Far and Away

Let us pass!

Buntin, you landlord bastard!

Her beautiful eyes were a terrible curse

Three days in his grave she ran off with his purse

Lads! That bloody landlord Buntin's on his way in.

All hell's breakin' loose!

Death to all landlords!

I hope they kill him.

Would you look at that bastard, Joe?

Landlord, you sinner!

Between your lungs there's neither heart nor spirit...

but the lump of your own swallowed money bag!

He'll never get over that one, Joe.

You're a blight on this country that never belonged to you!

Out!

Out, you robber!

Hey, Joe.

Come on. Are you hurt, Joe?

Danty, take me home to my sons.

Stand still, you ugly animal.

Whoa.

Whoa, you ugly-

Damn you! Aw, to hell with you!

-Colm! -What?

Will you look at our little brother?

He can't keep hold of his ass.

Sweetheart of a child, slaving away.

Is it not enough, Joseph, you ploughed all that muck down there?

My ambition's a little grander than yours.

-A couple of lazy cows. -Oh, ambition, is it?

To break your back on land that isn't your own?

It belongs to the landlord Christie.

Hold your face up, lad.

Now, come on.

Give us something we can aim at.

Just shag off, the pair of you.

There's a goat over there.

-Go improve your love life. -Now, come on, Joseph honey.

Just a nosebleed's all we're asking.

I've no wish to fight you.

Try pummelling me, you arrogant son of a bitch!

Get him, Pad-

Watch him! He's riled up now!

Hold still, now.

Stand up, Joseph!

Lads, your father's been damaged!

You're here, Joe.

Da!

Yeah, and he took on the enemy with his own bare hands-

fifty of them, armed, and with hideous guns.

And your father-

he walloped them all...

one by one, the whole lot of them.

And I killed off a fair share myself, to tell the God's truth-

Quiet, Danty Duff, for once.

Yeah, well...

humble as I am, I'll keep that part of the story for another time.

How are you feeling now, Da?

My soul is departing from me, Joseph.

-Don't you talk that way. -I'll talk any way I please.

-I'm dying, I tell you! -Well, you can't die.

-We need you here, Da. -Need me? What for?

Her beautiful eyes were a terrible curse

God bless your soul.

Poor Joe Donelly.

We'd be as well to sell off a thing or two now that the old man's gone.

Is that any way to keen over the death of our father?

Misery's a personal matter, Joseph.

We don't need any instruction. Thanks.

Sure, he's left us with a huge debt of rent on the land.

We'll begin to settle our debt when we harvest the land.

Grow the potatoes and pick them yourself, Joseph, you ambitious boy!

-You son of a- -Joseph!

Jesus and the saints preserve us!

We thought you died, Da.

I did, son.

I passed away.

But you're talking to us, Da.

And your eyes- they're looking about.

I was as dead as a stone, I tell you.

Now shut your mouth before I die again.

Well, I am-

Come here!

I've come back to tell you something.

You're an especially odd boy.

You came back from the dead to tell me that I'm odd?

You have all kinds of oddities...

clattering around in your brain.

So had I when I was as young as you.

But dreams, my boy, in this poor corner of the world...

end up in a glass of ale.

No. Not my dreams, Da.

I'll work my own land someday.

Without land, a man is nothing.

That's it. Yeah.

Land is a man's very own soul.

A miracle- that's what you're looking for.

And by God, if you manage it...

your old da will be smiling down on you...

from heaven above.

Her beautiful eyes

Were a terrible

God bless your soul, Joe Donelly...

for the second time.

God rest your soul, Da.

Say nothing to them, lads.

This country's ours. They don't exist.

What dead man is this?

You needn't answer, but hear these words.

I represent Mr. Daniel Christie, who by right of law...

owns this land and all improvements upon it.

Rent on this property has not been paid.

The warning's been given thrice.

Keep walking, lads.

Our father's being buried today.

Bastards are burning our house!

That will do.

Where is this landlord Christie?

I want justice for what he's done.

There's nothing I like better...

than the glow of murder in a young fellow's eyes.

It has a terrible go of rust on it.

I've only killed chickens and pigs till now.

He's a pig and a chicken in one, the same Daniel Christie.

Here, now. Give him a proper taste of death.

Yeah. Landlords.

Captain Moonlight.

Don't pretend you know what Captain Moonlight means, 'cause you don't.

It's the code, the rebel code.

Now that you've heard it, keep it to yourself.

Don't breathe it to a living soul. Do you understand?

Captain Moonlight, Joseph.

Off to kill your landlord, eh?

Blow the bastard's head off!

Don't be afraid to kill him.

Assassinate the bastard!

It was too good to be kept a secret.

Do you know which end of the gun to point at the gentleman?

He'll shoot himself in the balls, I'll wager...

and come hobbling home in tears.

-Good-bye, Colm. -Good-bye, Paddy.

Good-bye, Joseph. We'll see you at your wake.

God bless all in this house.

God bless you, son.

Down from the north, are you?

Or perhaps the east?

West of here, maybe?

South.

I prefer to keep my business to myself, if you please.

Very wise.

God bless you, everyone.

Ah, bless you, sir.

-Whiskey for everyone! -Oh, great!

How are you, sir, tonight?

Oppressed.

That's the word for me.

I live in a house that's stuffy and dull...

and worse, I've a wife who forbids me to drink.

-God help you. -I crave adventure, boys.

If I had wings, I'd fly to the stars.

Your good health, sir.

Good health, Mr. Christie.

Liven up, lad.

You're too young to be brooding in your ale.

What places you in this small chapter of the world?

He's keeping himself to himself, that one.

Oh, then it's one of two things:

enterprise or love.

It isn't love. Rest assured of that.

Then you're a man of business...

like myself.

But I warn you...

it's brought me nothing but misery.

I'm lost in a fog of commerce and compromise.

I'd trade it all away for 15 minutes of freedom.

Freedom is a rare thing in these parts.

It is.

-It is, indeed. -Oh, indeed it is.

To a long and happy life...

Mr. Christie.

God bless you, lad.

Why should I expire

For the fire of any eye

Though foolish men you slay

For thee I shall not die

Your beauty and your name

Will never conquer me

What have I done

Hello...

souls of the departed...

what a disappointment I must seem to you all.

Oh, no. Here we are-home.

I recognize these hedges by their dullness.

O woman, high of fame

Though men have died for thee

This is a difficult murder.

Good evening, Mr. Christie.

Take the horse.

Shannon, I saw you galloping in the fields.

Dignity, Shannon, Dignity.