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19INT. PADRAIC’S HOUSE - DUSK

PADRAIC, SIOBHAN & MRS MCCORMICK, a spooky-looking, white- faced, neighbour, 80, smoking a clay pipe through blackened teeth. SIOBHAN sews rose decorations on a black shawl, as PADRAIC refills the lamps around the room from a pail of Paraffin.

MRS MCCORMICK

Is it six years since yere Mammy and

Daddy died, Siobhan, or is it seven

years since they died?

SIOBHAN

It’s seven years, Mrs McCormick, aye.

MRS MCCORMICK

Is it seven years? Doesn’t time be

flying?

PADRAIC

Aye. When you’re having fun.

SIOBHAN

Be off to the pub, now, Padraic, if

you’re going to be annoying us.

PADRAIC

I don’t have to be down there every

night, do I?

SIOBHAN almost double-takes, MRS MCCORMICK just smirks.

MRS MCCORMICK

ColmSonnyLarry’s scared him off, I

suppose.

PADRAIC

What did you hear of ColmSonnyLarry?

MRS MCCORMICK

Didn’t you and he used be the best of

friends?

PADRAIC

We’re still the best of friends.

MRS MCCORMICK

No ye’re not.

PADRAIC

Who says we’re not?

MRS MCCORMICK

(pointing at SIOBHAN)

She says!

PADRAIC

Ar for God’s sake, Siobhan!

SIOBHAN

I said nothing of the like, Mrs

McCormick, I was just chatting! Now you

go off to Jonjo’s, Padraic, and don’t

be getting under our feet, sure Mrs

McCormick never gets a chance to come

over for a chat...