:52:28
Shannon, are you awake?
:52:31
No, l'm sound asleep.
:52:34
l think l like America.
:52:38
- Do you, now?
- Aye.
:52:42
We've only been here a day.
Look at the welcome we've got.
:52:45
Would you like a room?
Here you go.
:52:48
Would you like a job?
Why, here you go.
:52:52
How about some land?
:52:55
Well, get a horse,
and help yourself.
:52:58
So, now you believe me
about the land, do you?
:53:02
lf they're throwing it away,
l wouldn't mind a piece of it.
:53:11
Maybe this is my destiny.
:53:16
On his deathbed, my father told me
he'd be watching me from up above.
:53:22
l wonder now if his spirit
might be near, guiding me along.
:53:27
lf he bumps into Mr. McGuire up there,
tell him l want my spoons back.
:53:31
lmagine me...
:53:33
Joseph Donelly,
standing on my own plot of land.
:53:39
What would l plant, l wonder?
:53:42
Oats, corn, potatoes-
:53:45
Oh, God, no, not potatoes.
:53:48
Maybe wheat.
:53:51
Wheat.
:53:53
Oh, Shannon...
:53:56
l'm dreaming of it now.
:53:58
Great fields of wheat
as far as the eye can see.