The Quiet Man Page #2

but weve seen no reason to establish

monuments or memorials...

Look, Mrs Tillane, Im not talking about

memorials or monuments.

Ever since I was a kid

living in a shack near the slag heaps,

my mother has told me about

Inisfree and White O Mornin.

Inisfree has become

another word for heaven to me.

When I quit the... When I decided to come here,

it was with one thought in mind.

Inisfree is far from being a heaven, Mr Thornton.

Maam, Mr Red Will Danaher

wishes to be announced,

I mean, Squire Danaher.

Watch your muddy boots!

- Mrs Tillane.

- Mr Thornton, from America.

- Aw!

- Boo.

Its him Im here about, Mrs Tillane.

- (WILL):
Is it true?

- Is what true?

That behind me back, hes trying to steal

White O Mornin right from under me nose?

And what concern of yours is this, Will Danaher?

Concern? Concern enough.

Havent I made you a fair offer

for that same piece of land?

- And mine, lying right next to yours?

- You may keep your offers.

- Oh, so its true. You sold it!

- No, I have not.

Oh, I knew it was a dirty lie

the very minute I heard it!

Sure, I said to him,

Paggy McFarland, I wont believe

that Sarahd be selling White O Mornin.

(WILL):
Why, it would be like building a fence

between your land and mine.

And for a stranger to move in, says I.

What would she be doing that for?

And us so close to an understanding,

you might say.

- So you told him all that?

- That I did.

Down at the pub, I suppose,

in front of all those big ears,

with pints in their fists

and pipes in their mouths.

You may have the land, Mr Thornton,

for 600 pounds.

- Done!

- No, you cant. 610!

As I remember, you said 700 pounds.

See here, little man... 710!

- How about an even thousand?

- A thousand and...

And...and Ill be saying good day to you,

Mrs Tillane, and all here but one.

And Ive got you down in my book.

My dad remembers his dad well.

Mike Thornton.

He had shoulders on him like an ox.

I saw him meself this mornin. A tall,

handsome man, as I was passin that chapel.

If youd pass the pub as fast as you pass

the chapel, youd be better off, little squint.

Just look at them!

Eating me out of house and home.

Get back to the fields! Theres work to be done.

Isnt it a bit early in the day

for the bottle...even for you?

Feeney, get your book out.

Set down the name, the one Sean Thornton.

Oh, look at me clean floor! You dirty little...

- Shut your gob.

- Aw, shut you, little man! Here.

Clean it up yourself,

or there will be no dinner tonight!

There now! Look now,

you mustnt mind himself this day.

Thats all the work youre good for,

you little tattletail.

- Feeney, have you written the name I gave you?

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