you're the quietest
couple I ever herded.

We'll get nowhere at this rate.

Off with ya.

I'll let you do a healthy mile

or so just to get used to
walkin' correctly together.

Well, well, well she's
a fine healthy girl.

No patty fingers if you please.

- Nice day.

- It is that Mr. Thornton.

- That's a pretty bonnet you have on.

- Bonnet.

Don't you be talkin®' to me about bonnets.

After leavin' mine stuck up there like.

- Easy now, easy now.

Is this a courtin' or a donnybrook?

Have the good manners
not the hit the man until

he's your husband and
until he'll hit ya back.

- I am sorry.

I have a fearful temper.

You might as well know about it now

instead of finding out about it later.

We Danahers are a fighting people.

- I can think of a lot of things

I'd rather do to one of the Danahers.

This Danaher.

- Shh, Mr. Thornton.

What will Mr. Flynn be thinking?

- Can you ride a bike?

Well what are we waiting for?

- Mary Kate Danaher!

Sean!

Come back here!

Come back here at once
you shameless lot of ya.

Come back!

Come back here!

Come back here at once
you shameless lot of ya!

Come back here with you two at once!

Beat that?

I think you have more
sense than I have me self.

Woah there Freddy.

- If anybody had told me
six months ago that today

I'd be in a graveyard in
Innisfree with a girl like you

that I'm just about to
kiss, I'd have told them.

- Oh but the kissin's a long way off yet.

- Huh?

- Well we've just started
a-courtin' and next month

we'd start the walking out
together and the month after that

there'd be the threshing parties
and the month after that.

- Nope.

- Well maybe we won't
have to wait that month.

- Yep.

- Or for the threshing parties.

- Nope.

- Or for the walking out together.

- No.

- Then so much the worse
for you Sean Thornton,

for I feel the same way about it myself.

And so they were married in the

same little chapel I
gave them their baptism.

Later there was a nice
quiet little celebration.

7 Oh as I went out one morning

7 It being the month of May

3 A farmer and his daughter

7 I spied upon me way

3 And the girl sat down quite calmly

47 To the milking of her cow

7 Sayin' I will and I must get married

3 The humor is on me now

53 Oh the humor is on me now

53 Oh the humor is on me now

7 Sayin' I will and I must get married

3 The humor is on me now

7 So at last the daughter married

J4 And she married well to do

53 And loved her darlin' husband

3 A month, a year, or two

7 But Sean was all a tyrant

1 As she quickly rued her vow

3 Sayin' I'm sorry I ever married

8 The humor is off me now

4 Oh humor is off me now

4 Oh humor is off me now

4 Sayin' I'm sorry I ever got married

3 The humor is off me now 1

- To a successful conspiracy.

- A toast to the bride and groom.

- One moment, one moment.

As shaughraun I say there'll be no toasts

until we've seen the bride's fortune.

- The bride's fortune?

You'll see it, never fear.

- Oh he'll see it now if you please.

Now then the proprieties must be observed.

Father Lonergan.

- Feeney.

350 pounds gold.

A collection of furnishings,
linen, and pewter

goes with the sister of Will Danaher.

- Then a toast.

May their days be long
and full of happiness.

May their children be
many and full of health.

And may they live in peace and freedom.

- Reverend, Fathers,
Ladies, and Gentlemen.

Attention, attention please, Squire,

Squire Danaher has the floor.

In other words he's, he, he's got

something to say to you's all.

- Thank you.

I've got a little announcement to make.

Cohan, fill up the
glasses, go on all of them.

Today I've given my sister in marriage.

My only sister.

And now she's gone from
the house of Danaher.

But what's in a house without a woman?

- That's true.

- Uh huh that's right.

What's a house without a woman in it?

- Yeah what's a house
without a woman in it?

Where would any men of
us be without a woman?

Why even Father Lonergan had a mother.

- What do you expect?

- Yeah what'd you expect?

What do you expect huh?

So, so uh.

- So without further eloquence.

- Without further eloquence.

- So without further
eloquence I will give a toast

to myself who is soon to be wed.

All she has to do is to
say that little word.

When is the happy day Sarah darling?

- Have you lost the little
sense you were born with?

- But Sarah darling.

- And don't darling me you clod.

Who gave you the right to
make such an announcement?

- But Sarah.

But they all, they all said.

Why, the Reverend Mister
Playfair, Mrs. Reverend,

Father Lonergan, little Flynn.

Michaeleen didn't you tell me all I had.

- No, no, I did and I didn't.

- Oh you lied didn't ya?

You lied didn't ya?

You all lied.

It's bad enough of you
people, but my own priest.

You got her by fraud and falsity.

You put 'em up to this.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Ah don't deny it.

- Oh Will for heaven sake.

- Danaher you're a crazy man.

- Crazy am I?

- Will, Will!

- Well there's something
you won't get, now or ever!

Now get out of here, all of you!

The Reverend first, ladies and gentlemen.

Get out!

- Mary Kate, come on let's go home.

- No, not without my fortune.

It's mine and my mother's
before me and I'm not.

Steady Trooper, steady.

- Let's go home.

- Ever since I was a little girl

I've dreamed of having
my own things about me.

My spinet over there.

And a table here.

And my own chairs to rest upon.

And a dresser over there in that corner.

And my own china and
pewter shining about me.

And now.

- I didn't know you
felt that way about it.

But it seems like a lot of fuss and grief

over a little furniture and stuff.

It is a
pretty cottage isn't it?

- Yeah.

I think so.

- Don't touch me.

You have no right?

- What do you mean no right?

- I'll wear your ring,
I'll cook and I'll wash

and I'll keep the land, but that is all.

Until I've got my dowry
safe about me, I'm no

married woman, I'm the
servant I have always been

without anything of my own.

- That's ridiculous you're
my wife and fortune...

What is this?

- Haven't I been trying to tell you?

That until you have my dowry,
you haven't got any bit of me.

Me, myself.

I'll still be dreaming amongst

the things that are my own.

As if I had never met you.

There's 300 years of happy
dreaming in those things of mine

and I want them, I want my dream.

I'll have it and I know it.

I'll say no other word to you.

- Alright, you'll have your
dowry or daughter of fortune

or whatever you call it.

- Well get it then.

- There'll be no locks or
bolts between us Mary Kate

except those in your own
mercenary little heart.

- Sean.

- How'd you sleep?

- Don't be shamin' me, please,
in front of your friends.

- What?

- Oh, okay.

3 There that I learned all me courtin'

4 Many lessons I took in the art

3 Till cupid, the blaggard, while sportin'

3 An arrow drove straight through me

Mush, mush, mush, turaliaddy

Me mush, mush, mush, turali-ay

7 So I lathered him with me shillelagh

3 For he trod on the tail of me

Mush, mush, mush, turaliaddy

& And just like the dingle of old

7 I lathered him with me shillelagh

J For he trod on the tail of me coat

- Hello the house, anyone up?

Good morning!

- Good morning.

- I suppose it is a bit
early to be calling.

- Well after you left last night Mary Kate

a couple of us persuaded
Danaher to change his mind.

- It's what might be called

a sort of a belated wedding present.

- My things.

My furniture.

- Oh we'd have brought them
over last night Sean but due

to the circumstances we thought
you'd be needin' your sleep.

- Thanks, thanks.

- Oh!

- Oh, okay easy, easy now.

- God bless all here.

- That's right, oh be careful.

Over there by the wall.

No, no, now turn it around

so that the light shines on the music.

That's grand, that's grand.

- Where do you want this?

- Mighty handy.

- It was my mother's and my
mother's mother's before.

- Where do I put it?

- Where do you suppose?

- Where do you suppose.

- We're sorry about the dowry Mary Kate.

- We couldn't make him
change his mind about it.

Not even Father Lonergan could do it.

- Well let him keep it.

- Keep my fortune.

- Sure you've got your
tables and chairs about you.

What do we care about his money?

- My money.

- Well let him have it if
it means that much to him.

Gainway!

- What manner of man is
it that I have married?

- I better one I think
than you know Mary Kate.

- Impetuous.

Homeric.

53 Oh Innisfree

& My island I'm returning

From wasted years

1 Across the wintry sea

4 And when I come back

& To my own dear Ireland

31" rest awhile

7 Beside you

7 gra mo chroi J

- Now I know why you have so many

rock walls in this country.

- Roses.

Are you planting roses.

- Yeah.

- Fine farmer you are.

Not a turnip, or a cabbage,
or a potato on the place.

- Or children.

I'm sorry.

- Well I, I suppose they will make

a very fine display around the cottage.

It is a pretty cottage isn't it?

- I think so.

- Oh lets see now.

We need a plow and a cultivator
and seed for plantin'.

And about the horse for the plowing

we could sell that black hunter of yours.

- I'll buy another horse for the plowing.

But why not a tractor?

- Oh a tractor.

Nasty smelly things and
besides they're an awful price.

With a horse you get other advantages.

- Yeah.

For the roses.

- Roses again.

You.

We could do our shopping in
Castletown and if we put a good

foot under us we could be
there and back by supper time.

- Five miles.

- Well that's just a.

- Good stretch of the leg, I know.

Alright.

Get on your walking shoes.

- I'll be a minute.

Oh!

- So you're not a woman
to be honked at huh?

- Why it's beautiful.

Did you ever see such a.

Why it looks like it could fly.

- It's only one horse
power, but it's all yours.

- Mine?

Sure.

Think you can drive it?

- Hold on to your hat.

- You take care of that Feeney.

Now then, let's have another
pint, and I'm buying this one.

- High time.

- What's that?

- I said that's fine Squire, fine, fine.

- Here's good health to you all.

- Look.

He sold the crossbreds.

- The what?

- The sheep he's been plannin' on.

- Oh.

- Hurry, now is a good time to ask him.

Well go on, go on.

- Ask him what?

- About my money.

He can't say that he
hasn't got it with him now.

- Can't you get it through your head

that I didn't marry you for your fortune.

I don't give a hang about the money.

- But he does, and that's
the whole point of it.

Now will you go and ask him?

- No.

Why shame ourselves?

- Shame?

The shame's on you, not on me.

Oh on me too if I'd married a coward.

- Is that what you think of me?

- Well what else if you let
him rob you out of my money.

- Money.

I'm sick of the talk of it.

Is that all you Danahers think about?

Money?

- Quiet see him, see him right
out there behind that rock?

- But Father it's very important.

- King of all salmon.

He's winking at me.

- I've got to talk to you Father.

- I've been tryin' to get
this one for 10 years.

- But Father I've got to
talk to you it's important.

It's about my husband and myself

- There he is, there he is.

- Father I, I.

You see, Father could I,
could I tell you in the Irish?

- Oh sha, sha, sha.

- Sleeping bag Father with buttons.

Oh!

- Woman, Ireland may be a
poor country God help us,

but here a married man
sleeps in a bed and not a bag

and for your own good I'll tell you.

Help, Help there he is!

There he is!

- Drag him in Father!

That's the
one I've been waiting

on him for 10 long years.

Keep his
head up, keep his head up.

Oh there's that
beauty, that's the lad.

Keep his head
up Father, get a tight line.

- I've got you, I've got you.

Ah a tight line it is.

Keep his
head up, keep his head up.

- His head is up, will you get the gaff.

For ten years I've, ten years I've said.

Get the gaff woman, get the gaff.

- Oh you got him, you got him Father.

Well keep his head up you fool.

- Get the gaff, get the gaff woman.

Oh God help us.

- Oh.

- Sleeping bags.

4 If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

3 Then maybe at the closin' of your day

0 You will sit and watch the moon rise

7 Over Claddagh

And see the sun go down

7 On Galway Bay

J1 For the breeze is blowin'
across the sea from Ireland J

- Oh you're just in
time to buy me a drink.

- Join us Sean.

- Aye you will have a drink Sean.

- No thanks.

I wanna talk to you in private.

- If there's anything you got
to say to me, say it here.

- I'd rather talk to you in private.

- Well what's the matter?

You're among friends.

They fought for you once didn't they?

Maybe they'll fight for you again.

- I'm not asking anybody
to do my fightin® for me.

- Oh.

So you're willing to do your own are ya?

- You know what I came for.

- I do.

Well I just wanna hear you ask for it.

Just ask for it Yank.

And you'll be chewing
your teeth for a week.

- You've got 20 pounds on him Danaher.

- And so I have.

How would it be if I put one
of me fists in me pocket?

Go on right or left?

Now you choose now go on.

Go on that's fair enough isn't it?

The fighting Thornton.

- It was Mr. Thornton
Cyril, so I brought him in.

- Oh bless my soul, come in, sit down.

- Have you tiddled your last wink Cyril?

- I have.

- No cheating.

- I have not.

Do you play tiddly winks?

- No, I uh, maybe I shouldn't
have butted in like this.

- Nonsense.

How's your lovely bride?

- Fine.

- Elizabeth, say
goodnight to Mr. Thornton.

- But he's only just come.

Oh.

Oh very well.

Goodnight Mr. Thornton.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight Cyril.

- Goodnight Elizabeth.

Pleasant dreams.

- Are you sure there's not.

- Goodnight Elizabeth.

- You're the only one I can
level with and I gotta talk

to somebody or I'm gonna blow my top.

- Danaher of course.

- Yeah.

Well since you know who I am or was,

you know why I don't wanna fight anymore.

- Yes, I was reading about
it again this evening.

Some men collect butterflies, some stamps.

My hobby's always been
sports, sporting events.

There it is.

Trooper Thorn quits ring.

Heavyweight challenger hangs
up gloves after fatal knockout.

Vows he will never fight again.

It's a very understandable reaction.

Still the papers all
say it was an accident.

Just one of those things.

- Maybe it's just one of
those things in a scrapbook

but not when you carry it around in here.

Tony Gardello was a good egg.

Nice little wife and home, couple of kids.

Clean fighter.

But I didn't go in there to out box him.

I went in there to beat his brains out.

To drive him into the canvas.

To murder him.

That's what I did.

For what?

A purse?

A piece of the gate?

Lousy money.

- And now money is behind
your trouble with Danaher.

- They think I'm afraid to fight him.

All the friends I've
made here, even my wife.

- But aren't you in a way?

- Did you ever kill a man?

Well I have and all this
talk about her big fortune,

it's not that important.

- Perhaps it is to her.

It must be strange to you from America,

but it's an old, old custom here,

and believe me it's a good custom.

The fortune means more to
her than just the money.

Not to me it isn't.

Isn't worth fighting for.

- Is your wife's love worth fighting for?

- I don't know.

All I know is that I
can't fight or won't fight

unless I'm mad enough to kill
and if that means losing her,

I don't know.

Maybe she doesn't love me enough.

- Hmm, it's a difficult situation.

But I think you'll find the
right answer in God's good time.

And when that time comes,
I hope I'll still be here.

- You're not figuring on leavin' are ya?

- It's a possibility.

See my bishop is coming
tomorrow on his annual visit.

And I've got such a small congregation.

Just two or three people at the service.

He may transfer me.

- Place wouldn't be the
same without you Padre.

- Elizabeth and I just love this place.

We were born here too you know.

Ah well the Bishop's a good
edg, maybe it'll be alright.

Oh by the way, don't
underestimate Danaher.

He may be clumsy, but he's
got a tremendous right

and a jaw of granite.

Heh, I did a little bit
of boxing in my time.

- Oh?

- You won't be laughin' now will ya?

It was at Trinity.

- Lightweight champion 1900...

- Oh the year doesn't matter.

It was long, long ago.

- Alright.

- Oh by the way would you
join me in a glass of.

Oh no.

No.

You'll be in training now of course.

Did you have any supper?

Nope.

I'm not hungry.

The drink
sometimes does that to a man.

- I haven't had anything to drink.

If you wanna know I was
talking to the vicar.

Mr. Playfair.

- That's strange.

I had a long talk with Father Lonergan.

- Woman of the house?

Where's me tea?

Mary Kate!

- Save your breath boy, save your breath.

She's gone from ya.

And small wonder.

- What are you talkin' about?

Where is she?

- She came tappin' at me
door with the sun was up.

Will you drive me to the train, says she.

- Why?

- Me very question, why says I.

- Because I love him, says she.

I love him too much to go on

living with a man I'm ashamed of.

- What time was this?

- Oh in time for the Dublin train.

- Saddle up my horse will ya please?

- Saddle his horse.

I'll have no part in helping
you to put more shame on her.

Heh, saddle his horse.

- Well we're off.

- And might I suggest Mr.
Costello the train already

being four and a half hours late.

- Is it my fault Mr. Bailey
that there's a hurling match

at Ballygar and the that the champions

of all Ireland are playin'

- And if you knew your
country's history as well as you

claim to know it Mr. Bailey,
you'd know that the Mayo hurlers

haven't been beat west of the
Shannon for the last 22 years.

That's a lie Costello

- If this means what I hope it means.

- Danaher versus the Yank.

- They'll be wigs
on the green this time.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Good day to you sirs.

- Five minutes did you say?

Right.

He's walkin' her back the whole long way.

- It's Homeric that's what it is, Homeric.

- Post a lookout at Maam
Cross, they may go home first.

- Where's your parabellum?

- In the same place.

Excuse me General.

- One if by land, two if by
sea, and if it's Danaher's,

I'll follow the lot.

- Oh what a day for Innisfree.

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

Gentlemen the drinks are on the house.

Well they are.

- Hey my darlin', here's your shoe.

- Oh!

Why you.

- It's only five miles.

Just a good stretch of the legs.

- Ma'am you lost your shoe.

- Thank you very kindly sir.

- Mister, Mister Sean, sir,

here's a good stick to
beat the lovely lady.

- Thanks.

- I think your in-laws
are coming to visit ya

Squire Danaher.

- Danaher, you owe me 350
pounds, let's have it.

- So the IRA's in this too huh?

- If it were red Will Danaher,

not a scorched stone in your
fine house would be standing.

- Beautiful sentiment.

- I'll pay ya, never.

- That breaks all bargains.

You can take your sister back.

It's your custom not mine.

No fortune, no marriage, we call it quits.

- You do this to me?

Your own wife, after, after what I.

It's done.

- There's your dirty money, take it.

Count it you spawn.

Now look, if ever I see
that face of yours again,

I'll push that through it.

- Charge it!

- I'll be goin' on home now.

I'll have the supper ready for you.

That was a dirty blow Sean.

- Alright Will you asked for it.

- Three to one I'm givin'
on Danaher, three to one.

- I'll take some of that,
10 pounds on Thornton.

- Done.

Anyone else, favor me friend and get.

- Gentlemen, if you please,
this is a private fight.

The Marquis of Queensbury
rules will be observed

on all occasions

- The Marquis of Queensbury
rules, mind you those, Squire.

- Okay with me Michaeleen.

Thanks.

- Non-belligerents will
kindly remain neutral.

Now shake hands and come out fightin'.

I thank you.

- Do you hear that everybody?

The Marquis of Queensbury rules.

- Now, now the Marquis
of Queensbury rules.

- Marquis of Queensbury rules.

Come on, get up, Marquis of Queensbury.

- I hope Thornton beats him senseless.

- Mr. Thornton is a married man Sarah.

- Who cares about him.

It's that big bellowing bully concerns me.

I'm the best man in Innisfree,

as if though I didn't know that.

- Call the Ballinrobe, tell him
to send his backup down here

send reinforcements immediately,
there's a riot here.

- Ballinrobe, Ballinrobe.

- Five to one on the big chap Snuffy.

- Given or taken?

- Given.

- Taken.

- You've had enough?

- No.

- Well give a man a hand then.

- Yes inspector.

Thank you sir.

- What did he say?

- He said to put five
pounds on Danaher's nose.

- Another 10 on Thornton.

- A pound on Danabher.

- Two pounds on Mr.
Danaher, Mr. Flynn please.

- Hand of a hundred battles,
aye in a thousand besides,

stood alone in the victorious
fields, buckler bent,

his broken sword clutched
in his mighty hand,

the blood of a thousand wounds
oozing from his open veins,

dripped on the bodies of
the bodies of the slain.

- Father!

Father Lonergan!

- Shh, shh, shh.

- There's a big fight in the town!

- Listen there's a big fight
in this fish right here.

- I'd have put a stop to it, but see.

- You do that man, it's your duty.

- But see it's Danaher and Sean Thornton.

- Who?

- Danaher and Sean Thornton.

- Well why the devil didn't you tell me?

- Father shouldn't we
put a stop to it now?

- Aye we should lad, yes
we should, it's our duty.

It's our duty.

- Go on get up or you're
gonna lose the match.

- How's that bettin® goin'?

- Even money Sean, even money.

But don't ruin it.

- Well Danaher, you're a good fightin' man

I'll say that for ya.

- Well if it comes to that,
it's been a pleasure beatin' ya.

- Thanks

- Will you take another 20 on Thornton.

- No, no, no, the book's
closed, the book's closed.

- Pound on Thornton against the Squire.

- Go away you traitor ya.

- How about a drink
before you kill yourself.

- The drink would be on the house.

- That's a good idea Sean.

The people from Ballygowan
are coming over by bus,

thousands of them.

- Aye that's a good idea.

Not that I'm tired mind you.

I'm as fresh as a daisy.

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

Let's go.

- Is that a public house?

- Yes your lordship.

- Are they going in?

- Yes your lordship.

- Oh does that mean the fight's over?

- No, no, that's just
the end of round one.

- Oh.

- Alright stand back now, stand back,

let them have their drink in peace.

- Ah now let me see.

Whiskey?

No that'd be too warm,
it'd get your blood up.

Port is the very thing.

- Ah it's peaceful and
quiet in here isn't it.

- Yeah.

- You know.

This has been a fight I'd
come a long way to see.

- I hope you can stick
around for the finish.

- Don't worry about that.

You know Yank, I've taken
quite a liking to you.

- I'm gettin' real fond of you too.

- Your widow, me sister, she
could've done a lot worse.

- True, true.

Poor woman.

- Thanks.

Fill "em up again.

- You'll buy me no drinks.

- The, the drinks are on
the house at Cohan sir.

- And I'm taking no drink
from you, you little squint.

- I'm buyin' the drinks.

- You can buy me a drink at
your wake and not before.

- I'm buyin'!

Bar towel.

What time is it?

- Half passed five sir.

- Lordy be.

- I hope you won't be
vexed with me sir but,

I've lost three pounds to Mrs. Tillane.

I know I shouldn't have bet but.

- There you are Snuffy, 15 pounds.

Hello there Elizabeth.

- Your Lordship.

And what have
you been doing all day?

- If you'll excuse me I'll,
I'll get your tea Snuffy.

There was a wild colonial boy

Jack Dugan was his name

J He was born and bred in Ireland

3 In a place called Castlemaine

He was his father's only son

His mother's pride and joy

4 And dearly did his parents love

This wild colonial boy &

- Woman of the house,

I have brought the brother home to supper.

- He is kindly welcome.

- God bless all in this house.

- Wipe your feet.

- Thank you ma'am.

- Sit down, sit down,
that's what chairs are for.

Hurry it up.

- Well then, so peace and quiet

came once again to Innisfree.

Good heavens what's that woman up to now!?

Make way, make way,

she'll be running you
down with that juggernaut.

Now when the Reverend Mister
Playfair, good man that he is,

comes down, I want you's all
to cheer like Protestants.

Now spread out, spread out.

- Hip hip hooray

hip hip hooray.

- Woah.

No patty fingers if you please.

The proprieties at all times.

Hold on to your hats.