Nancy!
Ta-da!
I met Harry Fitzsimmons in the village,
and I persuaded him back.
He's in the cellar getting a special bottle.
[piano playing]
Have a nice sleep, pet?
Drinks.
There's no point, Grandfather.
There'll not be a train till half past 1:00.
I see other things than trains.
I gather it's a celebration.
Oh! Be careful. It's prewar.
Uh-huh.
But then it's not every day you're 18.
Mmm. I love champagne.
Put a cushion under your behind, dear.
You'll get piles.
No one can get piles sitting on this.
It's bone-dry.
Do as you're told.
Sir, a glass of champagne?
How joyful.
For me?
Bridie, you shouldn't.
A diary!
It's not this year's, but you can still write in it.
Last year's are cheaper.
Thank you, Bridie!
Just so long as you keep me out of it.
Bridie?
God is good.
Well, happy birthday, Nancy.
This is the only present I have for you.
[piano playing]
Oh, listen!
That must be Maeve playing the Chopin.
She's very talented, isn't she, huh?
Pretty girl.
I saw Robert on the line this morning.
No, Father.
I tell you, I did.
Or maybe it was yesterday.
Robert is dead.
Who are they talking about?
He's always seeing things.
And who's Robert?
Robert Gulliver, my father.
Of course. Yes. Sorry. Sorry, Nancy.
It was the music.
If you want your food hot,
You'd better come and get it.
Good-bye, school.
Good-bye!
So, where did you disappear to?
Nancy leads a secret life.
I'm awfully good. I never ask, do I?
Bridie's cake has been a sore temptation.
You must cut it.
Mmm. And make a wish.
Did you make a wish?
It's a pity you missed the cucumber sandwiches.
Bridie makes superb cucumber sandwiches, Mary.
You have to cut the bread very thin.
That's the secret.
No point in having them
If the bread isn't thin.
And the pepper, of course.
Cake.
Never touch cake.
It's a monkey's wedding.
She means it's raining when the sun is shining.
Aha.
Uh, Nancy, I wondered, um...
I thought we might pop down
and see Maeve just for a while.
So much for wishes.
Nancy?
If we take the long way around,
make a walk out of it.
Heh. Right.
This next one's Uncle Gabriel.
At least some of him.
Aunt Mary says after Ypres
They didn't find much of him to bury.
[Irish accent] whether they're in heaven
Or in hell, it can't be much worse
Than it is here.
Ha ha. Bridie.
Did you enjoy being in the war?
Um...well, moments here and there.
Were you afraid?
Afraid of killing someone?
Oh ho!
Of being killed, then?
Well, you try to control it.
Tiredness.
I think that's what I remember feeling most.
Did you feel like a hero?
Uh...well, we were just straightforward soldiers.
I think the parents were disappointed when I got out,
especially Mother.
But you know mothers.
And have you a burning desire
to go on being a stockbroker?
Well, I suppose when you're older,
you won't ask such silly questions.
One has to do something to make money.
A girl now just waits for some bloke
to come along and lay it all at her feet.
"Burning desire."
I suppose you're filled with it.
Only at this moment. To understand.
What do you want to understand?
Everything.
I dare say it's all written down somewhere.
When you get to college,
You can busy yourself looking it all up.
Do you think I'm pretty?
What?
Um...
well, um...
you'll...
improve.
You're--you're a bit, uh...
immature?
Mmm.
Harry! I'm all on my own.
Mummy and Daddy have gone out to dinner.
Oh, Nancy!
How nice.
It's her birthday.
Today? How gorgeous!
You don't look 18.
Gorgeous. No more school.
Next thing, you'll be getting married,
Won't she, Harry?
Yes, I suppose she will.
What did you get her?
Well, actually, nothing, yet.
What would you like, Nancy?
I don't really--
Harry: no, I absolutely insist.
You must have something.
I'd love to go to the theater.
Oh, what a grand idea!
A novella's on at the Gate.
May I come, too? Please, may I come, too?
You wouldn't mind, Nancy?
Not in the least. Actually, I meant
Riders to the Sea at the Abbey.
Gorgeous!
Right. Yes. The Abbey it is.
Harry will arrange it all.
Now, we must toast the birthday girl
with a glass of sherry.
Harry, there's whiskey if you prefer.
Right.
Well, I ought to go and give her a hand.
"Gorgeous.
No more school."
They only needed me
to get them through the first smile.
I must go now.
It has been delightful.
Thank you.
So kind.
Au revoir.
Happy birthday, me!
Bridie wants a nice clean bowl.
Harry says he's taking me to the theater.
To town? What about the curfew?
Harry knows all about that.
Do take care of the black and tans
and trouble.
And Maeve.
Aunt Mary, what do you think of men?
Ordinary men or Irishmen?
I think I'm in love.
With Harry?
What nonsense.
He's the only unattached male you've ever known.
I expect you've got a crush on him.
Oh, I don't mean Harry's not nice.
He's just not amazing...
in any way.
He's amazingly beautiful.
Oh, yes, a flat sort of beauty.
There needs to be something more interesting.
He should've stayed in the army.
He would have made a perfectly beautiful general.
Mother gave me life this day 18 years ago,
and I killed her.
There's gratitude for you.
Soon afterwards,
my father, Robert,
just disappeared.
So Aunt Mary has been everything to me
right from the beginning.
[coughing]
Miss Nancy Gulliver?
Who are you?
I hope I haven't alarmed you.
I'm not easily frightened.
Are you a criminal?
A criminal?
No, I'm not.
I hope you'll believe that.
I'll believe whatever you tell me.
That's not always wise, is it?
I haven't much experience
of people telling lies.
No. I can see that.
You don't look well.
Oh, I'm all right.
I'd just like to know who you are.
Are you being philosophical
or merely inquisitive?
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Ah.
I saw your note.
I'm a great respecter of privacy.
I apologize for having invaded yours.
I like your choice of books, too.
Why did you choose my hut?
I don't suppose you'll believe me,
But it was my hut long before you were born.
I used to know this place as a child.
You come from around here?
In a way.
The original line used to...
it was washed away one winter,
and the, um...
the hut was thrown together more or less
by the railway workers.
I'm raging! I thought it was my discovery.
Well, it is now.
It's all changed so much.
I had an impression it was all so much bigger.
30 years makes quite a difference.
No, it's...40.
40 Years.
40 years makes quite a difference in a place.
I have to go.
Oh. So soon?
To Dublin to see a play.
The Abbey?
Some lucky young man.
And a woman.
Ah.
Well...
good-bye.
Good-bye.
Is there anything you want?
Yes.
Please, if you don't mind, um...
Silence about my being here.
I don't blab.
Good-bye!
Good evening, Nancy!
Up the smoke.
Hello, Mr. Carroll. To the theater.
Isn't that nice, now, for you?
Some young fella in the case, I'll be by.
It seems like only yesterday
You were down here pestering the life out of me
For a ride on the turntable.
And now it's altogether different things on your mind.
How are your aunt and the General?
They're well, thank you.
He's had a good run for his money, god bless him.
Never get into a carriage with a single gent...
unless, of course, I know him.
Mind yourself, now, Nancy.
These are bad times.
Thank you, Mr. Carroll.
Sad times.
I hope you haven't been waiting long.
No, no, no.
Thank you.
Well, you look nice.
Just tidy. Aunt Mary stood threateningly by.
She said I looked like a human being for once.
Not a runner bean or a French bean
Or even a has-been.
Oh, do shut up, Nancy. Why do you always go on so?
Has Maeve decided not to come?
No, she's meeting us at the theater.
Oh, good.
Nancy, don't stare.
For heaven's sake!
I know, it's crazy.
But I'm always wondering
About my father,
Thinking he might be somewhere around--
Here even, in Dublin.
[horn honks]
But you know he's dead.
No, I don't.
I don't at all.
Mother's dead, I know that.
I have her hairbrush.
No one will ever talk about my father.
How can they be sure he's dead?
I met a man recently.
Who?
His name's not important.
He has none of my features,
But... I get the feeling.
Oh, Nancy.
Yes, I know.
Common sense tells me he couldn't be my father,
Too much of a coincidence.
But I still wonder.
Who is this man?
Somebody.
Where was he drowned?
The gray pony knocked him over into the sea...
and he was washed out
Where there is a great surf
On the white rocks.
They're all gone now.
There isn't anything more the sea can do to me here.
I'll have no call now
to be up crying and praying
when the wind breaks from the south.
And you can hear the surf is in the east
and the surf is in the west,
making a great stir with the two noises
and the hitting one on the other.
I'll have no call
to be going down and getting holy water
in the dark nights after Sambain.
Go right down, then stop at the barrier.
It's you, Mr. Fitzsimmons.
Drive on.
Halt.
Good night, Maeve.
Good night, Nancy.
Night.
Dear Nancy.
They're all gone now.
There isn't anything more the sea can do to me.
[whimpering]
Puppy.
Come on, you.
What are you up to, miss?
Just a bit peckish.
Half an hour after your lunch?
Maybe you have a tapeworm.
I didn't think you'd come.
I brought you some few bits and pieces.
Thank you. Don't worry about me.
I'm very good at managing.
Are you dying?
No. No more than anyone else.
It seemed like an explanation
for your being here.
Oh. Well, I'm not a romantic hero.
I'd much rather die in a warm bed
with a bottle of good claret--
to cease upon the midnight with no pain.
It's the beating thought.
Tell me about yourself.
I'm an orphan.
I live over the headland with the General and my aunt.
The General's my grandfather.
He fought in the Crimea.
I've just left school.
I'm going to university, Trinity, after the summer.
What's your name?
To read what?
History.
Aunt Mary wanted me to go to Oxford,
But...well, we didn't really have the money.
She says it's probably for the best, anyway,
Because if there's going to be a war with England,
I'd be better off staying here.
Do you mind if I have one of those bananas?
No. Of course not.
Does your aunt think there's gonna be
a real war with England?
She says they're all such fearful muddlers,
there might be.
Were you in France?
Yes, I was.
I was four bloody years in the artillery.
I was a damn good soldier.
I became a major.
Saw young men, old men, heroes...
just poor sods die for what...
we believed were the rights
of the small nations.
I thought we were striking
a million blows for justice.
Of course, I was wrong.
How old are you?
I'm not...
I'm not what you'd call--
I'm not what I...
I'm not what I call old.
Yet I seem to have reached the stage
When the past nudges its way
constantly into my life...
uninvited, willy-nilly.
It's very unnerving.
What do you mean?
I used to be so sure, Nancy,
So devastatingly sure.
Now everything I do becomes tentative.
I have to squash doubts,
Sharpen constantly
At the edges of my thoughts.
It's always the voices from the past.
I'm sorry. I don't usually meander.
I don't mind.
I don't know what you're talking about,
But I like listening to you.
You're really funny, you know that?
[thunder]
We're going to get soaked. Come on.
[thunder]
Are you afraid of me, Nancy?
Of course not.
You hardly know me.
I'd get into a carriage with you,
if that's what you mean.
People don't frighten me.
Only the clever ones who seem to know everything.
You must know that they don't know everything.
Are you sure they can't, really?
I'm never sure.
I'm sure about you.
Are you going to kill me?
I just thought you ought to know.
Have you?
I use it when I have to.
I make no apologies.
You kill people.
Yes.
You see, my war isn't over yet.
You can't stay here.
I will have to tell someone.
Go ahead, if you feel you have to.
And don't think I'll bring you
any more bananas or anything.
Oh, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.
Go away! Don't you realize we know officers, people?
I will have to tell them!
You're absolutely soaking.
Run up and change your clothes, dear.
No need to lay yourself open to rheumatism, is there?
Mary?
Coming, pet.
He's so much better today.
He's even asked for toast.
Child, you're dripping all over Bridie's floor.
Oh, yes.
Harry telephoned.
He and Maeve are expecting you to dinner
Around 7:00.
And you said yes?
How--
bloody!
Swearing is unbecoming in one so young.
And you'll take all the paint off
if you go on doing that.
He's using me!
He needs me there as a sort of...
Ballast?
Yes!
Darling ballast!
There's hardly any paint left on anyway.
It's all so beastly shabby.
General: Mary?
I will go to the police.
Go to Harry.
Well, I'm glad he isn't.
He can't be my father.
Deliriously glad.
Not too long in the water, pet.
You'll get some wrinkles.
Why can't I think straight?
I can hear the silence of total inaction,
and I need to come in.
You can come on in.
I've got nothing to hide.
Are all informers rats?
Yes, dear.
What did you say?
Informers,
rats.
Well...
I suppose sometimes
it would be silly not to inform,
if that's the word you wish to use,
though in this country,
it's one that has
rather nasty connotations.
Impossible question.
Circumstances are never the same.
As a matter of fact,
I've often wondered about Judas.
Maybe he was terribly strong,
the true hero.
I only say maybe, now.
What?
Can't hear you.
Do your musings elsewhere.
Hello.
They've lost my glasses.
My goodness.
Very nice, dear.
I suppose it's all right for girls of your age
to wear black.
Don't look so sullen.
You'll have a grand time once you're there.
Nancy!
Very pretty.
It's even prettier.
You look like a witch.
No, not a witch.
The other sort.
A sorceress.
Can you think of a toast?
To people...
who don't blab.
I'll drink to that.
All right?
Grandfather's 84.
Mm-hmm.
He just sits and watches the trains go by.
He has these field glasses.
He says he saw my father the other day.
Yeah.
Your name's not Robert, is it?
No.
My father was called Robert.
Oh, come on now, Nancy.
You can't blame me for that, can you?
Why not you?
What is your name?
You don't give up, do you?
We used to come down here every day.
Who did?
We did when we were children.
In the pony and trap
With our governess.
She always let us stay
until the train had passed.
It was a long time ago,
Long before I became the person I am now--
a truly seedy revolutionary.
I'm sorry about the things I said.
It's just all this killing business.
I hate it so much.
I feel no guilt at all about what I do, Nancy.
After all, your grandfather was a killer, wasn't he?
But they gave him medals to bear and a pension.
And he was off plundering other people's land,
creating an empire for a little old lady
with a thing like a tea cozy on her head.
Indeed, if he'd been younger,
He'd be down the street
Killing his fellow countrymen.
Don't say that.
But as you say,
he's a lovable, irritating old man
who mumbles and sings,
and when he dies, you will all cry.
I have to go home now and face the music.
Why? What have you done?
A bit like you,
I went on the run.
Oh.
I know.
What?
I'll call you Cassius.
Cassius? Why?
Because you have a lean and hungry look.
As I recall,
He came to a sticky end, didn't he?
"So often shall the knot of us be called
the men that gave their country freedom."
The lot of us or the knot of us?
The knot of us.
One thing-- it might be better
if you do visit me tomorrow,
To leave it till the evening again.
Why?
Good night, Miss Gulliver.
[whistling]
Well...
Honestly, Nancy.
I've been out of my mind with worry.
Honestly, Nancy.
Hello, Grandfather.
Honestly, Nancy.
We'll talk about this in the morning.
I'm going to put Father to bed.
Me to bed? But--
It's late, Dad, and you're tired.
I am not tired, and I don't sleep.
Well, I do.
I simply don't understand you, Nancy.
Mary's been very upset.
Why on earth did you have to tell her?
Informer!
We thought you must be taken ill or something.
You have to grow up to learn to behave.
Whaa!
[meow]
Mice.
How could there be mice
With a cat in here?
They're his friends.
I'm ravenous.
Like a sandwich, Harry?
A glass of milk?
No, thanks. I've eaten.
Here you are, then.
Good cat.
Evil people have yellow eyes.
Witches.
Sorcerers have yellow eyes.
So where did you rush off to?
The beach.
I walked.
I felt purified.
Do you feel like that after making love?
Um...
I--I don't know.
You mean you've never?
Not even with the possibility
of dying in the war?
Look, I refuse to answer questions like that.
You mean you've really never ever...
done it?
I mean, you're so old.
Well, I tell you something,
I'm not going to be immature for long.
First of all I'll lose my virginity,
that's a terrible liability.
Then I'll join the Republicans.
What do you think of that for a plan?
I think you can be an awful brat at times.
I deplore bad taste.
Why do I put up with you?
Because I madly love you,
and you're secretly rather flattered.
You love to see the adoration
glowing in my eyes.
Rot!
But look, Nancy,
tomorrow you must apologize to Maeve.
What is she to think?
That's twice you've run away.
I'll have done it
by the time I'm your age!
Done what, dear?
Got my degree.
I really want him to like me.
Oh, Nancy.
Nancy.
Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry, pet.
Are you all right?
Are you sure you'll not come with us?
Maybe next time.
The Brabazon girls will be disappointed.
Now I should be back early evening.
Make sure he eats some lunch.
I'll shovel it into him.
I need a clear conscience at the races.
Some people say gambling's a sin.
Hail, Nancy.
Hello.
Morning, General.
How is he today?
Poor soul.
I bet he wishes
he could come with us.
Gracious.
You're as tall as Mary.
Look, Nancy, look.
Aren't we brown?
We've been to Marseilles.
Near Marseilles. Not actually Marseilles.
Smelly brute of a place.
Careful, Mary.
We have the most delicious champagne
In that basket.
It comes all the way from the place of its birth.
Next time you must come!
It was perfectly safe.
And dear old car behaved
Like a perfect gentleman.
Didn't he, George?
Toodle-oo!
May I borrow them?
There's nothing at all to see.
Oh, I see things.
I pass my days seeing things.
Good glasses.
Loot from Talana Hill.
Do you remember Robert?
Well?
Robert?
I took them from a dead Boer.
Never forget his face.
What about my father Robert?
If you kill someone,
they tend to leave their face with you,
a sort of present.
Death is an old jest,
But it comes to everyone.
Kipling, perhaps.
Sounds like the sort of thing he'd say.
Turgenev, maybe.
Robert.
Never cared for Russians.
Robert was a Bolshevist.
Surely not.
Murder is all in our beds.
What have you done with the General?
He keeps dozing.
Grand. Then you have the time
to help me pick
The last of the blackberries.
Did you ever write in that diary?
Oh, Bridie.
You don't have to write.
No, I mean pages and pages.
It's another way of seeing yourself.
Like a mirror.
Like examining your spots.
You don't have spots.
Inside, I do.
I gave up looking in the mirror years ago.
What did you do
a thing like that for last night?
Impulse.
If you were a ratatatted on the backside
when you were young,
you wouldn't be impulsing around now.
You're supposed to be a lady.
Them as you ran out on
isn't fit to be sweeping the streets.
You let your aunt down
In front of people like that.
[bell rings]
Oh, wouldn't you know?
It's bound to be someone awful.
Or nuns.
I just thought I'd pop up,
see if you'd recovered.
Oh, yes!
I mean, I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't...
can I get you some tea?
Mmm.
Would you like to come in. Or out?
Let's stay out. It's so lovely.
Good.
In the garden?
Make some fresh.
Fuss. Fuss.
I don't want her, of all people,
saying she got stewed tea in this house.
You'd think she was the Queen of England.
If she was,
damn the tea she'd get in my kitchen.
Don't be silly, Bridie.
Put the silver out for her.
I'm a Republican.
You and your big words.
Oh, come on.
Boil, will you?
It's a splendid house.
At one time, but it's falling apart.
It'll need a lot of money spent on it.
Daddy's full of ideas.
For what?
You know my father wants to buy this place.
He needs the land for development.
Houses.
Nice houses.
For professional people.
Your aunt needs a bungalow now.
No stairs.
My aunt would never sell this house.
They're negotiating. Surely she told you.
I suppose I didn't want to worry you, pet,
but it's the only sensible thing to do.
What is?
Sell.
The good Mr. Pringle is advising me.
He's a very sensible man.
We could sell the land and keep the house.
Oh, no, no.
I don't think I could face that.
The house is part of the deal.
I suspect they want it for themselves.
I know, pet.
You see, since Gabriel was killed--
he would never have let this happen--
it's been a bit
like those people pursued by wolves
who throw everything out of the sledge.
I kept going by selling things.
Now there's almost nothing left.
Is there anything I can do?
No.
Everything changes, Nancy,
I suppose for the best.
Though I don't imagine
I'll ever know for sure,
but you must be part of that.
Face up to reality.
Not just drift like me.
I've been happy,
calm,
and useless most of my life.
But you, you're just beginning to live.
The great thing to remember is
there's nothing to be afraid of.
You'll learn that as you get older.
All the horrible things
we do to each other, we do out of fear.
I'm drunk.
Only a bit.
Hmm.
Is it very terrible being grown-up?
I wouldn't know, pet.
I don't think it's ever happened to me.
Perhaps now.
Maeve said they'd build you a bungalow.
Don't be a bloody fool.
I'll find a cottage somewhere in the hills
Overlooking the sea.
The world can go mad,
and Bridie and I will sit reading the papers,
backing a few horses.
We share a lot of memories, you know.
Sounds terribly...
dull.
Not a bit of it.
I only hope
They won't be too precipitate.
You know...
he'll miss the trains and things.
The General says you're a Bolshevik.
No, my father.
He says my father was one.
Would that describe you?
No, I haven't thought
of a label for myself yet.
Don't you ever get lonely?
No.
Have you ever had a child?
No. I had a wife once,
but she passed on...
to another husband.
Why did she do that?
I suppose when I married her,
she considered me a someone.
In those days I could have told you
my name and my address.
I used to carry little cards with me
and give them to people
so they would know that I existed.
She liked that.
Had a house in London.
She liked that, too.
After five years, I'd become...
I don't know, merely an embarrassment to her,
I suppose.
Was she beautiful?
Oh, yes.
Beautiful face.
Beautiful body.
It's important, isn't it?
Well, you know, Nancy, a woman can spend years
Wondering if other women are more beautiful.
Years staring into the glass,
touching her delicate skin
with anxious fingers.
I used to watch her.
At first I found it quite lovable.
It's just another encumbrance really, isn't it?
Aunt Mary's going to sell our house
To Maeve's father.
He's going to build lots of houses,
posh houses.
Yes, I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
But I love it here.
You've never known anything else, have you?
Nothing stands still, Nancy.
Nothing.
You make me feel very old.
18, I can barely remember how it felt.
I used to hunt twice a week
and didn't dare speak to girls at parties--
your Aunt Mary being one of them.
Was she pretty?
Oh, yes.
A bit sharp with the tongue.
Still is.
She had beautiful skin.
I remember the way she moved--
with poise.
Nostalgia.
It's a disease, Nancy Gulliver.
Avoid it.
Nothing of value gets lost with change.
I must go.
Is there anything you want?
Oh, yes.
Do you ever go into town?
I can.
Could you deliver a message for me?
Yes.
You're sure?
What about tomorrow?
I can't. I said I'd go
to the races with Aunt Mary.
What races are those?
Leopardstown.
That isn't tomorrow.
That's Saturday.
Some holidays are always the same.
I don't know
what day of the week it is.
Don't go.
If the races aren't until Saturday,
I can take your message tomorrow.
You go along ahead.
I'll catch up with you in a moment.
Do you know Bewly's on Grafton Street?
Sit at table seven and give it
to the young man there at 1:00.
All right? Good.
The blackberries are very small this year.
Those bushes are past it.
Will you mind leaving here, Bridie?
It's all the one to me.
I'll be fully occupied wherever I am.
Why should I mind?
You might miss your friends.
It's only down the road, we'll be,
Not off to America or the like.
Anyway, it's only young ones like you
with your head in the clouds
that take half an hour
To pick over a few blackberries
that has time to fret about such things.
Did you know my father, Bridie?
I did.
And then again, I didn't.
Full of charm.
Airy-fairy.
That's not much to go on.
Here one minute,
gone the next.
That was the make of him.
Not one for marrying at all.
Why did he, then?
I suppose you're of age now.
He had to see her right.
He was a gentleman, if nothing else.
You mean I'm...
I suppose...
well...
Then they must have loved each other.
What would they be wanting to do a thing like that for
if they didn't?
Now, don't go bothering her with it all.
She has enough bothers on her as it is.
Anyway...
what of it?
You're young.
You're well-reared.
We all love you.
[whistle blows]
Hello.
I thought he'd never go.
Will you have a coffee?
Uh, two coffees, please.
What about a cake or something?
What's your name?
Nancy Gulliver.
Gulliver?
I never knew anyone was called Gulliver.
That's great.
I've learned something today.
My mother always says
you should learn something new each day.
I'm Joe Mulhare. How are you?
Are you still at school?
Oh, of course you're not.
It's just that you look youngish.
I'm 18.
It's a terrible thing to look young.
Nobody takes you seriously.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
That's magic.
We should both have a wish.
I mean, that's what we used to say.
Do you have anything for me, Nancy?
Man: there's a table over there.
How did you get mixed up in this?
You don't at all seem the type.
I'm just doing a kindness
for an acquaintance.
Acquaintance is right.
He doesn't allow himself friends.
They say he's English.
No. He's one of us.
Which is?
Irish.
The landed gentry more like.
He's not one of us. Not one of the people.
Everybody's one of the people.
Ha. You're showing your age.
Fancy a walk?
All right.
Grand.
Up, up, up, up!
Nancy!
What's wrong?
What are you staring at?
Nothing.
[laughing]
I don't suppose we'll ever meet again.
Don't you?
Would you like us to?
Good.
In a while,
when we know what's going to happen.
Yes. I'd like that.
Really?
Really.
I hate it. I absolutely hate it.
Why do you wear it, then?
My mother thinks I'll die of cold or consumption
if I go around with a bare head.
She's exactly like Aunt Mary.
We're here.
Yes.
We can say good-bye here, if you're all right.
Of course I'm all right.
It's been...
um, grand.
[steam hissing]
[train whistle blows]
What on earth were you up to this afternoon, huh?
Who was that chap-- the little tyke?
I met him in the library.
He was getting books for his mother.
Well, he didn't look like someone
whose mother could read.
I really feel I ought to tell your aunt.
I like buses. Hamlet.
Yes, he got a Hamlet and some others, um...
Great Expectations, something in French...
I can't remember exactly.
Why don't you take that silly hat off?
Nancy: "don't be too long, dear,"
she said as he left the room.
You can't exactly languish in bed
without anything to read, can you?
She'd just had her appendix out.
I thought you'd missed the train.
We've been having a lovely row.
I'll be down in a minute.
Poor Harry.
You'll need a drink, then.
Do take off that silly hat, dear.
You'll be bald by the time you're 40.
You going to join me?
I can't swim.
We might be seen.
It could be dangerous.
Who could possibly see us?
Come on!
It's far too dangerous.
Come on!
What's that?
My aunt's whiskey.
Here's to your Aunt Mary.
I got it at the Battle of Ypres.
It's horrible.
I take it
Your journey went according to plan.
I met Joe Mulhare at Bew--
No names, please.
He said that Broy said you should move on.
It would be best.
Ah. Did he?
I suppose this means you'll go away?
Tastes faintly of milk of magnesia.
Like sand between the teeth.
Will you tell me where to?
Away.
I wish you'd answer a question just once.
You always ask the wrong ones.
I wish you didn't have to kill people.
You'll understand one day.
May a daughter kiss her father good-bye?
Don't let them catch you.
I told you,
I intend to die in my bed
With a good bottle
Of Scottish malt beside me.
You still going to the races tomorrow?
To please my aunt.
I must be getting old.
The first time in years
I regret having to say good-bye.
What a lovely thing to say.
I shan't be the last man
To say that to you, Nancy Gulliver.
Good-bye.
Nancy...
Joe Mulhare's a good young man.
Remember that if you see him again.
[horn honks]
Nancy, come on!
Coming!
Now, Bridie, remember...
The General doesn't like
To be fussed over.
Bye-bye.
Good-bye.
Good-bye!
[honk honk honk]
Golly!
It's the Sinners!
Beg your pardon, ladies.
We need your car.
Say that again.
We need a car.
It's for the cause.
Tommy Roche. I thought so.
That's not Tommy.
You're much taller.
You lay one finger on this car,
this car,
And I'll tell your mother what you've been up to.
And she'll tan your rebel backside for you.
Sorry, ma'am. We didn't know it was you.
Any other car--
the Morris, for instance--
But not this one. You should know
It's a sort of household pet.
Sorry, miss.
We thought yours was still in France.
If you'll kindly remove your cart.
We're late as it is.
Well...
Whatever next?
We were safer in France,
If you ask me.
Do you think we should go to the police?
Don't be silly, Mary, dear.
They might get into trouble.
Joe!
- Ready? - Right!
Right!
Away you go!
[screaming]
[gunshot]
Harry: I just heard. Is everybody all right?
Young Harry.
Bridie: they're in here.
Come in, Harry. Of course we're all right.
It was kind of you to come.
I do apologize
For charging in like this.
You'll join us. Won't you?
Well, I'm, uh, not really dressed.
We can forgo the niceties today.
Thank you.
The police kept us for ages asking questions.
All I could tell them was that he wore a hat and coat.
I didn't see him at all.
Were you near anything, Nancy?
12 soldiers dead at one instance.
All officers.
They must have been following each one.
You've all been splendidly brave.
12 less
to torture our poor boys.
Bridie, really!
What an awful thing to say.
Well, it's my point of view.
And mine.
My dear Nancy, you know nothing about it.
I'm learning.
Don't be cheeky to your aunt.
She's had a hard day.
We've all had a hard day.
I'm sorry. I don't think I can finish this.
Nor I.
I think we should go, Celia.
We're all upset and tired.
Who have you been talking to?
You shouldn't say things like that, Nancy.
Like what?
Well, you're too young to understand these things.
I don't think you understand them either.
Harry: Nancy!
Harry wore that self-same uniform.
I thought about you
When I saw that poor young man lying there.
He wore it in a different war,
Someone else's war--
England's war.
But this isn't a war.
Of course it is, Mary, dear.
Whether you know it or not,
You're going to have to make up your mind
Which side you're on.
Right. Come on. Out.
Move it!
Fall out. Move it out.
Come on! Come on!
Ma'am.
Who is it?
Them.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Come in. What can I do for you?
Outside is swarming with soldiers.
Captain Rankin. They're my fellows.
I was wondering if I could have a word.
Of course.
Captain, Miss Celia Brabazon,
Miss Georgina Brabazon,
My father General Dwyer,
My niece Nancy, and Harry, a friend of the family.
Captain Rankin and I are old friends.
I'm sure you've all heard
about what happened at the races today.
Yes. We must offer our sympathies.
Thank you.
If we may, we really must go.
George...
It's been a terrible, bloody day.
Now go to bed early
and don't let anyone stop you.
We'll call you tomorrow on the telephone.
I'll come with you to the door.
Oh, Harry, be a dear and go and keep an eye on Bridie.
This will be upsetting her.
Please be seated. Excuse me.
Celia: I hope they're not crawling
All over the motor.
You weren't by any chance
At Talana Hill, were you?
Young man, you.
No, sir. That was a bit before my time.
Move it!
Come on, move it!
Your soldiers seem to be everywhere.
I'm sorry.
We're looking for this man.
He's armed and extremely dangerous.
I'll go and console Bridie.
I'd rather you stayed. I have a few questions.
The face rings a bell,
But a distant one.
No, I haven't seen that man.
General.
My father never goes out.
Nancy.
No.
Are you absolutely sure?
He's a ruthless killer.
Almost certainly the man
Who planned the atrocity--
Yes. We were there.
We saw it, or part of it.
A massacre.
These people are animals.
I'm sorry we can't be of more help.
I shan't disturb you any longer.
Good night.
Thank you.
I saw a man on the railway line.
Sir?
I saw a man on the railway line.
Could this be the man, sir?
That's not my son.
Of course it isn't, dear.
You'll upset him.
Please go now.
Ask Nancy.
She was talking to him.
Is this true, Nancy?
That was only an old tramp.
I told you that.
It was old Fortycoats.
He's always hanging around.
When was this?
Couple of days ago.
On the railway line?
Yes.
Would it have been this tramp
You saw talking to Miss Nancy
On the line, sir?
Mary?
I think it must have been, pet.
Very well.
Thank you for your help.
I'll see you to the door, captain.
And then I'll put you to bed, father.
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshots]
I'm going to have a very strong drink
And then to bed.
Would you like one?
It wasn't a tramp, was it?
No.
I hope you're not doing anything you'll regret.
How do you ever know?
Hmm.
In a moral dilemma,
it's always best to do the right thing.
You knew the man
in the picture, didn't you?
Angus.
Angus Barry.
His family owned
A huge estate down the coast.
And you kept that back?
They probably know who he is
If they're looking for him.
His family died out.
I was sure he was dead, too.
Is there something you want to tell me?
No.
Good night, then.
Good night.
[stairs creaking]
Thank god.
I hoped you'd be gone.
The army's everywhere.
Were you followed?
No. Where will you go?
I know a safe place along the coast.
Go now.
The soldiers said you were a ruthless killer.
Praise indeed.
Those 12 at the racecourse.
So?
They were soldiers.
Are you Angus Barry?
I might have been at one time...
but no longer.
Stay here for a while until I'm gone.
I hope I haven't done you
too much harm, Nancy.
Go now.
Please.
Right there, Major Barry!
Run, Cassius!
There's no point in running.
Go away, Nancy!
Go now!
We know you're armed.
Throw down your gun.
We'll shoot you and the girl if you do anything stupid.
The girl has no part in this. She's a child.
Let her go. Then you can take me.
Oh, no.
Come on the sand.
When you let the girl go.
Go now, Nancy.
Turn round, walk through them,
And keep going.
What will happen to you?
Prison again.
That's all.
Now turn and go!
Is that the truth?
Yes.
I'll visit you every day.
Good-bye.
[gunshots]
No!
Hold your fire.
Please let me help him!
For Christ's sake, Tweedie,
take that girl back to her parents!
Why?
Why did you shoot him?
Why?
Did you sleep?
No.
I heard shooting in the middle of the night.
Was that what it was?
Well, it's nothing new these days.
Harry and Maeve are coming.
I think they're going to announce their engagement.
Will that upset you?
No.
Not a bit.
Well, that's all right, then.
I wouldn't like you to be upset.