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My mother had
rarefied tastes in poetry.

Though she had a biding fondness
for Tennyson,

she read Auden to us,
and Yeats, and Eliot.

My father liked his poetry simpler,

rousing stuff with
a simple moral at its core.

He recited Dangerous Dan McGrew
to us.

And Gunga Din, and If,

but his special favourite was
a poem by J Milton Hayes.

I'm on my way!

A story of a stolen talisman,
and the curse that came with it;

The Green Eye Of The
Little Yellow God.

♪ ♪

Halloween, ladies and gentlemen.

A time of ghouls and ghosts,

of spooks and spectres,

of whispers in empty rooms,

of menace and mayhem.

SINISTER LAUGH

Listen as if your life
depended upon it.

Because, tonight...

it might.

There's a one-eyed yellow idol
to the north of Kathmandu.

There's a little marble cross
below the town.

There's a broken-hearted woman

tends the grave of Mad Carew,

and the Yellow God
forever gazes down.

He was known as "Mad Carew"

by the subs at Kathmandu,

he was hotter than they felt
inclined to tell.

But for all his foolish pranks,
he was worshipped in the ranks,

and the colonel's daughter
smiled on him as well.

He wrote and asked what present
she would like from Mad Carew.

They met next day,
as he dismissed a squad,

and jestingly she told him then,
that nothing else would do,

but the green eye of the
little Yellow God.

Wait till you hear the next bit.
"He returned before the dawn..."

He returned before the dawn,
with his shirt and tunic torn,

a gash across his temple
dripping red.

He was patched up right away,
and he slept through all the day,

and the colonel's daughter
watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they
could send his tunic through.

She brought it,
and he thanked her with a nod.

He bade her search the pockets,
saying, "That's from Mad Carew,"

And she found the little green eye

of the god.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, it's Yellow Man.

I bought some for Kate,
from the hideous child.

She wasn't hideous,
poor little thing.

She was plucky.
The way she worked that hall.

Yuck, though.

Who killed him, Dad?
Who killed Mad Carew?

Well, that has me beat, Francis.
And do you know what?

I'm not even sure you're
meant to know.

Why not?

Well, that's the mystery.
That's what keeps people guessing.

You know, was it the men who
believed in the god,

or was it the god himself?

- It was the men.
- Maybe.

Or maybe it was
the god's vengeance.

What it tells us is that there's
a price to be paid

for everything taken
from its rightful owner.

Or even from the place
it's meant to be.

What?

Amen to that. Come on, let's get
these hungry children home.

How do you feel now, Maisie?

Burning up, Mammy.

I sent in to Newtown for Dr. Black.

He said he'll come if he has time.

She brought home them things
yesterday.

From thon dump on the 'drome.
Never off it.

I'm scared she's after picking up
some disease at the same time.

Did they see us?

There's only one of them.
And he didn't.

Come on.

Ah, come on, Francis.
Don't be a feardy cat.

I'm not afraid.

Mum told me not to go.

Sure, she has to say that.

She's the mistress, but that
doesn't mean you have to listen.

Come on.

Show us that.

Och. Why is it always you?
That's the best yet.

I'll swap you.

- Seamie...
- Shh.

Wait till we see here.

What do you like best of my stuff?

I don't want to swap. Really, I...

- Run. It's Stagger.
- Stagger?

He's a Yankee peeler. Quick!

Come on, you eejit.
Do you want to get catched?

You two!

Stagger, Stagger,
can't catch us.

Hey!

Come on!

♪ ♪

Well, I'll not keep you, Mrs. Coyne.

I've been down in
one of the cottages.

A girl there is ill.
Really quite ill.

- Maisie Quinn?
- Oh.

She may have Scarlet Fever.

I believe her sister
works here as a maid.

Sally. Yes, her brother works
on the farm, as well.

Well, they'll both have to stay
away from this house,

Mrs. Coyne, I'm afraid.

Scarlet Fever is highly infectious
to young children.

We can't take any chances.

Dr. Black says you're both to
stay away from Quinn's house.

Maisie Quinn is not very well.
Keep Kate away from there.

Emma, that's your job.

Francis, don't pick up things
you find on the road.

Wash your hands,
and don't go near the dump.

Not that you ever would.
All right?

Shouldn't Maisie be in hospital?

Well, I can't get her into
Magherafelt at the present time.

Why not?

Her condition isn't sufficiently
critical or, to be blunt,

she's not sick enough.

However, if it develops into Scarlet
Fever, then they will admit her.

So you'll monitor her condition?

Mrs. Coyne, I'm a doctor,
not a nurse.

I've an outbreak of measles
in Newtown,

and a great many house calls
to make to people who pay me

and expect me to turn up.

- Dr. Black...
- Mrs. Coyne, I will do what I can.

I'm sending Sally home until
her sister gets better.

IF she gets better. Maisie Quinn
is sickly. Always has been.

- She should be in hospital.
- That is exactly what I said.

Apparently, if she gets really,
really sick,

they'll deign to admit her.

How will they know, huh?

I asked Bloody Burgess Black if
he would monitor her condition,

and he said, "Mrs. Coyne, I'm not
a nurse but I shall do what I can".

Some nurse!

Come here.

I'm being hard on old Burgess.

He says he'll try his best,
and I know he does it pro bono.

They can't pay him, Rose.
It's as simple as that.

I couldn't pay him, either,
to come out every day.

And he might come out for you,
because you're English,

but he's not going to work for free

for a wee know-nothing girl
on a boggy shore.

Rose?

- What?
- Pen.

OK, what are you doing?

Writing a request.

For a nurse, to monitor Maisie.

To Santa Claus?

To there.

I'm certain that place up there
is full of nurses.

We have quite
a sick girl in the village.

Her parents cannot afford to have
the doctor call out routinely,

but if a nurse were to check up
on her each day,

I believe there are a number
up here on the aerodrome,

it might save her life.

And it would be a huge gesture
to the local people.

The Quinns are pillars of our
little community.

I've written it all down,
logically and sensibly,

so you can show it to whomever.

I will speak to Colonel Cresswell,
and then to Tillie.

Tillie?

Lieutenant Zeigler.
From the Nurse Corps.

She would nominate a nurse if this
plan were agreeable to the Colonel.

As I'm sure it will be.

Rose.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Mrs. Coyne.

What I have to
tell you is a tad awkward.

Oh?

I thought I should perhaps
revert to formality.

Gosh, formality?

It's OK, Mrs. Coyne.

Erm, a quantity of paint
has gone missing from stores.

The military police are going to be
searching local land and buildings,

including your husband's.

They're friendly, despite their
fearsome white helmets.

They'll be accompanied by
your local constabulary.

And, of course, you have nothing
to fear, Mrs. Coyne.

No, of course not.

And I'm going to talk to
Colonel Cresswell right now

and get permission to talk to
Lieutenant Zeigler

about your request
for a nurse officer.

Tillie.

Yes. Short for Matilda, I believe.

You can call me Rose again,
now that you're not warning me.

Short for...

Rose.

Goodbye, Captain Dreyfuss.

Rose.

Kettie.

Mrs. Coyne.

I was just passing.

I seen you.

- Well, I thought I'd...
- Call in?

See how the baby was.

Aye, that's her. Betty.
She has a cold.

Oh, no...

Poor thing.

Is she getting enough, erm...?

No. Likely not.

I have some things of Kate's.

They're warm, and I can't use them.

I thought I might drop in with them.

Aye. Surely.

Next time I'm by, then.

Mammy, where's Sally?

We won't be seeing her
for a little while.

She went home last night
to look after Maisie. So...

I'll be cooking.

And if things are different to what
you're used to with Sally,

no complaints.

Even about the tea?

I admit, I cannot compete there.

She is the Wizard of a Quarter Oz.
Ta-da!

- Did you make that up yourself?
- Of course.

Smart girl.

I married a smart girl, children.

Who's calling at this hour?

I'll get it.

- Mrs. Coyne?
- Yes.

- You're the nurse!
- Lieutenant Zeigler. Tillie.

Rose. Rose Coyne.

Captain Dreyfuss said
I should call by.

That is so quick. I have tea on the
table. Would you like a cup?

Thanks. I'd better get going.

I can't be off base for too long.

Which house is it?

It's the cottage. I'll show you.

Do you want
me to walk down with you?

- I have a Jeep.
- Of course. Gosh!

But, I mean, you don't need to walk,
it's just the one at the end.

You're so good to come.

Thank Ron Dreyfuss.
He's a tough guy to say no to.

Captain Dreyfuss. Do you like him?

I mean, as a superior officer?

Well, he's not technically my
superior. I'm in the Nurse Corps.

But do I like him?

You bet.

He's kind of cute.

- The cottage?
- Yes.

"You bet. He's kind of cute."

Rose Coyne, you're a fool.

Want a drop, young Coyne?

I'll try a drop.

I'd say you would,
Kettie Brady's cub,

if you're anything like your da.

'Germany calling.
German calling. Germany calling.'

What's Germany calling about,
the night?

'You are about to hear
our news link.

'To say the British Empire
is in danger today...'

Turn thon oul blirt off.

'..would be a very feeble
understatement.'

The Germans are bait,
no matter what he says.

Give us Athlone.

Aye. That'll do.

Did you see thon nurse the day?

The one that's looking
after Maisie Quinn?

I seen her. Driving a Jeep.

She'd make a great wife that one,
huh? Drive you everywhere, huh?

Drive you astray in the head,
I'd say. She's a yank.

- Do you know what she's called?
- No.

Same name as that lamp there.

Hurricane?

Tilley, you ganch! Nurse Tillie!

Enough!

The pair of yous.

You wouldn't need a nurse if it
wasn't for thon place up there.

First they drive us off our land,

and then they infect us
with disease and pestilence.

What?

Maisie Quinn.

Sure, everyone knows she caught that
Scarlet Fever from the dump.

I never heard that.

I never heard that either.

Sure, she was never off it.

Morning, noon and night,
hunting for bangles and musk.

I tell you one thing...

Scarlet Fever's not the worst thing
you could catch up there.

- Excuse me, please. I have to go.
- Francis!

And what's wrong with him?

It's order, that cub's getting.

Bed.

Is that Dettol?

Yes.

I, uh, washed my hands specially,
like you told us, with the...

Maisie being sick and everything.

Good.

Now, wash your teeth, just as
carefully, though not with Dettol.

All right, let us do this,
gentlemen.

And let courtesy be our watchword.

- Sergeant.
- Sergeant Steiger.

- Mrs. Coyne.
- Oh.

I'll get... I'll go and get Michael.

With you now, gentlemen.

If you could show us the sheds,
Mr. Coyne.

I'll just get my keys.

Well, Michael...

Make sure you check at the
back of the house.

Why are you hiding?

I'm not hiding.

I think he's after me.
And Seamie.

Both of you, I should think.
But why?

Seamie shouted at him. The big one.

"Stagger", he called him.

Seamie's a cretin.

I don't think he recognised me,
but if he gives Dad a description...

Calm down, small boy.

They're not after you, or Seamie.

Then why are they here?

They're searching.

For a plane?

Yes, a plane

Dad's gone and hid
a bomber down in the duckhouse

Didn't you notice it last time
you were down there?

Yeah, that'd be silly.

So what are they searching for?

Stuff that got stolen. Mum told me.

She's very cross about it.

Says it's "Draconian",

which she hopes I'll have to
look up, as usual.

I'm going to snoop. Are you coming?

What kind of stuff?

That's for me to know
and you to find out.

I'm sorry about this, Michael.
I... I know you're not involved.

There's nothing in here.

Except for us chickens!

Cheers. To the US Air Force.

Apologise for any inconvenience
caused to you, Mr. Coyne.

Mrs. Coyne.

Why were they searching here?

What Dreyfuss said. White paint.

I know what they were
looking FOR, Michael.

I want to know why they were
looking for it here.

Well, I suppose they're
searching every place.

They're not searching Rosie's,
or Tommy John's -

or even the Hanlons', and they're
as shady as you could wish.

Any chance of two bottles of stout,
Michael, for the way home?

With you now, Failey!

I'll see to him. It's OK, I'm...

Give me your keys.

I'll get you your drink, Failey.

Straight to Magherafelt.
The fever ward.

Can I go with her?

Sorry, kid. Army personnel only.
Right, Lieutenant?

I'm saying nothing.

OK. This one time.

Heard it coming.

Maisie's away, then?

She'll be fine.

Little you care, Failey.

You couldn't even be there for us
this one time.

Mrs. Coyle?

It's Coyne.

What can I do for you?

Sean Hamill said to call around.

I don't know anyone called
Sean Hamill.

Well, Mr. Coyle does.

Does he?

And is Sean Hamill
one of his suppliers?

Oh, he'd be that, OK.

Look, Hamill said Mr. Coyle would be
interested in some cigarettes.

What kind of cigarettes?

Ah, look, do you want me
to spell it out?

Free State cigarettes.
Sweet Afton, Players.

Hamill said you'd be interested.
If you're not...

My husband may be. I'm not.

Suit yourself.

And tell Mr. Hamill, if you see him,

not to call by here any more,
either.

Maisie off safe?

You know, all the time she was
over there, God forgive me,

I couldn't help thinking that
one of ours might catch it.

Sean Hamill?

Was he here?

Someone was here
who Hamill sent round.

So Coyne's shop is obviously
on the map

as far as the profiteers
are concerned.

Rose, "profiteers"?
That's Pathe News stuff.

Now everyone, every wee shop between
here and Magherafelt, is on the map.

- And lucky to get on it.
- We're off it.

Rose, what are you after doing?

I told him, whoever he was,
not to call by here any more,

and to tell his friend Hamill
to do the same.

If we can't do this honestly,
then we shouldn't do it at all.

You'd think I was a...
I don't know what.

Murderer, or something.

Why is nobody talking?

What do you mean?

You and Dad.

I can tell when you're not talking.

I'm talking.

If anybody would talk to me.

Why don't you tell the children why
we're not talking, Michael?

So they can see the
rights and wrongs.

So it's not just two stupid adults,

rowing about something
that's not important.

Go on.
Explain to them.

Rose, a word.

Excuse me, children.

Don't do that to me, Rose.

Do what?

Make you confront your actions?

Worry the children with some sort of
mystery about right and wrong.

It isn't a mystery, Rose.

And the rights and wrongs
aren't as right and wrong

as you're making them out to be.

Now, I'm trying to keep us
afloat here, Rose.

Is that what you
want me to confront?

It's a stout there, Michael.

Freezing on the lough the day.

Slack evening without the pilots,
huh?

Your doing, Davey.

Captain Dreyfuss.

It's a little bit late, I know.

Hard day up on the base. Erm...

I was just on my way
to Quinn's cottage,

and I thought I should
call by to tell you

that Lieutenant Zeigler managed to
get the girl into the hospital.

I know. We saw the ambulance.

Thank you.

You may have saved Maisie's life,
and the community will be grateful.

Won't you step in?

- Your husband?
- My husband is working...

but he'd want me to invite you in.

I'm afraid we don't...
A cup of coffee would...

Plan B. I know Americans
don't much like tea.

We have some whiskey.

Tea's fine.
I would love a cup of tea.

Then I must go.

I'm glad you called by,
about Maisie,

although we already knew.
We saw the ambulance.

Clang, clang, clang.

It formed a suitable backdrop
to our own little... drama.

You don't want to hear
about domestic ups and downs.

Well...

maybe not the downs...

though I guess they come
with the territory.

Come to think of it, I'm not that
familiar with "domestic" either.

You don't walk any more.

Don't I?

Not at the Far Rock,
where we met that day.

I walk there occasionally.

I didn't want to scare the natives.
Plus it's getting really chilly.

I'm not a native.

A stranger, like you, and this can
be a very strange...

I'm sorry. It's been a trying day.

You're upset. I should go.

Oh, God. Sorry.

It's Maisie, and...
just a lot of things,

ordinary stuff I ought to be
able to cope with.

Sorry.
I don't know what came over me.

I feel like I should be able to
make you stop being sad.

No, you can't do that.

You've done enough for the strange
inhabitants of Moybeg.

For one day, at least.

Your man called late.

What was his errand?

He called by to tell us
about Maisie.

I hope he got better
manners than me.

Oh, piggy!

Oh, you're such fat boys, piggies!

And you smell horrible.

Oh, I feel sick.

Me, too. They stink.

Are you all right, Katie?
No? Come on, let's go.

Mum! Mum!

Mum! Kate vomited.

I think it was that pig of hers.

Oh, poor thing.
Let's bring her to the table.

Get that dress off her, Emma.

What happened, Katie?

The pigs smelt so bad,
I almost vomited myself.

Emma...

I need you to get to the
post office and call Dr. Black.

His number.

Newtown 28. Can you remember that?

Ask him to come out
as quickly as he can.

Here. Pennies. Here, for the phone.

Go on. Quick.

And ask your father to come over
as soon as he can.

OK.

Good girl.

Do you want to lie down
on the table for me, Katie?

Now I need you to let
me see under your arm.

Now, I know you're very cold.
We need to keep you warm.

Need to keep you warm.

Mrs. Coyne. Michael.

Well, she has Scarlet Fever, and she
needs to go to the hospital, now.

I'll bring her. Would you carry her
out to the car, please, Mrs. Coyne?

Mum?

Dr. Black is taking Kate
to the hospital.

- Oh, God, Mum. Is it...?
- Ssh.

It's going to be fine.

Seamie!

You have to stay away from
the people.

I am away. Further.

Listen, my sister's got
Scarlet Fever. It's our fault.

It may be your fault...

but it's not my fault.

How's it my fault?

Maisie got it from the dump,

so Kate must have got it
from the dump.

Aye. And who brought home
thon plane from the dump?

I did.

So, whose fault is it, then?

Who's that you're talking to?

Francis Coyne.

Francis, you know you're supposed to
stay away from Seamie

till this clears up, don't you?

Well, go on home, then.

Tell the mistress I'm sorry
about the wee girl.

Well, they think they've
identified the source

of Maisie Quinn's infection,
and Kate's.

Oh.

A child was admitted

to the infirmary in Londonderry,
Tuesday last.

She was the daughter of an actor

- from a travelling players company.
- Marsden's?

That's the name. And, of course,
the company had visited Moybeg.

That's the girl, Michael.
The little one with the tray.

She sold that awful yellow
sweet to Kate.

Well, the child's infection had
a very long incubation,

but they got her to hospital

as soon as it was clear
that she had Scarlet Fever.

And... Well, how is she?

I'm afraid she died.

Oh, poor, plucky, little thing.

Yes.

So, the next two days are going
to be the big hurdle for Kate.

Little pale fellow.

How do you feel?

I'm all right, Mammy.

What about Kate?

Kate is going to be fine.

Captain Dreyfuss.

I brought you some gas.

Gas?

Petrol.
I keep forgetting we're in England.

Ireland!

Michael! Come and see...

It's about four gallons.

It should be enough to get you to
the hospital a few times,

to see your daughter.

Captain Dreyfuss
has brought us petrol,

so we can get to Magherafelt.
I don't know what to say.

Thank you, Captain Dreyfuss.

- We're very grateful.
- Let me help you.

I'll put it in the barn loft.

I won't forget this.

Mum!

Mum! Mum! I found...

- Where's Mum?
- Upstairs.

I'm glad YOU'RE happy.

I wasn't happy. I was excited.

- Mum!
- Francis.

Can I tell you something?

Why is this happening to us?

I don't know.

Maybe, just maybe, we could start
with those tins in the cupboard...

Och...

And the men I don't know
who come calling

with stuff I don't know about.

And the paint...

I have no paint. They searched.
You saw.

They didn't search the lint hole.

Francis found them.

He doesn't know YOU hid them.

You have to stop, Michael.

I'll lose my customers.

Then lose them!

And you won't, as it happens.

It's their ration books
that tie them to you,

not stolen goods, for God's sake.

You have to stop.

All I know is that we're paying the
price for something right now,

- whatever it is.
- "Whatever it is."

I'll tell you what it's not.

It's not a few fags
and some corned beef.

And half a dozen tins of paint that
I didn't even want, that Podalski -

or whatever his name is - left down
instead of bloody paying me.

And how is it always
me that's doing the wrong thing?

Why is it never you?

There's a nice head on that stout,
Michael.

It's too fizzy sometimes.

You heard about young Maisie Quinn?

- What?
- Did you not hear?

She died today.

What?

I'm stopping, OK?

Me too.

Sure, what have you to stop?

Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

Three months since
my last confession.

I dealt in stolen goods.

Stolen goods.
What do you mean, cigarettes?

Meat. And paint.

Paint? Stolen from where?

The 'drome.

How many tins?

Five, six. Six tins. Cans.

And what colour?

Huh?

Material attribute of the sin.
What colour was the paint?

White.

White.

Anything else?

Cursed a number of times.

Lost my temper.

Three Hail Marys.

Oh, have you made restitution?

Restitution?

Have you given the paint back yet?

Not yet.

But I will.

Good.

All in good time.

- Nightmare?
- Oh, Mum.

Poor man. What's happened?

It's all my fault. Kate being sick.

I went to the dump with Seamie,

and I brought back a thing, and now
Kate's caught Scarlet Fever from it,

- the way Maisie did.
- Listen...

- Now she's going to die.
- Francis, listen.

You were told not to go to the
dump, and you went,

and you have paid a price,
and the price is fear and pain,

but not Scarlet Fever.

Not your sister's illness. They are
not the price of going to the dump.

We know where the
Scarlet Fever came from,

and it did not come from the dump.
All right?

- Promise?
- Promise.

Think you'll be able to sleep now?

Off to bed.

What was the thing you brought back?

A toy plane. But I washed it.
I promise.

With Dettol!

That was the smell.

You can show it to me tomorrow.

We'll make sure it's clean.

Now, bed.

I'll be in in a minute.

Francis, Emma, I'm better!

All right,
you two, don't smother her...

Michael!

Father.

You know, I've been thinking,
Michael.

The, er...

The church could do
with a coat of paint.

It's got rather shabby in recent
years, do you not think?

I couldn't afford to paint
the church, Father.

I could make a donation,

but the whole church -
that's a lot of paint.

I know, Michael.

I know that.

I recognised your voice, Michael.

What about the confidentiality of
the confession box?

Well, this is confidential, Michael.

This is between you and me...

and God.

And his rundown chapel.

I'm taking the paint back.
Making restitution, like you said.

Michael, restitution is going
to be difficult.

Smuggling tins of paint back onto
a heavily guarded base...

I wouldn't like to try it.

But, er, theologically speaking,
I think I can help you here.

You see, when you make restitution,

it means you have to remove yourself
from benefitting from your actions.

It doesn't necessarily mean
you have to give it back

to where it came from.

As such.

So...

Tomorrow?

Early.

Say, before you open?

Aye.

It's just a little treacherous here,
Michael.

Aye.

They're in here.
Let's have a look.

Well, they WERE in here.

Somebody's after lifting them.

You're not, er, not playing a trick
here, Michael?

Not, er, jesting?

They were in there.
Half a dozen of them.

Ah, this parish is full of thieves.
Do you know that?

Full of thieves.

Aye.

My mother
never told me

who had put the tins of paint
in the lint hole,

though I worked it out myself
many years later,

only that we were going to do
the right thing and put them back.

And so we brought them, that
evening, to the perimeter fence

by the Bombstore Road,

to the hole where Seamie and I
used to wriggle through,

and we stacked them there,

knowing that the military police
patrolled that area every day,

and would find them.

And then we went home together

in the twilight,

my mother and I.

Auntie Vera!

You know, I was thinking,

you're even improved
since the last visit.

Look, I'm very fond of her.
Why wouldn't I?

She's Rose's sister,
but she's a loose cannon.

Her and drink don't mix.

Good morning. Oh, my gosh!

He is so gorgeous!

Rose!

You're married.

To a man who does not entirely
fill your inner space.

I made a promise to get over you,
and then I broke it.

And then I thought I'd been saved
despite myself and now...

now I'm lost again.

==sync, correction by dcdah==
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