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PADRAIC following SIOBHAN through the fog as she strides along.
PADRAIC
But what about me?
SIOBHAN *
What about you? *
PADRAIC
I’ll have no friends at all left.
SIOBHAN
You’ll have Dominic.
PADRAIC
Ah here! And he’s gone off me now too.
What kind of a place is it when the
village gom goes off ya? *
(pause)
And who’s going to do the cooking?!
SIOBHAN
That’s your first question, is it?
“Who’s going to do the cooking?”
PADRAIC
Well it wasn’t me first question, was
it? “But what about me?” was me first
question.
She gives him a look, and just then...
OUT OF THE SWIRLING FOG, COLM distantly appears, perhaps in SLOWMO, clambering over walls and thru fields, a strange lonesome figure getting closer to them, but there’s something weird or lopsided about him.
PADRAIC waves & goes to call out but SIOBHAN stops him, as it’s only now that they see the blood pouring from his left hand, all its fingers gone...
SIOBHAN
Oh God, no...!
As COLM clambers painfully over the wall onto the lane they’re on, falls, gets up, approaches... and passes them, without even acknowledging their presence.
And they watch him go, appalled at the fingerless, bloody hand and the blood-trail it’s left, as he gets further away, clambers over another wall, and disappears into the fog, SLOWMO ending.