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(wind howling) (birds chirping)
- [Matt] I am a man of the North.
Names like Altamuskin, Sixmilecross and Ballygawley
roll off my tongue like water over in mill wheel.
I am made of rain, nettles and thick moss,
trees and wind. (grass rustling)
I am stories handed down like heirlooms.
Cu Chulainn, Aine, Maeve,
(wind howling) war, church, famine, fairies.
(somber music) (wind howling)
I could be an Irishman anywhere in the world,
but somehow I have been delivered back to this place, home.
Home, what does it mean? (vehicle droning)
Home. (somber music)
(vehicle droning)
(wind whistling)
(water rushing)
(vehicle droning) (birds chirping)
(horse neighing) (vehicle revving)
(brake rattling)
(leaves rustling)
- Do you remember who used to live here?
- It's old Mrs. Rodgers house, isn't it?
- Was. (wind howling)
Dead as a doornail at Winnyhaw.
But don't worry, I checked the place for ghosts.
(wind howling) (sheep bleating)
Come on, let's get you settled.
(door slamming)
(door rattling) (wind howling)
There's not much in here, as you can see.
Got it stocked up earlier, got a few of the basics,
teabags, milk, sugar, bread, peanut butter.
(door slamming) There's a kettle.
(sheep bleating)
Do you want me to light a bit of a fire for ya?
- No.
- You know where to find me, okay?
(door rattling) (wind howling)
(crow cawing) St. Anthony and St Jude,
they're a big help to me. (cards slamming)
(placid music) (door squeaking)
(Matt sighing)
(vehicle droning) (door rattling)
(bottle thumping)
- Dear God, Matt, look at yourself.
(traffic droning)
What is going on with you?
You're a great writer, Matt,
(placid music) or at least you were.
But that was 10 years ago.
10 years and not even an essay or a review.
(water rushing) You're a writer,
writers write, that's what they do.
You need to stop running.
When was the last time you were back in Ireland?
(Matt sighing) 10, 20 years ago?
- 26. - 26 years, whoa.
(traffic droning)
What the fuck did they do to you back there?
(zip zipping) (bag rustling)
(laptop thumping) (birds chirping)
(helicopter droning)
(chair rattling)
(leaves rustling)
(keys rattling)
- [Matt] When I was a boy,
my best friend Declan and I built a dam
to mark the beginning of summer.
(water rushing) Every year,
we went to the same bend in the river
at the bottom of Packie McKenna's meadow.
There was a spot there right next to an old apple orchard,
(placid music)
where the river yawned against the deep mossy bank,
creating a wide, crescential well
that was just perfect for a swimming hole.
We'd strip down to our shorts and wade into the river,
dragging big clots of mucky sod
that we'd dug from the bank,
slapping them down in a row on the river bed,
embracing them with large stones and thick stubby branches,
the water rising about our ankles,
until at last we could take a run from the field and leap,
knowing it was deep enough to catch us when we fell.
(children chattering) (Matt blowing)
(birds chirping) (crow cawing)
(Matt sighing)
(hands rubbing) (Matt blowing)
(door rattling) (dramatic music)
(leaves rustling) (wind howling)
(stump rattling)
(wood rattling)
(match clicking)
(fire crackling)
(belt thumping)
(coat thumping)
(birds chirping)
- A lovely fur coat he was wearing too, I can tell you.
Fox, I think it was. - I don't understand.
Was it a man or a woman? - Oh, for God's shake.
(vehicle droning) - It was a man,
as far as I can tell, wearing a fur coat
and a head scarf of an indeterminant fabric.
We exchanged pleasantries and I went on my way.
Simple as that.
I'm not about to cast aspersions
on his or her or its gender, it's no business of mine,
and nor should it be any of yours.
- Morning, Joe. - [Joe] Good morning, Katie.
- What's all the excitement this morning?
- Seems Pat had a bit of a fright this morning.
- Pat's only after seeing some stranger
coming out of old Mrs. Rodgers's turf shed like a ghost.
Scared the life out of him.
He was wearing a fur coat and a fur scarf.
Anyway, I wanna head on home here.
I need to lay down for a bit.
- Two stamps, please, Joe.
And if you would put those in the box for me.
- Oh, surely. - Big day, Pat?
- Oh, no, nothing new to me.
Sure if we were in New York,
nobody would pass about remarks.
- Was he good looking?
- [Pat] Sure, don't you know him?
- Me, how would I know him?
- Father Donnelly's brother,
the lad that went away to America about 25 years ago,
the writer, sure wasn't they a neighbor of yours?
Matt, I think his name was.
(placid music)
- [Joe] Will that be everything for today, Katie?
Katie? (vehicle droning)
- Yes, Joe, thank you.
Yes, all the best. - All the best, Katie.
(feet thumping)
(birds chirping)
(door rattling)
(wind howling)
(door slamming)
(Katie panting)
(lighter clicking)
(vehicle droning) (cow mooing)
(door rattling)
(door slamming)
(hay rustling)
(feet thumping) (door barking)
(traffic droning)
(door slamming)
- [Matt] I see we still haven't mastered them bastards out.
(vehicle droning)
Gerry, could you slow down a bit?
Gerry, please?
Jesus Christ. (vehicle honking)
(brakes skidding) (vehicle droning)
- Who in the fuck was that with Father Donnelly?
- He looked a bit like Matt. (birds chirping)
- When did that fucker get back here?
(dog barking)
- Hey, come on, we can head to the Cross for a pint.
(vehicle droning)
- He better not think he's moving back home around here.
(dog barking)
I can tell you that. (tense music)
(wind howling)
(nettles rustling)
- [Mr. Cooney] You, Donnelly, who told you to sit down?
Stand up.
(Matt grunting)
(hands rubbing) - Fuck.
(fire crackling)
There we go, there we go. (hands rubbing)
(Matt blowing) (cupboard squeaking)
(can thumping) (birds chirping)
(can scraping)
(keys rattling) (door rattling)
(door slamming)
(sheep bleating) (birds chirping)
(door rattling)
(door slamming) (keys rattling)
(vehicle droning)
All right, here we go, come on.
(vehicle droning)
(door rattling) (birds chirping)
(cloth rustling)
(vehicle droning)
(placid music) ♪ Where legends remain ♪
♪ Where glories of old fill the heart ♪
♪ And they may yet call again ♪
♪ Where the past has been lost ♪
♪ And the future has still to be won ♪
♪ And the cares of tomorrow must wait ♪
♪ 'Til this day is done ♪
(baskets rustling) Sorry.
Katie.
- You didn't recognize me? - No, I did.
- Liar.
- Still as beautiful as ever.
I'm sorry, that's terrible, I just got back.
It's been weird.
- Oh, were you away? (chattering)
How are you getting on at the cottage on your own?
- How do you know where I'm staying?
- Oh, you have been away too long
if you think the yank can land back here
without everybody for a 20 mile radius
having an opinion about it.
- The mailman?
- I was in the post office yesterday when he'd come in.
He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Just glad to see you're not doing your shopping
in a skirt and a pair of high heels (laughs).
- It was cold, I didn't have a jacket.
- You don't have to convince me you're not gay.
I remember.
You two know each other?
- [Matt] Declan. (traffic droning)
(feet thumping) (woman laughing)
- [Lucas] I'm sorry I missed your call, after the beep.
- [Sarah] Sorry I missed your call.
Please leave a message after the beep.
(placid music) - [Woman] At the tone,
(traffic droning) please record your message.
When you are finished recording,
you may hang up or press one for more options.
(phone beeping)
(door rattling)
- [Gerry] Been a while since you've been
in one of these, I suppose.
- 25 years, give or take a wedding or two.
- [Gerry] Did scare you that badly?
- I never much believes in fairytales.
- That's not true.
I remember when you were little.
You believed in all kinds of magic.
- Then I grew up.
- [Gerry] That was a pity. - It is a pity.
(vehicle droning)
I saw Katie at the store. - A wee word of advice,
my American brother, steer clear of Katie.
And a further piece of advice,
stay well clear of Declan Hughes.
He's a dangerous man, Matt.
- Bet he's in here every Sunday on his knees
with his tongue out, waiting for the sacrament.
- Not New York now, Matt.
People around here have a way of doing things.
(birds chirping)
Come on. (placid music)
Come with me.
(feet thumping)
(bell ringing) (wind howling)
- [Matt] I can see you now,
pegging the white flapping sheets in the breeze,
and in the scullery,
your hands at a bowl of dough, kneading,
a trace of flour in your hair, like age.
It was said you made the best loaf
of bread in all of Altamuskin,
folded secrets into the dough, fed them to us.
Pain, love, loss,
the flour of all that went unsaid,
the salt on the tongue like a mystery
bloomed in my heart like a rose.
(rain thundering)
What madness drove you to the river?
What might I have done to save you
from that cold, wet grave?
Mother, I am so sorry I didn't come home.
(fire crackling) (Matt sobbing)
(wind howling)
(vehicle droning)
(chattering) - You have got
to get your heads out of the clouds with this clown.
Jesus, he walked out on you 20 years ago.
- 26. - 26 years ago.
Seriously, was he that good in the sack?
- Maggie, I loved him.
- He's a fantasy, for God's sake.
- Would you rather I stayed with Declan?
- I'd rather you stay alive.
Do you seriously think Declan Hughes
is gonna sit back and let you walk off into the sunset
with this loser? (vehicle droning)
- Two packets of cigarettes, please?
- Yeah, what kind would you like?
- [Matt] Doesn't matter.
What's the damage?
- That's 24.70, please.
Are you American? - Almost.
24.70, wow, I have been gone too long.
- What part were you in, New York?
- [Matt] How'd you guess? - You sure don't look
like no heck. - (laughs) Very good.
- It's where I'm headed as soon as I get my act together.
- [Matt] What, you don't like it here?
- Pfft, this hole? - [Matt] Surely it can't
be that bad. - Tell you what,
why don't you take my job in here,
and I go out to your cottage and do your writing for you,
how does that sound? - Wow,
word does travel fast around here.
- And I heard about those women's clothes bit too.
Pretty sure you've got a damned good excuse for that outfit.
- I do, it's called "cold".
- Well, if you ever need warming up...
(chattering) (traffic droning)
(upbeat music) (vehicle droning)
♪ One, two, three, four ♪
♪ My love is colder than black marble by the sea ♪
♪ My heart is older than the cold ♪
♪ I am the flash ♪ (ax thumping)
♪ Of silver in the sun ♪
♪ If you see me coming you had better ♪
♪ Run, run, run ♪ (door rattling)
- Jesus, Gerry, you scared the shite out of me.
♪ From Dearg Doom ♪
What are you doing, checking up on me?
- Well, the last person that lived in this house
had we carried out feet first.
I'm taking no chances, here. (birds chirping)
- [Matt] What's this? - It's an old photo album.
It was our mother's, you should have it.
You're the one who wanted to rummage through the past.
There's some of it there. (vehicle droning)
(door rattling) What would you call this?
- Trouble. (cow mooing)
(birds chirping)
- Father. - Katie.
- Matt (laughs). - Lovely to see you.
It's a fine day.
- Yeah, it's a lovely day.
It would be nice to see a bit of sun.
- Oh, it'd be great to see a bit of sun, great.
Break the clouds, it'd be nice, yeah, nice.
Right, well, I'll be off.
I have things to do, good to see ya.
- I'm not interrupting anything?
- Oh, no, not at all, was just on me way anyway.
I have to see a man about a dog.
- Jesus, my timing's impeccable.
What must he think of me, showing up here like this?
- Well, look at the bright side, he'll never tell a soul.
- I hope not, Declan would kill me if he knew I was here.
I was just bringing you a bit of food.
- [Matt] Thanks, tea? - [Katie] Hmm?
- Tea, we still do that in this country, don't we?
Make the visitor a cup of tea?
(gravel crunching) (birds chirping)
(feet thumping) (crow cawing)
(door squeaking)
(door slamming) - [Katie] She kept
a tidy wee house. - She did,
she did keep a tidy wee house.
But it's strange, everything's still in the same place.
It's like I've landed back in the past (laughs).
(placid music)
- And now you're back,
or are you just on a fly-in visit?
(feet thumping) (kettle clicking)
- I don't think I could make it around here anymore.
- You've been Americanized?
- Well, it has been my home for over 20 years.
(spoon clinking)
I'm sorry. - Don't, please don't.
- I should have written to you.
- You have nothing to apologize for.
It was a long time ago.
We were just kids, for God's sake.
But I think that you should have this back.
(ring sliding)
- Look, when I got there, it's hard to explain.
I mean, it was crazy,
right from the moment the lads collected me
from the airport.
And it all comes at you so fast, the newness.
A month has gone by, and then two months.
Then, in the blink of an eye, a year's gone by.
I see the Statue of Liberty one morning
through the window of the van on my way to work,
and I remembered how much you wanted to see it.
And it fucking killed me.
- But not enough for you to write to me even then.
Don't worry about it, I saw it.
Wasn't that impressed, as it happens.
(kettle boiling)
I have to go.
(feet thumping) (door rattling)
(placid music)
(kettle clicking)
(birds chirping)
(paper rustling)
(water rushing)
- [Gerry] You broke our mother's heart
when you left, you know?
She idolized you, that woman.
Her son, the writer, wow.
(placid music) (door rattling)
And there was a story she could take to the shop everyday.
I'm not saying you killed her.
You didn't.
She had health issues in the end.
Depression, terrible, terrible depression, God love her.
But you didn't fucking help it, Matt.
You didn't fucking help it one bit.
What did I ever do to you, brother?
What did we ever do to you? (leaves rustling)
(children laughing)
(paper rustling)
(door rattling) (door slamming)
(birds chirping)
(thunder droning) (placid music)
(twigs snapping)
(wind howling)
(Packie throat clearing)
- God, you scared the life out of me.
- Sorry about that.
I suppose you're gonna go
and put that in one of your books now, too, are you?
- How did you know I'm a writer?
- My God, you've been gone a long time.
And you don't remember your neighbors.
(thunder droning)
Didn't you come down and build a dam every year
at the bottom of my field?
- Packie?
- I'd have to come down at the end of the summer
and tumble it meself, of course.
- I thought you were dead years ago.
- That would explain the lack of a Christmas card.
- Reason out here, hiding behind hedges,
scaring people half to death?
People must think you're mad.
- They'd be right, I'm getting madder by the day.
I'm patching holes in these hedges to keep the sheep in.
You got yourself a nice wee house
for your situation, I see. - It is a nice wee house.
- Poor old Mary, dead a week in there
before the mailman got a sniff of her.
If she'd been on the Facebook, they'd have found her sooner.
The whole country's gone mad, if you ask me.
They've disappeared, they're all indoors now,
lost in their own little screens.
You never see a child outside anymore.
They wouldn't know their way down to the river
if you led them by the ear.
I have one wee word of advice for you, though.
Watch that girl's husband doesn't catch her up here,
sniffing around your undergarments while he's out at work.
I don't know how you operate these things over there
in America, but around here,
you mess with a man like Declan Hughes,
you better brace yourself for a storm.
There's skeletons out here in these fields, you know,
skeletons of men ever bit as smart as you or me,
(thunder droning)
men who didn't see the storm coming.
- A lot's changed since I've been gone.
At least there's peace now that the troubles have ended.
- Peace me hole.
Where'd you read that shite?
The trouble's not over in this country, boy.
(placid music) Not as long
as there's still an Englishman wearing a uniform.
(bombs exploding) Don't kid yourself about that.
(woman screaming) (sirens ringing)
(vehicle droning)
- We are opposed to a united Ireland
and we will not have a united Ireland.
(crowd cheering)
And I say to the Dublin government,
if they don't behave themselves in the South,
it will be shots across the border.
(crowd cheering) (chattering)
(sirens ringing)
(gate squeaking)
- [Packie] It'll never be over,
not unless we're all one country again,
the way the good Lord intended it.
North to South, East to West, sea to shining sea.
(helicopter droning) If it was up to me,
there wouldn't even be a wall or a fence on it.
(bomb exploding) (woman screaming)
(gun shooting) (feet stomping)
(chattering) (bomb exploding)
(vehicles droning)
(vehicle droning)
(wind howling)
By God, it's some country to look at, just the same
if you take a moment to lift your head
to see past the mess we've made of it.
(thunder droning) (leaves rustling)
(wind howling)
(vehicle droning)
(hay crunching)
(feet thumping)
(boot slamming) (door rattling)
(door slamming) (vehicle droning)
(rain splattering) (door rattling)
- [Sarah] Oh, so you are alive?
Your son cried himself to sleep again last night.
What do you want me to tell him,
that you're in Ireland writing or thinking?
Is that what you're doing, you're thinking?
- I'm sorry, Sarah, you're right.
- [Sarah] Lucas. - Sarah?
- [Sarah] I've gotta go, I cannot do this right now.
(phone beeping)
(door squeaking) (door slamming)
(feet thumping) (phone thumping)
(crow cawing) (Matt thumping)
(placid music)
- [Publisher] What the fuck did they do to you back there?
(paper rustling)
- [Gerry] You broke our mother's heart
when you left, you know?
- [Katie] It was a long time ago.
We were just kids, for God's sake.
- [Packie] There's skeletons out here
in these fields, you know,
skeletons of men every bit as smart as you and me.
(birds chirping) (horse neighing)
(water rushing)
- [Katie] You okay?
- Katie?
Katie, what are you doing here?
- Well, I was just driving past and I saw the car.
I did call your name.
Here.
I waited for you, you know, heartbroken?
Everybody talked behind my back.
"Poor wee girl, left behind like that."
They all said you were no good.
But I defended you,
every chance I got, I defended you.
I waited, and I waited,
every day for two whole years
like a dog for the postman.
And I waited.
- You shouldn't be here, Katie, you should go.
- No, maybe you should go.
Go back to your America before something bad happens.
- Fine, I'll leave.
- Yes, you leave, go, go back to your America!
I don't even know what you came back here for!
(Katie panting)
(cow mooing)
(door squeaking) (keys rattling)
(Paudy laughing) - Get the fuck off me!
(dog barking) (door rattling)
There's that fucking stray again.
(door slamming)
(cow mooing)
- Here doggie, here. (dog barking)
(dog panting) Here.
(eerie music) (gun loading)
(gun shooting) (Paudy yelling)
- Put that thing in a bag
and throw it in the boot of the car.
(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)
- Now, good morning, everybody.
Thank you all very much for coming along today
to land your support.
My first-- - Tickets for the raffle?
- How much are they?
- 10 for fiver. - Ah.
- We're already up to 500 pounds
and dinner for two at Kelly's Inn.
So, some lucky duck is going home today a very happy camper,
I can tell you. - [Woman] That's great,
thank you. - All right.
- Thanks a million.
- Father Donnelly, come on down onto the field,
Father Donnelly, there he is. (audience applauding)
Good man, come on down onto the field, come on here.
Good man, good man.
Dig deep, Father. - I certainly will.
(vehicle droning) (papers rustling)
(chattering)
Ah, this is a bit awkward, Matt Donnelly.
Matt, come on down here and get your prize, come on.
(audience applauding) - [Announcer] Matt Donnelly,
congratulations, just back from America.
- Hex. - Who said that?
- Now, now, let's not be sore losers.
Matt won fair and square.
Well done, Matt, dinner for two at Kelly's Inn.
If you don't have a date, I myself am available to eat.
(water rushing) (chattering)
(Matt sighing)
(eerie music) (Matt slamming)
- You better watch yourself, yank.
But if I ever hear you near my wife again,
I'm gonna gut you like a fucking pig.
(Matt panting)
(placid music)
(wind howling) (nettles rustling)
(water sloshing) (kettle rattling)
(cup clinking)
(Matt slurping)
(keys rattling)
(vehicle droning)
(thunder droning)
(seatbelt clicking) (door rattling)
(light clicking)
- Jesus Christ, you frightened the life out of me.
What are you doing, sitting here in the dark?
- Hello, Katie. - You okay,
'cause you're being a bit weird?
- [Declan] Have you been a good girl?
- I don't like this, Declan, and I wanna put--
- I said has my wee Katie been a good wee girl?
Because if I find out that you weren't
and doing something really, really fucking stupid,
(eerie music)
then Daddy's gonna be so angry with his wee girl.
(wind howling) (door rattling)
(thunder droning)
(rain splattering) (fire crackling)
(keys rattling)
(Noreen knocking)
(Matt sighing) (door squeaking)
(door slamming)
- Are you gonna beat me with that?
- No, how did you get here?
- [Noreen] I walked.
- Let me get you a towel.
- I won't be needing a towel. (thunder droning)
I like being wet.
Are you working on another book?
I read your last one too, you know?
"Cinder's Landing", I loved that book.
Is this one a love story too?
- I don't know.
- Am I in it yet?
- Please? (keys rattling)
- Are you nervous about me touching your stuff?
Why?
What do you think I'm gonna do to you?
Relax. (placid music)
(chattering) (placid guitar music)
♪ Do you ever feel that time is on your side ♪
(door rattling) ♪ Giving you space to learn ♪
♪ And places to hide ♪
♪ Use your time wisely, never say goodbye ♪
♪ 'Cause we will always meet again on the other side ♪
♪ So, please tell me something I don't already know ♪
♪ Please take me far away to a place I do not know ♪
- Half the bloody parish is here.
We should say mass in here on a Sunday morning.
- Ay, we could charge for the wine.
- What'll it be? ♪ To stay my ground ♪
- I'll have a pint. ♪ And save my soul ♪
♪ So, please tell me something I don't already know ♪
♪ Please take me far away to a place I do not know ♪
♪ Allow me to figure out ♪ - What'll it be?
- Two pints, please. - Two pints,
got it, Shakespeare. ♪ Stay my ground ♪
♪ And save my soul ♪
♪ To look around, stay my ground and save my soul ♪
(chattering)
(audience applauding)
- Listen, I'd like to propose a toast.
To my wee brother, Matt, the writer,
to his new book and to his safe return
to his family in America.
- To your new book. (beer guzzling)
- Are you late for an appointment?
- Would you not think about writing one
about growing up in Tyrone?
Like that, what was that called?
- "Angela's Ashes", yeah, (eerie music)
Matt, why don't you write us a story
about your miserable Northern Ireland childhood?
Start with the terrible beating you took in primary school.
That's a good one.
- He beat me unconscious in a room full of kids.
(wind howling)
- So, who can tell me something about France?
You, Donnelly, stand up.
What's the first thing that pops into your head
when I say, "France"? - Onions.
(children laughing)
(drink sloshing) (blades whirling)
- [Mr. Cooney] What in God's name made you think of onions?
- [Matt] I seen it in the television, Sir.
(children laughing) (drink sloshing)
- You saw onions on the television.
- It was a cartoon about France.
The man had onions around his neck.
- Garlic, he had a string of garlic around his neck.
Is that what you saw? - I suppose so, Sir.
- Stop mumbling, speak up. - Yes, garlic.
- Don't you shout at me. (hand slapping)
(placid music)
You yell at me in my classroom?
- [Katie] Stop, leave him alone.
- Katie Corrigan, get back to your seat.
- Leave him alone. - [Mr. Cooney] Get back
to your seat, Katie Corrigan. - [Katie] Leave him alone.
- [Mr. Cooney] Get back to your seat.
(chattering)
(ice rattling)
(hand slamming) (Matt grunting)
(Matt thumping)
- This is not over, asshole.
(blades whirling)
(birds chirping)
(sheep bleating)
(Matt snoring)
- It's a nice wee house. (feet scuffling)
- Jesus, what are you doing here?
- Don't be mad at me, Mattie. - Well, you're
in my fucking house. - No, Mattie, I'm your friend,
Mattie, Mattie, no, no, Mattie.
(Matt panting)
- What are you doing here, Paudy?
- I heard you're telling stories, Mattie.
That's good.
Hey, hey, hey, you remember that time in old Cooney's class
when you got beat up (laughs)?
- Ay, I remember.
- Paudy saved, Paudy saved you.
- No, I remember it was Katie that saved me.
- No, no, no, Paudy saved you, Paudy saved you.
1981, August 26th, two p.m., I had a blue shirt on me.
(eerie music)
You remember your blue shirt, Mattie?
You remember your blue shirt?
- I remember (sighs).
(birds chirping) (vehicle droning)
- Oh, it's the priest. (door rattling)
(placid music) Mattie, Declan's mad at you,
Mattie, Declan's very mad at you.
(door rattling) (birds chirping)
- Bye, son.
(door rattling) (feet scuffling)
- What did wee Paudy want?
- Borrowed some sugar.
- Are you all right, Matt?
Look at the state of you.
- I'm trying to write.
- This place smells like a bloody brewery.
- Don't come in here and lecture me, Gerry!
- Or what, you'll run away again?
- I didn't run away!
- For a writer, you're not too fond
of hearing the truth, Mattie.
And for God's sake, will you tidy this place up a bit?
You mother didn't raise you to be a tramp.
(feet scuffling) (door rattling)
(feet thumping) (keys rattling)
(vehicle droning)
(wind howling)
- I have been torn in two over the Atlantic.
(birds chirping)
An Irishman in America, an American in Ireland,
betrayed by a brogue on one side,
eternal optimism on the other.
I am native in neither, easily silenced both here and there.
I live now in the parish of memory,
create castles out of my childhood,
fly my Yankee-tinged brogue as my flag.
(keys rattling) I have become one
of the ghost Irish, those who moved away,
those with a heart that will never be fully at rest.
(match striking) (eerie music)
(matches rattling) (match striking)
(Matt thumping) Jesus.
What are you doing here?
- My idea is it must be nice being you,
mess with their fucking color,
breezing in an out of people's fucking lives,
taking what you want when you want it.
- What the fuck you doing here, Declan?
(pants) You can't do this.
You can't go around with a gun
in your hand, bullying people.
It's not the fucking 1970s!
- Well, that's where you're wrong, asshole,
because as far as I'm concerned,
I can do whatever I like here.
I earned my right to stay in this country!
I stayed and I fought, and what did you do?
You ran away to America
and you left the fighting to the real men.
- Please, please, Declan.
- You don't think I wanted to run,
you don't think that I wanted to escape?
(Matt sobbing)
You don't deserve to live here and you don't deserve Katie.
Go home, Yank. (Matt crying)
(laptop rattling) (feet thumping)
(bag rattling) (zips rattling)
(door squeaking)
(door rattling) (Matt panting)
(hand slamming) (Matt panting)
(birds chirping)
(placid music)
(water sloshing) (Matt panting)
(door rattling)
- Don't start.
- I need you to come with me. (cow mooing)
- Where are we going?
- You'll find out when we get there.
Come on, let's go.
(vehicle droning)
(traffic droning)
(Matt sighing)
- Are you visiting someone? (birds chirping)
- No, you are.
- Who am I visiting?
- Master Cooney.
- I thought he was dead.
- That's his house over there.
- No way.
- There's a power to your past in that house.
Do yourself a favor, go over there,
knock on the door, and face it for once.
It's time to stop running away from it all.
(placid music)
(seatbelt rattling) (door rattling)
(door slamming)
(birds chirping)
(Matt knocking)
(feet scuffling) (door rattling)
- I'm here to see Master Cooney.
[Katlyn] Okay, come on, I'll take you to him.
(door slamming)
(feet thumping)
(eerie music)
- Who told you to sit down?
On your feet.
(birds chirping) (traffic droning)
(grunts) Oh.
Katlyn?
- No, no, no, no, she went downstairs, you're okay.
- Donnelly, Matt Donnelly.
Good boy, oh, you were a good boy.
- I've carried you around with me my whole life.
And now, look at you.
- I'm not much to look at now.
Age, they don't teach you that at school.
They should do.
92 years on this planet, and the only thing I've learned
with complete certainty is you grow old and you die.
I did my best.
You wrote a book, I read it, yes.
We're all proud of ya, I was proud of ya.
And you will write another book.
- I don't think I've got another in me.
- You will write, you'll write (chuckles).
(placid music) (birds chirping)
- [Matt] Home, home, seen from the window of a plane,
she has a patchwork quilt,
little square fields of green stitched together
by thin rows of thorns, spring green, fern green,
forest green, pine seed, Shamrock green.
From above, she is clean, mystical, magical to behold.
That is her first great act of deceit,
her lush, rolling beauty, the first betrayal of her truth,
for on the ground, and deeper still,
buried beneath that venerate lawn is her pain.
Underneath, there is blood. (wind howling)
What price had the past exacted on each of us?
Mother, Cooney, Katie, Declan?
- Where have you been all evening?
- Not now, Declan. (chair thumping)
- Look, they're daffodils.
You used to love daffodils, remember?
Please don't leave me. (placid music)
(Declan sobbing)
(wind howling)
(placid music)
- What did any of it mean?
Catholic, Protestant, Irish, English,
words designated to keep us apart,
words with borders all their own,
each one of us armed and insulated with a version
of the past we deem to be true,
holding in each other at arm's length over a flag
or some unresolved hurt.
How many lives is a field worth?
No one escaped the wound, each of us carry a scar.
Declan had chosen the gun.
I must honor this pen, invite small miracles
into the incubator of my heart,
come home to the poetry of myself.
It was time for me to let go of the past,
of the wreckage I'd been wearing like a suit of armor.
I too had lost sight of what was in front of me,
family, friends, forests and fern,
daffodils and birdsong, rivers and fields,
nettle, rose and thorn hedge, fog and foxtrot,
mountains, moss and meadows,
a heart haunted by the ghosts of poets in rentals.
Sarah, I love you.
Give Lucas a hug for me.
I'm coming, I'm coming home.
(bag rattling)
(boot slamming)
(door squeaking) (key rattling)
The wild richness of this place,
here was a stranger's smile,
there, a small act of kindness or decency.
This was not the North, South, East or West.
The land was the land wherever you happened to stand on it.
(grass crunching)
Packie was right, it really was a great country
if only you could lift your head
to see past the mess we've made of it.
It was time to stop running.
It was time to go home.
(vehicle droning) (door slamming)
(placid music)
♪ Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free ♪
♪ And stand where the peaks meet the sky ♪
♪ And the loughs meet the sea ♪
♪ Where the rivers run clear ♪
♪ And the bracken is gold in the sun ♪
♪ And the cares of tomorrow must wait ♪
♪ 'Til this day is done ♪
♪ Come by the hills to the land where life is a song ♪
♪ And stand where the birds fill the air ♪
♪ With their joys all day long ♪
♪ Where the trees sway in time ♪
♪ And even the wind sings in tune ♪
♪ And the cares of tomorrow must wait ♪
♪ 'Til this day is through ♪
♪ Come by the hills to the land where legends remain ♪
♪ Where stories of old fill the heart ♪
♪ And may yet come again ♪
♪ Where the past has been lost ♪
♪ And the future is still to be won ♪
♪ And the cares of tomorrow must wait ♪
♪ 'Til this day is done ♪
(placid music)