The Quiet Man Page #3

- I have.

Well, strike a line through it.

Thats for him. Sean Thornton...

So... He bought White O Mornin

in spite of you.

Good for widow Tillane.

Pay no attention to her at all! Take no notice.

You do, and therell be a fine wake

in this house tonight.

After all, hes got more right to that land

than you have!

Hell regret it to his dying day,

if ever he lives that long.

- Will it be all right if I leave my bags in here?

- I imagine theyll be safe enough.

If you see a little guy, Michaleen Flynn,

tell him Im waiting for him in the bar.

- Itll be a pleasure, especially for Michaleen.

- Thanks.

Is there anything you should like now, Yank?

If I think of anything, Ill let you know.

(BAR IS QUIET)

Evening.

Pleasant night.

- Ill try one of those black beers.

- Oh, the porter. Yes, sir.

Sir, will you join me? Matter of fact,

Id like to buy everybody a drink.

I do not believe I heard your name, tall man.

Thornton. Sean Thornton.

And... your fathers name?

Mike. Michael Thornton.

He used to live here, by the Mornin.

I just bought the place back.

Thats why Im here.

Then your grandfather

would be Ol Sean Thornton.

- Right.

- Bless his memory.

So its himself youre named after.

Well, now. That being the case, it is

a pleasant evening and we will have a drink.

There was a wild colonial boy

#Jack Duggan was his name

# He was born and bred in Ireland

# In a town called Castlemaine

- Good evening, Father.

- Is the rest of the committee here?

- Theyre waiting.

- Sorry were late.

- The fishing was bad, was it?

- Fine lot of time we had for that!

- Oh, Michaleen...

- Commandant Forbes.

You can forget about the Commandant.

Were at peace now.

Sure, but I havent given up hope.

- Your Yankee friend is waitin in the bar.

- Oh, hes here already...

Wait a minute. Who is he anyway?

Hes a nice, quiet, peacelovin man

come home to Ireland to forget his troubles.

- Troubles?

- Yes, hes a millionaire like all the Yanks.

But he is eccentric. Wait till I show you.

- What is it?

- A bag to sleep in. A sleeper bag they call it.

Im tellin you. The sleeper bag...

Wait till I show you how it operates.

- Where does it open?

- Hurry up, I have an important appointment.

- Well, open it up!

- Here.

# At the early age of sixteen years

# He left his native home

# And to Australias sunny shores

# He was inclined to roam

# He robbed a wealthy squireen

# All arms he did destroy

# A terror to Australia was

# This wild colonial boy

Sean Thornton, the men of Inisfree

bid you welcome home.

Thank you.

And the men of Inisfree

bid you welcome home.

- Whats wrong with that little speech?

- Oh, youd be knowin what.

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