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MONTAGE CONTINUES. A sad PADRAIC collects his cows at sunrise, & as he walks them away he sees COLM coming up the lane in the other direction.
PADRAIC keeps his eyes lowered as much as he can, but just as they pass he glances up at him. COLM, his hand perfectly bandaged, is looking in an entirely different direction, out to sea, expression neutral, as if PADRAIC isn’t even there.
They continue along and away from each other, PADRAIC glancing back once, COLM not at all.