(birds chirping)
(razor rubbing against stubble)
(razor tapping in water)
(birds chirping)
(items rattling in box)
(melancholy music)
♪ Somewhere the sun is shining, ♪
♪ Somewhere the songbirds dwell, ♪
♪ Hush, then, thy sad repining, ♪
♪ God lives, and all is well. ♪
♪ Somewhere, somewhere, beautiful isle of somewhere, ♪
♪ Land of the true, where we live anew, ♪
♪ Beautiful isle of somewhere. ♪
(humming)
- Somewhere, somewhere...
(knocking)
- Who's that?
- Hello?
- Da's in the big shed,
if you're lookin' somethin'.
We've no beef left, but we've pig and chucks.
- Hello?
- There's no beef left. Only pig and chucks.
Go on over to the big shed, Da'll sort ya out.
- Hello?
I don't need any beef.
- We've no beef left.
Pig, and chucks, and maybe a wheen o' eggs, but that's all.
- I don't want any food.
- And what do you want?
- I want one thing.
And one thing only, to share the good word.
The word laid down by our Father,
the gospel according to my Lord and savior Jesus Christ.
Tell me, Mrs.?
- Taggart?
- Mrs. Taggart.
Tell me Mrs. Taggart. Are ye a believer?
Have ye accepted the Lord Jesus as your savior?
- Long ago, but I'm nae one for talkin'
about our savior on doorsteps.
Ye better come in.
- Thank you, Mrs. Taggart.
- You can call me Ma, everyone else does.
- And is there a Mr. Taggart?
- Da. He's in the big shed.
- Your father?
- Dear, bless us, no.
My father's dead this 20 years.
My husband, we've called each other Ma and Da
since I don't know when.
- My grandparents used to do the same thing.
- Aye, I suppose it's out of fashion nowadays.
- Well, sometimes the old ways are the best.
- That's what I keep sayin'.
They wanted us to put the electric here in the house,
but I says, no, I'm not having them wires in my walls.
I stick with my oil lamps.
No one knows what that electric does to ye.
There's wee Mrs. Convoy down the road.
She got the electric in.
Next thing you know she has the cancer in her teats!
- Get away with you
- I'm tellin' you, dead and buried a year now.
- Well, I hope she knew the Lord Jesus.
- She did.
- Well. Isn't that a mercy.
- Aye, it is.
You take a wee cup of tea?
- I couldn't put you to the trouble.
- Sure, it's made.
Sit down.
- Thank you.
- So what do you do for your livin'?
- Must spread the good word.
- You a minister or a pastor or something?
- No, no. A missionary.
- What, you mean, going to Africa?
Preachin' to the darkies?
- Every man, woman, and child deserves to hear
the good word, do you not think?
- Ach, I know, but Africa?
- And India, and South America, and China, and Korea.
I have brought the good word.
The black men, brown men, yellow men
red men, any shade o' man you care to imagine.
- My goodness, all them places.
Me and Da went to Blackpool, once, on our honeymoon,
we had to get the boat.
One thing you won't find in this house is a blunt knife.
Da keeps them all like razors.
You could shave with that there.
- Is that right?
- He earns his livin' from his knives,
just like his father did,
and his father before that. They're all butchers.
- It's a good trade.
- Yeah. Keeps us goin'.
We raised a few animals ourselves and some
of the local farmers bring their animals
to us for butcherin'. Keeps him busy.
Milk?
- Yes, please.
Aye, people'll always want their beef.
- Aye.
- So, you sell the meat from here, like a shop?
- Sort of. Da works in the big shed,
You'll have saw that when you drove up.
That's where he sells the beef from,
that's where he does the butcherin' too.
- All by himself.
- Wee Danny Tole lends a hand the odd time.
He's the other sort.
Ach, but he's a decent enough young fella.
- Is he there today?
- Ach, no, not today, he's in school today.
- So it's just you and your husband then?
- Aye.
- You haven't been blessed with children, is all I'm askin'.
I didn't want to come right out
and say it in case I upset you.
- No. No. We weren't blessed.
I did pray for things to be different.
And so did Da, but the Lord had His own plans for us.
What about yourself?
- No. My wife and I did intend to start a family, but she...
- She what?
- She perished.
- How?
- Malaria. When we were in India.
- I'm awful sorry.
- She give her life to the Lord Jesus Christ.
She died, spreading the good word for him.
I will see her by His side, when the time comes.
- Aye.
Aye, you will, you will in soul.
You'll stay for a bit of dinner, won't ye?
- Ach, I couldn't impose on ye.
- You're imposin' nothin'.
You're stayin' and that's that.
We're having veal!
- Veal?
- Aye, that's not somethin' you get every day, is it?
You stay for a bit of veal won't you?
- Well, it does sound lovely.
- What's that, you finished?
- Aye, what's this?
- We have a visitor, Mr...
You didn't tell me your name.
- Ivan.
Ivan Cutler.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Taggart.
I, uh... I, uh...
- I near caught you red-handed!
(laughing)
- Okay. Shoulda told you about Da! He's the one!
- Look. The red hand of Ulster.
(laughing)
- Don't get him started, he'll have ye in fits!
- Is there tea?
- Aye, I'll get ye a cup now.
Sit down, Ivan.
He's a missionary.
- All right.
- That's right.
- So, where've you been?
- Oh, Africa, South America, India, China.
You name a place, I've been there.
- Borneo.
- Well, I spent a month in continental Malaysia.
Didn't make it to the island.
- Timbuktu.
- I actually spent a few days in Mali.
Didn't get as far as...
- Phoenix, Arizona.
- Do you know, I've never been to the United States.
- That's three places.
- Sorry?
- You says name a place.
I name three places.
You've been in none of 'em.
- Well, I was speaking figuratively.
I mean, obviously there are places I haven't been to.
- Yeah, you were playin' the smart man and I caught you out.
Isn't that right?
- Well, I don't know if I would put it...
- Aye, you were playing the smart man.
- I wouldn't.
- You were playing the smart man.
- What about yourself, Mr. Taggart?
Where have you been?
- A few places, but I don't crow about it.
- Neither did I, but you asked.
- It's getting late.
You have a bit of a drive to Kilrane,
if that's where you're for.
- Mrs. Taggart asked me to stay for dinner.
- Ah, did she now?
- That's right.
- Is that right, Ma?
- Hmm?
- Did you ask this young fella to stay for his dinner?
- Aye.
- You sure?
- Aye.
- Are you absolutely sure?
- Aye. I'm sure.
- Right. So you're staying then.
- If it's not too much trouble.
- Oh, it's no trouble for me.
- Good.
- So what church are you with?
- Oh, I'm not with any church in particular.
I believe the Lord has many houses.
- What were you reared as?
- Presbyterian.
- We're Church of Ireland,
but we don't make any odds between the one or the other.
Except the papists, of course.
- Of course.
- So you're not drumming up business
for any church in particular?
- No, I'm not workin' for any one church.
I'm a freelancer, as they say,
which brings me to why I'm callin' on you today.
- All right.
- Because I'm not affiliated with any one particular church,
I'm beholden to good people such as yourselves
to fund my expeditions.
- Right? So you're lookin' for money.
- Well, for the Lord's work, yes.
- We give our tithes to the Church of Ireland every week.
There are some weeks we can afford it.
There are some weeks we can't afford it
but we give it just the same.
- I understand.
Well, you've already been more than generous with your
hospitality. I don't want to be...
(Mrs. Taggart grunts)
- [Ivan] What the...
(floorboards creaking)
I know you're there, what do you want?
Taggart, whatever it is you want,
we can talk it through, you.
You want money?
I've got, I've got money.
There's three rolls of it there.
I don't even know how much there is in...
150, probably more, it's yours.
You can have it all.
Just tell me what you want.
You let me go now.
We'll forget about it, alright?
If you don't let me go,
I swear to you,
I am going to skin you,
and your bitch wife alive.
You hear me?
You fuckin' hear me, Taggart?
Taggart! I know you're there.
Taggart! Taggart!
Let me outta here!
(menacing tones)
Taggart!
Let me the fuck outta here!
I'll fuckin' kill you!
You're a fuckin' dead man!
You're a dead man!
You and your fucking wife are both fucking dead!
- So.
- So what?
- So why him?
- I like the cut of him.
- Suppose that's as good a reason as any.
Dear Father, we thank you for this blessing,
for this bounteous gift today.
We eat with gratitude in our hearts.
Thank you, oh Lord, for what we are about to receive.
Our Father which art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on earth just as in Heaven,
give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses.
As we forgive those who trespass
against us and lead us, not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.
(Ivan yelling)
♪ Somewhere, the sun is shining, ♪
♪ Somewhere, the songbirds dwell, ♪
♪ Hush, then, your sad repining, ♪
♪ God lives, and all is well. ♪
♪ Somewhere, somewhere, ♪
♪ Beautiful isle of somewhere, ♪
♪ Land of the true, where we live anew, ♪
♪ Beautiful isle of somewhere. ♪