What do you want?
The Christian Brother who
closed the door in my face.
The tears in Mam’s eyes
when I slapped her.
A-A-And I give her me back
this morning, Father,
even though it’s me birthday
and she offered me a cup of tea.
Ego te absolvo
apeccatis tuis.
In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
Say three Our Fathers,
three Hail Marys and three Glory Bes.
But what about Theresa Carmody
in hell, Father?
No, my child,
surely she is in heaven.
You don’t think the sisters in the
hospital let her die without a priest?
– Are you sure, Father?
– I am.
God forgives you,
and you must forgive yourself.
God loves you,
and you must love yourself.
For only when you love God and yourself
can you love all God’s creatures.
Thank you, St. Francis.
Mrs. Finucane.
It’s Frank.
I have your sherry.
All the names are here.
Me Mam.
two pounds for Christmas.
Aunt Aggie.
nine pounds.
Maybe for
my post office clothes.
Bridey Hannon for ointment
for Mr. Hannon’s legs.
Mrs. Purcell, Clohessy,
Quigley, Molloy.
Everyone I know and half of the poor
of Limerick are here.
They allowed
the old bitch money.
Well, not anymore.
Not to America,
not by plane.
I can put you
on a ship, though,
that leaves Cork in a couple of weeks.
the Irish Oak.
That’ll cost you 55 pounds.
Do you have it?
I do.
And as he was
leaving his mother
Standing upon the quay
She threw her arms
around his waist
– And this to him did say
– Here you are.
Everybody now.
A mother’s love’s
a blessing
No matter
where you roam
Keep her while she’s living
You’ll miss her
when she’s gone
Love her
as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you’ll never miss
a mother’s love
Till she’s buried
beneath the clay
Fair play to you, Angela.
That was mighty.
Well, Frankie, your bladder must be
very close to your eye.
This night is turning into
a proper wake altogether.
Is there any possibility...
of somebody singing something
to liven up the proceedings...
before I’m driven to drink
from sadness?
– Oh, I forgot!
– What?
The eclipse.
The moon is having an eclipse tonight.
– What’s an eclipse?
– Come on, all of you.
We’d look a right shower of eejits
if we missed that.
What’s gonna happen?
This is a very good sign
for you going to America, Frankie.
It’s a bad sign. I read that the moon
is practicing for the end of the world.
End of the world,
my arse.
Would you look at that!
– Well, isn’t that somethin’?
– Wow! Isn’t that grand?
– It’s beautiful.
– We might never see that again.
Not in our life time,
anyway.
Was that it, then?
’Tis only the beginning
for Frankie McCourt.
He’ll be back in a few years with a new
suit and fat on his bones like any Yank.
And a lovely girl with pearly white
teeth, and her hangin’ from his arm.
Ah, no, Pa.
Come on back inside, Angela,
and we’ll have a drop of sherry.
– Good luck in America, Frankie.
– Good luck to you.
Good luck to ya, Frankie.
Thank you, Mrs. Purcell.