All language subtitles for Turning.Green.2005English

[Man]
No!

[gunshots]

♪♪ [Irish reel]

[Young man, narrating]
This is Ireland.

The land of my mother
and father.

This is Ireland--

the land where a man
survives off its bounty

and thrives off its beauty.

This is Ireland,
the terrible beauty.

The land of poets, preachers,
saints, and scholars.

This is Ireland to me.

[Man retches, coughs]

This is Wicklow,

on the east coast
of this shitty island.

And this is Mackey's--

shitty port to match
this shitty island.

All right.You're in?

You're in. £2 each.

Hmm?

Are you sure?Yes. Mm-hmm.

You don't want
to consult the wife?

Just get on with this.

And this is me,
James Powers.

I'm about to do
something stupid.

Okay. Here's one.

2...

[sniffing]

[man laughs]

So we're all the same,
right?

Come on now.

Okay. That's four.

[laughing]

[Man]
How you doing, huh?

[Man #2]
For God's sake.

[laughing]

Whoop!
[chatter]

Why, the fucker did it,
huh? Ha ha ha!

...impress these people.
They're not my friends.

Uh, I have none.

I do this to take
their money little by little

so eventually I can get
the fuck out of here.

Next time you can add
sucking my dick

to that as well.
[laughing]

You said that last week.

See, I don't belong here.

I'll never ever belong here.

Here's what happened.Jesus fucking Christ.

My mom died, and my dad
didn't want us--

nice--

so he shipped
Pete and I here

from America six years ago

to live with our three
heinous aunts,

and this is
what it's come to.

I wasn't born here.
I only live here.

And I'm sure as hell
not going to die here.

You're green.

I know.

♪ In the blizzard of '77

♪ The cars were just lumps
on the snow ♪

♪ And then later,
tripping in 7-Eleven ♪

♪ The shelves were
stretching out of control ♪

♪ On the plane ride

♪ The more it shakes

♪ The more I have to let go

♪ Now the signals still
getting all mixed up ♪

♪ We're always doing
damage control ♪

♪ But in the middle
of the night ♪

♪ I worry it's blurry
even without light ♪

♪ In the middle
of the night ♪

♪ I worry it's blurry
even without light ♪

♪ [vocalizing]

♪ I know I have got
a negative edge ♪

♪ That's why I sharpen
all the others a lot ♪

♪ It's like flowers
or ladybugs ♪

♪ Pretty weed
or red beetles with dots ♪

♪ But in the middle
of the night ♪

♪ I worry it's blurry
even without light ♪

♪ In the middle
of the night ♪

♪ I worry it's blurry
even without light ♪

♪ [vocalizing]

♪ I miss you
more than I knew ♪

♪ I miss you
more than I knew ♪

♪ I miss you
more than I knew ♪

The boy needs his fiber,
God knows.

Where is he?

[toilet flushes]

Ah.

Of course.

Father, if you'd like
some more vegetables,

I'm sure now
James would be happy

to give you a taste of his.

Oh, that's very kind
of you, Maggie,

but it won't be necessary.

Father, would you like
a little bit more ham?

I've kept it warm for you.

Oh, 'tis a fine
piece of ham, Mary,

but I've had my share.

I'll take some more ham.

None left.

Save room for dessert,
Father?

I will.He will.

That's enough of your
hangdog look, Sir James.

Eat up that broccoli.

And did you
take your pills?

Is there something
wrong with him?

You see, Father, the boy's
a wee bit constipated.

I'm sure that broccoli now
will do him a world of good.

We could all do with
a bit more roughage
in our diet.

What are you saying
there, now, Maggie?

Have you considered
the cod liver oil?

[Father chuckles]

It works wonders
on internal matters.

He spends his days
in the toilet,
the poor boy.

James--
The boy is sick.

[chatter, distorted voices]

Did you
wash your hands?

[Father, voice slowed]
Makes me go something fierce.

Jesus.

God save us, James.

Don't take the Lord's
name in vain.

Why must you be so im--

Immature?

Impatient.Impolite?

Improper.Impudent.

Impudent.Impudent is right.

You should listen
to your brother, Seamus.

Hmm?

Who's Seamus?

Don't get wise with me,
young man.

You know
your Irish name.

Mm-hmm. I do, Mike,
but it's not my name.

That's Father O'Hara,
and nothing else.

How about you keep your
dead language to yourself?

[Women gasp][Mary] James.

Not to mention
your dead religion.

Well, I--

You're almost--

Oh, now, that is too much.

...slithering little--
[Irish dialect]

I had the most wonderful
effect on these people.

...barbarians,
you know that?

[Father O'Hara,
Mary talking at once]

Oh.

What?

Those are the nicest
tits I've ever seen.

But you've never--Never mind.

Take a look at this.

One of the few people
I can actually tolerate

is my little brother.

Kind of sad when
your only friend's

an 11-year-old kid,
but whatever.

Chickenfeed tomoshite.

Look at my sister, ya fuck!

You filthy
little scupper, ya!

Pete and I have
all sorts of fun together.

Christ.

The thing is
he doesn't talk much.

It's the lisp.

The fact that the letter S

is even in the word "lisp"

is kind of cruel,

but Pete found
a way around it.

To him,
he didn't have a lisp.

He had--A palate impediment.

And he carried this concept
over to his daily life.

"Success" became--A lack of failure.

Jesus wasn't Jesus
or even the Messiah.

He was--Yahweh.

Emmanuel.

or plain old--God.

Synonyms.

He probably had an S-free
synonym for "synonym."

I have a deep respect

for a man who can work
around an obstacle.

[muttering]

Don't you?

Johnny Bench.

Uh, second?

Mmm...

My God.
His name is easy.

Oh.

Joe Morgan.

Yeah.

Third?

Third.

Third. Uh...

Third.
I know this one. I do.

Uh...

[thinking]
Mike Schmidt.

Come on. Are you joking?

Say it.

Um...

Say "Mike Schmidt."

I had it in my head
just then.

Every American kid
in the world

knows Mike Schmidt.

Uh...
Are you kidding me?

Mike fucking Schmidt,
man!

Ron Cey.

No. It's not Ron Cey.

[James chuckles]
Shit.

Come on.

I'll get you a new ball.

[panting]

Did-- Did you say something,
James?

Are you all right in there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Lord save us.
[muttering]

[Mary]
Where's me paper?

I swear to God,
that gobshite paper boy

is out smoking weed
with his criminal friends

instead of delivering papers
to decent people.

I've got it in here.

You know I forbid that.

How long have you
been in there

polluting my paper?

Since half past 4.

Seems the constipation's
got the better of him.

Jesus, James.

Three quarters of an hour
doing your business?

Broccoli hasn't been
doing the trick.

Why, it could be
the problem.

I can only s-speak for meself,

but I'm as right as rain.

Ah, for God's sake,
shut up.

Try to breathe, James,
in and out.

In and out.

He's not giving birth,
for God's sake!

James, you shove my newspaper
out under that door

and quit this nonsense.

It's simple truth.

There is no worse place
in the world to jerk off

than Ireland.[pounding on door]

James! Give me me paper!

Must be God's will.

16 times, Father.

[panting]11 times, Father.

18 times, Father.

...since your last
confession, my son?

Since Friday, Father.

Only out of respect
for my mom I still come here.

God has no use for me.

I occasionally
have a use for him.

[sports announcer on radio]

New York is down by 3
here in the second.

It's a beautiful day
here at Flushing.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Hey, Charlie.

How's business?

Oh, business ain't
too bad now.

What'll it be, gents?

Two pints.

That'll be a pound.

A pound?

Happy Hour.
Being new customers.

But we're the only ones here.

And we're always here.

Aye.

You ever notice
that nobody asks anybody

what they are around here?

No.

In America, people ask
people what they are,

and people say
"Oh, I'm half German"

or "I'm half Italian"

or "I'm a quarter this
or that or whatever."

Yeah?

People don't do that here.

Well, maybe because everyone
here are all Irish.

Not us.

We're not?

No. That's
what I'm getting at.

In America, we're Irish.

We're 100%--

Right.

[bell rings]

£2.

2?

Happy Hour's over, so--

We ordered
before it ended, so--

You just waited.

You can't rush a pint, boy.

You should order the whiskey

if you was
in so much of a hurry.

Right, Timmy?

I'm Irish.

[sigh]
We got to get out of here.

Okay.

How?

I'm 16 years old.

I quit school six months ago.

That's Bill. He's a bookie.

Bill the Bookie
is what they call him.

Clever.

I'm doing what you'd
call an internship,

I suppose.

[chatter]

Bill's a strong man

with strong opinions
about people,

but it's rare when you
know what they are,

which is why he's dangerous.

I have no idea
how he feels about me.

Obviously, I don't ever do
any of the muscle work.

That's what
the other Bill's for.

Aah!

He's a moron and an asshole,

too stupid for Bill
not to trust,

so he's good.

They call him
Bill the Breaker.

[crowd cheering]

So a fine one
you got there, James.

You at least
get a good shot in?

Not really.

Ah. It's the little fucker.

Ah, keep quiet there,
Bill. I'm busy.

You know, this little fellow
didn't even get a look in.

You don't say.
I could have told you that.

What do you mean, Billy?

Well, your man here
is a complete pussy.

It's my boy he fought.

But don't underestimate
him, Bill.

He hurt me boy, too.

You should have
used his hands.

Must have used his hands
a hundred times

against that head of his.

Always with the jokes.

[singing]Fuck off.

That's enough, boys.

You know, James...

you remind me of meself
a bit.

Reminds me of how I earned
a reputation worth keeping.

Getting your arse
kicked around all day?

When I left Cranny,

I was maybe 11.

I was a little shite, too.

And I knew Limerick
was a rough town.

Ah, rough town.
That weren't a rough town.

In Cranny, your worst beating
would have come from your ma.

Cranny, not a rough town.

Should never admit
that, Bill. [laughing]

What are you, Jerry Lewis?

Go fetch me a pint, will you?

Thirsty.

So my father says to me
before he left,

he says, "If you're
going to get into a row,

"which is unavoidable
in Limerick,

don't go fighting a guy
who fucked with you."

And I said...

"What you mean by that, Da?"

And he says--
for effect, I suppose,

so I'd remember it, you know.

Yeah.

Whispers in me ear,

then he kisses me
on the cheek,

and off I go.

What did he whisper?

I'm-- I'm getting there.

Sure enough,
second day I was there,

I met up with a gang
of fucking toughs

who were out to start.

A lad maybe my size come up

and give me a box in the head
for no reason

other than I fucking
happened to be there.

He's just standing there

with his shit-eating grin
across his ugly mug.

So I get up off the path.

And I run.

But not away.

I raced straight past
the fucker who smacked me,

and I jump in the air.

So now I haven't a clue
what to do next.

On top of this guy,
staring right at him,

face to face.

[crunch]
Aah!

And you won the fight.

No, they beat the shit
out of me.

I was laid up in St. Joe's
for two weeks.

But they never ever
fucked with me again.

That's a fine story.

It's not a story.

But there is a lesson
in what me father told me.

He said real quiet,

"Go after the biggest,

and the others
will run like hell."

Tom.

Your man, Tom, by the river.

Uh-huh.

He owes me 3.40.

Overdue.

It's the last time
you visit.

In the meantime,
you go to the police,

you tell them no,

and the same goes
for the boys at the bank.

Got it.

Where are you going
to be tonight?

Mackey's with Pete.

How's your man Petey?

Fine.

Ah, he's a good boy,

just like you,

but a teeny bit happier.

He'll get over it.

Couple of pints on me.

Did you know this is
where Bill and his boys

take the guys
who can't pay?

The scary thing is

they don't know
what they're going to do.

[cough]

You know,
sometimes we just talk

about dogs and races,

and they get pints
from the pub,

and sometimes they--

sometimes they just...

rough the guy up a bit.

Just, you know...

every now and again.[cough]

Here.

Hey, look what I found.

the New York Mets.

When we get back,
you can trade this

for box seats on me.

[clatter]

See? Huh?

Can't you be decent
about it just this once, huh?

You cheap fecking Jew, ya.

You know, try-- try
to be a decent Irishman
about it, huh?

You half-breed.

Half-breed.

My father's from Wicklow.

Huh? And your mam
is from where?

Tyrone.
Aha.

We've been over this.

Yeah. Here. Have a go.

No one likes Tom much--

Loosen your grip. ...except me.

I don't know.
Maybe it's because

he reminds me of my dearly
departed dad,

or maybe it's because no one
likes me much, either.

You're holding that
like a girl.

Either way, I like him.

You can't listen
to what he says,

but what he means.
No one ever gets that.

Anyway,
you know the rules, Tom.

Bill's not going to do that.

Ah, feck the rules.

That no-good Bill's
as shifty as a Chinaman.

Here. be careful.

If you lose my hook,

I'll stick my shoe
so far up your arse,

you'll taste the cow shite.

Ah, for feck's sake.
Here, give me that.

Jesus.

That's enough of that.

Look-- will you?

Uh, do you know
the dog's name?

Yeah. I got it.

Tom. Heh.

But it's a--

...then he'll let you
next time,

but you can't,
so I can't.

You shouldn't be fucking
betting anymore, Tom.

You watch your mouth,
you little fecker.

You say fuck
all the time.

I do not. I say feck,

which is an entirely
different matter altogether.

You say "potayto,"
I say "potahto."

There's a potato
up your asshole.

Forget it.

Look.

I'm as smart as ten Bills
put together,

and besides,
I am a man of my word.

I'm just concerned.

Well, you leave
the concern to me.

Anyway, that Bill's
as thick as a Polack.

I thought he was
as cheap as a Jew.

He is.

How do you know so much
about these people, Tom--

Jews and Polacks
and Chinamen--

when you've
never left this town?

Listen, you're my friend,

and I think
you should quit betting.

Friend?

I'm 40 years older than you.

How can I be your friend,
you little scut, you.

Here.

Ring that number.

Tell him to come over
to see me after tea tomorrow.

You'll have your money
in two days.

Fine.

I'm not going to fight.

See you.

Fecker couldn't catch a cold
with Bill... [muttering]

[knocking]

Hey, Shane.

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

Good.

Not so good anymore.

See you.

♪ Down at 9th Street
Station ♪

♪ On a Saturday

♪ And recent
considerations ♪

♪ Sent the world astray

♪ And I can't
shake this feeling off ♪

♪ I heard them
selling souls at cost ♪

♪ So hold your head

♪ Today is tomorrow

♪ All your thoughts
fall in sorrow ♪

♪ Genuine things

♪ Still I keep comin'

♪ An absolute affirmation

[James]
If I ever want to make it
back to America,

I'm not going to do it

on the shit money
I'm making now.

So I've constructed

a thoughtful
comprehensive list

of all my--

Any luck?

Uh, the boys at the bank
are square.

O'Connor's paid up,
footing out his kid.

Um, everyone
in Greystone's is paid.

Father O'Hara is 40 short,

but he offered
to make that up in novenas.

Hmm. That's a fine trade-off.

Better pray I don't
come back for me 40.

So that's...

480 for today

and no work for Bill.

And I have to see
Paulick by the lake.

And Tom by the river.

Yeah. I know.

Maybe Bill will have
some work after all.

I thought
you said three weeks.

Oh, I know what I said.

Something else?

Um...

If you're asking
for more money,

I've got 20 lads
lined up for your job.

No.

Hello.

Jesus.

Knock before you come in,
not as you come in, Maggie.

Sick, are you?

Yeah, a little.

Is it drink?

Oh, James, try and stay
off the drink.

You're a young boy.

No, it's not the drink.

I think I have a cramp
or a stomachache.

Oh, you're not fooling me.

Your Auntie Maggie isn't
as knackered as you think.

I know what's going on.

I've seen you
looking at the girls.

I know you have a thing
for that Fiona one.

Ohh.

I was young once, too.

Paulick McKinney
was his name.

The sweet little face
on him.

The big, broad shoulders.

And his lovely mustache.

I'd say I did
the very same thing as you--

...the only thing
on me mind.

Of course, I couldn't
do what you do, mind,

but I know the feeling.

There's nothing like it.

So let's have a look.[swat]

What?

Come on, shy boy.

Let your old Auntie Maggie
have a look.

I can tell you
if she'd like it.

No.

All right, shy boy.

I'll leave you alone to--

Oh, so upset
over a bit of poetry.

I've seen you writing
in this book of yours.

Oh, now, if you want help
with a rhyme, talk to Mary.

She's a whirl with a rhyme.

What rhymes with "Fiona"?

[chatter outside]

Maggie's a bit of a boob,

but she's right about Fiona.

Are you expecting anyone?

Excuse me.

Are you expecting anyone?

No.

Thanks.

I'm in love with her.

[knock knock]

[knocking]

Keep your goddamn
trousers on.

[click]

[click]

Here.

Tell your man I want
half of that on Uncle Tom.

Right?
Yeah.

Talk to you soon.

Tom would sell
anything he owns,

even his boat,

just to keep
his awe-inspiring

losing streak alive.

He's out.

Where is he?

He said just leave it here.

No. I deliver my own.

I'll call back later.

Suit yourself.

Enough is enough.

I'm not living
this way no more.

Sure, who'd know better
than Dr. Fitzpatrick?

It's quite a bit of money,
don't you agree?

he spends his days
on the toilet,
the poor creature.

The least we could do
is send him to London.

London is a difficult place
for a young boy.

How'd he get around?

In a red Mercedes
sports car.

What do you think?

He'll walk.

Anyway, Katherine
will take him.

You better start
behaving yourself,
young fella, me lad.

We didn't even ask the boy
if he wanted to go.

James, would you
like to go to London?

So I had a choice--

some doctor probing my ass
in London,

or I could just stay here.

[panting]

[knocking]

You all right
in there, love?

Yeah, I'm fine.

England.

The polar opposite.

The diametrically opposed.

The receptive yin
to Ireland's hostile yang.

Everybody here hates Ireland
as much as I do.

So this tiny window
on my sad life,

my heart lifted.

Everything
at Aunt Katherine's

will be different.

Hi.

From what?

You're letting in
the goddamn cold. Get in.

In fact,
everything is identical.

Did you
take your pills?

They're twins.

I thought
Aunt Mary was awful.

Then I spent some time
with her sister Katherine.

England, Ireland,
Mary, Katherine.

It made no difference.

There was no hope.

Then, in my darkest hour,
I met my savior.

And he had friends, too.

White girls, black girls,
skinny and fat.

Asian, English,
Mexican, Indian.

Everyone but Irish.

These girls didn't
exist in Ireland

because these magazines
didn't.

Did you have a good day?

Fine.

How was yours?

Grand.

Why?

Don't know. You asked me.

[phone rings]

I'll get that.

After jerking off
for five hours

to the finest
in English pornography,

I came to realize

that maybe it provided
the one ounce of pleasure

I could derive
in this shitty world

and something I could
dedicate myself to

fully and honestly.

[Katherine
hangs up phone]

Dr. Fitzpatrick says
you're as fit as a fiddle.

You can go home
to Ireland tomorrow, so.

I'll phone Mary.

[lifting phone receiver,
dialing]

[Woman]
James.

James.

Open me.

[whispering]
Where are you?

You know where I am.

Open me.

Page 38.

Thank you, James.

Now, let's get
down to business.

Not that kind of business,
dear James.

Do you know why I'm here
talking to you?

Well, I'll tell you, then.

Please, turn the page.

You have your goal--

a brave and beautiful goal--

to get back to America,

but you don't know
how to get there.

Yeah. I don't
know how the fuck
I'm gonna--

I know, James. I know.

But watch your language
around a pretty girl.

What you must do
is find a way.

[fading echo]
Find a way, find a way...

It's staring you
right in the face.

What?

You like me, don't you?

Yes.

You may not be the only one.

[fading echo]
Only one, only one...

I need your help.

I can help.

Pick her up!

Pick her up!

Well, there's me old boyo.

Good man. Welcome home.

What's he doing,
scratching his arse?

Paddy in Rath Naoi has
160 on your man there,

but he wants an excuse
to visit him

because his dog keeps
shitting in his yard.

Dark Horse is the name.

Really?Mm.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bad bet there, Billy.

Ah.

So, James, how are things?

London good?

Yeah. London was--

London was good.
Hmm.

Say, did you collect any
before you went away?

No.

All right.

I'm going for a piss, so--

Pints go through me
like a bullet these days.

You coming, boys?

Yeah.

Fucking stinks like shite
in here.

It's the jerks, Bill.

[zip]

What have you been up to?

Uh, same as always.

Shattering the illusions
of every dreamer in Ireland.

[laughing]

You know, your man Tom
is in arrears, too.

I didn't see him
before I left,

but he'll come up with it,
I'm sure.

Yeah. No doubt.

How's your,
uh, little problem?

Better, huh?

The doctor
said it was fine,

nerves or something.

Hmm. That's good, so.

Your aunts were worried
sick about you.

Of course it might have
been your aunt

who made you sick
in the first place.

If it's not her dinner,
it's her dinner conversation.

[laughing]

Mind you,

I've never had a meal
of hers meself.

[zip]

But I've heard stories.

Ah, well, you know,

you don't have to be
on the fucking Titanic

to know it sank,
if you know what I mean.

We always know what you mean.

No collects at all?

Nope.

Just, uh, Fitzpatrick's 50

for-- for Bonner's Glory.

But you got that.

Mm, yeah,
I got that one.

If that bitch started
right in the mud,

she'd have run better.

[hand dryer starts]

Have you got nerves?

No. I just like
a little privacy.

You know, they say
if you got nerves

and you're taking a piss,

think of your
multiplication tables.

Works wonders.
Occupies the head.

You'll be pissing like
Niagara Falls in no time.

You ever been
to Niagara Falls, Jamie?

God!

Where's me fucking money?

I don't know.

Shut up.

Shut up.
Don't fucking lie to me now.

Where's me credit from Tommy?

He's been crowing
all over town about his win.

You didn't expect his fucking
dog to win, did you?

Uncle Tom.
You took your friend's money,

which is my fucking money.

I don't know. I lost it.

You lost it?
You fucking lost it?

Are you running bets
behind me back?

Do you think there's
a fucking train pulled in here?

No.

Who runs the dogs here,
you or me, huh?

You or me?

Do you?No.

That's right. You don't.

All right. That's enough.

Two weeks.

Call on Tom tomorrow.

Tell him he's got
two weeks as well.

I'm feeling generous.

Two weeks, right?

One of you fuckers is lying.

Either you come up with it,
or he does.

Two weeks.

Then I send Bill.

♪ Every hour, every day

♪ Isn't nature denied

♪ In a world where it rains

♪ You're the sun in the sky

♪ But I can't
bear to see you ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't
bear the pain ♪

♪ And I can't
heal the wound ♪

♪ 'Cause I still
can't explain ♪

♪ Why I feel like an alien

♪ Not part
of the human race ♪

♪ When my heart
wants to burst ♪

♪ At the sight of your face

♪ I feel like I'm sufferin'

♪ From a beautiful disease

♪ When your sad,
pretty smile ♪

♪ Brings me down
to my knees ♪

♪ Such a simple thing

[dog barks]

♪ It should be
such a simple thing ♪

♪ Such a simple thing

♪ Should be

♪ Such a simple thing

Listen, you got my money.
When do I get my stuff?

20Gobble Girls.

40Squatters U.K.

4-0.

Listen,
it's real important

I get these
as soon as possible.

No problem. ASAP, man.

Yeah. That's right. ASAP.

Those three article are all XXX.

Uh, good.

What's the difference?

XXX cost more. Premium.

Very, very hot.

Um, okay.
Do you have any XX?

No.

Okay. Single X?

Just triple.
I don't deal in shit.

Okay.
I'll take all XXX.

Might as well go
all the way, baby.

All XXX, just for you.

Uh, any fetish?

What do you mean?

Like man
kisses woman feet,

woman fucks a dog,

dog fucks a woman.
They're very nice.

No. Nothing fancy.

Amateur hot stuff.

Listen, just regular
magazines.

Lesbo.

Very, very nice.

Okay. Throw in
a couple of lesbo.

So are we covered,
then?

I need them in one week.

Wait. Hello?

Hello.

For your information,
that never ever works.

One week.

[Man]
All the best. Next?

I'm scheduled to receiving
a package or a parcel

or a box to be delivered
to this post office.

It's, uh, uh,
post office box number 1087.

Uh, sorry, no, no.

That's post office box
number 1087.

That's what you said
the first time.

Right. I think
it might be a package.

Do you
have a ticket now?

Uh, no, no, no.

I don't have a ticket.

It's a blue sweater,
you see.

But I don't think
the package will be blue,

not on the outside.

It might very well be
a typical brown paper parcel.

I had so much hatred
coursing through me,

I developed a wonderful knack

for turning it on others.

Would you believe this?

It's awful.
It's awful, Father.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, if these guys

aren't bombing
women and children

and, you know,
starving the homeless--

[sigh]--

they're making small talk
at the post office.

It's so sad, so sad.

Right, Ned.
There you go.
All the best.

Next.

It's a whale
of a box.

Good.

Ohh.

What you got
here, huh?

Books.

Books?

I like to read.

Hold up, Pete.

Just taking it easy,
kind of.

Yeah.
Have you
got anything?

I'm just working.

Ah, your bag's
a mess, Pete.

What's this
doing in here?

Uh--

1, 2, 3.

We only have a day
to sell these things.

Okay, James.

So have you got
any plans for the summer?

Um, not really.

I don't know
if this whole thing

is such a good idea.

Why?

Well...

I don't know.

How are we going
to sell them all?

Watch me.

What if nobody
wants them?

Well...

we have the only
magazines in Ireland

with pictures
of naked girls,

so someone will
probably want them.

Yeah, but--

You've just got to say
the right thing, Pete.

I don't know.
It's illegal.

So is jerking off.

So is underage drinking.
So is killing Aunt Mary.

Lots of things
are illegal, Pete.

Yeah. Okay.

Here.

Donal. He's our first.

Maybe he'll take it for £2.00.

[whistle blows]

Hey, Donal,
I've got this magazine,

and I'm thinking maybe--I'll take it.

£5.00.

Thanks. And away we go.

[no audible dialogue]

♪ Wind me up, put me down

♪ Start me off
and watch me go ♪

♪ I'll be running circles
around you ♪

♪ Sooner than you know

♪ A little off center
and I'm out of tune ♪

♪ Just kickin' this can
along the avenue ♪

You're not pulling
the wool over my eyes

with the crusty drunk
routine.

♪ 'Cause it's easy Hey, Shane.

♪ Once you know
how it's done ♪

£5.00 ♪ You can't stop now

♪ It's already begun Thanks.

♪ You feel it running
through your bones ♪

[sheep bleat]

♪ And you jerk it out

Naughty Yanks.
Set you up for life.

£5.00 a pop
or 34 for five

because I like
your face.

What can I get
for a tenner?

Two. £5.00 a pop.

And so O'Sullivan takes
the suspect into custody--

a skinny little kid
no more than 17, 18.

And O'Sully's a big
feckin' guy, you know?

They're in
the questioning room,

and he just
unloads on him.

A feckin' beating.

Broke his nose,
blood all over the table.

It was rough.

For a petty larceny?

Did he confess?

He got beat so bad,

they had to take him
into hospital.

Ah, Jesus.
He didn't die, did he?

Don't know.
The wife wanted to watch
the fucking soap on BBC,

so's I missed the finish.
...though.

You need a second telly.

♪ 'Cause it's easy

♪ When you know
how it's done ♪

♪ You can't stop now,
it's already begun ♪

♪ You feel it running
through your bones ♪

♪ And you jerk it out

Here.

How many we got left?

Um...

none.

None?

None. You sold them all.

[laughing]

Probably the only ones
in town without one.

Up, up, up.

Father O'Hara's
coming over this morning.

I want ye out of the house.

Fine.
I'm going to Tom's anyway.

Oh, you are, are ya?

Well, I don't know what
you think you're doing

going over
near that old drunk.

He's nothing but a drunk.

He's always sitting
in the pub drinking.

I get it. He's a drunk.

Well, it's true.
He is a drunk.

And I hate
to inform you now,

but Annie Forker
across the way--

You know Annie?

She told me what happened
to him there last night.

That woman never told
a word of a lie.

What did she say?

Got himself beat up

something fierce,
he did.

Oh, alcohol.

Probably mouthing off
to some young one.

A man his age
living on the dole

and drinking and gambling.
I don't know.

Tom?

Tom.

[coughing]

Go away.

Go away, James.

Go away.

[pounding on door]

[pounding]

You know,
we're never leaving here.

Ever.

Aw, Jesus Christ.

You must be the worst
drinker in Ireland.

Better improve because you're
going to be here for a while.

James.

Hello.

I'm proud of you.

You again?

You're doing well.

Yeah?
You're almost there.

Trust me.

Who are you?

Every time I listen to you,

I get my ass kicked,

or Tom gets his ass kicked.

You're just a figment
of my sexy imagination.

So you had
a little setback.

You're stronger than that.
I know it.

That's your American
spirit, James.

Don't worry about Tom.
He loves you.

He'll forgive you.

Everything will even out.

But you-- you're not
even with everyone else.

Not by a long shot.

So here's to your success.

[fading echo]
Your success, your success...

Keep going, James.

[fading]
Keep going, keep going,
keep going, keep going.

Bill didn't give a shit
where I got the money for him,

as long as I got
the money for him.

All was forgiven
but not forgotten.

After that,
it was back to work,

and back to business.

Hello.

Mr. Burwa?

Hi, it's James.

James Powers. Yeah.

Yeah, it's going well.

Of course
they're in demand.

I don't find that
surprising.

[coin rolls clanks]

Come on, let's go.

The Irish--

this tiny population

on this incidental isle
stand tall.

Leviathans
of the written word.

Amazing but true.

Every meditation
and narrative style,

modern and post-modern taught

were born and raised
here on this rock

from these simple people.

And most of it--
the best of it, really--

at one time or another
was banned,

illegal, amoral, filthy.

Dubliners, The Picture
of Dorian Gray,

the works of
George Bernard Shaw,

the poems of Oscar Wilde,
and now--

Royal Slappers, Diamond Diddies,

and Backdoor Birds.
18.

Now I want you to take
these to Paddy's
in Rath Droma.

He's going to give you
60 for it.

And remember, only give them
to him if he's alone.

The ones I have
marked are gonna go to--

Oi.

Oi what?

Why only give it to him
if he's alone?

Well, I was going to buy
a store front in Grafton Street

and sell them
out of a window display,

but then I decided I preferred
it the old-fashioned way--

you know, I'd urge you guys
on our bicycles.

It's illegal.

Now, lads.

Off you go.

Happy Hour didn't
bring in new customers.

Charley had another idea.

♪♪ [Latin]

[sigh]

What?

We need more.

You know, after paying
for the magazines

and delivery
and everything else--

We've sold a magazine

to practically every kid
in town.

They want more.

Mm-hmm. Sure do.

They don't have more,
though.

They're broke.

We've got a couple
of hundred pounds so far.

It's crap.

Yeah.

Half of them want to buy
on credit.

Credit.

[scoff]

Someone offers me another
bike as collateral.

We have to branch out.

I don't know. I mean,

it's not right.

All right. Who said
anything about right?

Do you want out?

No. Not out.

I'm thinking big,
you know.

Expansion.

If s-- If some kid's
going to jerk off

for £5.00
to a naked chick,

what's a middle-aged mick

who's been banging
the same wife for 15 years

going to pay?

Like Mom used to say--

might as well be killed
for a lamb as a sheep.

Or sheep as a lamb
or something like that.

I don't know what she meant.

Well, she wasn't talking
about naked magazines.

You with me or no?

Do you remember
anything Dad ever said?

No.

This is ketchup.

[muttering]

What I am going to show you--

is...

The risk--
you got to take it

for the profit I'm making.

I see...

the candy and gum...

and all I see here is crap.

It's the future of--
of leisure.

It's the future of Ireland.

And you know what?

It's your future.

You look like someone
who's trying

to improve his lot in life.

I look around your store,

and I see the typical
papers and magazines,

candy, and gum.

But I also see profits.

I see risk taker.

Because you got to be
a risk taker

to be a profit maker.

But a smart kind of risk,
you know?

Pure capitalism.

For it is that
which made Ireland

the great country
it is today.

You know, uh, but what's
going to distinguish you

from the-- from the seller
down the road?

What's going to make
Joe Blow come-- come here

Instead of Charley Menokes?

I notice he's doing
quite well, by the way.

Had the Irish Weekly
sold out by Wednesday.

And all I'm seeing here

is your typical
garden variety magazines.

I don't sell
no garden magazines.

Well, what I'm going
to show you is--

You're the Yank who sells
the naked pictures.

No.

Well, yes.

But--

Hold on now, son.

I'm not peddling your
filthy shit for you.

But please, just--
just give me a min--

I can't
condone such filth.

It's fucking disgusting.

Now get the hell
out of me store.

May God have mercy on you.

You're a sick,
sick boy.

Your profits will be 200%.

James.

[knocking]

The stranger,

the orphan,

the American,

was becoming
the great emancipator.

Although it might
have been coincidental,

I was changing Ireland,

Like Michael Collins

or that guy from Tin Lizzie.

You know, maybe the Irish
heroes are no different.

Maybe they didn't really care
about changing Ireland

as much as they did about
making their own life better.

But people were changing.

Fathers and sons now
shared more in common.

Many took a keener
interest in religion.

And burnt-out
flames of passion

were once again lit.

It was perfect.

What is it,
Easter fucking Sunday?

[chatter]

Hey, fellas.

On the house as usual.

Check out Page 36
in that one.

Oh, they'll all get
equal time, they will.

What the fuck is that?

That boat's
fecking ridiculous.

It's newer
than the old one.

Bigger, too.

Scare the feck
out of the fish.

Maybe.

It's got a motor.

Hmm. Make plenty of noise.

It's big, all right.

takes up
half me feckin' yard.

I can take it back
if you want.

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

Seeing as it's here,
you might as well
leave it there.

Might as well.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm James.

Hi, James.

And you're Fiona.

I know.

Um, so homework.

Uh, what do you study
in school?

Um, everything.

It's school, you know?

This is just for fun.

Yeah.

I read, too, for fun.

I see.

Is the truth
universally acknowledged

that a single man
in possession of a good fortune

must be in want of a wife?

I haven't got that far.

It's on Page 1.

Oh.

Okay.

Um...

bye.

Would you have dinner with me?

Sorry?

Would you have dinner with me?

Dinner?

Um, okay.

At your house?

Constipated.

A heathen and a barbarian.

No.

Um...

how about the movies?

Everyone likes movies.

I like movies.

Well, great, then.

Um, so...

Saturday?

Bye, James.

[no audible dialogue]

♪ She says wake up

♪ It's no use pretending

♪ I'll keep stealing

♪ Breathing her

♪ Birds are leaving

♪ Over autumn's ending

♪ One of us will die
inside these arms ♪

♪ Eyes wide open

♪ Naked as we came

♪ One will spread our ashes

♪ Around the yard

[dogs growling]

Shh, shh, shh.
Hold on a second, Bill.

Watch this. Any second now.

[dog barks]

[dog whines]

Ah.

Ah, look at that.

It's always the wee ones
want the fight.

Mickey.

Stupid mutt.

Come on, come on.

Bugler, put-- put--

All right.Good fellow.

Listen, I want you boys
to keep a lookout

for them girlie
magazines around.

It's probably some tinker

coming in from Scotland
or something.

Oh, geez, Bill, he's
bleeding pretty bad.

Ah, poor little fella.

[dog whining]Take care of him out the back

there, Billy, will you?

I thought they were
coming in from Dublin,

but Paeden told me no.

[Father O'Hara]
What?

The magazines.

These?

Will you look at the tits
on that slapper?

Holy mother of God.

Is that
what you're reading?

God forbid it be
the Holy Bible.

Don't get base.

Where the fuck
did you get that?

Keep your hair on.

It's Harrison's,

above the Killarney Road.

He's had it for ages.

But I did hear a shipment
came in from the north.

I heard London.

[gunshot]

[Charles Winninger as Haskell] Uh, Jimmy,

I'm not going to beat around the bush.

As you know, you and I have something very close.

After all, we are the last of the Haskells.

[James Stewart as Jimmy]
Oh, is that very serious?

It is to me.

I want to keep the name of Haskell

in the health food business.

Well, I understand
how you feel, Uncle Charlie.

I want to keep
the name of Haskell

in the music business.

I'm talking about big business.

Can't you understand?

I need you, Jimmy.

Some day you're going to get--

How are you doing? ...everything I've got.

But you're not going to get it

if you persist in triggering--

Well, Peter, it seems
the whole world

is looking
for your brother.

[Jimmy] I like it here.

My dad was happy here.

[Haskell]
Oh, I could never
understand my brother.

And I told him
when he opened this place

He'd never make a go of it.

[James]
Wouldn't it be great

if you knew the next
words you spoke

would be the last words
you ever said to somebody?

It would surely be
more interesting

than "I'm going
to the toilet."

Okay. [Haskell] So what did he have when he died?

[Jimmy]
Biggest funeral
this town ever saw.

Everybody was there.

[Haskell] Is that so?

Since when has making money been a crime?

Oh, I'm not going to argue with you.

I'm not going to let myself be upset.

Hey, Paeden.

Here to sell me your filth?

Oh, you hand it over,
little fucker.

Jesus Christ.

Dollars, dollars, dollars.

That's what this is about.

It's a waste, you know.

You're a smart fucking kid.

Real smart fucking kid,
figuring this out.

If you came to me partners,

I'd have given you 20%.
Now nothing.

It's over, boy.

It's over.

Must be 6,000 here.

Why the fuck didn't you leave?

I don't know.

He's always trying
to make it to America.

You made out
like a bandit here.

You're lucky you're poor
and not dead.

What's going on?

We've got to go.

What?

He took our fucking money.

Who?

Now!

[snickering]

Aren't we?

Where are we going?

This is it, Pete.

We're leaving.

Tom?

He's still outside.
You hungry?

When Bill figures it out,
it'll be tomorrow.

And when he can't find us,

he'll head
straight for Shannon.

So we won't be there.

Now eat your dinner.

[doorknob rattling]

Must be Tom.

Fuck.

[doorknob turns]

[glass breaks]

You stupid little fucker.

You really thought you could
get away with it, eh?

[muffled shout]

[thump, groan]

[coughing]

We'll let the sharks
have a go at you.

[whimpering]

I don't want
to fucking do this.

I don't want
to fucking do this.

Why did you want to be
an American?

You're fucking Irish, lad.

Listen to yourself,
for fuck's sake.

Listen to yourself.

Listen to yourself.
Listen to yourself!

Why did you drag
your poor fucking
brother into it?

You selfish fuck.

He doesn't even want to go.

That's what he told O'Hara.

He wants to stay here.

In Ireland.

Tell him, boy.

Is that true?

Let him go.

Don't fucking talk to me.

Let me think this out.

[lisping]
James?

"Jamess."

"James-s-th."

He sounds
like Porky fucking Pig.

Daffy Duck, you fucker.

Fuck off.

All right, let him go.

No, just the little one.

Not a word out of you.

[James]
Go.

It's just bullshit. They're--

They're just
trying to scare me.

What he said, it's not true.

Just go.

Go!

All right, let's--

[gunshot]

Aah!

[click]

[James]
No!

[gunshot]

[coughing]

Come here.

Don't go near the trains
or the docks.

There's guards
looking for you.

[panting]

You know
what you have to do.

No!

Look, I'll be fine.

No. I'm not leaving you here.

The secret is to keep
breathing, you see.

[coughing]

I'll be fine. The guards
will be here in a minute.

So go. Go from here.

[sirens in distance]

Try and be a good boy,
will you?

Now feck off!

Go! Go,
you little fecker. Go!

All of that over
a few naked pictures.

It's been a long while now.

Sometimes I try to remember
what it's like back there,

but memories
distort everything.

They're-- They're
subjective and cruel.

Still,
I can't help but wonder

if things turn out
for the better

or the worse.

Most likely,
they're the same.

It's odd, but I don't worry
so much about Pete anymore.

I finally figured out
he's smarter than me.

He'll be okay.

And once in a while,
I think of Fiona.

None of that matters
because I made it--

America,
the land of the free,

home of the brave, all that.

I can't just leave
all that I started here.

Things are happening.

And it would be
too hard anyways,

especially with
a rap sheet like mine--

trafficking, gambling,

theft, burglary, murder.

It's probably better
to think I'm dead.

Can't go back to Ireland.

But, you know,
I might like to one day.

God, I might like to.

♪ Under the sunlight

♪ It feels like moonshine

♪ It's like that every day

♪ And at night

♪ I just look at the stars

♪ It should be easy to do

♪ I keep fallin'

♪ It should be easy to do

♪ It never is

♪ Frozen and solitary

♪ All broken-hearted

♪ Shaking still

♪ My hope

♪ And my heart soon parted

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Never let go

♪ I hear the girls

♪ On the subways talking

♪ I'm twisted-hearted

♪ Seeing the boys
on the sidewalks walkin' ♪

♪ They're crying now

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Never let go

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Never let go

♪ I'm not singing
just for me ♪

♪ If we could
turn it around ♪

♪ Turn it around

♪ Turn it around

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Don't we all
want the same thing? ♪

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

♪ Love me

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