Hush

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Who did you bring home last year?

Sheila...?

- I didn't go home last year.

- What about the year before?

I'm not the first girl

you ever brought home, right?

Jackson! Oh, God!

Oh, no!

This makes it worse.

You never told me it was like this.

It's a farm. There's a mortgage.

It's no big deal.

My God!

- Some farmhouse you've got here.

- Watch your step on the ice.

Come along. Don't be impressed.

- Hush, you'll wake her up.

- I'm sorry.

- She's put you in the guest room.

- Bummer.

- Where are you?

- Across the hall.

- Well, it's her house.

- It's a Catholic thing.

- Come on.

- No way.

I'll sneak you back

before she knows.

An angel in the kitchen

and a devil in the bedroom...

Now that's what I like in a man.

Oh, my God!

I am sorry. I thought you were

in the other room.

I am. I just came in here

this morning... to say hello.

I guess I'd better hurry up

and be embarrassed.

- I thought you were Jackson.

- Yes, I could tell.

- Please forgive me.

- No, I just...

- Well, hi, I'm Helen.

- Of course you are.

I'm Martha Baring.

Welcome to Kilronan.

- Thank you. Oh, boy!

- Where is that son of mine?

I don't know,

but I'd like to find him.

So would I.

So much for first impressions.

You enjoy his breakfast.

I look forward to seeing

a lot less of you downstairs.

Oh, my God!

You show a lot of promise

for a city girl.

- Thank you. You're a terrific liar.

- Well...!

- Mom, the place looks great.

- Only when it's covered with snow.

It's been hard this fall,

but that's too depressing.

Let talk about our week. I made

some plans. I hope you don't mind.

- We can't stay the week.

- Of course you can.

We have to leave

right after Christmas. I'm sorry.

- Darling...!

- We have to leave on Wednesday.

Of course, if you have to leave.

I just thought maybe...

Well, never mind.

Look at the time.

We have to get back for church.

- Go on. Go after her.

- She misses me.

Go.

I made a better impression

with my clothes off.

You look great. You look beautiful.

I love this house, Jackson.

There's something about it.

- I suppose.

- Maybe it's you.

- How me?

- Where you're from. Who you are.

The architecture of a life.

- Pretentious?

- Just a little.

What?

Look at you.

You're putting me to shame.

Do you think

this is too much for church?

No, not at all.

I envy your confidence.

Are you sure?

I did bring another one.

I'm just worried you'll get cold

in that freezing old church. Here.

- Oh, it's broken.

- It's just an old catch.

I'll have it fixed.

- Are these your parents?

- Yes.

- And where are they this Christmas?

- They died... a long time ago.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Okay, you can stop talking about me.

Let's go.

Go ahead... Please, go on.

I love the scarf.

"And the angel came to her and said:

The Lord is with thee."

"And you will conceive in your womb

and bear a son."

"The Lord God will give him

the throne of his father David."

"His kingdom shall be without end."

Amen.

- Hello, Father.

- Jackson, the prodigal returns.

Baring and Son, back in business.

You've made your mother very happy.

I've been happy

since the day he was born.

Does everyone think I'm moving in,

or is Madge just a trial balloon?

I put an ad in the paper.

I didn't,

but I guess my hopes were showing.

You want me to work this place,

but my job's in New York.

- You don't love that job.

- Helen's in New York.

That's mighty inconsiderate of you.

Steal away my baby boy.

Why can't you just be sensible?

Leave your life, your work,

your friends, -

- and move in

with a controlling old woman.

- Bake bread and shovel horse sh*t.

- You're not that old.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Don't let Madge spoil our Christmas.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Martha.

Hello.

I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm lost.

I'm looking for Kilronan.

Back thataways.

The tar road.

- Second on the left.

- Okay, thank you.

Tell Mrs. Baring

I'll bring the birds by later on.

Merry Christmas.

- Where've you been?

- I'll tell you about it later.

- You cleaned up? I'm shocked.

- It must have been my mother.

She does all this with no help?

The help never stays. She doesn't

give them anything to do.

I caved in.

We're staying for New Year's Eve.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, -

- six, five, four, three, -

- two, one... Happy New Year!

Happy New Year.

- Still love me?

- I'll love you, dear.

I'll love you

till China and Africa meet...

...and the river jumps over

the mountains.

- Did you have a good time?

- It was a great party.

I'd say it was a triumph.

Short-lived maybe... never mind.

- Here's to you, my darlings.

- Good night.

- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

Oh, my God! Jackson!

You're right, you do make a better

impression with your clothes off.

- All ready?

- I think so.

I almost forgot.

I had it fixed.

You shouldn't have.

- It's perfect.

- Well...

- Now I've gone and set you off.

- I'm not so good with goodbyes.

Well, you just go on then.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, baby. You take care out there.

Last flight.

- I know, I haven't fixed it yet.

- You are so punished.

- No sex.

- Not again.

Oh well, be it ever so humble...

Home, sweet home.

- How was the vacation?

- His mom was great. He was weird.

It's being around their mothers.

It's all about the breasts.

Men are always talking to their

shrinks about their mothers.

And women always talking to their

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