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Nora: Oh, wait till we're far away from my land.

We sent a wire from the ship,

out in the dark sea, in the middle of the night.

Man: I won't be going, Nora.

Michael, you'll get better where it's bright and warm.

I swear to you.

You can't be kept in anywhere, can you?

Jesus, i'll knock it off of you once and for all.

Get your hands off me. You're not my dad.

- Nora, you're shaming us in front of... - stop, uncle Tommy.

It's the convent for you, girl.

- Tommy, no. Don't touch her. - You'll find it so easy to get over that place!

- Get out! Get out! - [Indistinct chatters]

[Indistinct chatters]

[Nora screaming]

Woman: There's nothing left to pawn.

- This can't be that bad. - How did you know?

You never come home anymore.

I'll be coming home,

then i'm gonna be gone further away.

It's true, then what stani says.

You're thinking of leaving Ireland.

Stani even knows what i'm thinking now, does he?

Take me with you if you go, will you?

- I'm going nowhere. - You had everything, Jim.

And you're the brother who would help his family.

I have to go now, Eva. I'll call up the house later.

I'd say you're not from here.

Are you up for a visit?

- I could show you around Dublin. - Sorry, fellow, I have to work.

You're from galway. Where would you say i'm from?

I Don't know.

- Sweden. - Sweden?

Yeah, you're like a Swedish sailor with your blue eyes.

- They are very short-sighted. - Swedish sailors are.

- No, my eyes. - [Chuckles]

Oh, I see these are the only ones to see.

So I can show you the city.

Well, i'm able to show myself the city.

Tonight, I could meet you.

I'm busy, sorry, I work in Finn's.

- Tomorrow? - I'm working then, too.

- Right. - Wednesday, I can do a swap.

- Yes, all right, about 8:30. - Yeah, where?

- Well, i'll collect you. - No, Don't do that.

In the corner of merrion square, so do you know it?

The canal? There's a seating at the bridge.

Good, granted. I'll see you there.

Oh, and my name is James Joyce.

- Hey, James Joyce? - What?

- Don't you want to know my name? - Oh, god, sorry.

- Nora barnacle. - Nora.

- Good, like ibsen. - What? What's ibsen?

I'll see you Wednesday, Nora.

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, it's all right. I swapped with Ellen.

Did you now? Well, you can go back to work

and tell Ellen to take her evening off.

- Why? - You seemed to think

that you can come and go as you please, Ms. Barnacle?

Now go and do your work.

But I Don't see why I can't do that in shift?

Sometimes, you know,

I find that this sort of work

just doesn't suit certain kinds of girls.

"All I want, all I want," says he,

"is time and space to write the better people who betrayed me,

and who sent me into exile in my own land."

Will you pay me and go? I have to lock-off.

Your turn, I think, cosgrave?

- Come on. - It's always me who's caught.

Come on, cosgrave. We have more things to do.

I'm much too nice for this little hand, eh?

Yeah, sure, yeah.

Let me see.

Hold it with that nice little hand of yours, please?

Stop messing, will you?

Joyce?

Just in time.

Were you looking for us?

I Don't need to look for you, gogarty.

I can smell you out.

We're going around to Mrs. Macks.

- Are you coming? - No money.

Oh, come on. She'll understand you.

Well, in that case, you're a true son of Erin,

and it'd be treacherous for me to let you down.

Hope you're not too annoyed.

James: I've waited for hours, but I could not see you.

Perhaps i'm too short-sighted.

It's probably foolish of me to write you now,

but I hope you remember me.

- Ms. Barnacle? - Mr. Joyce.

[Moans]

Touch me, touch me.

[Moans]

Do you have a hankie, Mr. Joyce?

- I better go in. - Uh, no, not yet.

- You're not frightened of them, are you? - No.

Ms. Barnacle, this is Mr. Cosgrave,

Mr. Gogarty, and my younger brother, stani.

We've met.

Enjoy your night-off, Ms. Barnacle.

Having an early night yourself, gentlemen?

Well, i'll say one thing for the bard anyhow.

He's not a snob, is he?

You think I Don't respect you after what happened tonight?

Nora, believe me,

it was sacred for me.

You Don't understand me, but you will.

It's because we've only just met.

It's this feeling when people put their mouths together

like this.

- Why? - Why what?

Why is it all right for you to touch me and I can't touch you?

Because i'm better at it than you are.

I love you, Jim.

You say that,

but I need more than your embraces, Nora.

I want to know who you are, or you're right to me.

I want to know your secret thoughts.

I have no secret thoughts.

Nora: My dearest, the terrible sadness which overwhelms me

each time we say farewell can only be driven away

if I keep your face, my love, clear in my mind's eye.

So it seems to me that you are always with me

as I move here and there during the day.

Surely none could surmise as I walk in the street,

or work among those for whom I care so little,

but it is your memory locked in my heart,

and your voice that I hear calling my name over and over.

Sometimes, I wept with eyes clouded with tears.

"Realizing at last that you are not with me.

I must end here since this letter both reminds...

Both reminds me how distant you are

and how sad I will be, until we meet again.

Your loving girl, Nora."

She misses you, loves you, what's wrong with that?

But what do you think of it, the style?

The style?

For god's sake, Joyce. She copied it from a book.

What makes you say that?

Because I know the girl we're dealing with.

You're an awful bollocks, cosgrave, do you know that?

Woman: Saw our mother ashamed.

The nations saw our head bent low,

nor knew that in our hearts, untamed fire

still unquenchable good glow.

Mr. Joyce, you're next.

Uh, Russell, can I ask you

why I haven't been paid for the stories I sent you?

Actually, um, something were quite good, I thought,

but frankly, there had been some complaints.

Not suitable material for the Irish homestead.

We won't be publishing anymore.

But it was you who approached me.

Please, Mr. Joyce, this is all prepared.

Come on now, before things get any worse.

Woman: Our mother sitting young and fair.

[Audience applauding]

♪ She sings the love songs

♪ of her dear native place

♪ every note which he loved

♪ awaking

♪ a little they think

♪ who delighted her strains

♪ of the hearts ♪

♪ of the men in distraught

♪ is breaking

Man: ♪ as she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,

♪ and I looked with a feeling rare ♪

♪ and I says, says I, to a passer-by ♪

♪ who's the maid with the nut-brown hair? ♪

♪ He smiled at me and he says to me ♪

♪ that's the gem of Ireland's crown ♪

♪ young Rosie mccann from the banks of the bann ♪

♪ she's the star of the county down ♪

♪ from bantry bay up to Derrick quay ♪

- ♪ up from galway to Dublin town ♪ - you were wonderful.

- They're all talking about you. - Good.

How about you?

- You did well too, I saw. - What?

Are you fixed up with cosgrave now, are you?

What?

Or maybe you've been seeing him already in the nights

when you're not with me?

Jim, for Jessie's sake!

I could see it from here.

I was watching the way you are with him.

But you asked cosgrave to escort me here.

You said it wouldn't be right for me to be all alone.

You see, I forgot how quickly you get to know a strange man.

Of course, I talk to strangers. I work in a hotel.

Jim, what was I supposed to do when you came up to me?

Go or no? You might be a stranger.

You want me to talk to no one, but yourself.

You have your friends, you can go out with them.

Some of my friends tell me you copied that letter

out of a book,

that there's nothing sincere in it at all.

You showed them?

[Audience applauding]

You showed them my letter.

You hear that, huh? They love me.

They can't get enough of me.

I laid myself bare because I thought you understood,

and I thought that you also...

But now I can see you have no clue who I am,

and you think you can insult me

with some petty words stolen from a woman's penny novel!

No, I Don't know what you are saying.

I wrote what I feel. I love you.

I can't help it if I can't say it different to other people.

Even writers have to use the same words

as other people.

Leave me alone!

Stani, who's that talking to Jim?

She's a maid at jimm's hotel.

I am sick of it all.

That's why I thought that what happened between us

is at least something like love.

It never occurred to me that you despise me.

- I Don't despise you. - But for you,

it's just another fellow like any other.

And if it made me happy for you to pull me off,

then fair enough.

But that wasn't to get close to you now.

That was right out.

And that's it all over, isn't it?

Thus this country.

There's nothing natural about it.

Nothing free and open people, paralyzed by fear,

frightened of themselves, frightened of the church,

that's why you won't let me inside you,

I can see that now.

But I thought that night,

that night when you took a hold and then you laughed,

I thought, Jesus, we can't be natural together.

We didn't grow old and die

without even touched each other to the heart.

Jim, stop all this. This isn't you.

Oh, really?

And what do you see when you see me?

- I see you. - Who?

A nice, intelligent, bookish young man with a pleasant voice?

Someone you can marry in a happy Sunday evening around the piano

with your family and friends?

Do you know what I do, Nora,

on the nights when i'm not with you?

I go to whores to cleanse myself with the squalor and pretense

that passes for normal life in this country.

- No. - Yes, this thing you think so holy and precious.

Any nights, I had them only I pay to fuck them in a grimy bed,

stiff with the slime of those that had gone before me.

- I Don't believe you. - Well, why Don't you?

Why Don't you believe me?

Because when I met you, you knew nothing about women.

Whereas you clearly knew everything about men.

Man: Hey, Joyce? Need any help there?

It's nearly closing time, you know?

Hold on!

Don't you see?

It's only fair you know what i'm like

and what i'm gonna be like.

Are you coming or not?

Do you want me to walk you back?

All right.

[Bulls mooing]

[Bulls mooing]

All right, go on.

Get out! Go on! Go on!

Why are you so frightened? They wouldn't touch you.

James: I'm not frightened.

Yes, you are.

Poor, simple-minded Jim.

I hate things with horns.

Now you have horns. [Chuckles]

Touch me, i'm lonely here.

- What's the matter, Jim? - My mother.

After she died, she appeared to me like that,

and so many people out to get us.

If I stay here, they'll kill me.

Jim.

Take me with you when you go.

There's nothing for me in Dublin without you, Jim.

I think you're mad to go with him, do you know that?

I know. I'm mad to go with him.

What will you do when you Don't fit?

It's an awful foreign place

where you can't talk the language,

and you have no money, where it's freezing cold.

Can I borrow your coat?

Stani. Stani.

Now we're good and all.

As long as it's enough to get us out of here.

Yates, he gave a few shirts. Skeffington gave nothing.

Said you didn't pay him back the last time.

- Bastard. - I got the boots on.

Jesus.

I never thought it will take so long to get in here, would you?

I keep thinking we should be there by now.

I will give anything to my friends

when they find out i'm gone.

Nora, you Don't really know what you've done, do you?

You're not taking it seriously at all.

But this is my second time running away.

I'm not on my own this time.

I am so tired. Can we get something to eat?

The pennies we'll get in advance from the berlitz.

Look, just let me find the school,

get us a room and then we can eat and sleep.

I Don't mind carrying the luggage.

I'll carry it myself.

I just Don't want to be left alone, please?

Nora.

The berlitz people, they Don't know i'm with someone.

They think i'm alone, you know, single.

It'll be simpler that way to get a job, I mean.

It'll only be an hour.

You can do what you like, I Don't care.

Nora, it was the only way to be sure of getting the job.

Oh, suit yourself.

Signorina! [Speaks Italian]

Signorina. [Man speaks Italian]

Nora?

Nora!

Nora?

Oh, there you are, hiding.

You'll never believe what happened to me.

I Don't give a tinker's curse of what happened to you.

I got caught in a fight.

Well, you weren't left like a unclaimed parcel though,

were you?

Left for anyone to poke at and jeered?

- No, i'm sorry, but honestly... - Do you know something?

I sat here today and I realized

that I need you for everything.

- I need you for everything, too. - No.

Every single thing that goes into my mouth

comes from you where I Don't eat.

Everything I want to say

goes through you where I Don't speak.

Nora, you know I would never leave you.

Nothing but trains and parks and waiting and hiding.

I thought we were going away as we're clear of all that,

to be free, you said?

But all it is is one hole after another.

And what's next, Jim?

What's the next little thing you haven't told me about?

Nothing, we're here. We've arrived.

No, I want to go home.

Nora, it's beautiful, wait and see.

No, i've had enough, Jim. I just want to go home.

Well, which one?

The one in Finn's hotel or the one in galway?

Come on.

Fuck up. Fuck up, love.

[Indistinct chatters]

[Church bells ringing]

I like them all.

Each story is so little and yet every moment stays.

I feel i've been for a long holiday in Dublin.

No, not a holiday.

- A nightmare, perhaps? - No, no, no, no, no.

You cannot hide your love but you try hard.

Yes, what is it? My favorite, this one.

- Araby? - Yes, of course.

The boy is so in need,

he wants to buy this girl, Mangan's sister,

something exotic at the bazaar, something extraordinary,

so he will deserve her.

He is so hungry for her, beautiful.

But you know, Joyce, sometimes you-you pause a little.

Oh, I pause a lot, but never in my work.

Really? So tell me, why must the boy fail?

He reaches araby too late. It is dark and dreary.

The hero weeps bitter tears and curses

what you call as vanity.

Reality.

Yes, but you know, in life, it's not always so tragic.

Sometimes, love can discover a treasure

as strange and beautiful as this boy wants to find in araby,

and it's real.

Nora.

Wouldn't you say she is real?

[Speaking Italian]

[Speaking Italian]

Jim, is that the ibsen you know?

How do you like trieste, signora Joyce?

Well, i'm not medical, to tell you the truth.

At home, this stage,

everybody would be up dancing, you know.

Around here, it looks like stray dogs in the run for something.

- Oh, I didn't mean you. - But it's true, you know.

Alessandro and I, we are runaways.

- We eloped together. - That's like me and Jim,

but we're not married.

That's fine, everyone does things their own way.

- [Speaks Italian] - [Speaks Italian]

I'm sorry, Nora, we are going.

But come and see me at home. You must tell me about Ireland.

[Speaks Italian]

I also must go or the newspaper will not come out tomorrow.

Another time.

Signora Joyce.

♪ Oh, if you'll be the lass ♪

♪ of aughrim

♪ as I supposed you to be

♪ come give me

♪ the last token

♪ between you and me

-♪ oh, Gregory -♪ Gregory

- ♪ Don't you remember ♪ - ♪ Don't you remember ♪

-♪ that night on the hill -♪ that night on the hill

♪ where we swapped rings

- ♪ off each other's hands ♪ - ♪ other's hands ♪

-♪ sorely against my will -♪ sorely against my will

-♪ mine was of -♪ mine was of

-♪ the beaten gold -♪ the beaten gold

-♪ yours but black tin -♪ yours but black tin

-♪ yes, mine -♪ mine was of

-♪ the beaten gold -♪ the beaten gold

-♪ yours but black tin -♪ yours but black tin

An Irish ending for the evening.

Here.

Just to make you feel better.

Man: One would have to say, Joyce,

that you should get out of this situation while you can.

You'll only ruin her life

by making her even more unhappy than she is now.

- Did you find her? - No, fuck off, eyers.

This is all your fault.

[Thunder growling]

- Feel it. - No.

-It's nothing. It's too early for you to ask. -No! No, no.

[Chuckles]

- [Thunder growling] - [Chuckles]

[Panting]

If someone hurts you and I was there,

i'd hurt them back so bad, i'm telling you.

[Thunder growling]

[Moaning]

[Coughing]

This George Moore character

doesn't know how to end a story.

The landlady thinks you're pregnant.

What?

That cheek of her.

Why didn't she say it on my face?

- She wants us out. - The old witch.

What do we do?

I Don't know.

Find somewhere else, I suppose.

Are you pregnant?

I Don't know.

I thought you had a period last month?

Maybe you should write to your mother.

- What for? - For help.

I Don't need her help.

It'd be all right, won't it?

Might not be? Might just be the food?

We're gonna keep it down.

We just found it.

Come on down and give us a hand, will you?

♪ With an independent air

♪ you can hear the girls declare ♪

♪ you must be a millionaire

♪ you can hear them sigh and wish to die ♪

♪ you can see them wink the other eye ♪

♪ at the man who broke the bank ♪

♪ at monte Carlo

[chuckles]

- Alessandro? - [Baby crying]

I am so sorry.

I'm not to awaken the baby, I swear.

I will do it myself if only for the shape of me.

I'm gonna find him, huh? I'll find him.

[Baby crying]

This will be you soon.

Sometimes, men get frightened when their wives are pregnant.

Wait till the baby comes, you'll be happy then.

How can I be happy when he's a stranger to me?

When I Don't understand half of what he says to me sometimes?

You should write to your mother.

For what?

Tell her I crossed half the world,

end up with a man no better than hers?

You didn't end up with me, Nora.

Complete freedom to come and go as you please.

Freedom?

To do what? To go where?

I've given more to you more than I ever have to anyone.

- Do you not realize that? - Are you joking me?

If you're not out getting drunk, you're sitting there writing,

and if I just to drop dead on the floor in front,

you wouldn't even notice.

I know just everything, every little move,

every little gesture, every word.

I could prove it to you if you'd bother to read it.

Do you not remember what you said to me the other day,

when I threw away a story and started again?

You asked me "will all that paper be wasted?"

I'm lying near you to tell my tale

of friendship and sorrow,

hope and betrayal,

for how can I trust what friends will do?

Old promises, ashes, and words all true.

But there is still one,

softly moves to woo and win me,

and softly loves.

My hand is near now.

I touch her breast.

Farewell to my sorrow, I may rest.

I have been thinking, Joyce,

would you like to write the opera review for my newspaper?

Most certainly. Will I be paid?

Of course, but only tickets.

[Chuckles]

Signor Joyce. [Speaks Italian]

[Woman speaks Italian]

[Speaks Italian] Signor Joyce.

Who's he like? His eyes are dark.

He's like you, signor Joyce. The eyes may change color.

Nora: Poor little thing.

He's only born, hasn't a chance to look at anyone yet.

Jesus.

Stani. Stani.

Jim.

Stani, you look so different.

I could pass you in the street and Don't recognize you.

- And so do you... - Stani, this is giorgio.

[Baby crying]

He's estranged with men he doesn't know.

- How's the journey, stani? - Fine, fine.

Have you anything left with the money I sent you?

No, hardly any.

Well, you told me to buy the suit for the berlitz,

and then things are so tight at home,

I had to leave some money for the girls

and then there was a matter of some food on the journey.

I had two eggs and coffee.

Really, I have 40 crowns, Jim.

Fine brother you have!

- Welcome to trieste, stani. - Is she all right?

Well, as you can see,

I didn't leave her in the streets like I said I would.

[Indistinct chatters]

Look, Jim, we're here so shut up.

Do I have to roll?

Nora, giorgio... giorgio I.

And if i'm about to...

My wife will give me giorgio ii.

She may not know much,

but she does know how to produce children.

Is Jim down there with you, stani?

I'm not having that sleeping next to me.

Hello, Nora!

Do you know something, stani?

That Nora there,

she can't spell or punctuate or even use a capital letter,

but she can produce children, isn't that amazing?

You're amazing, Nora!

See, I notice these things no one else would.

[Cooing]

Been a long time waiting for his father to feed him.

[Baby cooing]

Your lunch is there for you on the stove.

What would you be doing now

if you weren't saving your brother from drinking?

Jim's a genius,

but he is different to who I am,

so I would see it as my job to ease certain obstacles

so that work can be done.

How much do you believe?

It'll be a terrible shame, Nora,

if Jim were not to become

everything he were meant to become.

I see.

Oh, poor stani.

All the way to trieste to escape

and now you're the prisoner of two families instead of one.

All you need now is to get married yourself.

All right, Jim. All right, let's go home.

- Trick? - For Christ's sake, Jim,

you're half-blind from that shite already,

would you not think of the work?

Oh, god forbid, I should go blind before I pay you back.

Will not come out

- unless I pay for it. - Why?

They said the dubliners is a book about Ireland,

and books about Ireland do not sell.

There's only one way out of this mess.

You'll have to go to Ireland and then see the publisher.

What?

You take giorgio to see his grandfather.

I can't go back.

I can't go back. I won't get back here.

Anyway, there's my class to consider, Jim.

We need that money.

So let's go home, let's go home now.

Let's go home.

[Indistinct chatters]

Get up, get up! Come on, you can do it!

- [Grunts] - [Indistinct chatters]

Would you mind if I sit with you?

Of course not.

Should we eat? There's nothing at home.

I've already eaten, but you go ahead.

Oh, i'm not hungry.

Cinema was good today. It was a sad story.

They're all sad stories.

I Don't know why you bothered going.

That fills in the time

I cannot be always be sitting on that room.

It remind of someone I knew.

Jim: Who?

Young fellow in galway.

Someone you were in love with.

Yeah, I suppose I was, yeah.

We were only young, I...

I used to sneak out at night to meet him.

We had to hide from my uncle, you see.

And the time, they were sending me to the convent,

he stood outside,

begging for me to come down, but I couldn't.

And then he died, no one told me until after the funeral,

because it was that night he took bed.

So he died for the love of you?

Yeah, he did.

Why did you not tell me?

All those stories of galway, you never said a word.

No, they seem so far away.

But seeing that fellow, it reminded me.

As well, as well...

I should go, see if giorgio is all right.

- I'll come with you. - No, please Don't.

See you later.

There we go.

Where are you going?

- See you later, stani. - Yeah, see you later.

Jim: Where are you going, funny lad?

You'll fall off the bed.

You'll fall off the bed.

Where are you going? Hmm?

Jim, Nora.

I'm going to move out

and so you can have this place to yourselves again.

Don't be silly, stani.

No, I have my mind made up and...

It's not working out,

with all of us in top of each other like this.

So let's talk about it later, all right?

I just wanted to inform you of my decision.

Giorgio, where did you get those papers?

[Giorgio coos]

Oh, giorgio, what have you done?

- [Coos] - He'll go mad.

[Coos]

[Indistinct chattering]

Is that another new hat?

I haven't paid for the last one yet.

They say that living well is the best revenge.

That must be half a month's salary here, at least.

Well, there's a lot more than that, Jim.

Well, we're staying here tonight as well.

The landlady won't let us back until we pay the rent.

Ah, now there's a coincidence.

I just gave my notice in the school today.

If stani will advance us some cash, it will be all right.

Nora: Is it my turn again for a bad news?

You mean there's more?

Well, I think so.

Jim: Jesus.

Nora: Giorgio got hold of those today.

But they're all here. What is he doing? I'll kill him.

They're torn, that's all.

- Read it, Jim. - What?

That new story.

You call it, "the dead".

I read it.

Did you think it was good?

Nora: Hello, stranger.

Stani: Hello, Nora. Is this Lucia?

Come up. [Grunts]

Come up and say hello to your uncle stani.

[Sighs]

Well, now, she's a brave one, isn't she?

Oh, stop. She wouldn't mind

most of the crossroads for you so she would.

- Stani, come on up and see you later at our palace, will you? - No.

- Nora, I can't, um... - Oh, do.

It's been so long since i've seen you.

I've missed you, Stan.

Lucia.

- How's Jim? - He's in Dublin with giorgio.

Yes, Eva wrote to me.

Jim is a bit of a nerve really

going to Dublin to open a cinema.

- Yes, um... - [Giggles]

He's always the one for going to the films.

Do you think it will take off in Dublin?

- I doubt it, so... - Lucia.

Isn't it great to see your uncle stani?

Yes.

Well, you have a lot of space.

Well, that's because the landlord from our last space

had on hold the furniture.

The usual story.

Have a look around.

Oh, no, no, it's great, yeah.

Is something wrong, Nora?

"Nora, I am staying in Dublin and so is giorgio.

- Everyone here is laughing." - Read it out.

Read out the part where he asks is giorgio really his son.

Read out where he asks who else fucked me before he did.

"Did you slide your hand inside his trousers

as you did with me?

Did you walk along the river,

or go down there daily to kiss..."

- no, you heard it from his own mouth! - Stop!

People in Dublin are laughing at him

for taking on the girl that many men have enjoyed.

Nice, nice note.

But your brother, the great writer.

All I ever know, I know is he's gone mad, mad.

It's cosgrave.

And that shower of poisonous bastards.

Well, he's back where he belongs.

In the land of the betrayers.

Now you're just going to have to write to him,

tell him it's not... it's not true, right?

Hmm?

Now, Jesus, Nora, listen to me here.

You know Jim.

You know that he finds rejection everywhere he goes.

And where he cannot find it, he invents it.

So I know that his anger doesn't hurt you.

But Jesus, Nora, if you Don't respond,

if you Don't deny it, Nora.

He believed cosgrave.

He didn't believe me.

Hello, Lucia, hello.

Why are you out here? Come, what are you doing here?

- Where's mommy? - [Thuds]

Where's your mommy? Where's your mom?

She's in here?

She's in here.

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning the room. And you're not well.

No, I want it to stay exactly as it is!

[Sighs]

Go away, stani.

Stani: You just gonna have to write to him, Nora.

Go away!

Man: Do you remember years ago,

I asked you, "did you love her?"

And you said...

"Yours was the mind through which she must think,

and yours was the body through which she must feel."

She was so easy that first time, I should've known.

Jim, Nora gave up everything she knew

and went halfway across Europe to be with you.

It was the best thing you ever did.

- How do you mean? - What?

You got away from Dublin.

You found love without asking their permission.

Well, Jesus, Don't you remember

how cosgrave and gogarty tried to undermine you?

How they lied about Nora

just to keep you exactly where they wanted you.

Jim: Excuse me?

Yes, sir?

Do you live in the attic room?

I beg your pardon, sir?

My wife used to be a maid here.

I wonder if I could have a look at where she slept.

Is your wife dead, sir?

What?

What did you say?

Woman: I'll have to go down now, sir.

You just let yourself out whenever you're ready.

Stani: That's another letter from Jim.

I Don't want to read anymore of his shite.

You open it.

I Don't want to read it, Nora.

That can't be worse than what you've seen already.

[Tongue clicking]

Now horsie's go away. [Tongue clicks]

And look what he left behind.

Now you eat a little bit, will you?

- You're... - [Nora screams]

He says it's all lies. He says cosgrave made it all up.

Oh, stani, stani, i'll write to him now.

Stani, i'll write to him now

and i'll tell him how kind you've been to me

these past few weeks.

[Speaks Italian]

Nora: You haven't written for days, Jim.

Is it because I was silent before to punish me?

God knows who you'll go with in Dublin to state you're in.

You send me cocoa and ask me have you been cruel to me?

You know you have, Jim,

so cruel that I have wept and wept and lay in our bed

not knowing what I will do.

Jim: All I think of is you, my darling.

Nora, there is a letter I want to write,

or maybe want you to write, but I dare not ask.

I want to come to you now,

to find you asleep to breathe in your smell.

To say all those words you say were mere long.

Write those words to me, Nora dearest.

Be shameless, disgusting, I long to see you,

your eyes blazing at me when we're alone again.

Nora: Oh, Jim, I am wearing no underclothes today.

I found a pair with a stain.

I wanted to send them to you

because I knew it would exciteyou.

Like it excites you when I say a certain word

you wanted me to write over and over.

Do you pull yourself off when I write it?

I want to fuck you so badly.

Do you remember that night we did it all night backwards,

when you fucked me all night long?

[Nora moaning]

Jim: I want you to punish me again and again.

Saving it from what I want, Nora.

Hold my words against your body and read them over and over.

Let me tell you everything, my dirty girl.

I want to creep inside your drawers

and lick you and lick you faster and faster

until you twist and scream,

faster until my tongue is wet with your juice,

put it inside you,

to climb up into your womb forever,

to be you and know your feelings, know your pain.

[Door opens]

Go away.

Jimsy.

Lift me above of this poo.

Mr. Joyce?

The writing is so big

there's hardly room for the stamp.

[Nora's giggling]

Jim's coming home!

How come?

Well, I sent him this wedding invitation, but it didn't work.

And then I threatened to have Lucia baptized so I did.

He'll be home inside a week.

Oh, I always knew i'm best with this writing game.

♪ With tears in my heart

♪ tears beyond all controlling ♪

♪ I wake and remember

♪ an exile, am I

♪ and I pray though between us ♪

♪ the wide seas are rolling

♪ to come home to thee

♪ if 'tis only ♪

♪ to die

♪ oh, green isle of Erin

♪ that waits for me yonder

♪ though fate may decree

♪ 'tis forever we part ♪

♪ still exiled and lonely

♪ where ere I may wander

♪ the green isle of Erin

♪ remains in my heart

♪ the green isle of Erin

♪ remains ♪

♪ in my heart

- [People applauding] - Grazie.

- Bravo. - Grazie.

Bravo!

All: Bravo!

Happy St. Patrick's day.

Have you heard anything from home?

Oh, begging letters.

Ah, they're all mad jealous that i'm here instead of them.

They won't be so mad jealous

when they find out what you let yourself in for.

I Don't know why you're so miserable, stani?

I think Nora and Jim are really happy.

Stani: Hmm. [Scoffs]

Eva, I thought you'd never get here.

- Stani? - Nora.

Great to see you.

Could you send Jim out to me please, Nora?

Oh, will you come in, stani?

No, i'd just like a word with Jim.

Would you give it a rest for today, at least?

Will you send him out to me please, Eva?

- Uh... - No.

She's going to help me serve the food.

So either come in and join us

or stand there with one arm as long as the other.

Honest to god, it never stops.

It's no wonder that fellow doesn't get invited anymore.

Jim?

Stani, happy St. Patrick's day.

- Who's here so far? - Tullio silvestri.

- The man who wants to paint you? - Mm-hmm.

And Roberto prezioso.

- Excuse me. - Without his wife as usual.

She allows him to come

as long as she's not gonna invite us to their house

afraid that she might have to shake hands with me, the bitch.

- Nora. - I've got mouths to feed.

Sure, I Don't even care.

You could swing gates up her legs.

Stani: It's not as if I don't know where he's spending

- the money on. - Stani, stani.

If you feel that way about pop, you stop sending them money.

But I have to.

Well, then Don't come on here and complaining about it.

- It's your problem, too, Jim. - What problem?

Hello, here's your cake, signor prezioso.

Oh, thank you very much.

No, Don't mind them. Their parent's spoiled children.

Signora Joyce, the sun shines for you today.

- Wine? - Yes, please.

We told each other so much, Nora, aren't we?

Things we couldn't have told another living soul.

And now we're bound together tightly than any marriage vows.

But I think you owe me compensation

for all the things you made me feel,

all that pain, all that jealousy.

It was you who used the first words,

it was you who touched me first in the dark.

Everything we did, you began.

I think it's only fair.

Something in return so equal.

What?

You tell me how they touched you.

- Who? - All other men.

Did he put his hands inside you? Did he make you come?

- No. - No secrets, body and soul.

I've been open with you, Nora.

You know the worst about me, I want to know your everything.

Did he put his hands inside you?

How did he touch you?

Like this.

You're going to met?

Yes.

Say one for me.

- Come here. - Oh, why should I?

When I have any amount of lovers queuing up for me?

I want you to choose me.

Nora: What are you doing here?

I brought an admirer to see you.

- Signora Joyce. - Signor prezioso.

Well, isn't a world for some?

You have matter to do with your time

than stand around here looking at me?

I thought you'd be delighted.

- You will distract signor silvestri. - Oh, please, i'm so sorry.

Are we upsetting your concentration, tulio?

[Both moaning]

Did you ever think of him kissing you?

- Who? - Prezioso.

Did you imagine it?

It's all right, you can tell me.

No.

Never.

- Do you think you will enjoy it? - Jim.

Please.

[Door opens]

Here again, prezioso. You can't seem to stay away.

- It such a privilege for me. - Oh, and for me, Roberto.

You see, I know so little about painting,

coming as I do from an oral tradition.

Nora: And it suits him, signor prezioso.

It's so much easier to lie with words rather than pictures.

I think you may be right, signora Joyce.

I think you two should meet and talk more often.

You should call next week, prezioso.

I'm sending Eva and the children

for a little holiday in the country.

My wife will have plenty of free time, then.

Well, I would like to, of course, yes.

I knew nothing about the holiday in the country.

It's a treat for the children and a break for you.

- No, I Don't want them to go. - It's just a holiday, Nora.

A chance for giorgio to see a cow.

No.

Where are they?

They're in the carriage already.

- I'll make them come up and say goodbye. - No, leave them.

Don't think I Don't know what you're up to.

- What do you mean? - I want them back.

- I want giorgio here with me. - Ah, stop it.

Eva: Please, Nora.

What is the matter with you, Eva?

You know, you haven't stop sniveling

since the day you arrived in the place.

That's not fair.

You and Jim haven't stopped picking on each other.

Well, go on home then, so.

You think I want you here moaning around the place,

spying on me?

I do not spy on you.

Well, you write enough fucking night.

'cause it can't all be about the weather.

Jim?

I'm doing this for you, remember?

[Indistinct chattering]

Look after each other, all right?

- We'll be fine. - I know.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

Hip.

- [Speaks Italian] - [Speaks Italian]

- Signor Joyce. - Signor prezioso.

[Speaks Italian]

[Speaks Italian]

Do you think it's serious?

What?

Prezioso's infatuation with you.

- Then nothing happened? - No.

But he said things.

He said, "the sun shines for you today."

And what else did he say?

Oh, Jim, doesn't talk like this, upset you?

No, I shouldn't.

Nora: Because of before.

Because of the way you were before.

Are you trying to make me go with him

so you can sit up all night writing about it?

Read out bits to him the next day?

Prezioso is my friend. He's interested in my writing.

Oh, you tell me.

Are there things about you and me he knows bits you read out?

What do you care?

You hold yourself completely aloof from my work.

I need someone to talk to. I need some encouragement.

And why do you think I Don't read those things?

I Don't know. I just know you Don't.

Maybe you can't be bothered.

Oh, doesn't it occur to you

that I couldn't bear to see my life twisted

and made it strange to me that's living it?

Nora, please it's exactly the other way around.

You take me for a fool!

I write it to celebrate my life, to celebrate my life with you.

Then why are you stealing my life?

And you make it something else.

Don't you see, I can't stand these rows.

You Don't know you make me feel like nothing the way you talk!

[Grunts] There!

Come now and destroy me, come!

Jim, i'm sorry.

Thank you.

There are things in here I could've have written again.

Nora.

You're my only love.

I want you to be happy.

Jim, tell me what it is you want.

I'll do anything you want.

You're free to do what you like.

I Don't care what you do as long as you're honest and tell me.

Did you fuck him?

- Did you fuck him? - No.

[Speaking Italian]

Jim?

Did you fuck my wife? Did you fuck my wife?

- [Speaks Italian] - Did you?

- Joyce? - Did you? Did you fuck her?

Did you fuck her? Did you fuck her?

Did your fuck her? Did you fuck her?

[Speaks Italian]

[Speaks Italian]

Signora.

[Cries]

- [Man speaks Italian] - [Roberto crying]

Nothing happened.

That's the truth.

It doesn't matter what you say.

I'll never know.

Will you go in to the publishing on your way through Dublin

just to keep things moving?

Very well.

Do you think it'll do any good?

This is over now.

Goodbye, Lucia.

Good bye, giorgio.

Look up to your sister.

[Lucia speaks Italian]

Mr. Roberts, my husband wants to know

why you still haven't published his book.

It's very complicated, madam.

I will write again to your husband in due course.

Oh, Mr. Roberts, you can tell me now.

Well, they are not things

one would wish to discuss with a lady.

Oh, you Don't have to be afraid.

Myself and my husband have no secrets.

George: Really?

Well, are you aware that one of the stories concerns a...

- A pervert? - Yes, yes, of course.

There are also hidden meanings in these stories

that you, madam, may not be aware of.

For example, the most recent one, the dead.

Well, frankly,

there's something dirty going on in that story,

if you ask me.

[Indistinct chattering]

- Nana! Nana! - Nana!

- Oh, my darlings. - Oh, my Nana.

Oh, my darlings, my little gnomes, welcome.

Welcome home.

It's great to see you, Nora.

Take my hand.

- Nora, welcome home. - Lucia.

Ah, was the board late?

Did you have a good time on the train?

Papa! Papa!

Lucia: Babbo! Babbo!

- [Speaks Italian] - Giorgio.

Lucia.

[Speaks Italian]

- [Giorgio speaks Italian] - [Lucia speaks Italian]

Hello, Nora.

Giorgio, find your shoes. It's time to go home.

[Giorgio speaks Italian]

Jim: Your mother told me where i'd find you.

They're looking very well.

Yes, they really love it here.

Are you keeping well?

Well, I have.

Have you gave me a blow by blow account

of your meeting with the publisher?

Bigger bollocks never could have answered it cool.

Now I hear the printer smashed the type.

- No? - No, it's true, Nora.

Dubliners will never be published here.

When I leave Ireland, this time it's forever.

I'm never coming back.

Everyone keeps asking when you're coming home.

Everyone.

I keep seeing them standing there with tears in his face.

He thought he was lonely and that you didn't care.

- How was he to know that you... - Nora, I promised.

Nothing will ever come between us again.

You know i'm never going back.

You can create it.

Isn't it great to have a bit of life around the place again?

Annie: Go on, Nora, and bring Jim for a walk.

Go on, child.

You haven't had a real chance to have a talk together.

Man: You know, despite all our rows,

Nora and me always understood each other.

We knew how to have a good laugh.

[Laughs] What do you say, Nora? Will you give us a song? Hmm?

-No, I Don't sing anymore.

Jim: What are you gonna do, Nora?

Do you really think you can live here?

All I wanted to do is to give you back your power over me.

To let you choose.

You did it for yourself, Jim.

The way you do everything.

That's not true.

Not a day goes by

that I do not ask myself what happened to us.

- Goodbye, Annie. - Come back soon.

[Grunts]

God bless.

Go, Terence, up.

I Don't actually know

how we'd be able to get back to trieste?

Stani has got to send us some money.

- God bless. - Arrivederci, Nana!

Arrivederci, Nana!

Oh, stani.