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- Hey, Maura. - Maura!

Maura!

Maura, where are you off to?

- I want to talk to you. - Maura!

Maura...

You've been telling stories.

Your petticoat's showing.

Here you are, Maura!

Here!

I wouldn't let your father get a sight of you.

He'll take his big stick to you.

Little Maura was never tumbled, surely?

What has little Maura been doing?

- Urgh! - Blergh!

Urgh.

One, two and he was at the door.

In the dark, she felt the key turning in the latch

and a voice spoke to her.

"Open the door, it's your lover Dermot returned from across the sea."

She opened, trembling.

A warrior stood there, near to seven foot tall

but his skin was as pale as a seabird's feathers, and so...

...the hare was the size of young stallion

and it watched him with its big amber eyes.

And he took a bridle to it made from an old hay rope

and it rose on its haunches

and was away with him over the boulders

and he wet his breeches, it flew so fast...

...and the king scooped up a handful of soil

and flung it far into the sky.

Where the land falls, there is your kingdom.

But you are banished from this land forever

and wherever you go, men will turn their faces from you.

Breda?

Breda.

Would you keep quiet? Your father's trying to sleep.

What happened to Janey?

Why did she go?

She was a stupid, foolish girl. She did things.

She's gone anyhow.

- What did they do to her? - Will you ever stop?

Count yourself lucky you've no such trouble.

What happened, Janey?

Scarf Michael took her, I dare say.

He's the one plays the fiddle

with a bow made of dead men's hair.

Yes, and he wears a mask and a great black cloak like a bird

all made of shadows

which he steals from folk when they die.

Owen said he saw him last month up by the graveyard.

You only have to hear him play his fiddle and you'll be dead before the day is out.

Shh!

Shh...

Can you hear it?

It's only the wind in the chimney.

Are you sure now?

Janey?

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Come on over here, and sit down.

Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú?

Are you alright?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

You should keep to the house.

I don't see why I should.

Everyone knows I'm here.

You should've seen the looks they gave me!

My father knows, for sure.

So, if he does!

There's nothing he can do.

Eamon.

What's going to happen?

I'm tired of waiting.

I must know, one way or the other

for the baby's sake.

It'll be alright, you'll see.

It'll be settled this very night.

You'll see.

Dad has gone along to old Myles Keenan.

He's the best in these parts. He even has the measure of your father.

Come along.

Come on.

Come on.

Go on.

Father Connolly was round looking for you, girl.

Father Connolly.

He was fishing. I could tell.

He's a sly one.

"All's well that ends well."

"Some of the best marriages are made that way." Hell...

Suppose she thinks I don't know where she's gone.

A laughing stock.

It may be the fashion but not in this household!

Who was it that cursed me with a race of daughters?

Eamon!

Say, come on there, Eamon! Come on.

Hugh O'Donnell is a hard man to win over

and you have him greatly incensed against you.

Sure, but he'll come around.

All talk he is. But when it comes down to it...

Aye, well now, a little talk sometimes paves the way.

It's no fight, Conor.

You know the way of these things. But a fight would be a simple matter.

Well, you're the cause of a deal of trouble, young fellow.

He has his heart set on it.

It'll be grand to see yourself and old Hugh O'Donnell back together again.

After such a long while.

We'll see.

Aye.

Well now, Eamon.

You'll want to smarten yourself up a bit now.

Aye. Tuck your shirt in for a start.

Aye. And, Eamon...

when we get to the house

you just keep smiling at the man, do you see?

And you can leave us do the talking, your da and myself.

Where the devil's Father gone? There's a small deputation coming down the lane.

He took a horse.

I might have known he'd find some work to do when he saw trouble coming.

Father!

Father!

Father, they're here.

It's no time for ploughing. They're in the lane!

- Is Janey with them? - No, but they've Myles Keenan.

Their clothes are mighty fancy for the weather that's in it.

To hell with them.

Look, for pity's sake will you stop? I'll look after the horse.

It's only for the day I got the horse.

If your poor old mother were alive, God rest her.

Hurry up.

Conor!

What have you done with her?

Conor Farrell!

What have you done with my daughter?

That's a little matter I'd like to discuss.

Eamon.

You know my son Eamon.

And you know Myles Keenan.

I think it's a fair arrangement. I'd think on it, Hugh.

After all, you've only the three daughters.

Poor Breda, of course

was unfortunate over Tom.

Yes, sure, consumption is a terrible thing.

It's a fact. People don't marry widows.

Dead men's sheets. You know how it is.

And you do need the grandchildren, isn't that so, now?

Isn't that a fact?

And there's Maura. Now I don't want to be unkind to the girl

but she's not the sort you'd take home for a wife.

It's not her fault.

One of God's infirmities.

You'll need someone to run the farm.

Your son, is it?

Now, Hugh.

We all know you've had your differences in the past

but you shouldn't let the fathers' problems get in the way of the children.

I can see the reason in it.

Good.

So, you're not altogether against it.

And you're a fair man, Hugh

and you wouldn't want the girl to go out into the world without...

well, with nothing to start off with, sure you wouldn't.

I'm not a rich man.

- No. - And losing a daughter...

There is her condition to considered.

Condition?

What condition?

Well, delay, um...

would be imprudent, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't you say?

God damn you, Conor, and that son of yours.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

- I credited you with some intelligence. - Now, now, Hugh.

It's not a very nice thing to be damning your future son-in-law to hell.

Sure it isn't.

The father of your grandson?

Well...

here's to the match if it's for the making

and here's to the farm if it's for the breaking.

In the dark, she felt the key turning in the latch

and a voice spoke to her.

"Open the door, it's your lover Dermot returned from across the sea."

I thought... I thought you'd been taken by a wild man!

Maura.

They told me, they told me Scarf Michael had you.

Sure, Maura, me poor, daft sister.

You'd believe anything the world told you.

And then Conor came and they had a market all night.

Thought Da wasn't going to have you back at all.

A market? How?

Come on.

We'll have to find a match for you now, won't we?

No.

I don't want the old man to be angry with me only.

Pull yourself up!

You aren't ugly.

Look, all you have to do

is say to a man

"Could you come and help me with the feeding of the animals?

"I'm afraid of the horse biting me."

I'm not afraid.

Sure, that doesn't matter.

Come on.

Janey!

It was a market.

Myles.

So, there's going to be a wedding.

They'll want a fiddler.

A few pence for a starving man.

Curse of God on you, Michael.

Will you never leave us alone?

Maura!

Maura.

Well...

isn't it grand that your...

your sister's coming to me to be married tomorrow?

Baby.

Yes, I expect there will be.

Want to see Janey?

No, as a matter of fact, I'm glad I found you alone.

I want to speak to you.

I feel you're an unhappy soul, Maura.

Your father and sisters are always worried that you don't talk.

Your poor mother used to tell me

it used to make her feel sorry to have brought you into this world

if it's a burden on you.

No.

I was a mistake, that's all.

Nobody's a mistake, not in God's plan.

I feel you and I, Maura, have a lot in common.

You notice things.

Parents are often blind when their children aren't what they want them to be.

You don't see things as other people do.

I suppose some people think I'm a little touched

When they see me making notes of the birds in the fields.

But I feel it's important.

It is important to notice God's work and to know their names.

I'll have a book compiled soon.

It's odd, isn't it?

Aren't you inspired by the glories of this earth we live on?

The way the flowers dance and the waters roar, and the...

The grandeur of the rocks and the mountains.

They frighten me.

What do you mean, they frighten you?

They shouldn't frighten you, child.

Why are you frightened?

I don't know.

Deus Israel conjungat vos, et ipse sit vobiscum

et nunc domine facius plenius bene diceretur.

In nomine Patre, Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Go on, boy!

Now!

Here's the jug.

Would you open the door, Maura?

Step aside, Maura.

Thinking it's all for her benefit when it's her sister getting married.

Typical of her. Would you look at her!

I won't ask your names, but... you're very welcome.

Maura! Maura!

Eamon.

- You listened well, didn't ye? - Yeah.

Here, give me that.

I never believed you'd do it.

Now, Tríona, you know it's been a long time since there was anything between us.

Just patching up old quarrels, that's how I see it.

Convenient. The two farms.

That's not true either.

Janey. Dance?

- Yeah. - Come on!

Scarf Michael is here!

Maura, alanna...

Stand up to them.

Keep a stiff back and you'll find they mean no harm.

No!

You never married again yourself, Hugh?

No. No.

Tell me. Did you ever think about it?

Well...

Not really, no.

Do you recall Máirtín Coyne beyond the glen?

Aye.

Stop.

Come on, Pat, come on.

Put a bit of life into Tríona.

There's no use crying over spilt milk.

We're going off to the old mill. Are you coming?

Pat's coming, aren't you, Pat?

Well, Tríona?

I'll take care of you.

Where are you going?

Jesus, it's crazy Maura! We'll never be rid of her.

- Let her come. - Come on, Maura.

Come on, we'll take you.

Shh!

Hello!

He's around here somewhere.

I know he is.

It's dark down by the old mill.

Do you want to know what we do down there?

Mother of God, look up there!

Quick, run!

Wait!

Come on!

She'll run off home in a minute. Quick!

Tríona!

I don't want to hear you.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

It's a trick!

It's just a trick.

- Who are you? - Maura.

Why didn't you run off when you had the chance?

I'm not afraid.

Did you think I was?

No.

Why should you be?

Think I'm a fool?

If you come closer, you can see my face through the mask.

Does it frighten you?

Going to hurt me?

They told you I would, I suppose.

I know where your friends went.

I can take you there.

Do you want to see them?

You do?

You don't say very much, do you, girl?

Want to join them?

Do you like music?

I can make this fiddle laugh.

It frightens them when it laughs.

What in the name of God was that?

You're a terrible coward.

Come on, quick, this way. This way. Follow me. Come on.

Up here.

I can't.

Hold your breath and take a run at it.

Can I touch you?

Take off your mask.

You're only a man.

Yes.

Only that.

Only that.

They wrapped me in a sheet of sail cloth

white, like a shroud

because they had a mind to drown me, you see.

I...

I didn't know why they wanted to do this, but...

but then I hadn't understood anything up until then.

Why nobody wanted to listen to my music, which had never been so good.

Why women turn their back on me and ran as if they...

as if they thought I meant to steal their soul.

You don't believe that, do you?

They took me for dead, you see.

But when I broke through that water, I knew I had the power they believed I had.

And now, of course

I was sanctified as a man who'd come back from the dead.

Here.

Would you like a bit of bread? I took it from the wedding.

Why are you looking at the moon?

When I was a little one

I wondered...

why it was that the moon would come and build his nest

in a tree outside my window.

Always there.

I was sure it was special for me, he was there.

I always thought that.

Then came the moonless nights.

I've forgotten now how it was.

Shall I bring you a piece of the moon?

Where have you taken me?

Don't you recognise this place?

Your cottage is just an easy walk from here.

Isn't it a fine fresh day?

It is the whiteness of... of mother's milk.

Why here?

No one troubles us here.

I often sleep in graveyards.

For the company.

Folks have it all wrong.

When people die, we mourn a little, keen a little

and then get frightened stupid in case they return.

The dead are our friends.

Our brothers and sisters, and that's the sum of it.

Do you always sleep in graveyards?

Only now and then.

Can't stay too long in the one place.

Have to keep on the move.

But you will come back and visit us?

I don't think I'd be welcome, do you?

But...

you'll come and help us feed the animals.

The animals? Why?

I don't know.

Here.

See that path, to the right of the hawthorn?

Follow that path and you'll come to a road you recognise.

Michael, would you not come with us?

No.

I'm frightened.

If you stay with me, you'll never ever see them again.

What'll I say?

Forget you ever saw me.

Here, turn around.

Watch that tree.

Look at it till I'm gone.

Watch it closely.

Mind every branch of it.

Every twig of it.

And think of me sometimes.

What are you doing to yourself?

Is my face clean?

Perfect.

Come on now, you look like a clown.

You'll have no skin left on you.

By the by, how's the goat?

Have you seen him today?

Don't talk about it.

I can't even look at him without thinking about it.

He even smells of goat.

I've seen them! I've seen them!

I seen Mad Maura and her lover.

- Where? - Up on the hill.

You liar.

When she saw me, she fanned out her hair in the wind

and floated away over the top

like a wee tuft from a dandelion clock.

Get on out of that, would you?

Róisín!

I know it was her.

Crazy Maura is laughing at us.

Why don't you talk!

Where the devil is he!

Where were you? Who were you with?

You're not as simple as you pretend to be.

You've been no good to me.

No good!

Ever since you were born.

You and your sister both.

Morning, Father.

Morning, Hugh.

Maura.

Well...

you see before you today a poor man.

- But a wise one. - Yeah?

Eamon's a good fellow.

He was explaining to me all the plans he had to make the farm pay its way.

Aye, and my farm too, no doubt.

I'll not say a word.

Is Maura well?

Well, it is a difficult time.

Only there are stories going about I think you should know.

I was relieved to see her here, though.

I presume there's no truth in them.

What stories might they be?

Well, that after the wedding she was seen consorting with a...

with an evil man.

A wild fellow...

the one they call Scarf Michael.

Now, there, they'd be wrong.

Maura was with us here all the night.

She may be many things, that girl, but...

she's not a wanderer.

Well, I just wanted you to know the rumour was causing quite a stir.

They can't leave the girl alone.

They lay all sorts of lies on her and she'll never speak up in her own defence!

Never once!

Maybe you can understand her better than I do.

Well, she's different.

That's all.

Father!

I just want you to know.

If I'm hard on her at times... I mean it for the best.

Slán agus beannacht.

Tríona!

Tríona!

I thought we were not supposed to be talking.

I think that's what you said.

You've been saying things about my wife's sister.

What would the heir of two farms care what I say?

I care, because people believe that sort of vicious talk

and you know full well they do.

Every word of it is true.

You're saying I'm a liar!

Róisín was with me and she saw it all.

They put a curse on us, Maura and her friend.

If our friendship ever meant anything to you

I'm asking you not to go spreading these tales abroad.

You know full well what our friendship meant to me.

But you made your bed and you must lie in it.

It runs in the blood, you know. Your children are the ones who...

Why, Tríona? Why? What do you hope to gain by it?

You came here, didn't you?

You knew where to find me.

It mattered so much.

Afraid we'll be seen?

You don't realise the damage you cause.

But you don't care, do you? You don't care about anything.

It's true, all the same!

Your wife's sister is a witch!

But you're blinded to all that. Blinded!

Now altogether.

...and unto thee...

If rest had been...

Now, what prepositions take the accusative case?

Maura?

Seeing as you've come to join us.

Quo?

Quo isn't a preposition, Maura.

Try something else.

Father! Maura can fly!

I seen her.

Now, that's not altogether true, Peadar. Not without qualification.

Show us some magic, Maura.

- Show us how to fly, Maura. - No.

There's a bit of my thumb.

Now leave Maura be.

If you don't leave off, I really will put a curse on you.

What is it?

Seamus O'Malley and his wife.

Where are they going?

I doubt if even they know.

There's things do happen, you know, by chance.

It's a fair set of coincidences, mind you.

More than fair.

Snow falling on your son's wedding night...

put me in mind of one seed time at Ballynahinch.

That was just the start of it.

What about the sickness?

Animals first, now men.

The spuds are rotting in the pits.

Aye, well, I told you it was a bad time.

The stars are not kind to us this year.

There's a queer sweetness in the air.

It's an unnatural state of affairs.

Scarf Michael.

Was it?

I saw him...

He knows to keep his distance.

And I saw him hand in hand with Hugh O'Donnell's daughter.

There's a thing. Young Maura O'Donnell.

Well, Eamon.

How's the bride?

The young bride?

Working hard like the rest of us.

We'll have to get rid of the old spuds before the blight spreads to the new crop.

Well, I wouldn't have her working too hard, Eamon.

Not in her condition.

Is it a young lad you're expecting? Is it?

Whatever God sends to us.

Aye. Whatever God sends to you.

Eamon.

I'm not happy, Eamon.

You pushed me into agreeing to this marriage of yours.

Can you honestly say you're pleased? Before God, now?

I know she loves me.

She has to, but...

I'm as happy as a man can be with things the way they are.

People are talking.

Every kind of disaster followed that wedding.

Seamus O'Malley was thrown out...

I hear the woman of the house is still sick in bed.

...lost every last sheep she had.

- I'm sorry. - Pat's mother got sick...

We miss her sorely.

And now the blight threatens to make paupers of us all.

I know what people are saying.

But even so, Janey has nothing to do with it.

It was that girl brought Scarf Michael here.

I think she did it for spite.

In a sense, Conor, we're all some ways to blame.

Now, think of that, Conor.

It's in the blood, Eamon.

You may find a green branch on a rotting tree

but by next season, it's as dead as the rest.

Tree like that, I'd take an axe to it.

God!

God! Where are you?

What are you doing?

Burying our hopes.

Janey's sick.

Our marriage is dead.

What are you looking at me for?

I thought that...

God only knows what goes on in that strange mind of yours.

But I hope to God it isn't what I imagine.

You hate us now, don't you?

Get away from me.

Where are you going?

Janey!

Janey!

Eamon's gone!

Let him go. He's his father's son.

You'd tell us if it were true, wouldn't you?

I've done nothing.

I met a man in a wood.

He never touched me.

Why? God damn them!

Children.

I'll show them!

No!

Where's the one of you that'll show his face to Hugh O'Donnell?

Let him come out!

You're the cause of all this.

Maura!

Maura!

What are you doing here?

Does your father know where you are?

No.

I would say it's not safe for you to be abroad.

You need the protection of your family.

Why do you reject them so?

- I don't know. - You do know, but you won't say it!

If you spoke out, they would understand.

I know what people say against you is false.

I know you never went with this man, or not of your own free will.

But you must speak out and say it.

Then I can defend you and those with a mind to see.

- Scarf Michael is a good man. - Maura!

Scarf Michael is a good...

Maura! He's a wild ungodly man whose power is rooted in evil.

No! He's a poor man who's been hurt too often.

You don't believe that?

He may seem so, but that is not the substance of the man.

He is evil.

You must reject him, and when you have done that

your accusers will have nothing to reproach you with.

You're deluded, but you are wrongly accused.

He will come back for me.

That is not in his nature, child.

He is a man without friends, without a home.

Now, you have both of these.

Your family is in need of you.

Come on. I'll take you home.

Come on!

Maura! Maura! Maura!

Maura! Maura!

In there, Maura.

Maura! Maura!

Maura O'Donnell!

Now do you see? They don't want you!

They want to hurt you. Do you understand that?

You're to stay in this barn and you're not to leave it.

Not even for a piss!

Why do they hate me?

Give me time. I'll think of a reason.

Maybe if the blight spreads no further, maybe then some of the blame will go.

Memories are short in good times.

Be harder for us to forget.

Your father will never get over it.

We've given out you've run away.

You're to be seen by no one, now. Do you hear?

If you are, then you're out.

See what happens to you then.

Here, fix up a bed for yourself.

No!

Where are you going?

Breda?

I'll be back.

Breda!

No!

No, Breda!

Breda! Breda!

No! No! Breda!

Breda! Breda!

No! Breda!

Breda!

Breda...

Eamon, I've got me livelihood to think about.

Would I lie to you, would I?

My mother's dead.

What were you saying?

I know you were talking about me and Maura.

I could see it in your face.

Don't ask me.

But you must tell me, Eamon.

We belong in different places now.

I must stick by my friends.

Maybe... when this is all over.

No.

Eamon.

I have no wish to harm you, Father.

There are times when a priest should keep to his own house.

When the eye of God's minister

should blink a little.

Conor.

You do not know me, Father.

It is better if you do not know anything.

Forgive me, Father.

Michael?

Maura!

There she is! Proud Maura!

You have her? Get along with ye now.

Maura? Maura!

Breda! Breda!

Leave her!

- For God's sake, woman! - No!

- Will you stop it? - No!

You want the blood of an innocent on your hands?

She knew nothing of that man.

Nothing!

She's a good girl!

A saint.

The man that takes another pace forward, so help me, I'll break his neck!

No!

You're butchers. I hope you're proud!

Let her make her peace with God.

Say your prayers and be done with it.

Our Father, who art in Heaven

hallowed be Thy name.

I...

I don't know.

Come on, let's end this here.

Go the other way! Michael!

Come here!

She's healing fine.

There's life in you yet.

If you want, I can walk now.

But can you dance?

I can try.

You'll dance.

You'll dance.

I want to learn.

To learn?

I want to learn the arts.

I'm no teacher.

You have your own arts, and I have mine.

Maura, there's nothing I can teach you.

You think I'm too weak.

I'm not weak at all.

In my heart, I'm strong enough.

The danger is because you're so strong.

I can feel it, and it frightens me.

Why do you say that?

You'd want to be off, anyway.

When you see the life, what it's like.

Where would I go?

We thought we'd lost you.

Janey was so worried about you.

We've a fine baby boy now, dying to see his auntie.

We thought you were dead.

I can't believe it.

Where's Father?

I'm so sorry.

Da!

Fools.

Come on away from here.

Roads were never good places.

Come on!

I can't.

I'm tired!

You chose to follow me.

You want to leave me behind.

When you're so blind!

You keep everything to yourself!

I want to know what you know!

However bad it is!

If you knew how much I fear losing you, you'd laugh.

I'm a simple conjurer.

But I can tell.

The power you have.

Such peace.

Such peace in that man's face.

I don't care what happens now.

I don't care if I die!

I feel wide open, like a window.

Will you come with me?

You'll have to tell me where you're going.

I think...

when you were just playing now, the whole world was singing

and it could make people really happy

and I could dance too.

If they'd listen.

But they won't.

They're afraid of dreaming.

No one would know.

They would though.

I think people have forgotten who you are.

That's why they're scared.

No.

Well, you'll have to teach me how to play, so.

Not just yet. There's enough time.

Now take your rest.

I can't.

You're still after keeping things from me.

Well, I'll find me own way, so.

I'll find a way of making a few pennies.

- They won't let you. - They will.

Better than stealing.

They'll destroy you if you go alone.

So, you will come?

John.

John. John, come on. Come on.

Michael.

Let it be tonight.

You're not one bit afraid, are you?

You promised.

Knowledge is a wonderful thing, but I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Couldn't be worse than living without knowing.

You're the brave one. Even I turned back.

If I had your courage, I'd have gone on long ago.

Kicked the dust from my feet.

But you stayed.

You know how it is.

You're afraid of...

losing things, and people...

places you know.

There's always something.

I can't explain it.

You have to show me.

All that you've ever seen

everything that you have felt

all that you have ever known is part of you.

When you open your eyes, you will know these things.

But you must not be afraid to die.

I know that.

Then I can't help you anymore.

What was it?

It was Scarf Michael, can't you hear him playing?

There's Mad Maura howling in the wind.

She's coming to take our souls away.

Don't you ever speak ill of the dead!

Janey.

Would you draw a bit of blanket over the window there?