The Daisy Chain

Synopsis: Martha, an emotionally fragile mother, who moves to a remote Irish village with her husband Tomas following the tragic death of their baby daughter. Whilst there, the couple decide to take in a disturbed and orphaned autistic girl called Daisy. Uncommunicative and greatly scarred by the violent death of her parents, Daisy gradually warms to her new surroundings. But, as a series of strange occurrences begin to be linked to the little girl, Martha and Tomas begin to hear rumors from the locals that Daisy might be something far more malevolent than she seems.
Director(s): Aisling Walsh
  3 nominations.
89 min

[solemn orchestral music]

[gentle orchestral music]

[woman speaking

native language]

- What are they saying?


-...and "Hi" to Christopher

Williams from Dublin Center.

He's a regular listener

to the program,

and he texted me

a while ago, and he said,

"Any chance you might

play a piece of music

"which Mary Coogan used

as the signature tune

to the Golden Era TV show?"

And tell me where...

Check out

the 50th anniversary--

- Is this what

you used to listen to?

- Yeah, of course,


- [laughs]

- Come on, kids!

[bell ringing faintly]

Get to class.

No running.

Take it easy.

- That's where

I went to school.

- Ah, bare feet and a slate

and a piece of chalk?

- Yeah.

Made a man out of me.


- Yeah, right.

Do you think

we'll get broadband?

- Yeah, I hope so.

- [laughs]

- It needs a bit of work

all right, hmm?

- A bit?

- We got time.

There's loads of room

to extend.

Hey, come on.

Come see the outhouse.

Make a perfect studio

for you.

I told you you'd love it.

What do you think?

Shay's done a good job.

Do you like this color?

- Oh, my God.

Look at the view.

- This was mine.

- It's perfect.

We love it.

- Yeah.

It will be.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- Oh.

- What?

- Funny.

- This used to be

mine and Cat's.

Thought I'd fix it up

for our Bartholomew.


All right, then,


Come on, Daniel Conroy.

- Oh, I thought we were getting

everything new this time.

- It'll be good as new,

I promise.

[hammer scraping]

[chimes ringing]

[gravel crunching]

[car horn honking]

- Hi.

- Hi.

I can't believe you're here.

Oh, it's so great

to have you home.

- Hi, Shay.

- Hey, how are you?

- Hello, Eva.

- Say hello

to your Auntie Martha, Eva.

- Hi.

- Oh, my God.

- Wow.

- You two don't waste any time,

do you?

- Hey.

- Ah, it's lovely.

What's this?

- It's Marty's.

I love it.

- I think it might be

a bit dark for here, though.

- Don't ask us.

Our walls are covered

in finger paintings.

[tapping at window]

- [screams]

- Play with me.

Play with me!

[cans clanking]

- [chuckles]


Were you just

banging on my window?

I'm Martha.

What's your name?

- Daisy.

- Hello, Daisy.

- [screams]

- Away with you.

- Stop it!

- Get away from here.

Stay away from here.

- What are you doing?

Are you okay?

Did he hit you?


[school bell rings]

- Good morning, all.

Morning, sir.

- I'm Tomas Conroy.

You can call me "Tomas."

You can call me

"Mr. Conroy."

Just don't call me "Sir."

[video game bleeping]

- Are you married

to Tomas Conroy?

- Yes.

Do you know him?

- I heard he was teaching

at his old school.

- English.

- We used to sit together

at the back of the school bus.

I'm Orla Gannon,

by the way.

- Martha.

- And that's Lucy.

Are you sure

you're not gonna go crazy here

after the bright lights

of London?

- I went crazy in London.

That's why we're here.

- Great.

That's all

perfectly normal.

Why don't you take a seat?

Anything in your family history

I should know about?

- My mother died of cancer

when I was four.

- You're young and healthy.

There's nothing

to worry about.

- I have another baby.


Sorry, um...

She died when

she was three weeks old,

sudden infant death syndrome.

- Well,

that wasn't your fault, pet.

When did it happen?

- Two years ago.

- I'm going to take

really good care of you.


- Evening.

- Shay said he'd help me

put a skylight in and a window.

- You never mentioned Orla.

- Orla?

- Orla from the school bus.

- Yeah, she broke my heart

when I was 19.

That's when

I came looking for you.

- Hello!

[baby crying]

- Jack, Jack.

No, don't be like that.

- Let's get you in.

- [whispering]



Move away.

- [giggling]

[melancholy piano music]

- Jack!







- Oh, God.


- [screams]





- Well, I think

we're done for now.

- Okay, thanks.

Hey, Sergeant Riley

says we can go.

- What was the baby called?

- Jack Gahan.

Come on.

- No, I just--

I just want to be by myself

for a minute.

[man speaking indistinctly

over radio]

- Come on, Jen.

- [sobs]


My boy, Jack.

I'm so sorry I left you.

- Mummy, play with me.

Play with me.

- [sobbing]

Daisy, don't touch.

- Play with me.

- Don't.


- Daddy, play with me.


Jack's asleep.

He can't play with me.

No one

will play with me.

- [whispering]

Come here.

[cans clanking]

- Daisy?


You'd better

come down from there.

- [giggles]

- Poor old Mr. Cryan,

he won't like

you being up there, come on.

- Daisy!

Daisy, get down from there.


You're going to fall.



- What's happening?

- Yeah, she seems fine.

- You, are you okay?

- Martha, you okay?

- I'm--

I'm completely fine.

I just got a fright.

She just jumped.

- Away with you!

- [giggles]

- I told you.

She's crying for you.

Can't you hear it?

- Jenny,

don't listen to him.

- It's not too late.

It's not too late

to save her.

- Shut your face, old man,

or I'll shut it for you!

- Jimmy.

- Hey, come on.

Come on, leave it.

Go home.

- Come on, you.

[banging on door]

- Tomas!


[banging continues]


we need help!

Come on, Tomas!

- Water.

We need...

- Ah.

[flames crackling]

[people yelling]

- Ah, f***.

- Here, Martha.

- Need more water!

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