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PADRAIC enters the pub and idles towards the jovial group, smiling. As he gets there, COLM loses his jocularity.
PADRAIC
Howdo!
GERRY
Howdo, Padraic!
COLM
Sit somewhere else.
PADRAIC
Hah?
A tension, COLM not even looking at him. The others look at each other.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
But I have me pint there, Colm...
JONJO
He has his pint there, Colm, from when he
came in and ordered his pint before... *
COLM
Oh, okay. I’ll sit somewhere else, so.
COLM takes his pint and leaves the pub, sitting at the table outside, which we see through the small window, GERRY & JONJO a little perturbed by all this.
GERRY
Are ye rowing?
PADRAIC
I didn’t think we were rowing.
GERRY
Well ye are rowing...
JONJO
Well ye are rowing. He’s sitting outside
on his own, like a whadyacall.
PADRAIC
It does look like we’re rowing. I
suppose I’d best go talk to him so. See
what all this is fecking about.
GERRY
That’d be the best thing.