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(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(CAWING)
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
ANNOUNCER: (ON RADIO)...the big fight and the big match.
It's a real knockout with a celebration 8-page pull-out
featuring portrayals of Barry McGuigan and the Irish Triple Crown heroes.
Plus expert views on two of the most exciting events in Irish sporting history.
From the power of the punch to the power of the pack,
- it's a champion article... - (PHONE RINGING)
(RADIO CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
MAN 1: Here. Here you are.
MAN 2: That'll do it.
MAN 3: Did you see Barry McGuigan fighting last night?
MAN 4: I did, yeah.
Some fighter. Hands like shovels.
MAN 3: Jesus Christ...
MAN 4: I suppose I'd be in his weight class, would I?
MAN 5: You probably would.
(COAL BAGS THUD)
- (DOG BARKS) - MAN: Hey, Billy.
BILL: Jimmy.
- MRS KEHOE: PJ? - I'll just take two.
Ach, you'll need more than two.
- Aren't you hungry? - I am.
Isn't Bill paying you enough? Is that what it is, huh?
- PJ: Ah, no. - I'll give you the beef and mash.
Be saving for the Christmas, Mrs Kehoe. Present for some young one.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MRS KEHOE: Now listen, if there's a girl involved,
sure you'll be needing the energy.
Get that into you now. Put hairs on your chest.
Enjoy that, now.
- Can't get the staff. - Very good.
- Now give us a shout if you need anything. - Thank you.
MAN: Thanks, Mrs Kehoe. MRS KEHOE: All right, now.
(PUPILS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
- (GRUNTS) - (BELLS TOLLING)
(BIRDS CLUCKING AND QUACKING IN DISTANCE)
(SACK THUDS)
(CAR APPROACHING)
- (CAR DOOR OPENS) - (GRUNTS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SACK THUDS)
WOMAN: Are you gonna tell us?
GIRL: Just listen to me. WOMAN: Get out. Get out now.
GIRL: Mammy, you're not listening to me.
WOMAN: Just why'd you do it?
GIRL: Mammy, don't make me go in there. Please don't make me go in.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
GIRL: Mammy, please!
Mammy! Please, no!
- Please... - Listen to me!
I'm not going in there. Please, Mammy. Please.
- WOMAN: Sarah! - I'm not...
- Stop it! - SARAH: I'm not going!
- (SARAH SOBBING) - Get inside.
- Go on. - Daddy!
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE IDLING)
- (HANDBRAKE CREAKS) - (ENGINE STOPS)
Son?
Hold on.
You all right?
Yeah.
You're Mick Sinnott's boy, aren't you?
Yes, sir.
You're a couple of miles from home.
I came out for sticks with the dog, but he ran off on me again.
Did he?
Well...
He'll come back in a minute, I suppose.
Probably, yeah.
You never know. He's a right dope.
Three years old, and he still doesn't know his name.
(CHUCKLES)
You're all right?
(SOFTLY) Yeah.
Will I drop you back?
Nah. I'll be fine, Mr Furlong.
Are you sure now?
Yes.
Grand.
(COINS JANGLING)
Erm...
All right, say happy Christmas to your family from me.
Yes, sir, you too.
(CHAINS CLANGING)
(LOCK CLICKING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(WOMEN CHATTERING AND LAUGHING)
(CHILDREN PLAYING PAT-A-CAKE)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(CHILDREN CONTINUE CHATTERING)
When's the test?
It's on Monday.
Come on, Kathleen, you be the teacher. Here, catch.
KATHLEEN: Okay. "Sickscious" is not a word.
- Hi, Dad. - KATHLEEN: What am I supposed to do here?
Hi, girls.
- EILEEN: Kathleen... - What? There's nothing on them.
EILEEN: Have you forgotten the names of the rivers already?
GIRL: No. KATHLEEN: You dirty liar.
(GIRLS GIGGLING)
Right, I have it. Hang on.
Okay, right. What's that wiggly one there?
- The River Shannon. - That's easy.
Ah, Sheila.
Right.
- (GIRLS LAUGHING) - And this one here?
The Boyne. The River Boyne.
The River Boyne, correct.
And this one here?
- River Lee. - KATHLEEN: Wow.
- And this one? - The River Liffey.
KATHLEEN: You're a genius.
GIRL: Give me the cards.
- Let me hold it then. - Don't crease it.
Mad. Hey!
Show your daddy how you learnt them?
Show me, love.
She's just a smarty pants.
Here you go. That's your card.
Got two pieces of tracing paper and traced the outline of Ireland
and rivers on one piece.
Added another piece of tracing paper on top and wrote the names.
Good girl.
- GIRL: She's just a smarty pants. - You should see my piece.
- Don't! - No!
- Ha-ha! - Let Kathleen hold it.
GIRL 1: What's that? KATHLEEN: Here we go.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Oh, I saw a school friend of yours.
Yeah, who?
Erm...
Mick Sinnott's boy.
Diarmuid's his name.
- Diarmuid, yeah. - Whereabouts?
Ah, he was out by Tullogher.
Picking up sticks, so he was.
KATHLEEN: Did you not stop and give him a bag of timber off the truck?
What? Don't be daft.
- Thanks, love. - KATHLEEN: You're daft.
GIRL 1: Did you stop and talk to him, Daddy?
I did, yeah.
GIRL 1: What did you talk about?
Er, I said hello and I said...
"Happy Christmas" to his family.
GIRL 1: That all?
I made a ring.
I gave him a bit of loose change.
What did you do that for?
His dad will only drink it.
I mean, he's never not drunk, that man.
Just needs to...
Pull himself out of it.
We don't know that, love.
He might be trying.
Er, girls, have you more homework to do?
(APPLAUSE ON TV)
Jimmy, we have to say goodbye to you.
But believe me, the few moments you've been here,
you really have made the show.
(TV CONTINUES PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
(SIGHS)
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(SIGHS)
(CROWS CAWING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(WATER SPLASHING)
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
(WATER SPLASHING)
(BILL'S MOTHER CRYING)
(BILL'S MOTHER SNIFFLES)
"I will honour Christmas in my heart
"and try to keep it all the year.
"I will live in the past, the present and the future.
"The spirit of all three shall strive within me.
"I will not forget the lessons that they teach."
Billy.
What happened to your coat?
Your mother said there was spit on it?
What was it they said to you?
Nothing.
Don't be listening to them.
(WHISPERS) They're only brats, hmm.
What was it you wrote to Santa for?
- A jigsaw. - A jigsaw?
A difficult one. I hope.
And what would the picture be?
Anything at all.
A farm with animals.
Sure. I can help you if you get stuck on it, yeah.
Are you ready for another Dickens in the new year, do you think?
Yes, Mrs Wilson.
Good boy.
Will you put the record on for me?
(RECORD PLAYER CLICKING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
Ned...
(BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SOBBING)
(SINGING SILENT NIGHT IN GAELIC)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
Thank you. Beautifully sung.
All right now. Shall we?
(ALL EXCLAIM IN AWE)
I'm gonna go ahead and see Bernie.
I told her I'd do flowers for midnight mass.
- Follow me down. - Okay.
(GIRLS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
- BOY: Hey, girls, how are you? - Oh, here they are.
- BOY: Where you going? - Here they are.
- BOY: Here we are. - Nothing better to do, no?
- BOY: Big country, come on! - Yeah, of course. You're hilarious.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- Go on home to your mammies. - Come on.
- You smell lovely. - GIRL: Don't touch us.
Have you nothing better to do than bother us?
EILEEN: Come on.
I wanna show you something.
Come on.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Don't I have a handbag the same colour as those fellas.
- The navy ones? - Yeah.
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
(GIGGLING)
You want to get the right amount.
Well done. Make sure there's no stalks.
- Hi, Dad. - BILL: Hi.
Do you like my perfect circle?
- BILL: Look at that. - Oh, hello.
- BILL: How are we getting on? - Well, good.
Everybody wants to help.
So... all got different stations.
- Show me. - (EILEEN LAUGHS)
This is gonna be the best Christmas cake ever.
- I can't wait. - You say that every single year.
- And every year it gets better and better. - Last year it had a stalk in it.
You were doing the stalks.
The living room is freezing though, so you can warm that.
- Okay, do you want to do the egg, for us? - Yes.
- Come on. - No shells.
- Where are the cherries? - Oh, my God.
- I did not enjoy that shell last year. - The egg is the most important part.
- Go on. Give it a wallop. - (CRACKS EGG)
GIRL: Oh, no shells.
- No shells! - EILEEN: Come on.
ALL: No shells! GIRL: No shells, this year!
Santa Claus, North Pole. That can't be all.
Sure. Everyone up there knows where Santy lives.
Yeah, but how will we know if Santy gets the letters on time?
Erm...
Daddy will post it first thing tomorrow.
Pass me your plates there, girls.
Everything for Santy goes by express.
Thank you.
Grace.
GRACE: Daddy, did Santy ever come to you when you were a little kid?
Daddy?
Did Santy ever bring you anything when you were a little kid?
He did, of course, yeah, he...
He...
One year, he...
He brought me a jigsaw puzzle.
Oh, what?
Only a jigsaw?
Yeah.
I didn't want much.
LORETTA: Not like you, Sheila.
SHEILA: Oh really, Lettie?
Come on now. Finish up your toast before it gets cold.
How long can we stay up?
Right, you can have a half hour.
- GIRLS: Yes! - That's your lot. Deal?
GIRLS: Deal.
EILEEN: Did you hear?
The Wilson family have sold all the livestock.
The house and land are to be auctioned in the new year.
You're not talking with Ned?
(SIGHS)
I haven't seen him since the summer.
(GRUNTS)
I must go out to him some evening.
Invite him over for Christmas Day if he wants.
You wouldn't mind?
The house is full.
What's one more?
Have you thought about what you're getting me?
Took me in this evening.
Oh, God.
Isn't it great you still notice?
What is it you'd like yourself?
Hmm...
There's nothing I need, really.
Well...
Would you not like a shirt or something?
(SIGHS)
Oh, yeah, maybe a book.
Yeah.
Yeah, might sit and...
read it over the Christmas.
What sort of book...
Oh, I don't know.
Actually, erm...
David Copperfield.
Yeah, I never...
I never got around to reading that one.
You all right, love?
You haven't been yourself in a while.
How so?
Well...
You're awful quiet.
Do you ever get worried?
Yeah, well...
coming up to Christmas and the expense of it all.
Yeah. Sure, that's a worry.
Yeah, yeah.
And like...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Like, do you think you're doing all right?
Well, I mean, we're putting away
a couple of bob every week in the Credit Union.
We'll have the windows in the front done by this time next year.
Yeah.
Is it that you're just tired, love?
Is that it?
Must be, yeah.
Yeah, see...
you'd want to stop getting up in the middle of the night, huh.
It's not good for anyone.
(OVEN DOOR OPENS)
(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
MRS WILSON: Beautifully wrapped.
(GIGGLES)
(CHUCKLES)
(GASPS) Oh-ho-ho.
That's gorgeous.
I thought he might be a good companion for the other one you have.
And the same colour, too.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh, thank you, Sarah.
Oh, he's lovely.
What a character.
His little ears.
(CHUCKLES)
- Thank you, pet. - You're welcome.
(EXHALES)
Now, William, oh...
Is this a present from Santa Claus?
No. Yes, madam, this is it.
MRS WILSON: Oh, freshly delivered.
- (SARAH LAUGHS) - Goodness, the excitement.
(WRAPPING PAPER RUSTLING)
(GASPS) Isn't Santa so good, Bill?
Yes, Mammy.
You'll be nice and cosy with that.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
- Is 2:30 all right to eat, Mrs Wilson? - MRS WILSON: That's fine.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(YOUNG BILL GRUNTS)
- NED: There you are. - (WATER SPLASHING)
Your ma wants me to come get you in.
Didn't you get the present you wanted?
(VOICE BREAKING) No.
Well...
Next time...
you tell me and I'll let Santa know.
Great friends, me and him.
- Will you be all right, Bill? - Yes, Ned.
Right. Come on.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(JACKHAMMER BANGING)
Warm enough, Kathleen?
Yes, Dad.
Thanks, Daddy.
Mrs O'Shea wants an extra bag with her lot.
And Doolan's in Clonroche messed up her order.
By how much?
Erm, 20 bales.
Ah, tell them it'll be two days.
(VAN DOOR SLAMMING)
You all right?
Yeah.
Any of these fellas out here giving you, erm...
any guff, are they?
No.
You'd tell me if they were.
There's been nothing. Honest.
You swear to God?
I swear to God.
(PHONE RINGING)
Anything else?
(SIGHS)
Yeah, I, I wanted to go out later to Waterford to buy some presents,
but the bus is at four.
I'll ask one of the lads to look after the phone.
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Grand. I'll say it to Pat.
- Oh, are you sure? - Yeah.
- I'll see you later. - Thanks, Daddy.
(BIRDS CLUCKING AND QUACKING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(GRUNTS)
(SACK THUDS)
(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)
(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)
SISTER: Can I help?
BILL: Oh, er...
Looking for, er, Sister Carmel or Sister... Sister Mary.
For what?
Oh, I have an invoice that needs checking.
Sister Carmel is in the hall straight ahead.
(SARAH WHIMPERING)
Mister, won't you help us?
Please.
Please take me to the river.
Or get me to the other side of the gate.
- Please. - It's not up to me, love.
- Please. - I'm sorry, love.
Please. Please don't leave me here. Take me home.
I'll work for you.
CARMEL: What are you doing in here?
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Now don't you usually ring the bell?
Er...
I have, erm... I have an invoice for you.
You can take two of the coal away with you
and give us five bales of briquettes.
Er, I'll have to come back to you.
Well, this afternoon, so.
I'll deliver your turf in a couple of days and that'll be that.
Well, we can call Ford's in Wexford, they come straightaway. No bother.
Er...
Hold two back and empty out the rest of it.
We can't have people walking in and out
whenever they want.
Do you understand me, Bill?
Yes, Sister.
Bring me the turf when you get it and we'll pay you for the lot then.
(EXHALES)
Mammy.
(MUFFLED SPEECH)
Ned!
(INDISTINCT)
(EXHALES)
She came up to me.
(SIGHS)
And she asked me to get her out.
To take her as far as the river.
And what did you say?
(SIGHS) That it wasn't up to me.
That's true.
It's none of our business.
She was so scared, Eileen, I...
- Aren't they fed and kept warm... - Aye.
...and given a trade.
If it wasn't for the nuns,
- those girls would have no... - I know... I know that.
So what do we have to answer for?
Don't you ever question it?
If you want to get on in this life...
there are things you have to ignore.
You've always been soft-hearted, Bill.
Giving away your change in your pockets.
You know, without knowing the lives of people.
I mean, be honest.
It's far from hardship you were reared.
What do you... What do you mean by that?
(EXHALES)
There are girls out there...
who do get into trouble and that much you do know.
Sorry.
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. (SNIFFLES)
You have to remember what we have.
And stay on the right side of people.
Our girls will never go through what those girls are going through.
What if it was one of ours?
Oh, God, isn't that what I'm saying? They're not our girls.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
I'm lucky...
that Mrs Wilson didn't share your ideas.
Where would my mother be if she hadn't taken her in?
Where would I be...
and what she did for me?
Her sitting up there...
in her big house...
with her pension...
and her farm...
and people to work under her.
She was one of the few women who could do as she pleased.
GIRL: Mammy.
We're here. What is it?
Eh? Are you all right, precious?
Oh, dear.
Right, come on. We'll take you down.
(CROWS CAWING)
You'll be sleeping in this house now, Bill.
I've had a room made up for you.
You can have another week off school and then you best get back.
All right?
Do you think my father knows what's happened?
I don't know.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(GRUNTING)
YOUNG BILL: Where's my father?
BILL: I don't know.
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(DUCKS QUACKING)
(WOMAN WHIMPERING AND SOBBING)
God help us.
It's all right.
It's all right, child.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Is it the day or night, mister?
It's... It's dawn. It's dawn.
It'll be light soon.
I'll have my baby here.
Not for five months, they said.
(WHIMPERING)
(SOBBING SOFTLY)
Sister Mary says it will go to a good home.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Aye. (CLEARS THROAT)
Come on. No, no, no. Come on, now.
Come on. Come on.
Up. Come on up out of it. Come on.
Up.
Come on, child.
I'll take you in. Come on.
It's all right.
Come on.
Up you come.
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(LOCKS CLICKING)
Bring her in.
(SARAH SOBS)
MARY: So good of you to come early, Bill.
My God, you gave us an awful fright, child.
Sister Francis was about the send for the guards to look for you.
She was locked in the shed, Mother.
Whatever had her in there...
My God, you poor girl.
Sisters, take her upstairs,
get her clean and bring her back to my office.
Thank God you came when you did, Bill.
Will you have some tea?
I'll not, Mother.
You've time to sit. I'm sure my purse is in the office.
Leave your coat off. You'll feel the benefit later.
(STEAM HISSING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Sit down and warm yourself.
Tea will be a minute.
So, all is well at home, Bill?
All is well, Mother.
And Kathleen has the Leaving Certificate this year?
She does.
And what will she do with herself?
Er...
She wants to study, er, business in Waterford.
Oh, she'll do it well. She's a good girl.
And I've seen Joan in the choir.
Sister Carmel says she's as bright as her sister.
They get an excellent education next door.
And you have another... two coming to us, don't you?
Another three.
Three?
Sheila will be coming next September and then, erm...
Then there'll be Grace and Loretta.
Hmm.
So many trying to get in.
It's no easy task trying to find a place for everyone.
We'll do our best for your girls.
But...
Must be a little disappointing all the same.
In what way?
To not have a boy to carry on your name, you know.
I have me mother's name.
No harm ever came from that.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CROCKERY CLINKING)
(SPOON CLATTERS)
MARY: Ah, here she is. The girl who caused all the drama.
Sister...
Get a chair and put it next to Billy.
Now won't you sit on there, child?
Sure, here we are now.
Thank God for the fire.
Where would we be without the coal man.
You see, they're forecasting snow for us, Bill.
I think it'll arrive tonight.
You can smell it.
Sure, the whole world looks pretty under snow.
(POURING TEA)
Will you have some tea, child?
Yes, please, Mother.
And a slice of cake?
Of course, you will.
(POURING TEA)
Here you go.
Fruitcake for you, pet?
No, just tea.
Here you go.
Now don't be thinking you're in any trouble.
Tell us how you came to be locked in that shed.
Who put you there?
They hid me, Mother.
MARY: Hid you? Really?
SARAH: Yes, Mother.
Who hid you, then?
The other girls did.
MARY: How did they do that?
SARAH: They were playing a game.
MARY: Are you not a bit old to be playing hide-and-seek?
And did they not think to let you out when the game was over?
(SARAH SOBBING)
MARY: Girl, what's wrong with you?
Wasn't it just a silly game?
What was it, child?
It's just a big nothing, Mother.
A big nothing, that's it.
Now what you need is your breakfast and a good long sleep.
Sister Francis, won't you fry something up for this child,
take her into the kitchen and let her eat her fill.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
MARY: And no work for her today.
She needs to get her strength back.
- (SARAH CONTINUES SOBBING) - (MARY SIGHS)
Poor creature.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Do you have an invoice for me?
Didn't Christmas come in quickly, all the same?
That's us settled now, isn't it?
Yes, Mother.
- MARY: Just a minute. - (DRAWER OPENS)
(PEN SCRIBBLING)
Here's a little gift for you.
I'm sure Eileen will appreciate it.
Take it now, Bill. Come on.
That's us done, I'd say.
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(EXHALES WEAKLY)
CARMEL: Mr Furlong...
What's your name, love?
Sarah.
Sarah Redmond.
- CARMEL: Mr Furlong! - My name is Bill Furlong.
I work in the coal yard down by the quays.
If ever you need anything, anything at all.
You can come down.
That's enough. That's enough.
- I'll be there every day till Sunday. - Out!
(BELL RINGING)
SISTER: Line up, girls.
(BELL RINGING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(BRIQUETTES THUD)
SISTER: On your way. Don't be dallying.
Not a word in the chapel. You hear me?
Not a sound.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
- (KEYS JANGLE) - (ENGINE TURNS OVER)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (BELLS TOLLING) - (BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(CAWING)
MARY: The Lord is compassion and love.
Slow to anger and rich in mercy.
He does not treat us according to our sins,
nor repay us according to our faults.
Response.
CONGREGATION: The Lord is compassion and love.
As the heavens are high above the earth,
so strong is his love for those who fear him.
As far as the east is from the west,
so far does he remove our sins.
Response.
CONGREGATION: The Lord is compassion and love.
MARY: As a father has compassion for his children,
the Lord has pity on those who fear him.
For he knows of what we're made.
He remembers that we're dust.
Response.
CONGREGATION: The Lord is compassion and love.
MARY: The love of the Lord is everlasting on those who fear him.
His justice reaches out to children's children
when they keep his covenant in truth.
Response.
(GIRL PLAYING ACCORDION)
(GIRL CONTINUES PLAYING ACCORDION)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- (WHISPERS) Someone needs more lessons. - (CHUCKLES)
(WATER RUNNING)
(BRUSH SCRUBBING)
Are you not gonna tell me?
What?
I saw Sister Mary after mass.
She said she gave you a card for me?
Aye, er...
It's in my... It's in my... my coat pocket there.
Were you not gonna tell me?
Forgot all about it.
Yeah, I mean...
I said you had.
It just looks like we don't appreciate it.
Mmm.
- It's just bad manners. - (CLEARS THROAT)
God, that is so nice of her.
- That'll pay for Christmas. - Yeah.
I hope you thanked her for it.
Sorry, love.
Oh, what ails you?
You haven't said a word all day.
Er...
coming down with an old cold or something.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(GIRL CONTINUES PLAYING ACCORDION)
(EILEEN SIGHS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi.
Er...
Is Ned around at all?
No, he's not. He's been in hospital.
He's fine. I'm not sure where he is exactly.
My brother knows.
Easily know you're related. Is Ned your uncle?
You're welcome to wait.
It's fine. Fine.
Are you Bill?
I am, yeah.
Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I'm Emma.
We visited here when we were little kids. Emma and Peter.
The house is sold. Ned told you, right?
Erm, Wexford Hospital, you said?
Yes, but he's in a nursing home outside of it.
He's fine. He had pneumonia.
Peter knows the place. I'm sure...
Won't you come in for a bit?
Get back to town.
- Are you well, Bill? - Oh, I'm grand.
- And your family? - We're all grand. Thanks, yeah.
Happy Christmas, Bill.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(SINGING AND MUSIC PLAYING)
So you put money behind the bar for the lads for Christmas Eve.
I think they might have enough now.
They surely do, especially PJ.
You gave them a bonus as well as their lunches, Pat said.
Ah, well. They deserve it.
- Erm... - You're a good man, my God.
Are we sorted, so...
We are, thank you, Bill. That's lovely.
- Thanks... - Ah, before you... (SIGHS)
(CLICKS TONGUE) I just...
wanted to ask you.
Did I hear about what happened in the convent, the...
Did you have a run in with herself?
Look...
It's no affair of mine.
It's not, but...
You'd want to watch what you say about...
about what's there.
Keep the bad dog with you, and the good dog won't bite. You know...
Aye, yeah.
Yeah.
I just...
Those nuns have a finger in every pie, Bill.
- You can be sure about that. - Hmm.
Look...
You've worked as hard as myself to get where you are.
- We've worked damn hard. - Hmm.
And there's only a wall separating that place from the school.
You go making a nuisance of yourself now...
you might be denying your younger ones an education.
Never mind how you look to the rest of the town.
And... And what's that then? Tell me.
People can make things difficult for you.
Don't I know what people are like?
Yeah.
Then you know to do the sensible thing, Bill.
Just... Just look after your family
and your business, would be my advice to you.
- You get me? - I... I do, yeah.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Right. - I best get back out to this bar.
Happy Christmas to the family for tomorrow.
Yeah, Happy Christmas to you.
- We'll see you over the holidays. - Aye, you'll see me.
- Happy Christmas. - Happy Christmas to you.
(WIND BLOWING)
NIAMH: Great quality. WOMAN: Thanks, Niamh.
- Happy Christmas to you. - And to you and the family.
We'll see you at Christmas Mass tomorrow, so...
You will.
- Bye, Kate. - Bye, love.
Erm...
Picking up a pair of shoes.
Erm, the name's Furlong. (CLEARS THROAT)
(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(SCISSORS SNIPPING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hiya, Bill.
(DOOR CLOSES)
- BILL: Hi. - Hi.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
I really like the smell.
(SUCKS IN AIR THROUGH TEETH)
(GIGGLING)
Yeah.
(LIQUID POURING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Erm, I'm sorry.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(LATCH CLANGS)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Sarah...
Come on.
Come on, love.
(GRUNTING WEAKLY)
(SOBBING)
Erm, it's Bill Furlong.
The coal man.
I mean you no harm.
(BILL GRUNTS)
- (COAL CLATTERING) - BILL: Oops!
(SOBBING)
It's okay.
Don't worry.
(WIND BLOWING)
We're nearly there.
Almost home.
Here we are.
(KEYS JANGLING)
GIRL 1: Who is your favourite sister?
GIRL 2: Either be nice or go to bed, 'cause we're having a fun game.
- GIRL 1: No! - (GIRLS LAUGHING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(GIRLS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(SILENCE)
(BELLS TOLLING)
(CROWS CAWING)
(DOG BARKING)
(BELLS TOLLING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(CHILDREN SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
(RECORD PLAYER CLICKING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BELLS TOLLING)