Far and Away

Stand aside. 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 breaking loose.

Buntin?

I hope they kill him.

Would you look at that bastard, Joe?

Landlord! You're a sinner!

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

but the lump of your own swollen money bag.

He'll never get over that one, Joe.

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

Out, you robber!

Joe, come on. Are you hurt?

Take me home to my sons.

Back!

Stand still, you ugly animal.

Whoa, you ugly...

Damn you. The 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 plowed all that muck down there?

My ambition's a little grander than yours, a couple of lazy cows.

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.

Come on.

Give us something we can aim at.

Shag off, the pair of you.

There's a goat over there. Go improve your love life.

Come on now, Joseph. Just a nosebleed's all we're asking.

I've no wish to fight you.

Try pummeling me, you arrogant son of a bitch.

Get him!

Watch him. He's riled up now.

Hold still now.

Stand up, Joseph.

Lads, your father's been damaged.

You're here, Joe.

Da!

Da!

He took on the enemy with his own bare hands.

Fifty of them. Armed and with hideous guns.

Yeah, 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 you the truth.

Quiet, Danty Duff, for once.

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.

You can't die. We need you here, Da.

Need me? What for?

Her beautiful eyes were a terrible curse

Da?

God bless your soul.

Poor Joe Donnelly.

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.

He's left us with a huge debt of rent on the land.

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

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

You son of a... Joseph!

Saints preserve us!

We thought you'd died, Da.

I did, son. I passed away.

But you're talking to us, Da, and your eyes are looking about.

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

Now shut your mouth before I die again.

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.

Not my dreams. I'll work my own land someday.

Without land a man is nothing.

Land is a man's very own soul.

Yeah.

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

God bless your soul, Joe Donnelly.

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?

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 fella'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 all in one, the same Daniel Christie.

Here now, give him a proper taste of death.

Yeah, landlords!

Captain Moonlight.

Captain Moonlight.

Don't you be pretending you know what

Captain Moonlight means, 'cause you don't.

It's the code, the rebel code.

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

Don't breathe it to a living soul, you understand now?

Yeah. Yeah.

Captain Moonlight, Joseph.

Off to Kill your landlord?

Blow the bastard's head off.

Don't be afraid to kill him.

Assassinate the bastard.

Joseph, it was too good to be kept a secret, son.

Would you know which end of the gun

to point at the gentleman's ear?

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

and come hobbling home in tears!

Goodbye, Colm. Goodbye, Paddy.

Goodbye, 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, very wise, very wise.

God bless you, every one.

God bless you, sir.

Whiskey for everyone.

Great, 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.

I crave adventure, boys.

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

Your good health, sir.

To your good health, sir.

To your 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.

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. It is.

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.

Here we are.

I recognize these hedges by their dullness.

Oh, 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.

A lady must always be civilized even when she rides.

No one saw me riding, Mother.

I saw you.

Yes, Mother.

"A lady must always be civilized."

She never leaves us alone, does she?

No, she doesn't.

There, go on, good girl.