Brooklyn

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Miss Kelly, might I talk to you later?

Not if what you're going to say

will cause trouble for me in some way or another.

9:00 mass is over, girls.

- Now. Thank you.

One moment, please. - Excuse me.

And some rashers and some cheese.

Mrs Brady, what would you like this morning?

- Half a dozen rashers, please. - Of course.

Eilis will get that for you now.

- I was next. - And you still are.

- Yes? - I need some shoe polish.

Shoe polish? That's not really a Sunday item, now, is it?

These people need things for their dinner or their tea.

Why couldn't you have remembered yesterday?

Because it looks like you needed it yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Miss Kelly...

I hadn't forgotten. Spit it out, whatever it is.

I'm away to America.

Whose idea was that?

Father Flood in New York arranged it.

Rose used to play golf with him. He sponsored me.

And he found me a job and got me a visa.

Well, we won't be needing you back here.

I could work every Sunday till I go.

No, thank you.

- Your poor sister. - My sister?

Well, mothers are always being left behind in this country.

But Rose,

that's the end for her now, isn't it?

She'll be looking after your mother for the rest of her life.

I wish I'd written to Father Flood about you, Rose.

Me? I have a job.

You had a couple of hours on a Sunday working for Nettles Kelly.

- You shouldn't call her that. - I think it's quite a kind name.

Considering she's actually a terrible old witch.

Well, I don't want to talk about her any more.

Good.

They say it's hotter there in the summer and colder in the winter.

What in heaven's name will she do about clothes?

She'll buy them, Mother.

She doesn't want to be wasting her money on clothes.

She won't have much choice. She'll be there for...

- You look beautiful, Nancy. - Thank you.

You look so beautiful. It makes me despair of this place.

Why?

Well, you're the prettiest girl in County Wexford.

You should be able to choose any man you want

and we're hoping that George Sheridan from the rugby club looks your way.

Do you think he might?

Of course he will.

I know you like him, Nancy, but he's not Gary Cooper, is he?

And those boys with their hair oil and their blazers.

He has beautiful eyes. - Mmm...

And he's going to come into a beautiful shop in the market square.

Why didn't you wear your blue dress?

Are you asking why I didn't make more of an effort?

I suppose cos I'm going away.

- Mind, now. - (BOTH LAUGHING)

Come on.

He's looked over here twice already.

He hasn't!

- He's walking over here now. - He's not!

Why would I keep lying to you about what George Sheridan's doing?

Would you like to dance?

Is that really everything you own?

Oh, Eilis.

I should have looked after you better.

You've bought most of the clothes in this case.

That's one of the reasons I'm going, cos I can't buy my own.

If it was just that, I'd spend every penny I had on you.

Gladly.

But I can't buy you a future.

I can't buy you the kind of life you need.

I know.

But you'll come see me there one day?

Yes.

And you'll look after yourself?

You don't have to worry about me.

And I'll come home to visit, won't I?

Cos I couldn't bear it if...

You haven't packed your shoes yet.

They'll take up a bit of room.

There.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Off.

Number one, bottom bunk, that's mine.

You're on the top.

This is hell.

- Never again. - Never again to America?

The mistake was coming home from America in the first place.

I'd do anything to get out of this horrible cabin.

Let's go for a smoke.

I don't.

Suit yourself. I'll see you later.

Unless I find a nice man in First to smoke with.

It's good to see that not everybody's put off their dinner by the weather forecast.

It's supposed to be a rough one tonight,

so none of the other passengers are eating.

A few spoonfuls of soup maybe, but not the mutton stew.

Please unlock it.

Go away! (RETCHES)

I'm sorry about the smell.

And the bucket.

Don't worry. The whole boat stinks.

Even First Class. I've just been thrown out of there, by the way.

The bathroom door was locked all night.

Oh, those bastards.

There. Won't be very comfortable, but at least it's ours.

Open the door. - Feck off.

- Open the door right now. - Do you hear me? Fuck off.

If you'd been nice last night, we would have played fair.

- Now you've got no toilet. - Get out of the bathroom.

You bastards.

Go on, you can use it.

I'm going to get us some water. That's all you're allowed.

Are you going to live in America?

Yes.

You have papers and everything?

Yes. And a job.

How'd you manage to arrange all that?

I didn't. Someone did it for me. A priest my sister knows.

And how do you feel about it?

How long do letters from Ireland take to arrive?

My sister Rose said she'd write straightaway.

They take a long time at first.

And then no time at all.

You have family in America? Friends?

No.

You'll meet people easily enough.

Where are you gonna live? Brooklyn?

- How'd you know that? - Lucky guess.

Try to remember that sometimes it's nice to talk to people who don't know your auntie.

That's what it's like?

That's what it's like.

I haven't been sick for hours.

Nice, isn't it?

I'm very hungry.

That's why you haven't been sick for hours.

We'll eat tomorrow.

Or the day after.

Oh, dear. We're gonna have to do something with you.

They'll put you in quarantine or something

if you try and enter the country looking like that.

Nothing fancy. You mustn't look like a tart.

Oh, well, looking like a tart isn't going to be a problem.

This doesn't look too bad.

My sister gave me that.

Wear it with this

and...

this.

Have your bags ready for inspection.

Don't look too innocent, though.

I'll put some rouge and mascara on you.

Perhaps a little eye liner.

Step out of the line, please. Thank you. Next, please. Thank you.

Step over this way, please. Get out of the line.

Next. Passport, please.

Stand up straight.

Polish your shoes.

And don't cough, whatever you do.

Over this way.

Don't be rude or pushy, but don't look too nervous.

Step this way.

Think like an American.

You have to know where you're going.

Welcome to the United States, ma'am.

Through the blue door, please.

Next, please.

Bless us, oh Lord,

and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty

through Christ our Lord, amen.

Amen.

I saw you had a letter today, Diana. Any news?

Mr de Valera's had another operation on his eyes, she says. He's been in Holland.

I don't want news I can read in a newspaper.

Anyway, we would describe Mr de Valera as politics,

would we not, Mrs Kehoe?

And we do not like politics at the dinner table.

We don't.

It's not politics to talk about eye operations.

It is if the eyes belong to a politician.

And I don't like to talk about hospitals very much either.

Patty, did you have any luck with that cold cream?

No, Mrs Kehoe. I asked Miss Tyler in Cosmetics.

And I showed her the advertisement.

I don't want to have to travel all the way into Manhattan

just for a jar of cold cream.

Maybe you could have a look in Bartocci's for me, Eilis?

Yes, Mrs Kehoe.

Oh, Bartocci's is bound to have it.