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SIOBHAN bursts into the pub, to find COLM playing the fiddle. He stops as she gets to him. A lot of this can be overlapped.
SIOBHAN
What the hell’s going on with you and
me fecking brother?!
COLM
Don’t come in here shouting the odds at
me in the middle of the fecking day,
alright Siobhan?
SIOBHAN
You can’t just all of a sudden stop
being friends with a fella!
COLM
Why can’t I?
SIOBHAN
Why can’t ya?! Because it isn’t nice!
JONJO
Do you want a sherry, Siobhan?
SIOBHAN
No!
JONJO
Righty-ho!
SIOBHAN
Has he said something to ya when he was drunk?
COLM
I prefer him when he’s drunk. It’s all *
the rest of the time I have the problem
with.
SIOBHAN
Well what’s the fecking matter then?
COLM
He’s dull, Siobhan.
SIOBHAN
He’s wha? *
COLM
He’s dull.
SIOBHAN
(pause)
But he’s always been dull. What’s changed?
COLM
I’ve changed. I just don’t have a place
for dullness in me life any more.
SIOBHAN
But you live on an island off the coast of *
Ireland, Colm! What the Hell are you hoping
for, like?!
COLM
For a bit of peace, Siobhan. That’s
all. A bit of peace. In me heart, like.
You can understand that. Can’t ya?
She can. She leaves.