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Bar quite full, COLM is playing fiddle, along with some STUDENT MUSICIANS, one on accordion, one on tin whistle or * fiddle, and a handsome one, DECLAN, on fiddle. PADRAIC is at * bar, on his 5th or 6th whisky, and JONJO is already worried.
PADRAIC
Who are them?
JONJO
Music students, I think, from
Lisdoonvarna.
COLM shows DECLAN a new chord on the fiddle or accordion, placing his fingers in the correct places, and PADRAIC watches, almost jealously, before the band continue.
PADRAIC
He used to try to teach me them things
once, but I could never figure them.
JONJO
What things?
PADRAIC
Chords. (But pronounced WITH THE ‘H’,
as in CHALK)
JONJO gives him a sad look.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
Another whisky, anyways, Jonjo.
JONJO
Jeez, you’re going at it at a fair oul
lick tonight, Padraic.
PADRAIC
And whatever anybody else wants, apart
from that man...
(indicates COLM)
And apart from that man...
(indicates PEADAR)
GERRY
Jeez, thanks, Padraic, and you leave him
alone, Jonjo, he can drink as quick as he
likes, can’t he, if he’s paying? I’ll have
a triple whiskey, Jonjo.
PADRAIC & GERRY clink glasses/bottle, & PADRAIC knocks his whisky back in one, then turns, leans back against the bar, and stares at COLM hatefully.
67B LATER. DECLAN has taken COLM’s place in the session, 67B * as COLM is chatting quietly to PEADAR again.
PADRAIC observes them, the betrayal of it, perhaps in SLOWMO,
DOMINIC
How are you doing there, Padraic? Don’t
you think we should be heading home for
ourselves?
PADRAIC gently puts his hand on DOMINIC’s face and playfully pushes it away, but PADRAIC’s eyes have gone to the dark side... and he slowly ambles over to COLM & PEADAR...
DOMINIC (CONT'D)
Ah Padraic, don’t now...
... and PADRAIC puts his finger to his lips as he stares them down, the two big men just looking at him.
JONJO
(to DOMINIC in bg)
Go get Siobhan, Dominic, would ya?
DOMINIC dashes out of the pub.
PEADAR
What are you after, gobshite? Another
beating, is it?
PADRAIC
You, copper, I’m allowed to chat to
you, aren’t I? It’s just tubbyguts I’m
not allowed to talk to. *
PEADAR
Actually, no, I’d rather you didn’t
talk to me neither.
This stumps PADRAIC for a moment.
PADRAIC
Hah? Well, anyways... do you want to *
know what the three things that I hate
the most on Inisherin is?
PEADAR
Not really.
PADRAIC raises his hand & starts to count on his fingers...
PADRAIC
(Re 1st finger, to COLM)
You won’t be able to do this soon...
(1st finger)
One... policemen...
(2nd finger)
Two... pudgy fiddle-players...
(3rd finger)
And three...
wait, I had some funny thing for three,
what was it? I’ll start again...
(he starts again)
One, policemen. Two...
He’s forgotten that one too...
PEADAR
(helping)
Pudgy fiddle players...
PADRAIC
Pudgy fiddle players... *
(pause)
And, shite, what was three?
GERRY
(calling out)
Balloons!
PADRAIC
No, not balloons... I like balloons... *
MRS MCCORMICK
A death by suicide in cold water. *
PADRAIC and a couple of the others turn and give her a look.
PADRAIC
No, not a death by suicide in cold *
water. No, it’s gone! It was some funny
thing!
COLM
Go back to your own gang now, Padraic.
I’m serious, now.
PADRAIC
Serious, are ya?! And talking to me,
are ya?!
With the loudness of this, the music slowly stops, as the tension rises...