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A little later, COLM idles smoking, as SIOBHAN sits wincing at his bloody shears, the shoebox on a table between them.
SIOBHAN
Jesus, Colm. Did it hurt?
COLM
Hurt awful to begin with, I thought I was
going to faint! But, funny, it feels fine
now, in all the excitement. Would you
like a cup of tea?
SIOBHAN
I won’t, Colm. I only came up to give
you your finger back.
COLM nods & looks out the window at the pretty sunset skies.
COLM
It’s cleared up quite nice, actually.
And you wouldn’t have thought it would.
Pause.
SIOBHAN
What do you need from him, Colm? To end
all this?
COLM
Silence, Siobhan. Just silence.
SIOBHAN
One more silent man on Inisherin,
good-oh! Silence it is, so.
She gets up to go...
COLM
This isn’t about Inisherin. This is
about one boring man leaving another
man alone, that’s all.
SIOBHAN
‘One boring man”! Ye’re all fecking
boring! With your piddling grievances
over nothing! Ye’re all fecking boring!
(pause)
I’ll see he doesn’t talk to you no more.
COLM
Do. Else it’ll be all four of them the
next time...
(indicating his left hand)
...not just the one.
SIOBHAN
(You’re not serious.) *
(pause)
Well that won’t help your fecking music.
COLM
Aye. We’re getting somewhere now.
SIOBHAN
I think you might be ill, Colm.
COLM
I do worry sometimes! That I’m just
entertaining meself while I stave off
the inevitable.
(pause)
Don’t you?
SIOBHAN
No, I don’t.
COLM
Yeah you do.
She just looks at him without response, but something in her eyes suggests she does feel the same way. *