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Trudging up the wild graveyard that overlooks the sea, wildflowers in hand, towel still around his head, still sick, he gets to his parents grave, a plain stone, for Micheal & Bridie Suilleabhain; who both died 5 April 1915.
PADRAIC
Ye were nice.
As he lays the flowers against the stone he vomits slightly on the grass of the grave, then cleans it away with his shoe.
PADRAIC (CONT'D)
I’m sorry Mammy.
He sighs at length, then his gaze is drawn to a boat that’s heading from Inisherin to the mainland, on the back of which, in dress uniform, stands PEADAR, staring back at PADRAIC...