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Shears standing in the corner, blood on the blades, as we hear the sound of a dog licking something, then reveal COLM smoking in the same position as the first scene, staring into space, as the dog cleans off the blood from the dripping hole in COLM’s hand.
After a moment he picks his fiddle up and, through the pain, plays another part of his new tune. It’s lovely.