Original subtitles

MAN: The other day,

I found a note in a box of my mother's letters.

It was not addressed to me, but to my older sister, Emma.

[muffled]: Come on!

To this day I'm not sure if she ever saw it.

But reading it started me thinking again

about a long-vanished time in my life.

About the summer of 1943,

in Moybeg, on the shores of Lough Neagh.

[birds calling]

[engine rumbling and growing louder]

[engine roars]

Race you to see her land!

[drops keys]

[plane engine rumbling]

WOMAN: Good afternoon, Mrs. Coyne.

Good afternoon.

[engine roaring]

MAN: Mistress.

[people talking quietly]

Sorry to keep you.

Them Futriss bummers make some racket, eh?

It's not "Futriss," Seamie.

It's "Fortress."

Fortress bombers.

Who says?

My mother.

[scoffs]

Your mother talks funny.

And an ounce of tobacco.

I hear your lot are taking a bit of a hammering.

Over beyond in Italy, Mrs. Coyne.

That depends on whom you listen to, Mr. Hanlon.

And two ounces of lard.

That'll be two and sixpence ha'penny.

And the coupons.

Here, what's this?

This is Spam.

What about the good stuff?

Good stuff?

The corned beef.

Corned beef?

I don't have corned beef, Mr. Hanlon.

Michael does.

Over there.

Well...

You can ask Mr. Coyne.

I don't know anything about it.

Ask him, then.

Get him in here from the bar, we'll ask him.

Mr. Coyne has gone on an errand.

Cheeky buggers.

Have you ever got corned beef here, Ellen Quinn?

Uh...

No, Mrs. Coyne, I never did.

Right-- Mrs. Quinn, your rations.

Thank you, bye!

[laughs]

Is that the lot?

For now.

Well, did they not have everything you wanted?

Gosh, no, not even close.

I'm going to have to go to Belfast

to get the history stuff I need.Oh?

Mm-hmm.

Not very hot on the War of the Spanish Succession,

Magherafelt library.

No.

Are you coming to the dump?

I'm not allowed.

You're not allowed, either.

Nobody's allowed.

Oh, come on, feardy cat.

Look.

Look what I found.

[makes plane engine sound]

[makes crash sound]

Here.

Give me that back.

Dump's full of them.

Oh, come on!

Where's our Seamie?

Don't know, Kettie.

Was he at the dump again?

He might be.

♪

MAN: Hey.

Are you that kid from the bar?

Hop on.

Come on.

Come on, we're not going to eat you.

Come here.

I'll help you up.

Yeah, there you go.

All right, now, hold on tight, okay?

Here, buddy.

Get down, there you go.

There you go.

Thank you.

Want a beer?Yeah.

Want a beer?Yeah.

Yeah?

You left school hours ago.

Where have you been?

I was up at the 'Drome with Seamie.

Did you go to the dump with him?

No.

That boy will swing, I swear.

Butter.

[knocks softly]

Hi, um, can we get a beer, landlady?

Of course-- I'm just serving the rations,

but Francis will take care of you.

All right.

I need you to go and mind the bar.

Mum!

Just keep count of the beers.

And keep them away from the till.

[laughs]

Are you the barman now, huh?

Mr. Barman, can I get three beers, please?

MAN: I'd be happy if I had a year at home to just be me.

GIRL: You're old, Daddy.

I'm...

Impatient.

And clever as anything.

You'll be 17 when you go up to university.

And you'll still probably be the youngest in the year.

You won't be stuck for a social life in the meantime.

There's another céili in the hall the night.

Yes.

Ned Hanlon stepdancing in his hobnail boots.

I can't wait.

Welcome to the social round

in Moybeg, Emma.

[clucks]

I'll take over now, Francis.

Thanks, Daddy.

Mum doing the rations?

Yes.

DAD: You help Emma with her books, okay?

FRANCIS: Where did you get these?

The library.

The library?

How did you get so many?

EMMA: I took everyone's tickets.

MAN: Afternoon.

Hi, how's it going?

Good.

We have the potato pickers in tomorrow, Sally.

I'm ready for them, Mr. Coyne.

How long is the holiday?

Two weeks, the usual.

Barney gave me a baby pig today.

Hokies? What's his name?

Piggy.

He was sick, and I'm rearing him.

Barney's rearing him, really.

Well, I look after him.

Don't I, Sally?

Barney feeds him.

Francis, bringing someone up

isn't just about feeding them.

It's about minding and caring and...

Feeding has its part to play,

all the same.

Them eels were well cooked, Sally.

Michael.

I'm trying to get the children to speak properly.

Them eels?

Well, that's how we say it in Moybeg.

The man I met said, "Those."

Aye, you met him in England, Rose.

It'll be busy the night.

There's a few evening passes

been given out up on the 'Drome.

So they tell me.

Emma can help.

She can.

But she may not.

The pub's no place for a young girl.

Emma can help in the grocery.

And she may.

Is that English enough for you, Rose, huh?

[instruments warming up, people chatting and laughing]

[band playing Irish dance tune]

[tune ends, dancers applaud]

Um...

Would you like to...

No, Barney.

I can't do céili dancing.

Neither can I.

Um, but we could give it a go.

Here, Barney Quinn.

Come on!

[music starts again]

MAN: You brought your dancing shoes.

[men laughing]

[men talking over each other]

Whoo!

MAN: All right, boys, well, this is a dance,

but they call it a céili.

[music stops]

Carry on!

[music resumes]

MAN: Wow.

They did not look welcoming.

Hey, you know?

It kind of reminds me of home.

Like, in my part of Kentucky, folks,

they got to know you before they accept you.

Are you a hillbilly, Lieutenant?

[affecting hillbilly accent]: I do believe I may be.

[chortles]

Looking for women, is it?

Yanks?

[laughs]

Relax, guys.

No, not after your girls.

Just heading back to base.

Back to the land you took off us?

Here, boys.

None of yous have a Lucky Strike for me?

It's good.

Night, guys.

Good to see there's no war for you, huh?

LIEUTENANT: Come on, Wilson.

Blirts.

[engine rumbling]

[gasps]

Hi.

I hope I'm not intruding on a private place.

It's not private.

Anyone can come here.

Anyone would want to.

You live in a beautiful place.

Goodbye!

[engine stops]

Hey!

Hey, I saw you last night, right?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Emma Coyne.

LIEUTENANT: Emma Coyne.

EMMA: Yeah.

LIEUTENANT: Emma Coyne.

And the barman.

Do you want a ride?

Yeah, come on.

Come on, here, I'll help you up.

There you go, watch the step.

Is the weather always like this?

This is awful!

[Emma laughs]

[engine starts]

EMMA: Stop here, Lieutenant.

Here.

FRANCIS: This is where we get the eels.

Thank you.

[engine stops]

Thank you.

[glass clanking]

Emma!

Emma, wait.

[sighs]

[clears throat]: Uh, don't you, uh,

don't you find it a little humdrum around here?

The endless rain and the wind and the rocks and...

[both laugh]

The water?

I like it here.

I like the lough.

It's home.

Oh, hey, I'm a...

You know, I'm a country boy myself,

but I know that, that time can hang heavy in the fall.

Uh, do you like to dance?

The jitterbug?

You know how to do that?

[laughs]No?

Uh...

Movies! Do you like the movies?

The pictures.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.Yeah.

I like them.

My brother.

Oh, yeah, yeah, little brothers, yeah.

Uh, well, listen, Emma.

If you find that this place hangs heavy on you,

I'm around.

You just say the word,

and it would be my pleasure

to add a little bit of fun to your days, all right?

And, uh, and here you go.

Oh.

It's, it's, uh, hardly worth a mention,

just a little, little present.

To a really sweet, cute, uh, modest girl.

Just a little something from me to you.

[laughs]

Thanks.

[clears throat]

[whispers]: Francis.

Don't tell Mum.

That we got a lift.

Okay?

Pardon me.

Oh, hey...

We already met.

Yes.

At the Far Rock.

I guess I should introduce myself this time.

Ronald Dreyfuss, captain, U.S. Army Air Force.

Rose Coyne.

You're the wife of the landlord.

That's me-- the wife.

Um, sorry.

Oh.

Um, so...

Let me explain, then, Mrs. Coyne.

Um...

I've just been posted to Moybeg

as Station 328 liaison and cooperation officer.

Basically, my job is to make sure

we don't tread on too many toes in the community.

Liaison, yes.

So I know some of the men drink here.

Uh, and I thought...

I called because I thought your, your husband, um...

Michael.

Michael.

Might have some suggestions

on how the locals and airmen can best get along.

Coexist.

And...

[stammers]

I wasn't expecting to find you-- as you.

If you see what I mean-- the lady on the shore.

You make me sound like a Tennysonian heroine.

"'I am half sick of shadows,'

said the Lady of Shalott."

Gosh.

That's, um, a bit of a favorite of mine, that one.

Um...

So, now I know who you are, I...

I ought to just ask you, I guess.

As well.

Instead of, even, perhaps.

I think I may take that as my cue.

To start the learning curve.

So... You're busy.

I'm not always busy, Captain Dreyfuss.

I would like to help.

You could...

Call over to the house.

Why, thank you.

I think I may take you up on that kind offer.

Thank you, Mrs. Coyne.

[door closes]

[engine starts]

Young Coynes!

Eels, is it?

Daddy says, if you have a dozen good ones, Failey?

Good ones.

And does he think I would give him bad?

And you with a bride-to-be working in the house.

Sally'll get her church wedding, don't you worry!

There, 20 good silver eels.

And a couple extra.

Any word of messages?

Now, you tell your father Failey says thanks.

Say hello to Sally for him.

Tell her he'll see her this evening.

Maybe.

[door closes]

Were you out for a spin?

No.

We went to get eels from the harbor.

Only I heard the jeep on the road.

I thought you might have...

Went for a spin with the Yankee.

You know what thought did, Barney Quinn.

The mistress said you're to collect the duck eggs, Francis.

And Barney, will you get out from under my feet?

It's near milking time.

I could do with potatoes peeling.

MICHAEL: Labels to the front there, Francis.

There's a good lad.

Then off to bed.

Three shots, sir.

Aye.

Here, boys.

What's wrong with the long fella?

Battle fatigue, bud.

You funked it, didn't you, Willy?

Poor sap.

HANLON: Battle fatigue, eh?

See, round here,

we call that "tremblin'."

It doesn't matter what you call it, old man, all right?

Because none of you all

are ever going to suffer from it.

HANLON: I suffered the loss of my house.

If that's any odds.

Battle fatigue.

Huh?

Goodnight, Daddy.

Night.

Three whiskeys.

[door opens]

Knock.

I helped in the pub.

Lucky you.

I saw a man with battle fatigue.

Was the pilot there?

The one that gave us the lift?

Yes, he was.

He drank a lot of beers.

Thank you.

Okay.

Here you go, boys.

[yelling]

Careful now, buddy boy, all right?

You're okay, Yank, huh?

Sure, it's only a wee drop spilt, eh?

Or maybe your hands are tremblin', too, huh?

Like that there fella there, hey?

That's all right, all right.

All right.

He did that on purpose.

You think?For sure.

Men.

[snickers]

MAN: ♪ Green grows the lily-o

♪ Right among the bushes-o

♪ She swore by grass, she swore by... ♪

Leave it now, Davey.

Like a good young man, hey?

Yes?

Mrs. Coyne?

Hi, um...

Could I have a word with Mr. Coyne?

Pub's closed, son-- Sunday.

Uh, that's not what I came for, sir.

MICHAEL: Ah, so what did you come for?

LIEUTENANT: I came to ask permission, sir.

MICHAEL: Permission? For what?

I would like to date your daughter, sir.

Date?

Yes, sir.

Dates come in a packet, at the Lammas fair.

I don't, I don't know what that means.

Just go home, young fella.

LIEUTENANT: Sir, I know this might...

MICHAEL: Are you astray in the head?

She's still at school.

She's 16.

LIEUTENANT: I'm 20, sir.

MICHAEL: Just go back up the road you came down.

Son.

[engine starts]

MICHAEL: Emma!

That was a young fella from the 'Drome.

Lieutenant Barnhill.

Do you know what he wanted?

Good.

I was hoping you didn't.

I mean, who the hell does he think he is?

I mean, what is wrong with him?

Emma is 16.

Obviously...

In America, they...

This isn't America.

I know.

I know what this place is.

Yeah?

But do you?

It isn't England, either, Rose.

I know.

I get told that all the time, Michael.

Do you want him to go out with her?

Is that it?

Where did that come from?

Why are you so threatened?

He came and asked.

Yeah, we don't ask here.

So what do we do?

We wait.

Is that it?

Yeah.

We wait.

Until it's time.

Like Failey under his boat down at the lough,

who's not asked Sally this ten years?

Come here.

Of course I don't want Emma to go with him, or anyone.

He seemed like a polite young man, but...

She's far too young

to even consider a serious relationship.

All right?

♪

Look what I have.

Ah, Maisie.

Mammy told you to stay away from that place.

[laughs]

I was going to give it to you.

Eh?

You could give it.

As a present.

To who?

You know who.

I know you're astray in the head about her.

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

But I can do better than an old necklace from the dump.

Suit yourself, brother.

Take more than a necklace to get Emma Coyne

to look at you, anyway.

Are you going out?

I'm going to the pictures.

Class, I'll get my corduroy jacket.

You can't come.

Did Daddy say I couldn't?

I'm not going with Daddy.

I'm going with the pilot who gave us the lift.

The one Daddy shouted at?

He didn't tell me not to.

[exhales]

Those are Mum's, Emma.

He didn't tell me not to.

You were a witness.

Did he say not to?

He meant it, I bet you.

He'll be raging.

Go on, I have to dress.

If they ask, lie like anything.

Say I'm down at Quinns', down seeing Maisie.

You're not going to kiss him, are you?

No-- no, I'm not.

But I could if I wanted to.

It's all right for you.

You can play cowboys with Seamie.

I'm 16 and stranded.

And he's nice.

He's nice, isn't he?

Hey, look who it is!

Hi, top o' the morning, guys! Whoo!

It's the girl from the bar.

I'm going to get some cigarettes.

[clicks tongue]

Lucky Strike, please.

Keep the change.

Barnhill.Hey.

Oh, you never cease to amaze.

[chuckles]

No, this isn't what you think, Wilson.

Uh-huh.

[laughing]

That's Emma Coyne.

Emma, hi.

Minnie Ryan.

You were in Moybeg school with my sister.

BARNHILL: Pardon me.

MAN: Hey!

Michael Coyne will kill you, you boy you.

I want to go.

Come on, Emma, the movie hasn't even started yet.

I really want to go.

Please.

I got popcorn.

I bet you never tasted popcorn before, huh?

[people complaining]

Come on, Emma.

Emma, come on-- Emma, what are you doing?

Emma?

[people complaining]

PILOT: Hey, Barnhill!

Can't keep your date happy, huh?

Oh, God.

Daddy is going to be really, really cross.

Emma, your pop's got nothing to be mad about.

All right?

I didn't even get a kiss.

Now, what did you expect, Emma?

[engine starts]

Stop.

[engine stops]

Emma?

What?

I'll kiss you now.

That the other girls aren't looking.

You're really just a kid.

Aren't you?

I'm not.

I'm 16.

And if you're so grown up, you show me, then.

[whispers]: Hey.

Let's get you home.

All right?

[clears throat]

I bet all the other girls know how to kiss.

[laughs]

Kiss?

[laughing]

So wrong verb, Emma Coyne.

[both laugh]

[door closes]

Hi, Failey.

Michael, I've just seen Emma going up the road.

With a Yank.

[engine stops]

If you so much as laid a finger on her...

Daddy, I'm really sorry.

I only wanted to see the film.

Emma...

You get into the house...Sir.

Right now.

Francis, get away from that window!

[breathing heavily]

BARNHILL: It was Gone with the Wind, sir, all right?

We left after ten minutes

because your daughter wanted to.

You called round to ask me.

Remember what I said?

Yes, sir, and with respect,

though it wasn't very pleasant, you actually never said...

Not very pleasant?Sir, I realize...

You stay the hell away from my daughter, you Yankee blirt!

[dogs barking]

Please, sir, do not make me defend myself.

[engine starts]

It's a nice night, Michael.

[vehicle engine revving]

Hey!

[engine stops]

Hey!

Do you want a ride?

Huh?

No?

What, don't take a ride with the devil incarnate.

Your pop tell you that?

Yeah, well, walking's good for you, anyhow.

No hard feelings, all right? And I like your hat.

Where are the other men?

Oh, Noches is around here somewhere.

But Wilson's gone.

Or he's going.

He's going right about now, I think.

[plane engine roaring]

Yeah, Lima Mike.

Lima Mike, that's him!

There you go, old Wilson!

You go, old boy, you go!

Go on, Wilson!

Go on!

God, you ancient old pelican!

Yeah, I'm going, too, kid.

Yeah, day after tomorrow.

But if you see Hitler,

you won't tell him I say that, all right?

Because that is, that's top-secret information.

[laughs]: Oh, man.

Oh, boy, I am not going to miss Station 328.

Yeah, it won't miss me, either.

You know what amazes me?

You folks.

This place.

You just take it for granted everything's going to be okay.

That the eels will always swim in,

the flax and the barley will always grow,

everything's just going to stay the same.

But it ain't so, kid.

No.

All over the place-- Russia, China, Poland,

places just like this one-- they're finding that out.

Oh, and Wilson?

[laughs]: Wilson.

Oh, Wilson, he's ornery as all hell, he...

He didn't care for this place.

He didn't like your pop.

He hated those fishermen clodhoppers.

Yeah, but he is going to go put his life on the line

to make sure you all can keep on keeping on.

You sure you don't want a ride?

Yeah?

Well...

You have a good life, kid.

Mum.

You searched my room.

I was putting away your socks.

I thought you were told not to see that young man.

He gave that to me before any of this happened.

Before Daddy was so cross with me.

Come here.

He just wants to protect you.

But Lieutenant Barnhill was really nice.

When I wanted to go home,

some of the other boys laughed at him.

He's nicer than any of the boys around here.

Especially Barney Quinn.

Barney is a decent boy.

He's pretty rural, Mum, let's face it.

I don't know why Daddy's so cross with me.

I didn't do anything.

You went to the pictures with an American airman.

With Minnie Ryan and Bridie Hagan.

What's wrong with Minnie and Bridie?

I'm so posh I can't be seen in the same cinema as them?

I don't see what's so funny, Mum.

We have Keir Hardie in our midst.

You always do that.

You always say something that I don't understand

or Daddy doesn't understand

to prove that you're right and you know more than us.

Emma.And what was wrong wasn't

that I went to the pictures.

It was that I was just the same as Bridie and Minnie.

And not high-and-mighty Emma Coyne,

the mistress's daughter.

That is not so, Emma.

Your father believes you when you say nothing happened.

But not everyone does.

There are men in this townland

who will laugh at him.

It's me they should laugh at.

Or me.

Do I really always resort to saying things

you don't understand?

Yes.

Yes, you do.

[laughs]

No, you don't.

Sometimes.

Now.

We won't let your father see this.

I'll take it while we decide what to do with it.

You're not to use it.

You're not to see him.

Promise me.

Captain Dreyfuss.

Mrs. Coyne.

Is this a good time?

Well, I think we need to talk-- come in.

This is quite difficult, um...

It is?

Yes.

I don't want to get anyone into trouble.

Trouble?

Help me here, Mrs. Coyne.

I'm not sure how a few pointers on how to fit in

could possibly land anyone in trouble.

You're not here about what happened last evening?

I, I, I'd no idea something had happened.

[sighs]

One of the men took my daughter to the pictures

without my consent.

What was his name?

But with her consent, Captain Dreyfuss.

So if you don't mind, I won't give you his name.

I don't believe he meant any harm,

and my daughter said he was sweet and chivalrous.

I don't want him punished any more than he has been.

Has been?

Uh, Michael was very upset.

He let the young man know, forcefully.

Forcefully?

Were there blows?

Almost.

No father finds it easy to cope with the idea

that his daughter is the object of, of...

Let's say... desire, Captain Dreyfuss.

Do you have children of your own?

No.

I, um, I'm not married.

Well, I should go.

Our notes on Moybeg can wait until another time,

given how you must feel right now.

I, I will take this further, if you wish.

It's over, as far as I am concerned.

Are you sure, Mrs. Coyne?

Yes, Captain Dreyfuss, I'm sure.

Oh, excuse me.

You didn't come back.

The shore, the Far Rock.

I walk there every day.

That's how I know, but...

You must feel free, to walk there.

The lough, this place.

It's for everyone.

MAN: You have a young fella out there, Michael.

You might want to...

You're not welcome here.

Surely to God you know that.

I just got posted, sir.

All right?

I'm due to depart for England real soon.

I just wanted one last drink with my pal here.

Michael.

Let him in.

The lad's off to do his duty.

Go on.

One.

[radio playing music softly]

[door opens]

BARNHILL [calling]: Noches!

Hey, Noches!

Give me a hand to redd up, will you, Barney?

Noches!

He went home a while ago.

Mr. Coyne.

Lieutenant.

I'm, uh...

You know, I'm, uh...

I'm really sorry for what happened, sir.

I, I didn't, I didn't mean any harm.

Go home while you're still ahead, son.

Good luck to you.

Noches!

[sighs]

Emma.

[yelling]: Emma!

[dog barking in distance]

BARNHILL: Emma!

[grunts]

Whoa, no, no!

Mr. Coyne! Mr. Coyne!

[grunting and yelling]

[dog barking, Barnhill yelling]

BARNHILL: Mr. Coyne!

FRANCIS: Emma?

[Barnhill yelling]

[gasps]

[radio playing soft music]

[men grunting]

BARNHILL: Get off me!

[panting]

FRANCIS: Mum!

Mum!

The pilot, Lieutenant Barnhill.

Okay, there, catch your breath.

They're hitting him in the byre.

Ned and Mickey Joe.

And all those bullies.

They're hurting him.

Daddy!Barney!

Did you know about this?

I did not, Mr. Coyne, I swear.

Emma, stay here.

Barney, come with me.

[grunting and yelling]

MICHAEL: Boys!

Leave him alone.

You stay out of this, Michael Coyne!

We're doing the job for you.

Maybe now the Yanks will leave our women alone.

ROSE: Get away from him!

Michael doesn't keep that gun loaded, Mrs. Coyne.

Told me often enough.

Do you want to test that theory, Michael Hanlon?

MICHAEL: Rose.

[softly]: Get away from him.

Cowards!

[moaning]

[coughing]

[chickens clucking]

DREYFUSS: Mr. Coyne,

in light of what just happened,

the commanding officer has placed your bar out of bounds

for a period of two months.

Two months?

He wanted to put it out of bounds, period.

I had to argue very hard.

Thank you.

Do you mind?

The commanding officer also wanted me to ask

if Lieutenant Barnhill gave a good account of himself.

He did.

Good, good.

We expect our fellows to give as good as they get.

And apparently Lieutenant Barnhill

is the current Kentucky Golden Gloves champion.

That said, I want to say thank you

for stepping in to save him.

Now, Mrs. Coyne.

I think it's more important than ever

that we try to understand

how to avoid things like last night.

I would very much appreciate the benefit

of your local knowledge.

Rose is about as local as Winston Churchill.

But you're right.

She does seem to be able

to make better sense of things in this parish than I do.

I have to go, Captain.

Thank you for calling.

Lieutenant Barnhill received his posting.

He leaves in a few days.

He was the airman who took your daughter to the movies, right?

Gosh, yes.

How did you know?

I figured-- the fight.

I thought there might be a connection.

Perhaps retribution by the men of the parish.

So I asked him.

Men? Four to one!

He asked me to give you this to pass on to Emma.

If you felt it was...

Appropriate.

I have read it.

I find I am camp censor, for my sins.

It is a simple, rather sweet goodbye.

I don't want to.

Read it?

Read it or give it.

What if he is killed in action?

She is too young to know

that a young man went to his death thinking of her.

You may tell him I took it,

but I reserve the right not to pass it on to her.

It would cast a shadow over her life.

I understand.

Mrs. Coyne.

You knew.

What?

What was being planned.

I didn't.

I swear.

Barney did.

Maybe.

What did you want him to do?

The Yankees will move on.

Barney has to live here.

With that sly deal with the devil

that everybody in this parish seems to have struck.

Bloody Moybeg.

It's life, Rose.

We're lucky to be able to hold onto it.

Sometimes you have to use a long spoon

to dine with the devil.

Especially when you're dining on corned beef.

Huh?

Nothing.

Are you sorry?

About what?

I don't know.

About the trouble you caused?

It wasn't my fault.

You went to the pictures.

[mimicking]: "You went to the pictures!" Nuh!

It didn't mean they had to gang up on him,

the Hanlons and all.

And shut up about it.

Do you think they would have killed him?

If Mum hadn't have...

[engines roaring]

Battle fatigue!

ADULT FRANCIS: Barnhill.

Brave, decent Barnhill

didn't long survive his rescue by my mother.

A swarm of Focke-Wulf 190s set on him over Duüsseldorf

one moonlit night in 1944.

And though he fought a long, running battle

towards the channel,

he never made it.

He is buried among the small farmyards,

the barns and byres of St. Joseph,

close to Wormhout in Belgium.

I often wonder what my father knew about that night.

Did he decide to let Barnhill get what was coming to him

for his cheek?

I hope not.

But my father was a Moybeg man.

Its darkness may have lain somewhere deep in his DNA.

My mother, on the other hand, resisted

what she called the sly ways of the place

with a fiery, feral determination.

She dwelt in Moybeg, but she didn't live there.

And it seems she never gave Barnhill's letter to Emma.

Perhaps she felt that a note from beyond the grave

was just too much for my sister to bear,

even as a grown woman.

What's this?

What do you think it is?

Stolen goods.

Mrs. Coyne.

Rose, please.

Men are a deal more likely

to do favors for a woman than for a man.

Did you want me to flirt?

My name is Andrew Black.

I'm the doctor's son.

EMMA: He's really nice.

FAILEY: Bailiffs!

What are you doing?

They've got the flag up!

DAVEY: Well, they may put it down again.

Blirts!

[grunting]

[yells]

Jail for our friend.

I have to tell the truth, Seamie!