The Rising of the Moon (1957) Script

♪ Oh! Then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall ♪

♪ Where the gatherin' is to be? ♪

♪ In the ould spot by the river ♪

♪ Right well known to you and me ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' ♪

♪ Of the moon ♪

[music]


Well, hello. My name is Tyrone Power.

I'm an actor, and praise God, of Irish descent.

My family having come from Kilmacthomas in the county of Waterford.

Some time ago, a group of friends of mine decided for the first time, to make a major picture entirely in Ireland.

Of course, I-I had to be one of that group.

Now, as you know, Ireland is a quiet little island of about 4 million population.

Although there are tens of millions of people of Irish descent, like myself, scattered all over the world.

So we made this little picture entirely in natural settings.

Of course, as we are a quiet and peace loving people nothing much ever seems to happen in Ireland.

'So, we will start with a tale'

'by one of Ireland's leading storytellers, Frank O'Connor.'

'It is called, "The Majesty of the Law."'

'This story is about nothing.'

'Yet, perhaps, it's about everything.'

'Let us take a look at the police barracks at Balena Loch.'

'For although we are a very peace-loving people'

'we still have, believe it or not, police barracks.'

Morning. Hi, Sean.

Will you be wanting the car, Inspector?

I will not. The bike, then?

Well, I will not.

So it's walking the whole long way then?

And hating every mile of it.

♪ The garden of Eden has vanished they say ♪

♪ But I know the lie of it still.. ♪

(Tyrone as narrator) With never a glance at the rising trout the inspector passed on his way.

The police warrant in his pocket laying heavy on his heart.

♪ 'Tis there I will find it ♪

♪ I know sure enough ♪

♪ When fortune has come to my call ♪

♪ Oh the grass it is green ♪

♪ Around Ballyjamesduff ♪

♪ And the blue sky is over it all ♪

[cane tapping on ground]

[dog barks]

♪ And the tones that are tender ♪

♪ And tones that are gruff ♪

♪ Are whispering ♪

♪ Over the leaves ♪

♪ Come back Paddy Riley ♪

♪ To Balleyjamesduff ♪

♪ Come home Paddy Riley ♪

♪ To me ♪

[music continues]


[cock crowing]


Well, now. Ah!

Inspector Dillon, is it yourself?

It is. Thought I heard your step.

Did you then?

Ya want to mind I wouldn't put it on you, with me foot in it.

Making moonshine in a national monument.

Have you no sense of the proprieties?

Mickey J., have ya?

Moonshine? Where would I get the barley this time of the year?

Where would you get the--

Well, that's what I smell, anyway, barley.

Honeysuckle! Honeysuckle, it is.

[sniffing]

Don't do that. You'll get the hay fever.

Oh, a terrible thing, with your eyes running water and your nose drippin' like an old pump.

Come away, mister, 'tis growing all over the tower.

'Tis growing all over the tower!

Ah, get away.

Is himself at home? He is.

God be good to him, he is.

(Mickey) 'From there to a wee thatch cottage.'

Now, it isn't the castle that makes the king.

It isn't the castle that makes the king.

[Irish folk music]

Is it yourself, Michael Dillon?

Aye! It is, indeed, Dan O'Flaherty!

Ah, Hello, boya! A hundred thousand welcomes!

Come here, boy!

Come in, lad. I like that I have to see ya.

How are you? Come in to the house.

Wait. Now, wait. Let me get my old hat.

Now, come in, lad.

No one was ever more welcome than you. How is your father?

Make yourself at home, lad.

[laughs] Give me your hat and stick.

I'll be damned, but that's a fine stick.

You'd give a man a good blow with that.

[both chuckle]

You're looking well, Dan.

I have no complaints, lad. No complaints.

You know, I think it's younger you're getting.

Oh, get over that.

Only for the rheumatism, I'd be alright.

Make yourself at ease, boy. Sit down there.

The water will be on the bubble in a minute.

Aye.

'Hey, listen, you're not making tea for me, are you?'

I am not, then. But for meself.

And it's right. But I'd take it if you want to join me.

[laughs]

[groans]

Ah. The rheumatism.

Ah. And tell me, Michael. How are ye, yourself?

Well, they say in the barracks above neither on the pig's back nor the horse's tail.

[laughs]

Hm. I'm, uh, I'm kept busy.

[coughs]

Oh! You know, when the good Lord was handing out the curiosity Mickey J. was first in the line. Hmm.

Or maybe the last?

And got all that was left over.

Mind ye now, he had the juices.

You say he has, or he had?

Had, has or will have, 'tis all the one.

'Tis in the nature of things.

Mickey J. can no more resist making moonshine than you as a police inspector..

Not that I ever held it against you, mind, can resist making life difficult for him.

Yeah. Well, you see, Dan, Well, I mean, uh..

After all, it isn't I who makes the laws now, is it?

Is it?

Don't I know that, boy?

Just the furthest from me intentions to be criticizin' the law.

For which I have the highest respect.

Well, now, heh, thanks. I'm glad to hear you say that.

Not at all, boy. Not at all.

It'd be the same talkin', I have tremendous respect for the arts.

The arts, Dan?

Arts...of which moonshine makin' is one.

You know, with the same token I haven't tasted a supper moonshine in a month of Sundays.

You know, made the old way, with the smoke of the turf curling out of it.

Ah, with the way things are these days the liquor is not what it used to be.

Well, in what way, Dan?

In what way? Aye.

Liquor makin' takes time. Hm.

There was never a good job done in a hurry.

For there're secrets in it.

Every act has its secrets and the secrets of distillin' are bein' lost!

Hm.

The way all the songs were lost.

Ye know that when ye was a boy. There wasn't a man in the bar and he would've had a hundred songs in his heart.

But with the people going here, there and everywhere and off to Canada, Australia, America, South Boston with the comin' of the automobiles a-a-and the films... a-a-and the radio And that other new thing along with it.

All the songs are lost.

And all the secrets are lost.

Ask you any man today that makes liquor.

Do ye know how to make it out of heather?

Out of heather.

Was it, uh, actually made out of heather, Dan?

It was! Aye.

And a purer, sweeter, wholesome-er drink never blessed a man's gullet.

'Twas a shame to drink it.

A shame to drink it.

They shoulda used it to baptize babies.

Truth are you there?

Truth are you there, Dan O'Flaherty?

And without discriminatin' meself I could name at least one man not far from where you're standin' who hasn't lost the faith in the act of liquor makin'.

Come in, boy. Come on in.

We are all friends this fine day. Are we not?

We are.

You sure I wouldn't be in the way?

(Dan) 'Give it a bit.'

Come on in, ya blaggard. Come on in.

[Dan and Dillon chuckling]

(Dillon) 'And bring that bucket you have with ya.'

The one ye have stuffed under yer belt.

You saw it, did you? You saw it the whole time.

Ah, you're acute, Inspector Dillon.

Honeysuckle. And I bet are you not 10-year under proof.

Well, God bless all in this house and no questions asked.

I never saw it before in me life.

But this, I will say, it's got a real booket.

What? Oh, bukket.

[sniffing]

Hm. Not bad, Mickey J. Not bad.

It looks good.

Ah. Aye, it tastes good.

[coughing]

It is good.

Ah, sir. This is no great excellent.

Still an honor though, considering the handicaps.

No offence, Inspector. Ye'll stay for tea.

No. Let the shoemaker stick to his last.

I'll just sit here and enjoy the conversation.

Mm. In that case, we'll not be needin' the cork.

Tell me, Inspector.

Were you acquainted with a Theormedo Frinn from Kilgannon?

Theormedo...no, but I knew a Sean.

Sean O'Frinn from Kilgannon.

No, not that one, the other one.

Well, if ye don't know him. Ye never will know.

Oh, how so? They buried him on Friday.

Oh. May he have rest.

Oh, what a wake there was. I was there myself.

In my professional capacity.

The weepin' and the wailin' and the fightin' over the silver candlesticks.

And then, right at the height of the festivities didn't his uncle from Skibbereen drop dead on the floor.

No! A yard away from the corpse.

'Twas a sad event.

[tearfully] Cast a gloom over the entire proceeding.

Ah. It's just like the medicines.

Every secret there is lost.

And let no one tell me that a doctor knows more than the wise people who had their secrets from the old times.

The proof of that was seen when there were the doctors and the wise people together.

It wasn't to the doctors, people went there will be thinking.

Don't I know it? And who are ye?

Out there on the hillside is the sure cure for every known disease.

'Because it's written be the ports' wherever you find the disease, you find the cure.

But the people just walk up the hill and they walk down the hill.

And all they ever see is flowers.

Flowers!

As if God Almighty, honor and prayers to him had nothing better to do this time than be planting old flowers.

Things no doctor could cure, the wise people cured.

Don't I know it?

And not in me mind alone.

But in me own poor bones.

Arthritis?

You know, Dan, I think they've uh..

They've got something for that now.

Cortisone or something.

ATTF, I think it is.

A--

God bless all in this house.

Exceptin' the cat.

Ha, forgive an old man.

Deaf and stupid to all, but the sound of his own voice.

You all know Inspector Dillon.

Oh, we do.

Inspector's come the whole long way from Balena Loch to do me honor this day.

So we heard.

And Phelim O'Feeney too.

I'll thank you not to mention that name in my house.

Or the same, 'tis on account of that man were here.

To all of us.

There is no man of that name I know.

You may call him a two-legged animal.

Or the hind end of an ass.

Or the forepart of a Connemara pig.

Any one of which is much too good for him.

Oh! I see your point, Dan.

But at the same time, it makes conversation difficult.

(Mickey) 'If not impossible.'

How can we talk to him if we have to keep rememberin' to say

"The hind end of Connemara pig."

No, it was the forepart of a Connemara pig.

It was the ass he was the hind end of.

So, Dan.

Will you not listen to what they have to say?

Very well. Then, I will.

But if you've as much as mention the name of Phelim O'Feeney--

Ah! Yourself just mentioned it now.

That's right.

Now, listen, leave names out of it.

There's himself here and there is the other fellow.

We will go on from there now.

Himself. And the other one.

Eh! That's all. No hind parts or foreparts.

Ass, pig or otherwise.

Festus McQuade, will you say what you have to say?

It's not often I have a chance of a quiet chat with Michael Dillon.

Maybe ye could stay the night. No, I couldn't, Dan. No.

Honestly, no. I'd like to very much.

Maybe some other time.

Aye, you old fool, some other time.

What other time?

When ye can't pay the fine that's against ye?

What did ye say? Dan, Dan, forget them words.

They slipped into me mouth when me back was turned.

In a manner of speaking.

I thought, correct me now if I'm wrong that something was spoken in this house about a fine I could not pay.

Very well. There was.

And here it is...five pounds. The lot.

Well, give it to him, Inspector. And we'll be off.

I could not pay?

[coins rattling]

In this box I have the sum of 10 pounds, 11 shillings and some odd pence.

All I have to do is to open it, dip me hand in and forever be a traitor to the name of O'Flaherty.

So before your eyes, I cover it.

And return it to its customary place of safety.

[sighs]

So I thank you for the offer.

But, no.

We'll have a jar around, Mickey.

Oh, no, Dan. That-that's all very well.

And I do appreciate your sentiments. Honestly I do.

But Phelim O'Feeney did sustain abrasions and contusions.

Necessitating his going to hospital.

He cracked his skull, that's all.

Ah. That's all?

Michael, he gave me the lie.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, that's right.

Michael, no man can call me a liar without exposing his skull to me claws and me stick.

Hmm. So you've made up your mind to it.

Huh? I have.

Oh, in that case then--

Ah..

Wrap yourself well, Inspector. Godspeed ya.

You're not going, the...the bottle's only half empty.

(Mickey) 'And more to come after.'

You know, I believe the weather is changing all over the world.

Stay home, Inspector Dillon.

Whence it is not getting hotter, it's getting colder.

The way it's in Europe. It's cold in New Havens.

Watch your sip over the water. Oh, that's true. That's true.

I hear that there are people dying over there that-that..

...that never died before.

Well, it was good to see you, Dan.

Happy handling from God to you.

Oh! goodbye now, Dan.

Are you sure now you can't stay a bit longer?

Ah, no, I-I'm sorry, Dan. I can't.

And I'm sorry about the other thing too.

Huh!

I suppose...I suppose it wouldn't be any chance ye, changing your mind.

No chance at all.

As you see, in a way, that's what brought me here.

I was thinking so.

It struck me as we crossed the door.

Aye, Dan, they-they gave me a warrant for you.

Yes.

So, uh.. Well, whenever it'll be convenient for you, Dan?

[clears throat]

Well, I have the people in there now.

Ah! no, no. I wouldn't dream of that.

Of course I could go tomorrow. Alright, whatever suits you.

Best day ought to be Friday. Friday after dinner.

You see, I have never gone to prison before.

And I don't expect there'll be many people there that I know.

Oh, well, huh, Friday then. Friday will be grand.

And I'll be expected?

I don't want to walk in on top of them.

Ah! No, no.

Sure I'll be there myself to give a welcome , Dan.

Huh. Ah!

Hey, wait till I see you to the end of the road.

Hey..

[Irish folk music]

[music continues]

So on Friday, after his meal Dan touched the heart stone of his humble cottage as he had every day of his long and honorable life.

And beneath the shade of the old ruin tower which his people had built centuries before him he took leave of his kinsmen and neighbors.

[Irish folk music]

[birds chirping]

[car brakes screeching]

What you doing on O'Flaherty ground, you grubby man?

Here's the fine that was put on you.

Take it, take it.

I'm paying it meself.

I'm calling you all to see it.

The whole of you.

Take it.

You'd like that, would you not, little man?

You'd have the gratification of saying before the whole world that you had pity on O'Flaherty.

But this O'Flaherty will have no pity on you.

You can keep your blood money.

As one like ye did before.

I'll punish you.

I'll lay on bare boards for you.

I'll eat bread and water for you.

I'll suffer for you, you miserable man.

Till you're not be able to raise your head nor your children after you.

For as many centuries as these stones have rested one upon the other.

Who walks with me to the top of the hill?

[instrumental music]

♪ Oh the grass it is green ♪

♪ Around Balleyjamesduff ♪

♪ And the blue sky is over it all ♪

♪ And the tones that are tender ♪

♪ And the tones that are gruff ♪

♪ Are whispering ♪

♪ Over the leaves ♪

♪ Come back Paddy Riley ♪

♪ To Balleyjamesduff ♪

♪ Come home Paddy Riley ♪

♪ To me ♪

Of course, in Ireland we have our railroads.

Even our fine new diesels.

But nothing much ever happens on railroads.

Even in country places the little old railroad is always the, uh, little old railroad.

The travel to market on it is still a great adventure.

No one knows what may happen next.

So, let's get aboard the Ballycran and Dunphy railway and see what happens.

Now you know that it may be a great adventure.

After all, it's only a minutes wait.

[whistle blowing]

[Irish folk music]


[music continues]


Attention, all passengers! Attention, all passengers!

There'll be one minutes wait.

Just one minutes wait.

And the refreshment room is open.

'One minutes wait only!'

Woo!

Teddy, Teddy? Have I time for a pint?

You have lotsa time. And if I join you, meself in the middle.

There'll be one minutes wait.

I said, "there'll be one minutes wait."

Mary-Ann, come on! I would understand that.

[indistinct chatter]

One minutes wait. One minutes wait.

Now, listen. I do the calling. You look after the baggage.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry. Come on.

One minutes wait.

Passengers, do not leave the platform.

Fector! Fector!

One minutes wait only.

Oh, me? I'm the porter at your service.

Would you mind having a try at this door?

It seems to be locked.

Ah, if its locked, its locked.

Oh, I remember now, I loaned the key to a fellow and he put it in his pocket and went away with it.

Charles, I simply must get out to water my blossoms.

I must have them fresh for the wedding.

Wedding? Ah, God bless the bride.

Ah, give 'em to me and I'll dip 'em under the pump.

Charles? The pump.

Why, Mr. Duncan! And is that yourself?

Mrs. Folsey, and how are you, ma'am?

Oh, I haven't set eyes on you for a month of Sundays.

And is this your Christy? 'It is, it is.'

It seems only the other day, when you used to serve mass for Father Brosnan.

And him barely able to see over the altar rail.

Sure Father Brosnan was over 20 hands high.

Shut your mouth! 'Tis you, not the good Father she's talkin' about.

And how I am to make a match for this boy, I don't know.

He never opens his mouth, but to put his foot in it.

Oh, uh, won't you sit down?

Thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

Um, eh, tell me now...what girl had you in your mind?

Uh, Pat Ryan's daughter.

Oh. Uh, which of them is it?

It's the eldest, Mary.

Mary? And ye don't mean to say Christy has a wish for that one.

True, I never set eyes on the girl at all.

She's a fine-lookin' girl. Aye, brighten her squint.

[laughs]

Squint?

It isn't beauty that makes the stir about, Mrs. Folsey.

But meal that thickens it.

The girl's a good worker, and thrifty.

And what more would any man ask except the 300 pounds she must bring with her.

Aye. Hm-hm.

[conductor whistles]

Take your seats! Seats, please!

And there I was. Alone. In a cold, cold castle.

And what were ye doin' in the castle?

Never mind what I was doin' in the castle. I was there!

And what should I see comin'--

Take your seats. Look, no. The bar is closed, Miss Mallory!

C'mon, take your seats! The train is leavin'.

Go on, go on.

As I was sayin' recently, there I was.

And what did I see comin' towards me, but a ghost.

The ghost of a man in armor.

Mercy, oh Lord.

[indistinct chattering]

[conductor whistles]

Well, we're off, my dear.

My compliments to the bride.

And may ye have a long life and a full one.

And may ye have a child for every blossom in your bouquet.

(conductor) 'Take your seats! Take your seats!'

[bell chiming]

[whistles]

Goodbye, matey. Goodbye.

How are ye, ma'am? Glad to see you again.

Bye-bye, lads. All the best.

Paddy Morrisey, if you're finished with your eloquence we'll take the train away.

Alright, take it away. Take it away, But are you sure you've got Tom Dolan's pocán aboard?

Tom Dolan's what? Pocán.

The biggest goat in Ireland.

Crowned king in Killorglin last fair.

What are ye waitin' for? Will ye get the train out?

This is the 3rd time this week that you've had this train late.

Do you tell me to my face and this little man of yours just now to tell me with questions about Tom's pocán.

I never before heard tale nor tails of.

Oh, thunderin'.. Hey, Mr. O'Brien, hold the train

'a minute would ye please?'

[instrumental music]

It'll only take one minute to get that goat into the train.

There'll be a minutes wait! One minutes wait!

'Passengers do not leave the platform.'

Were ye not afraid? I was not afraid.

I spit over me right shoulder and looked him straight in the eye.

[indistinct chatter]

Do you know, I can't get over the way your Christy has filled out.

Well, a small credit to him, then.

For it isn't the work that put the meat on his bones.

Afraid no. All play and no work, that's my son for you.

I wouldn't mind that.

He'll be alright, if he doesn't take to the drop.

Well, I mustn't speak too bad of me own flesh and blood.

But this I will say.

If you are to put a pint of porter or a jar of malt in front of that boy there wouldn't be much of it left for the next man.

Sure, it's only his youth and he'll grow out of it.

Perhaps. But afraid I can't wait till then.

It's time he settled down with a good wife with a bit of money, of course.

To make him suffer like the rest of us, uh..

Barrin' your presence of course, Mrs. Folsey.

Sure, that's alright, Mr. Duncan.

[goat bleats]

Oh, no! Oh, no, you don't.

You'll not put that goat in the goods van, Paddy Morrisey.

That I'm telling you.

D'you know there won't be one egg left or a bit of produce?

You can tell your Tom Dolan to come and fetch his own pocán.

Even if you were one of the directors of the entire system.

He travels in the van! He'll not travel in the van!

Gentlemen. Gentlemen! I have the solution to the conundrum.

What?

What's more fittin' than this champeen pocán of all Ireland should travel 1st class.

First class..

[goat bleats]

Now, come on. Here we are, here

[goat bleats]

Come on.

[screams]

I say, you can't put that animal in there.

[goat bleats]

Now, now, now, this is your weddin' day.

Charles! But this is preposterous.

I shall sue the railway company.

Your weddin' day it is, lovely as the sound of the loch.

Step this way, madam. Pay no attention to the smell.

You'll get used to it in no time.

Fector, is this a 1st class carriage?

Well, if ye want it 1st class, ye must have it 1st class.

There ye are, ma'am. Now they're all first class.

[goat bleats]

Now, would ye mind gettin' the train out in yer own good time, Mr. Moran?

Seats! Take your seats!

[blows whistle]

We're off!

Come on now, take your seats.

(male #1) Ann!

[woman shrieks]

Give me a hand.

It's okay. It's okay.

Now keep yer seats like the good, decent people you are.

We're off!

Well, do you know what I like about this is the gettin' on and the gettin' off.

[metal chime]

[conductor whistles]

(Paddy) 'We're off!'

[bleats]

This is me niece, Mary Ann McMahon.

And this is my son, Christy, I was tellin' ye about.

God help us. Ah, how are you?

Ah. We're off now for sure.

The ghost of a man in armor, draggin' his chains behind him.

Closer and closer it came.

[conductor whistles]

Tall as the room was standin' in he was.

Mr. O'Brien!

[bell chimes]

And his eyes burned like blue flames.

Mr. O'Brien, are you going to take the train out?

Or are you going to stand here blabberin' all day?

Are ye ready, Mr. McTigue? I am, Mr. O'Brien.

The passengers are seated in the train.

The passengers is your responsibility, Mr. Rourke.

I drive the train. Come on, Mr. McTigue.

But, Mr. O'Brien, what happened to the ghost?

Did he not come back and get ya?

I'll finish me story another day when there's more congenital company.

Seats! Come on, take your seats!

'Everybody, take your seats.'

[conductor whistles]

There'll be one minutes.. I mean..

Oh, well, I mean take your seats! Take your seats!

Safe home! Safe home, now.

[train whistle blows]

We're off!

[whistles]

[train whistle blows]

Right on time! Ye couldn't be late for this train if ye tried!

Ye could so, ma'am, for you're late now.

Get her away, Mr. Moran. One moment, Your Eminence.

Who're you to be interferin' with the Bishop's Golden Jubilee dinner?

How bad are some people that thinks themselves admirables be raisin' to the few brass buttons on their coats.

Just a minute now, just a minute.

What's that you said about the Bishop's, uh-buh-buh..

Golden Jubilee?

And well, ye may ask. What's this country comin' to when the lobsters for the Bishop's Golden Jubilee dinner has to be consigned through the hands of a man whose grand uncle Sean

'as ye he born in the province of Munster.'

Ah, now, now--

And in the Kingdom of Kerry, was a free mason who took to the drink when he was 86 and died before his time.

Rest his soul.

Ah, don't be rakin' up the poor man's past.

Next thing we'll be hearin' from ye is about his sister Kate who had to leave the country and go to America under most peculiar circumstances.

Will ye put those fish in the train, and stop yer gab?

Huh, there'll be a minutes wait. One minutes wait.

[instrumental music]

[clamoring]

[music continues]

Ah, there you are, Mr. O'Brien. Go on with your story now.

Tell us more about the gose.

I was referring, young lady, to a ghost.

Now, you've been very helpful to us, you see and we were wonderin', like the Bishop is havin' his Golden Jubilee, you see--

Golden Jubilee?

Exactly. Yeah.

Oh, nonsense. His wife is quite a young woman.

Not a day over 46.

Ma'am there are certain things we cannot and will not stand for.

I must ask you to withdraw that statement.

Oh, but I was a bridesmaid at the Bishop's wedding.

Sir, would you mind steppin' outside?

Ahem, certainly.

[whispering]

Oh, that one. Ha ha ha.

[all laughing]

[laughing continues]

Help us with the lobsters, come on, in you go for the Bishop himself.

That's right, ma'am. And the other one.

Ah, wait-wait. Aha, there we are.

Now, alright. Aha!

Prawns, me dear.

[whistling]

[indistinct shouting]

(conductor) Seats. Come on, take your seats.

[whistling continues]

We're off!

[telephone ringing]

It's the telephone!

Answer it. Well, I'm not very good--

Answer it!

What'll you have?

I will.

I'll tell him.

It is.

Well, who was it?

The telephone.

Who was on the telephone?

Oh, Mr. Cohan, the strong publican.

Well, what did he say?

Oh! Oh, he said the bus broke down.

The bus carryin' the Harley team from Ballycran.

And they're on the way up now, and to hold the train.

Who won the match?

I didn't ask him.

Aw, Miss Mallory, you didn't ask him?

And it's a championship match.

And the life savings of the town invested in it.

I didn't ask him.

Oh.

There'll be a minute's wait.

One minute's wait.

Ah, Mr. O'Brien, you're back.

The same again, please.

[band music]

[music continues]

Charles, is it another of their rebellions?

[music continues]

I gather it's the local cricket team.

Ah, is that yourself, Mr. Donigan?

Ah, Mrs. Folsey, ma'am, how are you?

I'm grand, thanks be to God.

You know, I was just thinkin' about your son, Christy.

Aw, it would be a shame to wed him to that Ryan girl.

Now, if it was only me niece, Mary Ann McMahon.

It isn't easy to settle girls these days, Mrs. Folsey.

Unless they have something to their names.

Right, true enough.

Poor Pat McMahon, her father.

It wasn't much good he did for himself goin' off to America.

Didn't I always prophesize he'd come to a bad end?

A bad end, indeed.

Didn't he get his head blown off fightin' with the American Army?

Ah, the poor man. God rest him.

And to go off like that, without leaving a trifle behind him.

A trifle, indeed. Hah.

I'm just after comin' from the bank. Now, take a look at that yourself.

Pay to the order of..

...ten thousand dollars!

A bonus, they call it, for gettin' himself killed.

[indistinct chattering]

I impress you to keep your seat, ma'am and not be holdin' up the train!

Wear a skirt! Boy.

Well, well, well, and what can I do for you this time?

I say, do you think we've got time for a cup of tea?

You have lots of time, lots of time.

These celebrations might go on for weeks.

Isn't there a quiet tea room somewhere?

Ah, God, love. Yes, sir, I know what you mean.

You want to be by yourselves, I know the very spot.

Come this way, ma'am. I'll show you.

["Slattery's Mounted Fut"]

♪ You've heard of Julius Caesar And the great Napoleon too ♪

♪ And how the Cork Militia beat the Turks at Waterloo ♪

♪ But there's a page of glory that has never yet been cut ♪

♪ And that's the warlike story ♪

♪ Of the Slattery's Mounted Fut ♪

♪ This gallant plan was organized ♪

♪ By Slattery's elder son ♪

♪ A noble-minded poacher with a double-breasted gun ♪ All part of the service of the railway.

I'm sorry, but we only have the one stool though.

There you are. You're welcome to, you..

Now, what-what are you, what are you having?

Tea. Tea.

Yeah.

You wouldn't like a pitcher of port wine then?

China tea.

China tea, yeah, yeah.

Well, that'll just be one minute's wait now, and, uh..

Come on, Miss Mallory, give us a show.

[crowd cheering]

["Slattery's Mounted Fut"]

♪ And down from the mountains ♪

♪ Came the squadrons and platoons ♪

♪ Four-and-twenty fighting men ♪

♪ And a couple of stout gossoons ♪

♪ When going into action held each musket by the butt ♪

♪ We sang this song and marched along ♪

♪ The Slattery's mounted Fut.. ♪ As, man to man and friend to friend.

I suppose, I can, now, take it, Mrs. Folsey that we are in complete agreement as to the children's future happiness, what?

Well, as man to man and friend to friend, we are.

It's a deal.

[laughing]

[singing continues in bar]

[thwacks]

[singing continues]

♪ And down from the mountains ♪

♪ Came the squadrons and platoons ♪

♪ Four-and-twenty fighting men ♪

♪ And a couple of stout gossoons ♪ Paddy Morrisey, get back to your work. And you too, miss.

Now, gentlemen, there'll be another carriage needed while we make room for the grand hurling team that brought us all such glory today.

[crowd cheering]

It'll only be a minute's wait, if some of you able-bodied men will give a hand to hitch on another chariot.

[crowd shouting]

Same again, Mr. Morrisey. Same again, Miss Mallory.

[crowd shouting]

[shouting continues]

[clanging]

Miss Mallory. Yes, Mr. Morrisey?

I was wondering, like, uh but, how long have we been mockin' up together?

It was 11 years, 9 months and 3 days last Tuesday.

Oh.

Mary Ann?

Christy?

Dad, I am not going to marry the Ryan girl at all.

You're not what?

If I can't marry Mary Ann McMahon here I'm off to join the foreign legion.

You'll marry whoever this good woman and I say you'll marry.

As is proper.

Will you take your seats? You're filthing up the platform.

I'll ask you to keep out of this and not interfere in a domestic problem.

I'll not have the train held up by a pair of matchmaking biddies.

Mr. Donigan!

I will not be spoken to like that by a man whose great grandfather

'as all the world knows, was seen creeping up a borine' one dark night during famine times, God help us with a bowl of soup.

It's a lie!

Well, do you mind if I call you Peggy?

No, Paddy.

Well, I...I don't know how put it--

Go on, go on!

[whispering] Go on.

How would you like to be buried with my people?

It would be lovely.

[whistle]

There'll be one minute's waiting.

[train whistle blowing]

Oh! Oh!

[bell ringing]

[indistinct shouting]

We're off!

[train whistle blowing]

[shouting]

[train chugging]

[shouting]

[bagpipe music]

[chugging continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

["The Rising Of The Moon"]

♪ Oh! Then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall ♪

♪ Where the gatherin' is to be? ♪

♪ In the ould spot by the river ♪

♪ Right well known to you and me.. ♪ You've all heard of Lady Gregory and Dublin's famous Abbey Theatre.

Well, this story is inspired by one of Lady Gregory's most successful one-act plays.

"The Rising Of The Moon."

The actual settings used include those in Galway which suggested the play to Lady Gregory.

The story is now set in the period known as

"The Troubles" or what some call the "Black-and-Tan War."

Lady Gregory took her title, "The Rising Of The Moon" from this traditional revolutionary song.

We call our film, 1921.

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

[indistinct praying]

[praying continues]

[crowd chattering]

[indistinct praying]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

"Holy Mary, Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen."

Mother, move along, you'll only catch your death of cold in the wet streets.

Death, he says. As if it wasn't on all of us.

"Now and at the hour of our death."

And this, I tell you, all in the sound of me voice.

When Sean Curran dies in that same hour, we--

Sergeant, what's going on? Nothing at all.

Keep these people moving. And you with your guns--

We've got to keep this area clear.

I know me orders and I'll take none from the military.

Nor from men that call themselves the military.

Move on, mother, move on, move on.

"Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death."

"...and forgive us our trespasses"

"as we forgive those who trespass against us."

"And lead us not into.."

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, th-thirteen.

That step is loose.

Do you want the man to break his neck before he's hung?

I'll see to it. Alright.

Change the clock.

Act the dummy.

[horse snorts]

[indistinct praying]

I am Sister Matthias. This is Sister Mary Therese.

Sean Curran is her brother. Do you have a pass?

Yes.

That's from headquarters. That's perfectly in order.

Will you come this way now, sister?

That's right. This way now.

You will speak to no one until you are inside.

[clanging]

Sister! Mary, Mary..

[sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

Sister of the condemned man, that's the official pass.

I-It's perfectly in order, sir.

[sobbing continues]

[footsteps]

[footsteps continue]

Yes.

There's a lady to see you, Sarge. Sean Curran's sister.

Curran's sister?

[clanging]

That's all I needed to make this day complete.

Is she outside?

Yes, and there's another one with her.

Another sister.

Oh, no, sir, not Curran's sister.

They are what they call nuns, sir.

Yeah, well, send her in.

Alright. Go.

Come along now, this way.

[footsteps]

Oh, how do you do?

Please, come in.

I'm afraid this room's a bit, uh..

Shall I open a window?

Oh, please, do not trouble yourself, Major.

This is Sister Mary Therese

'Sean Curran's sister.'

Sister, I'm...I'm terribly sorry.

I...I'm afraid there isn't much time.

Oh! Please, Major.

If only for a few minutes.

It took such a long time getting from the convent.

Shall we say... five minutes then?

[sighs]

Sister, sister, come with me, come with me.

Now, now please, child. Come with me!

How can I go and bid him goodbye?

As if it was for little ways.

And I knowing that all the time in an hour they'll take him.

Lad's so tender hearted that he cried for a dead bird.

[sobbing] Sister!

(Sister Matthias) 'Come here, child.'

Go with her, sister.

'Go with her.'

I'm very sorry, uh..

I wish that..

Put that cigarette out!

Escort these ladies to the cell.

His sister may spend five minutes with him.

Thank you, Major.

You have been very kind.

[sobbing]

[footsteps]

[door creaking]

[thud]

Four years of war..

...and I end up a hangman.

How much longer are they going to keep us here?

[footsteps]

Here..

Mind your step now, sister, here, at that step.

[sobbing]

[clicks]

[thud]

[Therese sobbing]

Curran! John Curran!

(male #2) 'You've a visitor.'

It's your sister, understand? Your own dear sister.

'You've only got five minutes so talk fast.'

[Therese sobbing]

(Therese) 'Sean!'

Oh, Mother of God!

Sean!

[crying]

Five minutes, now. Five minutes only.

[thud]

[click]

Blasted, what's the matter with those lights?

I don't know. Let's see what it is.

We're always having trouble with these.

I think it's what they call a short circuit.

Then do something about it, you idiot.

I know. It's the bulbs they've given us.

Well, then get another bulb. That's not my department, sir.

Them wires. Take a look there at the top.

I don't know what's the trouble?

There's another wire going down there to the bottom.

You know, a wire comes out on the far side over there.

How could he expect me to know about it, huh?

The wires that go down there could go down to the sewers.

As soon as you cut it off..

There's nothing we can do about it.

[indistinct praying]

Keep moving it.

What are you doing here? To ensure there's a supper.

Small pleasure I take in bringing it to a man who'd let Sean Curren die and have no more say about it than

"Keep moving. Keep moving."

That's enough. After all, think of the kids.

And they at home and on their knees be their beds praying for the miracle that will save the life of the greatest man in Ireland today.

Go on home, this is no place for you.

I'll not go till I've said me beads for Sean Curren.

Well, say them and don't be interfering with me.

In the performance of me duty. Duty!

If I was a man, I'd be battering down the wall.

Move on, or I'll have to take you into custody.

Give me that.

Will you move on there, please? Move on now.

Move on please.

You left the house without your heavy drawers this morning.

Go home. I'll get this. Move on now, please, move on.

Go on now, the whole lot of you, please.

[bell dongs]

[donging continues]

[bell dongs]

It's time, sir.

Right.

Drink? No, thank you, sir. Bit early.

[bell dongs]

[glass shattering]

It's a bit early to be hanging a man.

[bell dongs]

[door creaking]

[footsteps]

[bell dongs]

(male #3) 'About time.'

March!

[footsteps]

[indistinct chattering]

[bell dongs]

Thank you, Sergeant. You've been very kind.

(all) "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners.."

Michael, here it's raining and you without your heavy--

That's a strange thing. What is?

I never knew that nuns wore them high-heeled French shoes.

You ought to have your mouth washed out for this sacrilege.

High-heeled French shoes!

She had it Jenny. She was wearing it on her foot.

What's the matter with these lights?

Where's that Walter? Walter!

(Walter) 'Yes, sir. Coming, coming up.'

Come on. Hurry up. What's the matter the lights?

We had a short circuit, I'm making sure--

It's the most ingenious.

What? I..

[clicks]

They're on now. Ah!

Open that door. Yes, sir.

Oh, come on. Hurry up. Yes, sir.

I've got the wrong key.

Ah. Here's the right one here. I think I got it now.

Oh, no. It can't be--- Here. Give them to me.

I'm sorry, Curren.

It's time.

Hello, Major. Any chance to receive a bed?

I'm Peggy O'Donald from Brooklyn.

And I...I've got an American passport.

Are you going to shoot me now, Sergeant darling?

[siren wailing]

[trumpet blowing]

Will three woman come on up to Boreen?

How did it go?

Mmm. I was magnificent!

And how was Katie? She was alright.

Thought she overplayed it. 'You would.'

Hmph!

Comrade, Curren.

May I shake the hand of a great man?

When the history of this land is written

'in its patriots' blood' there'd be many a long page bearing the honored name of Sean Curren.

I'll die happy. Ah. You're heavy.

Here, here, here.

[indistinct chattering]

[praying in foreign language]

Louder, come on, come on, louder.

[praying continues]

[praying in foreign language]

[chanting in foreign language]

Louder! Come on, lift it.

[chanting in foreign language]

[siren wailing]

[chanting continues]

Stop this and get the man ready.

The Black and Tans are barricading all over town.

[chanting in foreign language]

[man moaning]

[tapping]

[clapping]

[soft music]

(male #4) Alright.

Show that bloody head. Move on. Move on. Move on.

You've seen him, alright? Yeah, he's alright.

I know his father, well, he's alright, that boy's okay.

Maggie O'Leary!

What're you doing out, at this hour of the night?

Go on home to your man.

'What're you doing? You with the bad chest.'

'Go on home, man.'

(male #4) 'Alright.'

'Hold on there.' Oh, and what do we have here?

One patriot or two.

You'll have to ask himself that. I don't speak the language.

[donkey braying]

Oh. So, so you know each other.

One of the bright ones, eh?

Come here to the light. I wanna have a look at you.

'What's your name?'

Sure, if I told you that you'd be as wise as meself.

Ah, but I don't mind.

I'm Jimmy Welsh, the ballad singer.

Did you never hear tell of me?

Jimmy Welsh, the ballad singer. I've not seen you for weeks.

I was talking about you the other day with John Prilly.

We were arguing about the-- You know this man?

Know him? I've known him for years.

He's the best ballad singer in the county.

Come here, I want to ask you.

The first line of "She's Far From The Land." Is it like this?

♪ She far from the land-- ♪ Ah. No, no.

♪ She far from the land ♪

♪ where her young heroes live-- ♪

'Let him out of here.' On your way.

Jimmy Welsh, if I get off early, I'll meet you at Marching Carlton's for a pint.

[footsteps]

Stick one there and stick one there.

[ship horn blowing]

[waves whooshing]

[ship horn blowing]

Let me pass, let me pass.

I'm the wife of Sergeant O'Hara, I'll have you know trying to bring a bit of supper to me husband.

Being stopped at every turn by people like you, with stripes.

And you with your moustache.

The whole lot of you all--- Please, madam, move on.

[siren wailing]

What are you doing here, Sergeant?

Louie Arthur said to cover the case.

Well, remember that from now on this is known as check point 26.

Check point 26?

What have I got to do with your check points?

Sergeant Michael O'Hara here.

Who am I talking to there?

Oh. What's the use?

Drive on.

Blasted petty.

[siren wailing]

Check point 26!

Insufferable twit!

We've five of them left, Sergeant.

Where will I stick them?

Stick them anywhere you like. Throw them into the sea.

Let the lads in that Yankee freighter have a look at them.

Check point 26.

[ship horn blowing]

[splash]

You blasted idiot. What did you do that for?

You told me to throw them.

Clear out of me sight, before I throw you in after them.

Return to your point.

You're not afraid, are you?

Oh. No, Sergeant, I'm not afraid. It's just..

...it's a terrible thing to be alone with a desperate lad like that on the loose.

[ship horn blowing]

Well, if you're so nervous, you needn't go too far.

Do you mind, if I sit with you awhile?

That's alright.

You'll be safer here, darling.

I...I think I would.

Is that you, Michael?

Who else would it be?

On the coldest, dampest, loneliest place in the whole lot of those.

Is that my supper, that should have been here two hours ago?

Small thanks I get for carrying it a long way.

With the Black and Tans stopping me at every corner asking if it was a bomb.

They must have tasted your plum puddings.

Well, look at that now.

'Five hundred pounds.'

There must be a dealer spending £500.

One minute you're saying the rosary for him.

The next minute, you want the blood money.

Well, someone has to collect it.

What chance would he have at getting away now?

Yeah, poor boy.

Five hundred pounds.

Put that with your pension, Michael and you'd never hear a cross word from me again.

We could buy a small farm in the country.

And the fresh churned butter.

And the eggs in the morning.

An-- Wait a second.

Do you hear something?

The poor boy.

Five hundred pounds.

[man singing]

[singing continues]

Ah. Good evening to Your Honor.

The singer.

Who are you? What's your name?

Well, if I've answered that once this day I've answered it a hundred times.

You won't mind making it a 101.

The name is Jimmy Walsh.

And as you can see, I'm a ballad singer.

What I see is one thing and what I hear is another.

You're no ballad singer.

I had a great voice, when I was young, Your Honor.

What brings you down here to the Spanish Yachts?

The same thing that brings yourself, Your Honor.

What do you mean by that? Money.

You are hopeful at getting £500.

Ah, but all I'm asking is a shilling or two for me ballad.

There are some sailors there who'll be coming ashore in a bit Regular customers of mine.

Regular customers, that freighter got in here yesterday.

Ah, but she-she's been in before.

Ah, would the lovely lady like to buy a ballad?

There's, uh...there's "The Peeler And The Gold."

What? No offense, Your Honor.

And, uh, "The Rising Of The Moon."

Ah, there's a lovely song.

She'll buy none of your ballads, move on there.

"The Rising Of The Moon."

Didn't you used to sing that Michael when we were courting?

How would I know?

I did a lot of things when we were courting that I don't remember now.

True for you there, Michael O'Hara.

And listen..

What did you mean by that last crack?

I thought it was plain enough.

It was plain enough. It was too plain.

Now, I suggest you go on home, where you belong.

Instead of gallivanting around the waterfront with this gravel-throated minstrel.

I'll be going, you needn't fear, Michael O'Hara--

(male #2) 'Hut. Heel.'

All clear, Sergeant? All clear.

Ah, I see you're having a spot of blarney with the old Judy.

I'll have you understand, sir, that old Judy is me wife.

Yes, that's what I always tell to meself.

Did you hear what he said?

Where's that tinker? How would I know?

You're the policeman in the family.

All I'm good for is to cook food and bring it to him

'and be accused of gallivanting around with the tinker.' and of wanting blood money, when I'm thinking of is--

Please, you're putting words into me mouth I never said.

You did, you did every last one of them.

What's that? Out there? Where? Where?

It sounds like a boat or someone rowing.

You're only trying to change subject to get me mind off what I'm saying.

Old Judy!

Ah, Michael, Michael I never thought you had such a low opinion of me.

Gallivanting, at my age?

There is a boat out there. Me after bearing you 8 kids.

Two of them twins!

Halt! Halt!

In the name of the law, halt!

[ship horn blowing]

Halt. Halt! Jimmy Walsh!

Come back here. Come back here at once.

I see you, Jimmy Walsh.

Come back! I have a gun. I'll shoot.

[flute music]

Sean Curren.

[music continues]

(male #5) 'Sergeant! Sergeant!'

Is that yourself? It is.

I heard you calling.

It was a jackass you heard braying.

That's what I thought.

The one out there.

It belongs to an old friend of mine, Jimmy Walsh.

It's the...Jimmy Walsh the ballad singer.

Kind, old friend of mine, a fine voice he had too.

What he used to sing best was "The Rising Of The Moon."

Sure I used to sing it meself too.

Though there was a bit of treason in it.

I suppose there's a bit of treason in us all, more or less.

This is how it used to go.

♪ Oh! Then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall ♪

♪ Where the gatherin'.. ♪ Where's your gun?

I lost it.

Go back to the barracks. Put your name in the books.

Go back at once.

[speaking in foreign language]

[ship horn blowing]

♪ Oh! Then tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall ♪

♪ Where the gatherin' is to be? ♪

♪ In the ould spot by the river ♪

♪ Right well known to you and me ♪

♪ One word more for signal token ♪

♪ Whistle up the marchin' tune ♪

♪ With your pikes upon your shoulders ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪ So you thought I forgot the old days.

Not so old, Michael.

I remember you by the Glenside with shamrocks in your hat.

You drilling with the bud-- Me pension woman, me pension.

I'll be going home now, Michael. I'll keep the bed warm for you.

Well done. Bye-bye, dear.

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ With your pike upon your shoulder ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ Well they fought for poor old Ireland ♪

♪ And full bitter was their fate.. ♪

(Michael) 'Five hundred pounds reward.'

Five hundred pounds.

I wonder now am I as great a fool as I think I am?

♪ In manhood's burning noon ♪

♪ Who would follow in their footsteps ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ At the risin' of the moon ♪

♪ And hurrah my boys for freedom ♪

♪ 'Tis the risin' ♪

♪ Of the moon ♪

[soft music]