Dancing at Lughnasa Page #3
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- 1998
- 95 min
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In the shed, outside.
Alone.
Come on.
Oh, look at her.
Hello, Chrissie.
Hello, Gerry.
How have you been
over the past 18 months?
Eighteen? Never.
March, last year.
March the sixth.
Where does the time go?
- Well, you're here now.
- Here I am.
Wonderful luck.
Is that himself?
- He's a big boy.
- He's grown well.
- Does he like school?
- He doesn't say much.
Like his Aunt Kate.
Yes, indeed.
what they have to say to each other?
He's Michael's father.
That's a responsibility
never burdened Mr. Evans.
A commercial traveler called in
to Kate's school last Easter.
Met you in Dublin.
Had some stupid story...
about you givin'
dancing lessons up there.
He was right.
- He was not.
- Cross the old ticker.
All last winter.
Strictly ballroom.
Millions of pupils.
- Millions of pupils?
Fifty-three.
I'm a liar. Fifty-one.
When the good weather came,
they all drifted away.
You're the one should've been
giving dance lessons.
You were far better
than me, remember?
'Twas on the Isle of Capri
that he found her
Beneath the shade
of an old walnut tree
And, oh, how the flowers
bloomed around her
Where they met
on the Isle of Capri
All he could ever do was dance.
Her whole face alters
when she's happy.
Though he left
with the tide in the morning
Still his heart's
in the Isle of Capri
What brings you
To say good-bye.
Where are you heading for?
- You'd like to know?
- I would.
Want a spin on this bike?
- I might.
- Get on.
- See you soon, Michael.
- Bye, son.
Where are you going next?
I'm gonna do a spot of fighting.
- What do you know about fightin'?
- I'm a Welshman. We're always fighting.
You're as soft as butter.
- I'm going off to Spain.
- Spain?
The International Brigade.
I'm joining up.
I'm gonna fight against Franco.
There's a company leaves
in a couple of weeks.
I'm gonna fight for democracy.
Democracy? Spain?
What do you know about Spain?
A little.
Enough, maybe.
- Why exactly are you going to Spain?
- Because I want to do something.
I want to do anything...
with my life.
I have to.
Well, then do it.
"'Then do it. "
"Then do it!"
- Morning, Miss Mundy.
- Morning.
Thank you, Austin.
Thank you, Mrs. Mac.
Mrs. McLoughlin.
And how are you?
I'm well. I've brought
some more wool for Agnes and Rose.
This might be the last batch
I give 'em, God help us all.
Dear me, Vera.
What's wrong?
Isn't Agnes the quickest knitter
in Ballybeg?
You've not heard the word?
There's a woolen factory opening up
in Donegal Town, they say.
It'll be all machine knittin'
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