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COLM lets the dog go, and looks out to sea, the dog slightly confused between him and PADRAIC.
COLM
I suppose me house makes us quits.
PADRAIC
If you’d stayed in your house, that
would’ve made us quits. But you didn’t,
did ya, so it doesn’t, does it?
COLM
(pause)
That finger of mine Siobhan brought
back... just for the laugh I pinned it
back on with a couple of thumb tacks...
COLM reveals his mouldy index finger pinned in place on his hand - it’s black and rotten, & blood seeps painfully from the tacks where it’s pinned. PADRAIC looks at it, blankly, then back out to sea.
COLM (CONT'D)
I only did it for the laugh, like. It’s
already gone rotten.
PADRAIC
(It matches the rest of you, so.)
COLM
(pause)
I’m sorry about your donkey, Padraic.
Honestly I am.
PADRAIC
If you ate that finger, like Jenny ate
your finger, that’d show you were sorry.
COLM
It wouldn’t show I was sorry. It’d show
I was mental.
PADRAIC
G’wan! Eat it, ya lump!
COLM unpins his finger painfully, then tosses it high into the sea, the dog disappointed. PADRAIC remains unmoved.
COLM
(What’s that thing they say about vengeance...?) *
PADRAIC
(I don’t fucking care, you fat ginger pig! *
(pause)
You’re just talk.) *
(pause)
I was nice, before all this. I don’t
know what I am now.
COLM
You’re still nice.
You’re just dull.
PADRAIC
I burned your house down, Colm! What
else am I supposed to do, like?!
COLM almost smiles. They stare out to sea again, and the quiet mainland across the bay.
COLM
I haven’t heard any rifle-fire from the
mainland in a day or two. I think
they’re coming to the end of it.
PADRAIC nods.
PADRAIC
Ah, I’m sure they’ll be starting it up
again soon enough, aren’t you? Some
things, there’s no moving on from.
(pause)
And I think that’s a good thing.