The Playboys

Mind yourself.

Oh, my God, Tara.

Your water's broke.

Her water.

Tara!

Marry me! I'm your man!

Thirty flooded acres!

Go away and leave us alone.

- I'm talking to Tara. -Go away, Mick.

Who else'll have you now?

- Huh? -Home, now. Sleep it off.

How are they?

Fine, thank you, Sergeant.

It's Mick and the sergeant at it again.

They're like tomcats.

They'll only come near me at night.

At least we've a man on our side from now on.

Aren't you the lucky lad, Jimmy?

This dump is going to be all yours one day...

if you're not careful.

Oh, Tara.

I couldn't bear to touch it, the poor wee thing.

Mrs. Ryan.

I'm only here because I feel sorry for you.

You can spare your sorrow for yourself.

What can we do for you?

A button. A fairly big one that's fairly small...

with four holes, as opposed to two.

I'm making my niece a dress. She's emigrating.

Lucky bitch.

What about this?

It's the latest fashion, you know.

She's my niece, not a trollop.

- Would this do? -Sixpence.

God love us. Poor wee bastard.

Shut your gob.

Who's the father?

There'll be no luck about this place until you own up.

If everyone around here owned up to their sins...

there'd be a queue at the confession box a mile long.

Come on! Pull!

Holy God. Why me?

Since you gave up the drink, has it been any easier?

Worse. Far worse.

Drink's an anesthetic.

It takes away the feelings for a while, the pain.

And the joy.

I can't remember.

God sees your suffering and understands.

Then why can't she?

You're not the only man who wants to marry her.

Is it Mick you're talking about?

If he so much as lays a finger on her...

I'll strangle him with me--

Don't commit murder in your heart, man.

May God forgive me, Father...

but that's the way I feel sometimes.

Mick has blown his brains out! Come on!

The rain drove him crazy.

- Why? -'Cause his cows was dying.

He had no wife, that's why.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Give us a hand, you two.

You should've seized the gun off of him, Sergeant.

The state he was in. Revoked his license!

Leave me be.

Scandal is a contagion.

And one sinner...

can infect an entire community.

Tara Maguire...

name the man who wronged you...

or the whoremaster will bring down...

yet more corruption and disaster on the heads of us all!

Tara?

Tara!

Tara, my dear child...

trust in your neighbors and your friends...

and in the Lord!

She's not a leper.

You're flying in the face of the parish...

and Mick's suicide was the last straw.

That's one mortal sin they can't nail on me.

I wish to God I was in Dublin or London.

With a baby tucked under your arms?

You wouldn't last five minutes.

- Leave it there. -Don't be stupid.

Own up. Whose baby is it?

Ask your husbands.

He's my baby! Mine!

Look!

"Murder in the Red Barn."

- Will there be guns in it? -Is it a cowboy?

There's guns in it, all right...

and an axe...

and a boy and a cow.

I wonder what "The Nun's Story" will be about.

It's about a nun.

What do you get if you win the raffle?

The first prize...

is a pound of butter and a packet of tea.

We have a double bed.

Could sleep three easy.

Is that right?

“The Crappy Boy.“

“The Crappy Buy.“ Come here to me, you.

Did you not wash behind your ears this morning, lad?

How much is six pence?

For you, three pence. Only for you, though.

What is that?

I bet those flowers are for Tara.

Morning, Father.

Morning, Father.

Just like all the other men in this place.

Scared to death of the priest.

Scared to death of you, more like.

I could have gone...

to the ecclesiastical outfitters in Dublin, Tara...

but I'd rather you had the money.

If you're not too proud to take it, that is.

What's your inside leg, Father?

I don't understand your question.

Here, hold this.

Up higher. That's it.

You still angry at me?

You read me from the pulpit, and I'll never forgive you...

but I need your money.

He looks like a tough wee customer right enough.

I'll have it within the week. Do you want the same--

Exactly the same, if you please.

Change is a dangerous thing.

Change of fashion, change of heart, of mind...

change of religion...

it's all a sign of these shallow times.

Mick's death could've been avoided, Tara.

He killed himself over bad money...

and rotten land, not for my sake.

But the sergeant, now, there's a man...

who could be relied on by anyone.

Indeed.

He's just the person to set you on the straight and narrow.

What do you say?

I'll be needing half the cash in advance, by the way.

Tara, don't drive another soul to drink and despair.

What the hell are you doing?

Woodwork, sir. It's me hobby.

I wish I had the time for woodwork.

If ever you do, sir, I'll lend you me tools.

Let me smell your breath.

Get out on patrol-now.

You're supposed to be a policeman, not a carpenter.

Tara...

up to your old tricks again?

What do you think?

Once a smuggler, always a smuggler.

It's food, that's all.

And a suit for Father Malone.

It's time he changed out of sackcloth and ashes anyway.

Would you look at the two of us?

The lawbreaker and the lawmaker.

I'm earning a bit extra for me and the baby.

You trying to make life more difficult for us?

There's nothing I want less.

Let me go, then.

What's happened to your hand?

Just a little nick, cleaning me bicycle.

Marry me, or I'll go mad.

I'd go mad if I did.

Let me look after the two of you.

We don't need looking after.

You will.

Splendid. Splendid!

Do you know, I can smell money.

Vonnie, dream's over. Back to reality.

How are youse? Youse are welcome.

Youse are welcome here, too!

Thank you, Seamus. Thank you, Gerry.

- I've got a piano. -So have I.

You can give them all the Shakespeare you want.

They won't know the difference.

- You coming to the show? -Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

In front of the children. Vonnie.

Looks like the last place God made.

Isn't that what you said about the place we were last week?

- I was wrong. -Will you shut up, Vonnie?

You're always grousing.

Let's get this show off the road.

I got first tabs on her.

You can have the sister.

With a bit of luck, man...

we'll have a great time, huh?

If these chancers on the green cause you any trouble...

you've only to say the word.

They're only trying to scrape a living...

same as the rest of us.

Ah, Sergeant. Complimentary tickets...

for yourself... and your family?

I'll be there every night...

on duty.

What do you think you're doing?