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I had it all planned--

college, a place of my own...

hang out all day in cafes...

with beautiful girls
with legs and blond hair...

that you could talk to aboutThe Stranglers and Hemingway...

and who you could spend
loads of time in bed with.

Instead, I'’ve blown my exams.

How absolute was Louis XIV?

Absolutely no idea.

Oh, God. I'’ve ruined my life
before it'’s even started.

They might as well
take me out and shoot me.

If I fail I'’m gonna have to
get a job.

I'’m not cut out for that.
I'’m too young to work.

Your time is up.

THE LAST OF THE HIGH KINGS
Now, put down your pens.

Look at them.Jayne Wayne and Romy Thomas...

the fruit of the gods.

I'’m never gonna slow dance
at a moonlit beach and
whisper...

"I love you Romy-- or Jayne--"

whichever one I happen
to be dancin'’ with.

No, I'’m looking at a life
sentence--
solitary confinement.

What am I gonna do?

Hey, lads, come on.
Get down.

Get off. Please.

Oh, shit!

Hey, lads, get back here.

Come back!

Seventeen years I'’ve been
waiting for this day.

Freedom.

The oyster of my life
about to open.

Instead, it feels like
a badger died in my stomach.

And I'’ve an awful feelingthat nothing will ever change.

You, Frankie Griffin,
are a useless article.

You don'’t do a hand's turn
from one end of the day to the
other.

Look at the state of you. Eyes
fallingout of your head with the drink.

And the smell of you!

You'’d never think of helping outaround
the place, not in a million
years.

What do you think, your shirts
and trousers get washed by
magic...

and march down the path
and throw themselves up on the
line?

Do you?

And what about these socks
I keep finding under your bed?

Stained with what,
I'’d like to know.

Ray'’s the only one of you
with any decency.

I was too soft to use the woodenspoon
on your arse when you were
growing up.

I should have had you
put to sleep.

Today'’s the 30th of June.

My exam results should come
on the 18th of August.

God, that'’s not long.

Forty-nine days,
then I'’m dead.

If I was a real rebel,
I wouldn'’t give a damn.

Ma.

It'’s Da.

- Come forth, my family.
- Da.

Come forth...

and see what treasures
thy father has brought thee.

Nice hat.

- For thee.
- Thanks, Da.

- For thou.
- Look at all this stuff.

By the way, somebody
has to fix the gate.

Hey, a space hopper.

Ma, look at this.

Frankie, thou looks perplexed.

Place upon thy cranium this hatand go forth, not fifth.

Da, the play in New York, right?

You wouldn'’t, by any chance,
be goin'’ away, would you?

Very smart, Frankie.

Cathleen.

Look. I'’m--

I was going to tell you.

I really was.

I'’m sorry. I just--

You'’re leaving.

Yes.

It won'’t be for long this time,I promise.

- I want to ask you something.
- What?

Is Da going away, Frankie?

Yeah, for a while.

"Hands up...

and don'’t even move a littlegray whisker or I'’ll pepper yourguts.

But Patrick Weaselbrain, the
meanest,thievin'’ cowpoke of them all...

was not coming quietly.

Fiery death spat
from his six-gun.

When I was a kid, I used to
wish
for an ordinary family.

Sometimes I still do.

The only normal one is Noelie
who has permanent brain
damage...

from an illness
when he was a baby.

His body will grow up,
but not his mind.

He'’s the only one
who doesn'’t drive me nuts.

My da is an actor...

always going abroad
for some play somewhere...

always looking for his big
break
into films.

The rest of them share
varying degrees of incurable
insanity.

It'’s amazing I turned out okay.

"Sheriff Bart Wyatt had got hisman.
The end."

Silence. As foreman
of this year'’s jury...

I have great pleasure
in presenting you...

with the Golden Dog
for Literature.

Par excellence. Outstanding.
Congratulations.

Bleeding stupid.

-It is not stupid.
-The boy'’s a genius, all there
is to it.

- And that'’s my mother-- Ma.
- Parnell.

Noelie.

Get off. Come on.

Get off the green. Go on.

Sorry.

Nice space hopper.

Thanks.

Hey, when did he get so cute?

Come in.

I know this is, uh...

an important summer for you,
Frankie, and...

I'’m sorry that I'm going
to miss it.

I don'’t even know if I'm gonna
be back for your birthday.

So-- So just in case, I--

Happy birthday, my boy.

- Thanks.
- You'’re welcome.

Now, you'’re going to
university...

and you'’re gonna need spending
money,
so here'’s what I suggest.

You get yourself a summer job.

Da, about university...

I don'’t think my exams
went all that well.

Frankie, you'’ll be fine,
terrific. I know it.

I'’ve been thinking. Maybe I
should
go away, see the world.

No, Frankie.
Let the world wait for you.

Why do you always
get to go away?

This is something that'’s
very important to me, Frankie.

There'’s even-- There's even talkabout a film.

What I'’m trying to tell you is
I probably won'’t even get into
college.

Ah, you know, Frankie...

I remember when I was your age.

I felt exactly the same as you.

So, how did you do?

Oh, I did-- I did great.
Great.

Well, in English.

Da, please, I'’m serious.

I know you are, son.

Look...

do you have anything special...

lined up for the summer?

Do you have-- Do you have
a girlfriend, maybe?

Look, Frankie.

"These few precepts...

in thy memory keep.

This above all:
To thine own self be true...

for it follows,
as the day the night...

- thou canst not then be--
- "False to any man."

There'’s special instructions
for feeding that fish.

You can'’t overfeed him
or he'’ll burst.

You'’ll be wonderful,
and so will she.

Oh, it'’s not like that at all.

I'’d give anything if it was you.

Lots of pretty young ones
fluttering around you.

I'’ll miss you.

Take care of yourself, Cathleen.Do you hear me?

And he exits pursued by a bear.Ah, well.

Good-bye, Da.

It wasn'’t like Da was a whole
lot of use
for anything when he was at
home...

but it always seemed empty
when he was gone.

Sort of shook the place.

With a wave of his hat, he'’d
signal that
I was once again man of the
house.

What that really meant
was absolutely nothing.

The important thing was to tryto make something out of the
summer...

before my exam results turned
up.

Six weeks and counting.

Let'’s play football, everybody.

- Go fetch, Bobby.
- All right.

Gallo, you big idiot,
what do you think you'’re like?

Hey, what would you get if you
crossed
Bobby Gallo with a whale?

- What?
- Elvis Presley.

- You, you little shite!
- Take it back.

- Sorry, but Elvis is a
has-been.
- Take it back.

- Bowie is way better.- Don'’t take the King's name invain.

- Get off me.
- Who'’s the greatest?

- All right, all right.
- Say it, say it.

- Elvis is the greatest.
- Truest words you'’ve ever
spoken, pal.

He'’s the greatest man alive.
You should learn some respect.

Yeah, and you'’ve got a serious
problem.
You should get it seen to.

- You know something?
- What?

- This'’d be a great place for aparty.
- Until the tide comes in.

- What about the big beach?
- It'’s be a great way to pull
women.

A monster beach party,
acres of chicks.

No dogs allowed.

Get your hole or your money
back.

We could show movies
up against the cliffs.

It could be amazing.

Go-go dancers, hash cookies.

Which one is he actually
going out with?

Jayne, I think.

Romy'’s a dike.
Everyone knows that.

- No, she'’s not.
- Yeah, she is.

- She'’s not.- You reckon Bobby watches themdo it?

- They are Protestants.
- So what?

So they do it like dogs.

You know, from behind.

Jesus!

- Come on, Frankie.
- Pitiful.

Are you guys coming?

Kick the football?

Right, then. Come on.

Shoo, shoo!

- Frankie, you got a letter.
- Ma!

Noelie open. Let me open.

It'’s from Da.

"Dear, Frankie.

I'’m writing to you
from New York City.

It'’s 2:00 in the morning
and I'’m missing you all very
much.

I'’ve been thinking about how
this is
an exciting time in your life.

You stand at one
of life'’s great doorways...

a time full of hope
and possibility.

I'’ve never been one
for giving advice--

Right.

"but if I'’ve learned anything,
sometimes
the closest to us are the
ones...

who seem to be holding us back.

Try to remember it is out of
love,
not malice.

Your loving father.

- What'’s he on about?
- You!

You. Yes, you with the head on
you.

Get over here!

How dare you order my child downfrom her own family wall!

Mrs. Griffin, I have no desire
to be confrontational--

This is our wall, and my
children
have every right...

to walk on it whenever they
wish.

All I'’m saying is that my wife
and family deserve a little
privacy.

This little girl is walking thewallmaking gestures at my children.

- Now surely you can see--
- Let me tell you something.

These are Griffin children.

Pure Irish blood descendedfrom the high kings of Ireland.

They can walk their Celtic wallany time they want, day or
night.

We'’re free people now,
no thanks to the likes of you.

Why don'’t you hump off
back to Britain?

You seem to be under a
misconception
as to my nationality.

You'’re a Protty, aren't you?

- I am Protestant. I am not
British.
- Let me tell you something.

My country has been a republic
for nearly 30 years...

and I'’m not about to let our
sovereignty
be undermined by a bunch of
blow-ins.

Madame, I was born
and raised in Ireland.

I am Irish through and through.

I am not British, and I did notorderthis girl down from her preciouswall.

I merely requested politely...

that she refrain from spying onmy family.

Spying? Spying, is it?

- Well, all I meant--
- Oh, yes!

The Brits accusing the Irish
of spying.

Well, this is one family you'’llneverconquer, you Protty bloodsucker.

Go on. Run away.

Run away.

You should be honored
to have Griffins walking this
wall!

Children, up on the wall.

That'’s an order.

This is our wall
and we'’re going to walk it.

Up the Republic!

Guess what. A general election.

- What?- There'’s gonna be an election.

Thank you.

Help me down.

Deputy, would you care to
comment
on the announcement of the
election?

This election gives the Irish
people
a chance to pass judgment...

of the last four years
of half-baked misgovernment.

You tell him, Jim.

Fianna Fail is ready to get
this country moving again.

Moving back to the immigrationboats,
some might say.

That'’s a scurrilous remark,
only worthy of the outgoing
government.

We'’re going to win this
election.

My presence tonight is vital.
The wholeparty hierarchy will be at thismeeting.

It could well go on all night soI needto know you'’ll behave yourself.

- I will, Ma.- If Maggie gets up to any highjinks...

you'’ll tell me exactly what
happened
and with whom.

- Do you give me your solemn
word?
- I do.

You must tell me if there are
any shenanigans whatsoever.

I, Jimmy Carter,
do solemnly swear...

to uphold the constitution
of this house.

I swear, if they get up to any
nonsense,
I'’ll tell you everything.

You'’d better.

By the way, when you get back,
can me and Peter go camping?

We'’ll see about that
when you make your report.

- You want us to snitch on them?- It'’s not snitching.

- Now do you promise?
- Promise.

- Promise.
- You'’re the only ones I can
trust.

No one'’s to set foot
in this house tonight except
family.

Frankie, you got any food
in the house?

No. Not unless you brought some.

Thanks, man.

You need that.

Hey, Griffin, this party'’s a
crock.It'’s useless. You got no chicksat all.

- Frankie, is Maggie about?
- Why?

She'’s a great girl, Maggie.

Guys, did you call the girls?

- What girls?
- Jayne and Romy.

- Did you call any women?
- He did.

Maggie, give me the phone.

Hello?

- Is Jayne there?- Jayne doesn'’t live here, Romydoes.

It only seems like Jayne liveshere.

- Sorry.
- For future reference...

Jayne'’s the blond and Romy's
the onewho only comes home when she'’shungry.

I meant to say Romy.
Could I speak to Romy, please?

Not at the moment, you can'’t.
She'’s out.

Might I have the pleasure to
know
to whom I'’m speaking?

Sorry.

- It works.
- Of course it works.

You know the beach party idea?

- We should just do it.- You know what I'’m going to do?

I'’m gonna write to Elvis
and invite him over to do a
concert.

Bring Elvis to Ireland?
Great idea.

I know.

"Dear Mr. Presley.

I am your biggest fan in
Ireland.

"But I'’m not the only one.

Under every shamrock leaf,
you'’ll find an Elvis fan.

"With greased-back hair
in a little green hat.

And because leprechauns
are so tiny...

you could fit five times as manyin the average concert hall.

I'’m serious.

We know.

Turn it up!

Maggie, wake up.

- Could I have a word with you?- What do you want, Davy?

I was just wondering if...

you'’d like to go out with me?

I already have a boyfriend.

That'’s okay.
I don'’t mind sharing.

- Davy, get lost.- You won'’t know for sure untilyou try.

I know you don'’t mean it.

Oh, shit.

Oi, get down out of there.

I want to talk to Maggie.

I'’m staying here untilshe says she'’ll go out with me.

Come down, for Jesus sake, Davy.

I'’m not moving, I told you.

Christ! Where'’s Maggie? Maggie!

Oh, shit.

Uh-oh.

- You pair.
- Maggie.

- Get down off there, you.
- Maggie!

Get yourself down here fast,
boyo.

No use standing in the way
of true love.

Right.

- I hope you'’re proud of
yourself.
- What do you mean?

All you had to do
was to be nice to him.

Davy, come down out of that,
you gobshite. I'’ll catch you.

I'’m warning you, Davy Dudley.

You'’ll be sorry!

If I see your horse'’s arse of aface
here again, I'’ll have you
cremated.

Are you sure she'’s your ma?

If she was your sister,
I could really fancy her.

You can'’t take your eyes
off this place for one minute.

What am I doing?
Half of the summer gone
already...

and nothing to show for it.

No girls, no money
and no way out.

Hi.

I'’m collecting for the Labour
Party.
Any chance for a contribution?

Yeah, sure.

The Labour party.

A bunch of Commie wasters.

Have you no commitment
to political reform...

or state control
of natural resources?

The redistribution of wealth?

Seven percent of the world
owns 84% of the capital.

That'’s right, comrade.

Thanks.

Should I try up at the house?

No, I wouldn'’t bother.

Well, see you around.

See you.

Frankie, the girl at the gate,who is she?

Her name'’s Romy Thomas.

Her and the other one she runsaround with, all hair and legs.

At least they aren'’t hairy legs.

Watch it, mister.

You know what them two girls
are?
Protestants.

You stay away from them.

It'’s an international conspiracybetween Communists and
Protestants...

and I'’m not having you
in the middle of it.

Hey, everybody!

Hark, I hearthe mighty growl of a Honda 50.

The campers return.

This should be interesting.

Children, go and play upstairs
now,
immediately!

Keep those heads down.

Hi. This is Peter.
Peter, this is my mother.

I think you know the others.

- The camping was great.
- Hi.

I'’ve heard a lot about you.

How dare you! No one carries onlikea tart here and gets away withit.

Next time I let you out of my
sight
it'’ll be over my dead body.

- But Mummy--
- Don'’t "But Mummy" me, missy!

You'’ve disgraced the family
in front of everyone on the
road.

And you'’ve mortified your fatherover in America.

I can assure you, I'’ve only thebestintentions toward your daughter.

Absolutely nothing happened.

And what exactly
are your intentions, mister?

Do you intend to marry her?

Not this very minute.

I suppose we could
live together for a bit, you
know...

see how we get on.

Get out of my house!

I wouldn'’t let my daughter marryyou
if she was pregnant with
triplets!

That'’s the last time I'm ever
bringing anyone back to this
hole!

I never wanna see
any of you again!

Not bad for a first visit.
I think she likes him.

Shut up.

Is Frankie sleeping?

I don'’t like it.

It'’s only thunder.

Jack.

Everything'’s fine.
How was the opening?

Oh, Jack, I'’m sure
they loved you.

It'’s your father.

Huh? What?

Who'’s coming?

No. Erin and Rainbow?

Well, of course
they'’re welcome to stay.

All right, love.

Yes, they'’re here.
Of course they'’re behaving
themselves.

Hi, Da.

So who'’s Erin and Rainbow?

Two young ladies
of Irish descent...

who might require
an escort.

- Don'’t worry. It's only a few
days.
- Okay. Here'’s Ray.

Bye.

Hi, Da. Yeah, great.

Nothing much.
I'’m working on a new novel.

I'’m so excited to be here.

My father, he produced
all the famous Irish plays--

Synge, O'’Casey.

I mean, I'’ve heard so much
about it here...

I feel like
it'’s my spiritual home.

Well, now, miss, you wouldn'’tbe the first to feel that way...

if you don'’t mind me saying.

You'’re from Dublin, obviously.

Well, born, bred and buttered,
as a man said.

What part of the States
you from yourself?

Milwaukee.
We'’re just here visiting.

Milwaukee.
I should'’ve known.

Milwaukee, Massachusetts.

And the lights

As they went down
on Massachusetts

Dublin'’s the finest city
in the world, bar none.

All the writers, playwrights
and novelists that come out of
it.

Am I right, young sir?

Yeah, right.

- I knew most of them meself.
- Really?

Do you know who Brendan Behan
is?

I often had him in the car
sitting just where you'’re
sitting.

Vomited in on top of me.

He was a gas ticket.
Poor old Brendan.

As for that boozy James Joyce,used to dread having him in thecar.

Never had a red cent on him.

Wouldn'’t give you the steam offhis piss, if you'’ll excuse my
French.

James Joyce? The James Joyce
was in this car?

Not exactly this car.
An earlier model we used to
have.

He used to sit in the back therescribbling away.

I says to him,
"What are you writing, Jimmy?"

"A book."
"What class of a book?"

"A big book."

He could be very Jesuitical
with his responses.

I do a bit of writing meself.
Would you like to read some?

No. Are you kidding?
I wanna take a piss.

Geez, it must have been
a long old flight.

There you are, Jim.

You'’re looking good.

Rainbow, why did
the glowworm feel embarrassed?

- Why?- '’Cause it spent 10 minutes...

chatting up a cigarette butt.

- Big deal.
- What'’s yellow and highly
dangerous?

Shark-infested custard. Get it?

Yeah, I get it, all right.
I wish you were in it.

Could someone pass the ketchup?

Here, Frankie.

Thanks.

- I think I feel a novel comingon.
- Ray.

Okay, John Wayne.

You drink your milk
'’cause it's good for you.

Whoa, that'’s amazing.

That'’s his party piece, isn't
it?
Frankie, give us a turn there.

Frankie recites poetry.
What about playing us a tune?

I'’d rather not.

Don'’t "I'd rather not" me,
mister.
Do it for our guests.

- No.
- He'’s a fine musician.

Please, Frankie?

Come on, Frankie.

Coward!

Are you a man or a mouse?
Come on.

Go on, Frankie.

Frankie, what'’s it called?

"A Terrible Beauty Is Born."

You know, Frankie is a directdescendant of the high kings ofTara.

His ancestry goes back
to Cormac Mac Art and Brian
Boru.

He'’s got royal blood in his
veins,
that fella.

You can see it, all right.

Absolutely.

Of course, all the great Irish
patriots
were of noble blood:

Emmet, Wolfe Tone, Parnell,
all of them.

The thing is, Erin, one feels
different
when one is of noble birth.

"No one can ever compare with myfirst
and only Desdemona.

She won my love forever.

He'’s real handsome.

What do you think of him
back then?

Oh, wow, he was gorgeous.

Oh, my God! That'’s you.
You were really beautiful.

I mean, I didn'’t know
you were an actress.

Alas, Iago, what shall I do
to win my lord again?

Dear friend, go to him.

For by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him.

Here I kneel.

If-- If e'’er I--

If-- If e'’er I--

I'’ve forgotten my lines.

Gone.

He looks a lot like Frankie
here.
How old was he?

Just 20, but he was mature.

At 20 he was quite a man.

Hey, so is Frankie.

- I didn'’t mean to scare you.
- That'’s okay.

You have visitors.

What'’s this?

Very impressive.

I'’ll leave you guys to it.

By the way, I'’m Erin.

I'’m waiting.

As usual.

- Bye.
- See you.

- Who'’s the Yank?
- Nobody.

- Are you burying the baldy
fellow?
- She'’s all right.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot. Jayne andRomy.
- Isn'’t it Romy and Jayne?

- Who knows?
- Shut up.

"Monster beach party
for you and your friends.

Saturday night.
Which Saturday night?

The Saturday nightafter we start giving them out.

"Bring your own booze."

It doesn'’t say which beach.

It could be any beach.

Oh, shit!

Hang on. What did you say
the Yank'’s name was?

- Erin.
- Erin as in--

As in what?

Erin. Erin is in
Elvis Erin Presley.

No, you stupid moron.
Erin as in Ireland.

Exactly. Elvis Erin Presley.
Ireland is his middle name.

- That'’s Aaron.
- It'’s spelled completely
different.

A-A-R-O-N.

So what? It'’s an omen.

I knew it.
He'’s going to come.

Elvis Ireland Presley.

I tell you who else is coming:
your Ma.

Oi, you. You'’re not looking
after that girl.

What'’s wrong with her?
She'’s a lovely girl.

Not exactly royal blood, but--

- Anyway, she'’s leaving
tomorrow.
- Ma, I'’m busy.

Yeah. I don'’t care how busy, yougota job to do and you'’d better doit.

Here, take this
and take her out.

I'’ve been telling him
we should do this.

You pair aren'’t invited. I'm nothaving
you getting drunk and ignoring
her.

Take her to the pictures,
and try not to look so
miserable.

By the way,
you haven'’t said which beach.

My friend saw it.
She said it was great.

- Or we could see The Goodbye
Girl.
- If we have to.

- Let'’s sit downstairs.
- It'’s full downstairs.

- We'’ll stand.
- No, Frankie, here.

- Sit down or get off, pal.
- Look who it is.

Frankie, glad to see you'’ve gota girlfriend. We were startingto worry.

- No, this is--
- Go on. Introduce us.

- It'’s nice to meet you.
- Where are you guys off to?

Frankie'’s taking me to see a
movie.
What are we going to see?

- Go and see It'’s great.
- Oh, come on.

What about For Whom the Bell
Tolls
at the I.F.T.?

- You and your Hemingway.
- I love Hemingway.

- Let'’s go and see that.
- Sure.

Hey, cool charm.
What is it?

Oh, that'’s my gold megaphone.
I'’m gonna be head cheerleader
next year.

Is that when you all dance
around
before a football match?

Oh, yeah. I saw that on
Wicker'’s World.
It looks great.

Yeah, it'’s a lot of fun.

- How do you do it?
- Give us a demonstration.

Here?

Why not? Looks like they could
do
with a bit of cheering up.

Don'’t be such a mope.
We'’d love to see it.

Just make something up.

Frankie, Frankie,
he'’s our man!

If he can'’t do it,
no one can!

Frankie, Frankie,
he'’s the king!

He'’s the one
that makes me sing!

Go, Frankie!

Brilliant!

Frankie, it'’s me.

I'’ve gotta talk to you.

I'’m leaving tomorrow
and we'’ve gotta talk.

Frankie, it'’s important, okay?

Please listen to me.

Why are you being like this?

Frankie, you'’re a really cool
guy.

You'’re gentle, emotional...

and intuitive.

You'’re a real poet-warrior.
On top of which, you'’re pretty
cute.

But you'’re making me feel like
I did something wrong.

Where I come from, if you like
someone
you come out and say it.

And if they don'’t like you back,they don'’t treat you like a
moron.

I know I come on strong
sometimes...

but I just have to know
how you feel about me.

So how about it?

You'’re a very nice person.

Great.

All right. It'’s just that...

I don'’t really...

fancy you.

Was that really that difficult?

I meant what I said.

So did you.

Go get Frankie.

No, don'’t wake him.

Okay, that'’s done.

How come by the time I catch
on,
it'’s always too late?

Screwing up is the only thing
I'’m getting better at.

Two weeks left
till my exam results.

I'’m doomed.

- Ma, we'’re too young.- So what do you want, a medal?

This is a historic day:
your first vote in a general
election.

- You excited?
- You'’re crazy. We can't vote.

Yes, you can.

It'’s illegal, not to mention
completely insane.

Not a tie.

This is a chance to partake
in your nation'’s history.

- I falsified documents so you
could.
- I don'’t want to vote.

You listen to me.

Better men than you
have given their lives...

for the right
to choose their leaders.

Come with me. You'’re gonna voteforJim Davern and you'’re gonna likeit.

I think it'’s a great idea.

Jayne and Romy.

One of us, huh?

Thanks.

Hey, I hear you guys have been
talking
about a beach party.

- No.
- Yeah.

- If you do get it together,
we'’re on.
- Cool.

All right.
We haven'’t got all day.

Right.

- You were so obvious.
- Yeah.

Frankie Griffin, 449.

You know what you have to do.

This is great, isn'’t it?

Here are the results
of the fifth count...

from the Dublin Home
Constituency.

Martin Tully, Fianna Gail:

9,543 votes.

Brian Door, Labour...

8,500 votes.

James Davern, Fianna Fail...

13,840 votes.

It'’s a landslide for Jim Davern!

It'’s a landslide! Oh, look,
there'’s
a man who can look lovely for
ya.

That'’s our Jim!
That'’s our Jim!

Since when were you a smoker?

Ten or fifteen years.

- Give us a light.
- Haven'’t got one.

You think you'’re cool, don't
you?

Oi, you two!

Get inside.

I don'’t believe it.

I don'’t believe it.

Mrs. Griffin?

Jim'’s here.

Everyone, come out!
Come out now!

I give you our man in
Parliament,
Deputy Jim Davern!

Thank you. Thanks.

I just wanna say
what an honor it is...

to be invited to the house
of such a great lady...

and how pleased I am to see
the next generation of
Griffins...

being raised up to beour future soldiers of destiny.

- Makes you want to puke.
- I already did.

This is a great honor, sir.
A great honor.

Oh, I'’m sorry.
Jim, this is Nelson
Fitzgerald...

an old friend of the family.

- How are you?
- It'’s a great honor.

Victory is ours!

Frankie, Ray!
Drinks for everyone!

Come on! Drinks.
Jim, come and meet everyone.

It'’s really Jim!
He'’s really here!

Here we are.

For you.

Irish Mist.
About an inch.

Malibu.
Just a tiny bit at bottom.

Uh-oh.

We'’ve struck gold.

There'’s a couple
of full ones here.

- Poteen.
- Firewater, moonshine, hooch.

That stuff can drive a man
crazy as a cactus.

Exactly.

I don'’t think it's quite
what Ma had in mind.

Da said it was
for rubbing on the greyhound.

Ray, my brother,
we don'’t have a greyhound.

It'’s time...

for victory punch.

Don'’t forget the wine.

- That'’s why we're here.
- No, please, I can'’t!

Please, no. It'’s been too long.Jim, Father.

It'’s what we came tonight for.We'’re not leaving till you sing.

Father, I can'’t. "A Nation OnceAgain."
This one'’s for Jim.

When boyhood fire was in my
blood

I read of ancient freemen

For Greece and Rome
who bravely stood

Three hundred men
and three men

And then I prayed

I yet might see

Our fetters rent in twain

And Ireland
long a province

Be a nation once again

Victory punch. Victory punch.

Excuse me, Deputy.
A drink for you.

To victory!

You'’ll never catch us
in coalition.

This is just the best.

That hope has shown a far light

Nor could love'’sbrightest summer glow outshine

When Elvis comes to Ireland,
it'’ll just make the place.

We'’ll never look back.
It'’s gonna be amazing.

Our fella'’s were fallin' like
flies.

Have you ever smelled death
in the afternoon?

Colonel Tom Parker.That'’s who your problem is goingto be.

I'’m sure he doesn't give a damnabout Elvis.

You'’re absolutely right.
You know what he needs? A real
manager.

Will you have another?

I know there have been various
allegations made about meself.

And I know the names
of all the "allegators."

We had only three rounds
in the wee petrol bomb between
us.

I'’m tellin' ya, until you'’ve hada gun
in your hand, you'’re still a
virgin.

You wouldn'’t be so smart, sonny,if your mother was in here.

If my mother was in here,
you wouldn'’t be on top of our
fridge.

A nation once again

When my dear country
shall be made

A nation once again

Our dear country
shall be made

A nation once again

Oh, I was off.

- Shame Monica can'’t be here.
- She'’s not a great one for
parties.

There'’s only one thing
I want to know about you, sir.

Did you ever have a gun in yourhand?

Why don'’t you come with me now?

Excuse me.Have you ever had a gun in yourhand?

You could be of great importanceto the government.

You'’re a very beautiful woman,
Cathleen. Do you know that?

Now, Jim, you'’ve a silver
tongue.

If you were my wife, I wouldn'’tleave ya abandoned and lonely.

A woman of your fiery passions.

Did I ever tell you
how much I loved you on the
stage?

You signed my program once.

- Oh, Jim.
- Yeah.

Come with me.
I need you tonight of all
nights.

God, you'’re magnificent.

- You have a lovely wife.
- We have an open marriage.

Good God, there must be
somewhere cozier where we
could--

Jim, I don'’t think
you'’re doing yourself justice.

You should try it sometime.
Take a walk on the wild side

You know you want me.

Do you mind--

What?

I'’m feeling--

Poteen? Why?
How could you?

Poisoning my guests?
Why? Are you mad?

I'’m sorry.

Sorry? This was
the happiest night of my life.

My night,
and you'’ve ruined it.

I'’ll never be ableto speak to these people again.

It was my idea.

I could'’ve guessed
your hand was at the back of
this.

How could sons do this to a
mother?How could you, Frankie Griffin?

Poor Jim.

"Poor Jim." At least it stoppedhimgettin'’ his paws all over you.

How dare you!

What'’d you do that for?

- Ma?
- Yes, love.

I'’m very concerned.

- What are you concerned about?- What'’s gonna happen to
Noelie...

when I'’m not around
to look after him?

Oh, sweetheart, don'’t worry.

Two days left.
What is it about time?

Whenever you want it to move
quick,
it goes slow.

Whenever you want it to go
slow,
it gallops.

I'’m gonna get this party
together.
At least I'’ll go out with a
bang.

It'’s just gonna be great.

Yeah, but what if it rains?

Screw the rain.
We'’ll get wet.

Okay, you guys do the music
and the lights.

Then all we gotta do is round upall the women we'’ve ever met.

- Where have you been?
- An interview.

- For what?
- A job.

- Did you get it?
- I don'’t know.

We thought you were going to bea concert promoter.

Get lost.

Now he'’s here. Hey, what are yougonna do about the party?

I don'’t know about this party.

I mean, no one is going to cometo a party on a beach.

What do you think this is?
California?

- Could be.
- Well, it'’s not.

Hey, the thing is,I really want to organize this.

You gonna help me or not?

Frankie, you couldn'’t organize
a piss-up in a brewery.

Oh, yeah? That'’s pretty good,
comin'’ from you.

How'’s the Elvis gig
comin'’ along?

Bringing Elvis to Ireland is
a better idea than a stupid
beach party.

You guys, relax.

The only reason
why you want to have this
party...

is because you have not got thebottleto ask out Jayne Wayne or RomyThomas.

You can'’t even make up your mindwhich one you fancy.

- Bullshit.
- No, it'’s not bullshit.

We'’re all supposed to hang
around on
a freezing beach in case one
shows up.

Do you want one of us
to help you stick it in?

At least I like girls.
At least I don'’t fancy your
mother.

Are you saying I fancy your
mother?

Come here.
Your ma is a fruitcake...

like the rest
of your friggin'’ family.

Fuck you, Nelson.

- Nice one.
- Jesus Christ.

Frankie, come back.
He doesn'’t mean it.

- Tell him you'’re sorry.
- I am not sorry.

He has been a mopey pain in thebrickall summer, and you know he has.

Frankie,
I'’m coming to your party.

He'’s not gonna go into it,
is he?

Who gives a shit?

They must be burning gorse
or something.

You don'’t say.

I'’m not goin' in there.
You don'’t wanna be nuts.

Frankie!

Well, you big chump, fire away.Deeper.

Does anyone know
where this fella lives?

I'’ll take him.

- I won'’t even ask what you weredoing.
- Okay.

Come on.

- You'’re an idiot. Did you knowthat?
- Yeah, I know. Thanks.

"Thanks." Is that all I get
after
saving you from those big
firemen?

"Are you doing
anything later, Jayne?"

- Yeah. Did I not say that?
- No.

- That'’s what I thought I said.- Really?

- It'’s the smoke.
- Yeah, I know.

So, can you play pool?

Don'’t worry.

She'’s always late.

Yeah.

I'’m sorry. I got held up.
Have you been here long?

- No, just got here.
- All right.

Hiya.
Mind if I break?

Go ahead.

Just thought
I'’d give you a chance.

- Sorry.
- That'’s okay.

You first.

Nice shot.

Please.

Enough is enough.
Black in the corner pocket.

Looks like you were snookered.

How about tomorrow?

- Yeah, let'’s.
- Yeah, let'’s.

How did you do that?

You better come in.

- What?- Have you done this with Bobby?

Bobby doesn'’t matter.

- How come?
- He'’s a friend.

Is that it?

Bobby doesn'’t really like girls.

Not like this, anyway.

You'’re serious?

It'’s at the front.

Oh, God.

Romy'’s gonna kill me.

Why?

- What'’s that?
- Quick, under the bed.

- You'’re kidding.
- Yeah.

You really had me there.

Come on.

Shh, Frankie.

You'’ll wake everyone.

You okay?

Don'’t.
Just lie here for a bit.

Wow.

What do you want to do?

Kiss occasionally,
have a cuddle.

I mean, from now on.

Relax.

Wouldn'’t it be great to do thisall the time?

You know, to have a place...

so every night we could do
whatever we felt like.

You know, no parents
to take shit from.

I could get a job,
and I'’m good around the house.

I could fix things.
Wasn'’t it fantastic?

It was fabulous.
Now come on back here and shut
up.

I just feel amazing.

- Uh-oh.
- Don'’t you?

My head'’s gonna explode.

- Am I in love with you?
- Stop!

So how do you explain any of
this?
I mean, tell me.

Really, tell me.

Before you go down on one knee,the answer is: Give me a break.

Go home.

What did I do?

You scared the life out of me.

- Frankie, where have you been?- Why?

He'’s dead.

The King.

Elvis Presley.

- I'’m sorry.
- Thanks.

- What happened?
- I don'’t know.

I don'’t know.

Frankie, I said some stuff
that I didn'’t mean.

Listen.

There'’s something important
I'’ve got to ask you.

It'’s the beach party.

It wouldn'’t be right.

Yeah, no beach party.

I know it means a lot to ya.

Forget it. It'’s over.

Thanks.

I knew you'’d understand.

You know...

I just had to tell my friends.

You especially.

I'’d better go home.

I'’ll see ya tomorrow.

You know something?

Nothing'’s ever gonna be the
same.

You.

Where have you been?

- With a friend.
- Who exactly?

Jayne Wayne.

I might have known.

Not now, Ma.

What do you mean, "not now"?

When I think of all the noble
Irishmen
who gave their lives for
Ireland...

and my son takes up
with a devious little Protty
bitch.

She'’s not a bitch.

Bitch!

Ma, you are raving.

Oh, am I? Well, let me
tell you something, mister.

You are not running around
with a Protestant...

as long as you'’re living
under my roof.

I forbid it!
I see, I see what it is.

You'’re possessed.
She'’s taken possession of you.

How dare you walk away from me?Look at you, you filthy thing.

Did you use contraceptives to
violatethe holy tabernacle of a woman'’sbody?

Did you commit sex
with a Protestant?

Are you finished?

Go and stay with your Protty
slut,
if she'’ll have you!

You'’re no son of mine!

Thanks.

Frankie, I want you
to come downstairs.

I'’m sorry about last night.
Come on, will ya?

Your mother asked me
to have a chat with ya.

How are ya?

Don'’t mind this thing.
I'’m off duty.

I believe you'’re a big fan
of the Thin Lizzies.

- Ma.
- Please, Frankie.

Just have a quick word
with Father Michael, for me.

Please, sit down.

Your mother was telling meyou'’re feeling a bit off lately.

Can you tell me about it?

I bet you can if you try.
Mrs. G.?

If you wouldn'’t mind?

Go on.

Girls?
Is that what it'’s all about?

I don'’t know.

Some very strange things
seem to happen at night.

Would these things tend to
happen
when you'’re having thoughts?

Well, you know?

Sometimes...

I think I'’m completely
possessed.

I just...

can'’t stop myself...

thinking of devious little
Protestant bitches...

with erect nipples...

begging me to violate
the holy tabernacle of their
bodies.

And I can'’t see any reason
not to.

And then the bed
starts to shake...

and whirl around the room...

and I get dizzy,
and I start going--

And the dirty Protestant bitch,she'’s strokin' me...

lickin'’ me, grabbin' me by the--

Stop right there, mister!

Is this meant to be funny?

- You will apologize this
instant.
- I am not apologizing to
anyone.

Father, this is not
my son talking.

The Protestants
have bewitched him.

Hey, you know something?
You'’re right.

But the funny thing is,
I'’m okay.

All of my friends are okay.
Even Jayne Wayne is okay.

There'’s nothing wrong
with the Labour Party...

or the British or contraceptivesor even Protestants.

They'’re no better or worse
than anyone else.

You don'’t like it,
I'’m sorry for you.

Have you forgotten
about the famine?

How the Brits starved
millions of our innocent
people...

just so they could make cakes
for thatfat bitch of a queen across thewater?

What about 1916?

They shot down thousands
of innocent Irish
revolutionaries.

Think of Parnell and Wolfe Toneand poor old Robert Emmet.

And now you,
you'’ve become a Protty lover.

Most of the Irish
revolutionaries
were Protestant.

Emmet, Parnell, Wolfe Tone,
all Protestant.

Half of the so-called heroes whoyou
think have noble blood were
Protestant.

I suppose Pierce was a Prot,
and De Valera.

No, De Valera was American.

That'’s how he missed getting
shot
in 1916.

But you wanna know
what this is really about?

I'’m gonna go out with whoever Iwant to,
and you'’re not gonna stop me.

Protestant, Catholic, Baptist...

Methodist, Lutheran, Calvinist
or Seventh-Day Adventist.

And you know what?
I hope I get bewitched by '’em
all.

I think your exam results
have just arrived.

Open it.

They'’re early.

Time is up now.

He'’s okay.
Come on, get up, Frankie. Come
on.

- You all right?
- He'’s okay.

- You passed.
- You got three honors.

English, French and history.

Well done.

- Congratulations, you dolt.
- It'’s probably a mistake.

- Don'’t be so rotten.
- Just kidding.

Frankie passed his exams.
He did really well.

I knew you could do it.You'’re a genius and a high king.

Thanks.

Ma, I meant what I said. I'’m notgonnaput up with that stuff anymore.

I know, I know.
There are plenty of good
Protestants.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

It'’s a shame they're all dead.

- What happened to the priest?
- Had to run. Urgent exorcism.

Actors? Sure, I'’ve had 'em all
in this car.

Laurence Olivier himself no
less...

having a right barney with
Vivien Leigh
right where you'’re sitting.

Robert Redford, Paul Newman
in the same week.

Of course,
I do a bit of acting meself.

There he is! Ma!

Go on.
Straight through.

Do it, Da!

It'’s only a gate.

Kids.

- Hiya. I missed you.
- Welcome home, Sheriff.

Thank you, partner.

Hey, Noelie.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks, Da.

I knew you'’d do it.

- We'’ve missed you.
- And I missed you.

So, are you excited
about going to college?

Well...

I still want to see the world.

You know?

It'’s all there for you, Frankie.

I'’m not sure where to start.

Everything'’s turned
on its head.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

Poor old Elvis, eh?
End of an era.

I had this party planned,
but we had to cancel it.

Nelson'’s in mourning.

Well, maybe--

You mightn'’t have a party,
but you could have a wake.

That'’s not a bad idea.

To Elvis Aaron Presley...

the greatest singer
that ever lived.

Born January 8, 1935,
in Tupelo, Mississippi.

Died August 16, 1977...

in Graceland, Memphis,
Tennessee.

The King is dead.

Long live the King.

Long live the King!

Well, it'’s one for the money
Two for the show

Three to get ready
Now, go, cat, go

But don'’t you
step on my blue suede shoes

Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede
shoes

Well, it'’s blue, blue
blue suede shoes

Blue, blue
blue suede shoes

Yeah, blue, blue
Blue suede shoes, baby

Blue, blue, blue suede shoes

Well, you can do anything
but lay off of my blue suede
shoes

- Hi.
- Hi.

So...

what are you gonna do
with the rest of your life?

Haven'’t decided.

College, travel.

Both.
How about you?

I'’m going to Paris for six
months.

Work part-time,
study part-time.

Live out all those fantasiesof sitting in cafes and readingbooks.

Sounds great.

Listen.

Do you wanna dance?

Okay.

I'’ll see ya.
Take it easy.

Bye.

Look, I just wanna
tell you something.

Where I come from,
if you like someone...

you just tell them.

You don'’t hide itlike you'’re afraid of something.

You make absolutely sure that
personknows exactly how you feel aboutthem.

I like that.

And I like you.
A lot.

So you don'’t wanna dance?

Do you wanna go for a walk?

You sure about this?

Yeah, I'’m sure.

Okay then, let'’s walk.

Paris.
That'’s a great idea.

Why didn'’t I think of that?

Sweetheart.