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Just then, PADRAIC enters, and JONJO & GERRY look at the dishevelled, bloodied, ashen sight of him, worried.
GERRY
Hiya there, Padraic! You’re looking well!
The MUSICIANS now notice him, and slowly stop playing, which prompts COLM to finally notices PADRAIC too.
COLM
Keep playing, lads. It sounds lovely.
They quietly start up again, as COLM goes over to PADRAIC, his hand gently dripping as he goes. *
COLM (CONT'D)
I don’t need your apologies. Alright?
It’s a relief to me. So let’s just call
it quits and agree to go our separate
ways, shall we? For good this time.
COLM’s right hand is offered. PADRAIC just looks at it.
PADRAIC
Your fat fingers killed me little
donkey today. So no, we won’t call it
quits. We’ll call it the start.
COLM
(face falling)
You’re joking me.
PADRAIC
Yeah, no, I’m not joking you. So tomorrow,
Sunday, God’s day, around two, I’m going to
call up to your house, and I’m going to set
fire to it, and hopefully you’ll still be *
inside it. But I won’t be checking either way.
(pause)
Just be sure and leave your dog
outside. I’ve nothing against that gom.
(pause)
Or you can do whatever’s in your power
to stop me.
(pause)
To our graves we’re taking this.
(pause)
To one of our graves, anyways.
PADRAIC is about to turn and go, when suddenly he’s grabbed * one-handed by the hair by PEADAR coming in... *
PEADAR
Here, I’ve a bone to pick with you, *
dreary. Is that little gobshite of mine
at your place again?
PADRAIC
He isn’t your little gobshite. He’s
everyone’s little gobshite.
COLM
Leave him, Peadar. His donkey’s just died.
PEADAR
(smiling)
Did he? The little miniature fella? *
Well, Jaysus, boys, I’ll tell ya this *
much...!
Suddenly, COLM smashes the smiling PEADAR in the face with a massive right-handed haymaker, PEADAR going down in a heap, * the band stopping playing.
And PADRAIC blankly looks at PEADAR lying there, looks at COLM equally blankly, then moves to the door, picks up his lamp and turns back to COLM.
PADRAIC
Two o’clock.
He exits.