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And COLM is just giving the dog a kiss at the end of the song and the dance...
...when PADRAIC kicks the door open, startling them, as they stand there, hands in paws...
PADRAIC
How are you, fatty? Dancing with your
dog, is it? Well who else is going to
dance with ya? Your poor dog has no say
in the matter! And if you’re too rude
to be offering me a seat, I’ll be
taking one of me own accord!
COLM can only stand there, stunned, as PADRAIC sits...
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
Now how’s that for an oul hello?!
COLM
Have you gone fecking mental?!
PADRAIC looks thru COLM’s telescope at COLM a moment...(POV)
PADRAIC
Have I gone fecking mental? No, I
haven’t gone fecking mental, actually.
And not only have I not gone fecking
mental, I have ten fingers to prove
I’ve not gone fecking mental. How many
fingers do you have to prove you’ve not
gone fecking mental?
COLM
(pause)
Nine fingers.
PADRAIC
Nine fingers! And nine fingers is the
epitome of mental!
COLM gives him a look of surprise at the word.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
That’s right, the epitome!
COLM sits opposite him, trying to keep himself in check but also bewildered. The dog gives PADRAIC a lick, and he likes it at first, smiling, then pulls his hand away.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
There’ll be none of that! I didn’t come
here for licks! I came here for the
opposite of licks.
COLM
What’s the opposite of licks?
PADRAIC
COLM
What did you come here for?
PADRAIC
I didn’t come here for anything, did I?
I just came here to kick your door in
and give you a slagging!
COLM
Well you’ve done that, so you can go
now.
PADRAIC
Haven’t finished yet, have I? Well,
I’ve finished with your door, I haven’t
finished with your slagging.
COLM
We were doing so well, Padraic.
PADRAIC
I wasn’t doing so well! I was doing
terrible! I’m still doing terrible!
COLM
Alright, I was doing so well.
PADRAIC
Yeah, well it can’t all be you you you,
can it?
COLM
Yes it can.
PADRAIC
There’s two of us in this!
COLM
No there isn’t.
PADRAIC
It takes two to Tango.
COLM
I don’t want to Tango.
PADRAIC
Well you danced with your dog!
Pause, and a moment of calm, finally, for both of them.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
Talking of Tangos, how’s your new tune
coming along?
COLM
I just finished it, actually. This
minute.
PADRAIC
(thrilled for him)
Did ya?! No, Colm! That’s great, like!
COLM
That’s why I was dancing with me dog. I
don’t usually dance with me dog.
PADRAIC
There’s no harm in dancing with your
dog! I’d dance with me donkey if I knew
how! And she did.
(pause)
Is it good? Your tune?
COLM nods solemnly, almost disconcertingly convinced of how good it is, a conviction that PADRAIC gets, strangely.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
What’s it called?
COLM
“The Banshees Of Inisherin”, I was
thinking.
PADRAIC
But there are no banshees on Inisherin.
COLM
I know, I just like the double S.H.
sounds.
PADRAIC
Aye, there’s plenty of double S.H. on
Inisherin.
COLM
And maybe there are banshees too. I
just don’t think they scream to portend
death any more. I think they just sit
back amused, and observe. *
PADRAIC
Portend?
Pause. COLM nods. Pause.
COLM
Yeah, I keep having thoughts of playing it
for you at your funeral. But that wouldn’t
be fair on either of us, would it?
Hurt by that, but not quite sure why, PADRAIC can only plough on through.
PADRAIC
Well that’s great that you’ve finished
your tune! That’s more than great!
That’s... really great! Isn’t it?
COLM nods slightly. *
PADRAIC (CONT'D) *
So... do you want to meet me down the
pub, Colm? We could celebrate your
tune, like.
The clock strikes two, & PADRAIC points to it, a happy surprised smile, as COLM processes all this, rolling a ciggie.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
Only if you like, like. But I could run
up ahead. Order them in.
COLM
Why don’t you do that, Padraic?
PADRAIC
Why don’t I run up a...? And order
them...? Well I will so!
PADRAIC stands, thrilled, gives the dog a pat.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
Jeez, that went well! And maybe on the
way I can find that student friend of
yours, that Declan fella. I’d told him
his Daddy was dying so he’d feck off
home and leave us alone, but there’s no
need now! Sure he could join us!
PADRAIC ruffles COLM’s hair on the way out. We see him happily striding away thru the window. COLM stares into space... *