Catch the Wind

["Silent Night" playing on speakers]

All aboard!

Do you ever get a sense

And nothing is real except what's going on inside you?

But it's hard to explain because...

what's going on inside you...

always runs contrary to what's actually

going on around you?

- - Driscoll!

Driscoll! Driscoll!

- Stop that banging! - Mind your business--

- Driscoll! -He ain't there.

Driscoll!

What do you want with him?

-Driscoll! -He owe you money?

Driscoll!

Motherfucker.

Driscoll! Driscoll!

Driscoll!

I hope the fucker's still alive.

If you find him, tell him I'm gonna

-call the cops! -Driscoll!

You sad? You wanna hear some blues?

-Give me that! -Hey! Let go of me!

-Give me it back! -You don't need it!

-It's the devil's-- -Let go--

Give it to an old man who really needs it.

Come on!

Hey.

- -Hey!

-You all right? -

Hey, hey, you okay?

I am now.

Come on, now!

Come on, give an old blues man some whiskey.

Give me a little sip.

Just a little. I'm a sorry soul,

just dying out on the street.

I just can't get my little hands...

Get up, come on.

Jesus Christ.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait for me.

I guess I'll be walking home.

Give me some of that.

So... where are you from?

-What's it to you? -Come on.

Don't be an asshole-- where are you from?

I'm Irish, Sligo.

My mom was from Dublin.

So I... try to keep

a wee bit of the Irish, you know?

There we go, have to go to the bathroom.

You like my condo? Can't beat the rent.

Bathroom's right here.

- -So, what did you do,

before you fucked up, like?

I was a chauffeur.

Nice coat.

Hat.

Shiny buttons.

I used to drive people to where they needed to go.

Or sometimes...

where they didn't need to go.

Know what I mean?

You know what, I knew a gentleman from Sligo.

He was a big man, he was a boxer.

I drove him for about a year.

A real gentleman.

Big... Jim Dwyer.

You ever see him in Sligo?

No?

Oh, he was a good man.

Lord took him too soon.

That always happens with the good ones, doesn't it?

Too soon.

Way too soon.

["Drunken Christmas," Finnegan's Hell]

Excuse me... excuse me.

Thank you very much.

Hey.

Hey.

Any chance of getting served before sunrise?

Hey, hello?

Hello?

Hey, keep your panties on.

What can I get you?

Whiskey. Neat, please.

Actually, you know what?

Uh...

you'd better make that a double.

Ah, you know, it saves me the trauma of having

to go through this again, and, uh,

you having to do your job.

Jesus, what an asshole.

Cool your jets, Kirsty.

Here you go, asshole.

You don't know who that is?

That's the infamous Shane Driscoll.

Yeah, Irish comedian.

He's on a tour of North America.

Bit of a Johnny Big-Balls.

Comedian, huh? That explains a lot.

I have the original at home.

Found it in an old bookstore.

Central Park in simpler times.

I think it was taken around the '50s, you know?

You're the first person to pay any attention to it.

Does it mean anything to you?

I can make it whatever, see what I want,

because right now it's me and the photo

trying to connect.

But when you come up to me and ask me

if it means anything to me, then I have to try

to explain it, and that means I have to use language

to explain it, and then you're gonna pervert

that language to suit yourself,

and from that perversion, you're gonna impose

your own interpretation on me,

so how I feel about the photo

becomes irrelevant because you've invaded my space

and tried to develop your own way of looking at it,

through me.

Tell me about him.

-Not again. -

Away with ya.

Big Jim Dwyer.

The devil himself.

Did I ever say

he used to call me the Queen of New York?

He couldn't keep his hands off me.

But hell, it was fun.

One day, out of the blue,

he tells me he's saved enough...

- - To all residents,

Christmas dinner will be served...

...to pay for our passage back to Ireland...

...and buy a peace of land overlooking the ocean.

His perfect bay.