Darby O'Gill and the Little People

-Come in, Mrs Sugrue.

-Katie, darling.

Can you lend me a loan of a small pinch of tea? I'll pay you back.

-You can have it and welcome.

-I knew you wouldn't refuse old Sheelah.

There's little lacking here, unless it's a man to cook for.

-I have my father.

-So you do. But I meant a man of your own.

-Time enough for that.

-Time enough lost the ducks.

There's many a lass that lost her market from waiting too long.

-Who in this town would have you?

-Am I that bad?

There's not a man doesn't want you,

but who among them dare look at you with the grand house you live in

and your father's situation with His Lordship?

My son Pony dare not raise his eyes to you and him the catch of the town.

He thinks no small beer of himself.

Mm, he's proud.

Proud as a whitewashed pig. But he needs encouragement from you.

You should be looking ahead, Katie.

Your father is getting no younger.

And when the time comes that he must step down...

who else will there be but Pony Sugrue who can take his place?

Don't put my father in his grave!

Oh, the saints forbid! He'll be spared for many years, God willing.

HORSE APPROACHES That must be Pony now.

-No, it's not.

-Merciful heavens! It's Lord Fitzpatrick himself!

CHICKENS CLUCK EXCITEDLY

-Hello!

-If you said you were coming, I'd have opened the manor house.

It's OK. Where's your father?

Well, let me see...

I heard him say something about... cutting weeds at the summer house.

The smithy will be sharpening his scythe. I'll fetch him.

Well, that's good of you.

-That Katie's a grand girl. Makes up for her father.

-What ails him?

He retired about five years ago and didn't tell me! >

He'll be at the inn telling stories. Let's go and look at the gate house.

I didn't know anyone was here. I'm the widow Sugrue, sir.

I see. The mother of Pony Sugrue. He drives the mail cart.

I'm very glad to hear it.

He's worthy of greater things.

Is he now?

I'll never speak a word against Darby O'Gill, but he's getting on.

When you need a younger man, give a thought to my lad, Pony.

A man from outside would be more respected.

Pony is respected. And feared! He's whipped every man in the parish!

Is that so? Thank you, thank you.

Pony wouldn't let this place fall to rack and ruin while he sat in the pub telling stories!

The first look I got at him was in the old ruins at the top of Knocknasheega.

-What did he look like, Darby?

-Just like any other leprechaun, but with a little gold crown.

Tell me, did he have a long tail and a cloven hoof?

Whoever heard of a leprechaun....?

Don't make fun of those who want to listen, Pony!

But I want to learn all about them. Give me another large one and maybe I'll see a leprechaun too!

You'll get no more whiskey! You can have a glass of stout.

I ordered whiskey and I'll get it.

Pony, you want a beating and if I was ten years younger I'd give it to you!

Ah, but you're not ten years younger.

No, but in the Rathcullen Arms you'll sit quietly!

Or I'll have Father Murphy forbid you to come here.

All right. I'll have the stout.

You were saying, Darby?

I was saying, this wasn't like any old leprechaun that you wouldn't say hello twice to.

But who was he?

Brian Connors himself, the king of them all.

But I got my eye fixed on him.

They can't escape, you know, as long as you don't look away.

Now, the night was dark and the mountain was covered with mist.

And the moon was no bigger than the light from a wee penny candle.

But it didn't hide him from me.

And there he stood, with an angry little gawp on him and his face as fierce as fire.

King Brian, I won't let you go until you grant me three wishes.

Wait! Maybe we can talk this over. Snuff?

-And you blow it into my eyes? I'm up to your dirty little tricks!

-You've gone too far!

Give me my wishes or Father Murphy will curse you with a blessing!

OK, wish them and be done with it. I've work to do at home.

-Don't rush me.

-Don't rush you? You don't want a crock of gold?

-I may in due time.

But what's gold if you're too sick or too sad to enjoy it?

-Oh, you're the thinking man.

-I am. My first wish is you give me health.

-Granted.

-Now, my second wish is a small wish indeed, but it means a lot to me.

-A big crop of potatoes.

-Granted.

-And my third wish is for the crock of gold.

-Granted!

Now, what about your fourth wish?

-My fourth wish?

-Try me. You'll find I'm a generous man.

Then I'd like a crock of gold for my good friend Tom Kerrigan.

And another one for that decent man, Pat Scanlon.

And another one for that doorful of a woman, Molly Malloy.

-Is that your fourth wish?

-It is.

Three wishes, great or small, but wish a fourth one and lose it all!

KING BRIAN ROARS WITH LAUGHTER

Wasn't I the fool of the world being tricked into the fourth wish and me knowing better?

We could all have been as rich as Midas!

A crock of gold!

Devil's gold! I wouldn't touch it. Stay away from Knocknasheega.

That little king'll put the come hither on you and make you his slave.

-You think I'm a babe in arms?

-You are to him. 5,000 years old he is.

-And every year a new trick!

-I have a hundred!

You're mad! You'll be caught like a rat in a snaptrap!

So don't wish any gold for me.

I'll leave your share to the church, Paddy!

But I won't let Father Murphy know where I got it!

< God save all here. We didn't see you, Father.

I just came to tell you my friend Father O'Leary in Glencove has a new bell.

And he has presented the old one to us.

That's grand, Father!

We'll have a chapel bell at last. We just have to go after it. If only I had a horse...

I thought somebody here with a horse and cart might like to go for the bell.

How much would he be paid?

Paid? I suppose we might be able to scratch up two pounds.

I'd have said it was worth two pounds ten.

We're a poor parish. Maybe you'd take out the difference in the credit to your soul?

Two pounds ten, Father.

Why, a deed like that might even absolve a man from the sin

of using the priest and the church against the powers of darkness for his own selfish ends!

I'll do it, Father.

-For nothing.

-No, as a reward, you may have the music of the bell.

-The music of the bell for me?

-Yes.

-And for your seed, breed and generation until the end of time.

-I'll do it in the morning.

Father! Excuse me, but he's needed at the house!

-Excuse me...

-Fitzpatrick himself!

What are you doing? Pulling me out with Father Murphy looking at us!

I can't afford an army of caretakers, but I don't like to see the weeds higher than the summer house.

-Someone's after poaching rabbits.

-I want you to put a stop to that.

Darby couldn't catch a poacher - he probably helped set the snare!

I don't want any bad feeling between the townspeople and me.

-I like them and so will you. But don't like them too much.

-No, sir.

Well, well, it's Your Lordship!

-Not quite ready for me?

-One more day and the place will be beautified!

Darby, this is Michael MacBride, a Dublin man. I've decided to settle him here in your place.

I've had it in mind for some time.

You've served me well, Darby, but we need a younger man here.

You shouldn't have to work so hard, so I'm retiring you on half-pay.

You can have the McCarthy cottage rent-free.

-And leave the gate house? It's become our home.

-So will the other.

I don't think Katie will like this.

-We'll give it a new thatch.

-What'll I do, cut off in my prime?

Tell stories by day and poach rabbits by night!

Holy old Finbar! There's foxes around. Don't tell me I set a snare down a rabbit hole?

You're an old fox yourself and, faith, I'm fond of you and Katie.

Pardon me, sir, but when have we got to leave the gate house?

-Two weeks?

-Longer than that, sir, as far as I'm concerned.

Good. Tom Kerrigan can put you up at the Rathcullen Arms.

I'd be grateful if you'd let me break the news to Katie myself.

Very well, but remember I said two weeks, Darby, not two years.

On Monday week, I want you out.

And everything settled and done.

Yes, sir.

Good day, Your Lordship!

Well, goodbye, Mr O'Gill.

Here, it's a shame to put you in the pub when we have the gate house.

-Thank you, but His Lordship wouldn't like it.

-Why wouldn't he?

-Katie!

-Yes, Father?

-This is Mr...?

-MacBride.

Throw some extra spuds in the pot and make up the bed in the loft.

-If it's any trouble I can go to the inn.

-It's no trouble at all.

Pony! What's up with you? Let His Lordship see you!

But why? You'll have Darby's fine position as His Lordship's caretaker.

And Katie as your wife! When the sky falls(!)

I mean it, Pony. It's only a matter of time.

And I spoke to Katie.

With a fine situation like that I could have my choice of girls.

Katie might help you get it.

Maybe you're right. Here he comes.

Smile, m'darling, smile.

This is Pony, Your Lordship. Your servant, sir.

He's a big man, isn't he now?

Nice to meet you, Pony.

Big man, says he!

You'll get the job in no time.

Ah, Katie, you should have saw the turf the two of us cut today.

It was a grand bit of work you done.

His Lordship thought I could do with a lad to help with the turf.

Come, lad. Sit down. Take the air of the fire.

I'll play you a tune while the pot's on the boil.

Ah, that's good.

JAUNTY IRISH TUNE

-Can you put a name to that?

-Mm? No, it's new to me. What's it called?

-Them as I heard it from give it no name.

-Where did you hear it?

In the old ruins at the top of Knocknasheega. The little people were dancing in the moonlight.

-Aren't they the bold creatures?

-Aye, they are.

Supper's ready!

And cunning, but I'm up to them. Once I caught King Brian himself.

He gave me the gold, though I'd no need for it.

(But, faith, I have need for it now.)

Ssh! (Don't breathe a word.)

Tomorrow at dawn I've to go to Glencove for a bell for the chapel.

-I'll have to round up the horse now.

-I'll be glad to give you a hand.

-I was just going to ask you to try the manor house doors.

-Right so.

Then I'll go to the inn for a room.

-Now why would you be doing that?

-I don't like to take hospitality under false pretences.

-Your daughter should know.

-She will.

-Then why say that about the turf?

-She was born in the gate house and has lived in it for 20 years.

I'll tell her when the time comes. I can't break it out of a clear sky like a crack of thunder.

Well, when WILL you tell her?

-First chance I get.

-Do it soon.

-Here. I'm used to the dark.

-Watch for poachers!

-I'll do that.

Come on now, Cleopatra.

Wait now, darling.

Devil take you! Come back here! Come back!

Wait till I catch you!

Cleopatra! Where are you? I'm looking! Can't you hear me?

Ah, there you are!

What are you doing? Do you want to break a leg?

Whoa! Whoa there! Whoa, I tell you!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa there!

Get down! Get down!

Aaaaaaaaah!

So that's Darby O'Gill? Aye, it is.

I wonder why His Honour put the come hither on the likes of that?

Either he's hard asleep or killed entirely. Let's find out.

-Ow! You little heathens!

-Watch your stick!

Ah! Ow! Leave off me! Hey! Ow!

Leave off!

Ah! Ow!

Now we'll take you to the king.

No telling what he'll do! Indeed!

BAGPIPES PLAYING Come on! Hurry up!

BAGPIPES PLAYING A JIG

Darby O'Gill is here. He's come.

Come in, man! Come in!

All right, Your Royal Highness.

-Pleased and delighted I am to see you.

-Thank you, sir. It's a grand place.

It does well enough. Sit down, man.

Over there.

Drop the lid, man. It's only an old chest full of jewels.

-We took it from the Spanish when the Armada was wrecked.

-Is that so?

-Ship's gun, too.

-Oh! That's a fine piece.

-It is indeed.

-And the throne?

By all the goats in Kerry! Do you think I'd sit on a Spanish throne?

-This once belonged to Fergus, ancient king of all Ireland.

-No!

Yes. And over there is the gold cup of Cormack.

And over here's the sword of Brian Boru.

-And there's the harp.

-That once through Tara's hall the soul of music shed?

-The same.

-When I tell them at the pub, they won't believe a word.

You can't do that, Darby. Once you're here, there's no going back.

-I need to get back to Katie.

-She'll have a grand wake, then forget you.

-Mind what you say!

-Calm yourself!

-What have I ever done to you?

-Nothing, Darby.

-Who tells stories about you?

-You do.

-Who makes people be careful when you're out walking invisible?

-You.

Who makes the men tip their hats to every swirl of dust?

You. You've done grand.

So you put the come hither on me!

Your heart is as cold as a wet Christmas!

YELLING ANGRILY

Watch it! I speak Gaelic, too!

Listen! Phadrig Oge was standing under the tree by the summer house

when His Lordship gave you the bad news.

I took you out of your trouble.

-Show me a little bit of gratitude.

-I am grateful.

Say goodbye to the world's troubles. Nothing but fun and diversion here!

-What'll you do first?

-I don't know.

-Care to play the harp?

No, I'm no great hand with the harp.

-But give me my old fiddle and I'll play you a tune!

-Grand!

Now I'll just go home for it...

None of your tricks, Darby! I said you were here to stay.

Phadrig Oge!

Yes, Your Highness? Fetch the Stradivarius! Right away!

Presented to me by the Emperor of the Italian Fairies in 1700!

-It's a Stradivarius.

-I'd rather have my own.

-Make do. Go ahead, man, try it.

All right, if it makes you happy.

SLOW, GENTLE PLAYING

-Now give us a good one.

-All right.

My grandfather said there was three things little people were mad after.

-Dancing, whiskey and hunting.

-Begorra! He wasn't far wrong!

-Then I'll give you The Fox Chase.

-The Fox Chase!

-First, the huntsmen's gathering and the baying of the hounds.

-Grand!

Away we go! One, two, three, four!

FASTER PLAYING

TEMPO QUICKENS

DARBY PLAYS EVEN FASTER

Oh!

HORN BLOWS

Run away!

Give us full cry!

We're riding!

COMMAND IN GAELIC

SPEAKS IN GAELIC

Wait!

Wait, Your Highness!

HORSE NEIGHS

Whose side are you on, anyway?

You'll find out who's the knowledgeable one. Come on.

Oh, it's not for me. I'm expecting company.

If I can hold him here till cock-crow, we'll see what happens when daylight comes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

And how was the chase?

-I've run you to earth at last!

-What do you mean, sir?

-I should break your back!

-Why?

-You made a laughing-stock of me in front of my own people!

-I don't understand.

-Who took you in?

-You did.

-And then what did you do?

I went back for my pipe. You didn't think I wanted to stay here?

How could a man who's seen inside the fairy mountain be content here?

Faith, I never saw dancing so fine or heard piping so shocking sweet!

Or touched a fiddle so grand.

And never in my wildest dreams did I dream I'd sit on diamonds!

-All I want is this.

-You better make sure.

-We can't have you going in and out.

-No, not a thing else. Not even this.

-And what might that be now?

-A drop of old poteen I found in the bog.

I'd offer you a drop, only it wouldn't be fine enough for you.

-Let me be the judge of that.

-Very good.

Well, here goes.

Aah! It drinks cool and easy, so it does!

I'm glad you like it. Now, we better be on our way to that music, fun and diversion!

Just a minute!

We've a fine bit of diversion here. Have one for friendship's sake.

Well, if you insist, Your Royal Highness.

I'll join you.

Good man, yourself. If it's music you're after, what about a song?

-Do you know The Wishing Song?

-No.

You have to make it up as you go.

-I can make up a thousand songs!

-Can you?

Of course I can!

All right then, The Wishing Song.

-#

-Oh, I wish I had time to sing you a song,

-#

-But when I get started I sing all night long!

-#

-Can you put a rhyme to that?

-Try me.

# Oh, singing's no sin And drinking's no crime,

# If you have one drink only, Just one at a time! #

-#

-I wish all the rhymers were like Brian Connors,

-#

-When it comes to rhyming, He takes all the honours!

-# DARBY LAUGHS

-Beat that!

-Hold your wheesht!

# I knew you could sing when you open your mug,

# So you carry the tune And I'll carry the jug! #

Could we have another round?

-There's nothing stopping us.

-Good!

# Oh, I wish all barmaids were like Mary McCluskey,

# When she served you a drink, Why, she served you good whiskey! #

Oh, that's a thundering good rhyme! McCluskey and whiskey!

Did you ever hear the like?

# But Mary she married poor Jimmy McQueen,

# Cos she wanted her name to rhyme with poteen! #

-I've got a good one.

-So have I!

-#

-I wish I was married to old widow Tunney,

-#

-She's ugly as sin But has beautiful money!

-#

-Slainte!

-KING BRIAN SLURS

Ohh...! Ahh...!

THEY ROAR WITH LAUGHTER

KING BRIAN HUMS THE SONG

-How many verses have we sung?

-79.

-Well here's the 80th for you!

# Oh, I wish that all mortals were like my friend Darby,

# He's full of poteen But he's fuller of blarney! #

That's a tough one. Here's 81.

-#

-I wish all the gentry were like the King Brian,

-#

-If he can't beat you drinking, He'll fall down a-trying!

-# COCK CROWS

Good morning, my old bucko!

-Open your door!

-Can you not go through it any more? Try again.

-Would you violate the sacred rites of hospitality?

-I would.

-I'll put a hump on your back!

You can't work your charms in the daytime.

You murdering, deceitful, old...! When my strength comes back I'll put an elephant's head on you!

You'll eat grass that won't nourish you until you shrivel up and die!

Hullabaloo!

-MIAOW

-Wanting breakfast? There's a tasty morsel I've no further use for.

Don't let him loose!

-Put a hump on his back!

-Have mercy, Darby!

-I'll grant your three wishes all over again!

-Hear that, Ginger?

-Go on, wish them!

-I might wish for the crock of gold.

-Go on!

Or I might wish for... long life.

-Or I might wish for... a carriage and pair.

-Granted!

-Granted!

-But I haven't wished a wish yet. I said I might.

Get on with it! Wish your wishes!

And since we've had such a grand night, have as many as you like.

"Three wishes I'll grant you, big wishes and small,

-"but if you wish a fourth, you'll get none at all!"

-Oh! What a memory you've got!

But before I make a wish, I'll have to talk with Katie. I'll make one.

-Go on!

-One to protect the other two.

My first wish is that you will not fly back to Knocknasheega,

-but will be at my beck and call until I make the other two wishes.

-You thief of the world!

Taking an underhanded advantage!

Never in 5,000 years have you met a more knowledgeable adversary!

I am Brian of Knocknasheega and never... NO! NO!

-Do you agree to the first wish?

-I do!

-All right, then.

-But how do I protect myself while you decide?

-Now don't worry. I'll take good care of you.

-Aaaaaah!

No! You wicked old devil! You murdering old hypocrite!

Let me out! Do you hear me?

What would she be doing round here? Always begging and borrowing!

-Morning.

-Good morning. Did you sleep well?

-Yes, thank you.

-Where's Darby?

-His bed hasn't been slept in, but he'll turn up.

He said he might capture the leprechaun.

-He has great games with them.

-After too many?

-He's not a drinker!

But he's lonely since my mother died.

He goes to the pub for company. The wee folk give him sport.

-What about yourself? Don't you get lonely?

-I keep busy.

Rathcullen's a small little place, but there's dances a-plenty.

There's a dance on tonight. Maybe you'd care to go, Mr MacBride?

Not yet, thank you. And, by the way, my name is Michael.

So it is, but until I've known you more than a day, it's Mr MacBride... Mr MacBride.

What was old Sheelah doing here?

-Just paying back a pinch of tea.

-I don't like to see her here.

-She and Pony are up to no good.

-She's a poor old woman.

-Are you wearing your holy medal?

-I am.

-Well, don't leave it off.

-She could be a witch.

-You go to bed.

I can't. I've to go to Glencove to pick up a bell for Father Murphy.

-Shame I won't be here to help you.

-Can't let the cutting of the turf stand in the way of good deeds.

Could you leave the turf and cut the weeds at the summer house?

-I think I could.

-If you make a good job of it, I might keep you on.

-How would you like working for me?

-Why would he want to work for you? You haven't got a shilling!

Katie, there's been a change in our fortunes...for the better.

I'll buy the manor house and put you in surroundings more in keeping with your beauty.

I wouldn't want to live there and His Lordship will never sell it.

-What DO you want? Name it.

-Nothing. Sit down.

-You don't want to hear about my battle with the powers of darkness?

-I do not! Sit down and eat!

SHE should be the caretaker!

She's got a tongue that would clip a hedge!

-#

-Have you ever seen the seagulls a-flying over heaven?

-#

-Or the crimson sails in Galway Bay the fishermen unfurl?

-#

-The earth is filled with beauty And it's gathered all together

-#

-In the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl...

-#

-She's my dear, my darling one, Here eyes so sparkling full of fun,

-#

-No other can match the likes of her,

-#

-She's my dear, my darling one, My smiling and beguiling one,

-#

-I love the ground she walks upon, My darling Irish girl!

-#

-I called you, but you were making so much noise you couldn't hear me!

-And I can't sing a lick!

-What have we got here?

-Bread, butter, boiled eggs and ham.

Well, aren't you the clever girl?

-You've enough to feed the parish!

-I thought you'd be hungry.

-I hope the bread's cold.

-I like it hot.

-Did no-one tell you the hazard of hot bread?!

-No.

I need someone to watch over me.

-Did your father say anything?

-He'll be back later.

-Nothing about me?

He said you're a good lad.

-That's all?

-Isn't that enough?

I suppose it is. Tell me, Katie, do YOU think I'm a good lad?

I very greatly doubt it!

BELL RINGS

VILLAGERS CHEERING

Well done, Darby!

-It's a grand bell. You've done a great deed.

-Thank you, Father.

Darby!

What have you got in the bag?

-

-Well...Father... It would be a hard thing to explain.

-You could try.

-It's a kind of financial venture, you might say.

-One that you'd be afraid to tell your priest about?

No! I'm on the side of the angels against the powers of darkness.

What'd you say if I said I'd caught the king of the little people?

I'd say you had imagined it.

Then I've nothing at all in the bag, Your Reverence, nothing at all!

Good man, Darby! Buy him a drink!

It's a great day for Rathcullen!

You've earned a glass of stout!

It's dry work carting a bell.

May we all live to see you...

Would a toast be a kind of wish?

-It would.

-Oh, well, then never a toast will I drink this day.

What's in there?

The renowned Brian Connors, king of all the leprechauns!

One wish I've had, but I'm not letting him out till I've wished the other two.

What does he look like, Darby?

Just a teeny-weeny, atomy kind of gentleman with a beard on his face

and a crown like a fistful of horns!

Let's have a look, Darby, at the little gentleman!

Ah, sure! It's only Lady Fitzpatrick's prize hen!

THEY CLUCK

Give me 20-year-old, the best in the house.

I will, Darby.

Thank you. Here you are, Your Majesty.

Did you see that? With my own two eyes!

Give me the glass, Tom.

That's a story will bear repeating.

And if any man doubts the truth of it, there's the very same glass.

HUMMING

-#

-When the dew is on the hayrick and every drop a pearl,

-#

-When the geese are full of blarney and the thrush is singing gaily,

-#

-And standing in the doorway is a pretty Irish girl.

-#

-She's my dear, my darling one, Her eyes so sparkling, full of fun,

-#

-No other can match the likes of her.

-#

-She's my smiling and beguiling one, I love the ground...

-#

-Now where did you hear that?

-Michael was singing it!

-#

-My pretty Irish girl!

-#

-Where are you off to?

-A dance.

-With Michael?

-No. He's going your rounds.

-He is? Why'd he do that?

-He said you were worried about the poachers.

If I hurry I'll catch up with him.

Ah! The devil take you!

-Darby!

-Blind, are you?

I am indeed - mistaking a man with a game bag for a poacher(!)

-It did look bad.

-Will you forgive me?

-Faith, a stepmother wouldn't blame you!

-No harm done.

-I'm sorry. No poaching.

You'll have to let the rabbit go.

Rabbit, indeed!

I didn't intend to show him yet, but you can have the first look. Come on.

Get ready for the grand surprise.

It's no rabbit.

Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?

-That's Brian of Knocknasheega, king of the leprechauns!

-A rabbit.

Have another look?

It's still a rabbit.

-Try closing one eye.

-Closing one eye?

You've had a hard day today and a hard night. Go and have a good rest.

How could I, with you thinking I'm a poacher? They take different shapes, you know.

-So I hear.

-You ought to see his little gold crown and his red beard.

-And his two eyes like flames! I wish you could see him.

-Granted.

That's your second wish.

-You tricky, deceiving, conniving...

-Oh, wirra, wirra, wirra.

A man not yet three score and ten matching wits with an intellectual gladiator 5,000 years old!

I still have my third wish. Now, make yourself visible to him.

I am. You wished he should see me and see me he does.

-He sees me as a rabbit!

-You're a cheat and you're a liar!

-Don't tell me you can't hear him!

-I'm afraid I can't.

I could have got a crock of gold out of that old chancer,

-but I gave it all up for a man who can neither hear nor see.

-Darby...

He can see me as I really am... in his dreams tonight.

You can see him tonight in your dreams.

-Are you sure?

-I am. He promised me.

That last reel was the best.

Katie, you're so light, you could tread on cobwebs!

May I take you home? She can ride with me. Can't she?

-That'll be grand, Pony.

-Good night, Sean!

Good night, Katie.

Come on, there!

Thank you for the ride. ..Good night, Pony.

Have you no pride, riding with him?

-I was no more than civil to him.

-Well, you better forget about him.

Well, maybe I will... when my father stops spying on me at windows.

Isn't that a nice way for a girl to talk to her father(?)

-She's a fine girl, Katie, but she's in mortal danger.

-How do you mean?

Your dilly-dallying! Phadrig Oge, my lieutenant, will stop at nothing to get me back.

He might even put the come hither on Katie!

If he touches her, I'll kill you dead and murder you entirely!

-Let me go!

-I'll throw you in the river and drown you like a kitten!

-Do that and there'll be a scourge on you!

-Don't you threaten me!

Every cradle in town will have a changeling!

-I'm not afraid of you.

-You'd better be.

All the spirits of the night will run wild unless you let me go!

-To be honest, I don't know what to wish for.

-Then wish for the gold. I'll give it to you this time.

-She doesn't want it nor the manor house neither.

-Who doesn't?

-Katie.

Well, what DOES she want?

I don't know. We were happy here.

But when I catch her dancing with a drunken skite like Pony Sugrue, I don't know.

-She needs a good steady lad with temperate ways.

-That she does.

-What if she found one and fell in love with him and he with her? Would you wish your wish then?

-I would.

Good. Go to bed, have a good sleep, and leave all to me. And put your mind at rest.

Michael?

-Michael!

-What do you want?

-I said I'd visit your dreams. When I make a promise, I keep it.

-Well, I've seen you. Now go away.

But I'd like to talk about Katie.

How does she concern you?

She's keeping me here. Darby won't wish his wish until she's pleased.

Well, what can I do about it?

-Marry her and you can all live here.

-I hardly know the girl.

-One look at her and you know her.

-She's a nice girl and I like her...

Good! Take her to the ruins on the top of Knocknasheega.

Just looking down will make her so dizzy, she'll fall in your arms.

I don't want her to do that.

Then, of course, I can't very well blame you.

It might mean getting your head broken. If I was courting Pony Sugrue's girl, I'd be afraid, too.

-Is it putting a coward's name on me, you are?

-No, no. Go to sleep.

Go to sleep, good lad.

Go to sleep.

Katie?

Katie? I say, Katie, he's a fine, strong lad with temperate ways.

-Mm?

-Michael is a fine, strong lad with temperate ways.

He'd make you a grand husband.

I don't want a husband yet.

Not yet? Many a girl has spoke these words and lived to rue them.

When a girl is twenty, a boy will marry her in a minute.

-At 30 he won't say the hard word!

-I want my courtship.

Courtship, is it? And marriage the bone and sinew of the country!

If you keep your lad dangling through selfishness or sinful dalliance, I'd call you...

Katie...

-Katie...

-Yes?

I returned as a matter of courtesy to give you the last word.

My last word...

is no!

That's grand! That's grand! Keep on saying that.

(Keep on saying that.)

The ruins of old Ireland, how wondrously they stand, on the hilltops of our land.

Around these walls have battled the Viking and the Dane, the Saxon and the cavaliers of Spain!

It makes a man feel like the lord of the castle.

-Is it the Danes or the Vikings swarming up the valley?

-The Danes.

-We'll both be put to the sword!

-But first you crave the favour of one last kiss.

-Mr MacBride, I thought you could do better than that!

-Maybe I could!

-You don't care who you walk out with, do you?

-I'll report you to His Lordship!

-You do that.

-Get out of the way.

-Look who's talking!

If you lay a finger on him, I'll never speak to you again!

Katie...when I need your help with the likes of that, I'll ask.

-Pony Sugrue would have killed you.

-Do you care?

-Not in the slightest.

You have no interest in me at all?

You're certain sure?

Kiss her! Kiss her!

Go on, kiss her!

AAAH!

And him a Dublin man!

Look, look, look.

-Will you wish your wish now?

-I will indeed.

-Good!

BELL RINGS

-The bell! Listen to the music of it. That's mine!

-But the wish, Darby!

It would charm the fishes from the deep and the birds from the trees!

-You said you'd wish your wish!

-On Sunday, with my music floating over the countryside?

And Father Murphy pulling the rope!

Will you wish it tomorrow?

I will. Hush now. Listen to my music.

BELL RINGS

Whoa, there!

Hello, Joe.

There's the post. Where's everybody going?

To the pub for Darby's third wish. The old fool!

Old fool indeed! When you sup with the devil, you need a long spoon.

From America. There'll be money in that.

Michael MacBride, Rathcullen. That's from Lord Fitzpatrick.

Look at the elegant swirls and all!

So that's why His Lordship left him behind!

Michael this, Michael that.

That Dubliner! "Michael open the manor house."

The dirty usurper! Poor Katie! I wonder, does she know?

Maybe you should drop it by and let her see it for herself.

You think I should now?

< No Christian being would do any less. Then I will so.

Look, Pony! From His Lordship to Michael MacBride and nary a word to Darby!

And you said you had an understanding about me! MacBride has the job.

He won't keep it if my son is man enough to run him out of town!

Well, Pony?

-What are you doing?

-I'm packing. And if you don't know why, you can read the card.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Your father made me promise.

-When are you throwing us out?

-Katie!

-When?

-Well, today...

-You give short notice(!)

-I don't want you to leave at all!

-Why not?

You're a strong, young man. You can find work anywhere, but you take my father's place!

No wonder he's chasing fairy gold and trying to keep some self-respect in the town!

Here! You can clean the manor house yourself!

We'll be out of your house tonight!

Listen! I don't want Darby's job, not without the both of you.

I want you to be my wife. I love you and I think that you love me.

I...love YOU?!

-Everybody ready?

-Yes, Darby. Get a big turf creel!

-What for?

-For to hold the gold.

-I'll not wish for the gold.

-Why not?

-It leads to unhappiness.

-Wish for happiness, then.

-Human beings need bitter with the sweet.

When I was a young lad, knee-high with the sodded turf,

my grandfather told me there was only one man in the town who was happy altogether.

The village idiot.

Huh(!)

-Were you addressing me, sir?

-What's all the speeches about?

-Will I get you a drink?

-Get on with it.

-I will.

I'd wish for a big house on top of a hill.

-How would you look after it?

-Servants.

You didn't wish for the servants. You didn't wish for the money to run the house.

You'd be poor as a church mouse.

Hear that? A head like Aristotle!

-Father!

-Ask yourself what else you would lose...

-Come and catch the horse!

-Not now.

-We've got to move today!

-Away, Katie.

-No, Father!

Wait, Your Highness!

-Wait, Your Highness!

-"Wait(!)"

Catch the king, Darby!

The crocks of gold!

-Get out of my way!

-I'll go to the inn!

-You can go to blazes!

Night's coming down. I'll get that horse.

You look grand. Don't move a finger until His Lordship comes.

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Is it drunk you are?

-Who did it, lad?

-I don't know, but I can guess.

-Where's Katie?

-After the horse.

-You let her go alone in the dark?

-You should have told her the truth!

God forgive me! She's chasing the horse.

Oh, for goodness sakes!

HOWLING

-The banshee!

-Maybe it's just the wind.

It's the wail of the banshee! I heard it the night Katie's mother was taken.

She'll be destroyed entirely!

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

Katie!

Katie!

-Katie!

-VOICE ECHOES

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie!

Katie! Katie...

The banshee!

EERIE WAILING

Keep away!

Keep away from her!

Keep off now! Keep off now!

Oh, my poor darling. Your daddy didn't mean to do you any harm.

-Speak to me.

-Darby...

-What have I done to you?

-We better get her home.

HUGE CRASH OF THUNDER

THE BANSHEE'S WAIL

WAILING

Brian! King Brian!

King Brian! King Brian!

-What is it, man?

-Your Highness!

-What is it?

-It's the death coach! Send it away!

It's come for Katie! Send it away!

-But it can never return empty!

-Then give me my third wish and let it take me instead!

-You don't know what you're asking for!

-Don't break your word!

-Never in my born days...

-Give me my wish!

More's the pity. Granted.

Darby O'Gill.

Get in.

Darby?

Darby!

I was going home and said, "Brian, it's at his side you should be."

Well, then the truth of it is I'm real glad to see you.

-Ah, Darby, my boy, we've had great sport together.

-Aye, we did.

You've been a grand adversary. It's sorry I am to see you come to this.

I can endure anything if Katie's all right.

Her fever broke the minute you set foot in here.

I'll be for ever grateful to you.

In the years to come, maybe you'd keep an eye on Katie and Michael.

I'll do that.

'Tis a pity you won't be there to see them married.

Ah, it's better for the old to die than the young. We all have to go.

That you do.

I wish I could go with you all the way.

I wish you could, too.

And you a knowledgeable man!

You've wished your fourth wish!

Goodbye, Darby, my friend!

KING BRIAN ROARS WITH LAUGHTER

It's a miracle! She's fine, like a baby woken from sleep!

-You know what a temper I have.

-Well, I like a lively girl.

I'm the only man alive today to have rode in the death coach and come back.

It was His Lordship's carriage!

His coachman told me they found you rooting in the mud out of your mind entirely!

Pony, I heard you were going to live in Cahersiveen.

I am. Then be on your way!

I will. I've heard enough silly blather to last a lifetime!

-What kind of man are you that won't believe in the little people?

-Care to find out?

-Yes.

Somebody beat me over the head. I thought it was the little people.

-But King Brian said YOU should take the consequences.

-Consequences?

I asked King Brian and he said, "If I were you, I'd clock the blackguard in the face!"

Oh! Oh, gosh!

Pony, my darling!

Hold your wheesht!

-Well, that didn't take long!

-Back to work.

-I even feel like work myself.

-Let's get the rest of the turf.

-You took the words from my mouth!

-#

-Oh, she's my dear, my darling one, Her eyes so sparkling, full of fun,

-#

-No other, no other can match the likes of her.

-#

-He's my dear, my darling one, No other, no other can match the likes of him.

# She's my dear, my darling one, My smiling and beguiling one, I love the ground she walks upon...

# My darling Irish girl! #

Subtitles by Greig Forbes BBC Scotland 1994