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SIOBHAN coming along, dressed pretty, rose shawl, as PADRAIC heads home, mopey.
SIOBHAN
What’s the matter with you?
PADRAIC
Nothin’.
SIOBHAN
Aren’t we going for a sherry...?
PADRAIC
Don’t feel like it.
PADRAIC continues on.
SIOBHAN
(quietly)
No, I’m not having this again today.
SIOBHAN continues on, the pub appearing in the distance, lamps on against the darkening blue skies.