All language subtitles for Breakfast.On.Pluto.2005.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

You can throw a fast one.

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ I didn't mean to make you blue ♪

How about it, kitten?

What's the chance of a bit tonight?

Oh, why, yes, of course, boys.

I'll leave the front door open

and you can all troop
in and give me a jab.

Not up to it, then?

You innocent, shovel-wielding,

horny-handed sons of the native sod.

Not many people are, munchkin.

Not many people can take
the tale of Patrick Braden

aka Saint Kitten,

who strutted the catwalks,
face lit by a halo of flashbulbs

as, "oh!" She shrieked, "I told
you, from my best side, darlings."

I was born, you see, munchkin,

in a small town near the Irish border.

I was left in a basket
on a certain doorstep

and only the Robins knew why.

Oh, but then, they knew
everybody's business.

Those red-breasted busybodies.

Every secret behind
every lace-curtain window.

Uh-oh, behind you!

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ I didn't mean to make you blue ♪

This looks like trouble.

Oh, dear!

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ Sugar baby love

let's go.

♪ I didn't mean to hurt you

♪ People, take my advice

♪ If you love someone, don't think twice ♪

♪ Love your baby love

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ Love her anyway

♪ Love her every day ♪

Robins! Would you believe it, father?

Pecking at the cream.

I suppose it's Christmas
morning, after all.

Is your breakfast all right?

Well, I'll get ready
for mass, so. God bless.

God bless.

He hasn't been himself lately, so.

No, he hasn't been himself at all,

since the blonde housekeeper left.

The one that looked like the film star

with the bubble-cut curls.

Mitzi Gaynor!

- Just the job.
- Mr. Steed?

Cutex coral pink.

Yes.

What a charming atmosphere you have here.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Ooh, will you have a love seat?

The love seat? Why not?

Mr. Lovejoy will see you in a moment.

He's just congratulating
one of our happy couples.

How very encouraging. Yes.

Uh, perhaps you'd like
a glass of champers?

Champers? Now you're talking.

Or, a piece of wedding cake?

No, thank you. I've just had breakfast.

Mr. Steed?

My good shoes! My good
shoes, you little brat!

Do it harder, mammy.

Teach him not to wear my dress again.

He'll make a disgrace of us?
Well, you'll not!

Do you really have to?

I'll march you up and down the street

and disgrace you
in front of the whole town.

Promise?

Hit him with it, ma!
Give him the brush again!

Say, "I am not a girl." I'm not a girl.

"I am a boy. I'm not a girl."

I'm a boy, not a girl.

Say it right.

Make him say it right, ma.

My heart broke from the
cursed day I ever took you in.

A short one by Gareth Carey,

up along the far wing to Tony Haddon.

Tony Haddon,
40 yards out now, from the...

Off he goes then, the ball
across him towards the center.

And coming, Alfred Whitney.
He's capped there.

Well down over his eyes
is, uh, Nick Brady.

The ball comes over.
Who's got it? Reid Morgan.

Reid Morgan gets the 35-yard...

Brother Barnabas says he'll
try you on the football team

and I want you to read this.

Heading high and to the right,
and yes, it is...

It's gone over the bar for
the first goal of the game.

Paddy Gardy.

The first goal of the game.

Paddy Gardy took one from this side.

It had a curl on it, and one had to wait

until the umpires gave their decision

as to whether it was in or not. It was.

And I call my mother names.

Well, you know,

you... you... you
shouldn't do that, my son.

What do you call her?

Hairy arse.

Hairy arse and bockedy hole.

And cunthooks.

Stay where you are!
You must not proceed.

Jesus!

You must not curse.

If you curse, you'll be exterminated.

Holy fuck!

You've been warned, earthling.

Now you must die!

No, dalek, please.

Sausages, sausages, stay where you are.

Yes, yes, of course! Please don't shoot!

Lawrence, come on.

Not now, I'm busy. I'm busy.

Come on.

I'm busy.

Oh, figgly boogles, I'm dead.

Die for Ireland?

I'm sorry, but it appeared to me

that someone here had
taken leave of their senses.

Are you playing the game or not, Braden?

Me play! Dying for Ireland.

Earthling, stay where you are!

Well, come on,
englishman, a bullet, please.

And next up is the dashing Feely

sporting a smoking jacket,
Fedora hat, and sunglasses by Gucci.

Madam.

The man himself.

Your mother will be back in a while.

Oh.

So how's Patrick
and the Braden household?

They're well, Mr. Feely.

Especially my mother, wherever she is.

So someone's told you something, Patrick?

They don't have to.

Hairy arse Braden tells me every day.

Ah, Patrick, now...

I'm sorry, Mr. Feely.

You know, I saw her once,
your real mother,

long after the day she left.

It was in London.

I was doing work for genie McQuillan.

I was going home through Piccadilly

and there, passing by, was Eily Bergin.

Lovely as the day she left,
I swear it to god.

Did you talk to her, Mr. Feely?

What did she say?

I shouted after her, Patrick,
but she didn't hear.

London swallowed her up.

The most beautiful girl in the town.

Biggest city in the world...

It swallowed my mother up.

What about my father, Mr. Feely?

I wouldn't know about that, son.

Things be complicated, you know.

What did she look like?

Mitzi Gaynor, son.

That's who she looked like, Mitzi.

Mitzi Gaynor.

Well, fuck me pink with a hairy arse!

In the name of the father and
the son and the holy spirit, amen.

You see, once upon a time,

there was a young girl named Eily Bergin

who looked not unlike the
well-known film star Mitzi Gaynor

who sang I'm gonna wash
that man right outta my hair.

And she went to London,
the biggest city in the world,

which swallowed her up.

But before she vanished,

I think she worked as a
priest's housekeeper, father.

But I could be wrong there, couldn't I?

I mean, I could be wrong. After all, I...

All I wanted was her address.

There between the Po
and the Apennines, boys

the climate is always the same.

The landscape never changes

and in country like this you can
stop along any road for a moment

and look at a farmhouse sitting
in the middle of maize and hemp,

and immediately a story is born.

Now, when you're writing
your essay for me this morning,

whatever form it takes is up to you.

It can be called "I fought
in the Easter rising,".

"I was Dracula's girlfriend,"

or even "a day in the life of an old boot".

You've got one hour, so learn to write.

"God bless us."

"It's yourself..."

Ah, god bless us. It's yourself, ma'am.

It is indeed, father.

Remarked

Randy father Liam

as he opened the door

to a young woman

who bore a startling resemblance

to Mitzi Gaynor.

So you are the replacement
for Mrs. McGlynn?

I am indeed, father.

Destroyed with the lumbago, she is.

Destroyed, and that's a fact.

But sure she'll be back on
her feet soon, please god.

Please god she will, now.

But tell me this,

have I begun to dote

or do you remind me of someone special?

When she sensed a movement

underneath his black serge trousers.

Oh, father, please, how could I?

When I've gone out of my way

knowing that your dicky doodle,
naughty poopster that he is,

given the slightest encouragement,

would be only too eager
to get up to mischief.

Down, boy! Naughty dicky.

To camouflage myself and look
like any ordinary old curate's drudge.

"And most definitely not"

"a perfume-sprayed vision"

"named Mitzi Gaynor"

"with a head of bubble-cut curls"

"that would make any
man's privates go sprong."

I've got the standard uniform, father.

The blue housecoat
with the bow at the back,

the tan stockings, color of stale tea,

the old hairnet, which
says to all them mickies

whose duty it is to stay
inside and wear black serge,

"no mickies today."

"Down, boys. That's it, my sweets,"

"off with you and say your prayers."

Breakfast, father?

By god, and now you're talking.

Mickey is devious

and no matter how much you tell him,

he simply won't stay down.

But drab old housecoats

and tea-colored stockings
might well have kept him down

if it wasn't for that pesky spot of grease.

Oh, this is powerful altogether.

I would do jail for another rasher.

Do you know that, Eily?

I'll fry you some more
this minute, then, father.

Come here, little Eily.
Did you hear the one

about peanuts at confession?

No, father. At least I don't think so.

Says the priest to the young fellow,

"did you throw peanuts in the river, too?"

To which the young lad says,
"no, father, I am peanuts."

Not a very funny joke,

but she laughed and she laughed.

In fact, you could say
she laughed until she cried.

Oops!

My skirt and housecoat are riding up.

Better abort this task at once

or we could have an exploding clergyman

filling the air with pent-up sexual energy.

Oh, no! Priest grows
wings in latest miracle.

Eily!

"When she found herself
enveloped by his skirts."

Now, father, is this another joke?

Ow!

That hurt, father.

Frank Sinatra wouldn't do this, father.

Neither would Vic Damone.

I'm all wet, father.

What are you doing down there, father?

Are you playing squidgy
with my fairy liquid?

But she was soon to realize

it wasn't fairy liquid he'd
been playing with down there.

The end.

No,

it wasn't fairy liquid at all.

"Privates go sprong."

"Privates go..."

How dare you?

When I said, "develop your literary skills,"

I did not, repeat, not, mean this.

Why did you write it?

I thought there was a moral, sir.

A lesson, if you will.

Young girls in mortal danger.

Get out of this classroom, Braden!

To the Dean's office!

Hello, class. My name is miss Kitten

and I'd like to tell you about the perils

of being a priest's housekeeper,

especially when you look
like Mitzi Gaynor.

Hands up who can tell me
who Mitzi Gaynor is.

So, you see, Patrick, we're on your side.

We're here to help you.

I don't think you understand that.

Well, no, you're wrong, father. I do.

So, if you can think of anything
that would help us to help you, well...

Well,

there is one thing, father.

Instead of P.E...

Yeah.

I could take home economics
and needlework class.

And you think that would help you, uh,

knuckle down and apply yourself?

What's that, Patrick?

Oh, and you can call me Kitten, father.

Kitten?

Yes, Patrick Kitten Braden,
after Saint Kitten.

Well, now, there was
no Saint Kitten, Patrick.

Oh, no, but there was
a Saint Cettin, father,

and some have been known to call him,

or was it a her,

Kitten.

Saint Kitten?

Mm-hmm.

He or she was an acolyte
of Saint Patrick.

Wore a dress. As did
Saint Patrick, actually.

A hairy dress.

Quite ruined her complexion.

And they're for your sister, Patrick?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, she really needs a bit of
glamour in her life, Mrs. Coyle.

But then again, don't we all?

The trouble broke out

as the minister of state for
Northern Ireland, Mr. Channon,

was visiting Derry
to see businessmen there

for the second time inside a month.

Jesus, mammy, I'm exhausted.

At least you have a job

which is more than that waster
yonder is ever likely to have.

Now, one more complaint from that school

and it'll not be good for you,
by Christ, it'll not.

Oh, mammy?

Do you have the price of
the dance and a cup of coffee?

Price of the dance and a cup of coffee?

Price of the dance and a cup of coffee?

Well, do you think I'm made of money?

Do you think I'm made of money, eh?

Eh, eh.

Will you just hand over the cash?

Will you just fork out the money

and stop blathering, you
fucking whiskery old whore.

Here. And don't ask me again.

Well, thank you so much, mammy.

Thank you so much.

♪ When god created a woman for me ♪

♪ He must have been
in a beautiful mood ♪

♪ To show the world
what a woman could be ♪

♪ When he created a woman like you ♪

♪ He made the sunshine
right out of your eyes ♪

♪ And he made the moon glow
all over your hair ♪

♪ He put a soft summer
breeze in your sighs ♪

♪ So you could breathe summer
into the air ♪

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Why not?

I'm not obliged to give you any
reasons, but I'll give you 2 anyway.

Him and her.

Don't have to stand
for this, do we, Paddy?

Oh, Paddy's her name.
Well, that's reason number 3.

Did you ever ride a man, Lukie?

No, but I rode a man that did.

Fuck you.

Evening.

How you doing?

Mikey, go get the lads.

I'm warning you, get out of here!

♪ With an angel at his side

fuck them and their rob strong.

We'll go to the Glen.

Excuse me. Can we have a lift?

Get on.

Moving out.

♪ Do you know what
they had forgotten to do ♪

♪ Up there where they made
all those heavenly things ♪

♪ They made an angel as lovely as you ♪

♪ But they'd forgotten
to fit you with wings ♪

Druids, man.
We're like the border knights.

Knew all about the space-time continuum.

No, Lawrence!
No. Excu... excuse me, please.

Open his eyes.

What do you see, bro? Sausages.

No stars?

Stars and sausages.

Now you're talking.

Gotta get behind the surface.

Yes, surface.

I see 4 green fields, brits in one of them.

Not for fucking long.

Hey, no politics, man.

Border knights don't allow them.

Jams the astral highway.

So why do you call yourselves
the border knights?

Because the only border that matters

is the one between what's in front

and what you've left behind.

When I ride my hog, you
think I'm riding the road?

No way, man.

I'm traveling from the past into
the future with a druid at my back.

Druid man or druid woman?

That doesn't matter.

What matters is the journey.

You know where it goes, baby?

Where?

♪ We'll visit the stars
and journey to Mars ♪

♪ Finding our breakfast

♪ On Pluto ♪

Pluto?

Pluto.

No, not Pluto the dog. Pluto the planet.

Named by Percival Lowell
and William Hm. Pickering,

after the invisible king of the underworld.

♪ Straighter than narrow

You think about that.

♪ Everyone knows

♪ It's me and my arrow

Oh, kiss me, Joseph.

Kiss me, Joseph Hanratty.

I'll beat your fucking...

♪ Me and my arrow

♪ Taking the high road

Now, boys and girls,

a retreat is time for prayer and reflection.

Some of you may have already
noticed that your bodies are

going through some changes

and I would like you to
feel free to approach us

about any problem that concerns you.

So, I will leave this problem box

here by the altar rails.

No problem should be precluded.

After all, that is why we are here.

♪ Me and my arrow

Now, does everyone remember
last week we were talking about...

♪ Straighter than narrow

♪ Wherever we go ♪

You'll not bring my retreat
into disrepute, do you hear me?

How dare it.
How dare you, you pup you...

Sir, you're hurting me.

What did you write on the paper, Patrick?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Just, did he know any place
that does a good sex change?

Disgraced!

Disgraced in front of the
whole town, so we are! Oh, Jesus!

How could you do it, Paddy?

Mammy has a bad heart!

And now you've broken it.

Oh, god, oh, god!

Oh, Jesus Christ. My arm!

She's not my mammy.

What did you say?

I'm sorry, Caz.

Sorry, mammy, wherever you are.

Oh, stop it, Patrick, please!

Why won't you stop it and
let us get on with our lives?

I'm sorry, Caz. I never meant to hurt you.

After all, we've both been through this...

Get away!

Get your hands off me, you creature!

Oh, figgly boogles. What's the point?

That's it, I've tried my best. I'm off.

♪ You're breakin' my heart,
you're tearin' it apart ♪

♪ So fuck you

♪ All I want to do is have a good time ♪

Are you going to Scotsfield,
by any chance?

We'd better be. We're playing
there tonight. Get in the back.

♪ You wanna boogaloo,
run down to tramps ♪

♪ Have a dance or two

Hello.

♪ You're breakin' my heart,
you're tearin' it apart ♪

But fuck you.

♪ You're breakin' my heart,
you're tearin' it apart ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

What do you think of
this trouble up north?

Oh, I think it's an absolute terror.

Do you think so, yeah?

Oh, I do it.

A terror to the living world, so it is.

I don't think you care either way,

my good-looking young friend.

No, I know how serious it is.

They think they can break us, don't they?

Hang Paddy from the ceiling.

Fuck him from a helicopter.

Give him a dose of white noise.

Shove electrodes up his arse.

Now, really, Mr...

Hatchett. They call me Billy Hatchett.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hatchett.

You really don't know who I am, do you?

I haven't had the pleasure.

Do you hear that, lads?

He's never heard of Billy
Hatchett and the Mohawks.

♪ Woomba, woomba,
woomba, woomba ♪

♪ woomba, woomba, woomba

♪ by the banks of the river

♪ lived a sweet Indian maid

♪ running bear, little white dove ♪

♪ Hiawatha didn't bother too much ♪

♪ about Minnie ha-ha
and her tender touch ♪

♪ till she took him to the silver stream ♪

♪ then she whispered words
like he had never heard ♪

♪ that made him all
shiver inside when she said ♪

♪ wig-wam bam,
gonna make you my man ♪

♪ wam bam bam,
gonna get you if I can ♪

♪ wig-wam bam,
gonna make you understand ♪

♪ try a little touch, try a little too much ♪

♪ just try a little wig-wam bam ♪

♪ running bear never cared enough ♪

♪ about little white dove
and her tender love ♪

♪ till she took him to the silver stream ♪

♪ she told him all about

♪ what he couldn't live without ♪

♪ and made him all weak
inside when she said ♪

♪ wig-wam bam,
gonna make you my man ♪

♪ wam bam bam,
gonna get you if I can ♪

♪ wig-wam bam,
gonna make you understand ♪

♪ try a little touch, try a little too much ♪

♪ just try a little wig-wam bam ♪

So, have you somewhere
to stay tonight, Paddy?

Or should I call you Patrick?

You can call me Kitten, darling.

Kitten?

Mmm-hmm.

After Saint Cettin.

He or she was an acolyte
of Patrick, Saint Patrick.

So you have somewhere to stay, then?

Mammy threw me out, I'm afraid.

Well, I could always,
uh, put you up in the van.

It's not much, but I could.

Mr. Hatchett!

Thank you.

You're welcome, Kitten.

♪ And, honey, I miss you

I'll be off to the hotel, then, Kitten.

I'd stay the night.

I'd stay the night, but the boys...

The boys might get the wrong idea.

No, I've gotta go. I've gotta go.

Oh, please don't go just yet.

Oh, Kitten. I gotta go. I really have.

♪ She was sad

♪ and so afraid that I'd be mad ♪

Billy! Billy, Billy.

♪ Though I pretended hard to be ♪

It's Bobby Goldsboro.

♪ Guess you could say
she saw through me ♪

Used to help me get to sleep.

His wife dies. You see, she
dies when he's away from home.

Oh, Kitten, I've gotta go now.

Billy. I really have.

And it was in the early spring ♪

If you were away with the band

♪ when flowers bloom and
Robins sing, she went away ♪

And you came home
and you found me lying there,

like Bobby's wife...

♪ And I'm being good

what about it?

♪ And I'd love to be with you ♪

What? Would you take me to the hospital?

Oh, of course I would.

Of course I would, Kitten.

Oh, I wish that could happen.

I've seen it all now.

I tell you, I've fucking well seen it all now.

Where the fuck do you
think he disappeared to

when we were in San Francisco?

I'd even bring you flowers.

♪ Now all I have is memories

roses?

Roses.

Oh, Billy.

Oh, Kitten.

Billy.

♪ Where honey lived and honey played ♪

♪ and love grew up ♪

For I ask you, Billy Bobby, nicest man,

what's an Indian band without a squaw?

"A squaw?"

♪ Young woman
share your fire with me ♪

♪ my heart is cold, my soul is free ♪

♪ I am a stranger in your land ♪

♪ a wandering man, call me sand ♪

♪ oh sir my fire is very small ♪

♪ it will not warm thy heart at all ♪

♪ but thee may take me by the hand ♪

♪ hold me and I'll call thee sand ♪

♪ young woman
share your fire with me ♪

♪ my heart is cold, my soul is free ♪

♪ I am a stranger in your land ♪

♪ a wandering man, call me sand ♪

Name, please?

Paddy Kitten. What's yours, darling?

I could tell you were a Paddy all right.

What about Geronimo?

What would I know? I'm just a Mick.

13 of your lot shot in derry.

What do you know about that?

Maybe you'd know about
13 less to deal with.

Fuck off, mate.

Fuck off.

♪ Oh, sir, my fire is burning high ♪

♪ if it should stop, sir, I would die ♪

♪ a shooting star has crossed my land ♪

♪ wandering man

♪ sand

get off the fucking stage,
you stupid bitch.

♪ Now warms herself with memory ♪

Patrick, I, I... I don't know
how to say this to you.

It's... it's the boys, the boys in the band.

They feel a squaw just isn't working out.

It could be they have a point.

They say it doesn't feel right.

I don't know, they've
been with me so long and...

I'm sorry.

But I have a little proposal.

A ring, perhaps?

Oh, Patrick, Patrick...

Shh.

Shh.

I told you not to call me that.

I'm sorry, Kitten.

Bobby Billy, would you
bring me sweeties, too?

You know I would.

What kind would they be?

Oh, for the love of Jesus.

No. No, quality street.

Quality street?

♪ Me and Mrs. Jones

♪ we got a thing

♪ goin' on

it was my mother's.

She left it to me in her will.

Nobody stays here, and I... I need
somebody to look after it, Kitten.

What do you reckon?

House of dreams and longing.

I wouldn't exactly call it a
house, but tell us what you think.

♪ We meet every day

♪ at the same cafe

oh, to have a little house.

To own the hearth, stool and all.

So, Kitten, can I come and
visit you every now and again?

Of course you can, you great,
big, silly Bobby Goldsboro.

You don't even have to ask.

♪ While the jukebox plays
our favorite songs ♪

♪ me and Mrs.

♪ Mrs. Jones

♪ Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones ♪

♪ we got a thing

♪ goin' on

♪ We both know that it's wrong ♪

♪ but it's much too strong

♪ to let it go now

well, goodness gracious, icky-oakie me.

♪ We gotta be extra careful

♪ that do we don't build
our hopes up too high ♪

♪ because she's got

♪ her own obligations

♪ and so, and so, do I

what?

What's with Diana Ross?

Leave him be, he knows nothing.

Keep it that way.

No problem.

♪ Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones ♪

♪ We got a thing goin' on ♪

♪ Captain Heeley went away

♪ And his wife got in the family way ♪

♪ And the only words
that she would say was ♪

♪ "Blame the British army"

♪ Too ra loo ra loo ra loo ♪

♪ I've made me mind up what to do ♪

♪ I'll work my ticket home to you ♪

♪ And fuck the British army ♪

If I volunteer, Irwin, could
I have pink glasses, please?

Can't you take anything serious?

Oh, serious, serious, serious.

You might have to soon enough.

So fucking what, Charlie?

I sell republican news. A
few fucking papers, big deal.

What are you, my fucking wife?

Don't you lie to me, Irwin.

I don't believe your stories.

I'm involved in nothing! I sell their paper,

for all the difference it makes in this kip.

Nobody gives a fuck!

Soon enough they fucking will.

If I find out you're lying to me,

I'll finish with you, I swear!

Yeah, well, finish it with me,
see if I fucking care!

Come on, move off the road.

There's a vehicle coming through.

Get back. It's for your own safety.

Get these people off the street!

I want everyone to move away
from the red van!

Come on, folks.
Stand back, please. Move!

Bring it down careful now. Yeah, gently.

Please, move back.

Move back.

Now let the army go to work.

Get back, now, get back.

Move back and clear the area.

There may be other devices.

You're to get away now. Get back, now.

Get away from the street.

Get off the street now.

Clear this area for your own safety.

Move back.

It's a dalek. Exterminate.

Lawrence!

Exterminate. Exterminate.

Exterminate. Exterminate.

Exterminate.

Dust thou art, and unto
dust thou shalt return...

Until the lord raises
you up on the last day.

Let us pray for our brother
Lawrence to our lord Jesus Christ

who said, "I am the
resurrection, and the life."

"The man who believes in me
will live even if he dies."

Our father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come

thy will be done on earth,
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

Serious, serious.

Time for some serious spring cleaning.

Fuck.

Don't you know what this means?

Do... do... do you know what
these guys are like, Paddy?

Don't let this come between us, Billy.

Shut up!

Jesus, what the fuck am I gonna do?

Fucking Jesus!

Tell them I was spring cleaning, darling.

Where are they, Paddy?

Tell me, where are they?

Now, what is this you mean, my darling?

The guns, you little fucking
whore, where are they?

The guns! It's all too fucking
serious! Don't go fucking me around.

Oh, all of a sudden
everybody's getting serious.

Serious, serious, serious.

I'm not fucking joking, Patrick!

Where are they?

I told you to call me Kitten.

Don't fucking know me.

You don't know where I've gone.

And if they come, if they fucking
come, you tell them nothing.

I mean nothing.

Whatever you say, darling.

You're way out of your league, Patrick.

You don't know what you're dealing with.

Don't fucking know.

Oh, I do. I know, all right.

I know you were only joking
about the roses

and sweets, too, probably.

But it was nice while it lasted.

♪ And it won't even show

♪ and no one will know

♪ one little wave

♪ to say you'll behave ♪

Are you happy now?

Are you happy now
that you got what you wanted?

Now that they've bombed down here?

Are your republican friends
good and happy

now they can see what they've done?

What the fuck are you talkin' about?

It had nothing to do with Republicans.

What the fuck would they bomb
a southern town for, huh?

You hear me, Charlie?

And if you want out, just say so.

Open the door.

I can't, go away.
Come back in the morning.

Open it, bitch! This is serious!

Open the fucking door!

Ok, okay, okay, okay, okay. I'm coming.

Where did he put them?

I'm afraid I don't understand.

The guns, Nancy boy.
Where did he put the guns?

Oh, yes, the guns.

Oh, Billy buried them outside
just... just to be safe.

Go.

There's no fucking guns down here.

Oh! I think they might just be...

The little cunt! He's
taking the hand out of us.

Over here.

I'll nut him! I swear to god I'll nut him!

Say goodbye to my friends, will you?

Charlie lives in sunbeam
heights and Irwin's up the backs.

Irwin who?

Why, Irwin Kerr, of course.

The big-time volunteer.

How do you know Irwin Kerr?

Oh, nothing. Never mind.

Well, come on then.

Just do it. I've nothing left to live for

in this stupid, serious world.

Oh, fuck him.

Leave him be. He's not worth
the bullet, the mental Nancy boy.

Oh, what is it with Nancy boys

that you can't be bothered killing them?

You kill everyone else.

Look, I'm fucking warning you.

Do you know what you're doing here?

Are you on dope or what?

Wish that I was, Mr. Killing
man. Why, do you have any?

You're way out of your league, sunshine.

Not that again. "Out of your
league, out of your league."

"Oh, you're in over your
head. You're in over your head."

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Surely you've one bullet
to spare between yous.

Ah, bollocks!

Where are we going?

You hit us, we hit you. It's simple.

Right.

The bomb was made up here
and driven across the border.

Wee Bobby Anderson.
Likes killing Catholics.

It'll be the last fucking bomb he'll make.

Turn the lights off. Keep it running.

Oh, lord.

Get us the fuck out of here, will you?

What's the smell?

He shat himself. You not toilet trained?

What do you think you are, Kerr?

What the fuck do you think this is?

Tell me you're not serious.

You see, there's that word again.

It's everywhere.

But you don't know a soul
in London, Paddy.

There's only one soul I need, Charlie.

You really think you'll find her?

How many Eily Bergins can there be?

Maybe she's changed her name.

She won't have changed her eyes, Irwin.

How will you get by?

Saint Anthony will guide me.

♪ Have you ever watched a moonbeam ♪

♪ as it slid across your windowpane ♪

♪ or struggled with a bit of rain ♪

♪ or danced about the weather vane ♪

♪ or sat along a moving train ♪

♪ and wondered where
the train has been ♪

♪ or on a fence with bits of crap ♪

♪ around its bottom

♪ blown there by a wind beam

♪ who searches for the moonbeam ♪

♪ who was last seen
looking at the tracks ♪

♪ of the careless wind beam

♪ or moving to the tracks

♪ of the tireless freight train ♪

The thing is, you come to
the city that never sleeps

and you think it's open all
the time, but it does sleep.

Excuse me?

Of course it does.

Uh, I'm looking for my mother, please.

Eily Bergin. Uh, phantom lady.

I've just got 2 bergins for 1956.

Bergin, Ellen, and Bergin
with a simple initial e.

Well, that's her. I mean,
it has to be one of them.

One's from Aldgate and the
other's from east London.

Will you be going back home
after you've found her?

Oh, yes, of course.

Maybe she'll come with me.

And, son, will you promise me something?

Yes.

Take care of yourself.

Oh, I will, Mrs. Henderson.

Thank you.

♪ Where's your momma gone? ♪

♪ Where's your momma gone? ♪

♪ Little baby gone

♪ little baby gone

♪ where's your momma gone? ♪

♪ Where's your momma gone? ♪

♪ Far far away

♪ where's your poppa gone ♪

♪ where's your poppa gone ♪

♪ little baby gone

♪ little baby gone

♪ where's your poppa gone ♪

No, mate, they knocked
those houses down years ago.

♪ Far far away

♪ far far away

♪ last night I heard
my momma singing this song ♪

♪ ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep ♪

♪ woke up this morning
and my momma was gone ♪

♪ ooh wee chirpy chirpy cheep cheep ♪

♪ chirpy chirpy cheep cheep chirp ♪

♪ where's your momma gone ♪

♪ where's your momma gone ♪

♪ little baby gone

♪ little baby gone

♪ where's your momma gone ♪

♪ where's your momma gone ♪

♪ far far away

♪ where's your poppa gone ♪

♪ where's your poppa gone ♪

♪ little baby gone

♪ little baby gone ♪

I'm...

The man himself.

About time, too.

Are you here for the job, kid?

What job?

This is showbiz, kid.
You gotta be on the ball.

You try that with Stephenson,
now, you've no fucking chance.

Who's Stephenson?

He thinks he's in charge.

RAF, my bollocks! I'll give him RAF.

You're Irish, you are.

Tyreelin, county Cavan.

Well then, county Cavan,

give us a song and you're home and dry.

♪ Underground,
overground, wombling free ♪

♪ the wombles of Wimbledon
common are we ♪

Good man, you have it.

Now the dance, ok? Ok?

I'm going in.

Right. Hop, 1. Hop, 2.

Hop, 1, 2, 3.

Toosh, toosh, toosh.

Flap, flap, flap. Ok? Go, go on.

Hop, hop 1, hop 2, hop 1, 2, 3.

Toosh, toosh, toosh.

Flap, flap, flap. Right, ready?

Right, hop 1, hop 2.

For fuck's sake, will you hop right?

1, 2, 3.

Hop 1, hop 2. Hop, 1, 2, 3.

Toosh, toosh, toosh.

Flap, flap. Flap it out, flap it out.

Sell it to me.

♪ Overground,
underground, wombling free ♪

♪ the wombles of
Wimbledon common are we ♪

Give him the drill, Bulgaria.

Enough already.

You take the croquet. Capisce?

Capisce. I gotta wheel.

Every morning, 9:00, be there.

♪ Things that the everyday
folks leave behind ♪

♪ uncle Bulgaria

♪ he can remember the days

♪ when he wasn't behind the times ♪

♪ with his map of the world ♪

Bulgaria?

I told you before,
these are your responsibility.

You're head womble here.

Well, that's this... Fuck! Fuck!

I'll give you RAF.

I broke no fucking mallet!
I broke no fucking mallet!

Keep away from me.

Put that down!

I'll break it across
your back, you bollocks!

I'll bust it...

"You broke the mallet," he says.

"I'll have to dock it from your
pay." I broke no fucking mallet.

You fucked me one last time.

RAF, my bollocks!
That's the end of the line!

Enough of that, John Joe.

Back off, motherfucker.

You don't know what
you're dealing with here!

Back in the can, you wanna
know what they used to say?

"Stay away, man. He's out
where the buses don't run!"

You're out of your league here, friend.

Oh, not that again.

You have to show them where you stand.

They fuck with you, you fuck with them.

You fuck them so bad you make
them wish they'd never been born.

You want another shot?

I'd love a babycham.

You got it, Kemo Sabe.

Tommy, one babycham, one powers.

Please.

2 weeks' severance, in the paw.

You fuck with John Joe Kenny,
that's one time you fuck too many.

Capisce, com padre?

He's from Cavan.

So, where's Cavan?

Next to Monaghan.

I'm going for a womble.

If you want to come,
give us a shout, right?

Really, uncle Bulgaria.

♪ Underground,
overground, wombling free ♪

♪ the wombles of
Wimbledon common are we ♪

♪ underground,
overground, wombling free ♪

I was a womble one time.
Did you know that?

Hey, you can't sleep here, love.

Have you got a home to go to?

You can get a cab outside.

Oh, I do believe I have a small,
elfin dwelling on Wimbledon common.

Oi!

You doing business,
do it somewhere else, love.

This pavement's got my name on it.

What, pray, is your name? "Concrete"?

My name is "scratch your eyes
out," "bite your bleeding nose off,"

which is what I'll do
if you don't get off my patch.

All right, lover?

She giving you trouble, son?

Oh, no trouble at all.
We were just exchanging names.

Go on, you fucking Nancy boy!

Don't fucking come back!

And her name is "scratch your eyes out

and bite your bleeding nose off."

And my name is Patricia Kitten Braden.

Pleased to meet you,
Patricia Kitten Braden.

Just what were you doing back there?

I was looking for the phantom lady.

You found the right street, then.

Why, what's it called?
Phantom Lady Street?

You could call it that.

And just who is this phantom lady?

Well, it's my mother, really. I call her that.

To pretend it's a story that's
happening to someone else, you see.

And why do you pretend that?

Because otherwise I might cry
and never stop.

If you cried, I'd make you stop.

Oh, you would?

Oh, how kind, kind sir.

Yes, I'd definitely make you stop.

And just what is it you do, then?

Oh, this and that.
Showbiz, kind of. Singing.

What do you like to sing about?

I sing about true love.

That's nice.

Have you ever found it?

I thought I had, once.

Here's one about true love.

♪ Feelings

ever heard this one?

♪ Nothing more than feelings

nice, isn't it?

I just love love songs.

♪ Trying to forget my

take it off.

♪ Feelings of love

don't you like it?

Take it off, there's a good lad.

As you wish, sir.

♪ Rolling down on my face

now, isn't that more comfortable?

Yes, sir.

♪ Trying to forget my

of course it is, my love-loving friend.

♪ Feelings of love

here, feel that.

Hmm.

♪ Feelings

good old-fashioned silk. Hmm.

Here you are.

Thank you.

♪ I wish I've never met you, girl ♪

♪ you'll never come again it's beautiful.

You like it?

It's beautiful.

♪ Feelings

like it?

♪ Feelings

♪ feelings

but did true love save Kitten
from the hands of the beast

in that worst of all fairy tales?

No, what saved Kitten

was her precious perfume spray

bought for 2.99 in Roches
stores on Henry Street

before she left her beloved emerald isle.

♪ And feelings like I've never have you ♪

♪ again in my heart ♪

Hello.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but are you all right, miss?

Yes, fine, thank you.

Just tired after my hard day's work.

You have been sitting there
for 4 hours now.

Yes, busy at my desk.

Busy at your desk?

Mmm-hmm.

Writing my little book.

Your little book?

What type of book?

Well, it's a...

It's a mystery thriller, sir.

About a woman who disappears.

May I ask what it's called?

Yes.

It's called

footprints in the custard.

Hmm.

No, I'm only joking.
It doesn't have a name yet

because I don't know what's gonna happen,

if the mystery is ever solved.

But the lady has a name?

Uh-huh.

Phantom lady.

"Phantom lady."

No, her real name's Eily Bergin.

And she was my mother.

Your mother? Yeah.

And then she went away
to the city of all cities

that never sleeps from dusk till dawn.

So, you think she's here in London?

No, I know she's here in London.

Fantastic!

The fantastic tale of Eily Bergin.

I can't wait to hear the ending.

But you haven't even heard the start.

I can't wait to hear that, either.

So, are you a writer, too, then, sir?

Oh, good lord, no.

But something similar, maybe.

Something similar?
I wonder what that could be.

You're a magician!

Bertie Vaughan at your service.

Now, the first thing that
has to be said, Bertie dearest,

is that you bear absolutely no
resemblance to Marlon "margarine" Brando.

We all have our off days.

So, tell me more about the phantom lady.

Why? What's in it for me?

I'll take you to see my show.

Oh, it's a deal, magic.

So, where were we?
Yes, the phantom lady.

Eily Bergin had just arrived in Dublin

and just realized that her boat didn't sail

for another 4 hours.

Lo and behold, not a scratch.

Thank you, my dear.

Pick a card.

Anyone?

Come along, madam, pick a card.

Any card.

Oh, my god!

Oh, yes, blimey.

"Oh, my god" is right.

I do believe you've chosen
the 101 of hearts.

Thank you, my dear, I'll take care of that.

Time, of course.

The time. Oh.

Looks like it's up, you lovely people.

Come on, help me, please, my loves.

Anyone out there willing to
encounter the great watch?

♪ Like a carousel that's turning ♪

♪ running rings around the moon ♪

Hello, young lady. Hello.

And what's the story behind
those beautiful blue eyes?

♪ And the world is like an
apple whirling silently in space ♪

What's your name, young lady?

Patricia Kitten Braden.

And where are you from, my dear?

Ireland.

Keep your eye on the watch,
young Patricia.

The whole world is in there.

Tick-tock.

♪ Like a tunnel that you follow ♪

Swing-swong.

♪ To a tunnel of its own

and, dare I say it

ding-dong.

♪ Down a hollow to a cavern

and let the great watch guide you.

♪ Like a door that keeps revolving ♪

♪ in a half-forgotten dream

♪ or the ripples from a pebble ♪

And what brings you
to our great Metropolis?

I'm looking for my mammy.

Oh. And where did mummy go?

The city swallowed her up.

Oh, fancy that.

Well, it will do that to people.

But do you know what, Patricia?

I think I see your mother. Where?

Why, down there
by that table by the jukebox.

Mammy!

On second thoughts, Patricia,

she's not your mother,
she's your great-aunt Ida.

That's your mother over there.

Mammy?

Mammy!

Oh, mammy.

Actually,

Patricia, that-that's your 2nd
cousin Ronnie, just out of the scrubs.

In fact,

your mummy is right up here.

Up here on stage.

Come to mummy.

Come to mummy.

Come to mummy.

Come to mummy.

You love your mummy and your poppy.

Good to have you back, darling.

And mummy's never leaving again.

Never.

Never.

Never, I promise. Never.

Just call me old sawbones.

You all right, dear?

Yes.

Those of a nervous disposition

should now close their eyes.

Oh, dear.

Are you all right, Kitten?

Oh...

No, I'm actually quite heartbroken.

I think I see the problem.

Ooh.

Gee, thanks, cupid.

And the other thing about
the phantom lady was, Bertie,

she realized, in
the city that never sleeps...

What did she realize, Kitten?

That all the songs that she'd
listened to, all the love songs,

well, they were only songs.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing, if you don't believe in them.

But she did, you see.

She believed in enchanted evenings

and she... and she believed that
a small cloud passed overhead

and cried down on her flowerbed.

And she even believed there
was breakfast to be had.

Where?

On Pluto.

The mysterious, icy wastes of Pluto.

You know, Kitten, I made
a decision a long time ago.

What decision was that?

That I wasn't destined for
the sentimental side of things.

But...

But if I did let myself
ever fall for someone,

I think it would be a girl like you.

Bertie, please, I have to stop you.

There's something you should know.

Or maybe what I should say is,

it would be a girl...

Not a million miles away from...

No, please don't.

Where I'm standing.

No.

What's the matter, princess?

Well, you see, the thing is, Bertie, I'm,

I'm not... Yes?

Um...

I'm not a girl.

Oh, I knew that, princess.

You did?

Of course.

What I said was

it would be a girl like you.

I do believe I see mummy over there.

Mammy!

Actually, she's just walked in. There.

Mammy! Mammy.

Bastards!

Think you can make fun of her?

You're comin' with me.

Wait!

Please don't leave me.

What about the prince of magic?

Please don't go.

Some fucking prince of magic.

No, maybe I should... he
doesn't mean bad, Charlie.

For Christ's sake, Paddy,
what is happening to you?

Kitten!

♪ Let it all hang out

♪ but you won't fool the
children of the revolution ♪

♪ no, you won't fool the
children of the revolution ♪

♪ no, no, no ♪

Excuse me.

John Joe. John Joe!

John Joe!

Not a womble anymore.

Don't talk to me about fucking wombles!

I'm in the tower of London now.

Ha. 30 smackers in the paw,
boy, no questions asked.

Hey, they're looking
for a Mary queen of Scots.

Would you be up for it?

They'd chop my head off, surely.

And here's the man
to do it for you. Huh?

Smiley, huh?

Where's Irwin gone?

Oh.

Him and his fucking revolution.

How'd you carry it?

Bottom of my sleeping bag.

There won't be much sleeping
with this baby.

So you haven't seen her, then?

She's... she's here, though, somewhere.

I know it. I just know it, Charlie.

Big fuckin' city.

I'm losin' Irwin, you know.

How?

He's up to something. I know it.

He's got these secrets.

So why did you come over, Charlie?

Wasn't just to see me.

Was it something to do with Irwin?

You might say that.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, Jesus, Charlie.

Does he know?

You know all he knows about.

Or cares.

But you didn't come here
to have the baby?

I came here to get rid of it.

You have to tell him, Charlie.

I can't.

He's all fucked up. He's...

So, how are the homeless?

Homeless are fine.

That's what keeps him out late, Kitten,

working with the homeless.

Right, Irwin?

I can't have it, can I, Paddy?

No.

No, you can't.

Irwin's involved in shit
I don't wanna think about.

I know.

What would it turn out like, Paddy?

You know what I mean, don't you?

It'd be an absolute disaster, like me.

Now, I want you to read this leaflet.

It outlines all aspects
of the termination procedure.

Termination?

You mean this is an abortion clinic?

Yes, of course it is.

Oh. I thought it was a fertility clinic.

I think she changed her mind.
Thank you.

♪ Don't look so sad

♪ I know it's over

you said it'd be a disaster, like you.

Worse, probably.

But I love you, you fucking disaster.

Oh, Charlie.

♪ Keep on turning

♪ let's just be glad

promise you won't get lost again?

I promise.

♪ To spend together

tell him.

Tell me what?

♪ There's no need to watch the bridges ♪

Charlie's joining the Sandinistas.

Aren't you, Charlie?

Sandinistas? Mmm-hmm.

They're a rock band.

Aren't they, Charlie?

Where can I reach you?

♪ Lay your head

try Cambridge circus.

♪ Upon my pillow

thank you.

♪ Hold your warm

♪ and tender body close to mine ♪

See you, Paddy.

♪ Hear the whisper of the raindrops ♪

♪ blowin' soft against the window ♪

♪ and make believe you love me ♪

♪ one more time

♪ for the good times

♪ I'll get along

♪ you'll find another

♪ and I'll be here ♪

♪ dream world

♪ I'm wrapped up in a dream world ♪

♪ I must be dreaming it, darling ♪

You and me, darling. What do you say?

I don't quite know what to say.

♪ Dream world

Christ, you're a bloke!

10 out of 10, Sherlock.

♪ Somebody take me
why don't you wake me ♪

♪ I must be dreaming

♪ no, no, don't go

♪ I need one more chance
to make it up to you ♪

♪ no, no, don't go

you fancy a drink or something?

♪ Dream world

Campari and soda, if you don't mind.

Of course I don't.

Wouldn't have asked
you otherwise, would I?

Campari and soda, please, mate.

♪ Dream world

♪ I'm wrapped up in a dream world ♪

There you go, mate.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Crowded tonight.

Oh, yes.

Football supporters?

No, royal engineers.

Oh, soldiers.

Just come back from a tour of duty.

Aden? Cyprus? No, let me guess.

Fucking ulster.

I haven't got anything
against the Irish, though, mind.

I hear they're very friendly.

Don't know. Maybe.

It's the politicians what
fuck it up, though, isn't it?

♪ Dream world

do you wanna dance?

♪ I'm wrapped up in a dream world ♪

Yes, I'd love to.

♪ Dream world

♪ I'm wrapped up in a dream world ♪

You ok?

Oh, yes. Super.

You seem a little bit tense.

♪ It wasn't big

hmm.

Would you do something for me?

♪ I laughed at her and she got mad ♪

Yeah, of course.

♪ The first day that she planted it ♪

Would you pretend your name's Bobby?

Bobby who?

♪ She was always young at heart ♪

Bobby Goldsboro.

♪ Kinda dumb and kinda smart ♪

It's his song, you see.

Bobby it is, then.

♪ And I surprised her with a puppy ♪

All you have to do is plant a little tree,

and surprise me with a puppy,

I'll hug your neck.

♪ And it would sure embarrass her ♪

♪ when I came in from workin' late ♪

Back. Go to the back end.

Get as many men down as you can.

All right, my love, we're
gonna get you out of here.

Come on, my love. Can you stand?

That's it.

As many people as we can
get out through the door.

Take my shoulder, love.

You're all right, mate, I've got you.

My tights.

Easy, easy. Steady down there. Steady.

My tights! They're in ribbons.

You're alive, love, that's the main thing.

Come on.

I know what I'll have to do,
I'll have to get a new pair.

There's no other way, I'm afraid.

Keep still, darling.
Don't try and move, ok?

Please, let us through now!

Watch out. Watch out.

I told you, from my best side, darlings.

Bring the other ambulance. Slow down.

That's it. Slowly now.

Come on, get out of the way, please!

Come on.

Out of the way.

Please, nurse, he's in so much pain.

No, they're Christian Dior.
Do you really have to?

How silly can you get,
putting an "X" across my weenie.

Not so silly as 11 fucking
people blown to pieces,

you twisted little cunt!

Fucking baby-faced,
fucking Irish murderer!

I'm sorry, did you call?

I can't quite see where you are.

I'm over here, you see.

Millions of miles up here
with Sirius guarding my head.

Tell him what he wants to know!

Oh, it's free. Everyone
thinks it's cold up here

but it's actually quite warm.

Yes, it's warm as toast up on Pluto.

Eh, Pluto.

Don't try the fucking
blarney on us, Paddy!

We know you planted the fucking bomb!

But of course I did, my darling.

Why, I've planted hundreds of them.

Have you now? Well, plant this!

Hello, officer.

I'm over here.

Just take a left at the milky way.

♪ We'll travel to Mars and visit ♪

Christ, I can't fucking stand this!

Listen, son, why don't
you just make a statement?

A statement, officer?

Why didn't you just say so?

Attaboy. There's no point
making it hard for all of us.

Of course not.

After all, we're all friends here.

Let's start with where you
were on Thursday, October 17th.

I was in my little cell

working with my active service unit.

But I was working undercover.

Undercover? Hmm.

♪ There's a man with a gun over there ♪

Oh, it's all coming back to
me now. Pen and paper, please.

♪ Telling me I got to beware ♪

♪ I think it's time we stop,
children, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

Patricia Kitten, aka Deep throat,

had penetrated the deepest
recesses of the republican sphincter...

♪ There's battle lines being drawn ♪

With her secret anti-terrorist spray

named after Gabrielle
Coco Chanel's lucky number.

♪ Speaking their minds

the stability of Semtex
will be compromised.

Oh, but, lord, was she sick of that black.

What is it with freedom
fighters and couture anyway?

♪ Hey, what's that sound

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

♪ stop, hey, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

♪ stop, hey, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

You've got fuse support
and booster charge.

What can I say? We've got
here the pressure plate...

♪ Stop, hey, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

♪ stop ♪

♪ stop, hey, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

♪ stop, hey, what's that sound ♪

♪ everybody look what's going down ♪

♪ one day while I was not at home ♪

♪ while she was there and all alone ♪

♪ the angels came

♪ now all I have is memories of honey ♪

♪ and I wake up nights
and call her name ♪

♪ now my life's an empty stage ♪

♪ where honey lived and honey played ♪

♪ and love grew up

♪ and a small cloud passes overhead ♪

Is there anyone here?

Why won't he just talk to us?

Did he or didn't he, dressed as a
woman, get caught by his own bomb?

We've held him 6 days now. 7's the Max.

♪ How big it's grown

♪ but friend it hasn't been too long ♪

♪ it wasn't big ♪

Paddy?

You all right?

Fine. Absolutely wonderful.

Meet us halfway, will you, Paddy?

Tell us why you came over here.

Well, well, I was just
looking for someone.

I was just looking for Eily Bergin.

Who's Eily Bergin, Paddy?

She's gone undercover now.

The biggest city in the world
swallowed her up.

Could she help us
with our inquiries, Paddy?

She could help me with mine.

Do you want us to find her?
Have you got an address?

You could try the house that vanished.

The house that vanished.

Oh, Christ.

I think we're all losing it.

We're gonna get some sleep now, Paddy.

We're gonna get some sleep.

Look, I think we may have made a mistake.

Officer?

What is it now?

If you came home from the office

and you found me lying on the floor,

would you take me to the hospital?

Well, of course I would.

And would you carry me
like you're doing now?

Well, yeah.

So if I wasn't a transvestite
terrorist, would you marry me?

No, for fuck's sake.

Well, is officer Wallis
gonna be a happy man or what?

We've held you too long
by all accounts. Look.

Oh.

Oh, no, you can't.

You can't. Not when
I'm settling in so well.

Take your head off my shoulder, son.

You don't understand, Paddy.
We can't keep you here.

It's impossible. We couldn't
even if we wanted to.

Fuck this, I'm going on a long holiday.

Wife says I need it.

Come on!

Come on, just for one day.
It wouldn't kill you.

Sorry, Paddy. It's impossible.

Ok, a half-a-day, please?

No.

Look, do you mind me asking?

I mean, why do you wanna...

I mean, it don't make any sense.

It just makes me feel secure.

Secure?

Yes, you see, in the cell,

sometimes I think my legs
are turning into air

and I'm floating in space,
and I'm all alone.

"Galactic aloneness,"
I've heard that called.

Please, Routledge.

I just wanna belong.

I'd be your best prisoner. I'd
cook and I'd clean and I'd... I'd sweep

and I'd... I'd iron all the uniforms. I...

Hey, Paddy! I just wanna...

No, I'm afraid it's goodbye now.

All right, go get that bus there.

Go on!

♪ Love is a many splendored thing ♪

Jennifer Jones and William Holden.

♪ That only grows in the early spring ♪

Love is a many-splendored thing?

♪ Love is nature's way

have you ever been in love?

♪ Of giving

once I thought I was.

He was a lucky man.

♪ The golden crown that makes a man ♪

I'd pay you.

♪ A king

I'd give you whatever you wanted.

Whatever you wanted, I'd give you.

♪ Once on a high and windy hill ♪

♪ in the morning mist

♪ two lovers kissed

♪ and the world stood still

♪ then your fingers touched

♪ my silent heart

♪ and taught it how to sing

♪ yes, true love's

♪ a many splendored thing

That's my mammy! That's my mammy!

Excuse me! Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

♪ How to sing

excuse me. Excuse me, excuse me.

♪ Yes, true love's

♪ a many splendored thing ♪

Hello!

Hello, sir. Can I be of assistance?

I don't do anything heavy,
but aside from that I'd be more...

I could have you arrested, you know.

Well, icky-oakie me.

Get in.

This is no life for a
young man like you, Patrick.

Well, cuff me then.

Carry me to my sweet cell.

No.

Oh, wait, you're not an actual
punter, are you? How exciting.

No, it's not... It's not that either.

It's a lot more serious than that, Patrick.

Well, of course it is,
of course it's serious.

Everything's serious.

Oh, you're gonna die out there, Paddy!

I know.

Why don't you try and get a regular job?

Well, to tell you the truth,
inspector, I'm not that employable.

So I gathered.

Fucking hell.

Come with me.

A group of girls got themselves
off the street, Patrick.

Set up a co-op.

What do you mean, "co-op"?

You know, like... Sort of like...

A union, you could call it.

Girls?

Hello. Come on.

It's not ideal, but it's safe

and legal.

Casandra.

Goddess of destruction.

- Girls? Hello.
- Hello.

This is Patrick.

Hello, Patrick. Hello.

He's a friend of mine,
so be gentle. Hello, Sam.

We're always nice. Patrick,
do you wanna play poker?

Love poker.

Yeah, we'll put him in.

Are you all right?

You'll be working with us?

I hope so. If you'll have me.

We're a nice bunch here.

No bitchiness or nothing
here. Look at his hair.

Hmm. So where are you from?

Uh, Cavan.

Oh, very nice. I'm from Dublin.

You'll do well here.

You'll like us girls.

So you'll definitely like it here.

Dear Charlie,
sorry I haven't been in touch

and I hope that everything
is going fine with you.

How's the bump?

Just writing to say
that I've got a new address.

It's Xanadu on Old Compton Street

and you can reach me there at any time.

I'm saving like mad to get over
to see you when it happens in...

What is it? 4 months,
2 weeks, and 3 days.

Hello.

Show me your bazoozums.

I beg your pardon?

You know.

What's that?

Now, listen, sir, we can't
all have big bazoozums.

Some of us are what
you might call svelte.

Svelte?

Yes. That's a Swedish word, I believe.

There's also a French one.

Aye, give me the French.

Gamine.

Gamine?

Yes, and that's what I am, sir.

A svelte gamine.

♪ How much is that doggy
in the window? ♪

♪ The one with the waggly tail ♪

Not "waggly," "waggedy." "Waggedy tail."

Dear sir unseen, I know my music

and I'm willing to bet you 10 times

whatever pathetic price you paid in here

that the dog's tail is waggly.

Now I wanna hear you bark.

♪ Whirling silently in space ♪

♪ like the circles that you find ♪

Hello.

Please don't do that.

♪ In the windmills of your mind ♪

As you wish, sir.

♪ Keys that jingle in your pocket ♪

I don't do this sort of thing often.

That's all right, sir, we've got lots of time.

♪ Why did summer go so quickly? ♪

♪ Was it something that you said? ♪

I knew a boy like you once.

Oh, I'm not a boy, sir, I'm a girl.

Oh, you're a girl.

Yes.

You can call me Patricia.

That's my name, sir.

Can I tell you a story, Patricia?

Oh, please do. Stories are what I love.

You love stories?

Love stories.

Even more than mysteries.

Don't do that, please, please.

Very well, sir, I'm all ears.

♪ You were suddenly aware

once upon a time, there was a boy

who never knew his father and mother.

Oh, how sad. How unbearably sad.

Was he an unbearably sad little boy?

♪ Like a circle in a spiral

he didn't seem so.

No, he laughed. He laughed a lot.

Perhaps the kind of laughter
that disguises tears?

Maybe laughter was the only way to...

♪ Like the circles that you find ♪

Uh, deal with...

Please go on. To deal with...

To deal with his circumstances.

You seem to understand
this boy quite well, sir.

I... I knew his father.

And?

And

though his father loved him very much,

he could never tell the boy how much...

How much?

Um...

He could never tell the boy
how much he loved him.

Well, this can't be a true story. It can't be.

Why not?

Why could he not tell the boy
how much he loved him?

Because he didn't know how.

He had the words
for many things, you see,

but he didn't have the words for that.

There are only 3 words for that.

They're easy to say.

Sometimes they are.

♪ In the rain

other times, they're not.
Other times, they're...

They're... they're impossible.

♪ I wanna go outside

and he... he loved the boy's mother, too,

but that was... that was
equally impossible.

And...

So he never told the boy?

♪ I, I think I'm gonna cry

he never told him and then the boy left

and came to England,
and the father had...

♪ I, I don't want you to see me cry ♪

Lots of time to think about all the things,

all the things that might
have been, should have been.

He had all the time in the world to think.

And what did he think about?

He thought, he imagined perhaps,

that the boy had come to England

looking for his mother.

And what was his mother's name?

Her name was Eily. Eily Bergin.

Oh, god.

And so the father thought
the one thing he could do

was tell him where
he could find his mother.

♪ You won't see a single trace ♪

Where to find the phantom lady?

Huh? What?

Please, go on.

She married, had 2 children.

Probably won't want to see him.

But where does she live?

♪ Let me go, let me go, let me go ♪

19 Spencer Rise, in Kilburn.

♪ In the rain ♪

'Cause you know what I want,
I want English,

I want conservative,

I want east Finchley... Yeah.

I want powerful. Hmm.

You think it works?

I think you look better than her.

I do look better than her, don't I? You do.

♪ Down on Cyprus Avenue

♪ with the childlike visions
leaping into view ♪

♪ clicking, clacking
of the high-heeled shoe ♪

♪ Ford and Fitzroy
and madame George ♪

♪ marching with the soldier boy behind ♪

Do you need help, miss?

Uh...

Yes, i-i-I'm doing a survey
for British Telecom.

Um...

Do you know where 19 Spencer Rise is?

That's my house. There.

It's your...

Can't you read numbers?

Oh, yes, I can read numbers.

So, what's the survey?

Well, it's, it's about telephones.

D-Do you have a telephone?

Everyone has a telephone.

No, not everyone, young man.

Some people can't afford one.

Well, we can.

I see.

♪ Gone for cigarettes
and matches in the shops ♪

And so what is your name?

My name's Patrick.

♪ Happy taken madame George

Patrick.

Patrick.

And how many phones do you have, Patrick?

Shouldn't you be asking my mother?

Yes. Yes, of course I should.

Um...

And where would I find her?

Mum, there's a nice lady here
doing a survey...

♪ Yeah, that's when you fall

are you... oh, my god!

♪ That's when you fall ♪

You feeling better, love?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Some more tea?

No, thank you.

So, what's this survey about, then?

Oh, it's about phones, mum.

Phones? With Telecom?

Yes, British Telecom.

Um...

Are you a multi-phone household?

Yes. Yes, we've got 3.

Uh, one in the bedroom, one in the
kitchen, and one in Geoffrey's office.

Geoffrey...

Is my husband.

Oh.

Um...

Sorry. Um...

How frequently is your telephone used?

Very. Laura's never off it.

Laura?

My daughter. She's 13. Oh.

I see, I see.

You don't have much use for the
phone, though, do you, Patrick?

No, I suppose not. Mmm-hmm.

Um...

Well, miss...

J-Johnson. Delia Johnston.

Johnston.

If you've any other questions,
don't hesitate to call.

No, I think I have more
than enough, thank you.

Uh, thank you for the tea.
Oh, you're welcome.

Bye.

Shouldn't you have a uniform?

No, I shouldn't have a uniform.

The men who put the phones in
have a uniform.

Do they, now?

Aren't they from Telecom?

Yes, they are.

Then how come Telecom don't
know how many phones we have?

Well, because it's from
a different department.

Why don't you just phone up,
then, and ask the questions?

Because there's nothing like
the personal touch, now, is there?

Why don't...

Young man, I get the
feeling you don't like me.

You're wrong. I think you're nice.

Well, I think you're nice, too.

W-Why are you crying?

It's conjunctivitis.

I gave your address to father Liam,

and I hope you don't mind.

He's been very kind to me, Kitten,

and I need all the kindness I can get.

The special branch lifted me
on a dope charge, you see.

And they used that to get to Irwin.

They lifted Charlie on the dope charge.

They said she'd be having
the baby in prison, if I didn't...

If you didn't what, Irwin?

If I didn't inform them about operations.

You do it. No, you do it.

I can't. I went to school with his brother.

Hey, lads, did you hear the
one about the Cavan man?

What Cavan man?

Cavan man in...

♪ And I'm caught one more time ♪

♪ up on Cyprus Avenue

♪ Caught one more time

♪ up on Cyprus Avenue

♪ And I'm conquered in a car seat ♪

♪ not a thing that I can do

What will I call you?

♪ I may go crazy

father.

You call me "father." Come in.

I can't.

I prayed, you know.
I prayed you'd come back.

Did you find her?

Yes. No. Kind of.

Where's Charlie?

She's upstairs. Come on.

♪ And my feet can't keep still ♪

After the drugs charge,
there were problems at home,

so I took her in.

She hardly eats a thing,
you know. She's wasting away.

Maybe you could...

Where do you sleep, father?

Oh, don't worry about me.

Charlie.

Is that you, Kitten?

Charlie. Take it easy now.

Swann's cross.

They put a rubbish bag over his head.

Hush, Charlie.

My parents told me
to go back where I came from.

Don't think about it, Charlie.

Your baby, that's all that matters now.

And I'm here to help you.

♪ Fly, Robin, fly

♪ fly, Robin, fly

♪ fly, Robin, fly

♪ up, up to the sky

Robins, father. Would you believe it?

Pecking at the cream.

I'm sure the poor things must be starved.

Ta.

♪ Fly, Robin, fly ♪

You have your mother's eyes,
do you know that, Patrick?

Color of the ocean beyond Rosses Point.

You took her there?

Many times.

Things could have been so different.

Shh.

Don't say anything.

Because, you know, the strangest thing...

I went looking for her,

but I found you.

♪ How much is that doggie
in the window ♪

No, in the end it was a blessed release.

She was a lovely woman.

She never missed a day at mass.

When they opened her up, they
found a lump as big as a melon.

A melon? That big?

Maybe it was a grapefruit.
I get them mixed up.

So, we're not exactly blessed
with choice, father, dear.

And is there any rule that
says that when you're pregnant,

you need to dress like a lollipop lady?

I know of no such rule, Patrick.

No, so I thought.

This little hippie number might
give her the lift she needs.

Hmm. Very nice.

Velvet, father. Like crushed grass.

Oh, look, father.

Oh, can we try the silver fur, missus?

Is it for yourself?

♪ The one with the waggly tail ♪

25 different colored babygros.

4 Teddy bears, I can understand,

but I don't need a pram yet, Kitten.

You will.

Where did you get the money?

Oh, singing. Ahem.

♪ How much is that doggy
in the window? ♪

♪ ♪ The one with the wag... ♪

Is it waggedy or waggly, Charlie?

Waggly.

No, wait a minute.

Oh, father?

- Yoo-hoo.
- Oh, yes.

You know the doggy with the tail?

Is it waggly or waggedy?

The song?

Um, waggedy, I seem to remember.

Your mother never stopped singing it.

Aye, waggedy tail.

Waggedy.

♪ How much is that doggy
in the window? ♪

♪ The one with the waggedy tail ♪

♪ how much is that doggy
in the window? ♪

Oh, Jesus Christ and his holy mother.

Why doesn't the bishop
do something? The bishop!

The bishop we have isn't worth a damn.

What did she say?

The bishop isn't worth a damn!

Now mind your language missus!

Do you know something, Thomas?

There are times when I
wish I was a bus conductor.

Patrick!

Charlie!

The welfare state and all.

Can't stay here, anyways.

But you'll come and see us, father?

After the baby's...

Well, the only parish I've been offered

is in Kilburn,
so you might see a lot of me.

You saved my life, father.

And mine.

Great, big, fireproof man.

Come on, Charlie, push! Push!

Well, I am pushing, Kitten, fuck you!

I am pushing! Breathe.

Jesus!

Come on.

It's tearing me apart!

Hey, you're the telephone lady.

Oh, well.

If it isn't the young boy from
the multi-phone household.

What are you doing here?

Mum's with the doctor. She's, you
know, got a bun in the fireplace.

I think you mean the oven, young man.

Ok, then, the oven.

W-What's your name?

♪ Sugar baby love

♪ I didn't mean to make you blue ♪

Phantom lady.

That's a funny name.

I know that. I'm a funny lady.

Is that your baby?

No, it's hers.

♪ I didn't mean to hurt you ♪

She's having her fireplace checked.

Isn't she? Yes, she is.

Charlie, darling, this is...

Patrick.

This is my young friend Patrick.

So, how's your fireplace?

Oh.

My fireplace is 100%.

And your little bun is just
fine, too, aren't you? Yes, you are.

♪ Make the same mistakes

♪ as me and you

Patrick, there's your mum.
You'd better run.

Ok.

Patrick, will you tell her that

the telephone lady says that
she hopes it's a girl this time.

Ok. Ok.

♪ Sugar baby love, sugar baby love ♪

♪ sugar baby love, sugar baby love ♪

♪ sugar baby love, sugar baby love ♪

She looks nothing like Mitzi Gaynor.

What do you know about Mitzi Gaynor?

Nothing. But as Oscar Wilde said...

♪ Sugar baby love

"I love talking about nothing."

"It's the only thing
I know anything about."

♪ I didn't mean to make you blue ♪

♪ sugar baby love, sugar baby love ♪

♪ sugar baby love

♪ sugar baby love

♪ I didn't mean to hurt you

♪ sugar baby love, sugar baby love ♪

♪ take my advice

♪ if you love someone

♪ don't think twice

♪ love your baby love

♪ sugar baby love ♪

♪ go anywhere
without leaving your chair ♪

♪ and let your thoughts run free ♪

♪ living within all the dreams
you can spin ♪

♪ there is so much to see

♪ if you can't fly high,
no need to feel low ♪

♪ the world is a merry-go-round ♪

♪ look at the sky and up there you'll go ♪

♪ peacefully floating around

♪ no cares to care and no races to run ♪

♪ flying up in the air

♪ no time to change
and no time to learn ♪

♪ and no time to wonder where ♪

♪ up on the moon,
we'll all be there soon ♪

♪ watching the earth down below ♪

♪ we'll journey to Mars
and visit the stars ♪

♪ finding our breakfast on Pluto ♪

♪ go anywhere
without leaving your chair ♪

♪ and let your thoughts run free ♪

♪ living within all the dreams
you can spin ♪

♪ there is so much to see

♪ No cares to care and no races to run ♪

♪ flying up in the air

♪ no time to change
and no time to learn ♪

♪ and no time to wonder where ♪

♪ up on the moon,
we'll all be there soon ♪

♪ watching the earth down below ♪

♪ we'll journey to Mars
and visit the stars ♪

♪ finding our breakfast on Pluto ♪

♪ go anywhere
without leaving your chair ♪

♪ and let your thoughts run free ♪

♪ living within all the dreams
you can spin ♪

♪ there is so much to see ♪

♪ Round, like a circle in a spiral ♪

♪ like a wheel within a wheel ♪

♪ never ending or beginning

♪ on an ever-spinning reel

♪ like a snowball down a mountain ♪

♪ or a carnival balloon

♪ like a carousel that's turning ♪

♪ running rings around the moon ♪

♪ like a clock
whose hands are sweeping ♪

♪ past the minutes of its face ♪

♪ and the world is like an apple ♪

♪ whirling silently in space

♪ like the circles that you find ♪

♪ in the windmills of your mind ♪

♪ Like a tunnel that you follow ♪

♪ to a tunnel of its own

♪ down a hollow to a cavern ♪

♪ where the sun has never shone ♪

♪ like a door that keeps revolving ♪

♪ in a half-forgotten dream

♪ or the ripples from a pebble ♪

♪ someone tosses in a stream ♪

♪ like a clock
whose hands are sweeping ♪

♪ past the minutes of its face ♪

♪ and the world is like an apple ♪

♪ whirling silently in space ♪

♪ like the circles that you find ♪

♪ in the windmills of your mind ♪

♪ keys that jingle in your pocket ♪

♪ words that jangle in your head ♪

♪ why did summer go so quickly ♪

♪ was it something that you said ♪

♪ lovers walk along a shore

♪ and leave their footprints in the sand ♪

♪ is the sound of distant drumming ♪

♪ just the fingers of your hand ♪

♪ pictures hanging in a hallway ♪

♪ and the fragment of a song ♪

♪ half-remembered names and faces ♪

♪ but to whom do they belong? ♪

♪ When you knew that it was over ♪

♪ you were suddenly aware

♪ that the Autumn leaves were turning ♪

♪ to the color of his hair

♪ like a circle in a spiral

♪ like a wheel within a wheel ♪

♪ never ending or beginning ♪

♪ on an ever-spinning reel

♪ as the images unwind

♪ like the circles that you find ♪

♪ in the windmills of your mind ♪