(opera starts)
(music stops)
("Un'aura amorosa del nostro tesoro" from "Cosi fan tutte")
Del nostro tesoro
Un dolce ristoro
Al cor porgera
Un'aura amorosa
Del nostro tesoro
Un dolce ristoro
Al cor porgera
Un dolce ristoro
Al cor porgera
Al cor che nudrito
Da speme. Da amore
Da speme. Da amore...
I'll bring you back a slice of cake.
(woman) Get away from the window.
Bisogno non ha
Di un'esca migliore
Bisogno non ha
Bisogno non ha...
Punch, you will call me, won't you?
This way, please.
No, no, I'll take them.
Look, Ma, it's gorgeous.
Well, you're very welcome, Christy, very welcome.
(impaired speech) To your humble abode.
Hm?
Oh, my humble abode. Yes...
Hello. My name is Mary. I'll be with you till you go on this evening.
I have to take him into the library.
- I'll see you later. - (Ma) See you later.
Be careful of that fella.
I'll be OK.
I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Well, now, you're all very welcome to my humble abode,
and to this benefit organized by my friend Dr Eileen Cole.
Dr Eileen Cole.
(applause on PA)
Now I'm not going to ask you to put your hands in your pockets. Not yet.
Because we're going to start the evening with a little concert.
Do you want to go out and watch?
No.
(piano on PA)
Do you want to see the original?
The original?
Of the book.
It looks good.
Looks can be deceivin'.
It's a bit sentimental.
Did you paint this?
Yes.
That's very good.
(baby crying)
(crying stops)
Mr Brown?
Your son was born a couple of hours ago. There's been some complications.
- Where's the small one? - A pint and a small one?
- That's what I said. - So long as you're payin' for it.
Are you gonna put him in a home, Paddy?
He'll go in a coffin before any son of mine will go in a home.
Ah, Paddy... I believe it's the end of the road for you in the breedin' stakes.
Who told you that?
Ah, now... What are you goin' to do, huh?
You goin' to tie a knot in it?
Now, Paddy, there was no need for that.
A shut mouth catches no flies.
Where's Tom?
(Ma) Is Tom not up yet?
(Tom) It's all right! I'm up! I'm up ages!
Say goodbye to Christy, Father.
(Paddy) Goodbye, Christy.
(Ma) Good girl. See you later.
See you, Christy.
- See you, Christy. - Bye, Christy.
Something for the money box, Christy.
Another pound saved, Christy.
Here, Christy.
Good boy. That's it.
I have to go away, Christy.
To hospital.
Don't worry. Sheila's going to look after you while I'm gone.
Do you understand, Christy?
That's my ma. That's my da.
I was their baby.
It's only for a few days, Christy.
I'd better get this house organized before I go.
You can't be stickin' to me like stickin' plaster forever, Christy.
Nearly there, Christy.
Christy, I have to go and make a phone call. Stay there.
Oh, my God... Nan...
Nan! Nan!
(Ma falls)
(wailing)
(banging)
- But what really happened? - I heard this bangin' and rushed over.
She was carryin' Christy down the stairs when she fell.
And there he was, lyin' at the bottom of the stairs like a moron.
God help her. He's a terrible cross to the poor woman.
Ah, sure he has the mind of a three-year-old.
A is for apples.
B is for butter.
C is for carrot.
And D... is for dunce.
Ya poor, unfortunate gobshite.
Enough to feed an army. God, you'll never go hungry, Christy.
Would you like to come back with me till your mammy comes home?
(girl) What's 25 percent of a quarter?
(Paddy) 25 percent of a quarter?
Now that's a stupid question.
I mean, 25 percent is a quarter. You can't have a quarter of a quarter.
You can. Can't you, Christy?
What would he know?
Ma. Ma, Christy picked up the chalk.
Go on, Christy. Go on, make your mark.
(boy) It's a Y.
It's an X.
- What's that, Christy? - That's only an oul' squiggle.
There's something in that.
Nah, don't be gettin' notions into your head, woman.
The child's a cripple. Face facts.
It won't do anybody any good trying to put ideas in his head.
(cheering)
Right. Now come on. We're gonna put the engine on now.
- You're puttin' an engine in it? - Yeah. Come on till you see.
Come on, engine. All he needs now is a license.
It's great.
(cheering)
Take it easy, will ya? Ah, go on, take it easy.
He'll play in that all day now.
He can go out with the other boys now.
Look at those! They're massive!
- What's that? - That's her thing.
You put your thing in there for a half an hour and you get a baby.
If you do it for an hour you get twins.
My cousin's a twin.
- Benny! Brian! - There's your ma.
Quick, Tom. Here's Ma!
- It's not mine! - Is Benny in there?
- Hide it! - Where?
Are you deaf? Come in for your tea!
- Hide it under Christy. - Are yis all deaf?
I've been calling you for 20 minutes to come in for your tea.
- It's OK, Mam, we'll take him in. - Well, take him in now.
It's been on the table for at least a half an hour.
See?
Why won't he go to bed?
He loves that oul' chariot.
Come on, get him up. I want to go and have a pint.
Come on, Christy. It's way past your bedtime.
It's nearly closin' time.
Now, son, you know you can never get out of hell.
You can get out of purgatory, but you can never get out of hell.
Do you know that?
Do you?
Mrs Brown?
I don't think you should bring him to the altar just yet.
You've been very helpful, Father.
Do you know about All Souls' Night? Did I ever tell you about that?
It's a really special night. Every time you light a candle on All Souls' Night,
and you have to say five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys and five Glory Be's,
and then a soul flies up out of the flames of purgatory
and goes straight up to heaven.
Say some prayers for the poor souls in purgatory.
Right.
(Christy moans)
- What's wrong with you? - (continues moaning)
Christy, keep your voice down. What's wrong with you, son?
What's the matter? What do you want?
Do you want to light another candle, is that it? Do you? For the poor souls?
Good boy. That's a good boy.
And don't forget, even if we can't understand you, God can.
See, Christy? Even God has to lock his house.
Look, Christy, there it is! There's a soul going up to heaven!
Oh, look! Look, Christy. Oh, look.
- Oh, you'll frighten the life out of him! - Here, Christy. You're king of the bonfire.
Don't be frightened, Christy. It's only your brother, Tom.
This way, Christy. This way.
You all right, Christy?
(Ma) What's Christy doin', Sheila? Is he all right?
He's drawin'.
He's drawin' a triangle.
No, Christy, you don't start there.
Here, son.
Now that's a triangle.
That's not a triangle.
That's an A.
- What's up? - (Paddy) Keep quiet.
- All I said was "What's up?" - Sit down!
Here, Paddy. Why don't you go and have a pint?
- What? - Here.
- What's that? - It's money.
- Where'd you get it? - From the fairies.
- Go and have a drink. - I don't need a drink.
All I need is to be obeyed in me own house!
Mother.
Sweet Jesus...
Jesus sufferin' Christ...
He's a Brown! He's a Brown, all right. Christy's a Brown!
- Coat. - Where are you goin', Paddy?
Where do you think? This man deserves a jar!
This is Christy Brown.
My son. Genius.
(knocking at door)
Hello.
Is he OK?
- He's grand. - Good.
It's just that he can be a bit...
- What? - A bit... a bit like Christy.
No, he's fine. He's asleep now.
Well... I'll leave you alone then.
14,
15, 16...
- Keep your voice down. ...17...
Great.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Christy
Happy birthday to you
Go on. Go on now, me boy.
He's a man now, Father. Come on, Christy, 17 candles.
- Now take a deep breath. Come on. - (baby cries)
Will you shut that baby up, for Christ's sake?
- Take it easy, Christy. - Go on.
Go on, Christy. Go on.
Go on, Christy.
Go on.
- It's like the bleedin' fire of hell, that one. - Come on, Christy. Here.
There you are, now. Go on.
That's it. Well done. Don't worry, you'll get your wheelchair, Christy.
Get the fuckin' ball!
Save it, Christy!
Well saved, Christy!
He bit me! He bit me!
- It's a free out! A free out! - Right. OK.
- We're takin' it, right? - OK, come on.
Pass it, will ya?
Stay away from them sheets.
He handled it! Penno for the Browns. Give us it.
Let Christy take it.
- You can't hold him up! - Right.
(yelling)
If it stops at Tom, I'll kill ya.
- Nobody. - No, nobody.
It's pointin' at Christy.
- He's not in the game. - He is if it's pointin' at him.
I don't think it's pointin' at me.
Sure you're the nicest of the lot.
And you've nice eyes too.
Let's go. Ah, Christy, ya boy, ya! Chasin' the women!
- See you, Tom. - See you, Rachel.
See you, Tom.
(laughter)
She's mad about you, Christy!
(woman giggles)
Not here, Brendan. Later.
(Ma) This is a fine time of night to be comin' in.
- What's wrong, Ma? - I don't like these late nights, Sheila.
What's this?
Holiday pay, isn't it?
I got laid off.
What about Christy's wheelchair?
Christy will get his wheelchair, OK?
Why did you get laid off?
Don't you question me in front of the children.
A brick hit the foreman on the head accidentally on purpose.
(Christy murmurs)
It's Rachel.
- How are ya? - What?
"Your beautiful eyes are splendid pools of blue in whose depths I swim regularly."
It's lovely, isn't it? He even signed it himself.
Even signed it himself.
CB. That's not Tom Brown.
That's Christy. Sure he does it with his left foot!
(laughter)
You're in love with a cripple! She's in love with a cripple!
Rachel, come back!
Could I speak to Christy Brown, please?
Christy! You're wanted.
Did you paint that?
Yeah.
I can't take it.
I'm sorry.
Tell your brother Tom we were askin' for him.
- What's this? - (Ma) What does it look like?
But we had porridge for breakfast.
So?
And we had it for dinner.
So?
I'm not eatin' any more.
You get that into ya.
I can't.
Get it into ya.
Go on, more.
(Christy) Who's been eating my porridge?
- What did you say? - (unclear)
- What did he say, missus? - He just said the porridge is lovely.
Burst his brain, the barbarian.
Keep quiet!
(sniggering)
Aw, come on, Christy. Everybody has to go to bed.
I have to do my painting.
I know, but everybody has to go to bed because there's no coal.
Now, Christy, don't push me nerves any further, all right?
I'm sorry, Mam.
Yeah. Oh, Christy, someday you'll have a place of your own.
Right, come on, you lot, come on in.
Mind my paintings.
- (Paddy) Are all those kids in bed? - (Ma) Right.
(moaning)
- What's up, Christy? - Coal.
- What? - Coal!
Coal? It's too early.
- Coal! - All right, all right!
Mister!
Mister! Me driver abandoned me. Could you push me out of the way?
- Your plan's not working, Christy. - Wait till it goes up the hill.
Margaret, hold the baby.
(cheering)
Come on, Christy!
We'll be warm for the whole winter, Christy!
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What's happened to you?!
It's all right, Ma. It's only coal.
I know where you got that coal.
You know it's a sin to steal.
And you know that God is looking down on you right now.
And that coal is not coming into this house!
Come on in here and sit by the fire, woman.
- Do you want me to wash you, Christy? - No.
- Good night, Christy. - Don't you be late.
(moaning)
Ma! There's somethin' wrong with Christy!
There's somethin' wrong with him.
What's wrong with you, Christy?
The fire.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Aagh!
- Ma, what are you trying to do?! - Get water, quick.
Hurry up.
What's wrong with you? Are you mad?!
What have you got in the box, woman?
Christy's money.
- What? - Money for Christy's wheelchair.
- Must be ¢G20 in there. -
We've been freezin' cold, eatin' porridge for breakfast, dinner and tea,
and you have ¢G28, seven and threepence up the fuckin' chimney?!
(raucous laughter continues)
Tom, Brian, everybody, upstairs.
Now.
- Mam, what's going on? - You too, Christy.
Your daughter's gettin' married.
Oh, that's wonderful news.
- When? - Friday.
What's the rush?
- She's pregnant. - That's great news.
I mean, that's wonderful. That's just what we need.
Who's the father? Or do you know?
Leave me alone. It's not my fault.
And whose fault it it, then? Is it mine?
That's a lovely picture. The oul' woman that lives in the shoe
and the daughter that can't keep her knickers on!
Stop it. Stop it!
- (Paddy) Ya dirty sleeveen bitch! - Stop it! Stop it, Father!
(clattering)
- (Ma) Get out of here, Sheila. - (Paddy) She should be thrown out!
Her and her swollen belly! I'll give her fornication!
(Sheila) Get away from me.
- (Paddy) That'll keep your legs shut for ya! - (Ma) Paddy, leave her!
I'll get hold of you! I'll break every bone in your fuckin' body!
- I'll fuckin' kill him. - Oh, Christy, stop.
(Paddy) Jesus Christ! What am I going to do in this fuckin' house?!
Tom, Benny, stop him.
- For Christ's sake stop, Christy! - (Christy howls)
Christy, stop! Christy!
Stop. Christy, stop. Please, stop!
(yelling)
(baby crying)
(Christy wails)
He's gone now, Christy.
Come on, Christy. Christy.
It's OK.
Christy, I'm going away.
I'll miss you too.
Look after me ma for me.
(baby crying)
(applause on PA)
I need a light.
- What? - I need a light.
I don't smoke.
I need a light.
I'm not deaf. I can hear ya. You need a light.
I haven't got any matches, so you'll just have to wait here while I go and get one.
Don't think I'm your mother just cos I'm looking after you.
I don't need a fuckin' psychology lesson, I just need a fuckin' light.
- Light. - Have you got a cigarette?
I'm just after tellin' ya I don't smoke.
Was there anything else I can do for you?
Glass.
No point in drinkin' out of the bottle, huh?