BRONACH: Come away, oh, human child,
to the waters and the wild
with a fairy, hand in hand,
for the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.
(BRONACH SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(BARKS)
Will you try it with me, Ben?
Okay.
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
Uh... I forget.
(SINGS TUNE IN IRISH GAELIC)
(REPEATS TUNE)
(CHUCKLES)
Bedtime. Finish up, you two.
Dad, look at the selkie.
- Look. - Oh.
BEN: She's singing her song
so that she can send all the fairies home across the sea.
And look, look, she's turning into a seal.
Do you like the selkie?
She's beautiful.
But we have to finish it before the baby comes.
We have lots of time to finish it, Ben.
But it's time to sleep now.
Okay.
- (CU BARKING) - Cu, good boy.
(LAUGHS)
(GASPS)
Are you all right?
I'm fine. It's fine.
- Comfy? - Mmm-hmm.
Now, settle down. There's something I want to give you.
(PLAYING TUNE)
(GASPS) What is it?
This is an ancient shell that my mother gave me a long time ago.
Hold it to your ear and listen carefully.
You'll hear the song of the sea.
(GASPS)
- I can hear the sea. - (CHUCKLES)
Keep listening.
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
Mum?
BRONACH: Yes?
I can't wait for the baby to come.
We're going to be best friends, aren't we?
Of course you are.
You're going to be the best big brother in the world.
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(GROANING)
CONOR: Bronach?
BEN: Mum?
I'm so sorry.
CONOR: Bronach!
Mum?
(BEN SINGING)
Here, Cu, look at this.
Mum used to tell me the story.
It's the giant Mac Lir and his dogs.
They're best friends, like us.
Cu, don't go too close to the water, it's dangerous.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
For someone who hasn't learned how to talk,
you are really loud.
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
Oh, come on, Saoirse!
Why don't you go down there
and play with some rocks, or something? (GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
(CU BARKING)
Hey, Cu, I'm drawing the Great Seanachai.
(BEN LAUGHING)
- He has loads of hair, like you. - (BARKS)
(BARKING)
Ugh.
Dad said I'm in charge
and I say there's no going in the water.
It's dangerous.
- I can't. - (BARKING LOUDLY)
Cu, I can't!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(SCREAMS)
Cu, no!
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
No!
(GASPING)
(COUGHING)
BEN: That's it! I'm not looking after you anymore.
You nearly got me killed.
Come out, with your hands up!
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
BEN: Don't turn around, keep going.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
Dad, she went into the water
and nearly got me killed!
Just because it's her birthday, she thinks she can do whatever she likes.
You'd better give it to her this time 'cause I'm not minding her anymore.
Dad!
What? Are you playing cops 'n' robbers?
Are you going to give out to her?
Ah! Here's the birthday girl.
Come up here to me.
Dad!
You were under arrest, were you?
Dad?
(SHIP HORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE)
Are you here for the birthday party at the lighthouse today?
Young Saoirse is six, is she?
(MUFFLED SPEECH)
Well, you old witch.
(CAR HONKING HORN)
Ugh! Granny.
She's going to try and make us
move to the city again, isn't she?
I don't know how you can live in this awful place.
- You children are a state. - (PARROT SQUAWKS)
Is that your birthday outfit?
Haven't you learnt to speak yet?
The doctors said she will in her own time.
Hmph.
The child can't be dressed like that on her birthday.
It's a disgrace!
Put this on.
Little girls only turn six once.
And they need to be properly dressed.
Now, isn't that lovely?
Don't move now, until I call you.
(SIGHS)
(GASPS)
- (INHALES DEEPLY) - BEN: No, that's mine!
Mum gave it to me, not you!
CONOR: Ben!
She's stealing from me again.
She's nothing but a dirty stealer.
I don't want to hear it.
GRANNY: Saoirse!
Your granny wants you downstairs.
(GROANING)
Now, Saoirse, try some of my nettle tea and gooseberry buns there.
Very good for the voice.
It might cure you.
Now, everybody ready for Saoirse to blow out the candles, eh?
I want to capture the emotion of the day.
One big, happy family.
Smile on the count of three.
Ready?
- (INHALES DEEPLY) - One,
two,
- three! - Ahh!
(CAMERA CLICKING)
GRANNY: You little terror!
- CONOR: Ben! - (DOOR CLOSES)
(GRANNY SINGING IN DISTANCE)
Believe me, life is better as a dog, Cu.
Stupid Saoirse, stupid birthdays.
- (BARKS) - (LAUGHS)
You'll always be my best friend.
- (GRANNY HUMMING) - The kids are in bed.
I'm just heading over to the mainland for one with Dan.
You're better off not thinking about that night, you know.
Her anniversary is just once a year, Mum.
What do you want?
You want a story?
Hmm. Okay, I'll tell you a story.
Did you ever hear of Macha the Owl Witch?
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Well, she's evil.
You know the island out at sea?
It's called Mac Lir.
It's called that because it's not an island at all, it's a huge giant.
Macha's owls took all the giant's feelings and turned him to stone.
And do you know the worst of it?
- She was his mother! - (SAOIRSE GASPS)
He was her first victim and she hasn't stopped since.
To this day, all the fairies are afraid to come out on Halloween night
because if they do, Macha's owls will find them
and take their feelings and turn them to stone.
Tomorrow is Halloween.
Macha's owls might even come here
and take Dad's feelings and turn him to stone!
And then nobody would love you.
And this is what Macha looks like.
(HOOTING)
(CACKLING EVILLY)
(WHIMPERS)
Saoirse, it's just one of Mum's stories.
It's not real.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(CU SNORING)
(TOOTS)
(GASPS)
(SOFT TOOTS)
(GASPS)
(SEALS BARKING)
(IMITATES BARKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GASPS)
(LOW RUMBLING)
(SNORING)
(GASPS)
GRANNY: Saoirse!
Saoirse!
(GRANNY GASPS)
The child.
(GRUNTING)
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my good...
This is the last straw now.
I'll not have any more of this wild carry-on. No more of it!
(SAOIRSE COUGHS)
Now look, you've caught a cold.
Did you know she was up?
- Wha... - CONOR: What's wrong?
GRANNY: I found her washed up
on the shore in the middle of the night.
She's not safe in this awful place.
- I know what's best. - CONOR: Hold on a second, Mum.
No, you hold on. Where were you?
Off in the pub with that old fool of a ferryman.
This is no place for children, Conor,
this is no place for a family.
That's the end of it now.
(SOBBING) I need to take my medicine.
Oh, Saoirse.
BEN: Dad, where did she get this?
Give me that.
(COUGHS)
I can't lose her, too, Bronach.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (DOOR OPENS) - (GASPS)
Stubborn boy.
I'm not going. You can't make me.
I know what's best for you.
So, you'd better stop this nonsense
at once and do what you're told.
BEN: It's not fair. Please, at least let me take Cu.
(WHIMPERING)
I don't want to go!
- (GRUNTING) - Be quiet, Ben.
Get in the car and stop all this carry-on.
BEN: Dad! Dad, tell her I won't go.
Please, Dad? I'm staying with you.
Dad.
No, Dad, no! It's Saoirse's fault, not mine.
Why do I have to go? Don't make me go!
- Let me out! - Stop it, Ben! Will you?
(SOBBING SOFTLY)
(SNIFFLING)
(SIGHS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Dad?
Dad!
(CU BARKING)
Cu!
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
BEN: Stay away from the water, you'll drown.
I'll come back for you, I promise.
(WHIMPERING)
(BEN SOBBING)
What's the matter with you, Ben?
Granny wouldn't let Cu come with us.
Ah, the old witch.
(SEALS WHINING)
Would you look at that?
Look, Ben, seals.
There haven't been seals around here for years.
(WHIMPERING)
(CRYING SOFTLY)
GRANNY: Ben, there will be no tears in this car, or in my house.
Do you hear me, Ben?
The city is no place for a dog of Cu's size.
He'd only be whimpering and whining there.
You wouldn't want that for him now, would you?
(SIGHS)
GRANNY: You will love it in the city, Ben, I know you will.
(CARS HORNS HONKING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(WARBLING SINGING ON RADIO)
(SIGHS)
Oh, isn't this nice? I love this song.
(HUMMING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)
Our bathroom's upstairs, dear.
Don't use the good towels, they're only for guests.
(GRANNY CONTINUES HUMMING)
(GASPS)
- (WARBLING SINGING CONTINUES) - (CONTINUES HUMMING)
(PLAYING TUNE)
(OWLS HOOTING)
(HUMMING ALONG TO RADIO)
Ohh!
(ROCK MUSIC BLARING ON HEADPHONES)
- (GRANNY SCREAMING) - Huh?
(SHOWER RUNNING)
GRANNY: My best coat.
(COUGHING)
(SIGHS) It's not even 4:00.
No-one goes to bed at this time.
Look at that now, it is completely ruined.
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
Goodness gracious, have they no homes to go to?
Ooh!
It's not safe.
What the...
Are you the selkie?
Get out of that, will you?
Little devils, go on, out with you.
Go, before I ring the police!
(MUTTERING)
SPUD: Quick, get the coat.
- The selkie coat. - (GASPS)
BEN: I'm coming to get you, Cu.
(CHILDREN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Would you say that could be her?
Could be. Come on.
(OWLS HOOTING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS) What do you think you're doing?
No. I'm going home to live with Cu.
You're going to stay at Granny's.
I said no!
Ow!
Right, that's it.
You can only come with me if you obey my orders at all times.
I'm the oldest and that's the rule.
If you put one step out of line, I do this...
(LINE REELING IN)
(PLAYING TUNE)
Hey! You stealer, that's mine. Give it back.
(SNEEZES)
Ew! You're so disgusting.
Okay, you can keep it for now,
but you'd better clean it when we get home.
(PLAYING TUNE)
(OWLS HOOTING)
Hey. Excuse me?
Maybe a bus driver could tell us.
Wow.
Look at this, Saoirse.
(LAUGHING)
Holy moly!
Quick, Saoirse, help me catch it!
(PLAYING TUNE)
We've found her, Lug, we've found her. At last!
- Don't worry, selkie, we have your coat. - Huh?
- Come with us. - Quick, lads, get the selkie to the fort.
Before the owls spot us.
(LINE REELING AWAY)
Wait! No!
Wait!
(BEN SCREAMS)
Where are we going?
Ahhh!
- (HORN HONKING) - Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
- (CAR HORN HONKING) - (SCREAMING)
(SPUD LAUGHING)
LUG: Lads, what a night.
Not only did we find the selkie coat,
but we found the selkie herself.
Hooray!
- (LAUGHS) - Hooray!
- LUG: Yoo-hoo! - Huh?
Now, before the selkie sings her song to send us home,
we should entertain her with a few of our own tunes.
- So, lads, your choice. Who'll get us started. - SPUD: Here, Lug?
I'll sing. (CLEARS THROAT)
No, Spud, we want to keep the mood up
before the main event.
Isn't that right, selkie?
I'll do my best, I promise.
Give Mossy a go first, will you? Yoo!
(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)
(SINGING) The selkie song is bright
To waken all who follow
Manannan will lead and Tir Na Nog will follow
ALL: Do-la-mon, a-pena pwee Do-la-mon, manuela
Do-la-mon, a-paricka
Par-a-fee a-nerin
(ALL LAUGHING)
Lovely job, Mossy!
Do you hear the lad's tune?
Yoo-hoo!
Right, who's next?
Here, Lug, here. I'll sing.
Oh. Go on, so.
Tell us your name, selkie.
So we can sing of your adventure.
(SIGHS) Her name's Saoirse.
Saoirse! Yoo!
(SINGING) Saoirse the selkie will sing and save the day
The day that she who rescued her will cheer and celebrate
ALL: Oh, do-la-mon, a-pena pwee Do-la-mon, manuela
Do-la-mon...
(OWLS HOOTING)
Wait! I've forgotten the last verse.
How did I manage that?
BEN: (SINGING) Long, long we prayed to hear the selkie song
And now we pray again that her song will never end
Ha-ha! Yoo!
That's it! Which one of you had it?
Never mind. Keep the crack going, lads.
ALL: (SINGING) Do-la-mon, a-pena pwee Do-la-mon, manuela
Do-la mon la faricka faralee a-nerin
Now, lads, what you've all been waiting for.
Time for the selkie to sing her lovely song.
You'll be free soon, lads!
The selkie song will send us all home.
Wait, wait, will you?
Come on, now, selkie, sing it.
Does she know the words?
Give her a chance, give her a chance, will you?
Her coat.
(LAUGHING) I almost forgot.
Aren't I some eejit?
How was I expecting the selkie to sing without her coat?
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SNEEZES)
- What's wrong? - I don't think it's the right coat.
Oh, no.
She can't sing. She can't even talk.
A human child!
You're the one that gave me the last verse.
(MOSSY AND SPUD GASPS)
Yeah, my mother used to sing it.
She said it was a fairy song.
That'd be right.
So that would make you...
We prefer to call ourselves...
The Other Crowd.
- The Good Names. - The Deenashee.
I can't believe it. (LAUGHS) The Deenashee.
That's what Mum called the fairies.
You're actually real, not just stories.
Human child, do you know where the selkie's coat is?
Her real coat.
Yes, my father took it. It's in our lighthouse.
Do you hear that, lads? We are saved!
- (WOOD CRACKING) - Ahh!
(GASPS)
(OWLS HOOTING)
Daggers out! Protect the selkie.
(SCREECHING)
Get away!
Saoirse!
LUG: Get back!
No!
- The selkie! - LUG: No!
LUG: No!
Hold on!
(BEN GRUNTING)
(ALL GROANING)
They're going for the selkie!
Saoirse!
Run!
(SCREECHING)
(THE DEENASHEE GRUNTING)
Run away!
Human child, find the selkie's true coat,
then she can sing the song and save us all.
(SCREECHING)
(PLAYING TUNE)
(THE DEENASHEE GASPING)
(OWLS SCREECHING)
Quickly, human child, before the owls return.
That pipe will see you to the outside world. Go!
SPUD: I'd like to sing some more.
LUG: Ah. Go on so.
SPUD: (SINGING) Do-la-mon, a-pena pwee, Do-la-mon...
There's a bus.
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Quick, Saoirse.
I just saw real fairies.
Course you did. Sure haven't I been ferrying
a lot of witches and goblins around.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Where are you going?
Can you take us there?
Uh... Well, let me see now...
I can take you as far as Clonmellon.
You might have to wait for one or two hours,
then get the feeder bus, but that only runs in the mornings.
Ah, sure. You know, you'll get there eventually.
(SIGHS)
Okay, two tickets, please.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Those stories that Mum told me, they're all true.
Are you really a...
...selkie?
Oh, genie mackerel.
(WOMAN HUMMING)
(SAOIRSE PLAYING TUNE ON SHELL)
What are you doing? We're on the bus!
I'm getting us home.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
You should've said if you wanted to get off the bus!
This is not an official stop, you know.
Bleedin' trick or treaters.
Great, just great. Now what do we do?
(TOOTS)
Oh, right, let's follow the magical lights.
That's much safer than being on a bus.
(GATE CREAKING)
(PLAYING TUNE)
Some of these could be fairies
turned to stone, like the ones in the roundabout.
There he is.
(PLAYING TUNE)
(CROWS CAWING)
Stop. Those lights drew the fairies
to us and maybe the owls, too.
Don't play the shell anymore, it's too dangerous.
I can get us home using my map.
Just you wait and see.
This is the way, I know it.
(GRUNTING)
We're not lost, no way.
If we find a better spot, I might be able to see the mountains.
Then I'll know the right way.
We're not lost.
(PLAYING TUNE)
(SIGHS) What did I say about playing that?
If those owls come back, I'm going to let them take you.
(FAINT GROWLING)
(SOFTLY) What's that?
(GROWLING)
(SOFTLY) Don't let it be Macha.
Please, don't let it be Macha.
Saoirse, get down.
(BARKING)
Whoo-hoo!
Cu!
Come here, boy, come here!
Okay, okay, get off me.
Oh, Cu, you found us.
Wait, if Cu found us here and he's come all this way on his own,
he can surely get us back home.
(CU BARKS)
Take us home, Cu.
(SHEEP BLEATING)
We've a long way to go, you know.
(COUGHING)
What's happening to you?
(BEN GRUNTING)
Look, the mountains!
(CU BARKING)
We can't keep going like this.
It'll be dry there. Giddy-up, Cu. Come on.
(WHIMPERING)
(SOFTLY) Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Come on, get on my back.
(COWS MOOING)
Oh, no, stinging nettles.
Keep your legs up, Saoirse. These plants sting pretty bad.
Ow!
Ahh!
(GROANS)
(SOFTLY) Stupid nettles.
I'm just after getting you out of the rain, you know.
Dock leaves!
Good thinking, Saoirse.
That feels way better.
Thanks.
(PLAYING TUNE)
I drew this holy well on my map,
I knew it. We're on the right track.
There'd better not be any snot on it.
(CHUCKLES)
When the rain stops, we can get going again.
Hmm. Maybe we can take a short cut.
- (CU BARKS) - Saoirse?
- (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) - (WATER SPLASHING)
(CU BARKING)
Saoirse!
Come up, come up!
She's not coming up.
(BARKING)
I can't. I can't do it, I just can't do it.
I can't.
No, no, no, no!
Ahhh!
(MOOS)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
(GASPING)
Saoirse!
Cu!
(COUGHING)
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Saoirse!
Saoirse.
(OWLS HOOTING)
FAIRY: (SINGING) Do-le-mon, do le...
Do-le-mon...
Do, do-le-mon...
(FAIRY GRUMBLING)
Dooo-le...
Ah! Now then, what is it?
(SINGING) Do-la-mon, a-pena pwee Do-la-mon, manuela
Oh!
(RUSTLING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
How do you know that song?
My mother taught it to me.
And who are you, human child?
I'm nobody.
Nobody?
(STAMMERING) I mean, I'm Ben.
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
I'm looking for my sister.
I lost her down here.
Hmm.
Look at that.
I could do with a little more light. Could you?
(SPEAKING IRISH GAELIC)
(LAUGHING)
So good to see you again, my little sulcha.
Holy moly!
(GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
Whoa!
Who are you?
I told you, I'm Ben.
I'm just down here looking for my sister.
Oh, yes. That's right.
Forgive me, I have no memory,
except for what is in these hairs, you see.
Whoa!
Is all of this growing out of you?
It seems to be.
Are you the Great Seanachai?
Um...
Yes. Yes!
- Whoa! - I am the Great Seanachai!
I'd almost forgotten.
My mum told me stories about you.
Careful, lad.
You could snap a hair,
you'll lose the story of me forever.
Whoa!
Whoa, each hair holds a story?
Does it?
Oh, that's right.
That's right.
Show us one here and let's have a look.
Now, let's see...
- This is Mac Lir, the great giant. - (CRYING)
His heart was broken into pieces
by a great, great tragedy.
Such was his anguish that he cried a whole ocean.
Higher and higher, it rose
until we were all sure to drown in his tears.
BEN: I know this.
SEANACHAI: Macha sent her owls to take his suffering away.
(CRYING STOPS)
BEN: And he was turned to stone.
- SEANACHAI: That's right. - (OWLS SCREECHING)
A sad story by anyone's estimations.
I've seen Macha's owls use those
jars to turn the fairies to stone.
And now they're after my sister.
Can you help me?
No.
But...
SEANACHAI: Well, you see now...
I wouldn't have a clue about human children.
- BEN: Why? - I only know about my own kind.
But I think she is your kind.
Or partly anyway. The fairies said she was a selkie.
- Ooh! - Whoa!
What did you say?
A selkie? Really?
Yeah, they were talking about a coat
and a song and now I've lost her.
Something is wrong.
They've just been woken and are already fading?
Oh!
Why?
The sulcha and the selkie, all of us are connected.
This is not good.
Something must've happened to her.
That's what I'm trying to say.
I lost her down here.
Did the selkie have her coat with her?
No, it's at home. My dad took it.
(GROANS)
Blasted humans! They don't have a clue.
You must get the coat back to her. Do you hear me?
But I don't know where she is.
Hold on a moment, laddie.
Very few hairs still grow because very few of us are left.
But the selkie's, hers still grows.
Hmm.
That's her. That's when I lost her.
Let's see what happens then.
- (OWLS HOOTING) - (GASPS)
What's wrong?
Macha has her now.
She'll be turned to stone soon, no doubt.
You see, without her coat, the selkie has no voice.
And without her song, she'll not last the night.
And we'll all share in her fate.
Oh, no. I've got to get out of here.
I have to find her.
Wait now. You still have a chance.
(BEN SCREAMS)
Follow this, it will lead you through the tunnel.
Mind, it won't be easy.
Macha has lost all hope.
And she will try and make you lose hope, too.
The selkie will not last long beyond dawn without her coat.
You must hurry.
Okay.
Oh. And be careful.
Why? What's down there?
Uh...
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
Lad go on with yourself.
(SEANACHAI CONTINUES SINGING)
SEANACHAI: Not bad.
(SEANACHAI LAUGHS)
Bye.
(GASPS) Who said that?
(WOMAN HUMMING)
Mum.
BEN: I can't wait for the baby to come.
We're going to be best friends, aren't we?
You're going to be the best big brother in the world.
(GROANING)
CONOR: Bronach?
I'm so sorry.
CONOR: Bronach?
Mum?
(GROANS)
Bronach!
I've no more time, I have to save our baby.
CONOR: Bronach!
I'm so sorry.
Bronach!
(SCREAMING)
(CU WHIMPERING)
Dad?
Dad, where's Mum?
Where's Mum?
- Dad? - Say hello to Saoirse.
This is your sister.
You're her big brother.
- (COOING) - You must always look after her.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(OWLS HOOTING)
Okay, okay.
- FAIRY 1: Be careful! - (EXCLAIMS)
- FAIRY 2: Be brave! - Ahh!
Down here. Be careful in there. Beware of the jars!
(GRUNTING)
Good luck.
Be careful in there.
- FAIRY 3: Watch it! - FAIRY 4: The Owl Witch.
- FAIRY 5: Good luck. - FAIRY 6: Be careful.
FAIRY 7: Mind her jars.
FAIRY 8: The Owl Witch, beware!
- FAIRY 9: Go safe. - FAIRY 10: Mind yourself.
- FAIRY 11: Mind yourself. - FAIRY 12: Beware!
(FAIRIES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Okay.
(YELLING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(LIGHTNING CRASHING)
(WOMAN SIGHS)
Ooh.
You look wet and tired, human child.
Macha?
I am she.
Really?
The Owl Witch from the stories?
- (OWLS HOOTING) - (CHUCKLING SOFTLY)
Well, now,
those stories always paint me as the bad one.
But I'm not so terrible, you know.
I'm just trying to help everyone.
Yeah, well, what's in all these jars then?
Just nasty things, you know.
Nobody needs them.
I know you have my sister. Let her go!
Now, now, now, the selkie child is safe and sound.
Don't you worry.
I have taken good care of the poor little thing.
You're half turned to stone.
Saoirse can help you. She can help all of you.
Ah, she can't help, not really help.
Not the way I do.
I see it, Ben, your pain.
You're so full of emotions.
I can see them in your face.
Nasty, terrible things.
They make you feel so awful.
You worry so much
for such a young boy, don't you?
You lost your mother, didn't you?
My son lost someone, too, a long time ago.
But I found a way to help him.
Now, if someone said that they could take that pain away,
would you let them?
I suppose.
That's all I do, Ben.
I take away the pain.
It doesn't hurt. It will never hurt again.
(CU BARKING)
No, it doesn't help at all, it just makes things worse.
Please, try to understand. We need your help.
(GRUMBLING)
Don't take me for a fool!
I know what's best for you!
Cu!
(GRUMBLING)
Don't let them control you.
Now see what I've become because of those terrible feelings.
I'm sick of feelings that come bubbling up.
(SIGHS)
Excuse me.
Where was I now?
(CU BARKING)
Cu!
Oh. Stubborn boy, where are you going?
(OWLS HOOTING)
Come down out of that, come here.
BEN: I'm coming, Cu.
MACHA: There's nothing up there that's any use to you.
(PANTING)
You'd be better off calming down
and not getting too worked up, Ben.
Cu! You're standing on the door. Get off it!
- Let me help you. - (GRUNTING)
(BEN SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
Good boy!
- Where's Saoirse? - (WHIMPERING)
Oh, no. Saoirse.
Wake up!
- She did this to you? - (WHEEZING)
- (BANGING ON DOOR) - MACHA: You see how peaceful she is, Ben?
You see how I have taken all her cares away?
She is just as a child should be,
without troubles, without worry.
There's got to be a way out.
(EXCLAIMS)
Macha, please, please? You don't understand.
If she doesn't sing her song, she'll die.
So will you, and your son, and all your kind.
MACHA: Open the door! At once. At once, I tell you!
(WHOOSHING)
Do excuse my little outburst.
If I can free your feelings, then maybe...
- (WHINES) - Sorry, Cu.
MACHA: Silly human child.
The jars are enchanted, they cannot be broken by brute force.
The shell. It caused the jars to break before.
(SILENCE)
MACHA: There is no way out.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Open the door, human child.
Come here, Cu. Keep the old witch quiet, will you?
(MACHA EXCLAIMING)
Good boy.
Saoirse, I think you need to do it.
- (MACHA POUNDING ON DOOR) - (CU GROWLING)
MACHA: Let me in!
Saoirse?
It's going to be okay.
- MACHA: Let me in! - It's okay, Saoirse.
We don't have much time.
I shouldn't have been so mean to you.
It's not your fault, it never was.
I should've been a better brother to you.
I'm sorry.
MACHA: Let me in this minute!
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(SAOIRSE PLAYING TUNE)
- (CU BARKING) - (POUNDING CONTINUES)
That's it, Saoirse!
MACHA: Let me in!
BEN: You're doing it.
That's it.
(OWLS SCREECHING)
(SCREAMS)
BEN: Come on, Saoirse!
Leave those jars alone.
BEN: That's it, Saoirse!
(LAUGHING) Stop it!
Stop it!
(SOBBING)
BEN: It's working, Saoirse.
MACHA: Stop it. Stop it!
Stop it!
(MACHA WAILING)
(CONTINUES PLAYING)
- Stop! - (BEN SCREAMS)
(OWLS HOOTING)
(SIGHS)
You did it! You did it, Saoirse!
(BEN LAUGHS)
Saoirse!
- (WHINING) - Oh, no.
Oh, no, please stay awake, Saoirse, please.
(MACHA SOBBING)
I have been so lost for so long.
Macha?
Please, forgive me.
I couldn't bear to see my son suffering so much.
I couldn't bear it.
Please, Macha, my sister is sick. Please, help us.
(SPEAKING IRISH GAELIC)
You poor thing.
What have I done?
I've wasted the precious time you had left.
You must reunite her with her coat before it's too late.
But we're still so far from home. Do you have a car?
(LAUGHING) A car!
I have something better.
BEN: She's so gray.
MACHA: Aye, you must be swift.
Climb on Cu's back with your sister.
You are a brave and loyal dog.
May the wind travel with you, may your journey be swift,
for you carry the hope of all the Shee with you this dawn. Go now!
(CU BARKS)
Go, Cu, run!
(BEN LAUGHS)
Whoo-hoo!
Go, Cu!
(GASPS) Oh, they're gone.
Whoo!
(CU BARKS)
Whoa!
No, stay awake, Saoirse.
Cu, go as quick as you can.
There's home.
(SAOIRSE SHIVERING)
It's going to be all right.
We're going to find your coat and you'll be better.
Cu will stay with you.
(CU WHINING)
Dad, where's Saoirse's coat?
Ben? What?
What are you doing here?
BEN: What did you do with Saoirse's coat?
Saoirse's what? Where is she?
She's up at the light. She needs it.
Saoirse.
(GASPS)
Saoirse, no.
Dad! She needs her coat, Dad.
Stop it, Ben.
(CU BARKING)
No, Dad. What did you do with Saoirse's coat?
Ben, stop this.
She needs to get to a hospital.
Where is her coat?
It's gone, all right?
I threw it into the ocean.
I should've done it years ago.
Now, get in the boat!
(BARKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GRUNTING)
I can get... I can get her coat back.
I can do this.
Sit down, Ben.
Ben?
Ben! Ben!
Ben!
Stay with her, Cu.
(GASPING)
Ben! Ben!
(MUFFLED STRAINING)
(GASPING)
(CU WHINING)
(COUGHING)
(CU BARKING)
(BEN CONTINUES COUGHING)
Ben?
(GASPS)
Huh.
CONOR: Oh.
Saoirse?
BEN: She's a selkie
like Mum.
Isn't she?
Yeah.
(WHOOSHING)
(GASPING)
(LAUGHING)
- BEN: Whoo-hoo! - (CONOR LAUGHING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
SAOIRSE: Ben?
Saoirse?
She's not getting better.
She has to sing.
I don't know if she can.
Try and copy me, Saoirse, okay?
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(SOFTLY) Try it, Saoirse.
(SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(PLAYING SOFT MUSIC)
(ALL PLAYING IRISH MUSIC)
(CONTINUES SINGING)
(CHUCKLING)
(SINGING) Between the here
Between the now
Between the north
Between the south
I am a selkie
A selkie of the sea
Wow! It's Mac Lir!
SAOIRSE: (SINGING) All truths will never bear
The promise
Of old
Whoa!
Dad, look.
(GASPS)
(BRONACH HUMMING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Mum! Mum, please? Wait. Please, don't.
Please, don't take her from us.
Please, Mum.
She's all we have.
(GASPS)
All of my kind must leave tonight.
But, Saoirse, you are part human.
If I take her coat, our worlds will be untangled.
Mum...
And she can stay with you.
SAOIRSE: Mum, I want to stay.
Bronach.
I loved you so much.
I still do.
Can't you stay, too, Mum? Please?
(SOBBING)
My son.
Remember me, in your stories
and in your songs.
Know that I will always love you.
Always.
Bye.
(CU BARKING)
It's as though I've been asleep,
all these years.
I'm so sorry.
I know, Dad.
Thank God! I thought you were all killed.
Ooh!
Hold it.
Granny!
We're all right now, Mum.
We're all right now.
(BARKING)
(SAOIRSE LAUGHING)
Ben, Dad, come on, quick!
Two seconds, we'll finish this off.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
All right, make a wish and blow them out on three.
ADULTS: One, two, three.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(WOMAN SINGING IN IRISH GAELIC)
(SINGING) Hush now my Storeen
Close your eyes and sleep
Waltzing the waves
Diving the deep
Stars are shining bright
The wind is on the rise
Whispering words
Of long-lost lullabies
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the moon is made of gold
And in the morning sun
We'll be sailing
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by
We'll sing the song of the sea
I had a dream last night
And heard the sweetest sound
I saw a great white light
And dancers in the round
Castles in the sand
Cradles in the trees
Don't cry I'll see you by and by
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the moon is made of gold
And in the morning sun
We'll be sailing
Oh, won't you come with me?
Where the ocean meets the sky
And as the clouds roll by
We'll sing the song of the sea