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COLM at table by window with his dog. PADRAIC enters, gives him a nod - COLM either doesn’t see it or ignores it. Either way, PADRAIC is even more pissed off.
PADRAIC
Pint, Jonjo.
JONJO pours one, not sure of what’s going on either.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
How’s he seem?
JONJO
Grand, I think. With me, anyways.
JONJO pulls a worried face. PADRAIC ambles over to COLM and puts his pint down on his table. COLM looks at it.
COLM
What are you doing?
PADRAIC
Oh, so you’re going to be an eejit
again today, is it?!
COLM
Amn’t I allowed to have a quiet drink
on me own, Padraic?
PADRAIC
Well don’t ask a man to call up to ya at
your fecking house, so, like he has
nothing better to do with his fecking
time!
COLM
I didn’t ask you to call up to me at me
house. And you do have nothing better
to do with your fecking time.
PADRAIC
Hah?!
COLM
You do have nothing better to do with
your fecking time.
PADRAIC
I know I have nothing better to do with
me fecking time, but there’s better
things I could be doing with me fecking
time than to be calling up to ya at
your house, Colm Doherty!
COLM
Like wha?
PADRAIC
Hah?
COLM
Like what could you be doing?
Long pause while PADRAIC thinks.
PADRAIC
Reading?
COLM
Reading, yeah? Me, yesterday morning,
this I wrote...
COLM plays a lovely maudlin tune on the fiddle, then stops.
COLM (CONT'D)
And tomorrow I’ll think up the second
part of it, and the day after I’ll
think up the third part of it, and be
Wednesday there’ll be a new tune in the
world, which wouldn’t’ve been there if
I’d spent the week listening to your
bollocks, Padraic Suilleabhain. So do
you want to take your pint outside or
do you want me to take my pint outside?
PADRAIC takes his pint, starts going outside.
PADRAIC
I’ll take my pint outside, cos it’s a shite
tune anyways, I wouldn’t bother with it.