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Quickly untying his pony and cart, PADRAIC sees COLM walking along distantly, saddening him somewhat, just as PEADAR strides up...
PEADAR
Because of the respect I have for Mrs
O’Riordan, I didn’t want to hit you in
front of her...
PEADAR punches PADRAIC massively in the head & he collapses.
PEADAR (CONT'D)
And you can tell that skitter of a son of
mine he’d better be home be teatime, or
it’s over to batter the both of ye I’ll
be, and your dreary fecking sister too!
PEADAR punches him a second time, then walks off, past the shocked COLM.
PEADAR (CONT'D)
Oh hello there Colm, will I see you at
Jonjo’s tonight for that pint you owe me?
COLM
I owe you no...
(reluctantly)
You will, Peadar.
PEADAR
Good man yourself.
PEADAR continues away as if this is all in a day’s work, patting a passing child on the head. COLM comes over to the concussed PADRAIC, helping him up, as MRS MCCORMICK watches * from the shop window. *
COLM
Sure that man’s mad.
COLM helps the dazed PADRAIC onto the cart, but PADRAIC is swaying so dizzily up there that there’s nothing to do but hop up beside him and takes the reins himself. He cicks the pony on, holding onto PADRAIC’s arm so he won’t fall off, & they head out of town.